The Great Story Teller

An appreciator of male body swaps, age progressions, ghost possessions, and creativity.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: World Cup

The world can come together for a great many things. However, it is the season in which the world unites for a very specific sport. While it goes by many names, the World Cup has sparked excitement among fans, passion among athletes, and after the Great Shift a means to expect the unexpected.

After 90% of the world swapped bodies, many found themselves in new countries as well as new bodies. Some managed to not only adapt to their new settings, but completely embraced it. Taking on a new body, but embracing the culture, the people, and the sport that body had mastered… well. That’s how legends are born.

The Great Shift News Crew wanted to hear from the very athletes that are making up this year’s World Cup. 

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Guadalajara, Mexico

Hola! Lo siento. ¿Hablas inglés? Haha sorry. Sometimes I can’t help speaking and thinking in Spanish these days. You wanted to talk about how I got started in soccer right? 

It’s kinda a funny story. Guess I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Weilin Wu, from Portland Oregon! I was in college working on my degree in international studies with a minor in linguistics last year. But… that interest had to be put on hold when the Great Shift happened. 

I was probably the furthest from a prime athlete in college that you could imagine. In fact, up until recently my idea of a marathon would have been binging a few seasons of the anime My Hero Academia or Delicious in Dungeon.  Being 5’0 with a pension for chocolates and milk tea didn’t exactly give me the best physique. And I didn’t have that much confidence when I couldn’t grow any facial hair to safe my life.  Let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my physical appearance my freshman year.

Well. I can honestly say after the Great Shift happened everything changed. I went from typing notes in my dorm room to running through a grass soccer field barefoot! 

The first thing I did? Immediately fall over…

I mean can you blame me? I was sitting at my desk and suddenly I was running 20 miles per hour shirtless and barefoot in a foreign country. 

I immediately tumbled to the ground and got acquainted with how this new body of mine can take a fall. When the world finally stopped spinning I realized just how much everything changed. I mean… look at me. 

Going from a short Asian American to a Mexico pro athlete was like a dream come true!

I’d gone from five foot nothing to 6’4 in the span of mere moments. When I tried to stand for the first time I nearly fell over again. People don’t tell you that you can get vertigo from a sudden growth spurt. And the height was just part of it. My snacking habit made it more difficult for me to see past my sizable stomach, so when I stood up straight for the first time and looked down to see a 6 pack, I nearly fainted. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And it wasn’t just any 6 pack, I had a thick treasure trail where previously I had no hair at all. That sexy strip led straight to my new vicious V and… well I don’t think I can say the next part for the audiences at home. 

What I can say though is how big my feet became. Being over 6 feet tall I expected to have pretty sizable feet, but size 16s kinda blew my mind. That’s literally twice the size of my former feet!

When I finally managed to catch my breath and take in my new body the rest became history. News broadcasts about the Great Shift, people panicking, and others… choosing to help those displaced. 

The teammates around me immediately asked if I was ok and helped me get acquainted with who I became when I told them what happened. It helped that I was already semi fluent in Spanish, otherwise I’d be completely lost.  To this day, the team still likes to tease me when I say something with a gringo accent though. 

Long story short I found I was in the body of César Huerta, the 6’4 Winger for the team that would be playing in the World Cup for Mexico. César  landed in my body and was equally confused. 

With some help from the team and some patience we eventually reunited. César understood he probably wouldn’t be playing soccer anytime soon, so instead he asked if I was interested in taking his place on the team. 

It wasn’t unheard of. Countless people began to start a career in pro sports after the shift. I’m pretty sure Nick and Joey Bosa’s bodies were now occupied by a brother and sister from Thailand. 

I wasn’t sure. I had never played a game of soccer in my life. However, with some encouragement and coaching from César I found I was a natural. His body had all this muscle memory waiting for me to use! After a few practices I was playing just as good as he was, if not better. 

From that day on I became a part of the team. My new teammates have been super welcoming and let me stay with them until I found a place of my own. 

I’ve been living in Mexico ever since. The language already felt natural to me after a few months. I’m not sure if it was me adapting to this culture… or perhaps this body just feels more comfortable speaking that language. 

My parents visit on the holidays. It helps that my older parents swapped into two handsome European backpackers who love to travel.  My mom likes to compare who has more abs these days and my dad always makes sure we finish a full bottle of whatever he brought on his last trip. 

As for me, getting used to the mundanities of César’s bodies has been the best part. From the very beginning he warned me to make sure I keep up his shaving routine. That wasn’t something I was used to considering I’d never had to shave. Only now I had a thick beard by 5 o'clock if I wasn’t careful. After that I made sure to listen to all of César’s advice. 

He taught me the proper way to care for my curlier hair, he showed me the best exercises for his body, and he even showed me a shoe store that catered to my larger size. That last one was important. Walking around with size 16s is more difficult than it looks. I stubbed my toes several times the first week in César’s body. And my feet got so sweaty all the time I just preferred to walk around barefoot most places. 

I’d need all the help I could get as I wasn’t the most… composed during my first actual game in his body.

There was something about seeing a huge crowd of people staring at you… yearning from some relief after all the stress the Great Shift had caused…  it was a bit overwhelming. All that expectation to be the source of entertainment for the masses really got to me that day…  I missed so many passes for that one game.  But it wasn’t the end of the world. I kept at it. I kept practicing.

To my surprise César was practicing right beside me most days. He enjoyed coaching sure, but even in my body he enjoyed playing the most. In this last year he lost over 40lbs in my previous body and is even considering rejoining the team once he feels ready.

I really appreciate how César and the rest of the team have been making sure I improve each game. Without their help I don’t think my transition into this body would’ve worked. And of course without their help I don’t think we would’ve been able to win the first game of the World Cup!

My team and I can’t wait to celebrate. They say my face is all over social media after our last play. It used to feel so… strange thinking that was me.  But now… Now when I look in the mirror I don’t see a stranger. I see a handsome, confident Mexican man. I see me. I see the person who is going to bring home the World Cup for Mexico this year!

[thegreatstoryteller]

It was just a prank!

I swear this was just supposed to be a prank. Denton Price was always showing off, whether it was in the community gym, jogging shirtless in the park, or more recently at the public pool!

Everywhere I went it was like this guy was doing his best to make sure I was embarrassed. When I was trying to flirt with a guy at the gym, he began to lift twice my weight next to me. When I was playing Pokemon Go at the park, he was there jogging shirtless wearing that sexy deodorant. And now when I decided to go to the pool with my friends, he shows up in a speedo and a massive bulge! Why Denton!?

I mean sure his 6'4 height makes him stand out among a lot of guys... and sure his deep sexy voice always carries no matter what room he is... and sure he's got that athletic build that shows he works out more for function than aesthetics... But why does he have to do it so often in my face and get me all flustered!?

So I devised a plan. Use that random sight I found some magic spells on to switch bodies with Denton! Then I'd embarrass him at the pool by wearing some flamingo themed bathing suit! Then I'd swap back.

And it worked! For the most part...

I swapped with him pretty instantly. One moment I was me. Average Arab American geek, the next I'm smiling in the mirror as the handsome Denton himself.

I mean... I won't lie. I spent a good couple minutes just looking at myself in the mirror. Flexing! His body was so thick. I'd try to put on weight but my fast metabolism always left me a little on the thin side no matter what. I also admired his beard. I never could grow more than wisps along my face that made people think I had a smidge of dirt. But Denton had a full thick beard! He was also bald, something that felt so surreal for me, as the closest thing I'd ever gotten to that was a buzzcut!

Anyway I get my props ready. I have my colorful swim cap. I have my flamingo floaty. And most of all I have everyone's attention. Because of course everyone is looking at Denton as he walks out to the pool.

Turns out that no matter what I put on his handsome body people seemed to love! My attempts to embarrass him just got him more attention. People would go over to me and say:

"Oh! Sweet Flamingo Floaty. Where can I get one?" "You doing this for April Fool's? Ha! Thanks for the laugh Denton!" "Hey Denton, you make even that outfit look hot. Here's my number!"

Typical. No matter how hard I try I can't get Mr. Perfect to look like a fool.

Then came the problem. I tried to use the spell to swap back, but nothing happened. I should've read the fine print about the time limit! Turns out spending too long admiring your body, really eats into the magical limits of body swapping.

Eventually I had to come clean to Denton about what happened as he was severely confused in my body. Then he said the most infuriating thing....

He said it was pretty funny that we swapped! He's not mad at all! It's like I can't get underneath this guy's impenetrable defenses. Denton agreed that we should still look for ways to swap back, but he was happy to be in my body in the meantime. I was so frustrated! How could he be so optimistic after all this!

Now he's doing his normal routines in my body, showing it off at every corner... he's actually gotten me into pretty good shape, using my body way better than I ever did. I guess a few months as me was all it took for him to turn my physical form around.

Come to think of it... the more I look at my old body the more I feel... a spark. Did Denton like me? Is that why he's always been so nice! Oh that jerk! He thinks he can get away with having a secret crush on me?! I'll show him! Hope he's free for a date tonight!

The jokes on him if he thinks that sexy smile will get him out of this!

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: The Snow is Clearing Up

All storms must come to an end. Some find those they once lost, others emerge from the storm a changed man. The Great Shift is no different. Who will you be when the storm settles?

Chad Hectors:

Yo! I was hot shit before, but check me out now! I’m the ideal Latin lover around these parts and I’m enjoying every second of it. 

Who was I before? I was Chad Hectors! Gym bro, fitness influencer, and local heartbreaker. I had twinks, twunks, jocks, and bears begging to hook up with me. Well… all except one. That one twink thought he was too good for me. Conner Goncalves. The guy was so cute and small! I knew he’d be an excellent hook up, but he always turned me down. His loss… but I was fuming.

So when the Great Shift put me into his cute twink of a body, I thought it must be some kinda cosmic justice! I mean the one guy that turned me down and I get his cute ass of a body! I spent the last year becoming the cutest and smallest top of my area. Despite loads of people swapping bodies they were still surprised to find a small cute guy like me dominating them in the bedroom. 

Unfortunately that didn’t last too long. I kept up my normal workout routines in Conner’s body and he just blew up with muscle! Who knew that the guy had so much potential. A year of lifting in this body and I’m back to the physique I used to have in my previous body. I’m still a short king, but honestly that’s even better. People see a jacked 5’1 cock Latino like me walking through the snowy streets shirtless and they just gotta take a second look. 

And of course I just had to celebrate my gains with a butterfly tattoo! Really shows my transformation in the last year. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE this body when it gets a good tan. No more burning up in the sun for me! This tattoo is sick!  Though, I did it for another reason.

I managed to hear about a gentle 6’4 giant shoveling snow in a neighborhood out of town. Real bottom energy from what my new friends say. And wouldn’t you know it, that huge hairy fucker is Conner! Bet the guy is going though it, having had a year to adapt to such a different body. I mean, I lost my blond hair and dimples for a sexy piece of Mexican ass. My booty is literally sticking out so much when I do squats. Meanwhile Conner swapped his smooth bodied frame for a sasquatch!

Honestly, not usually my type, but knowing the cute guy that turned me down all that time ago was in him… well let’s just say it got me going. A few texts and a meet up time later, and Conner and I were set on a date! I’m gonna really enjoy showing him how I’ve changed in his body. Really made it my own. 

It’ll feel even more fun dominating such a big hairy hunk knowing that inside it’s really the twink I’ve been crushing on for so long. Who knows, maybe this hairy lug of a man will get me to finally settle down. After all, I’m sure he’s all too familiar with what this body likes and needs. 

Jessica Bills:

Like. OMG. I have to shovel the whole sidewalk again? I LITERALLY did that the night before. Like this is so unfair. Normally I’d get my boyfriend to do this, but he keeps saying that now I’m in this big bodybuilder’s body. It should be much easier for me. 

And I mean sure. I could probably lift that entire truck behind me with ease now that I’ve got these strong muscles, but physical labor is SO pre Great Shift. It’s the modern era! Boyfriends should really be doing the chores for their girlfriends regardless of whose in the bigger buffer body. 

I mean look at this gross shovel. Ew.

The only thing I like about doing all this snow shoveling stuff is that I get to show off my new top. It’s like soooo chic. Do you like it? I got it at the new gym I started doing pilates in.  And YES it was the same gym I woke up in after the Great Shift hit me and my entire sorority! I did NOT like waking up to lifting 500lbs above my head with ease. I dropped those nasty weights right then and there! BUT since then, I’ve come back to do some yoga, light jogging, and pilates! The gym is super nice and lets me go there for free.

They said it’s good business to have someone my size in the gym these days. Plus, the owner is now in this super cute guy who was in my favorite boyband growing up. He’s so handsome!

Anyway I should get back to shoveling if I want to be done before my pilates class in an hour. I swear, next time I’m gonna get my brat of a little sister to do it! She’s in this huge NFL athlete’s body, so she might as well carry her weight. She certainly has the muscles for it. 

But my parents are super annoying about her. Especially my dad. He keeps saying stuff like, “Jessica, your sister is training to be on the new NFL team of post shifted athletes” and “She’s been at the combine all week, you gotta let her rest” or even “Why don’t you two workout together! Spend some time with your little sister/big brother”.  AGH. He’s the worst. Like I’d want to spend time with that nerdy embarrassment. She doesn’t even comb her hair!

I mean… neither do I anymore. I really miss my long red hair and my cute clothes! Being this big bald behemoth is still a lot to get used to! I mean come on! Why did me and my entire sorority have to end up in huge athletic men?! Literally, I can’t think of anything worse. 

Arthur DeMarcus

Damn. For an inflatable raft, these things are sure heavy. I guess there are some things you never really get used to. 

But I should start from the beginning. My name is Arthur DeMarcus. I used to be a graphic designer back in Atlanta, Georgia. But that was before the Great Shift. I had a pretty nice life going for me before all this. Sure the apartment was a bit small, but I had friends.  They did always say I was a bit on the thin side from all my time at work, but I just had a fast metabolism.  Anyway one evening I was enjoying a nice gaming session with my roommate Jay Mes, a nurse! That part is gonna be important. 

Then all of a sudden I found myself in the middle of a snow storm, shirtless and running with a bunch of buff Asian, black, white, and Latino guys. Every one of us was confused and freezing, but one guy ahead of us yelled, “We gotta make it to the next checkpoint! Come on!” 

Not knowing what else to do, I followed the voice. With strength I never could muster before that day, I trudged through the snow alongside all these other guys, who I now realized were wearing camo patterned army fatigues! Or the pants part of that outfit anyway. It was pretty inspiring. When one guy fell, the group would pause to help him up and we would make it out together. 

The checkpoint this guy was talking about turned out to be a small cabin that we all barreled into. It gave most of us a chance to finally see what we all looked like, including myself. Needless to say I was amazed. My dark skin was replaced by the pale compassion and my thin frame reduced by thick hefty muscle. When I finally saw a mirror I realized I was Korean!

The guy barking directions at us was also Korean! Turns out he knew half of what was going on. He had no idea how we all swapped bodies, but in perfect English he explained how the U.S. and South Korean Army were doing joint military drills and exercises together.  We’d later put together through static filled radio transmissions that something called the Great Shift was responsible for the swap, but with so many emergency services occupied nearby, we were on our own. 

If we were gonna get off this snow covered mountain alive, we’d need to train just like those soldiers and work together. 

And so came the next arc of my life. Training! The remaining unshifted soldiers and sergeants swapped into soldiers. It's not like you picture it in anime, with inspirational music and epic feats of strength at first. No. It was hard work. The only thing that made it bearable was having a bunch of new friends to train alongside. Turns out Jay had swapped right alongside me. He was always a larger white guy, but now he found himself in a handsome buff Korean body just like mine! Together we shared bunks, lifted weights and trained!

Jay helped teach basic first aid to all of us while we recovered from physical training and in turn the whole group began to grow closer.

My favorite parts were when we all hit the showers at the army base. Something about having warm water fall down my muscular frame got me really excited.

And it wasn’t just me. Jay and the other soldiers were right there with me. Amazed at our soldier trained physiques. Mind you these were average people like me. We had bakers, homemakers, bank clerks, and teachers all stuck in these soldier bodies, that were pumped with adrenaline on a daily basis.

So I guess it’s not a surprise when we all ended up having our first group sex session in the first week of training. I mean what else were a bunch of young able bodied men supposed to do to pass the time.

After that, training got a lot more fun. We’d run exercise and compete to see who could plow the most snow in one rotation, we’d race to see who could carry the rafts over the snow drifts to the rivers nearby, and whoever would lose would have to bottom for the whole squad that night. 

It actually took less than a month for us to be prepared! We managed to get down this mountain by week three and back to the nearest major city.  Unfortunately we learned quickly that our squad wasn’t the only one missing during these extreme weather conditions. That’s when we all knew what we had to do.

We became the first post-Shift Search and Rescue squad, dedicated to helping find countless individuals lost in dangerous weather phenomenon. We knew that the month on the mountain was a gift, and one we had to share with the others who needed our help. So our squad managed to stay together and become a team with this new goal. Since then we’ve been closer than ever!

So if you’re ever lost during the Great Shift, sit tight. We’ll find you and greet you with these handsome bodies. Who knows, maybe you’d like to join our ranks. We’re always looking for more members.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Winter Snow

For some, the Great Shift hit in the middle of winter, where the elements were far from tame. While some toiled in the snow, others prospered in it. Everyone has a unique tale to tell. After all, it is often during the coldest of times, that things really heat up. 

Henley Harper:

What a rush! If you’d told me a year ago, I’d be snowboarding shirtless down a mountain, I would’ve told you to take a nap! Because not in your wildest dreams would you see me doing something like that. After all, a year ago, I was just hefty Henley. The overweight office assistant at a paper making company. People would joke that I’d be the first one to finish the box of doughnuts, even though I only liked the chocolate ones. But people can be cruel. They could see an overweight shy pale guy and make some really rude assumptions. 

But I doubt they’d be making those assumptions anymore, especially after the Great Shift! I heard some real scary stories about how people found them swapped half way around the world and into some hair raised situations. Lucky from me, I managed to keep myself in the U.S. going from Ohio to Nevada. But my swap probably was more surprising than most. Who expects to be racing down a steep hill shirtless, as snow and wind bash against your body? 

Not me! That’s for sure. 

Turns out I ended up in a guy called Hank Jimenez. Social media snow boarder known for doing some crazy stunts, like snowboarding down a steep mountain and flexing the whole time. I mean… I can’t blame him. His Mexican American muscles really do seem made for showing off. Unlike my previous self he was clean shaven, though I could tell right away he shaved… and probably often considering I’ve got some body hair of his already growing back! And he had abs! I went from not being able to see my own feet because of my big belly in the way to having a six pack you could see without even flexing!

Anyway, there I was. Suddenly swapped, going 50 miles an hour down a steep hill. I thought I was dreaming! I had no idea what to do. Part of me was already worrying about joint pain if I took a fall at this speed!  Luckily I learned the fast way that muscle memory stays with your newly shifted body. I managed to maneuver down the hill and instinctually flexed in triumph. 

All the people looking confused as I shredded down the hill certainly couldn’t help looking at me. Many were confused and displaced just like me, so they had no idea what was going on. But when they saw a handsome Latino hunk greeting them at the bottom of the hill by a nice lodge, their confusion was replaced with… well to put it politely “interest”. 

See. I wasn’t the most dateable guy back in my body. No girl ever seemed interested in talking to me… not that I talked to them much either. However, turns out I’m really into guys as Hank. And all those people waiting for me at the bottom of the hill were apparently his fans. All handsome guys! Some big. Some small. Some even with chubbier frames just like I had. And just like me, apparently their new sexualities aligned with their bodies. It took us a whole week of private fun for us to realize the rest of the world even swapped bodies too. 

So how did I spend the snow storm during the great shift? Snowboarding down some awesome Nevada slopes and getting to know my new fan club in a cozy lodge. Wherever the original Hank is, I hope he’s enjoying his new body just as much as I'm enjoying his!

Frank Xuěman:

What was I doing after I swapped? Freezing my fucking balls off!

Whoever had the bright idea to have a bunch of frat guys streaking through town in the snow needs a good whack on the head. It’s because of the that I found myself without a stitch of clothing, in the middle of town, running barefoot through the snow!

I was perfectly content spending my evening with a good book, a warm drink, and more importantly in the privacy of my own home! So waking up as a barechested frat boy running through the snow was an immediate wakeup call to my new situation. I was so confused! I had no way of knowing right away that I wasn’t the only one to have swapped. Instead I thought I was living a live nightmare of sorts. It’s not like the guy I turned into was carrying his phone, ID, or wallet with him. Nothing to explain who I was or tell me that the world was experiencing the same. 

My first goal to figure any of this out was to find clothing.  Now I had no idea what I looked like in the face department, but the body I now had was considerably muscular. So I imagined that I could find help a lot easier than in my average body. Not that I was particularly unattractive… It’s just I was one basic Chinese American guy in my apartment complex of average Asian guys. I’m really not used to standing out. 

However, now was different. As I ran through piles of snow and found myself walking past buildings I noticed just how different this body was to mine. Walking and running took a second to get used to. I was maybe about a foot taller than usual and seeing the world from a new vantage point. And these huge feet I now used had me tripping over myself half the time. Luckily with how strong this guy seemed, I was able to catch myself before doing any real damage. And with my longer arms I even  managed to snag a scarf to cover up the bare minimum on my journey into town.

Lucky for me once I found more buildings, it didn’t take long for me to get help. 

I saw a couple who owned a local bar in town about to close their doors when I waved them down.

Needless to say, they were both surprised see a buff man in the buff waving at them. However, once I explained my situation they surprisingly believed me.

Turns out they were swapped too. The bearded burly man was actually the petite brunette with teal highlights in her hair and vice versa. The couple had apparently swapped and explained to me that the Great Shift had swapped everyone else in the area.

Without any way of knowing who I was without ID or clothing, they agreed to let me stay in the bar to warm up. I was glad they were so kind, and as I shared a few drinks with them we all got to know each other. Turns out they also were fans of the same video games I liked, read a few of the same books I was into, and… like me they were both bisexual.  And like me... they couldn't help but look at my new body when we were inside.

Well once the snow storm outside picked up, we stayed in their bar and adjoining apartment for longer and longer. And well… one thing led to another and it turns out I’m in a throuple now. Me, Melissa, and Clark are adjusting well to the weather and the shift. Clark and I are helping Melissa learn to operate her new male equipment. Melissa and I helped Clark embrace his new feminine form. And together those two helped me accept my new body and my new role in the relationship. 

Now my nights end with me flexing in bed as my two loves of my life kiss my cheeks. So my journey may have started with freezing my balls off, but I think that’s a small price to pay for finding love in my new body. 

Conner Goncalves:

You know I used to have a lot of trouble shoveling snow, but now it’s practically nothing now that I’m doing it everyday. I suppose having a pretty strong body helps too. It’s really helping me appreciate the winter season just a bit more everyday. 

Before I was never a fan of the winter months. I always got so cold every time the sun would set or the wind would blow. I guess that’s to be expected when you were as small and smooth as me. I’m practically a certified twink. Or at least… I was. 

See, as a little Latino guy in his early 20s I wasn’t super… open about my sexuality. I wasn’t exactly closeted, but I was always afraid to really express myself. I had gone on a few dates, but they never amounted to much when they weren’t exactly interested in anything more than pounding my lithe Latin booty. Chad Hectors was the worst. He was so cocky thinking he was god’s gift to man. Just because he hit the gym once a week, had cute dimples, and blond curly hair. 

However, after the Shift things appear to be going in the opposite direction. 

I woke up laying down in the snow, shovel in my hand, and sweating pretty deeply when the Shift hit. I was luckily in a nice little neighborhood and surrounded by equally confused individuals. 

It didn’t take long for us all to realize we had swapped bodies. We did our best to shovel the rest of snow on the roads and walkways, since emergency vehicles were on their way to help out others put into distress by the Shift. Not that I minded. I’d never felt so strong before. Using that shovel to plow snow out of the way got me an amazing pump. It’s an amazing feeling realizing just how muscular you are through a long sleeved shirt, before even having seen your new body. 

A few guys shoveling beside me even paid me a few compliments.

“Looks like you got one of the most jacked guys here.” “A bit easy on the eyes too.” “You single?” 

It felt like heaven! The only thing that was amiss, was feeling unseasonably warm as I worked. 

When the work was done, one of the unshifted guys offered his home to anyone who needed shelter from the cold. I gladly took him up on the offer, both eager to rest and check out my new body.

And I wasn’t disappointed. 

Turns out I was getting so warm outside because this guy is super hairy beneath all those clothes. My arms, legs, chest, and face have a thick coating of dark hair that’s growing more and more by the day. Even my eyebrows are so big and bushy. As a naturally smooth guy with thin eyebrows this entire body screamed hairy sasquatch in the snow. Especially when I felt how big my new hairy feet were. They were almost twice the size of my old feet and those little tufts of hair on each toe made me feel like a hobbit!

I’ll admit, I spent a little too much time in the bathroom that first night just looking at my new body. But can you blame me? I’m such a hottie! Flexing, smiling, and even saying the most unhinged things in my new voice had me hard as a rock. 

You’d think I was living the dream right? I’d wake up, help shovel some snow, get to know my new neighbors, and enjoy my body right? Well, that’s only partly true. Sure helping out my new neighborhood was nice. Same for all the attention! But there was a small problem.

All the guys here kept begging me to top them! They kept wanting me to use my new dick, which admittedly was very large, to fill their new bodies! Only problem is that I’m still firmly a bottom. I have no intention of using my new dick for that. Instead I want my new booty filled with someone as eager to explore it as I am. 

A few days ago, one of my former hook ups Chad Hectors somehow got my new number. Turns out he got shifted into my old body. He’s been sending me hot pictures of my former self shirtless and at the gym. Now he keeps asking me when I’m gonna come back to visit because he wants to fuck me with my old dick!

The guy is a complete ego show, but the idea of having my old cock penetrate me like that has gotten me so turned on! Do I wanna maintain my pride for finding a nice guy… or give that guy the satisfaction and give in? Maybe once visit wouldn’t hurt. 

[nonotnolan]

Open Schedule

Every few weeks, I make an effort to travel the two hours out west to enjoy the summer beach weather. It's not the sort of expense I can justify on a weekly basis, but it's a nice way to disconnect from the stress of modern life for a weekend.

And let's be honest, the best part of the beach is the eye candy. I certainly don't travel this far away for the swimming, I'll tell you that much. Just look at this guy-- we don't have men like that back home, that's for sure.

Seriously, look at this guy. I can't imagine how much sunscreen he needed to avoid getting burnt to a crisp, but I'm grateful his chest is on full display. Apparently he's getting some photos for Instagram or something-- he poses for several photos that his friend takes for him, and once he's satisfied, they walk back over to the shoreline.

The red head and his friend set up their towels near me, and I'm thankful for the chance for further eye candy. I'm especially thankful for the short inseam on his swimsuit that complements his tight ass. I'm a little surprised neither of them are hitting on any of the bikini blondes nearby until I see them exchange a kiss. Not his friend, then.

Good for them! It does make me feel a bit awkward, though. Straight guys seldom notice when you're ogling them at the beach-- they're too busy trying to catch the eyes of some chick with big tits. Gay men, though... I swear the hot ones know who is just looking at their physique, and who is actually checking them out. Hopefully he was more flattered than offended.

I left before they did, and I had honestly forgotten about them until they saw me walking past one of the outdoor cafes. "Well, look who it is. We were hoping to run into you! Come on over here, dude. You left before we had a chance to talk." I look over to find the two of them sitting close together, the red head with a possessive arm around his boyfriend-- his husband, I correct myself, noticing the ring.

"Nothing bad," he added, seeing the look on my face. "Alec here noticed you were checking me out, so I thought you might be open to our... proposition," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "If that sounds like a good time, why don't you take a seat?" I could hardly believe my ears. I wasn't normally big on couple play, but for these two, I would make an exception.

"My name is Mike, and this is my husband Alec," he said, hugging his partner for emphasis. "We've got a fully open relationship. A mostly open relationship," he added, after his husband nudged him. "Alec here is an insatiable top, but I'm more of a side. We try to find people who are open to messing around so that we both have our sexual needs met." I nodded, adjusting to this new information. Mike was the ginger beefcake with broad shoulders, but Alec was still very attractive-- and willing, which was also a huge plus, given how often guys back home would ghost me.

I nodded my head a few times, trying to play it cool "I mean... yeah, I'd be down for that. If you're a side, does that mean you'll be in the room watching us, or...?"

"Well, that's the catch," Alec said, crossing his fingers as he leaned in closer to me. "I don't mind having a open relationship, but having sex with other men feels like a violation of marriage. Mike here wants to make sure both of us have our needs met, so the compromise is that you and Mike would swap bodies. I'm only ever having sex with one man, technically, and he can have as many bate buddies as he can find."

"I like how you just assumed that I would have a Swapper," I said, chuckling to myself. The technology exploded onto the college campus scene a few years ago, and it didn't take very long for it to sweep through the queer community. "Mine's not jailbreaked, so we'll be stuck with the 12 hour limit. Which... is that good, or did you want to schedule it for less time than that?"

"Twelve hours is fine by me," Mike said. "I want to give myself time to find someone in your body without worrying about the deadline. You don't have, like, brunch plans or anything, do you?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I didn't make any travel plans for this weekend, I've got an open schedule. Which... wherever you wanna do the swap, that's fine. I'm not worried about witnesses, but I do want to trade safety photos."

Honestly, it was less that I wanted safety photos, and more that I wanted an excuse to have more photos of this man for later. I really wasn't worried about the possibility of Mike giving away his muscled body to permanently steal my average dad bod, and since I wasn't a local resident, there really wasn't much he could do in the way of defamation or slander. They probably appreciated the photo trade, however.

I still couldn't believe my luck as I watched my real body walk over to my car, using my phone to try out his luck with online hookups. Apparently there was an entire community of Sides where they could arrange low stakes makeout sessions with each other, which-- more power to them. I flexed Mike's body, watching my body surge with masculine strength. I absolutely would have started to grope myself if we hadn't been in public.

"Well, then," I said, wrapping an arm around Alec and pulling him close. "you've got until 7am to ravage this tight ass, and whatever else you've daydreamed about. Did you have an itinerary in mind, or did you just want to head back to your bedroom and go from there? I don't expect 12 hours of non-stop fucking, I promise."

He smiled at me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "That puts you in the top 10% of third wheels already," he said, leaning in closer. "Do you mind if we go shopping? Mike hates trying on new clothes, so you'd be doing me a favor on top of getting to look at yourself in the mirror."

I responded by leaning over and kissing him full on the lips. I couldn't help but chuckle as I felt his entire body tense up before slowly relaxing into the kiss. The longer we made out, the more I could feel my new equipment stiffen with excitement, and it was taking all of my willpower not to grind my manhood against his thigh.

"Okay, we should probably stop here before we get arrested for indecent exposure on the beach," I said, pulling away. "Once I get going, I'm not gonna want to stop. So, uhhh... whatever shopping you want to do, lead the way."

Alec was an attentive husband for the evening, leading me up and down various shops on the beachfront. I followed his lead, dutifully trying on anything he picked out, and making a few suggestions of my own. Playing the role of dress-up doll was incredibly arousing, and I enjoyed the time spent in the dressing rooms. Mike's body really was incredible, and I loved seeing the pec cleavage this body displayed whenever I kept something unbuttoned. The boxer briefs I was wearing must have drank a gallon of precum by the time we were done, but I didn't want to rub one out in a bathroom somewhere and risk my performance later that night. As long as it didn't soak through into my jeans, that's all that mattered.

Once we had finished the circuit of beachfront shopping, Alec escorted me back to their mid-rise condo unit. We spent some time out on the balcony, and we actually had a nice conversation prior to the main event. Once he leaned over to kiss me, it didn't take long before we were back inside and stripping naked. I had already previewed Mike's dick in the dressing rooms, but seeing Alec's massive cock took my breath away. It had to be at least ten inches, and the thickest tool I'd seen outside of porn. It was little wonder the man was an insatiable top.

To my relief, he was also skilled at using it, and the two of us enjoyed one hell of a night. It was one of the most intense hookups I had ever had, and I was very grateful that my current body came pre-stretched. I wasn't sure how much aftercare Alec would want, since I was technically a stranger, but I found myself cuddling him as we drifted to sleep. Lying in bed, with Alec resting his head on my chest, was an amazing end to my Swapper experience.

I woke up in my own body, completely naked atop a crumpled mess of bedsheets still damp with sweat. I hadn't actually thought this far ahead, so I'm glad Mike found someone willing to let him spend the night. I scratched absentmindedly at my stomach as I collected my bearings, which is how I noticed the layer of dried cum all over my chest hair. A fair trade, especially given how sore Mike's ass must have been after the night we had. I grabbed my clothes, waving awkwardly at the stranger next to me before leaving his apartment. As I scanned the unfamiliar parking lot for my car, I heard a series of pings on my phone. It was a text message and a selfie from Mike.

"Thanks again for agreeing to the swap, man. I had a lot of fun in your body-- Bears are a hot commodity in the circles I run in, so believe me when I say you were in high demand. Plus Alec keeps talking about how he had a great time with you last night. So... are you local? We'd love to do this again."

The thought of being in control of that hot ginger hunk again had me very excited. The fact that all three of us enjoyed the swap? It made it that much better. The thought of having a body that Mike wanted was unreal. I tried to make sure my reply sounded calm, without being too cold. "I'm not local, but I am within 50 miles. I'll have to check my schedule, but most of my weekends are pretty open. Next Saturday?" I couldn't help but smile. I had a feeling that I'd be making a lot more trips out to the beach this year.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Mmmmm love a mutually beneficial relationship like this. Everyone wins!

[menofcolorswitchbodiesagain]

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks

“Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.”

Said the headline of the newspaper of the paper on the kitchen table.  

‘’What a joke!’’

 This is my fourth house in two days and still, nobody has even a clue who I am and where I will strike next. The cops are such idiots that I feel almost sorry for them, almost. My “business plan” is quite simple I break into the homes of rich people in daylight because those rich bastards are by then all gone, to their work. 

‘’Now what do we got here?’’

I opened the drawer and pulled out a golden necklace with some weird mask. 

‘’Looks like an antique, I could sell this shit easily to some pawnshop only the weight in gold could be worth a lot! Hahaha, this is a good day everything goes as planned just how I like it.’’

‘’What are you doing in my house?!’’

A tall muscular man had caught me in the middle of my work, he had seen my face what was I going to do? He had a gun in his hand holding me at gunpoint.

‘’Oh is this your house I thought it was my house you know how al these homes look like on another, right?’’

‘’Stop this nonsense and put down my properties especially that necklace! I have already called the cops they are already on their way I fought you would eventually end up here. Boy, it’s time for you to learn you have to work hard for your money instead of stealing it from others! Now take that necklace of this is your last chance!’’

‘’You’re really attached to this old crap aren’t you huh, I grinned. Sorry sugar daddy but not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you! I wish you could see how it is on the other side of the tracks, wondering if you would still act like such a big guy! The necklace started to glow with a strange bright glow and then there was a flash.’’

‘’NO STOP YOU IDIOT…’’

…

‘’Ugh, my head! What happened, how long was I out?!’’

I pulled my hands to my throat. Wait what’s wrong with my voice it’s so deep! I tried to stand up I felt so heavy did that flash made me nuts? I walked towards a mirror but instead of my own reflection, it was… 

It was him, that musclebound sugar daddy!

''Holy shit, and that insane necklace!''

I’d always wondered what life was like on his side of the tracks… and now I am him. Those biceps—massive. I could feel the coarse grey hairs on my face.

I flexed these new arms, watching the muscles rise and fall, a giddy thrill running through me. My pulse quickened, a strange mix of shock and excitement. I couldn’t help but grin, almost trembling as I took in the reflection: a short but devastatingly handsome, beefy man staring back. Thick arms. Solid chest. All of it on display for my personal pleasure.

''Hmm… hmm… hmmmmm.''

“This is straight-up Freaky Friday, bruh…” If I’m in his body, then where...''

‘’Oooh… M-must ‘a B-blacked out, feel so… so… No, no. no this can’t be! What have you done to me you thief I’m in your body! I’m Richard Ford, not some criminal! I have to have to restore this. The necklace provides only one wish per customer! I will make you pay for this kid after this is over!’’

 ’'I wish I was Richard Ford again!“

’'No, you won’t, gimme that!” I shouted and gripped the necklace and pulled it off his neck and pushed him against the wall with my new body’s strength.

 ’'Huh? I-I’m still you! But why…?“ My old self yelled while I hold him down with one hand while holding the necklace with the other. 

‘’Hey, I get it it’s like you said the necklace provides only one wish per customer, and ’'my body” already made his wish but I with Richard Ford’s body didn’t! HAHAHAHAHA not so smart now right huh? I'm the big man now! I'm huge. I have such huge muscles!''

“Make your wish you punk, switch us back!’' 

’'Haha, not a chance I’m giving up this wealthy lifestyle! Besides, an extra bit of arm strength will come in handy."

’'You don’t leave me a choice, this will hurt you more than me!” Richard said and then he kicked my fucking balls! 

“AAAAAAHHH you piece of shit!” I fell to my knees, “Yeesh you smashed my balls bro Uuugggghhh Shhit!’' 

*click* 

I turned around and saw my old body with Mr. Ford in it holding me at gunpoint.

’'Don’t worry asshole you won’t have to carry MY damn balls anymore! Now last chance to make your wish and switch us back!’' 

’'Alright alright don’t shoot! I will make that stupid wish.” I heard police cars approaching. 

“What are you waiting for know?! Do it NOW!’' 

’'I wish…”

“Police open the door!’' 

’'I wish… I wish I got ALL your knowledge and you got mine!’' 

’'You little R….!’' 

The necklace started to glow and the room was lighted up by a flash again.

The Police busted into the kitchen. ’'Police drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!’' 

’'Are you alright Mr. Ford you called?” A cop asked me. 

“Yes, I’m feeling fine just a little dizzy. This street rat tried to rob me I think he is the one who did all those burglaries in the neighborhoods lately.”  

The cops had already handcuffed the real Richard in my body.

 ‘’No, he is lying I’m Richard Ford not him’!’

 ’'What a joke if you are Richard Ford what is my birthdate huh? I asked the old Ford. 

“Uhm it’s… I don’t remember!’' 

How much can I lift? Oh, but if you are ’'Mr. Ford” you should know what my favorite cheat meal is right?

 ’'I…I don’t remember anything’’… “

‘’255 to 275 lbs and fresh cream cheesecake with blueberries”, I answered with a smile on my handsome face.’’  Crazy, how I now had acces to all of Ford's memories and skills!

“Officers, please, believe me! He used that necklace over there to switch our bodies, and then he stole all my knowledge including everything I know about myself!”

“But of course, never heard this excuse from a suspect they sure get weirder by the day if you asked me”. Said a cop when they took Richard into custody. 

...

A few months passed and I’m living my new jet-set-life went smoothly and was kicking my (legal) job with Ford’s knowledge and money I could do anything, I even maintained my amazing physique. I looked at the paper at the dinner table… 

“Burglar who terrorized neighborhoods has been convicted 20 YEARS in prison!’’

It just like I told you sugar daddy not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you were! I guess not such a big guy after all. 

’'It’s a good day just how I like it, now let’s get back to work.”

THE END

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks“Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.”Sai

[thegreatstoryteller]

Oooof a reversal like this is always intriguing. Guilty pleasure for sure. Love this swap.

[maningup]

Bro's Room 2: Jock Essence

A/N: I am immune to nostalgia, you are immune to nostalgia. Any references to anything in this story MUST be completely coincidental.

I think I've done enough long stories, I'm tired. It's gonna be short stories of various lengths until I stop. Then, who knows, maybe another couple of months before you see me again haha, I hope not.

Here we go with a spin off series!

Jed had stepped into his room, spotting a stranger in his bed, holding his basketball. Before he could even say anything, the man stammered “I-I didn’t mean to!” The cadence, the stammer, even the bit of whine, now subdued by the weight in his voice, Jed knew it well.

How many times could one person tell another, movies weren’t real? How many times could one be forced to watch Space Jam? Jed had no idea but was sure he must have been approaching the world record for it. Iker loved that movie and Jed had no one but himself to blame for it. He was the one who had to make sure his brother saw the “classics”. Especially not wanting him to think that modern Looney Tunes could even hold a candle to the Old version. Iker was hooked, just as Jed planned. He just hadn’t realized what that meant.

See Jed was an athletic guy, and his room had become his treasure trove and a testament to all the sports he’d played throughout the years. Used hockey sticks taped back together multiple times, stashed away in the closet. A scribbled over soccer ball deflated in the corner, wrestling trophies used as paper weights. The only piece of equipment stored here still in rotation was Jed’s basketball. He’d gather up some of his friends and go play hoops at their park's local black top. Iker would join them often, sitting on the side, plucking at grass under a tree's shade. Such was life when your mom couldn't hire a proper babysitter. But over the years Jed did his best trying to get Iker involved, making his friends go easier on his lil bro, lifting him up to throw shots. Iker couldn’t really muster the natural talent to keep up with the skills the older boys had cultivated, but he was always in awe. Plucking the grass wasn't him showing disinterest, it was him pretending to be disinterested so that Jed didn't feel compelled to include him.

Perhaps to anyone else it would have been obvious where this was going, but even by his own admission Jed was never a genius. He had always loved talking up how smart his younger brother was, to diss himself and his bro’s when playing ball. They were all good people who Jed would hype up to no end, but their collective grades were ass. However, Iker, having a passionate love for Space Jam, did lessen his older brother’s diss for his friends. He may have been smart, but he was still just a munchkin. 

There was one scene in the movie, where the villains’ goons, little weird monster freaks in Jed’s eyes, stealing the talent of professional players via a basketball. Iker was obsessed with that scene and was convinced his brother and his friend’s talent were infused into Jed’s basketball. It made no sense! But it was a fun big brother thing to harp on and tease Iker about. He even started playing keep away with the ball, putting it out of Iker’s reach. Easy to place it in one hand and let Iker try to jump and get it. At first it was a pretty funny joke, but the more they watched Space Jam the more Iker hyper fixated on the scene and became obsessed with having the ball. 

Got so bad, Jed one day plopped the ball in Iker’s lap. “See, it’s nothing special.” 

“Nooo, it has to be after you play with it. You haven’t played basketball in a week.”

Jed rolled his eyes at the time, not knowing where the sudden stipulations came from. Iker wouldn’t relent though. Which meant Jed let his basketball sit in his room, hoping Iker would lose interest. But today without much thought, Jed got the hankering to play some ball and went out for Saturday morning. He came back in the afternoon and tossed the ball on his bed, walking down the stairs to grab a snack. Iker could be pestering, invasive, and annoying but he was never intentionally bad. Which is why Jed never even considered the possibility Iker would sneak into his room.

Bag of chips and soda in hand, Jed never expected the sight before him. He had walked in during the final stages of the transformation, a soft glow of the ball flowing into the figure touching it. A body that was expanding bigger, pressing down his sheets heavier. The glow faded and there was just a dude there in his bed, ball in hand.

The words, “I-I didn’t mean to!” broke whatever spell Jed had been under.

“Iker?!” He whispered, closing the door. “What did you do? What happened to you?”

“The ball,” Iker spoke quietly, but his voice was so deep every word came across precise. There was no comprehending, what had happened to Iker. Jed was stunned looking at him alone. His brother looked like a fucking unit; every muscle hard trained in a gym. The backwards hat was new, but the briefs he had on certainly looked stretched out and not quite equipped for what he had now, both front and back. His face card wasn’t lacking either, jawline chiseled to the bone and lips plumper than ever. 

Jed walked over and pressed a hand to Iker’s face. 100 % real flesh. His hand skimmed to Iker’s jaw and there was stubble there. Like actual burgeoning hair follicles waiting to form a proper beard. Iker had pecs, biceps, delts, abs and Jed was just running his hands all over studying it, feeling the firm hardness under the pressure of his fingers. “This is sick!”

“Told you it would work,” Iker said a bit more confidently. 

“But why did you come into my room?” Jed’s tone shifted.

Iker shrugged but Jed’s stare applied the right pressure, “Thought I heard you calling me,” His eyes shifted to the ball in his hands as he stood up off the bed. “But when I opened the door your voice and your friend's voice were coming from this, begging me to touch it.” He tossed the ball in the air catching it perfectly, “and then POOF. What'dya think? Can I play basketball without handicaps this time?” Iker winked. Jed was taken aback his little brother seemed off with the way he was talking. Not quite like a kid who had their wish come true, rather a person whose wish coming true was a forgone conclusion: arrogance. Also playing basketball with Jed’s friends? He hated to admit it, but Iker’s body looked way more skilled than Jed's group of friends. Perhaps there was some reason behind that. If all of Jed’s friends had infused some part of themselves into a ball that Iker’s body soaked up, that was way more than one person. The ball had obviously passed between various hands during a game. That meant multiple people’s, what ‘talent’… ‘essence?’ flowed into Iker at once. Though Jed certainly didn’t feel tired or drained like in the movie.

A door slammed in the house. Jed jumped. “That was mom, was she coming or going?”

“Don’ kno.” Iker scratched his chest. Jed rolled his eyes, pointing at Iker's shirt on the bed. “Get dressed.” Jed opened the door and tiptoed downstairs, all was clear, and seeing his mom pull off confirmed it. Walking back up to his room Jed was greeted by a new sight.

Iker’s old jersey looked like a crop top, and he hadn’t even bothered with his shorts, playing with the ball instead. His whole body flexed as he moved the basketball behind his head. Jed had to fight not to stare at the large biceps, pushing the sleeves taunt. He was in awe of Iker and needed gym tips right away.

“Can we go play ball now?” Iker bounced on his feet restlessly.

“I just got back,” Jed stated.

“I know but, we don’t need the others, Me and you. I’ll wipe the floor with you.” Iker tossed the ball in the air, spinning it off his palm before catching it and doing it again. Jed definitely caught the smugness in the words that time. Jed’s loss was clearly inevitable to Iker. But Jed couldn’t let himself get caught up on words, there was a very real issue going on with his brother. He snatched the ball from Iker's hands. 

Iker tried to steal it back, but Jed held his hand out, “No stay there. While I try to undo whatever this is.” Crossing his arms, Iker did as told but clearly pouting about it. Jess looked over every inch of the ball. A regular basketball, nothing more. He tossed it onto his bed. “Don’t” he said as Iker turned away from the ball, eyes going anywhere else in the room pretending he wasn't yearning for it.

Jed tried to think of a solution, but it was hard with Iker looking like a model plopped dead in the center. Face too chiseled, neck too thick, arms too strong, pecs too puffed out, waist too thin. Bulge and ass making the briefs appear even tinier, and ready to snap at the wrong movement. The legs, both thighs and calves, were stolen from roided up horses. “Geezus.” Jed muttered under his breath, almost breaking out in a sweat. He had to think. So, he had played with three other guys today, which meant what…their talent was flowing through Iker 4 times as strong. That could explain why Iker was so…developed. Like Jed was proud of his looks, but he wasn’t competing in any IBFFs soon if ever.

“Maybe if we…” Stupid fantasy logic was not his forte, that's what Iker was for, paired with Iker’s brains, probably would have given them somewhere to start. Jed watched as current Iker pulled off his shirt, feeling up his muscles. 

“Chicks are going to dig this.” His voice said dreamily. Something about his stare and speech wasn’t quite there in reality with Jed.

“Chicks? What chicks?” Jed turned around.

Iker snorted, “The ones at our school bro. Who else?”

Jed slammed his face in his hands, “We don’t go to the same school. You go to an all-boys school for smart people. Stop messing around.” 

“All boys? Pftt, as if.” Iker puffed out air. “Nah there’s no way I’d deny the babes access to all this. “Iker struck a pose, back flared, biceps curled, tongue out. Jed realized his brother looked like a jock stepped right from a movie. And the longer Jed stared at him, the more his mind had overlapping memories of what Iker was supposed to look like. The image of this jockish version imposed his image on everything but didn’t erase the previous one. The magic seemed to be as equally dumb as his brother now.

Mom was going to kill him.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Love the space jam reference! Getting the essence of so many guys to become huge is the best

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Best Gift is Revenge

It had been a tough year for Bobby. He had hoped his first year at college would have gone smoothly. The home to higher education was supposed to be a new start to finding out what else life had in store for him… but instead it was more of the same.

It started with Max Madden. His new roommate. Apparently he was a hot shot football player on the team who was more famous for all the girls he’d flirt with than his actual skill. Before they met Bobby thought they’d get along. While he was quite nerdy and not exactly fit, Bobby was an avid football fan. However, Max didn’t see it that way. The guy was too concerned with looking hot and partying, that all he saw in Bobby was a nerd he could push around.

“Hey why don’t you head out and give my lady and I some privacy.” “Runt! You’re not doing anything right? Finish my paper!” “Did you touch my secret stash of booze?! I swear pipsqueak, you don’t touch my shit!”

And that's what life up till December had been like.

Bobby did his best to hide from Max all semester! With Christmas break fast approaching, all he wished for was a chance for his roommate and all his bully friends to get what was coming to them! 

And someone was listening. Perhaps not the kind hearted winter spirit of Santa, but someone who was close enough. 

The day he was about to leave for Winter break, Bobby found something on his bed. A small vial with a small note.

“Merry Christmas. Hope you get everything you want this season.” - S

Bobby had no idea who this was. His room was locked! Max had already gone home for the holidays! But he felt… drawn in by the vial. It smelled of peppermint and chocolate… It couldn’t be that bad right?

He decided to drink it and savored its sweet flavor. Then all of a sudden he got drowsy and fell to his bed. 

The scrawny man began to dream. Visions of himself flooded his mind. Different roads taken in life… leading to different  outcomes… different futures. The idea of revenge still pulsed in his heart and one vision grew larger than the others. 

He could see himself… on a football field. But not a normal nerdy frame. The man before him had no pimples. No glasses. Just a chiseled jaw. Manly stubble. And a body built to dominate anyone on the field!

Then as soon as the dream had started! He awoke. No longer seeing the big buff version of himself. Just the average scrawny nerd Max and his cronies loved to torment.

From that point on Bobby went about his winter break. Not realizing that slowly but surely his body was growing. Christmas and New Year passed, and with each passing day he was getting bigger. An inch one week. 3 lbs of muscle another week!

By the time he returned to campus he was feeling more confident in himself. The Christmas clothing his family had gotten him now tight!

Max who normally towered over Bobby by almost a foot… suddenly seemed less daunting. The bully was a large 6’4 and shredded with handsome muscle. Yet, his snide remarks, rude speech, and crude actions weren’t getting to him. 

Instead everyday Bobby was feeling stronger. More empowered. Both internally but outwardly.

“Hey Bobby! You been working out?”

“Busy later Bobby? Maybe we can toss the ball around sometime.” “You’re looking handsome Bobby. Doing anything later?”

All of these and more surrounded Bobby filing him with the pride that was once reserved for Max!

One day Bobby looked in the mirror and smiled. His facial hair was coming in nice… and his body was bulking up? That couldn’t be possible… Yet here he was.

It was that same day that he agreed to become the equipment manager for the Football team. The coach even made a few jokes saying that it looked like he belonged on the team and asked Bobby to do tryouts next semester.

That’s when the big changes kept happening. 

Max would run into Bobby cleaning the weight lifting equipment! He’d try to shove the weak ass weights away from Bobby, only to find that the weights were too heavy! Instead Bobby simply smiled and moved the large 300lbs worth of weight easily away with one hand!

When they were back in their dorm room Max would make fun of Bobby’s puny feet and lame shoes! Then one day Bobby came back with big black feet that overtook Max’s size 12s by several sizes! Now it was Max’s shoes that looked puny by comparison. 

It all came to a boil when summer break was coming up! All the athletes were getting hyped, both for summer training and loads of parties! Max and his group of bullies were cruising the beach party scene at the local frat! This is usually when he’d have all the ladies begging for his attention. But that never happened instead. Everyone seemed to be flocking around a handsome new comer with a familiar face. 

Bobby was there! Shirtless! Showing off his ripped bod! He had abs for days! Bulked biceps! And his face now was outlined by a neat layer of stubble.

When Bobby saw Max enter the party and adjust his sunglasses he couldn’t help but approach his roommate.

“How’s it going Max? Enjoying the party?” Bobby leaned down with a smirk. His voice dripping with a low baritone and cockiness.

“What the- Bobby?! How the hell am I looking up at your scrawny ass!” Max yelled.

“Right? I’m getting used to it too. Turns out being 6’8 does that to a guy. Well. 6’8 for now. The doctors says my growth spurt is still coming.” Bobby shrugged his wide shoulders.

“Doesn’t matter how big you get, you’re still the a nerdy little punk deep down.” Max said attempting to shove Bobby back. Only… now his relatively large hands were meeting  resistance. His athletic push didn’t stand a chance against Bobby’s wall of pectoral muscles! Every shove. Every push! It was less than a tickle to Bobby’s new strength. 

Max’s group of bullies began to laugh at their leader for what looked like groping the biggest guy at the party’s pecs!

“Easy roomie. If you wanted to feel my muscles. You just had to ask. 

Bobby flexed! Bringing only more attention to their corner of the party! 

Max stormed off! Not wanting to be embarrassed further! But only managed to slip and fall against the beach’s waves!

It was the bully’s turn to dread seeing his roommate again.

He thought by the time the new school year had started that he’d be free of who most girls were calling “Big Bobby”. Though once again he was sorely mistaken.

The first day of football practice there was a big 7 foot tall wall of muscle smiling down at him. Bobby had made the football team!

The rest of the semester wouldn’t have Max as the team captain. It’d be Bobby! There wouldn’t be cheerleaders throwing themselves at Max anymore. Men and women alike now preferred Bobby! And when the NFL scouts would be coming to their games, they wouldn’t even notice Max! All eyes would be on Bobby!

At the end of that football season, Bobby would have exactly what he wanted and more. He couldn’t wait to see what the rest of his future had in store. Though he had a feeling it would involve the NFL very soon. 

[bizzhideaway]

The Jersey that Made Him

My gift for @thegreatstoryteller as part of his annual story exchange

Jay and his boyfriend Miles had been dating awhile and with Christmas arriving neither could figure out what to get each other. Neither were huge sports fans but Miles knew how much Jay loved some of the players in the NFL, especially the bigger guys. 

Miles started to look for some of the players that Jay had been lusting after the most and was looking at getting him a jersey. He figured it would be a nice surprise for him to open on Christmas Day. The one thing is the two never spent Christmas together. They would go their separate ways to spend time with their own families. It was something that both loved getting to do since Christmas was important to them.

After some spying on Jay’s searches online…Miles came across the player he seemed to be the most focused on, Spencer Brown, of the Buffalo Bills. He was impressive even to Miles seeing Spencer stood 6’8” and weighed in at 311 pounds. Once he saw that he knew it would be the perfect gift for Jay to get him a Spencer jersey.

Miles set out to find a jersey for Jay but finding one for Spencer was really tough. He wasn’t a super popular player so most sites didn’t stock his jersey and ordering a custom one would take too long to make sure that Jay could take the gift with him on his trip. So Miles kept searching to figure out a way to get Jay the jersey he would love. 

While searching online Miles came across a site he hadn’t seen before. It was offering a unique gift that would be there in time for Jay to leave on his trip. As Miles was looking more into the site he started to see some weird reviews about transformations and the best gifts ever. He thought that was odd and so reached out with questions. Turns out he stumbled across a site that did offer the most unique gifts it could…by transforming the gift giver into the requested item for a set amount of time. 

Miles sat there staring at the response and wondering if this could actually be true. How could some random website transform someone into an item to be given as a gift. Miles decided to keep searching for a jersey but something made him bookmark the website.

Over the next few days Miles kept up the search but was striking out, and occasionally he would find himself back on that website. The more he thought about it…the more it interested him. Miles really would like to spend the holiday with Jay but his job wouldn’t allow it. He just told Jay he was going to spend Christmas with his family but in honesty his job denied his vacation so he was going to work. He knew if he told Jay about it that Jay would then skip Christmas to spend time with him so he lied.

Miles started to set the plan into motion. He contacted the site and they arranged a meeting place for it to happen. Jay thought Miles was leaving for his vacation so the two said goodbye to each other and Miles headed out. Only he wasn’t going to the airport but rather to a shop in town to be changed. Jay seemed sad to say goodbye but this is what he agreed to. 

Once at the shop Miles talked to the person about his plan. He wanted to become a Spencer Brown jersey for Christmas weekend so Jay could wear him for the Bills game on the 28th. The person had him fill out a card with a personal message and then explained how it would work. 

After writing Jay a sweet message Miles was led to a room that has what looks like a tanning bed in it. They explained how the process would work and that once it was done he would be boxed up and delivered to Jay. Miles nods and strips down covering himself before laying down on the bed. The person smiles at him and tells him the change would last for a week until Jay is back home and he will feel everything. Finally with a quick motion the person brought down the top of the bed. Steam started to shoot from the bed as a hissing sound was produced as Miles let out a scream which turned to a moan. The steam was so hot on him that he felt like his body was melting. He slowly started to change, getting flatter until a beep was heard and the pressure he was feeling released. 

Miles went to talk but found he couldn’t move or talk. The person reached in and grabbed him, lifting him up. He then shook him out and smiled. “Well you turned out perfect…I am sure your boyfriend will love you for the week.”

Miles felt a rush of air through him as he was carried to another room where a box was waiting for him. The worker then carefully folded up Miles and put him in the box. What Miles didn’t see was another note sitting in the bottom of the box below him. His note is then placed on top of him followed by tissue paper and then darkness. 

The box was tossed around as it was carried to Jay and Miles' apartment. He was left on the doorstep after hearing a knock. Soon he felt more movement and heard through the box “Oh wow Miles really did send a gift. I can’t wait until Christmas to see what he got me” Jay said.

Jay finished packing up his stuff and then placing Miles’ gift on top of the suitcase, not realizing he was actually packing up his boyfriend with him. Soon the two were headed to the airport where Miles would be checked into the luggage area with Jay’s other stuff. 

Once Jay arrived at his family’s place, Miles could hear talking but had no idea what was being said by Jay’s family as the box was carried through the house until he was put under the tree like any other gift. 

The waiting was painful for Miles just waiting in a box but he knew the wait would be worth it to see the excitement on Jay’s face. 

Finally Christmas morning arrived and Jay ripped into the gift. Miles finally saw light again as Jay opened the box. The look of surprise on his face was something Miles didn’t expect. Jay was grinning so big as he read the sweet note from Miles. “Oh man…he knew the player I like and got me a jersey…but why is it so big?” Jay said holding up Miles. Instead of a Medium sized jersey…Miles had been turned into a size XXL jersey. 

Jay then looked in the box again and saw another note that said open after putting on the jersey, but it did recommend he do it in private. Miles felt his boyfriends hands holding him before heading to his room to put on the jersey. 

Miles was so excited to feel Jay pull him on and the time was finally coming. Jay stripped off his shirt and grabbed the jersey and started to pull it on. Being an XXL the jersey hung on Jay like a dress would. Miles felt the warmth of Jay’s body and loved it after having spent days in the box. Jay rubbed the jersey against his skin loving it…but wondering why Miles would get him such a large size.

As Jay checked out himself in the mirror he felt a warmth suddenly start radiating from the jersey. He was so confused but what got more confusing was his hands. They suddenly started to grow in size. His fingers got longer and thicker as his hand and wrist also started to grow. The feeling then kept working up his arm as his once skinny arm started to swell with muscles. He felt his bicep suddenly starting to stretch the arm of the jersey. He was so confused seeing one massive arm on his form. That is when the change started on his other arm matching the first. 

Once both arms were changed…Jay felt his chest start to warm. The jersey started to become tight across him as his pecs started to pack on muscle. He could see the jersey now hanging different as his massive pecs pushed it away from his body. The warmth he was feeling kept spreading through his body. His once flat stomach swelled out some with muscle and fat. His feet suddenly swelling as well with his socks straining until they ripped revealing massive size 18 feet! Jay felt his legs also starting to warm as muscle kept packing onto them. He was so confused seeing his reflection as the jersey mostly was fitting better…but still was ridiculously long. That is when Jay felt his legs starting to ache like he was going through growing pains. That is when he noticed his view changing as the floor was getting further away from his head. His body is now going from 5’5” to a massive 6’8”. Jay stood there in disbelief as he saw his form being massive now in the mirror. It looked so weird seeing his head on this massive body…but that is when his face started to change. It was shifting as his hair lightened into a blonde color. He stood there blinking several times as his eyes adjusted until he recognized the person in the mirror…it was Spencer Brown. Jay was shocked at this. “Huh what just happened to me?” he said in a much deeper voice as he looked himself over seeing the jersey was now fitting him tightly. 

Jay then remembered the second note and lumbered his way over to his bed…which now would seem way too small for his body. Confused still he grabbed the letter in his massive hands and tore it open to read it.

Jay you have likely already experienced the change that the jersey has brought you. You see this isn’t any ordinary jersey but is actually your boyfriend Miles. He had himself turned into a jersey to spend the holiday with you and well we figured would add some special magic to it. Now you are Spencer Brown…all 6’8” and 311 pounds of him. 

Miles will be your jersey through the game this weekend where you will be playing. And don’t worry you will know Spencer’s position when you put on the jockstrap that is laying on your bed. 

Once the game is over…you will have a choice to make…to take off Miles and you both transform back into yourselves…or you can remain Spencer and keep wearing Miles. He signed the contract and gave up his form to your decision so the decision is left up to you. Now enjoy the next few days as Spencer Brown and don’t worry to your family you didn’t end up coming home this year and they have no idea. 

Jay stood there in shock reading over the letter over and over again. What he didn’t realize while reading the note was that his room around him had shifted. Instead of being inside his childhood room he was now in Spencer’s massive bedroom inside his home in Buffalo. 

Jay then looked around and gasped seeing the changes around him. “Whoa…is this for real? Miles, is this really you?” he said, rubbing the jersey that was now clinging to his body. He didn’t know if his boyfriend could respond to him…but for some weird reason he felt a warmth. 

He then noticed the XXL jockstrap laying there on the bed. He grabbed it and before even thinking pulled it on. That sent a shock through him as his brain started to get filled with knowledge of football. That is when Jay realized that the jockstrap was Spencer…and he was also wearing him. That is when he felt his new massive dick start to swell realizing he was Spencer Brown the Buffalo Bills Offensive Tackle…and this Christmas was going to be one to remember.

Jay now Spencer spent the days following Christmas wearing Miles when he was home and getting ready for the game. He figured he would make the decision after the game…and honestly if this is what Miles wanted…maybe staying this way would work out. 

[thegreatstoryteller]

Merry Christmas indeed! Thank you for the story!

[thegreatstoryteller]

Getting in the Christmas Spirit

Merry Christmas @bizzhideaway! Hope you enjoy finding the Holiday Spirit and all the fun changes it brings.

It was Christmas time in New York! The weather was cold, the lights were bright, and one man wasn't feeling the Christmas cheer this year.

Bryce sighed in the cool breeze, looking on at the city that never sleeps as his brown hair tousled in the wind. He had hoped that by the time this Christmas season came, he'd be in brighter spirits. Tis the season after all. However, the further into winter he found himself in, the more he was just feeling down. Despite being 5’11, he’d never felt lower. 

He knew he needed a change of perspective, that’s why he came to New York after all. It was supposed to be the perfect winter vacation to shake things up. To really bring about change. But still nothing. No amount of handsome athlete sightings or broadway musical bliss could seem to help. He still knew he needed that change. And so did  a certain someone nearby. 

There are many spirits of Christmas in the world. Some embody the holly jolly man in red we know as Santa, subtly giving gifts to those who were nice. Then there were Tricksters. Those with limitless magical ability, but often used their gifts to play transformative games with those they’d deemed entertaining.

A Trickster Santa would ensure those who weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit would learn to appreciate it, in one way or another!

"I just wish I could enjoy the holidays this year. Between work and this restricting weather, it's hard to be anything but miserable this time of year." Bryce found himself saying before calling it a day. 

Bryce went to bed that night hoping for a change. And the next morning he would certainly find it. 

That night Bryce dreamed.

He could hear a whisper on the wind. "You will certainly enjoy the Christmas season this year. If not in this life. Then another."

“Who said that?” Bryce thought, his words echoing in his dream-like state.

“I am here to give you your presents this year. I know you have worked so hard to support others in your life. So perhaps it’s time you see the direct benefit your support has on others.” The trickster’s voice replied. 

Then it felt as if his body was light... made of air! He felt himself drifting up from his bed and through the roof. Soaring through the skies of New York as if the breeze himself was carrying him elsewhere. This was more than a dream!

He soared right into another nearby neighborhood. A modest home, with a tree, presents, and smoldering fireplace.

“Where am I?: Bryce asked, still astonished by this surreal setting. 

"The best part of Christmas is the giving. Perhaps you will best learn this lesson, when YOU are the gift. " Echoed that strange voice. 

The world shifted around! And suddenly he was still. He was awake, but in darkness. How was that possible?

"Hey! Who wants to open the first present?" Came a voice.

"Give it to Jax! He's gonna love his gift!" Came another.

"Aw thanks guys." Came a notably more nerdy voice.

Then there was a blinding light as Bryce was staring up at a nerdy face that picked him up.

"Really guys?! You got me NFL socks! Are they autographed by Wyatt Teller!? You know I’m a huge Browns fan! You're the best!" Jax said holding up Bryce! 

It was at that moment Bryce realized why he felt so weird! He was the pair of socks! He could still see, feel, and think, but it was clear that he had become the perfect gift for this person on Christmas.

"Yeah! And not just any NFL socks. They're a special Christmas pair! Apparently worn by a huge NFL athlete before." 

"Yeah man! Try it on!" 

The others in the room encouraged.

That's when Bryce felt an unexpected sensation! He was being slid on the foot of this Jax guy! A feeling he never expected, yet it felt oddly good. Physically it felt like he was being stretched out! But there was a more wholesome feeling that felt as if he was helping someone... supporting someone.

Though the strange feelings didn't stop there. And not only for Bryce.

"Woah! These socks feel kinda funny." Jax remarked, the nerdy young man adjusting Bryce on his feet. 

"Woah! I think the magic is kicking in."

"That guy dressed like Santa wasn't kidding! He's really changing!"

Jax was experiencing quite a change. His entire body was growing before their very eyes as a holiday flurry of snow filled the room. His whole life was about to change! And of course it started with his feet.

The nerdy young man had a small size 6, but they were quickly swelling to sizes that would fill up Bryce's new socked form! His feet gained impressive size and strength allowing Bryce to feel like he was stretching to new limits! After he gained 10 sizes, the rest of Jax's body began to follow suit. His legs lengthened with power! His torso expanded and broadened. His arms grew immensely powerful and his face rearranged into that of a legend.

Bryce was now feeling what it was like to be worn by a pro NFL athlete! He was the ultimate athletic support!

The remaining clothing on Jax’s body were in tatters! But they quickly reformed into a full NFL football helmet, jersey, and pads!

"Holy Crap!" Jax boomed in his new voice. He sounded just like the NFL pro, he now was. He looked down and marveled at his big hands, new uniform, and skin tight socks that started it all.

"Yeah! The magic Santa was right!"

"We told him about our nerdy friend who could use a boost and he was right! He had the perfect present for you!"

Bryce could feel Jax lumbering around this now very small home! He towered over the once average sized furniture and architecture! He even could feel Jax bump his head against a door frame a few times to try and get to a room where he could see his reflection. 

Somehow Bryce could feel Jax's excitement. 

"I can't believe it I'm him! I’m Wyatt fucking Teller!" Jax exclaimed flexing in the mirror. Whatever clothing he had on previously, had disappeared! This jersey, this helmet, and these socks were now the only article of clothes Jax had that fit his new body. 

"Thank you so much! You're my new lucky pair of socks!" Jax said, lifting his massive foot into the reflection.

Bryce was already feeling on top of the world for multiple reasons. It was as if being stretched and used like this, was everything he ever wanted. Not to mention, Jax's new feet were beginning to build up quite the sweat along his cotton body. That liquid almost acting like alcohol and making him feel way too good!

Just as soon as the fun started, it was interrupted! Bryce felt himself lifted up and out of the sweaty socks he had become. Once more he was soaring out of this three person home and through the New York skies of Christmas morning. 

"Hey! What gives! I was having fun there!" Bryce complained to the bodiless voice! 

"You were! Though, that is not the only fun you can be having. A new change of scenery is in order. One I'm sure you'll be able to enjoy!" 

All of a sudden Bryce found himself racing through the New York skyline and towards Broadway of all places! With a sudden thump! He was grounded. Physical again! No longer a pair of socks! But now back to being human.

Though not just any human.

“Jonathan Groff?” Bryce said in his new voice as he stared at his reflection. This felt like another dream come true!

Taking a look around it definitely felt more like a dream! To his left and right were playbills, comfy furniture, and costumes! He was in a celebrity dressing room! And not just any kind of celebrity! The kind that only the leads of musicals get!  

Bryce felt like he was in heaven now! Afterall, knowing he was so close to the amazing musicals he'd love to see was a dream come true! But nerves still rattled him as he wondered just what on Earth he was doing there. He had to figure out more! Or at the very least savor this unique experience before he was whisked away to another life.

He decided to dress his new body and had fun putting together all the amazing clothes at Jonathan Groff’s disposal.

When he finally settled on an outfit he exited the dressing room to explore his surroundings further. He saw that this room led to a long hallway, where at the very end lights and music were coming through. When he turned the corner he realized that he was now in a large theater that has been repurposed into a Christmas party! Countless famous names were walking around, mingling, drinking, and having fun!

That's when he saw him in the distance! Jeremy Jordan!? What was he doing here? Besides being an amazing vocalist, actor, and dancer, Jeremy had always been known to Bryce as being super handsome! Could this be the reason he was here?

"You're Jeremy Jordan!?" Bryce exclaimed, as if needing to say it just to believe it himself. 

“Jonathan! Buddy! Did you start drinking without me? You’ve known me for years!” Jeremy laughed. 

“I have?” Bryce laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah! As long as you’ve been going to these Broadway Christmas parties.” Jeremy explained. “You my friend always make these things a hit.”

“Really?” Bryce blushed. “I… I haven’t really been in the holiday spirit recently. This year kinda had me feel… not like myself.”

“Well of course man. It hasn’t been the best year for plenty of us in the arts. I know guys who have been working auditions all year not getting a part. Or entire productions fall apart over time. But that’s what we’ve got events like this for.” Jeremy gestured to the crowd of celebrities, actors, and performers behind him. “We always get together on Christmas to remember what’s important. And that includes you man.”

Bryce felt touched. He was overwhelmed. Both with emotion over Jeremy’s words and the feeling of being in Jonathan Groff’s body. 

“From the look on your face, I’d say you’re starting to feel better. So how about you start us off with the first Christmas song of the day!” Jeremy said tossing him a microphone.

That is when fear crept in! Bryce hadn’t expected to be put on the spot to sing. His last transformation into socks didn’t exactly have any responsibilities. He had no idea if he had any of Jonathan Groff’s musical ability!

However, once the music started playing and the people gather around, something came over him. The words to every single Christmas song came to mind as he started to sing!

Beautiful melodies flowed from his lips and he delivered every lyric with Broadway precision! Once the first song was over he couldn’t resist singing more and more! Jeremy Jordan joined along with a sultry duet of Baby It’s Cold Outside! Aaron Tveit decided to sing with him too, as they performed Last Christmas! When Bryce was feeling especially sexy he took off his nicer jacket and began to sing Santa Baby!

By the time he finished, he was practically breathless! It was so exhilarating. Not only performing for a group of such musically famous people, but singing his heart out to show how much he appreciated celebrating the holidays and having fun. 

When the festivities died down, he took the moment to step off stage to get some water and much needed air. 

Bryce couldn't believe it. He just had his first big Broadway party! Potentially the first of many if he ended up staying in this body. Who knew that the likes of Jeremy Jordan and Aaron Tveit were so fun, not to mention flirty. It was great! Though… it did make him yearn for someone to hold during the holidays.

As he stumbled out of the party he heard a familiar voice once again.

"You seemed to enjoy this one quite a bit. Are you feeling the spirit of the season now?" The trickster of the season asked.

"Haha, well a bit. That was a lot of fun. Singing and dancing with guys I’ve admired so long… it was a dream come true… But there's something to spending the time you have with someone you care about. Those guys don’t know the real me. Thank you so much for all of these adventures. It’s been the best season ever! I'm just sorry I'm a lost cause."

"The final adventure perhaps will change your mind." The trickster’s sly voice said on the wind.

"What do you mean?" Bryce asked, expecting to be flung into a different form once more.

But there was no change. There was no response. 

Just a man talking to the cool evening breeze. Just like he was doing the previous day before his whole life was turned around.

"Oh my gosh! Are you that famous Broadway actor?" Came a deep voice.

Bryce turned around in time to feel the heavy familiar footsteps of Jax approaching him. Only now Bryce was looking at this massive football player not as socks, but a man.

"I am a huge fan Jonathan Groff! Mr. Groff? I... I know I don't look it, but I love your musicals. I have been meaning to see your show for so long." Jax was going into complete fan boy mode. A funny sight considering this 6'5 man of considerable size was practically shaking with excitement.

"Oh! Haha well, I'm a big fan of your work on the field. Glad we can appreciate each other's work." Bryce laughed, happy to see the big guy in person.

"I... I mean you're so popular you're probably busy. But my roommates and I were just about to head back to our apartment for Christmas dinner... Did you want to join us?" Jax offered. The big brute looking positively bashful. Despite his gigantic size, he still felt like the flustered nerd he always had been before

“You know… I think I’m actually free today. I’d love to spend more time with you big guy.” Bryce smiled, taking Jax’s large hand in his. Simply touching the large man brought back the tight sweaty sensation he experienced as his socks.

“Really! Ah! That’s incredible!” Jax was blushing hard now. “Um… Full disclosure. I know I look… well like a professional athlete, but… this isn’t really what I normally look like.”

“That’s alright Jax. I think you and I have a lot in common when it comes to that. Maybe you can tell me how it all happened on the way to your apartment.” Bryce gave a soft knowing smile, as he walked through the Wintery streets once more. Though this time, not alone. 

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift Halloween: Celebrities

Everyone knows about the chaos the Great Shift created! However, once the initial terror of the even that swapped over 90% of all people in the world settled down, life went on. There were quite a few individuals who were happy to enjoy their new forms, especially on nights like Halloween! And especially when the body they received in the shift was famous.

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The Football Player

Tucker was putting on the last of his costume before the big Halloween Party tonight. Tucker was proud of his original design and just how easily a standard costume could be accessorized on his larger frame to look sexy.  He smiled loving how the tight leather and fake metal felt against his imposing frame. And his desire stirred as he heard his beautiful fiance call for him in the next room! He couldn’t believe so much had changed from the first day of his swap

No one expects to be tackled when they first swap bodies. Unfortunately for Tucker that’s exactly what his first experience after the shift was like. He had never been so much as shoved before all this and yet here he was under the weight of 300 lb athlete with a confused expression. He would’ve sworn his delicate frame couldn’t handle this impact, and yet he realized it didn’t hurt all that much. When he got up he realized the world had changed!

Tuck had become Travis Kelce!

Before the Great Shift Tucker was just an average office worker in the fashion industry. He spent most of his days on a laptop entering numbers and most of his nights on his tablet sketching art for dresses he’d wish he could make. The most amount of outside activity he’d have was walking to and from his car.  His co workers often asked if he wanted to join their Fantasy Football league, but he’d always decline stating the “wasn’t really into football”. He was a lover not a fighter after all.

However, there was one thing Tucker would fight for. He was a die hard fan of Taylor Swift! As an out and proud gay man he was always the first of his friends to listen to her new albums. Even though he couldn’t afford her expensive concerts he was always excited to talk anyone’s ears off about how great her music was. Needless to say he was a Swifty who loved keeping up with that pop star. He was a little disappointed when he’d heard she was engaged to some meathead football player, but even he had to admit Travis Kelce was hot! A twink like him would only ever dream about what the most famous football player would look like with less clothes.

So when Tucker found himself stumbling to his feet in the middle of an NFL stadium and people started calling him Kelce… he knew he was in for a world of fun. Living out a gay man’s dream of examining a pro athlete up close and personal. Little did he know that this was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Tucker like many had an interesting relationship with his body. While he was gay in his original body, Travis was certainly straight. So when they swapped he managed to keep the best of both worlds and became bi! Suddenly he learned to appreciate Taylor Swift for more than just her music. And when it was revealed Taylor didn’t swap and had called off her engagement with the swapped Travis (who found himself in a nerdy college student), Tucker knew he had to shoot his shot.

Ever since then a new engagement had been called on. Tucker and Taylor were closer than Travis ever was to her. Not only did Tucker worship the ground she walked on, but his experience as a gay fashion designer meant he had lots of designs that Taylor could afford to bring into existence.  Taylor also was eager to take advantage of her fiance’s bisexuality at any turn she could.

“Hurry up Tucker!” Taylor called. “I don’t want to be late for tonight’s party. I hear the guy in JJ Watt’s body is interested in some fun with us if we hurry.”

Tucker smiled, getting excited at the thought of being  pinned between a handsome man and beautiful woman tonight! Today was going to be the best Halloween yet. 

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The King of the Campus

Life for Benito had been a whirlwind of change ever since the Great Shift. Before he was Benito Juarez, a guy starting college, getting used to dorm life, and trying to make friends despite being painfully nerdy and shy. He wasn’t one to stand out in a crowd being only 5’1 and he hadn’t even had a chance to come out to anyone in college yet. Then the shift came along and gave him the body of a celebrity sharing the same name. Benito Skinner.

One look in the mirror and he knew everything was gonna be different.  He’d gone from basic college student to an actor who was playing a college student on famous shows! Not only that but he was now a 31 year old stud compared to his nerdy young self. Benito soon learned that having a 6’1 body with some chiseled muscles, could give just about anyone confidence. Being a foot taller made him feel like he was at the top of the world. He was looking other guys in the eyes now… very handsome and recently swapped guys! Before long he had actually started to talk with a few people and make friends! His handsome features certainly made him popular with men and women alike in his college. 

He knew that Halloween had to be the day where he tested his boundaries. Tonight was going to be the night where he tried to actually go to a Halloween party.

Looking in the mirror he wondered if the laurel wreath crown was too much… he wondered if people would get the costume he was going for! He worried that people would see him for the nerd he truly was beneath this new handsome body he now had.

But he steeled himself. He wasn’t just nerdy Benito anymore! He would come out of his shell and try something new!

And so he did!

That night Bentio became a legend. He was the life of the party and asked to join one of the frats on campus! Not only that, but he had his first kiss with a handsome guy at that party. Getting this new body in the shift was just what he needed to get the most from his college experience. And he couldn’t wait to see what the rest of college life was like now that he was finally having fun.

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The Last Avenger

Dylan was so mad at his friend! They agreed last year that they’d go to the next Halloween together as Captain America and Thor!  He even thought that after he ended up in Anthony Mackie’s body that his costume was gonna be perfect!

However, that wasn’t the case. While Dylan and many others were more than happy to try and live life normally with their new celebrity bodies, his friend Craig was different.

Both Dylan and Craig were lifelong friends. Growing up in a beat up slow town and being comic book geeks didn’t exactly make them popular, but they always had each other. After all as the only two Asian guys in a several city radius they already had a lot in common. Isolation was expected, and so was some bullying unfortunately. However, they pushed through it all and stayed strong, opening up a comic book store together by their mid 20s. Now in their 30s they’d made a close knit group of nerdy friends all eager to catch up after a year of being in new bodies! That is, all but Craig.

Craig had found himself in the body of Chris Hemsworth! But rather than using this new opportunity to reaffirm his nerdy love for Thor, he leaned in the opposite direction. 

Craig used Chris’ fame and reputation to throw extravagant and hot parties with only the sexiest people around. Every time Dylan tried to catch up with him, he’d always see another update of how Craig had his arms wrapped around another hot girl or hot guy. And now on Halloween he didn’t even respond to his messages about costumes or parties.

Personally Dylan blamed the new influences in his life. Like the guy that swapped into Liam Hemsworth. 

That dude was an immature party animal with no respect for women, men, or anyone else he was trying to use for fun. But as Craig would often reiterate, the guy was like family now and so he would follow his new little bro’s lead and party it up at exclusive parties that even other celeb bodies like Dylan weren’t invited to. 

Dylan was so distraught over this, but then he would turn and see his new boyfriend and smile. He was so glad he met Neal.

“Hey babe? Craig still not answering?” Neil asked.

“No… I think he won’t make it this year.” Dylan sighed.

“Babe… I’m sorry. I never got to know Craig like you did, but he sounded nice before all this. I guess certain bodies just bring out the worst in some people. I know you wish the Shift never happened so that your friend would still be around.” Neil sighed rubbing Dylan’s strong shoulder.

Dylan looked back at him sympathetically. “Sometimes I do. But at the end of the day I’m glad it did or else I wouldn’t have met you. You saved my life the first day we met! Things were so chaotic and there you were, my own personal Captain America there to save the day.”

“That’s how you remember it? Ha! I recall a handsome  man trying to get a group of people to safety after the shift, willing to risk his life in a busy street that inspired me to step in.” Neil replied kissing Dylan. “Look I know you wanted to go as Captain America and Thor this year with Craig… but how about we go to the party as two Captain Americas?”

Dylan smiled. “I think that would be awesome!”

[agmsye]

Hey buddy! I was excited to dress up for Halloween this year, but I didn’t have time to get a costume till now. Unfortunately all that’s available at the stores are XXL sized or bigger. Any chance you can help me get a costume that fits?

You're in luck my friend. I've got just the (Chronivac commisioned) solution for your problem.

I went ahead and did order one of those XXL sized costumes for you. You really can't go wrong with something like a classic Superman costume.

However you really should have a pregame brew at my place before heading off to your Halloween party. Take a big sip of Chronibrew and feel it run through your system. Feel that delicious potion run down your throat. Don't worry about the lump in your throat it gives you. It's just your Adam's apple swelling and giving you a good old foghorn boom of a voice. Can't have you pose as the Man of Steel with just any voice. Trust me, you'll barely be able to hold a conversation at the party over the sound of panties dropping.

The next bottle will hit even harder. As soon as that brew hits your stomach you'll find your clothes not fitting anymore. Far too small for a guy your height. Thinking an imposing height of just above 7 feet in height will fit nicely with what I have in mind. Nothing better than standing head and shoulders above everyone else when you're cosplaying a superhero. Though I gotta warn you, you'll really have to watch out for those doorframes. Better get used to ducking into rooms.

The last sip of the third bottle might be a bit unpleasant to swallow if I'm being honest. Not because it tastes bad, but as you finish sipping it, you'll find your crotch become more and more tightly packed. Each swig of Chronibrew adding another inch onto your cock and more heft to your balls. Honestly once you're finished I'm pretty sure the bottle might be less thick than the python you're packing. Though that fits nicely with the footlong soft size I had in mind for you. Top it off with a fat apple sized cock head that looks like it could knock down castle doors and I'm sure whoever you take home from that party will be in for the ride of a lifetime.

I'll leave you to figure out how much more beer you wanna drink after that. Because I don't wanna be the one to blame if the roughly 60 pounds of muscle you put on per bottle lead to any problems for you down the line. Just drink that stuff at your own discretion. Not really my fault if you insist on drinking 3 more bottles and end up well over 300 pounds of meat. Remember how we talked about you having to duck through doors? Well with shoulders as wide as yours, you might also wanna try and turn sideways to fit through. And you better get used to having your bulge and pecs enter the room well before you.

Well I've got good and bad news for you. Good news is that you now have a body that would Superman look small. Bad news is that there's no way in hell you're gonna fit into that XXL sized costume. Though I'm sure you'll figure something out.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Thanks for the awesome costume! Even if it doesn’t fit I think I got exactly what I want during this Spooky Season!

[maningup]

Breeding Inspiration

A/N: Hey guys here we finally have the new story it's a bit of a long one. Also it's a bit different than my normal fare also more sexually explicit. No worries though, because after writing this I'm ready to get back to more classic age progression stories. Top Row: Caden, Jesse, Thomas Bottom Row: Bryce, Oscar, Yusuf

The smell of alcohol permeated throughout the establishment. A mostly wooden building with sticky floors, amber lights, a pool table, and small groups of people having a good time. The long bar had fancy black metal stools with red seats, while the floor had round wooden tables and chairs, along with booths on the sides. The best a dive bar could do in a suburban area. Regardless, there was a true warmth that radiated from the people, their conversations, and their demeanor. A single burly woman manned the bar while a giant of a man by the door wore a simple black t-shirt that read ‘SECURITY’.  Two men entered, greeting them, one more eager than the other, clearly familiar with the two staff members. 

“They’re over here.” Caden said after he finished his ‘hello’s. Jesse strolled behind the other male. He hadn’t been expecting this place from Caden. Jesse was dressed in his signature  black leather jacket zipped up, blue jeans, and black boots. His short brown hair was perfectly cut, and facial stubble at his preferred length. The lights in the room only accentuated his tanned skin more. Sadly, he’d left his and Caden’s helmets tucked away inside his motorcycle’s case. The bar seemed perfect for him, Caden not so much. 

Caden was a bubbling ball of positive energy and friendliness. He had got off work and immediately invited Jesse out. A few weeks ago Jesse had strolled into town, unnerving everyone with his bad boy looks. He was looking for a job. There was a wife and two kids to feed, but no one was willing to hire him. As the story went, along came Caden, the sweet naive town florist offering Jesse a position in his shop. A funny sight, to see two men, one in spring pastel shirts appropriately, and the other in his leather jacket, both with apron’s wrapped around them. Caden wasn’t deaf though, he knew how people talked about Jesse behind the man’s back. They were sure he was going to chew Caden up and spit him out, maybe even steal from him.  He certainly had the face for it, but Caden never doubted him, not even for a minute. Then again Caden figured he was too adept to the town’s gossip having grown up there his whole life. 

Instead the best counteraction to rumors and speculation was to let the truth disinfect them. But there was no way people were going to see how good Jesse was if they didn’t give him a chance. Luckily, Caden had a solution for that too: Jesse needed to make friends and get a support group that wasn’t just Caden.

Caden wasn’t exactly sure how he came to hire Jesse specifically, his mind was hazy on the details. His mind was hazy on a lot. Often when it was Caden and Jesse in the shop, Jesse would talk about something, but Caden never remembered certain chunks of their conversations. Caden hoped it wasn’t because he was fantasizing that much. What was it called, maladaptive daydreaming? Caden didn’t need that in his life. Despite the pastels and the profession, Caden knew due his muscle size and even boxy face, he read as straight to people. Female clients made it quite obvious. Whether they were from out of town or not. Somehow the rumor mill never came to circulate around him. Caden wondered if he was too uninteresting, or the fact he’d never got a relationship to the point where he’d announce it in some dramatic fashion scandalizing the old foogies in town. The only people he ever told were his dad and friends. 

When Jesse came along it gave Caden something to fixate on, not just the man’s problems but his body too. Caden had recently been ghosted once again by a boyfriend. Man eye-candy was the least he deserved. He may have been willfully trusting, but just how he wasn't deaf,  he wasn’t blind either. Still to make things right Caden thought it only fair to introduce Jesse to his friends. He was sure whatever assumptions Jesse had made about him were being shattered as they walked through to the back end of the bar. Sitting at the last table was a group of men, opened beer bottles out, laughing before they noticed Caden and Jesse approaching.

The two men on the opposite ends of the circular table had their chairs pushed out. Their legs were splayed open, giving full view of their outfits. On the left, there was a blonde man with short hair. He was dressed in business attire or at least had been, his blazer and tie were thrown across the back of his chair. Currently, he sat with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow. The slate blue dress shirt was unfastened down to the fourth button, no T-shirt underneath, leaving a glimpse of his pecs on display.  There was a black belt with a silver buckle strapped around his waist that kept his gray slacks up, which led to the hint of his dark dress socks and black dress shoes.  On the right, there was a Turkish man dressed simpler. His black hair had more of a quiff and height to it, opposed to his blonde counterpart. His outfit was a tight short-sleeved black shirt with no logo that did nothing to hide his pecs pressing outward. A thin gold chain adorned his neck while a gold watch adorned his left wrist. Black jeans appeared to be his pants of choice.

In the center, sitting next to the Turkish man was a buff red-headed guy. More beefier than the rest, He too was dressed nice like the blonde except, his outfit more akin to a matured frat boy. His squarish jaw didn’t help with that image. But truthfully the polo shirt and khakis he was wearing sealed that image. The last guy, between the blonde and redhead was a Latino male, wearing a cowboy hat and a denim blue shirt. The only one who acknowledged Jesse with a tip of his hat. 

“Guys this is Jesse!” Caden exclaimed, walking up to the table. Any ice-cold gazes the two approaching were worried for, didn’t exist. The blonde hopped up first pulling Caden into a full body hug, followed by the Turkish guy. 

Then soon, the blonde extended his hand to Jesse. “Thomas. It’s Justin, right?  Great to talk to you in person.”

Jesse made a weird face, “It’s… Jesse actually.”

“You guys know each other?” Caden asked, watching them shake hands.

“Nah, I just called up the shop yesterday when I heard you were bringing your new employee to meet us.” Thomas winked, “Had to test the waters you know.”

Rolling his eyes Caden said, “Please, not that alpha male stuff again. If you wanna do a dick measuring contest, do it with Yusuf. ”

The Turkish man snickered, “He’d know he’d lose.”

Thomas arched an eyebrow, “Wanna bet?” He cupped his junk.

“Not in front of the new guy, hermanos.” The Latino man stood up and rubbed Thomas's shoulders. “Didn’t we say we were going to give Caden’s new friend a warm welcome.” He threw an arm around Thomas as they faced Jesse once again.

Embarrassment was too weak of a word to describe how Caden was feeling in the moment. Though as he stole a glance at Jesse he found a bemused smirk on his friend’s face. Caden laughed, Oh yeah, they were all going to get along. 

“Sorry about that,” Thomas stated. “I’m usually more level headed, but as you can see it can get competitive among us. It’s all the testosterone.”

“Speak for yourself,” Caden added.

“That so?” Yusuf leaned forward and lifted Caden’s shift for the group. “I count six abs here. If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to compete in the looks department.” huffing Caden put his shirt back down.

“Hey you’re,” Jesse spoke for the first time, a rich smooth voice leaving his lips. His statement went unfinished however as he pointed at the ring around Yusuf's finger. Slowly he turned, spotting the same glinting on all their fingers that even matched his own.

“All hitched,” Yusuf said, “And it looks like you are too, but no surprise there.” He got nudged in the side by the redhead next to him. “I didn’t mean anything, by it.” he said defensively. “This bastard next to me is Bryce. And the ass over there in the cowboy get up is Oscar.”

Caden was sure, Jesse was wondering, how a single gay man came to be friends with a bunch of straight married guys. Or maybe Jesse didn’t give a shit about that because soon enough Oscar, Bryce, and Yusuf had dragged him off for shots. Only him and Thomas were left at the table. Swiping up an unopened beer, and grabbing his own, Thomas passed the bottle to Caden. He Clinked their glass before taking a swig, Then he slinked himself over to a booth and beckoned for Caden to follow. Slipping in the booth opposite, Caden noticed they were out of view from the others. He opened his bottle.

“What’s going on with you man?” Thomas asked. “How long we've been friends, I can tell when something isn’t right.”

There was a few years difference between the two, Caden at 29, Thomas at 32 going on 33,  but they were like brothers. Thomas being the first person Caden ever came out to during high school even though Thomas was an upperclassmen. There was a deep bond between them that  Caden couldn’t deny when he stared into those deep trustworthy blue eyes. The other guys were great, Oscar at 34, Yusuf and Bryce at 36 and they all had their own special place in Caden's heart but there was something about Thomas. 

“I haven’t heard from him.” Caden admitted.

Thomas sighed as he sat back, he expected it. “Did you take him to meet your dad?” He shook his head, his eyes flitted over to the friends laughing at the bar before coming back. “Why am I asking? I know you did.” His attention came back in the booth as he put his hand over his mouth thinking.

“I know you said not to. You all did, but it’s not like my dad is homophobic. I’ve grown up with him my entire life. I guess he could be scaring guys off when I’m not around but that doesn’t seem like him. ”

Wiping his hand off his face,“Honestly, it’s not about your dad being homophobic or not. He’s just…” Thomas grunted seemingly choking down his words, “a lot to deal with.” 

“You get along fine with him.” Caden pouted, “All of you do.”

Thomas’s face tensed as he said the next part “None of us are dating you though. And I don’t mean your dad’s a lot in a bad way, but for a gay guy meeting him —

His speech was cut off by the sound of Caden crying. Thomas hushed immediately and scooched over to Caden’s side. Thomas wrapped his arm around Caden pulling him in as Caden’s head found its way to his chest to cry into.

“I really thought he was the one.” Caden admitted.

“I know, I know,” Thomas kissed his head and rubbed his back. The touch was enjoyable but Caden didn’t want to get too carried away. He could feel the weight of the ring on his back.

The crying male asked, “How’s Susan?” to squash any fantasies rising within him.

“She…and the baby are good.” Thomas said.

Lifting his head,still on Thomas’s chest, Caden said, “Baby? Again? Geezus Thomas.”

“Don’t blame me, for this one.” Thomas muttered, his face turning red.

“Oh? So I should blame Susuan,” Caden joked.

“No, it’s not her fault either. “Thomas defended. “The middle two are on us. The first and last are works of a horn dog.” Thomas said quietly, turning his face away from Caden.

Caden laughed, “Is that your sexual nickname in bed or something: Horndog?”

“Well would you look at these two,” Yusuf stood leaning one arm on the booth. The other guys crowded around, going “Ooooo”, while Jesse watched clearly confused. But Caden didn’t see anything else as Thomas wrapped his arms around Caden’s head pressing him in closer.

“Back, back you vultures,” Thomas said dramatically and through laughs, the other guys teased them both. Normal fair for the group. After a min the others gave up and Thomas released Caden’s head. Caden tried not to think about how good Thomas’s cologne mixed with his sweat was. His face had pressed into Thomas’s exposed skin and touched that solid muscle. He was hard as a rock.

Standing up he tried to hide his boner, “I need a drink.” 

As Caden walked away and the guys moved back to the table he heard Thomas whisper “Guys go easy on Caden this one really hurt him.”

“They always do,”  Bryce grunted. 

Caden ignored them and kept walking. He knew his love life was not ideal, especially compared to his married friends. Yet he always thought his relationships went well, but hell Caden wasn't perfect. He couldn’t even recall the names of his ex-partners. They came and went. He never thought he was that callous but that seemed to be the case. Even so it didn’t explain why his heart was in so much pain over it. He ordered a drink and then another.  Soon enough he was dancing in the bar, there wasn't a dance floor, but there was a jukebox. His friends tried to get him to sit down, but he didn’t want to. He got a call on his phone from his dad and told his friends he was going to take it outside. They let him go.

Outside the bar Caden struggled to answer his phone, but then he got the overwhelming urge to throw up.  He raced back inside to the bathroom lucky it was by the front door. He went to the cleanest stall, locked the door, then leaned over …as nothing happened. “I’m too fucked up.” Caden ended up sitting his ass on the toilet seat lid. The door to the bathroom opened as people walked in.

“So we're not going to talk about it. Because the shots didn’t help.” that was Jesse’s voice, Caden noted, as the footsteps made their way over to the urinals.

“There's no point.” Spoke Thomas, followed by the sound of his very expensive zipper coming undone.

"Ah Thomas, let him vent," Oscar’s thick voice resounded in the bathroom. Caden was drunk enough to think he could dive into that accent.  “We usually meet up without Caden and share it with the new guy but go on. Wait, let's make sure the coast is clear.”

Lifting his legs Caden laughed, thinking he was going to hear a secret, known only to his friends. He put a finger on his lips telling himself to be quiet.

“We’re good.” Oscar shouted.

"I don't see why we can't tell Caden." Jesse said.

"He won't notice, he never notices. and he always spaces out." Thomas answered .”I’m sure you’ve probably already tried multiple times, how’d that work out?”

"I have two kids and a mortgage. I need answers." Jesse stressed the last part.

“TWO?” Oscar sucked his teeth.”You must have been loved.”

"All I'm saying is to undo it."

"That's your problem junior, you think this is Caden’s fault, it's not."  Oscar’s voice moved away from the stalls.

"Huh?"

"It's more your fault than his. Then there’s another person who can be blamed and it’s not Caden." Thomas walked over to wash his hands. “Look. I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to me and I saw it for myself.” Jesse joined the other two at the sinks, another faucet running.

 Come to my house tomorrow like we planned and everything will be explained.” Thomas patted Jesse’s shoulder. The three men stepped out, leaving Caden lost as to what he had just heard.

— Salvino household

Jesse arrived at the large brick house as he had promised. 11 in the morning, though rising early wasn't really an issue for him these days. The walkway leading up to the house was freshly swept, adorned with a neatly trimmed row of bushes on each side. Two small trees pruned to perfection matched the bushes. On the front side of the house lay an arrangement of colorful flower beds. A smile crossed Jesse's lips knowing exactly who planted it. He rang the doorbell as Thomas appeared in an outfit similar to yesterday’s outing, “Come on in, the others are in the living room.”  Jesse studied the pictures of the family man along the wall, his beautiful wife, and four children. The house reflected a quaint, sweet kind of life that Jesse wasn’t used to. 

Stepping into the living room, showed Bryce, Oscar, and Yusuf, sitting on the sofa and chairs, with the latter two playing cards. Toys were brushed to one side of the living room, while a baby monitor rested on the mantle. Bryce sat apart from them in an armchair, cigar in one and a glass of whiskey in the other. 

“Want one?” Bryce  asked,” The wife and kids aren’t around.” 

“I’ll settle for some answers for now, thanks.” Jesse popped a squat letting his long legs enjoy the spacious area.

“Well then no need to waste,” Thomas walked in, placing party wings, pizza boxes, and plates on the coffee table. Hands tore open the boxes dropping slices and wings onto plates. Even Jesse wasn't immune to the smell of buffalo wings and found himself on plate two before Thomas began talking.

“I grew up with Caden. I’ve known him longer than anyone else here. I know exactly when this problem started.”

—---

Tommy Salvino

Tommy Salvino was in love with his best friend Caden Evans. Growing up in a rural area of their town made it really hard for him to understand that. Tommy and Caden were both farm boys and neighbors. Though the term ‘neighbors’ was quite loose with how far they’d have to walk to see each other. But the boys frequently made the treks to hang out. Tommy had a gift with animals and Caden excelled at crops. Their farms had both, but it was clear the two were a match made in heaven. However the term ‘gay’ never really came up for Tommy. Sure he’d hear it on the school bus or thrown around during school, but that didn’t spark his interest. Not much in those four walls did. Tommy had been very aware that he was not blessed in academics. He was the common dumb farm boy type who didn’t know anything.  If it didn't involve some kind of physicality, Tommy wouldn’t perform well.

But then there was Caden Evans, a farm boy, and Tommy’s best friend, whose eyes lit up at school. He loved using the library to borrow books about plants. Tommy would be out playing by himself and often find Caden hunched on a large boulder reading. Of course that meant Tommy had to pester him until Caden read the book aloud. Words and phrases Tommy never heard before slid out of Caden’s mouth like butter. Tommy could lay in the shade cast by the trees from the afternoon sun, enjoying the reading. Caden’s insistence on learning about plants he never heard of, should have been the first inkling the boys were different. But Tommy didn’t see it at the time. Caden had a desire and passion to learn more and be curious. Tommy was content to live in his world unchallenged.

 The day it clicked for Tommy for how Caden came to be was astounding. Not the first, second, or even third time, but during one of his visits Tommy saw Caden’s parents, Mr. & Mrs. Evans, working together. Mr. Evans was very much an outdoorsy hands dirty kind of guy. His wife however, kept the place spotless, and even at neighbors houses she’d get restless if she didn’t clean up a mess. They got married young so no doubt they drove each other up a wall with their quirks. Mrs. Evans was a real doer and thinker; she'd talk about a new skill she’d want to learn and then just do it. She didn’t know how to sow when the boys were little, but by the time they were in high school she was the seamstress for clothing repairs.

That very ‘I want to know something & learn about ’ attitude is why Caden probably even  searched up the term ‘gay’. People weren’t clamoring for the internet where they live but Caden was different. He had to know what gay meant because he was afraid he was. Turns out it was true. Tommy was the first person Caden came to, at Old Miria Lake.

The stars were out by then, fireflies glowing ever so faintly as the boys sat under a tree overlooking the lake. The boy’s figures were almost pure silhouettes simply overcasted by dark blue hues. They needed to head home soon.

“I don’t care if you like boys. I like you just the way you are. Guess that makes me gay too.” Tommy said.

“It’s not that kind of like.”Caden laughed. Tommy had a warm heart set ablaze the whole time their conversation had been going, He could have stared into Caden’s green eyes until the sun rose again. But he wasn’t a master of putting words together like legos, no he was a doer. So before his Ma called across the field, Tommy leaned over in the dark and kissed Caden.

“Is it that, kind of like?” 

There were no more kisses that night, but there was no longer any denying it. Caden and Tommy were a match, even if it had been something their parents had been willfully ignorant of, the kiss broke the dam. The boys couldn’t keep their affection from each other on the farms: small touches, lingering eyes, and secret whispers. The pair was a match born to be together. 

Then a major change came when the boys turned 18. Mrs. Evans wanted a divorce from her husband. In her own words, she never really took to farming, but still wanted to explore other things. Caden decided to stay with his dad. He loved his mom, but he was sure his dad would need him more. Though he did express being excited to leave town to go visit his mother across the country when he got the chance. 

After Mrs. Evans left there was a subtle change. Mr. Evans didn’t have a major downfall or spiral into depression, but something was different. Tommy had been visiting the Evans' since he was a boy but now as a young man he was noticing Mr. Evans. It started with the smell. Nothing bad, but a woodsy-piney tone radiated off the man at all times. In the years before, Tommy had certainly caught small hints but assumed it was a cologne. However when Mr. Evans would stop by Caden’s room, leaning on the door frame when the boys were playing video games, it was hard to deny the source.

“What would you boys like for dinner?” Mr. Evans would ask. 

Tommy’s mind would go blank, as the smell from Mr. Evans would pierce his nose. Caden unaware would answer for them both. The only thought in Tommy’s head: Mr. Evan’s smelled like a man. The young man had no idea what that thought even meant but he felt it to be true. Until then he had never once thought of Mr. Evans as attractive, as Tommy’s mind had solely been on Caden. But after the divorce, Tommy was more floored with how he had not seen Mr. Evans as an older hunkier and straighter version of Caden from the beginning. Then there’d be days the man would get done working on the farm and his smell filtered through the house.  Coming back from school and joining the Evans for dinner the smell would assault Tommy and give him no escape. 

He began to think about Mr. Evans, fantasizing about him. In school, at home, with Caden. They started innocently enough, this was the father of the guy he loved. It was easy to imagine Caden growing to look like his dad. The thoughts soon devolved into how did Mr. Evans look naked, how did he fuck naked, was he plowing women out on the field? Those thoughts kept Tommy and his cock up at night. His mind would hone in on the image of Mr. Evans grinding his hips into a woman. How effortlessly he could get her pregnant and how quickly he’d make Caden a big brother. They were fucked up but Tommy couldn’t shake them. The only life raft he had was Caden. For some reason, it became easier to stay focused around Caden even if the thoughts didn’t.

“What’d ya mean smells? Is it really bad?” Caden said unlocking the door to his house, Tommy right behind him. The first and last time Tommy would bring this subject up to his boyfriend.

“It’s not a bad smell,” Tommy sighed, unsure how to explain it properly. Stepping into the house, Mr. Evans' smell was deep within his nose. “It’s just really obvious it’s your dad’s scent.” Caden took whiff standing only a few feet in front of Tommy, with no changing expression on his face.

“Must be because I live here, my nose is blocking it out.”Caden said walking into the kitchen. “I’ll tell him he’s sweating too much. He’s started walking around in his boxers, when he’s relaxing, probably only making it worse.”

“Um, are we sure your dad isn’t depressed?” Tommy asked if only to ignore his cock twitch from the last statement. 

Turned out, the new divorcee was enjoying going back to a bachelor life to some degree. No need for him to overcare when it was just him and the boys. “Oh trust me, I’ve been eyeing him like a hawk for any hints.” Caden shouted back. “But stinking up the place can be a sign too, so showers it is.” 

When Mr. Evans was sweating; the scent always had an extra layer of heat and iron. So cleaning wasn’t the solution, but that was hard to explain to Caden.  Unfortunately, Tommy would run into Mr. Evans' after his first shower the next morning, post a talk with Caden. Steam exited the bathroom behind the man, a towel wrapped around his waist. His dark brown hair was matted down to his head, slick with remnants of his shower. He looked more youthful like Caden, and Tommy's cock almost tore through his underwear. Terrible since that was the only thing he was wearing for pajamas.  The major facial difference was Caden had pale green eyes compared to Mr. Evans' hard forest green eyes and his beard. As for the body, muscle mass of course, but the father had some slight hair on his pecs and forearms whereas Caden was hairless. Mr. Evans' scent danced into Tommy’s nose, a soapy-pine smell now.  The dad made some joke and all Tommy  focused on was the way the man’s pecs bounced as he laughed.

“This must be how he cleans up after he fucks women,” Tommy’s mind blared.

Excusing himself, Mr. Evans walked off as Tommy watched his powerful back and hidden thick ass disappear.  Tommy finally walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He had already begun relieving himself, enjoying the clean pine, when he spotted something on the floor in the corner of his eye. There, laying down next to a bath mat was a pair of Mr. Evans' discarded boxers. Tommy had visited and had enough sleepovers to know that Caden and he wore boxer briefs. When he thought about Caden’s bubble butt and bulge the boxer briefs were perfect for that, but for a man like Mr. Evans' he needed something else. He thought against it, but in the end Tommy had to snatch up those boxers. He gave a big huff on the front and back. All he could smell was wood and pine. Suddenly Tommy didn’t feel like he was standing in the bathroom. He was outside lost deep within the woods behind leaves and bark wandering. All of it was marked by Mr. Evans’ scent, just like the house, a forest of Mr. Evans. As the young man moved about the trees he knew this was no ordinary place. The moans of women in pleasure alongside Mr. Evans' grunts rang out in the distance and every spec of the foliage, from the tree bark to the leaves under his feet were tainted by the man. This is what it was like to explore Mr. Evans' body, his face, his torso, his ass, his pubes and get lost in it.

And as fast as he was transported Tommy was back, or rather he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. He saw a glint of his own eye poking out from underneath Mr. Evans boxers. Had he gone anywhere or was he that into Mr. Evans? Slowly he pulled down the boxers from off his face, embarrassed. As the fabric fell away Tommy was shocked to find his face was different, not drastically so, but there was a sharp edge to his jawline. His eyebrows were also thicker.”What the..? “ Tracing his eyebrow as he stepped closer to the mirror, boxers still clenched in his hand, he caught sight of his forearms. There were hairs growing there. He had been hairless before but now it was also his legs and even a patch on his chest. A quick pluck only proved the hair was all indeed real. Then there were his feet that appeared stretched out to a bigger size. That’s when Tommy noted, the new feet weren’t there for show, he was standing taller. His cock was sagging in his black boxer briefs like a proper lump. Tommy cupped it and jostled it, all around playing with it, balls adding and extra heft. Lastly, his ass also packed on some pounds with a nice plumped roundness. 

Tommy smirked, and his reflection showed off the smile. The young man had to admit his new look reminded himself of Mr. Evans, not in the exact physical way Caden did, but the swagger, how this new body carried itself. That look in the mirror for one was not of happiness, but cockiness and arrogance. Even the way he was now leaning over, hand gripping the sides of the sink, carried a new confidence. Then back to the physical, though blonde, the body hair was definitely in line with Mr. Evans’ and Tommy wondered if his cock was too. An image of Mr. Evans fucking a woman flashed in his mind. His dick throbbed in response. The image shifted. Now Tommy was fucking the lady. His eyes snapped open. That wasn’t right.

He used the bathroom then retreated back to his safe space: Caden’s room. He quickly shoved the boxer’s into his bag near Caden’s bed then hopped back in, pulling Caden's arm around him again.  He closed his eyes wishing for sleep.

“Do I smell too?” Caden had asked last night after bringing up Mr. Evans.

Tommy had to think about it and even leaned over to sniff at this boyfriend’s neck. There it was. “You do but it’s… like dirt and fruity?”

Caden paused the game, raising an eyebrow, “Didn’t expect a farm boy and gay joke from you.” he nudged Tommy.

“No, it's hard to put into words.” Tommy shook his head. If only he was smarter like Caden he could have shared what he meant. If Mr. Evans was a forest. Caden was like coming across berry bushes. It complimented his father’s but there was no doubt which one was more domineering. Being lost in Mr. Evans' scent, no matter how alluring, was oppressive even if unintentionally so and gave nothing in return. Caden smell was akin to encountering a lifeline after being starved, out in the wild. Mr Evans and his scent were so easy to desire but it would never give Tommy anything of substance, it couldn’t. And yet Tommy found himself wanting to emulate the man anyway. Who could blame him though? The man nutted and literally created the best human on earth, Caden, the love of Tommy’s life. 

“And if he fucked a girl maybe he could do the same thing again.” An intrusive thought rammed its way into Tommy’s head,  making him snap his eyes open.  He turned in bed, facing Caden and nuzzled into his love more. Caden half asleep held him tighter and Tommy fell asleep with a smile. 

When Tommy woke up the first thing he noticed was Caden wasn’t in bed. He leaned up, Caden was fiddling with something on the ground in front of the bed. The second thing he remembered were the boxers he smuggled. He stood abruptly as Caden turned to him also in his boxers. It was then Tommy realized the young man was on one knee with a small velvet box in hand. 

“I know we’re y-young,” Caden’s voice faltered, “And this doesn’t have to mean forever or that we’ll go through with it. But I think I’d regret every day of my life not proposing to you. Tommy Salvino, will you marry me?”

Tommy was speechless. Two dudes in their underwear, one making a heartfelt confession. Damn did he love him some Caden. “ Fuck Yes!” Tommy shouted with a deep voice, no time to react as Caden was up and locking their lips. Caden placed the simple gold ring on. Their two heads had to lean in to kiss each other as Tommy was now approaching 6 ft. Off putting to Tommy but not as off putting as him thinking about all the girls he was going to screw to celebrate. He was sure he could get some cheerleader tits bouncing on his cock as a celebration fuck. Pulling away from Caden, Tommy tried to get a hold on himself , but he couldn't; he wanted to bury his cock in some pussy immediately. Let the ladies know he was getting hitched.

“Caden, doesn’t anything seem weird to you?” he asked 

“The only thing weird is how much I want to fuck you right now. I didn’t think about this lightly but you, the man I want to spend my life with, have kids with. And to be honest.” Caden slid his underwear down, his hard cock leaking precum. “I wouldn’t mind trying to have a baby right now.” Caden’s lips were on Tommy’s pushing the taller male back onto the bed. Tommy bought into the kiss for a bit before he flipped Caden on to the bed. No idea why he did it, but the idea of making a baby was hot. That was what Mr. Evans had done and Tommy was sure he could do it too. He began to take charge leading the kiss, taking off his own underwear and opening Caden’s legs wider.  A bit of lube and soon his cock found its way into Caden’s ass. Tommy’s hips began pounding, grinding the way he was sure Mr. Evans and other straight guys fucked. Caden’s eyes were closed so Tommy took the opportunity to retrieve Mr. Evans' boxers and started huffing them. His body responded immediately, growing in size. Every slap of skin gave his hips more power as his butt pushed out, and his biceps firmed holding up Caden’s legs.Tommy was only getting larger and hairier as time ticked on. The image of some busty blonde tried to overtake the sight of Caden getting fucked. Tommy shook his head, to get rid of it but the illusion was fighting back. Still Tommy had not released Mr. Evans’ boxers. Why would he look at some girl when he could do something better? He put the boxers on his head burying himself in the concentrated scent source. Heavy balls and cock that once housed Caden. Tommy came immediately, “Get pregnant!” His cum poured into Caden’s ass, knowing he could easily knock a girl up with his load, then collapsed on Caden with a thud.

The two laid there only for a moment as it was Caden who broke the silence with, “I can’t believe you’re into that like me.” He flipped back around him on top. “Are these yours too?”

 He touched the boxers hiding most of Tommy’s face, only a small portion and an eye were viewable through the fly slit. Caden opened up Tommy’s legs until they were ass to crotch. “I got a breeding kink too and right now. I can’t think of anything other than how hot it’d be to put my kids inside you.” Caden’s cock poked at the suddenly larger, and  tighter ass but easily nudged his way inside as Tommy threw his head back. Caden began gently, whispering to Tommy sweet and horny nothings. “It’s so good inside you. Gonna get you pregnant like how you just did to me. I want you to be full of my kids.” Caden’s hips started going faster.

Guys couldn’t get other guys pregnant. A simple fact of life. But then why was Tommy, having his ass opened and pounded, beginning to doubt that? Caden was speaking of how much he wanted to have a baby with Tommy. He wanted their first to be a boy just as beautiful and handsome as Tommy was. Tommy’s cock was stuck between their abdomen hard as a rock listening to it all. Mr. Evans' boxers on his face and Caden’s dick up his ass was an overwhelming combo. Though Tommy’s ass didn’t seem pleased at the intrusion, it earnesty attempted to milk Caden’s cock. Caden lifted Tommy's hand with the ring and kissed it passionately multiple times.  Reaching down, Caden tore at the boxers, his hips still pumping, as he freed Tommy’s head. The lovers locked lips as Tommy’s cock began to spew and his ass spasmed the best orgasm of his life. His pulsating ass must have been the final nail as Caden began to dump what felt like gallons of cum inside him. Tommy reached for his newly gifted abs, as they faded with the cum pilling into him.  His attention was stolen away by Caden kissing him “Consider yourself successfully bred.” Then the two collapsed for good smiling and curled up in each other.

—

Salvino household - Present Day 

“The next morning I woke up next to my wife, Susan. I was 22 studying to be a lawyer and we had a kid together. A boy, his name is Dimitiri, which is a name Caden had expressed wanting if we ever had kids.” Thomas rubbed his forehead.” It’s strange because on one hand I know Caden was my fiancee and we lived all those years growing up together. On the other hand I can’t imagine having ever been gay. Caden’s been more like a brother to me in this life.”

Yusuf snickered, “Yeah a brother who you’d like to ride again, which we know your “straight” ass has done—- “

“Maybe,” Thomas cut his friend off, “ We should let someone else go and not harp on me.”

Jesse sat stunned, buffalo wing half devoured in his mouth,”That was…sad as fuck, man.”

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck laughing, “Don’t feel sorry for me. I got the hottest wife here,”  which earned him several eyerolls, but only two scoffs of disgust. “And I got to keep Caden’s engagement ring.” He held up a gold ring that was twisted around, “Though it’s my wedding ring now.” What was once a simple band described in Thomas’ story now had a twisted design of metal wrapping around itself. The lawyer slipped it off, holding it in the air. “Our boy had the inside engraved for me, some of it is lost in this new form but I get the gist. Doubt my wife put it there.” 

“Yeah, lovey dovey and shit,” Bryce cut in. He turned to Jesse, “Dude, half of our stories aren’t nearly as dramatic as all that.” He leaned in, “Now tell me new guy, which part of that story turned you on the most? Don’t think too hard.” He winked with a smug grin. There was only one answer.

Had Jesse been who he was before there would be no doubt Mr. Evans by a long shot. He too remembered meeting that man for the first time—--

“What’s your answer?” Bryce demanded. 

“Thomas fucking the girl obviously,” The corners of Jesse’s lips turned upright, unable to deny his truth,  “I mean, when you started on about the girl and Caden my cock responded.”

“Fucking knew it,” Bryce chuckled, leaning back. “Hard to hide that,” He kicked his shoe toward  a very large boner outline in Jesse’s jeans.”Ready to take a dude’s eye out.”

Jesse looked down as his dick twitched. He tried to cover it but Oscar reached over, removing his hands and said “Hey, no need to hide it. Nothing we don’t have. Besides, it's not like anyone here wants it, no matter how impressive it might be.”

“Guess that’s Mr. Evans' fault?” Jesse added.”Is that what you were trying to tell me last night? But he’s a guy just like us, why can’t we ask him to undo whatever this is?”

“You’re kinda dense,” Bryce added. He angrily snatched the cigar out his mouth. “You think we haven’t tried that. Where in Thomas’ story did you ever hear him say Mr. Evans purposefully changed him?”

“I know, but he still did it.” Jesse shot back, ”Why is it believable to think he can undo it?” He lifted a hand and cracked his knuckles, “And if he doesn’t want to listen, there's five of us and one of him.”

“Alright,” Bryce rested his cigar in an ashtray, ”Let me give you a dose of reality. I think the reason you make me so angry is that you kinda remind me of myself. Maybe my story might serve as an early wake up call.”

Thomas began to speak up “Bryce I don’t know if he…”

Bryce waved his friend off. ”No Blondie, since our new friend thinks he’s the expert. Let me share something with him. My own personal fuck up.”

—

Brandon Macintyre

Brandon Macintyre hated being around people. They were loud and noisy. Originally, he only joined the art program in high school because the separate department allowed him isolation from the rowdy cafeteria of smelly high school boys. One of the downfalls of attending an ALL boys school. Brandon had been prime material for teen boys, especially the jocks, to ridicule. His short 5’5 and lean frame made him stick out like a sore thumb, but his red hair and glasses were the focal point for teasing. He had big ears that stuck out on the side of his head, and a face littered with freckles. The art program however became more than an escape. Brandon found he actually liked doing art and was pretty good at it. They worked through many mediums but Brandon loved the traditional feeling of a pencil on paper.

Then came college and Brandon hadn’t changed that much, but he didn’t have to waste time on other classes outside of his focus. He could mind his own business undisturbed by anyone. Junior year came easily that way, peaceful and undisturbed. One morning, he was sketching the row team out on the practice field. He heard sniffling, and turned his head away from the window. Sitting a few tables from him was a kid he’d seen in some of his freshman art classes Caden…something.  Back then the kid was more interested in learning to draw plants and flowers, and sucked at it, than adhering to most lessons. Brandon didn't want any of that energy to wash off on him so he stood up, grabbing his sketchbook. There was a crash as Brandon got knocked on his ass.  Old torn pages in his book went flying out.

“I’m so sorry. I was going to introduce myself, didn’t think you’d stand up so quickly.” The strange boy squatted to help gather scattered pieces of the sketchbook. Bradon tried to snatch it up, but was too late. Caden held a handful of drawings dedicated to some of the most dedicated male college athletes. Close ups of their bodies in stretches, warm ups, or even in action. Brandon had captured stoned determined looks, happy smiles of camradire, or complete exhaustion. If Brandon tried to snatch away the pages now, it’d be pointless. Caden was built more like the athletes on the field, no way would Brandon’s thin arms be able to wrestle anything away. All he could do was wait for embarrassment and ridicule. High school all over again.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Caden said in awe, flipping through sketch pages, handing each one back to Brandon. 

There was quiet. Brandon knew teachers loved his work, but never thought another classmate, especially a male would too. One glance through Brandon’s personal sketches showed he was interested in drawing one subject above all. The young man had been so careful to not show it off. He could draw one or two here and there publicly, but if people found out it was a whole book and even more back in his dorm? His life would be over. Brandon knew he was gay before the moment he first struck up a pencil. Unlike his body where everything inadequate about him was on display, his personal art was a secret. The one place he could express his sexuality unfettered. It had gone so well until Caden Evans.

“You know, I see you here everyday, when I walk over for breakfast and I think: What’s he drawing?” Caden gave even more compliments as he helped Brandon stand up.

As a personal loner, Brandon wasn’t sure what to say next, but he knew the polite thing to do was to thank Caden and inquire about him. Though Brandon didn’t talk to people he certainly observed them alot, and he noted Caden’s eyes had a tinge of red, with streaks on his cheeks. 

“Were you crying?”

“Oh,” Caden began to wipe his face. “Sorry about that, I think my boyfriend dumped me.”

“You think?” Brandon said, shoving papers back in his sketchbook. Wait, did he say boyfriend? Caden was like him.

“To be fair I guess he wasn’t my actual boyfriend, just a guy I was seeing. Wasn’t ready to get into anything serious after my last breakup.” Caden laughed like he was relieving his stress with it.

It’d be the very first conversation the two boys would have that started their friendship. The two didn’t hop into it though. Brandon would suddenly find Caden sitting with him for morning sketches and he didn’t hate it. Another presence was actually nice and also someone who knew he was gay with no judgement. Brandon heard stories about how Caden grew up all alone in a rural area as the only gay kid. His parents were supportive, but no one really got him and their divorce didn’t help either.Thankfully, he could rely on his best friend Thomas Salvino, but the dude was a bit older. And though Caden talked about how smart the Thomas guy was, Brandon listened closely, sounded like the guy had a weakness for thinking with his dick. According to Caden Thomas was very attractive and found it hard to pry away girls. Brandon was sure that’s probably why he was married at 22. Caden said it was love, but Brandon couldn’t believe it, though he kept that part to himself. 

When Brandon finally saw a picture of Thomas, he was stunned. The guy wasn’t just attractive, he was drop dead gorgeous; body of a jock, standing at 6 '4 with the face of a model. His dress clothes were drawn tightly across his body. Caden had said Thomas was a farm boy too and though the body was probably a testament, it was hard to envision with his clean look and dazzling white teeth. The photo was from Caden’s high school graduation, and since there was a 4 year age difference it was the 22 year old version of Thomas who had knocked up his fiancee. There were a few shots of her too. The two had just had a child and here she was pregnant with Thomas’ big baby a second time. Brandon scrolled through Caden’s  phone and once the initial shock wore off, he could enjoy how adorable Caden looked in his graduation robes. There were countless photos with Thomas even outside of the graduation, then there were pictures of the farm itself. Brandon came to a stop at one, side profile of a shirtless guy in jeans, body and looks rivaling Thomas, dark brown skin with jet black hair. 

“Who’s this?” Bryce asked.

“Oh that’s Oscar, our town vet.” Caden stated. “I was really lucky to get that shot.”

“Doesn’t look like any vet I’ve seen.”

“He wasn’t working that day. Sometimes he likes to come in and ride the horses, or just visit them,” Caden added. “And I know he looks older here, but he’s only 26.”

There must have been a look on his face because Caden quickly countered, “Before you ask, he's married and straight. Trust me I know.” Caden sighed, “He’s like a big brother that gets into mischief. He deleted all the pictures I have of my dad off my phone as a prank, but claimed it was because I couldn’t have pictures of anyone as hot as him.”

After learning this, Brandon wanted to share things about himself, his life and his friends. There was nothing to share however. Brandon had spent so long cooping himself up to protect his peace he never forged relationships. He didn't go places, he didn’t know people. His parents loved him and supported his art, they knew their son was gay but Brandon had never once tried to rely on them or burden them with his problems. Caden was a gay kid from a rural area and had the support of friends and family. Brandon wanted that, he wanted to be as happy as Caden. He wanted to be happy with Caden. The guys in Caden’s photos were hot, but Caden was here, very real, and good looking.  A spark of love was born.

From there, Brandon made an effort to be a bit more open and sociable with Caden. They started visiting each other's dorms, exploring the town. In turn, Caden helped introduce Brandon to more people and make friends across campus. Caden got Brandon out jogging which he was only willing to do to see Caden’s ass.  During quiet intimate moments together, when Caden would be studying and Brandon drawing in either of their dorms, Bradon would make an effort to ask questions. He didn’t want to just be told everything, he wanted to show he was invested in learning about Caden.

“Why were you taking art classes freshman year, you clearly like plants?” Brandon tapped on his sketchbook.

Caden stuck his head out of his botany textbook “I do, but I’m not sure If I want to stay on the farm, but I’d love to keep working with plants. I was thinking I could major in Public Horticulture.”

“Ah okay,” Brandon kept tapping. He didn’t like talking before he met Caden, but if he wanted to talk these days his mouth went dry and his heart beat rapidly if he even thought his next words might be stupid.

“Did you want to ask something else,” Caden continued, head up and eyes squinting, clearly annoyed at the tapping pencil.

“DOYOUWANNAGOONADATE?!” Brandon breathed rapidly. There he said it. It was out in the open now. Caden was quiet for a moment before standing up and walking over to Brandon.

“Ya know, I do love these cute ears of yours.” Caden slightly tugged on both the ears pulling them up and down. Then he kissed Brandon’s cheek, “Now, please stop tapping so I can study.”

The two began dating and it was everything Brandon ever dreamed of. Caden was nice, compassionate, and had a really niche interest that Brandon barely understood. The idea of dating another boy had been such an impossible concept that the reality was blowing his mind. Brandon was happier, healthier, making friends, participating in physical activity.  How much life had been missed being afraid?  Brandon invited Caden to his house for the spring and summer breaks. His parents adored Caden, who wouldn’t? Caden talked about his mom, his dad and their farm. Senior year came, and they could room together, but it wasn’t until spring break approached that Brandon asked the one question on his mind.

“How come you haven’t invited me to your farm?” The two had been laying in bed simply just enjoying the warmth, when Brandon blurted it out. 

Caden’s body froze, “Is that weird?”

“I mean we graduate in May and I haven’t even met your dad.”  Brandon thought about it, I don’t think I've seen a picture of him before either.”

Caressing his boyfriend's face Caden said,  “It’s not that big of a deal. It's just, my last boyfriend broke up with me because of my dad and I didn’t want to risk it.

“What did he do?” Brandon shivered.

“Nothing, from what I can tell. Thomas and Oscar think my dad’s just an intimidating guy and scares them away but…”

“But?” Brandon pried for more.

Caden sighed, “It’s stupid, but I can’t even remember my ex’s name. He deleted his number from my phone. Guess my ex dropped out and told his roommate not to tell me where he went. Though the guy swore he lived alone.” Caden grabbed his forehead. “My head gets so buzzy just thinking about it.” He pulled Brandon in closer, “Anyways, Thomas and Oscar said I shouldn’t let anyone meet my dad unless I’m serious about them.”

“Are you serious about us?” Brandon asked nervously.

“Yeah,” A small smile formed on Caden’s lips, “I am.”

Brandon Macintyre had a hard lesson to learn: He was a city kid, not a farm boy. The long drive out to Caden’s house, after the endless flight had him in a daze. In his head he had romanticized the idea of waking up on a farm with his boyfriend, and the fresh smell of grass. 

Every inch down the winding road, stripped that fantasy from him, dust kicking up into the air from the car tires. However a new fantasy would quickly take its place. Standing on a ladder was a man in jeans and flannel hammering away on the house siding. Caden parked his truck as the man turned around and climbed down. Brandon exited the car, mouth agape, as the man turned around. An older Caden was walking towards them except he was beefier, and his shirt was completely open showing off his chest hair. On sight Caden thought, “This guy fucks women.”  which was obvious as he was Caden’s dad, but there was something else undeniable in the statement. Brandon knew one could not gauge sexuality based on appearance but not for Mr. Evans it was beyond clear. The way he walked towards him, how he wiped his hands on a handkerchief in his pocket, the sound of his large footsteps on the dry dirt road.

“There’s my smart boy!” Mr. Evans not only hugged his son, he lifted him up. The man was a good 6’6 compared to Caden 5’10. “About to be college educated.” A hint of his cologne brushed against Brandon’s nose. 

“I still have to pass finals and graduate, dad.”

“Who, you?”Mr. Evan sucked his teeth, waving a hand dismissively, “Those teachers won’t know what hit him.”  He rested his hands on his hips shifting his weight to one side. Brandon’s eyes transfixed on the bulge shifting along with it. 

“And is this your boyfriend? Put it there pal!” He stuck out his hand, Brandon shook. A nice solid grasp, even if Brandon felt like he had the hands of a child in the moment. “I hear you’re quite the artist. My boy won’t stop typing about you!”

“Daddddd.” Caden groaned, throwing his head back.

“Hey it’s all good, champ. Embarrassing you is one of my rights as a dad.” He laughed before  spotting their luggage in the back. “I'm finished out here. Caden, give Brandon a tour and let me bring your bags inside.” Brandon was going to protest but Caden rested a hand on his shoulder with a head shake, it’d be futile. He followed Caden into the house. The moment he entered the young man was overtaken with Mr. Evans’ cologne. Made it seem he was everywhere in the room. 

Brandon covered his nose, “Do you think your dad went too hard with the spray?” he joked.

“What spray?” Caden turned around fine.

“You don’t smell that?” Brandon asked slowly, putting his arm down, the scent less aggressive. "Smells like pine cones and bark like when you take me hiking.” As Brandon said it, he realized it made no sense. The farm was an open plain, there were woods behind the house, but the smell was incongruent with the placement. The house itself certainly looked like a single bachelor pad, even if on the cleaner end. Caden walked him around the house pointing out all the rooms. The aroma was everywhere. 

 Mr. Evans came in effortlessly carrying the suitcases. Brandon turned and he knew at that moment the smell was Mr. Evans. The man brought their suitcase to the foot of the stairs then stripped down to his boxers. He paused mid way when he caught Brandon staring. “I hope my son told you, I don’t wear clothes in the house, too much dirt tracking in.”

Brandon could only nod. Caden had said that, but Brandon never thought Mr. Evans would be so brazen in showing his body with a guest. Brandon had only recently started to like his body thanks to putting on some muscle with Caden’s influence, but he still wouldn’t show it off to anyone except his boyfriend. He had to admit though there was something powerful in watching Mr. Evans do it. Then, the wall of muscle that claimed to be a man walked away ass going up and down with each step. A stronger allure of Mr. Evans rolled right off his body and into Brandon’s nose as they passed.

“Now that’s how a man walks.” Brandon thought. That straight ass was hypnotic. It should have been a crime for it to be so thick and juicy. The curvature was so prominent, it had to be the first thing anyone would notice. Brandon was only saved by Caden walking them both to his room up the stairs. Dragging his suitcase, Brandon tried not to think of how Mr. Evans had lifted it without a thought. 

Stepping into Caden’s room was a breath of fresh air, the oppressive scent on Brandon’s nose became lighter. Brandon dropped his bag, taking a deep breath, something in the air changed. It was the same smell that carried a hint of the outdoors, but nowhere near as domineering. He took a few steps back into the main hall and his nose was swarmed again. This time however the smell wasn’t nearly as strong. 

“Are you going to unpack or keep playing by the door?” Caden’s arms were folded, one hand trying to cover the smile on his face. He had clearly been watching Brandon and was very amused. 

A red blush came over Brandon’s face as he rushed back in. “Your house smells good, and so does your room.” he bent down and unzipped his luggage.

Caden took him out on the property for an extended tour, and they almost ended up having sex in the corn field before Mr. Evans called them for dinner. When the two sat down they were still pulling up their clothes to the proper positions, though the obvious seemed to fly by Mr. Evans’ head. He served dinner, a family stew recipe that had quite a bit of spice to it. Caden and his dad talked about the farm as Brandon zoned out. Getting to watch Caden talk with his dad so excitedly about crops was a nice experience. His eyes went from the two, down to his bowl then his forearms; there were light red hairs on them. That didn’t make sense because Brandon was hairless. He didn't want to disturb the peace of dinner but definitely brought up its strangeness later.

“Didn’t you alway have hair there though?” Caden asked, whipping off his shirt, and shucking off his pants.

“No, I didn’t.” Brandon already in his sleeping shorts for the night tugged at the hair. “Ow!” It was very real. Caden came up behind him and separated his arms lovingly. The brunette rested his face against Brandon's.

“Instead of talking about this, can we pick up where we left off earlier?” Caden asked.

“Oh yeahhhhh,” Brandon stated as if he had forgotten,” I think some farmer boy was asking me to plant my seeds somewhere fertile, and if I knew anywhere where he could plant his too.” Not once before meeting Caden had Brandon ever thought about kinks or roleplay. He knew those things existed but a real relationship seemed so out of reach, he never even bothered. But getting to know a person intimately meant learning what turned them on. Caden had a breeding kink. He’d admitted a new month into their relationship because he wanted to be honest about sexual compatibility. Brandon didn't really get it, but he loved Caden and was willing to try. They used condoms a majority of the time, but it wasn’t about not having condoms for Caden; it was a mindset. In bed, Caden wanted to talk about not only marking Brandon as his, but putting babies in him, and swelling him up with kids, dotting on him afterwards. 

When Brandon topped, he even gave it a shot. He couldn't keep a straight face and was terrible but Caden ate it up. Some of the shit that came out his mouth when they went at it was too absurd to even process. That said, it was beyond obvious it was a cherished fantasy for Caden. He did talk about someday wanting kids so, bed talk about the kids having both their DNA probably just amped it up emotionally and sexually.

Needless to say seeds were planted that night. Brandon laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, next to Caden who had conked out.  Once again his partner said some super horny things like what if their kids had auburn hair and Brandon’s adorable ears. Turning to face Caden, Brandon swept a lock of hair from his boyfriend's face. Playing into his own fantasy had drained him of energy. Brandon wondered if perhaps he needed to find something, the way Caden had this breeding kink. He got up out of bed carefully, retrieving his sketchbook. Dark didn’t even begin to describe outside, but he wanted to do a night landscape. He tiptoed in the house and down their stairs, but came to realize Mr. Evans was down there watching a football game rerun. 

The older man turned around and waved. “Come join me,” he patted on the couch.

Busted, Brandon gulped, clutching his sketchbook and trotting over to the open seat. As he sat, he noted Mr. Evans had a glass beer bottle in hand, his body was reclined back on the couch, arms open, while his legs were man spreading. Brandon did not sit like that, he kept his body close, legs closed, sketchbook over his lap. He was nervous on multiple levels. His boyfriend’s father. His boyfriend’s father was an attractive hunk. The fact Mr. Evans' boxer’s slit was open ever so slightly if Brandon looked hard enough he was sure he could see the hint of a thick…

“Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking.” Mr. Evan chuckled.

Brandon gave a small jump, head snapping up, “You do?”

“This isn't going to be one of those, ‘what are your intentions with my son’, I get it.” Mr. Evans raised his hands to show he meant no harm. ”But try to relax or Caden will sense you’re on edge.”

“Do I look that uncomfortable?”  Brandon asked.

Mr. Evans, winced his face, rocked his head side to side.  “Look, I just met you so take what I say with a grain of salt, but you remind me of a field mouse.” He eyed Brandon up and down, “but nothing out here is gonna hurt you. Hell, I’m more scared of you hurting yourself.”

“A mouse?” Brandon repeated disappointedly, “It’s my ears isn’t it?” Brandon sighed.

Both men broke out into a laugh. An ease had settled with Mr. Evans now. The smell still existed and the provocative way the father was sitting didn’t help, but Brandon was determined to know Mr. Evans beyond the look.

When they stopped laughing, Mr Evans asked, “Want a beer?

“Can’t, I’m not 21 yet.” Brandon stated.

Mr. Evans pointed at him,”Then forget I asked, because I know my son’s boyfriend’s age. What kinda dad would I be if I didn’t?” His voice made it clear it was a fact Caden had probably shared previously and Mr.Evans promptly forgot.

All in all it was the perfect end to the first day. Brandon could not get over how fucking at ease Mr. Evans had sat on the couch, chugging away beer bottles. Hard for the young man to peel his eyes away. Though he must have because he woke up the next morning back in bed with Caden. 

The next few days weren’t much to talk about. Brandon got some sunrises added to his sketchbook along with Mr. Evans’ early routine. Both the young men participated in some chores. Any remaining notion of a sweet simple farm life was stripped from Brandon’s head. His body was just not up for the task they barley work for 2 hours and he had to collapse on Caden's bed to recuperate. He could tell that the father and son weren’t even working as hard as they could to let him keep up. Brandon found more solace in feeding the horses or playing with the few chickens they had.

But the real “activity” for break was Mr. Evans wanting to plant a flower garden with his son. Of course Caden was chomping at the bit. Brandon had swerved away from that, it could be father son time. However, because of his need for pauses, Caden and Mr. Evans rested a lot more too. During those breaks,  Brandon had found himself joining Mr. Evans, while Caden was off looking up flowers. Though their late night rendezvous became even more active as Brandon found himself really getting into the mindset.

Around late afternoon on Wednesday, Caden came into the living room from the kitchen, “Brandon do you have a favorite type of flower? I think we should put it in the garden!”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Mr Evans raised his beer bottle in cheers before drinking another sip.

Brandon, put his sketchbook up to his chest, “Oh, I don’t think I have one.” 

“That’s fine, think of something. If not I’ll find one, I think you’ll like it.” he smiled and turned away but before leaving turned back and asked, “How’s the beer?”

The answer Brandon expected to come for Mr. Evans didn’t, instead he heard, “I think my son asked you a question?”

Looking up from his book Brandon said “Uh, I don’t drink…” The last of his words petered out as he spotted a second opened and half empty beer bottle on the coffee table, right in front of him. “When did I?” That was right, on Monday Mr. Evans had casually offered a beer again that Brandon accepted. He was out on a farm. Who was gonna know if he did it one time? One time turned into multiple as he had another at dinner. Tuesday was the same. And here he was again. “It was good," he answered. Caden nodded and walked back into the kitchen. Brandon rubbed his neck, he sounded weird. The beer must have been messing with his throat. He took another swig to wash whatever it was down.

A cold beer was the answer to these warm farm days as Mr. Evans said. Better than that though, Brandon had joined Mr. Evans in the ‘underwear in the house’ policy. It just made sense to walk around and not get overheated, of course his boxer briefs were looser, in the areas Mr. Evans was drawn tight. There was no fat drum of an ass, elephant thighs or heavy package for Brandon to display. Didn't stop Caden from playfully whistling at him in the house. He was surprised Caden had no qualms about it as Brandon just stripped on Tuesday, alongside Mr. Evans.

As Brandon put his sketchbook back down, he stared at it. Countless quick sketches of Mr. Evans. The way the man was sitting, close ups on his torso and pecs, his back in motion, his ass in pants. Brandon remembered drawing these, and wanting to study how a man like Mr. Evans moved about the world. There was something about him that was so regal in all his actions, especially the couch, as if it were his throne. A man who’s mere stare invited the question: Do you want to get impregnated by me? Brandon’s body shuddered imagining the look and thankfully Mr. Evans didn’t notice; his attention was back on the baseball game. Imagining Caden asking the question, got Brandon hornier as his cock started to rise. Was this what Caden felt whenever he was talking about breeding? Staring at Mr. Evans just put Brandon in the mood to do all the things he only ever whispered about for Caden’s ears. This adonis of a man and his stellar son were the reasons Brandon could not control himself on this trip. 

Fuck it, however weird it was, him and Caden were going to have to try for more babies tonight too.

Mr. Evans took a swig of beer so Brandon did as well. As he lifted it Brandon watched Mr. Evans’ arm flex. Brandon’s eyes went to his own bicep. He had to blink, Was he already drunk? His bicep looked bigger. His whole body did to be honest, as if there was an added thickness to him. Forget looking like a track or cross country runner, he resembled a lightweight college wrestler. Drinking down his beer,  Brandon watched as his cock inflated. He was already half chubbed, but it wasn’t getting harder, just bigger. The pouch of his underwear bunched up as it pulled on the leg portion for more material. In the end, there was an oversized cock in his blue undies. He placed his sketchbook down and cupped his crotch, ensuring to spread his legs open and lean back onto the couch. There was something powerful in mimicking the pose. As if he was extending his body and privates to show he was ready to breed.

His eyes closed and Brandon saw, the image of Mr. Evans' fucking girls left and right on that very couch. The young man could see the way, Mr. Evans' hips thrust, how his glutes jiggled. Every pummel made the bodies in motion sweat, as the scenery in Brandon’s mind began to fade. Imaginary Mr. Evans’ sweaty body was perfectly in tune with the smell in Brandon’s nostrils. Soon enough, Mr.Evans' was no longer on a couch. Brandon stood over Mr. Evans fucking a girl with all his might, in the middle of the woods.  

“Such power, such stamina.” Brandon thought as he crouched down to watch closer. He reached out a hand and placed it on Mr. Evans' ass. No reaction. Brandon put his other hand on Mr. Evans' other ass cheek. He began to push until, until he was the one leading Mr. Evans’ and causing him to fuck the woman under him. At a moment of Brandon’s choosing he was going to make Mr. Evans cum. The farmer’s potent alpha seed would flood the woman no doubt leaving her knocked up. Caden was going to be a big brother, because his alpha father was just breeding bitches; the thought made a smirk plaster itself on Brandon’s face.

The strength was intoxicating. Had this been what the jocks back in highschool went through?

“That’s how it’s done.” A smug thought of Brandon’s whispered.

Brandon’s eyes snapped open, he was panting, there was a growing wet spot on his underwear; precum. He looked over to Mr. Evans, whose eyes were transfixed on the TV more invested in the game than Brandon’s issues. Never in his life had Brandon wanted to be like the jocks in highschool, or even the more mature college athletes. He liked the separation; he had art and they had sports. But if they had been out here having sex like Mr. Evans, then Brandon had been missing out. A part of him was aching to leap onto the dad. A better idea popped in his head though; He had a boyfriend waiting for him upstairs. He hopped off the couch and raced upstairs, slamming the door open and he froze. Caden’s room cleared his mind, though its owner had turned from his desk very surprised.

“Do…I look different to you?” Brandon managed to struggle out. A Lot of his processing power was going to his still throbbing erection. His horniess hadn’t gone away and was only amped in Caden’s presence. Caden stood up and walked closer to Brandon, studying him up and down. When Brandon spotted Caden’s eyes, the red head took a step back, there was a murky haze covering the stunning green.

“You look fine as always.” Caden was flirting, but his voice sounded miles away. Then the haze disappeared, Caden was back to normal.  Brandon, frozen in the doorway, watched as Caden dropped to his knees pulling down his underwear. “Now be quiet or my dad will hear.”

Something weird had happened, Brandon could not deny that. Caden was incapable of seeing his change. Brandon knew that the right thing to do would be to push into Caden’s room completely; he could think more clearly in there. But he was so damn horny! He stretched his arms out, hands gripping the door frame, as he leaned back into the house proper. His fat cock disappeared into Caden’s mouth, before that handsome face was buried in red pubes. The smell of Mr. Evans guided him, and after his hours of study, Brandon was sure his posture now was exactly how Mr. Evans would pose. It was an innate feeling within him now.  After he blew a fat load down his boyfriend’s greedy mouth, then he could worry about that nagging voice in his head telling him to step into the room, that something was wrong with Caden, not to cum.

Brandon threw his head back, hips grinding, just like Mr. Evans' out in the woods. “Fuckkkk yeahhh,” He moaned as he came in the back of Caden’s throat. Pulling his dick out Brandon was surprised as more than what he entered came back out to the world.

“Go easy. you know you got too much dick for me—

Brandon didn’t care, he grabbed Caden, dragging him out the room, and shoved his back onto a wall. Time for him to replay the favor. Dropping to his knees, Brandon shunted down Caden’s pants and slurped in Caden’s cock, reveling in the taste. He didn’t want to go back into Caden’s room; he wanted to suck Caden’s cock, while smelling Mr. Evans. Brandon’s mouth was feeling off, even his moans were coming out strange, more baritone. A nice juicy cock like Caden’s was exactly what he needed in him. 

“A young man obsessed with breeding and a father who was the epitome of a breeder, what an odd pair.”  Bradon smiled at that thought, he wasn't the strange one. They were. Caden had this kink Brandon couldn't fully invest in, but if he could study Mr. Evans then maybe he’d get it. A nonsense idea but sounded coherent to Bradnon. His cock began to harden again, pointing up, since his underwear were still at his ankles. Then he deepthroated his boy until he was buried in those pubes. An amazing aroma was there, one Brandon was familiar with but had never smelt so strongly, not even in the bedroom; Caden’s scent. Numerous blowjobs had been shared between the two at this point in their relationship, Brandon knew what his boyfriend's shock and balls smell like. Whatever was there now had always been, but now was heightened, contrasting and yet complemented with the smell of Caden’s father. Brandon wanted more. Pushing himself further into Caden’s hips, taking more cock, Bradon came again. His cock shot off thinner ropes onto Caden’s leg and Brandon’s own foot. Then he swallowed the jizz he rightfully earned.

By the time Brandon got back to his feet he stumbled, not use to his larger body size. 10 more pounds had appeared on his body, beefing him up. ”Holy shit,” Brandon rarely ever cursed but it seemed very appropriate in the moment.

“What?!” Caden asked.

“Boys, you okay up there?” Mr’ Evans' voice shouted from downstairs.

“Uh? We’re fine Mr. Evans,” Brandon led Caden back into the bedroom, the two almost tripping on the clothes at their ankles. Closing the door. Brandon spun around to face his boyfriend “What is happening to me?”

“What?” 

Furiously kicking off his underwear Brandon said, “Look at me. I look like a fucking jock. I have more muscles than you, isn't that weird…” Brandon’s voice stopped because as he spoke he noticed that haze had entered Caden’s eyes again. 

“I know there’s no gym around like you prefer, but the farm life’s kept you in shape, right?” Caden stated.

Brandon had no idea what his boyfriend was going on about, instead he caught his reflection in Caden’s full body mirror. He walked over cock swinging, footsteps heavy. Hard to peel his eyes away from the sight he saw, his flawless reflection. As he stood there, Caden arms wrapped around him from the back, pushing their bodies close. Caden’s cock was nestled between two freckled buns, while Caden’s head rested on his shoulders. They were the same height. 

“Hot stuff as always, don’t you think?” Caden asked, kissing Brandon’s neck.

There was no easy answer. This body and face weren’t Brandon’s, but damn did he look good. He looked like a breeder, a confident alpha male like Mr. Evans. Gone were his timid mousey features replaced with a wide jaw and squarish face. His ears didn’t even stick out as they once had. There was no denying how safe and protected he felt with Caden. In Brandon’s heart he knew that even if Caden was unaware of the danger, if Brandon simply said they needed to go Caden would believe him. He’d pack up and take him away. Something in Brandon didn’t want to leave though, with a body like his, he was finally starting to understand the appeal of breeding. At least the physical part, and maybe, just maybe if he stuck around long enough he could understand the mental part. Caden would love that. He’d have to. Brandon was doing it for Caden, to understand him better. All Brandon had to do was study Mr. Evans a bit more, and he’d get it. 

 Brandon had found himself keeping up with both of the Evans for the chores on Thursday and Friday, needing to rest at least. Which in turn meant seeing Mr. Evans' sweaty body, but thankfully Caden’s presence was enough to help keep Brandon in check. On Saturday, that flimsy plan shattered. The last full day of their trip. They had the flowers, and readied the soil for Caden’s garden. It took all morning to plant, and the three collapsed in lawn chairs when done, all shirtless.

“It’s way too hot for a spring day.” Brandon complained.

 “I hear ya.” Mr. Evans smiled coated in sweat.

A smile on his lips, Caden hopped up, “I started making some lemonade last night, I go get it!”

“I’ll help!” Brandon started to get up, but Caden motioned for him to stay.

“No, you're going to stay there. You guys helped me plant this garden. I'll finish with the lemonade.”

Brandon slowly leaned back in his chair. He was left alone with Mr. Evans. The older man.  stood over the garden, resting one arm on the handle of a shovel stabbed into untouch dirt. His ass had a slight tilt from the distribution of weight and Brandon could not look away. The young man’s mind was flooded with all the things Mr. Evans could get up in the field. The most prevalent thought however was Mr. Evans screwing a woman in the flower bed once the plants were fully grown. Brandon tried hard to bat those thoughts away, but the longer he stared at Mr. Evans the stronger the thoughts grew, and Brandon’s eyes were transfixed. He could watch Mr. Evans fuck for hours. No it wasn’t fucking. It was a breeding. No way was any woman walking from a stud like that not pregnant. 

“Dammit, I’m giving this a second look. Maybe we shouldn’t have planted the tulips so close,” Mr. Evans sucked his teeth, breaking Brandon’s daydream. The father mulled it over, scratching the back of his head, as Brandon walked over from his chair to provide a second opinion. A gentle breeze blew rustling the trees far away, but Brandon felt hit by a freight truck. His nose's senses were obliterated by the oncoming air carrying the scent of Mr. Evans onto him. The man smelt like a fresh fuck after having let a woman gasping for air and begging for more. A pine scent with a hint of iron, pure distilled musk from Mr. Evans.

Heavy footsteps came from Brandon as he lumbered to Mr. Evans. Brandon had been hooked like a fish and was slowly being reeled in as his cock rose in response. Caden was nowhere to be found, there’d be no saving grace for Brandon. It was just him and Mr. Evans. By the time Brandon was standing next to Mr. Evans, his nylon shots were pitching a tent. Mr. Evans paid it no mind, why would he? He was as straight as they come and what was a boner between men. The man's focus was still on restructuring the garden, but Brandon’s mind was lost. He only wanted one thing: to dive on Mr. Evans. So he did. The arm that Mr. Evans had risen to scratch his head, left his armpit wide open. Brandon’s face was planted in the unguarded area within a millisecond. He was huffing in the smell of a hardworking man as it seemed to go up his nose and reach into his brain frying it. However there was no stopping Brandon, he wanted everything Mr. Evans had to give him. A flick of the tongue and Brandon could taste those damp dark hairs and salty skin. Soon the young man was worshiping the father’s body, unable to pull away, like a parasite. Licking and kissing the entire left side of Mr. Evans. Every taste, and touch of his being felt as if Brandon’s was drinking Mr. Evans in, but there was so much Brandon couldn’t contain it. 

As for Mr. Evans, he was unfazed and unresponsive to any of Brandon’s strange behavior. The two only made eye contact once and Mr. Evans asked, “Do I smell?” As if the college student had simply leaned over to take a whiff. The father’s eyes looked as off as Caden’s a few nights ago. Brandon only moaned into Mr. Evans pit in response. Mr. Evans went on talking about the garden, but Brandon gave no shits. His desire to exude Mr. Evans’ presence and all that it entailed drove Brandon crazy. Everything Brandon had soaked in began to reemerge, through his own body. The athletic muscles he had formed over the farm vacation began to thicken. His ass was most noticeable as his shorts ripped from the back, as heavy as Mr. Evans’ own. From there Brandon’s height began to kickstart, but the young man was determined to stay in Mr. Evans’ armpit. He gained inches and crouched lower in response. Hair began to poke out of his chest and face. Slow at first, barely wisp, but then grew faster the deeper Brandon dug himself. 

Caden came out, lemonade on a tray, laughing at the sight in front of him, “I’ve told you guys straight men can be gayer than anyone else.” Brandon freed himself gasping for air, pure unfettered, uncontaminated air. His face was slick with a combination of his own saliva and Mr. Evans’ sweat. He stared at Caden who was dressed in nothing but overalls with only one strap fastened and attached to the opposite buckle. Brandon’s cock throbbed, underwear soaked with precum. Only then did the stud notice his shorts were gone. He was rocking it out in the field in nothing but his underwear and shoes.

Mr. Evans shrugged, “Nothing wrong with a man miring another man’s body.”

That rang true in Brandon’s head, there was nothing gay about what he was doing.

“Come on you have to admit it’s a little homoerotic, right Bryce?” Caden pleaded eyes landing on the redhead.

“Bryce?” The redhead repeated. That was his name. Always had been. While he had been huffing on Mr. Evans his entire life changed. His body was different, his eyes viewed the world differently even his brain constructed his thoughts differently. Bryce was a pure breeding stud like Mr. Evans. He simply knew it as a fact. There were men like him and then men who weren’t. For the first time in days Bryce could think. He didn’t feel anymore overwhelming sexual attraction toward Mr. Evans. The older male was still hot, just not, ‘can’t form a thought’ hot. Bryce took a big whiff, the pine smell was still there, but no longer transmitting to Bryce’s cock. Which made sense, Bryce was very much the breeder Mr. Evans was, why would he be attracted to the same qualities he possessed?

Caden also sniffed the air, before covering his nose “Dad, you might need a shower. Maybe we all do.”

“Think so?” Mr. Evans sniffed his freshly licked pit, “I guess so.” He walked past his son grabbing a glass of lemonade before disappearing in the house.

There were facts and then there was the truth. From the day Bryce Macintyre was born there wasn’t a girl he couldn’t woo. Growing up his baby face made it easy to get his way until puberty hit and left him with a stern visage and sexual appetite that drove that point home further. These days he was a barrel chested young man.  It was harder for him to leave the house and not pull women. He was 27 and had become friends with Mr. Evans at the gym. They related to each other well, bringing the same energy to the room. He had never met Caden but was willing to help out for the man who was like a big brother to him.

And yet. 

Bryce knew he hadn’t always been Bryce. He was Brandon mere minutes ago. Caden’s boyfriend, who both knew each other intimately well. 

“Babe, I'm so sorry you had to see that.” Bryce stated, as he rushed to hold Caden’s arms, but his deeper rich voice made it sound false and hollow. His body loomed over Caden like a fucking tower. He was a big 6’8.

Caden snickered, “Is this a prank? I mean I doubt… Clementine, right? That’s the name my dad told me at least, would want you throwing apologies around.”

Before Bryce could ask, his brain had the answer, Clementine was his girl, well his situationship. Hard to tie a guy like Bryce down. But Caden was his boyfriend, right? But Bryce wasn’t gay. He couldn’t even imagine being with another man, not even a guy as attractive as Mr. Evans. So then why did Bryce find Caden standing out there in the sun, so irresistible? Bryce had never wanted a dude before but his cock jumped, while his hole twitched. Caden looked so breedable but also like a true farming fuckster. A small grin grew on Bryce’s lips at the thought: The Duality of Man.

He was starving for Caden and that desire made Bryce want to fuck his own girl even more to quell it. This dude was making him want to fuck till Clemintine had another baby in her.  Bryce had already knocked her up once, but fuck this Caden was making his brain go stupid by just existing. 

Glass of lemonade in hand, Caden presented the ice-filled beverage to Bryce. As Bryce accepted, the two men’s fingers brushed across each other. Bryce’s thoughts were less complex than Brandon’s, and no longer an artist in this life, he didn’t experience colors as fully. However when their hands met there was an explosion of vibrancy. Bryce was doing more than ‘knowing’ he had been Brandon, he was feeling it. The love for Caden rose to the surface as his thoughts temporally drained to his cock. 

“Um uh,” Bryce took the drink, a small smile, turning away to hide his body and hardon. Made sense he’d be rocking out in only underwear; it was a hot day and there were only men out there. Him and Mr. Evans' weren’t going to bone each other, that's what women were for. Bryce had known Caden was gay, but as Mr. Evans' son, he wouldn't expect a disrespectful pass.

He came out to the farm because the man like a brother to him asked. His relation to Caden had been non-existent before this. At least that’s what one side of his memory told him. Brandon’s memories told him he came with and for Caden. But there had been something so magnetic about Mr. Evans Brandon couldn’t pull away from. Bryce remembered all this, but didn’t understand how that had been possible. For Bryce, Mr. Evans was undeniably attractive but was just another dude. Caden on the other hand, stood in front of him and was a sight to behold. Sure his looks were great, but it was more than that. Bryce knew Caden intimately his hopes, fears, and dreams for the future. Their bodies and souls had connected when he was formerly Brandon and Bryce wanted that, to experience Caden’s love not as a memory, but first hand. 

As a straight guy now, Bryce had no idea how to even approach the subject of wanting sex with a dude. That was just awkward as hell. It was more than just a fleeting fascination or temporary desire. There was a deep yearning in his body for Caden. For that reason he stayed at the farm all day helping them do other chores around the house, unable to strike up a conversation with Caden. His eyes would linger on the now younger man’s form, remembering their bodies entangled just that morning and yet never once, as his mouth yapped on with Mr. Evans about the recent game. 

Night came upon them and there was nothing but darkness.

“Probably too dark to drive back safely. I won’t force you, but you are welcome to stay.” Mr Evans offered as the three men stood on the porch looking out onto the dirt road vanishing into black nothingness. Caden was leaned up on a post as the other two sipped beers on the steps.

“I guess I could take the couch.” Bryce nodded. He wasn’t afraid of a dark road, he had grown in this county now too, but he did want to stay close to Caden for a bit longer.

“Nonsense, you can have my room!” Caden offered.

“Wait, I don’t want to kick you out.” Bryce rebuffed.

“Totally fine, the couch isn’t so bad.” Caden shrugged. 

“Nah nah how about this you keep your bed I’ll just take one half to myself.” Bryce stated.

Somehow his crazy offer was accepted as he and Caden prepared for bed, down to their underwear,  a few pillows dividing them. What Bryce hadn't quite computed was just how large he was. Brandon had been a twunk at most and while Bryce knew he was large, laying down in Caden bed made it clear he was truly giant Jock beef. His body took up way more than half of the Queen sized mattress and his ass took up extra. Caden laid down and respectfully faced the wall, but Brandon’s ass was on him. A few tosses and turns from Caden before both realized there was no way they wouldn’t touch.

Bryce was confused; he was finally back in bed with Caden, rubbing against each other, if even unintentional. Yet all Bryce could think about now were girls he slept with and wanted to fuck again. His mind wasn’t satisfied. Upset, he turned on the bed to face Caden mid-toss. Their eyes were on each other.

“Everything alright?” Caden asked, surprised at the sudden movement.

“Does everything feel right to you?” Bryce whispered, unsure of himself.

Caden gave a soft chuckle, “It’s just a bed. Not that big of a deal to sleep in one.”

“Yeah but you barely know me. You usually sleep with strange men in your bed?” Bryce asked, leaning closer with a smirk on his face.

Caden opened his mouth to speak, but paused for a moment. His face appeared to ponder the question deeper.  When he finally spoke he said, “I guess you're right that is weird, but it didn’t feel wrong to offer. Even this.” He motioned with a finger to himself and Bryce.  “Doesn't feel wrong.”

Bryce’s eyes went down to Caden’s free hand, as he held it with one of his own, “Is that because… I'm your boyfriend, Brandon,” he began to play with Caden’s fingers. “Sounds fucking ridiculous I know,” his voice was a hushed tone, “But I feel off, like part of me was born today, and I want to say it’s your boyfriend but…,” Bryce’s eyes drifted back up to Caden. Bryce’s entire mass scooted back on the bed, Caden’s eyes had a haze over them as if fog and selectively chose to crawl in them. 

“What the?” Bryce waved a hand over Caden’s face. No response. A second later Caden shook his head, then his neck jerked back when he noticed Bryce’s huge mitts near his face.

“Sorry, I must have zoned out.” Caden stated then followed up with, “What happened?” gently moving Bryce’s hand away.

“Well, I was saying… I think you’re my boyfriend...” Bryce watched as once again Caden’s eyes were gone behind the strange fog and his stare went blank, until Bryce stopped talking. Bryce may have been a jock and a bit of a muscle head, but he wasn’t an idiot. Something was keeping him from telling Caden about his dueling memories. Which only made those other memories seem more likely to Bryce. Why would weird shit prevent Caden from hearing if it didn’t matter or wasn’t real? He turned, facing away from Caden.

“Everything okay?” Caden asked, his voice reaching out as he came back to. 

“Caden, will you do me a favor?” Bryce realized he wasn’t even combating internal feelings over sharing a bed with a guy. Being with Caden in a bed felt natural, right even. “Can you hold me?” A weird question for Byrce to ask, but that’s what he felt like he needed. Brandon had been a little guy and used to being in Caden’s arms most of the time and Bryce wanted to calm himself somehow. 

Caden said a quiet, “Oh, sure” and slipped his arms around Bryce’s bulk.The two laid there for awhile, bodies flushed against each other. As time passed through the night Bryce could feel something hot and hard poking on his ass. He’d never admit this before but he did purposefully grind his ass back to Caden’s crotch. He was working with a hell of a lot more than Brandon in the trunk department and Caden clearly appreciated it. Caden did try to back away, but Bryce wouldn't have it; His ass found Caden’s cock easily. The years of squatting were paying off as he bared his glutes down on the throbbing dick. 

Bryce relished hearing Caden’s breathing get heavier, He slid a finger to the waistband of his underwear and slid the back of them down. Now it was his skin to Caden’s fabric, with only one layer between them. More friction and soon, Bryce reached down and across to pull down the front of Caden’s underwear. The next few minutes were a blur as no words were shared but Bryce ended up with a cock going up his ass. Caden was pounding away like a mute jack rabbit as Bryce couldn’t believe his tight jock ass was getting speared open, but there was no pain, Bryce was loving it. His own underwear were completely off by then, his cock leaking onto Caden’s bed. 

“Fuck Bryce, I think I’m gonna cum.” Caden said.

“Do it dude, cum inside me. You want a baby as big as me? You gotta put one inside me. Or turn over right now and let me wreck you.” Bryce knew the exact kind of talk that got Caden going.

“Oh fuck!” Caden started going faster trying to hold the older bulkier male closer, but unable to keep his hold firm without sliding on the muscle.

“That’s it, fuck me!”

“Pound me!”

“This is so hot bro!”

Bryce couldn’t stop from saying his words into the quiet of the room.

“Keep going!”

“Fuck me just like that!”

Skin slapping skin overtook the stillness as Bryce closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations. 

“Soo good!” Bryce mouthed, but a higher voice said. Caden planted kisses on the back of his neck, migrating further up.

“Don’t stop!” The softer voice cried. 

Bryce's face scrunched up, he definitely hadn’t said that, but he kept working his hips back to meet Caden’s thrust. For a second the bed felt as it gave way, fading into nothing, suddenly Bryce noticed Caden’s kisses were at his lips. He met them hungrily. The lips on his were very soft and plump with a hint of… flowers? He turned his back on the bed as he no longer felt Caden’s cock, but his hips kept going with the motion Caden started.

“Breed me deep I want to feel it!” A voice cried. Bryce certainly agreed that’s in line with what he was feeling for Caden, but maybe not so strong of the word choice. Problem is why was he not saying it. 

His eyes snapped open to find a girl riding him, in a different bed in a completely different house. He was balls deep inside her thrusting up as she rode him Cowgirl style. How he got here, no idea. The amazing news about it? There was an entirely different girl–Clementine! making out with him as he cunted the girl in his lap. He was in the middle of a fucking threesome doing it raw.

“Big Bryce is gonna fuck a baby into you!” Bryce’s mouth said as his cock flooded her pussy with three powerful final thrust. They all collapsed onto the bed as Bryce wrapped his arms around the girls. As the girls fell asleep only he remained awake, wondering what the fuck just happened.

—

Salvino household - Present Day 

Back at Thomas’ house, most attending parties had grabbed at their crotches when he had started describing sex with Caden towards the end and they only got harder as it turned into a surprised threesome. And while Jesse had been turned on by it, evident by the tent in his pants, there was one question he had on his mind that rebuffed his horniness.

“Wait, so you're all Caden’s exes? I thought you were just victims.” His eyes scanned the room, reading the confirming faces back to back. 

“Eh, ‘victims’ isn’t quite right.” Bryce stated.

“How not? Look at us?” “Exactly, look at us,” Oscar gave a toothy grin. 

Bryce rubbed his head. “Did you not listen to the story I  told you at all? I was the one who couldn’t peel myself away from Mr. Evans’ pits. Thomas here,” he pointed with his cigar to the man of the house, “Didn’t have to pick up Mr. Evans’ underwear, but we did. We could have gone to Caden, even if the pull was strong but we didn’t. We gave in now we’re this. Which begs the question: what did you do to become this?”

Jesse shut up at that moment.

Everyone's eyes went between the two males, while Jesse wiped his palms on his jeans nervously avoiding Bryce's gaze.

Oscar suddenly clapped his hands, garnering everyone’s attention. “All right, let's cut the tension. We’re in this together.” He smiled at Jesse who looked away, then to Bryce who pouted, often on the end of Oscar’s tension diffusion.

“How about I go next?” he smiled and everyone groaned rolling their eyes.

—

Oliver Sanchez

Oliver Sanchez didn’t grasp the concept of shyness for better or worse, he lept at things head first. To him, what was the point of waiting for things to happen or letting the fear of embarrassment stop people from taking new opportunities? Growing up he rarely saw situations as ‘the glass is half empty’ and the way he moved through life reflected that. He always wore a smile when meeting people, greeting them with his big energy. His canines were sharper than most, giving him a real toothy grin that made every one of his smiles have a fitting mischievousness to them. Oliver and Caden simply clicked when they met. Brief run-ins at college freshman events at first, but they were a true complementary pair. If Oliver was like the sun, bright and energetic, Caden was the distilled sunlight, warm and fostering growth. The two enjoyed being outside, staying active, and were hopeless freshmen. They couldn’t figure out their classes or where the buildings were, and would constantly bump into each other while being lost on campus.

Originally, They had both missed the last shuttle bus to the first home soccer game that freshmen were encouraged to attend. Oliver had collapsed, sitting on the curb in huff as Caden was running from around a building. Just the perfect way to end a mess of a September.

“Just left, I watched it pull off as I got here.” He turned his head to Caden, then back to hang it down,  elbows resting on his knees. 

“Dammit!” Caden caught his breath, looking up at the gray clouds. He walked over and sat next to Oliver to rest for a minute. “Guess that means I better walk back to my dorm.”

Oliver’s head perked up, “You know, you don’t have to.”

Caden sighed, “I’m not getting an uber to go to the stadium.”

“No,” Oliver waved his hand, then leaned closer, “I mean we could do something else, like go into town. I haven’t done that yet, you?”

“I went to a flower shop in town, it was pretty cool.” Caden admitted.

“A flower shop that’s it? No, we need to go see a movie or buy some clothes. That kind of stuff.” Oliver stated, patting Caden on the back. They did go downtown and ended up there longer than the game went on. Wasn't long before they were hanging out at each other's dorm rooms. 

The two orbited around each other amassing converging and yet distinct friend groups. Interestingly whenever they were together it was as if the two of them worked in tandem to fuel social interactions. They could pick up where the other lacked. Oliver was more extroverted; he'd never be seen reading a book, or stuck inside if he had the option. Where as nice as Caden was, if there was a book to read of a flower to learn about he’d go for it. On the flip side, Oliver’s bombastic gregariousness tended to often leave some friends feeling hollow about their interactions, but in would come Caden, being himself and unknowingly taking time and care to listen and invest in his friends beyond surface level. 

Regardless, Oliver was such a burst of energy from one topic to the next. That was his modus operandi for most situations in life. He’d go from talking rapid Spanish with his parents to arguing the power levels of superheroes in english. If there was an event he’d want to go to he’d be there if the mood took him, heck he’d make it a friends outing if he thought that would be more fun. Oliver was so on the go he was completely surprised when he heard about Caden's crush early second semester.

“Caden likes…me?” Oliver pointed to himself.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Lucy shook her head, standing in front of their class,” He was asking if you were into guys at all and didn't want to embarrass himself.”

“Caden likes me…huh, how about that?” Oliver nodded.

“Is that a good huh or bad huh.” Lucy asked.

“Honestly,  it was ‘I never really gave it that much thought before’ but I do like spending time with him, and going on a date could be fun…” Oliver’s voice trailed off, but his smile was growing.

When it came to sexual desire, Oliver could understand Caden’s confusion. Oliver wasn’t exactly advertising who he liked out into the world, but it wasn’t a secret either. He was gay but his friendliness had certainly been misread before. If Caden liked him, Oliver was happy to try and explore it. He ended up asking Caden out by catching him before one of his morning jogs. That day it  was more of a fast paced morning walk, as Oliver had no intentions of waking up early to run beyond that. He was perfectly content to wake up at a normal time and go to the gym to play sports at a normal time. As they walked, Caden pointed out flowers along the trail and a park they cut through, happy to prattle on. Though Caden full out blushed, smiling even wider, as Oliver finally told the boy he’d love to start dating. 

From there the two boys got even closer. Being friends was nice but ‘boyfriends’ was a whole other level. Oliver wasn’t a virgin and Caden wasn’t either, which meant more fun in the bedroom for them. Whenever Caden talked about the first and only guy he had sex with, his words were vague, as if he didn’t know who the guy was. Oliver assumed since Caden was from a rural town it was probably an app hookup or DL guy that Caden had some regret about and never pressed him on it. Although the sex itself seemed to be good. Oliver had a bit more experience, he had two boyfriends in highschool. The sex was as exciting and underwhelming as most other people's sexual encounters were. 

The good thing about it was both boys sort of had an understanding of what they wanted sexually from the other and eventually it was shared. There was a good laugh from Oliver when he learned such a sweet boy like Caden had such a strong thing for ‘breeding’ talk. And Caden was shocked to learn Oliver was very into seeing Caden dress up. Role play wasn't necessary Oliver just wanted to ogle Caden, whether it was a nice suit, an athletic uniform, professional uniform, or even just clothes Caden didn't usually wear Oliver was all about it. The thing that turned on Oliver to no end was having Caden model different underwear. Briefs, boxer-briefs, compression shorts, boxers, Oliver loved it all.

Post spring break, the two boys were alone hanging in Oliver’s room, his roommate, out for the weekend they ended up talking about it. There was only about two months left for school and classes were a non-starter. Caden sat on the floor watching TV as Oliver laid upside down on his bed, head hanging off the side near Caden, while scrolling through his phone, quite a few pictures of Caden “modeling” for him. 

“What turns you on about breeding talk?” Oliver blurted out. His extroverted personality certainly had not garnered him any filter.

Caden turned to him shocked, then thought, “I don’t… maybe something about having sex with another guy and being able to put a baby in him or vice versa  is hot to me? Like I see a hot guy and it’s like something in me is like, I want to breed him, and I know other people don’t think or feel that way and that feels weird to me.” Caden shrugged innocently as if his answer wasn’t good enough. 

“Hmmm,” Oliver reached over and ran his hand through Caden’s hair. “I get that. When I see a guy in a uniform or nice clothes I want to rip them off. Don’t get me started on underwear, nice loose boxers, with revealing slit, tight underwear that show off the curvature of an ass outline of a dude’s package; drives me wild.” Oliver flipped his phone around showing off Caden’s pictures, “I think sometimes the mystery of what’s behind there is hotter than seeing it.”

Caden picked up the phone looking at himself. “Really?” 

The two burst out laughing. There was something fun and vulnerable about sharing why they were into those things.

Oliver tossed his phone to Caden “Look, go through the pics on my phone and tell me one guy you think is sexy in underwear and I’ll go through yours and tell you one guy who is certainly breedable on yours.” He then reached over and started scrolling through Caden’s phone. 

“I can’t believe you just save pictures of models in underwear.” Caden laughed, thumb strolling through.

“Hey, look it was over for me since the underwear aisle in clothing stores.” Oliver stated, stifling his own laugh. “I can’t believe you have all these pictures and they’re just flowers.” Oliver sighed, finger dragging up.

“Flowers are cool.” Caden fought.

“Yeah but hot guys are HOT.” Oliver retorted. “You’re telling me you don’t have even one guilty pleasure saved in your….oh hello!” Oliver’s eyes went wide. There was a picture of a blonde young man in business casual attire; A slightly unbuttoned tight blue navy shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, with dress pants cinched to his waist with a black belt holding it all together. “Now this is what I’m talking about.”  He flipped the phone over and presented it to Caden. “This guy looks breedable and he’s in nice clothes, win-win for me.”

Caden rolled his eyes, slowly pushing the phone down. “That’s Thomas, he's my friend. He’s older.”

“Oh, so you know him in like real life!” Oliver teased turning around on the bed.

“I do…but he’s married and has a kid, and that's weird for me to think that he’s breedable right?” Caden asked.

Oliver rolled his head, pondering, “It’s not like you’re walking straight up to the guy and saying it to his face,  if he’s hot to you, he’s hot to you. Pretty simple.”

“I guess…

Holding up his hands Oliver said, “He’s your friend, and while I don’t know why you were keeping such a hot guy from me, talking about him in that way is weird. I get that. No worries, let’s find someone else.” He continued to scroll through Caden’s phone parsing through all the flora, other photos of Thomas, a couple sunsets, and then finally pictures of a farm. A few seconds in, and Oliver’s thumb stopped before his eyes fully registered what it was seeing. Hidden between the farm pictures were a couple images of a completely new guy, one who had a striking resemblance to Caden. In the first image the man had on a cream colored cowboy hat, a red flannel with the sleeves rolled back, revealing massive forearms, and jeans that were extremely filled with every muscle in the man’s lower body.

The man wasn’t even looking at the camera, and yet Oliver was curious. The stranger’s visage demanded attention, taking up the entire frame. Oliver swiped to the next photo, this time the same man laughing, same outfit, beer in  left hand, top buttons on his flannel undone. The defined chest covered in light brown hairs now had Oliver’s on lock. A few more swipes and the man’s shirt was off as he was under the sun on the farm. Oliver was quickly learning anatomy from seeing the man’s biceps and back in action as he went to work on the farm. This eventually led to a short video of the man, still shirtless riding a horse while Caden's voice goaded him in the background. 

Caden leaned over when he heard his voice, then looked up. “Oh yeah, I got my dad to do the 40 and over challenge during break.” he began to laugh, “I can’t believe he went for it, but I think on some level he was happy to have me back in the house.”

Oliver gave no response, he watched as Mr. Evan’s ass moved as the saddled horse ran off and how his hips moved coming back. Nothing really special but somehow it still felt horny. It was very ‘hero off a romance novel cover’ type of shit, minus the long flowing hair. At that moment Oliver was glad he had turned around as his cock was at full attention. He was already chubbing up with Thomas, but to get hard at Caden’s dad would have been embarrassing. 

“I know my dad isn’t really dressed as anything so that probably doesn’t impress you.”  Caden added.

“Huh? Oh, well he kinda looks like a cowboy and that’s a uniform, right?” Oliver’s voice went higher as he spoke, making it sound as if he was lying to coddle Caden’s feelings. Oliver was lying but it had nothing to do with the man’s clothes. Mr. Evans could have been dressed in sweats and Oliver would still stare. Olver simply didn’t want Caden to know how turned on he was. “Mr. Evans sure looks like he could breed.” The thought entered and stayed in Oliver’s head. Oliver had no idea why, he wasn't into that like Caden, but god damn it, it wouldn’t go away. 

Oliver went on in an effort to change the subject. “You never said you grew up with horses. I thought you were out here plucking berries, not running wild.”

“First of all, we only have a few horses and a couple chickens. They’re more like pets. The Salvinos, Thomas is their son, they’re really the ones with the animal farm.” Caden answered.

“Is riding horses what makes you so good at riding people?” Oliver wiggled his eyebrow as Caden launched a pillow at him.

Later that night, cuddled up on the small college twin bed Oliver spooned Caden. He laid there comforted, having Caden stripped to his underwear and passed out sleeping peacefully.  Oliver, however, could not go to sleep; his waking mind was filled with images of Mr. Evans. His cock was hard and rested on Caden’s bubble ass wrapped in a tight pair of teal boxer-briefs with a steel gray waistband and white text; The perfect spot. A flash in his mind and all Oliver could see was Mr. Evans bulge. One quick grunt and Oliver felt like his cock was getting harder. It kept happening throughout the night until Oliver realized he could look straight down and see his cock and pubes, due to his underwear being stretched out from his waist. There was an inkling in Oliver’s head that if he pulled Caden closer, he would swiftly fall asleep. Caden in underwear was dropped dead horny bait and Oliver's cock was certainly happy.

An alert came on Oliver’s phone and he turned around to pick it up. It was just a simple weather notification. As Oliver handled his phone he spotted Caden’s phone laying next to it. One quick thought and that was all it took. Oliver airdropped all the photos of Mr. Evans he could find onto his own phone. He stood up in the center of the room, trapping his cock against his underwear’s waistband. It could be his secret spank bank material,  all he had to do was hide it. 

Wrong. So wrong. Oliver knew it. He had an amazing boyfriend willing to indulge in all his fantasies and likes and yet Oliver was drawn to a person he hadn’t even met. It’s not like Mr. Evans was ever going to dress up or strut in his underwear for Oliver’s pleasure. Though that’s not what Oliver wanted from Mr. Evans, sure it’d be nice, but now Oliver was on a different wavelength. He saw Mr. Evans and immediately got what Caden was into. Mr. Evans probably didn’t simply fuck, he bred women. The image of it in his mind made Oliver cum on the spot, his cock firing up on his torso. He sprayed himself in multiple long ropes, until his cock had nothing left to give. After a quick clean up Oliver got right back into bed.

The next morning when Oliver got up, his cock felt off the moment he opened his eyes. There was a weight to it when he moved his legs to sit up, and then a heft as he sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, Oliver spotted the huge bulge nestled between his legs. He stood up right away expecting a sock to drop out, as a possible prank by Caden, but to no avail. His cock throbbed under the boxer-briefs slick material and Oliver realized he truly felt that friction. Pulling his underwear open, Oliver’s mouth dropped. His cock was soft but curled up almost like a snake and his testicles were double their size. If that wasn’t bad enough his pubes were denser that before, climbing toward his belly button.

Oliver grabbed at his crotch. The flesh monster laying in wait was very real and getting harder under his touch. He retracted his hand and just stared at the growing lump in his underwear. “A bigger, better, fatter, cock for fucking...breeding.”  A voice in Oliver’s head whispered. His own head voice for sure, but it sounded different. And his cock outright throbbed when the word ‘breeding’ was mentioned. Oliver’s legs even felt a bit weak at the word.

Caden began to stir, probably sensing Oliver’s absence in bed. He turned with a sleepy smile, “Feeling yourself in the morning? I always wondered if people with big dick’s grabbed them just to feel it sometimes?” Caden nuzzled the pillow. Oliver was shocked that Caden made no reaction to his new size. He turned to his phone for a split second and as he looked, a picture of Mr. Evans appeared as the background. Oliver snatched the phone up quickly. When had he even done that? Glancing at the picture made his cock and balls feel even heavier in his underwear. He tossed it aside and hopped back in the bed with Caden.

After that day things didn’t exactly go back to normal. Oliver kept the pictures on his phone; they sort of compelled him in a way he couldn't describe, more than a fuzzy feeling, a true yearning for something beyond the subject of the photos themselves. Strangely he never got the urge to even look at the photos when he was with Caden. Caden had this way of wrapping Oliver's attention even when they were talking about mundane stuff. Whenever Caden wasn’t around though, and Oliver’s mind wandered for too long, he’d make his way back to the photos. 

Oliver’s eyes would stay transfixed on Mr. Evan’s form and stance in each photo, the way his shoulders sat, where his weight was centered, and how his muscle rested etc. There was a bit of envy forming in Oliver wanting to exude that power. It was in an English class though when a random classmate said, “Have you been working out?”

“No?” Oliver would respond, getting up to leave.

“Ah my mistake, I thought you looked a bit bigger.”

Back at his dorm, Oliver would confirm that he had indeed packed on muscles, standing shirtless in front of his mirror flexing. Very odd as he hadn’t done anything for it, sure he was jealous of the look Mr. Evans had, but the teen hadn't gone out of his way to actively pursue a change. The longer he looked the more he fell in love with how his body now presented. It was a small step closer to the ideal of Mr. Evans. “I’m sure girls can’t keep their hands off Mr. Evans. We gotta keep making gains so that people will want to fuck us.” the voice in Oliver’s head. Deep in his heart, Oliver was only interested in one person wanting to fuck him, but his mind was focused on something else: looks, vibes, and presentation. 

The gym became a daily routine in Oliver’s life. This was more than the casual sports him and Caden were used to. Oliver developed a full workout regimen to keep his body growing. And boy was his body GROWING, alarmingly one would say if they ever gave it more than 3 seconds of attention. Oliver wasn’t giving it any thought either, after a workout he’d go to his dorm and stare at the pictures of Mr. Evans as if they were posters. As long as his body was a step closer to his idol he didn’t question much else. When around Caden it became painstakingly obvious that Oliver had gone up a size in clothes, his dress style was different, and he was even growing a beard. Oliver shut that last one down straight away; he had no intentions of  maintaining facial hair, though just a look at Mr. Evan’s later and the hair grew back overnight. 

By the end of the school year though Oliver could not express exactly what, he knew there was something up with Mr. Evan’s photos. Several months of dedicated study and examination had crafted his body into an imitation. Over the summer break he cut his hair shorter, let his beard become more than stubble, comparing himself to the photos printed on his bedroom wall at home. When school came back in session and it neared fall break, there was something still missing, an aspect he couldn’t access through photos alone. As he sat with Caden, preparing for midterms in Caden’s dorm, a chill ran along his spine, there was a question on Caden’s lips. For Oliver a heavy weight filled the air as tension rose for an audience of one: Oliver. 

Caden’s eyes sparkled as he gleefully asked, “You wanted to visit my home for fall break?” there was a slight twinge in Caden’s voice, leeway for Oliver to reach out for. Caden was presenting the fact Oliver could also invite him to his place for the break. That was it. That was Oliver’s out from a rope that was tying itself around his neck. However Oliver answered, “I’d love too!” He couldn't miss the opportunity to meet the real Mr. Evans in person; he had to experience the man whose mere photos got him in a tizzy. However with that response Oliver knew, it was with his very own hands he had tightened the noose on his neck. There’d be no escaping, he'd be fully entrapped in whatever was laid next for him.

Muddy roads lead the way to Caden’s house, The Autumn weather had graced the lands with a rainstorm that thankfully Caden and Oliver had only caught the tail end of. Howling winds weren’t enough to grip Oliver’s attention as he only heard Caden’s warm voice talking lovingly about the farm. Under his calm demeanor, Oliver heard the rush of his blood grow more intense as a house in the distance grew closer. Every second was a moment closer to the man Oliver had only seen as an image. When the man was there in the flesh, what would happen? While he was with Caden it was as if the anticipation was unable to grip Oliver’s heart, but by now he had an inkling of what was waiting for him. After last year’s insane body transformation, a small additional growth spurt, and change in style, there was something more on the horizon. Oliver however was gripped in his conversation with Caden, the inevitable fear almost seemed impossible with Caden around.

As they arrived the first thing they noticed was the storm door flying open, having been left unlocked. Wind chimes were blowing wildly in the air. The farm looked a bit tossed about, even from Oliver’s perspective as a newcomer.

“Dad!” Caden shouted rushing into the house and Oliver followed; he spotted Caden’s worry and didn’t think twice about rushing into the home. As the two burst into the living room, Caden gave a quick look around, then rushed back into the kitchen. Shutting the main door Oliver was able to quell some of the strong winds that had snuck in tossing papers about. Caden came back to the living room, then rushed up stairs, his footsteps clear as day moving from one room to another. 

“I don’t think he’s in here.” Caden came back walking down the steps calmer than he went up. He turned his head towards the window “Maybe he’s at the barn?”

 The two made their way over, slightly covering their face with their arms, perchance of any debris flying toward them. As they got to the large door, Caden did a rapid two knock then slower three knocks. Soon after, the door came open and standing there was Mr. Evans, real as day. Oliver’s mouth ran dry seeing the man talk and move about. Though his flannel was blue and his jeans were dark,  Mr. Evans was wearing the exact same cowboy hat, looking every bit the part. Large portions of his clothing were wet.

Father and son had embraced each other in a hug and had been greeting each other, Oliver turned back in to hear. 

“I was about to go for a ride, when the storm tore through here.” He squinted his eyes at the sky, before turning back towards the barn, chickens ran around pecking at the floor, while two horses were sequestered in the back in the stable. “The lighting and thunder gave Maverick a fright.”  His deep voice was just as perfect as Oliver expected.

“Dad’s horse.” Caden turned and explained to Oliver. 

“I’m telling ya. I don’t know what got into him. He’s never liked storms, but he was really not having it today. It took forever to get him in here.”  Mr. Evans used a hand to show off his wet clothes. Then he playfully rolled his eyes with a smile, “Of course Rocket went in just fine.”

“My horse.” Caden beamed.

Oliver gave a light laugh, “I knew you had a horse, but how did I not know his name was Rocket?”

Caden’s eyes went anywhere but to Oliver, “Did I forget to mention that?”

“You very much did?” Oliver laughed again.”I’m surprised it’s not a plant name.”

“Okay, look I was 10 at the time and rockets were cool. Way cooler than even plants.” Caden stated, but it was clear he was flustered. And then when I realized changing the name seemed a hassle.”

“Or maybe you just liked the name,” Mr. Evans added, throwing in the long held parental tradition of embarrassing his kid as Caden clearly had no comeback. 

“This is Oliver.” Caden stated.

“Oh so this is the young man who’s captured my boy’s heart, put her there.” Mr. Evans stuck out a hand that Oliver gladly shook. It was a bit rough and large enough to swallow Oliver’s own. It was as if he hadn’t grown at all, that’s how small he felt.

Caden continued on as the handshake broke, no doubt trying to change the subject, which Oliver was definitely storing the revelation of ‘Rocket’, away for jokes later. Oliver sat back and listened, not wanting to interfere. As the banter went on Caden found a quick excuse to get the hell out of there, before he got even more embarrassed. He promised to bring the bags in and though Oliver offered to help Caden, insisted he stay here as he was not going to talk about Rocket. Oliver grinned as Caden walked away. When Caden’s squishy footsteps in the mud became barely audible, that’s when Oliver ‘woke back up’ to his situation. The man was here. The man was real.

Mr. Evans had walked back further into the barn and was soothing his horse, running his hand softly on its head , whispering “it’s okay.” Oliver walked over to join him, his eyes unable to do anything other than ogle the man. “Does he use that voice after he’s fucked the shit out of women?”  Oliver couldn’t help but think about it. Mr. Evans’ head turned to him and Oliver was immediately glad the man couldn’t read minds.

“You ever help calm a horse, son?”  Mr. Evans asked. A simple and innocent question and yet his voice still bore its way into Oliver’s very being. 

“No sir,” Oliver answered, his own voice almost mimicking the father's.

With a slight head nod, towards Maverick, Mr. Evans beckoned Oliver closer. The two stood on either side of the horse. Mr. Evans stopped rubbing his hand on the horse's head, letting Oliver take over. As Oliver worked on that Maverick lowered his head. A wonderful bonding moment for the two, or it should have been. The entire while Oliver had been examining the barn where the hay was stacked, where it was laid, where the pole beams were. He wondered if Mr. Evans fucked women out here. Oliver could almost see two bodies moving on top of the hay. Turn his head a bit to the left, those same two bodies standing upright, no clothes except for shoes and the cowboy hat as Mr. Evan would pound himself into the woman he was with, as she used a beam to support herself. A pure animalistic type of fucking. Oliver tried to fight against it even as the moans and grunts began to sound as if they were right on his ear, overpowering whatever the real Mr. Evans was saying.

There was never any resistance that Oliver could give. He spent most of a year having his desire drawn to an image. Any resistance to the real thing was surely chipped away. Oliver was nothing more than a pot left on the stove ready to boil over. He was going to explode. His cock was impossibly hard, begging for release, and under the sounds of sex, he could hear tearing… was his clothes coming apart? Oliver couldn’t take it, Mr. Evan’s voice, the sex fantasies, the sensation of his body tearing through his clothes. Overstimulation at its finest.

Oliver exploded.

Oscar Sanchez came during the best nut of his life, dumping a load down his wife’s throat. He put a hand to his hair expecting curls, but was surprised to find them missing. Shaking his head he dismissed the strange feeling as he and his wife continued at it. Eventually his alarm went off: Time for a House visit. He sighed, peeling his way out of his bedroom. Only after his shower when he was standing in the mirror did it hit him. He was Oscar, but he had been Oliver. In one memory, almost like a dream, he had been in the Evans’ barn as a young man. Strange, as Oscar had been there many times as a doctor. He got dressed and headed out. The way was familiar as always but he arrived unhindered by the muddy roads. When he got out of his vehicle Mr. Evans was waiting for him with a cocky smile.

“Took ya long enough?” He wrapped Oscar in a hug.

“Well when you're the best vet in town, it takes a minute.” Oscar added.

“You’re the only vet,” Mr. Evans replied, “Now get your ass to the barn, gotta make sure Maverick isn’t feeling sick and it was just nerves from the storm.” As the men made their way over talking about life, Oscar shared the good news his wife was pregnant. Congratulations were given as the two got to the barn and coming out was Caden. 

“Maverick really calmed down now, and the chickens are out, so hopefully it was just nerves.”

Oscar had met Caden many times before. Hadn’t he?  That just made sense and he’d never thought much of it but now that whole ‘Oliver’ dream felt like more than a passing fancy. Caden was real. Caden was here. His perfect handsome boyfriend, who had the audacity to name a horse, Rocket. Oscar Sanchez, who had never once had any inclination towards men could not deny how his cock became a divining rod, hard and pointed straight at Caden. With a cock like Oscar’s he couldn’t simply hide his arousal, anyone could tell. However neither Caden nor Mr. Evans’ brought attention to it, much more appropriately worried about the horse. Dr. Sanchez got to work, ignoring the need coming from his cock; he was a professional after all. Though every now and then his eyes couldn’t help but find Caden making his cock twitch and even his ass feel weird. 

When everything checked out as good, the worry was over. Mr. Evans left for a second, his farm was still a mess, while Caden stayed. The moment the man was gone. Dr. Sanchez shut the barn door and his lips were on Caden as he tore off his nice clothes flinging them away. Caden had a shock on his face as he moved his head back at first, but Dr. Sanchez quickly found those lips again and this time Caden didn’t pull back. The two were on each other. Oscar couldn’t deny how right it felt. Even if there was no curly hair on his head for Caden to appreciate, and instead a new beard that constantly grazed Caden’s skin; it all worked. Two nude bodies were in the barn, craving each other and not one was female as Oliver once envisioned. Oscar wanted Caden so badly his cock was dripping precum all over the barn floor as they moved around twisting bodies like a faux-dance. Neither said anything as words didn’t feel right, anything that needed to be said was communicated through their eyes;  they needed and wanted this. 

When they collapsed onto the hay, Oscar’s cock found Caden’s hole and nudged at it before sinking fully in with the thrust of a hips. Larger and thicker than what Caden was used to, but Oscar knew he could handle it. Oscar's body went on autopilot as his hips worked their magic, fucking Caden was like second nature. Caden’s muscled ass absorbed each impact as it resounded throughout the barn. Like an animal in a rut Oscar didn’t let up, pushing his cock deeper into Caden. Surprisingly, Oscar came quicker than he meant too, but Caden’s ass was milking the load out of him. All good for Oscar because he wanted his kids pushed deep inside Caden. Oscar had a wave of exhaustion come over him, but Caden patted his thigh and motioned toward a pillar. Much like a vision a young man had in the barn once, Dr. Sanchez found himself standing and holding onto the pillar for support while Caden entered him from behind. 

Oscar Sanchez had never taken a dick or wanted a dick up his ass, but there was no denying his unbreached hole was opening easily for Caden’s cock. Caden buried himself to the hilt and Oscar Sanchez experienced a litany of emotions, not a single one negative. He was getting fucked by Caden, the world was even more perfect than it had been before. Eventually Caden held up one of Oscar's thick legs at the thigh and pressed their bodies together, chest to back in an upright position. Moans were freely escaping, Oscar's mouth Mr. Evans had to hear them, yet he never showed. Oscar wasn’t complaining he wanted more; he had completely devolved into a bitch in heat. He wanted Caden’s cum firing inside of him. The same successful fuck he’d gotten to have, of when a person knows they’ve bred a partner utterly and completely. 

“Ahhhhhhh!” Caden came and Oscar felt his virginal hole get christined with Caden’s cum, a smile formed on his lips with his eyes closed. He wanted to fall back into the hay and cuddle Caden. Suddenly the world fell away in a grasp. Caden’s body warmth was gone and so were the noises of the barn. Oscar opened his eyes to find himself back in bed with his wife cuddled beside him, her belly larger than before.

—--

Salvino household - Present Day 

“Fucking triplets, can you believe it?” Oscar rubbed his chin. 

“I can,” Bryce muttered. “You’re too damn horny for your own good.” 

Jesse rubbed his temple, “Wait, so you forgot for a moment you were Oliver. Explain that?”

Yusuf snorted, “Not much for him to explain. He nutted so hard he forgot who he was for a minute.”

Oscar held up his hands, “In my defense Rosa was sucking the HELL out of my cock. How could I not think that was real? You guys just weren’t fortunate enough to wake up during sex.”

With a roll of his eyes,Yusuf added, “As if. Oliver, practically edged himself so hard he nutted you into existence. Fortune had nothing to do with it.” 

Rolling his tongue over his teeth Oscar gave a cheeky smile.”Look you guys were around that man for a few days at most. Then changed. I stared at his picture for a year. You guys should be impressed.”

“I literally grew up with the man as my neighbor.” Tom added.

“Okay but, he wasn’t who he is now?” Oscar threw back, “If he had that divorce earlier and you changed at the same rate, maybe we could applaud that, but essentially you transformed over what…a summer break give or take a few months? So really I'm just saying I’m the smartest coolest person here.”

The other men groaned, apparently it was a claim they heard often.  Oscar pointed at Yusuf, “And once you hear his story, you’re going to agree.” He finished by turning to Jesse

Yusuf scoffed, “I’ll admit my story isn’t quite like the others but that’s just how it is.”

—

Yasin Kemal 

Yasin Kemal was an everyday jogger. He had a common routine he liked to stick to even after graduating college. He knew his routes, he knew the people he often saw on those routes, whether it was through the park or local neighborhoods, Yasin was focused.  He had a strong sense of smell and knew all the routes to smell fresh food and/ or nature. He could close his eyes and just fade. There were only a few brief moments when his eyes would drift away. As a student, seeing another person in his college’s attire from sweat shirts to shorts caught his attention. He’d give a quick nod before continuing on with his journey, a short show of acknowledgement. Though these days the familiarity didn’t mean much to him. 

There was this one guy, however, in Yasin's mind. He’d started noticing the stranger during morning jogs senior year. They’d have their quick exchanges as they moved past each other headed in opposite directions. Too often, they were across the park, or on different sides of the road and were unable to do much else. He never thought much of it at the time. There were other people he’d seen, a group of girls, a couple of guys, even a few groups of elderly people getting their exercise in. But then came the day when Yaisn found himself jogging down the same path in the park the stranger was jogging up. Yasin had to admit the guy was kinda cute up close, but what truly grabbed Yasin’s attention was how wonderful the stranger smelled. As if a fresh fruit basket had woven itself into the morning dew. He did the normal exchange, but as the scent hit his nose, he whipped his neck and full stop to see the guy jogging away. Yasin's eyes couldn’t help but lock on to the ass bouncing away with the guy. 

After that, Yasin began noticing the guy even on campus. He even was able to learn the stranger’s name as they became passing acquaintances. Caden. A standard name, but to Yasin it was wonderful, he got a small smile just thinking about it and the wonderful cologne he used. Sadly their relationship didn’t grow much past that before graduation came. However, Yasin soon came to find out, Caden had not immediately moved back home like so many others as he found Caden out jogging months later. Turned out both had elected to stay in the college town for independent reasons. Yasin simply saw it as a better opportunity jobwise and Caden had a fascination with the city having grown up on a farm. 

The two became jogging buddies but it was really only in the second year post college that Yasin made a pass at Caden. They had sweated up a storm on a morning run, Yasin's eyes were transfixed, watching Caden lift up the hem of his own shirt to wipe the droplets clinging to his forehead and hair. The words exploded out from there. Yasin could no longer contain his desire. He knew Caden liked guys, but Caden had always been so vague about his past relationships, always light on the details. Was Caden that unbothered by his past relationships or so emotionally scarred he swiftly dumped their names out of his head? Fear of being on the receiving end of Caden’s perceived carelessness had put Yasin’s guard up for a while, but all things will eventually come to a head. Yasin decided in the moment he asked Caden out he didn’t care if he’d be one of those forgotten names, because it’d be worth it. 

“Would you like to go on a date?” lingered in the air, long after Yasin asked the question. Rushing blood, and a thumping heart were the only things Yasin could hear as Caden’s smile grew wider until he was planting a kiss straight on Yasin’s lips. 

Months passed in happy bliss as Yasin got to enjoy visiting Caden and getting to know him on a deeper level. They were over at each other’s apartments constantly, Caden often recommended Yasin get more plants, while Yasir was constantly amazed by the number of plants Caden had in his own place. Yasir was more surprised with how Caden even afforded the plants with his under-paying apprenticeship at a floral shop. Most of the plants in Caden’s apartment weren’t even flowers, so it’s not like he was receiving a discount. The more they got to know each other Yasin learned that plants were just something Caden valued and let himself nerd over. Caden didn’t buy new shoes, fancy clothes, fawn over cars, or take stock in new tech devices as some men might. Plants were his priority. 

Yasin thought it was weird, but everyone had weird shit about them. Yasin loved watching Caden’s eyes light up when he learned a new plant fact, or brought another one home. The more time Yasin spent with Caden the less he understood why he had even considered Caden as a callous person. Yasin made an attempt to REALLY listen when Caden talked about his past relationships. Besides never mentioning them by name, Caden had the same care and consideration as he did when he talked about other people, his friends, his dad, his mentors at work. Always nice words, but never names attached and beyond that Caden’s memory seemed fuzzy.

It had to be Caden was truly forgetful. Yasin couldn’t wrap his head around Caden leaving out his ex’s name maliciously. Once, Yasin tried to press Caden further on it. Caden mentioned a past boyfriend bought him flowers in conversation. Yasin asked, who, what kind, when? Caden seemed to get stuck on who he was contemplating, then concluded he must have mixed up details; perhaps it was Thomas who had bought him flowers. Odd that Caden had a stronger memory about his straight best friend’s and their love lives than his own.Regardless of the reasons why, Yasin realized it wasn’t important. Caden was a great guy and they always had a wonderful time together. What more could one need?

When it came to sex though, Yasin became a scent kind of guy. He never thought he was. Sure he had a sharper smell than most but after jogging, after the gym, after a shower, Caden was like catnip to Yasin. Yasin was amazed to learn Caden always smelled like outside with a hint of sweet. Perhaps it was the years of growing up on a farm that permeated in his skin for that dirt smell, but Yasin would have sworn, Caden used some cologne for the slight hint of fruit oh himself. Once dating however, Yasin never once saw Caden use cologne or even slightly scented flowery soap. The young man’s musk naturally had a sweetness infused into it. Never once was it overwhelming, but Yasin was attuned to the slight hint. How could he not try to get his nose into every crack and crevice Caden’s body held. Chest, pits, ass, and balls. Yasin didn't know he could be so raunchy but when given full access to Caden’s body; He was licking, sniffing, huffing like a true animal in heat.

When Caden revealed the kind of talk that turned him on Yasin had to admit he was a bit surprised, but no big deal for him. The fact that Caden got so hard from it, whether top or bottom, got Yasin to be a quick fan of it. A sure way to get Caden going. Time ticked on for the two as they enjoyed living on their own, away from family as a couple. 

Their second Christmas together was when Caden invited Yasin out to the farm. Apparently Mr. Evans was having a big bash. Caden had made a few solo trips home for the previous holidays while Yasin normally did the same. But last Thanksgiving, Yasin was ready to have their relationship progress and invited Caden home. In return, Caden thought it was only fair to do the same for the next holiday. However Yasin, went back home for a few days leading up to Christmas to placate his family, while Caden returned straight to the farm.

That’s how Yasin found himself flying out on Christmas Day alone. The ticket was surprisingly cheaper and the flight barely had people on it. When Yasin walked out to the overcast skies dropping snow flurries he took a deep breath. He was about to do this. The airport had been deserted and so was the terminal. The sound of Yasin's shoes on the concrete and his suitcase’s wheels were the only noise echoing throughout  the place. Every breath he took in the cold open space produced a puff of white air from his mouth. He shivered where he stood attempting to bury himself deeper into his semi puffy coat.  

Thankfully a single truck driving up the road was his saving grace. Yasin smiled as the car pulled up to him, but was surprised to not see Caden behind the wheel. Instead there was a large mountain of a man, placing the car in park. Took a moment for it to click for Yasin, having only seen the stranger on Caden’s facetime  or heard his voice. The man was Mr. Evans, Caden’s dad. Yasin certainly found the man attractive but there was a difference seeing his body move. The way he stepped out of the truck, boots clomping onto the ground, and how he closed the door to his truck, then strutted over to Yasin with a smile, all of it was mesmerizing to Yasin. However Yasin had never been a visual person, looks were nice and he was wowed but no matter of physical attractiveness was going to do more than impress him. 

“You must be Yasin!” The large man shook Yasin’s hand, engulfing the younger male’s entire palm in one swift motion. “I’m Mr. Evans, nice to  finally meet you. Caden talks about you 24/7.”

Yasin was certain even with his darker skin, he was blushing at Mr. Evans’ words. “Well it’s nice to hear that. And it’s nice to meet you too…SIR!”  Yasin cleared his throat before seeing the last word. He suddenly felt the pressure to perform his best self for his boyfriend's dad. 

“Here let me help you with your bag.” Mr. Evans slightly bent down and grabbed the large suitcase out of Yasin’s hand.  As the older male did so, he had to intrude upon Yasin’s personal space.  His body came into close proximity and Yasin got a full force of what he had only gotten hints of: Mr. Evans’ scent. Forget his voice and his body, the dude smelled like nature. A smell really reminiscent of Caden's but a bit more primal, unrefined. Yasin's nose twitched slightly as his cock began to rise. 

 “Is Caden alright, I thought he was picking me up?” Yasin pulled out his cellphone to check, wanting to get his mind on something else. 

Mr. Evans effortlessly lifted the suitcase onto the bed of the truck, “Oh he was going to, but whatever he was cooking wasn’t done on time.” The man rested his hand over one of his enormous pecs,  “And trust me while I can do the basics, you don’t want me cooking anything complicated.” 

Yasin finally saw the multiple texts from Caden explaining the same thing, with a quick apology. As Mr. Evans got the truck, Yasin cursed under his breath as he opened the door on his side,  Mr. Evans’ scent was all over inside the vehicle. One step up, Yasin hopped in and closed the door. The ride back had started. 

Only a few times in his life did Yasin feel his sensitivity to smell was a curse. Once, when he visited a landfill, infrequently when people threw up, and other unpleasant smells throughout life. Never once before though had Yasin's nose been berated by a smell so pleasant it was distracting. Yasin had to direct his ever hardening cock down one of his pants legs. Yasin believed if he had a normal nose he wouldn’t even have noticed how the man smelled. Mr. Evans was a well groomed guy from all appearances, but the smell naturally coming from him was beyond potent.

Yasin was sure he could muster a ride to Evan's home, but while the airport may have been clear, many of the roads to get to the small town were not. Mr. Evans was a great host, asking questions about Yasin, but Yasin had no idea what he was answering back because his head was throbbing. Finally Yasin put the window down, as release came and the cold air shocked Yasin back.

“Woah, can we not let the cold air in, haha” Mr. Evans laughed as he put the window back up from the driver’s side. “It’s freezing out there today. Don’t tell me you’re a cold guy?”

Now Yasin could think. His brain was back, but Mr. Evans had a point. The cold hair had swiftly dropped the internal temperature of the car in seconds. Yasin looked over at Mr. Evans finally realising the dude wasn’t even wearing a jacket. Mr. Evans gave the younger male a sympathetic look before saying, “ Here, let me turn the heat up.” As the warming air roared to life the two soon found themselves in a traffic jam. Yasin hadn’t thought much of it at the time, it was Christmas after all. It’d be ridiculous to not suspect a Traffic Jam somewhere. He dozed off completely bored, moving only an inch at a time. 

Slowly a dream came into view for Yasin. Him jogging, hoping to find Caden waiting for him on one of their usual routes. He went from their house, through a park, that led to an off beaten trail. He knew the way like the back of his hand. However as he got to the end of the trail, it didn’t circle back to the city, it went deeper into the woods. Yasin kept assured that Caden was somewhere along the way.  He had to be, Yasin could almost smell him.  As Yasin went further in, the trees, and the foliage grew thicker. This wasn’t his town's woods, somehow he had wandered into a forest. Something about this put Yasin on edge, but he was not truly afraid he knew all he had to do was find something sweet and he'd find Caden. The deeper he went the less that seemed to exist in the forest. Instead Yasin was getting hotter which should have been impossible with the trees' coverage from the sun. The young man began to peel off layers, until he was down in his birthday suit. His cock was hard, swinging in the wind as he walked through the forest. There was no reason Yasin should have been horny, but he was. Immensely so. Was he planning to fuck Caden out there? Perhaps. That made sense, but didn’t explain the moans he heard off in the distance, or why with every step his cock felt heavier. Yasin’s eyes went down, swinging between his legs was something more akin to a club than a penis.

Moans started back up, or perhaps they never left, only quieted as Yasin's attention turned to other matters. This time though Yasin could distinguish the moaning as distinctly female, mostly because there was a much deeper grunt associated with it…causing it.  Yasin didn’t have to ask who the voice was, he knew: Mr. Evans. The moans grew higher in pitch as the unseen woman  and Mr. Evans grew closer to claims. By now, Yasin’s cock was spilling precum in the woods, getting closer to the edge himself. He kept walking. Looking for Caden? Mr.Evans? The woman? He didn’t know. But his cock wouldn’t mind any. The end was approaching as Yasin’s balls pulled up as the woman's voice reached its highest pitch, and he unloaded.

Yasin snapped awake, as the car honked its horn. They were still in the traffic jam. As he woke though, Yasin immediately felt differently, for one Mr. Evans' smell had returned even stronger. Then there were his pants, not only was there a growing wet patch; they were extremely tight. Tight enough that Yasin could see the outline of his penis twitching against his leg as it shot out more. No space existed in Yasin’s pants that wasn’t filled to the brim with leg muscles. Eyes traveling up, Yasin noticed his jacket had shrunk. A longer stare and he realised that was incorrect. His midriff was bare because he was taller and his own upper body muscles were making the coat seem small and ridiculous on him. Yasin had always stayed in shape, but there was now a brawniness to all of him

Worst of it all? Yasin was still growing, he could hear it, hell he could see it, his clothes beginning to reach their limit. There was an ever growing internal disconnect matching Yasin’s physical growth. Yasin felt like an invader in his own body and there was that smell to remind him he wasn’t. He wanted to shout, to verbalize to Mr. Evans he needed aid, nothing left his mouth but a grunt of his own as his eyes went over as he properly woke up.

“Oh, I know it’s a bit hot.” Mr. Evans smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt. Apparently the man had done it to quite a few while Yasin was asleep, as his bare chest was out in the open, a sheen of sweat glossed over it. Yasin licked his lips staring at the dollop nipples. They were begging to be sucked on. Pecs big enough to nurse an entire village.

“He smells like aftersex. Did he fuck some chick while I was  out? Nah, He just naturally smells like that when overly sweaty.”  A stream of thoughts berated Yasin’s brain. “But If he did you know she’d be knocked up.” The tears in Yasin’s clothes grew larger as his muscles wanted to make themselves known. His chest pushed up and out, causing the zipper of his jacket to unzip. The widening of his shoulders forced the seams to come apart as his arms bulked, reducing the remaining bits to straps.  As for what should have been his pants? Completely obliterated. No underwear either. Even his shoes had been torn apart by monstrous feet.

Yasin had been attune and sensitive to scents, aromas, pheromones, BO, perfumes, cologenes etc. all his life. While some were more overwhelming than others, Yasin never thought much of them. Then he met Caden and experienced something new. A smell that could make his heart flutter and his cock unload. Mr. Evans’ scent had no grip on Yasin’s heart, but his cock was in a chokehold. A smell similar to Caden’s, but more aggressive…dominant. Yasin thought on it, perhaps Caden’s scent had alway been just as dominant but always subdued. However, Mr. Evans was naturally unfettered. Even now. The man was happy talking away, as he personally fumigated the car blissfully unaware. 

“Finally moving!” Mr. Evans tapped on the wheel as the car barely inched on the road.

Yasin couldn’t hold back anymore he leaned over and began sucking on Mr. Evans muscle tits. Nose deep on that pectoral muscle, Yasin’s face began to morph in response to the even closer proximity. Unable to pull away, the most Yasin could muster was to look at Mr. Evans and plead. However, though Yasin’s eyes landed on the older male, Mr. Evans' face was unbothered, eyes locked on the road. An attempt to make a sound, only came out as a moan, and the pec popped in his mouth. 

“I know, these people need to keep going.” Mr Evans exasperated as if in response to an actual statement Yasin said. All the while Yasin’s mind unravelled, drowned so deeply in Mr. Evans’ scent with no hope to escape.

By the time the pickup truck fully stopped in front of the farm, Yasin burst out of the car, feet slamming down. Any clothes he had on were nothing but scraps. The young man was twice his size from that morning, and his bare skin was exposed to the cold. Snow flurries fell down and immediately melted upon touching Yasin’s body. Yasin had one simple thought, “Find Caden, FUCK.” The young man charged towards the house, a bull in heat. 

“I’ll bring your bag in!” Mr. Evans shouted out. 

Door unlocked, Yasin stepped into the house ready to …“Fuck. Breed. Reproduce.” His thoughts answered. Logically, it made no sense, but Yasin was running on PURE sex drive.  How could anyone be around Mr. Evans and not? When he broke past the doorway, there was a light change in atmosphere. Yasin smelt the food from the kitchen, and saw the Christmas tree in the background. Most of the decorations had been set up, stockings, streamers, even a mistletoe in the kitchen and living room doorway.   Currently though Caden was there on the stairs wrapping tinsel on the railing. What made it all the more striking was Caden’s smell throughout the entire place. Mr. Evans’ scent was still there, it was his home after all,  but after a day of cooking and setting up Caden to work up a nice sweat of his own. Unfortunately Yasin's brain was truly cooked, nothing was going to stop him but it did provide some clarity.  

“Hey,” A smile grew on Caden’s face, “I didn’t even get to the pie yet. How was the ride back with dad? I almost have everything ready for the party.”

Panting Yasin managed to say, “I NEED YOU.” Each word was steeped in lust and desire. The two locked eyes and Caden automatically knew.  They’d had enough horny tryst for the meaning to immediately come across.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Caden nodded upstairs before rushing in that direction.Yasin charged after his boyfriend,his own ass and cock never having felt more ready for what was about to happen. Caden’s bedroom door slammed shut. Yaisn had stripped the remainder of his clothes to the floor. The two locked lips, while Caden took much longer disrobing actual clothes. The first coherent thought Yasin found himself able to have was,  Caden, I love this. I love your room. I love us.” 

Their bodies crashed into one another constantly pulling the other closer. Roaming hands couldn’t get enough of the other’s body. For Yasin, it was like he was experiencing Caden’s body for the first time, smaller under his larger hands. Another coherent, but brief, thought came into his head, “Why didn’t Caden ask about my clothes?” But with every kiss it got further and further away. There was a more permanent thought branded into his brain by Mr. Evans scent - IMPREGNATE. Breeding was the purest form of fucking a man could do, and Yasin was certainly a man. 

He pushed Caden onto the bed causing the farm boy to smile and laugh. Yasin paused for a moment climbing on the bed. Caden was a man too, he certainly deserved to breed as well. Changing tactics, Yasin climbed on top of Caden, kissing his way up until his large brown ass rested safely on Caden’s crotch. One hand back, and Yasin soon had a cock throbbing between his cheeks, a hot dog and its buns. He’d kiss forward, then push back, making the cock slide along his crack. Yasin glutes were still expanding and managed to nestle Caden’s cock between themselves. Biting his lips, Yaisn felt what was once wisps of hair when he burst out of the car, now more fuller and thicker. A beard was taking over Yasin’s lower jaw. Better than ecstasy, Yaisn sat up reveling in it, roaming his hands over his chest letting the hair forming on his pecs take over and spread out. As the growing male repositioned, Caden’s cock, without any positioning or preparation slid right in.

“AHHHHHHH!” Yasin roared out, not in pain, but immense pleasure. In the exact second, Caden’s cock was buried to the hilt, Yasin’s beard exploded in full force jawline completely lost in black tangles. A strange contradiction was occurring. Yasin’s ass transformation should have left it as new and tight as a drum and yet the simple prodding of Caden’s cock caused the ass to open up and give way as it had countless times before. The strange sensation to Yasin felt like his newly formed anal walls were spasming at the sudden intrusion.  All the while there was a fat brown turkish cock laying on Caden’s abdomen. Not odd, on its own, but the fact it had twice the girth from that morning and was lengthening past Yasin’s usual size, should have commanded attention. Yasin moaned feeling his cock inch its way up the valley of Caden’s abs

When Yasin began to fuck himself on top of Caden, that’s when the real fun started. Yasin’s cock didn’t simply bounce off of Caden– it slammed down. A strong constant meaty thud of skin slapping replayed in the room. Repeated wet spots were left on Caden’s torso as the fat cock head spat precum wherever it touched down. Soon Caden had a nice glaze on that portion of his body.

Yasin had no idea if Mr. Evans could hear them. Had he even entered the house yet? Yasin didn’t care either way. Caden was giving as good as he got it, Thrusting his legs up to push deeper into Yasin’s tighter ass.This was certainly a sound the father had never heard before, two men breeding.  

“Damn, you’re even hornier today than I thought? Trying to get knocked up in my bedroom, with my dad downstairs.” Caden’s voice was heavy, no doubt turned on by just saying the words. 

“MMMMMMM,” Yasin moaned until it sounded more akin to a low guttural growl. “Yeah man, Your kids are only going to the place tonight.” Yasin leaned down, wrapping his arms around Caden and taking a whiff at his lover’s neck. A wave of calm finally nicked at his horny thoughts, but in the middle of sex no way would Yasin stop. “And then, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, stuff you with my kids and see what surprise you give us in 9 months.”

“Holy shit,” Caden shivered from his head to the tip of his toes, turned on even more. While Yasin had certainly engaged with the fantasy, he had never gone that hard. The farm boy however found the will to collect himself and continue the talk, “Sounds nice. But you’ll be the one with the bigger surprise.”

A smirk came on Yasin’s face that he couldn’t wipe off as he sat back up onto Caden’s lap. His body had gone into autopilot at hearing Caden’s words. Not a happy or playful smirk. Yasin couldn’t tell if Caden sensed it, but Yasin knew his smirk meant one thing: Prove it. A wordless challenge of dominance. Nothing Yasin would have ever done before but his new body and mind were running on something different. Pressing his cock down with his thumbs onto Caden, Yasin got himself off, frotting on Caden’s stomach.

By the time Caden came, he flooded Yasin’s ass. Yasin thought it would never stop, and that his stomach was indeed getting heavier from Caden’s cumshot. But that was fine because Yasin was gonna fuck his shit and it started with him coming on Caden’s chest. As Yasin closed his eyes and began to reach his edge, the perfect mental image of spewing all over Caden was replaced by some tight pussy snatching his cock up. He tried to switch it back to Caden, but some past memory of a girl he fucked kept nudging its way in there. Until that was the only image. He tried to remove his cock in the image but he couldn’t, the pussy had a vice grip on him…no that wasn’t quite it, his cock was rammed in and too fat to pull out. Upon this realization Yasin came deep into some girl's womb. He opened his eyes, to find his giant cock twitching in the air and Caden completely spotless. That wasn’t right, Caden should have been caked in his cum, imagination be damned. Yasin had certainly nutted, but whatever came out was gone. “Greedy bitch,” he muttered. Although it sounded completely nonsensical Yasin was sure whatever pussy he had buried himself in stole a load meant for Caden.

“Wassat, Yusuf??” Caden said half dazed and elated.

The name was said and it clicked in Yusuf’s head, undisturbed. Yasin was floating around for some reason, but he was Yusuf. Fucking women made sense, he done that countless times.  As to why he had another dude’s cock up his ass was the question. Better Question: why did it feel good and his stomach bloated? 

“Alright your turn, stud.” the other male panted. Yusuf wasn’t into dudes and had to admit the other guy looked hot laying there waiting for him. His body was moving into a position even if he wasn’t ready for it. Their lips met and soon Yusuf didn’t care if he was a dude. There was a promise, a bet, in the back of his mind to fill this dude up with his cum. Even if that wasn’t there, his base instict did run on something more sensual, a familiar phrase: Fuck. Breed. Reproduce. Also there was a good scent putting him in the mood.

And while there were no women to effectively put that in action, Caden was here. And just who the fuck was Caden? Yusuf shouldn’t have had any idea. He knew Mr. Evans via a chance meeting at a home improvement store  and was aware he had a son but not more than that., His brain began to provide him with answers, but that could be put on the back burner after he came. His head wasn’t clear if his balls weren’t empty and that was most of the time.

Yusuf was a large man, and didn't take much for his frame to swallow up Caden’s as he leaned over him on the bed. This time though he got his feet on the ground and pulled Caden to the edge of the bed. He rammed his cock into Caden, impaling the poor young man on a pillar of cock. “Well shit, your ass was gluttonous for this,”  He gave an assured satisfied smirk this time. Barely any warning, he just began fucking the shit out of Caden. It’s not that Yusuf couldn't be a gentleman, but with this peculiar tryce, his body refused. His mind was dead set into pumping his offspring inside Caden in the rawest way possible. He wasn’t doing something as boring as simply having sex, or plain as fucking. They were baby-making, a primal and true act. And when they locked eyes off and on, Yusuf kinda felt like they were love-making. 

Whatever that special tension was, the room seemed to smell even better after every glance exchange if the guy were leaking pheromones. Unable to withstand it all, Yusuf had to flip Caden around. He couldn’t think about why he was in this guy's room, why his heart fluttered at the sight of him, why he was fucking the dude,  or even Why Yusuf had cum up his ass that wasn’t coming out because his ass was sealed up. Nope, Yusuf simply needed to get off and everything would make sense.  He fucked Caden doggy style, playing with and sniffing his brown locks, truly rutting him, until Yusuf’s legs began to shake and he dumped his load in Caden. He wrapped his arms around Caden's torso,  Head resting on Caden’s neck. Eyes closed, Yusuf wanted to enjoy cumming inside this dude. His hands grazed Caden’s chest down to his abdomen. Felt like Caden’s stomach was pressing out with every jerk of Yusuf’s cock.  A hot fantasy for a minute, but then it kept going. Suddenly, Caden’s body was less hard, more supple and his pecs were also pushing out before hanging down. Despite that it was the smell of the room changing that snapped Yusuf’s eyes open. Caden’s smell had disappeared in an instant. Yusuf looked around and he was somewhere completely different. He was lying on a woman’s back. He collapsed onto the bed. He no longer felt bloated, which was fine because it looked like the woman was bloated enough for them both; she was heavily pregnant. The woman also relaxed in bed and turned to him as they smiled at each other. Another fun romp for husband and wife.

With his balls successfully emptied, the answers of who Yasin was came flowing freely into his head. “Oh fuck.” 

Yusuf arrived at The Christmas party at the Evans farm, with his fiancee. He was dressed in a black sweater and dark slacks with loafers. He was typically a man of style along with his future wife but tonight he really had to question that. Because up until today he knew for a fact Mr. Evans had invited them to the party because they were gym buddies. But now there were a set of memories telling him he was Caden’s boyfriend and he was supposed to be on the farm already.

As he helped his wife out of the car, she paused for a moment, “Sweetie, are you okay?” 

“It’s nothing, Ethel. Just not quite feeling like myself.” He smiled holding her hand as they walked up the porch and knocked on the door.

“Can someone get that?” A voice shouted.

The person at the door was neither Mr. Evans nor Caden, but a handsome tall blond man with his own ring around his finger. He smiled at the couple and invited them by introducing himself as Thomas, a long friend of the family. Yusuf entered the house after his wife, and was shocked when there wasn’t a wall of Mr. Evans' scent hitting him. Odd. He remembered how volatile it was in the car for Yasin and how it even existed when he ran into the house, but now…nothing. Yusuf replayed back his memories in the gym he had never once noticed how Mr. Evans smelt. 

Everyone at the party was wearing Christmas sweaters, per Mr. At Evans' request. He thought it would be fun to judge who could find the worse one.  As Yusuf and his wife introduced themselves, he made a mental note that two of the three guys there were married, not including, Mr. Evans.  Yusuf was often used to being the largest guy in the room. However, these men he had never met were exceptionally handsome and married to gorgeous women. They even all had kids, babies and toddlers mostly but goddamn. The men were all like the same person but in different fonts. 

Mr. Evans was in the center of the group finishing a story,  and a scent hit Yusuf’s nose. Caden walked in from the kitchen, sweating and carrying a pie to set down along with the other food. Yusuf couldn’t pull his eyes away from the young man and when he bent over, Yusuf had to tug his pants. Caden disappeared back into the kitchen and Yusuf kissed his wife on the cheek saying, “I'll see if he needs help,” going after him.

The stove and the countertops were cluttered with various sized pot and pans as Caden raced to remove a pot off a burner. The young man took a deep sigh turning all the knobs down. “I don’t know why dad does this?”

“Can I help in some way?” Yusuf moved closer, hands up and with a big smile. He wanted to seem as least imposing as possible, for a man of hsi size often quite difficult, but he didn’t want to push Caden away. He needed answers and he felt like Caden had them. Had the young man somehow placed memories in his head because whatever Yusuf was feeling was more than a dream.

“Oh yes please, I’m going to need to run to the bathroom in a minute. My dad’s going to yap the guests' ears off and forget about the food. We don’t typically have this many people overdo he’s in his element. An extra set of eyes would be appreciated.”

“Hey Caden, I’m Yusuf I know you don’t know me but I have to ask—

“Oh, I know who you are.  My dad said you and your wife were coming, just like I’m guessing he told you my name as well.”

Well no, Yusuf couldn’t ever recall hearing Caden’s name in his memories besides the Yasin ones. Mr. Evans typically said ‘my son’ when referring to the young man. But Enough was enough no more wondering, Yusuf was a man of action.

He stared up at the ceiling and started to talk, “This is going to sound crazy, but I think this morning I was your boyfriend Yasin. It’s like all in my head. Like I know you and the way you smell FUCK, it’s so good and familar. And I know scents, I wouldn’t imagine up a fake one.”  When his eyes came back down to look at Caden, the young man’s eyes were completely gray, swirling with an active mist.

“What the fuck?” Yusuf leaned in.

“Hey, you both doing okay in here?” Thomas walked in and. He stopped as he took in the scene.

“I didn’t do anything to him.” Yusuf stated. 

Thomas clicked his tongue, “Aw shoot, I thought so.”

Suddenly Caden came back, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Yusuf looked on in shock as the young man was back to normal. 

“I think he was just asking about your boyfriend,”  Thomas cut in.

“Oh!” Caden said excited, then filled with a deflated “Oh.” He scratched his head. “I invited him to spend Christmas with me and my dad but…,” Caden's facial expressions danced about as the young man seemed unable to decipher his own emotions. He didn’t finish his story either. “Actually I’m going to take that bathroom break now,”  was all he said before leaving. Thomas calmly walked over to the burners and turned the stove off.

 “We should talk.”

What Yusuf thought would be a one on one  was Thomas collecting the other guys for a cigar break, Minus Mr. Evans as he didn’t smoke.

“Don’t worry this is more of a holiday social thing for me,” Thomas smiled as he lit the cigar. There were two other men with them now Oscar and Bryce smoking their cigars. Yusuf skipped the cigar, wanting only to listen. The small group were situated a good ways up the road and away from the house. Yusuf thought it was to be away from the wife and kids but turns out it was so truths could flow.

There wasn’t much for Yusuf to say; he couldn't deny or combat any of the stories the other men told him. Inside, he just knew it was the truth.

“Fuck, so I AM his boyfriend.” Yusuf stuck his hands in his pockets feeling cold from more than the  winter night air. He raised his head to look at his companions for the evening, “And so were you guys.” Silent nods and puffs of cigar smoke on the wind were all Yusuf got in response. “I love my wife don’t get me wrong but….”

“Caden,” they all said in unison before small grins formed on their faces.

“Sucks, we can't tell him. Whaddya think that’s about?”

“Seems pretty simple to me,” Oscar cut in. “We get to me hot as shit, ready to procreate at a moment’s notice, but our soulmate who’s extremely turned on by that isn’t aware, almost sounds like hell.”

“Xcept it isn’t,” Bryce, a burly gruff man who hadn't spoken much finally let his deep voice ring out. He was the same age as Yusuf, more wisdom behind his eyes than he let on. “We’re not fucking tortured souls. We can have as much pussy as we want whenever we want—”

“Some of us are married.” Thomas held up the ring in his hand. “We can’t all just get our fling to be our girl for the evening.”

“Tsk,” Bryce sucked his teeth, “Like your wife wouldn’t drop her panites if you really wanted it. She can’t resist you. No woman can if you want them and you know it.”

Silence.

All the guys standing there knew it. They could probably walk back in and fuck each other’s wives if the mood took them. 

“And anyways as I was saying,” Bryce continued with his original speech, “Caden’s not off limits or forbidden goods. If you want him, take him. Lord knows he’s eager for it. Only gay kid in town surrounded by DILFS who’ve done the thing he can only fantasize about doing.”

Yusuf’s face dropped into disgust before saying. “I’m not cheating on my wife, and I’m not taking advantage of someone who used to be my boyfriend. Just seems fucked up.”

Thomas sighed, removing the cigar from his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “You shouldn’t look at it like that.” The way his voice came out relayed he had certainly done something with Caden. 

Bryce shrugged his shoulders, “Fine don’t take him, he’ll probably take you. Lord knows he’s taken us for rides.” He popped the Cigar back in his mouth looking back towards the house, it was clear he said all he intended to.

Oscar was kind enough to not leave it there though, “Look you love Caden and Caden loves you, even if he doesn't remember.” The man pressed his fists together, “It’s like a magnetic force bringing us back to him. Whether you like it or not you two will have sex, it’s just a pot waiting to boil over.”

“When the pot does explode try not to turn each other on too much,  unless you intend to feed a lot of mouths.” Thomas chuckled more to himself than Yusuf.

“You guys are crazy, you can’t get away with cheating.” Yusuf stated.

Bryce snorted, as if Yusuf had said the dumbest shit in the world.

“Look,” Thomas’ friendly voice had a harsher undertone, “the same way we try to tell Caden about us but can’t. It's similar if we try to explain to our wives why our relationship with Caden is so important.”

“None of that freaky eye shit,”  Oscar added, “But don’t worry, it’s not like they’ll ever catch you in bed having sex. After you have sex with Caden you’ll wake back up in your bed as if you fucked your wife… like today. Caden won’t remember it either so his conscience isn’t going to eat him up.”

“You guys are unbelievable.” Yusuf stormed away back to the house. As he left the trio, he heard a tired sigh from Thomas, some snickers from Oscar, and nothing more from Bryce. Walking back into the house Mr. Evans was going on about a new story now and he had all the wives' attention. Yusuf watched the way the women, bit their lips, pulled on their clothes, fought to peel their eyes away and focus on their children. The trio was right, any of the men could fuck the wives, and Mr. Evans was no exception. Fortunately, the man just didn’t seem interested; He clearly preferred to be a gregarious host. 

Over to the side, Caden stood between the kitchen and the doorway, leaned to one side of the partition, laughing. There was something in Yusuf’s heart telling him to walk over. He stood on the other side of Caden and leaned against the siding. “Sorry about turning the food off, I had to take a quick step outside.” He gave the young man a full body scan. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes off him. Caden laughed at another joke his dad told, while Yusuf appraised him.

“No worries,” Caden kindly waved it off, finally answering back. “Oh look,” he pointed a finger up. Above them hung a mistletoe quiet and unassuming. Yusuf knew it was there, but hadn’t even thought about it, too enraptured to talk to Caden. 

Yusuf didn’t need to do it. Caden was pressuring him, he just sort of called it out. But Yusuf didn’t want to waste the opportunity. How many people actually kissed under the mistletoe? Perhaps that was Caden’s original plan to do with his boyfriend and well, here was his boyfriend. A quick peck could have done the trick. Yusuf fully intended to do just that as he wrapped a hand around Caden’s head bringing them closer. By the time he breached Caden’s personal space Yusuf could smell him again. Every nerve in Yusuf’s body was lighting up, tingling and when their lips met Yusuf's heart was warm and cozy. In his mind, Yusuf saw himself having walked a forest and finally came upon something worth having, a bounty of food. As he reached for a berry in his dream to nourish himself, his mouth opened and his tounge travelled into Caden’s. The two were full on making out under the mistletoe a few feet from everyone and no one cared. Yusuf couldn’t stop himself though. He didn’t realize how starved for Caden he really was until he had a taste and needed more.

Yusuf’s cock tented his dress pants prominently, poking into Caden. The man huffed Caden’s neck. “FUCK MY BOYFRIEND SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD!”  He poked one eye open, his wife, the other wives didn’t give a shit and neither did Mr. Evans.

“Let’s take this upstairs, Yusuf.” Caden stated. A phrase he heard in his memory many times, but now spoken with HIS name made his cock even harder. He nodded dumbly and followed after Caden. At that moment the trio came back in, with Bryce leading the way, a smirk growing on his face as he spotted Yusuf’s boner. Thomas in the back gave a more affirming nod, as Osar tapped him, “That’s forty you owe me, told you it’d happen before we got back if we gave them space.”

They were right. Yusuf didn’t care though. What an amazing thing to be wrong about. They could watch his muscled ass disappear after Caden.

—

Salvino household - Present Day 

“Holy fuck, we’re so screwed.” Jesse ran his hands down his face. “We’re going to be fucking forever.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Oscar chimed in.

“Yeah you heard my story,” Yusuf added. “Doesn't matter. Do Caden. Do your wife. Get Caden to do you. Your ass will be tight again the next time.” He chuckled. 

“It’s not that.” Jesse left his hand on his head, “Is this going to keep happening with every guy he dates?” 

“Well not every guy,” Oscar said. “ I think he had some flings between me and Bryce, and after Yusuf there was Philp.

“Oh Philip, what a fucking douche.” Thomas shook his head thinking back. “Mr. Evans wasn’t here for that one, went on a cruise.”

“Heh, don’t forget Greg.”  Yusuf pointed out. “Had to send that guy packing. Thought he could get in with us by shitting on Caden.”

Bryce grunted at that name. “The trash takes itself out honestly.” Then he smiled at Jesse, “Don’t go thinking our boy, Caden’s, a eunuch. He gets around and has fun.”

“That’s not the issue.” Jesse stated. 

“Then what is?” Oscar asked. 

“I don’t know, it’s just all…alot maybe that’s it.” He pressed his hand together thinking, eyes locked onto Thomas, “Everyone’s story here was something, but you’ve known him longer than anybody. Are you telling me that if he came to you and asked you to marry him you’d say no?”

“Uh,” Thomas' facial expression was easy to read as his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth hung open. He had never considered that. Being as happily married as he was, why would he? But the fact that his answer wasn’t an immediate ‘no’ said it all. Jesse was sure he could almost hear Thomas’ balls churning at the thought. His gaze went to the other men as they mulled over the question, trying to hide their boners as well. Enough said.

Jesse spoke up, utilizing the true power of the voice he’d been gifted. “I think it’s funny how we all loved Caden yet his dad was the eye candy. Now we’re all like Mr. Evans and Caden’s the eye candy.” 

“Hey, we were gay. Appreciating another man wasn’t a crime.“ Oscar rebutted.

“And now we’re magically straight and still want Caden. What’s the excuse for that?” Jesse said

Bryce spoke up, “It’s pretty simple. It's love.” The way he said it was plain and unceremonious. A moment shared anywhere else that would have made a bunch of guys laugh out loud. In this case the truth made them silent. “Mr. Evans is easy to lust after, and aspire to be like him. Caden is easy to love and lusting is just the bonus. Changing our sexualtiy, made us uninterested in Mr. Evans, didn’t erase the love we embedded in our hearts for Caden.” 

Jesse had to be honest with himself. He felt shame listening to their stories. His was nothing romantic, not a struggle, or even a complete loss of self. Meeting at Caden’s flower shop was happenstance. Back then he was Justin, a bored writer looking for inspiration. The two clicked that first day. Visiting Caden every day after was a deliberate choice. They were good together and had a nice time. Then one day, while playfully annoying Caden at the shop Mr. Evans walked in. Father and son had a lunch date set, but Justin was completely consumed. What the other men had equated to a visual or smell based attraction was a force bearing down on his very being. Justin hadn’t fallen into his  transformation like the others, invited over and unable to leave. No, he invented reasons for Caden to have his dad over more. He could watch the store if Caden wanted to meet up with his dad more, so long as Mr. Evans walked through the doors. And when Justin finally became Jesse after fucking Caden in the shop, his heart was so fucking empty. Everything he liked about Mr. Evans was soured; all he had were the sweet memories he made with Caden. But now he also knew how easily he threw it away for a man who would never—could never—love him. Jesse, straight, never kissed a boy. Jesse had to deal with that, not Justin.  Fuck, if he could ever express how badly he messed up to these guys.

The doorbell rang.

“Who's that?” Thomas said.

“Isn’t it your house?” Oscar stated.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He got up to wash his hands and make his way to the front door.”

Everyone turned as a fruit and berry smell hit their nose, Caden walked in. Everyone got a smile as they greeted him and he said hello back.

Caden played with his fingers, before speaking. “I want to start off by apologising. Last night I got so drunk and overheard you guys say some stuff that didn't make sense. But I get it was about me. And since I heard you were meeting here, if I did anything to offend I wanted to say in person you can tell me.”

“Wait,” Thomas asked, coming behind Caden and wrapping an arm around his back and placing both hands on his shoulders. “You heard us speaking about you?”

“I mean I was pretty drunk and what you guys were saying made no sense…probably because of the former, my bad on that one.” Caden was beginning to babble. 

Bryce’s mouth was agape but he quickly recovered “We talked about you and you remembered?” He didn’t wait for an answer, truly a rhetorical question. “You heard us talking about you, and you’re apologizing?” He gave a low chuckle under his breath, ”Yeah that’s just like you.”

“That’s kinda hot, you, storming in here to apologize.”  Yusuf placed a hand over his chest caressing his pecs, before pulling his shirt off.

“I also gotta agree with my boy here,” Oscar's smile was wide and his eyes filled with lust. 

Jesse’s eyes scanned the other men. They were all fixated on Caden. Jesse had to admit it was hard not to look at himself, only his curiosity allowed him to peel away. Bryce put out his cigar and started breathing heavy. Thomas’ attraction was quite evident as he let his cock tent the hell out of his pants. Oscar, however, was the one who stood up and pulled his pants down stepping out in his underwear. black briefs bulging. Jesse wasn’t immune to it either. He felt the draw, the want, the need for Caden. For Jesse, it was even stronger knowing, in a way Caden was single-handedly responsible for them having kids. Every single man here was a pillar to masculinity and Caden had indiscriminately fucked them.

There was an intense low laugh from Jesse as he began to peel his clothes off too. Mr. Evans wasn’t here nor did anyone miss him. To think that a man who had taken up so much mental space for the men was barely an after thought. Perhaps being hot and sexy was only as appealing to project onto. Caden was more than that, sure he inherited a familiar attractiveness from his dad. Yet there was more to it, Caden had his own quality emphasized by his smell. Nothing that could be solely attributed to him being gay, kind or, kinky. It was a unique blend of everything that made Caden special.

Slowly Caden caught on to the uptake, peeling off clothes himself.

If the other men’s words were anything to go by. Jesse knew it was possible they’d all wake up with more kids tomorrow. However right now that didn’t sound like such a bad idea. 

 A spark of an idea popped into Jesse's head, just as Thomas began making out with Caden, “Someone get the beers, let’s see if we can get Caden to remember this night and how many kids we had prior to it.” 

All the men’s eyes connected with each other. The message was clear: they were going to go all out and whatever happened in the morning, they’d face. But if this was going to be the night Caden learned the truth, he’d have all the studs to breed, and to breed with.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Another awesome story! I mean seeing all of these well meaning lovers turning into these handsome married men but still care for Caden is amazing!

[bodyswapcity]

Fourth of July in Driftwood Point

Every summer, the quiet coastal town of Driftwood Point, Rhode Island, comes alive for the Fourth of July—but no celebration is bigger than the one at Eric Young’s house. A beloved local and proud family man, Eric throws the kind of backyard bash everyone looks forward to: burgers on the grill, cold drinks in the cooler, and fireworks over the bay. This year, though, he brought something new to the party—strange red, white, and blue sparklers he found in a dusty box from the old general store.

He thought they were just a fun throwback. But when two people lit them at the same time, something bizarre happened: a flash, a jolt… and suddenly, they had swapped bodies. As more guests lit sparklers, the chaos only grew. Now, as the sky lights up with fireworks, the party turns into a whirlwind of mistaken identities, awkward moments, and unexpected discoveries.

Timmy Young had never felt cooler in his life. One second, he was lighting a sparkler while goofing off near the pool with his cousin Jake, and the next—BAM!—the world spun and he stumbled forward, suddenly taller, heavier, and way hairier. Looking down, he gasped. Instead of his usual swim trunks, he was wearing his dad’s favorite American flag speedo. Instead of his skinny arms, he had brawny, hairy ones. He ran to the sliding glass door, caught his reflection, and let out the loudest, most excited “Wooooah!” of his life.

He was his dad now. Eric Young. The host of the party. The king of backyard barbecues. And he loved it. Timmy flexed in the reflection, struck a superhero pose, and burst out laughing. Adults passed by, clapping him on the back, not realizing the real Eric was now a wide-eyed twelve-year-old yelling for someone to explain what just happened. But Timmy wasn’t asking questions—he was grabbing a soda from the cooler, strutting barefoot by the pool, and soaking up the best Fourth of July ever.

Jake could hardly believe it worked. One second he was a scrawny ten-year-old kid playing tag with his cousin Timmy, and the next—zap!—he was stumbling backward in a bedroom mirror, blinking at a whole new reflection. His short, pudgy frame was gone, replaced with broad shoulders, beefy arms, and a stubbled jawline. And the outfit? Stars-and-stripes wrestling shorts, tall white boots, and matching wristbands made him look like a Fourth of July superhero. Jake flexed in the mirror and let out a low, excited whistle. “No way… I look awesome.”

Now in his eighteen-year-old brother’s body, Jake was loving every second of it. He could reach the top shelf without a stool. His voice was deep and cool. And most importantly, people were finally treating him like one of the older kids. While Kyle (now stuck in Jake’s tiny body) pouted and begged for someone to fix this, Jake just smirked, struck another flex pose, and took a selfie. This was the best Fourth ever—and he was just getting started.

Tara was not having fun anymore. One moment, she was joking with Marcus by the grill, and the next, a patriotic sparkler went off in both their hands—and suddenly she was staring down at a ripped, muscular chest, a bandana tied around her head, and Marcus’s body staring back at her in a pair of tight American flag swim briefs. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, voice now deep and smooth. Across from her, Marcus—now in her body—gave her a sheepish grin and waved. Tara groaned. She didn’t ask to be covered in muscle or have a voice that boomed every time she spoke. She wanted her body back now.

But the madness didn’t stop there. Her mom, Veronica, had lit a sparkler while talking with Tyler, one of Eric’s landscaping guys—and now, she was standing in Tyler’s tall, broad-shouldered, very male body, looking absolutely horrified as she clutched her hairy chest. “Eric?!” she called out in panic, her usual refined tone now gruff and unfamiliar. “I think I’m one of your employees!” Poor Tyler, now in Veronica’s body, looked equally freaked out and was trying not to cry in front of everyone.

To top it all off, their neighbor Chris had just finished lighting a sparkler near the hot tub when it fizzled and flashed—and bam! He found himself blinking up from the water as Marcus’ younger brother, Brandon, who was now giving enthusiastic thumbs up in the background. Chris—now in Brandon’s lean, bubbly body—was laughing like he hadn’t had this much fun in years. Tara, meanwhile, clenched her borrowed jaw in frustration. Muscles or not, she hated not being in control, and the last thing she needed was Marcus trying to adjust her bra later. “I swear, if he gets any food on my favorite top…” she muttered, stomping off toward the house with Marcus’s powerful legs, already plotting how to undo this disaster.

Jenny never expected her Fourth of July to include chest hair, biceps, or grilling hot dogs like a backyard pro—but after lighting one of those weird sparklers near the cooler, that’s exactly what happened. One flash later, she was blinking behind a pair of reflective shades, holding tongs in one hand and a hot dog bun in the other. At first, she thought she was dreaming. Then she caught her reflection in the grill hood and nearly dropped the bun. “Holy crap… I’m Tara's Uncle Victor!”

And to her surprise, Victor—now in Jenny’s body—was just as pumped. “Not bad!” he shouted from across the yard, doing a little spin and throwing a peace sign. Jenny burst out laughing and flexed her borrowed biceps proudly. “Okay, this is awesome,” she said, flipping a burger with newfound swagger. She was tall, strong, and the center of attention at the grill. Being a dude—even temporarily—was already proving to be kind of amazing. As the smell of hot dogs filled the air, Jenny and Victor exchanged a thumbs-up. This swap? Definitely a win-win.

Victor couldn’t stop grinning as he adjusted the star-shaped sunglasses on his new face and struck a pose in front of the flag backdrop. “I look good!” he said with a laugh, tossing back his long blonde hair. Being Jenny felt like getting an all-access pass to a younger, carefree life—and he was making the most of it. He’d already taken a dozen selfies, flirted with two confused guests, and couldn’t stop admiring how his borrowed body looked in the white crop top and denim shorts. “You know,” he said to no one in particular, “I might just keep this look for the rest of the party.”

Marcus, meanwhile, had calmed down after the initial shock of being in Tara’s body—and was now having… well, kind of a good time. Sure, it was weird having long hair and curves, but after twenty minutes of dodging awkward conversations and figuring out how to walk in her little white shorts, he finally found a mirror and paused. “Okay… not bad,” he admitted, giving a soft smile as he looked at Tara’s reflection staring back in the red tank top. He couldn’t deny it—being her came with a certain confidence. And when Victor-as-Jenny leaned in and struck a matching pose beside him, Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright,” he said, “this is still insane, but maybe not the worst way to spend the Fourth.”

Brandon didn’t think the sparkler would actually do anything. But the moment it fizzled and popped in Chris' hand, the world tilted, and when the lights cleared, he was standing by the hot tub he was relaxing in… and looking down at his own body. Brandon quickly ran inside and found a bathroom. “Whoa…” he muttered, stepping closer to his reflection, jaw dropping. “I’m their neighbor Chris?”

Except this wasn’t just Chris. This was Chris with a six-pack, boulder shoulders, and a pair of patriotic swim briefs that looked painted on. Brandon flexed experimentally, watching every muscle respond. “This is insane,” he said with a laugh. “I look like I should be on a fitness magazine—or one of those shampoo commercials.” He couldn’t stop smiling. Swapping with a grown-up? Weird. But swapping into this guy? Awesome.

He walked out of the bathroom like he owned the place, tossing a wink to some confused partygoers and reveling in the stares. “Best. Fourth. Ever,” he said to himself, striking a pose and already wondering how long he could get away with this.

Tyler had no idea what to expect when he lit the sparkler near the grill—certainly not suddenly standing in a pair of wedge sandals, with long wavy hair cascading over his shoulders and a red-and-white striped crop top hugging a very unfamiliar figure. But once the initial shock wore off, and he saw his reflection in the glass door, he couldn’t help but smile. “Damn,” he whispered. “Veronica’s kinda… hot.”

Now in the body of his boss’s wife, Tyler twirled a strand of hair around his finger and took a confident step forward, getting used to the sway of his hips. Everyone around him was too busy freaking out over their own swaps to notice that Veronica now walked with a bit more swagger—and way more curiosity. “So this is what being a grown woman feels like?” he said, grinning as he struck a playful pose in front of the American flag backdrop. “Alright, I can work with this.”

He’d expected to hate it, but instead, Tyler was actually kind of loving the experience. The way people looked at him—er, her—with admiration and charm, the way the summer breeze felt on his newly bare legs, even the excitement of trying on someone else’s confidence… it was wild. “Might be weird, sure,” he said with a wink to no one in particular, “but I’m gonna make one fine Veronica for the rest of the night.”

Faith had barely touched the sparkler before the world spun and the floor rushed up at her—or down, really. The next thing she knew, she was gripping a bathroom counter, staring into a mirror at a very shirtless, very sculpted man. Her jaw dropped. “Oh my God… I’m Jonathan,” she whispered, blinking at her own deep voice.

Her crush. One of Tara's dad’s employee. The guy she’d been too shy to say more than a few sentences to at past parties. And now… she was him. Her abs rippled with every breath, her arms looked like they belonged in a Marvel movie, and the patriotic swim trunks clinging to her new body left very little to the imagination. Faith instinctively struck a pose, lifting a hand in a casual salute and watching the muscles flex. “Okay… wow.”

Despite the shock, Faith couldn’t deny the thrill. She was taller, stronger, and exuded a quiet confidence that felt intoxicating. Sure, she didn’t know how to act like him yet, but for now? She was going to take it all in—and maybe sneak just a few more mirror selfies while no one was looking.

Samantha knew something was off the second the sparkler fizzled in her hand with a sharp crack. Her stomach lurched, the world tilted—and the next thing she saw was her reflection in a wall mirror she definitely didn’t recognize. Except the face staring back? Not hers. Not even close. Strong jaw, groomed stubble, broad chest… and an insanely tight American flag singlet clinging to every inch of her new muscular frame.

“Oh. My. God,” she said flatly, voice now deep and smooth. “I’m Will.”

Will—one of Eric’s cocky but charming employees who always wore tank tops no matter the weather. Now, Samantha was in his body… and his ridiculous, skimpy Fourth of July outfit. She turned sideways in the mirror, raising an eyebrow at just how well the singlet hugged her new assets. “Okay, this is so dumb,” she muttered, adjusting the sunglasses. But despite her annoyance at being thrown into a guy’s body, she couldn’t help but admit it—she looked hot. Like, movie-poster, fireworks-popping, Fourth-of-July thirst trap hot.

Samantha sighed, giving herself one last side-profile glance. “Ugh. This is so stupid,” she grumbled, flexing instinctively. “But like… I get it.”

Jonathan couldn’t stop grinning as he admired himself in Faith’s body—tight denim shorts, sun-kissed skin, and a black bikini top that drew plenty of attention. “I look amazing,” he said, flicking his long hair and giving his reflection a smirk. The confidence that came with her body was unreal, and honestly? He wasn’t mad about it.

Beside him, Will adjusted the red bikini top on Samantha’s blonde, curvy frame and gave a playful twirl with the little American flag in hand. “Not gonna lie,” he said, “if I saw this walking past me, I’d stare too.” The two shared a laugh, both surprised by how easily they were adjusting—and how attractive their borrowed bodies were.

Jonathan leaned in, voice low. “You think our real bodies would be into us like this?” Will raised a brow, then grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

Eric and Kyle sat side by side on the grass, small hands gripping juicy slices of watermelon, red-stained grins stretching across their now much-younger faces. The shock had worn off, replaced by something neither of them expected: relief. No more grilling duties, no more adult conversations—just grass stains, sticky fingers, and fireworks in the distance. “I forgot how chill this part of the Fourth used to be,” Kyle said between bites, glancing at the other neighborhood kids running around with sparklers.

Eric chuckled, his feet barely reaching the ground from the picnic bench. “We’ve got no responsibilities tonight. Honestly? I’m not mad.” The two shared a look, an unspoken agreement settling in—they were going to enjoy this unexpected second childhood for as long as it lasted.

As the sun dipped lower and the sky lit up with bursts of color, Eric leaned back in the grass, arms behind his head. “This might be the best Fourth I’ve had in years.” Kyle just nodded, mouth full of watermelon, and smiled like a kid again.

The morning sun rose gently over Driftwood Point, casting golden light across Eric Young’s backyard—now littered with half-burnt sparklers, crumpled paper plates, and the faint smell of smoke and sunscreen. One by one, groggy guests emerged from the house, blinking in the daylight, stretching… and realizing, with a collective wave of disbelief and relief, that they were back in their own bodies.

Timmy ran to the sliding glass door and stared at his reflection, letting out a dramatic gasp. “I’m me again!” he shouted, spinning in a circle. Across the yard, Victor cracked his back and muttered something about missing his crop top. Tara rolled her eyes as Marcus sheepishly avoided eye contact, while Faith and Samantha exchanged glances with Will and Jonathan, stifling grins.

Everyone was still processing what had happened—some more awkwardly than others—but the mood was surprisingly light. “So, uh,” Eric said, stepping out with a mug of coffee and a sly smile, “same time next year?” There was a beat of silence… and then laughter rippled across the yard. No one could quite believe it, but they all felt the same way: last night had been weird, wild, and unexpectedly wonderful. And just maybe, a new Fourth of July tradition had been born.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Love a city wide body swap!!

[thegreatstoryteller]

Stolen Glory

“I’ve got more talent than one man can handle!” - Howard, 2025

Aiden and Benson stared at the latest NBA photoshoot in unsatisfied indignation. As if glaring could somehow change their mood. But no. They were stuck in their office on a short lunch break, with their quiet friend on her phone and a short-tempered boss a few doors away. However, their angry stupor was interrupted when they heard the breakroom door open. 

A large muscular figure approached, a figure that did not fit the dreary office breakroom aesthetic at all. He was exceptionally tall, at around 6’10 but closer to 7 feet in shoes, and his heavy size 18 footsteps shook the ground as he approached. His attempts to approach inconspicuously failed, as his broad shoulder brushed the door frame upon his arrival, and his powerful arms accidentally swayed into a stack of paper cups. Despite wearing the baggiest clothes he could find, the large fabric still did little to hide his immensely athletic frame… especially with his pants. They were practically painted on to his skin, and the outline of a thick yet soft cock was clearly visible.

The three friends assembled stared at this giant with awe. Aiden the leaner one gulped in fear, and then glared in recognition. Benson the pudgier one was stuck in shock! Carina, the only girl in the office, practically hid out of terror.

“Well well well.” Aiden glared, putting away his boxed lunch. “If it isn’t the thief. What? Did you come back to show off?” The young man stood up… looking up at the man before him… a 2 foot height difference made this newcomer seem all the more imposing.

“What are you doing back here Dwight? Benson followed up, genuinely surprised. 

“Yeah, haven’t you taken enough from us?” Carina managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. 

Dwight, the large black man, took a seat at the table. His heavy form caused the basic seating arrangement to strain. His stoic expression unreadable.

“Guys… I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I need your HELP!” Dwight blubbered. His voice was deep, commanding, and powerful! And yet all the words coming out of his handsome lips were desperate and pleading. In fact there were partially formed tears in his eyes!

The three stared at him confused beyond belief.

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 1 WEEK AGO

Aiden, Benson, Carina, and Dwight were using a spare conference room at work to hold their secret meeting.

They laid out the strange magical book, the 4 pieces of paper, and began to draw the arcane runes onto the table.

“Alright,” Aiden began. “The Tome of Transformation is ready. Everyone remembers their parts? If this works, we can say goodbye to our boring office jobs!”   Aiden was practically bouncing up and down as he patted his skinny chest.

“You really think it’s going to work? I mean… this thing can change us? Change reality?” Benson let out a nervous giggle, almost not wanting to sound silly for suggesting such a thing, but hoping it would work. 

Carina adjusted her glasses and explained. “After I translated the text and researched the history behind its use I can confirm with 90% certainty its magical powers are indeed legitimate. We state our intent. The book alters reality to fit.”

Dwight just stared at his friends happily as they set up this ritual. “I definitely think it will work. I can’t believe I’m gonna be a pro athlete after this! No more late lunches! No more worrying about apartment prices! No more answering to our no good boss!”  The shortest of the group beamed, happy that his friends had included him in their plans to use a magical book to reshape reality. Dwight was the nerdiest of the group by far and wasn’t always invited to social gatherings. He had hoped his mixed heritage of Asian and French Canadian would help him stand out as he got older. But it only served to make him overly pale and way too polite. However, Benson had convinced the others that he should join! The two had a bit of an unspoken attraction to one another, though both were so nervous and shy that their relationship had not progressed beyond stolen glances. 

Despite being a late addition to the group, Dwight’s positivity put the others in a good mood. They soon began to put their pieces of paper to the center of the arcane circle they’d drawn. The ritual was simple. Draw the runes, chant the words, and insert a phrase of intention to change reality. That’s what each of the pieces of papers were for. 

Aiden’s read, “I’m the best American Football player!” For all his life Aiden wanted to play American Football! When his parents had moved to the States in his youth he’d been quite nervous for the whole process. But when he saw his first NFL game on TV, he’d fallen in love with the sport. It was a shame that his lean British build could never amount to massive American muscle he tried playing against in school. Didn’t stop him from being a big fan! Or from finding an ancient transformative book!

Benson’s read, “I’m the best professional Basketball player! Benson was always a big basketball fan. He got it from his dad. They used to spend loads of time playing with their makeshift hoop, but as he got older Benson felt more embarrassed to play. He’d gained a little too much weight steadily over puberty and didn’t have the athletic frame of his peers to continue playing the game in school. He longed to be just like the huge handsome athletes on TV!

Carina’s read, “I’m the best professional Ice Hockey player!” Carina’s family was actually really into athletics!... For the boys. She had two younger brothers who were both going to college to play hockey! Meanwhile growing up her parents were adamant she stuck to figure skating, despite the fact that had a women’s ice hockey team. She was actually pretty good on the ice! None of the shyness she felt in her day to day life could keep up with her as she zoomed through the rink. Her passion was for hockey though. So when she couldn’t pursue that, her confidence left. She dreamed of not only being a pro athlete, but being the most masculine one out there, with a deep commanding voice! In her mind she envisioned being the most masculine of men and dominating the NHL. 

Dwight’s read, “I’m the best Wrestler!” He had always been a big fan of the WWE and being the center of attention. That came from years growing up ignored and loving the way huge guys captured everyone’s attention. Dwight probably knew the least about sports, but he was certainly excited imagining himself sharing an arena with John Cena and The Rock! At his core he just wanted to be noticed! To be something so spectacular that no one could consider him forgettable! 

Once the four were ready the chanting began. Carina made sure to instruct them all in the proper pronunciation. When the wind around the room began to shift and flow, they knew they were doing it correctly. 

“Alright, now the papers.” Aiden stated, as he slid his paper to the center. 

“Yes, hold it there until the ritual is done. Do NOT let go. We don’t want reality changing in unexpected ways.” Carina advised.

The four slid their papers to the center of the table. The whirling of wind in the room became a small tornado! It caught them all by surprise! Within a few seconds Aiden’s paper slipped away. Followed by Benson’s! 

“No!” Carina shouted, losing grip on her own as she saw her friend’s papers slip away!

The three frantically tried to grab at their papers, but the swirling vortex of energy they created began to push them back to the walls of the room.

The only one remaining in the center was Dwight! He was panicked, but years of anxieties and fears had left him with a deathgrip on the things close to him. In this case his piece of paper. Seeing his friends lose their papers, he wasn’t sure what to do. He slowly stood and with his meager range of motion tried to grab the flying papers!

“Guys! I got them!” Dwight cheered as he grasped them from there air!

In a split second Dwight’s body changed all at once. His normally unnoticeable frame shifted and warped into an unrecognizable form! His 5 foot tall wimpy frame was no more. It expanded in one long motion in all directions. 

His feet burst forth from his modest office shoes. The remains of his size 7s now discarded as they hovered below massive size 18s after more than doubling in size. His unremarkable legs now grew to long pillars of power as a forest of hair crawled up his once barren legs. His dick was not to be outdone as it swelled with such ferocity that Dwight’s low moans could be heard over the roaring winds that overtook the conference room. The faint shadow of a monstrous 10 inches now silhouetted behind the air. 

Dwight took in a deep breath filling his longs but also inflating his chest! Massive pectoral muscles meant for taking a hit in any sport guarded his front, as an athletic jock bubble butt took up his rear. His arms lengthened and gained strength, designed for dunking, flexing, and showing off! He looked down at his hands to see them look more like catcher’s mitts by the second, able to palm any ball he could think of. 

He didn’t even see his own face changing. Features sharpening. Hair styling. And eyes… staying the same. Dwight was a new man, seeing the world from a much higher vantage point of 7 feet tall, through his own eyes. 

There was no time for Dwight to examine his new self. With a thick BOOM, light filled the room and the air died down. Dwight was nowhere to be seen. 

“Oh no… Oh no! Where did Dwight go!?” Benson panicked, seeing nothing but scorch marks where Dwight had been standing.

“Alright, everyone relax. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.” Aiden gulped, panic setting in as he wondered how he was gonna explain Dwight’s disappearance… and the huge mess they made in the conference room.

It was Carina who remained composed and quiet as she slowly walked over to the book.

“Curious… we… did the ritual correctly. I swear…  I even saw him change… and he was the only one to keep his wish…” Carina muttered to herself.

It was actually Benson who made the first realization when he got a notification on his phone. He had notifications on for all the latest basketball news… and more than a few subreddits of handsome guys in the NBA. So when his phone vibrated with a new notification, he checked it instinctively. 

“Uh… Guys… I think I found Dwight…” He said holding up his phone, showing Aiden and Carina the latest cover of Sports Illustrated.

Aiden and Carina stared in absolute shock and horror. There on the cover of Sports Illustrated was Dwight… Dwight Howard. Their friend! Though now a lot bigger, more famous, and most notably black!

“No way… don’t tell me… FUCK! I thought he wanted to be a damn wrestler!” Aiden shouted, pounding his hand against the table… which disintegrated… It seemed unable to withstand the magic of a reality changing ritual. “Damn… the boss is really gonna kill me now.”

“Dwight did it… and he became a basketball player? No… wait.” Carina took out her phone typing away. “No… not JUST a basketball player. Look.” 

She pulled up countless articles of how one of the biggest names in sports was Dwight Howard! A prominent football player, hockey player, wrestler, and basketball player!

“That bastard! He stole our wishes!” Aiden growled. “He’s literally everything we wanted to be! We’re gonna go find him and fix things!” 

—

Meanwhile Dwight found himself suddenly in the middle of a large arena like stadium. Thousands of cheering fans were all around him, their applause shaking the floor. He looked down in shock to see that his changes were still there. It hadn’t been a dream. He was looking down at a much larger and much darker body than he was accustomed to. He couldn’t help but flex!

Though he didn’t realize he was in the middle of a game and immediately a basketball flew right at him.

“Hey! What was that for?” Dwight called out angrily, moments before a team of equally tall men completely ran into him.

After a loud whistle from the referee Dwight quickly learned something was wrong. 

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Present Day

“You need OUR help?” Aiden asked, still pissed off, but now confused. “It didn’t look like you needed our help when you’ve been dodging us this entire week. Do you know how many of your games we tried to go to? Or public events where you were getting interviewed? We got shoved off by your security everytime we got close!

“I didn’t know about those times!” Dwight pleaded. He tried to shrink in on himself in embarrassment, but that wasn’t happening with how huge he is. “I swear, I was just as worried as you guys were. My agent just told me some crazy fans were trying to talk to me after the games… I got scared. Also! You don’t understand how hard it’s been these last couple days.”

“Dwight? Really? You’re a famous athlete now. Probably the most famous one in the world. You can’t expect us to feel sorry for you.” Carina glared coldly from behind Aiden. 

“I mean… yeah… I think I am pretty famous… My agent said that ESPN wanted to honor me with some award later. But that’s besides the point! I didn’t actually want any of this. And leading the life of an athlete is a lot harder than I thought.” Dwight said teary eyed.

“Oh I’m sure the crowds of adoring fans and huge mansions must suck.” Aiden rolled his eyes.

“That’s just the surface stuff! Every single day I have been at 4 hours of practices, 3 hours of conditioning, and 2 hours of public appearances. Not to mention the fact that I got signed up for Dancing with the Stars and I don’t even know how to dance!” Dwight complained.

“He’s right… I… I saw the trailer for the next season. It looks good.” Benson muttered. “But… you could have at least called…”

“Thanks Benson…. But I’m serious guys! You need to help me. I am EXHAUSTED. I have had no time for myself, so there was no time to even reach out. Plus… I don’t remember any of your phone numbers. They aren’t on my phone anymore. Anyway people keep making me play all these sports till I collapse on the floor and I feel like I’m gonna lose it if this keeps up!”

“Cry me a river Dwight. Why don’t you just quit if it’s so hard.” Aiden scoffed.

“I tried! I have contracts for the NFL, the NBA, the NHL, and the WWE. My agent says if I back out on any of them I can kiss all of my wealth goodbye. I’m stuck being pushed to the physical limit everyday. When I first realized what happened, I was in the middle of a basketball game! My team got super mad when I missed a pass, but I was just confused!” 

Benson chimed in. “He’s right… he’s been getting lots of hate online for that missed pass.”

“Thank you! It’s not just people online either. Fans go up to me and yell at me! And so do my coaches when I don’t do anything perfectly. I’m not used to all this pressure.” Dwight complained.

“You sure looked like you were having fun in your latest photoshoot.” Carina pointed out, showing Dwight flexing on one of his shorter teammates. 

“That was one of my media days! They told me to do that pose and smile! I… I will admit it was fun flexing over that guy. He was 6’5! A giant and there I was easily standing over him… my huge hands could hold his whole head so easily.” Dwight smiled, a bit reminiscent before shaking it off. “Still! I can’t live like this. Even for all those fun moments in between I’m going crazy trying to live this life. I haven’t even had time to use my… you know…” 

Dwight adjusted his sizeable appendage in his pants.

“You’re shitting me…” Aiden said in disbelief.

“No I’m not! Every night I’m too exhausted from practice or games to use this big body. Then I have to wake up super early and can’t even take care of my morningwood!” This was the first time Dwight raised his voice past the normal level of complaining. It was loud… commanding… and showed just how much he was struggling. “Not to mention! Having a cock this huge is tough! Every damn day I feel like I’m walking around with a cucumber in my pants and even my Triple XL jockstraps can barely keep it together. Every little movement just makes me hornier and hornier! I can’t LIVE like this!” 

Aiden, Benson, and Carina were stunned silent. They hadn’t expected Dwight to be unsatisfied with his new life. They were all too caught up in the wishes they missed out on to even consider a downside for Dwight. 

“Look. Guys. I’m sorry I took your wish papers. I didn’t mean to. It all happened so fast. Please. Let’s just work on a way to get your wishes back or even reverse this whole thing. I can’t take another day of going through this alone.” Dwight pleaded, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Ok.. wow. I’m sorry Dwight. We’ll help you out, but you gotta help us out too. I know it’s been tough for you, but after our little ritual we’re kind of in hot water at work. Our boss is practically threatening to fire me for completely destroying the conference room.” Aiden admitted.

“Really? What can I do to help?” Dwight asked naively.

Carina sighed. “For one you can put us on your payroll. Your net worth is nearly $1 Billion so you can certainly afford us. With a proper salary I can focus more effort on learning how to  make things right with the book.”

“Thank you so much guys! I owe you everything.” Dwight gasped, wrapping a long muscular arm around Aiden and Carina.

Benson was watching carefully and not knowing what he could contribute, spoke up. “And… I can keep you company in the meantime… I… I’ve missed you.” Benson blushed. 

For the first time all week Dwight let out a relieved sigh. He took Benson’s hand in his much larger palm and smiled. 

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A FEW DAYS LATER

“Thanks again for staying here and keeping me company.” Dwight smiled, finally able to relax.

“Any excuse to hangout at your big mansion again! This place is huge! And despite how bit it is, everytime I see you sit down you insist on manspreading like that.” Benson teased his larger friend noticing how wide he spread his legs on the already spacious couch.

“Hey! That took some time to get used to. These long legs take up so much space I barely know what to do with them. Not to mention I have to spread out because my new cock is so… sensitive.” He blushed embarrassed.

“You keep saying that. I think you’re just humble bragging.” Benson laughed.

“I’m serious! When I first got this body I could feel it swaying around when I ran around the basketball court. Then when I got to the locker rooms to get a better look I nearly fainted! It looked even bigger than it felt. My team teased me saying that their star player just liked showing off  ON and OFF the court.”

“I bet that took some getting used to.” Benson added. “I mean, I know you weren’t the most… social before all this.”

“Yeah, it really did. I realized that all the light teasing and ball busting people threw my way was kinda… punching up. There’s this whole reality where people think I’m the greatest athlete of all time or something. They expect me to be cocky or perfect everywhere… definitely not the me I expected to be after all this.” Dwight said, looking down, holding out his large hands and still staring at them with shocked examination, flexing each finger. 

Benson was also looking at Dwight with similar interest. “I know. But hey! Carina said she was close to a breakthrough tonight. Now that we’re all employed by you and don’t have to worry about work, she’s been tearing through that book. She’ll fix it so you won’t have to worry about ALL this.” 

Dwight smiled at the reassuring words. There was nothing he found more comforting than talking to Benson again.

“Thanks Ben… I’ve really missed our talks. And… I was thinking that maybe when the time comes… I stick with basketball and we can be on the same team…” Dwight said in a bit of a roundabout ask.

“Really? You’d want to be teammates?” Benson said surprised.

“I think so. I mean… it’s been fun playing basketball, especially with all the coaching you’ve been giving me behind the scenes. Wrestling is fun and all, but when I found out that I didn’t get to hangout with John Cena as much, it wasn’t that fun… Plus football and hockey are way too violent for me! Getting tackled hurts!” Dwight pouted.

Benson did his best to hold back his laughs. Seeing such a big guy complain about the pain of pro sports was a bit funny, but he couldn’t disagree. He’d seen some of the footage of Dwight’s early days in both sports. 

Sure he towered everyone on the field and on the ice, but he was far from being an effective athlete in those areas. 

“Well. I’d be happy to have you on my team.” Benson assured Dwight. 

“Thanks Benson! And… well… I wanted to ask you… I mean I was wondering… you know… I have really liked getting to know you like this. Even amidst all this chaos, it’s been fun seeing you outside of work! I was wondering if you’d like to… get to know each other better?”

Benson was shocked. After everything that had happened, he still harbored feelings for Dwight sure, but he never expected Dwight to reciprocate when he was this huge handsome athlete.

“I… Yeah… I’d like that. I keep forgetting that even though you look like this pro baller, you’re still you underneath all that height and muscle. Part of me thought you wouldn’t want to be with someone so… boring like me.” Benson admitted.

Dwight stood up to his full height and looked down on Benson.

“Dude. You were the first one to help me even feel comfortable with all this height and muscles. Honestly, before you came along I felt so insecure! Both in the office when no one would talk to me… and when I literally stood out from the crowds. Before it was like I didn’t think I could ever handle being an athlete with everyone watching my every move! Then… you came along and made it all feel like nothing when I knew you’d be by my side.” Dwight kneeled down, till he was eye level with his shorter friend. He took his massive dark hands and wrapped them around Benson’s.

“Dwight. I had no idea you felt that way. You were always someone special to me long before your big change. Now maybe you won’t mind if I do this.” Benson leaned up and kissed Dwight! Despite the larger man’s impressive jawline and luscious lips, it was very much Benson who took lead in the romantic gesture. 

Dwight was so caught off guard his big body stumbled back, not used to the kiss, but smiling like he’d won the lottery.

“Benson! I! I! Um…. you’re a good kisser…. Can we do that again? I promise I won’t stumble over again! I really like that.” Dwight nervously stammered.

“I can tell.” Benson said, pointing to the massive erection tenting in his pants. “You really can’t hide your horniness well with that thing.”

The two leaned in for a kiss again, but this time Dwight lifted Benson into the air as they embraced! The kiss was perfect and went on long past what either could keep track of. It was only interrupted when their phones buzzed.

“Dang… It’s Carina. What is she texting now?” Benson growled, horny and frustrated.

“She said… she’s coming over! Her and Aiden! They found a way to redo the ritual for all of us!” Dwight gasped reading the message.

“Really!? That’s great! And… fuck! We were just starting to have fun.” Benson complained.

“Well.. It does take them 40 minutes to get all the way to my mansion.” Dwight shrugged setting down Benson and adjusting his bulge.

“Are you serious?” Benson laughed in disbelief.

“I think I am. I want to see just how much fun we can have while you’re still fun sized.” Dwight began a cocky grin. A new found confidence overcoming him now that he had his man by his side.

[betweenthelinesfiction]

Lucky Charm

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

Pete tore through his locker, shoving aside damp towels and sweaty socks that reeked of too many hours on the field as he frantically searched for his treasured lucky charm. His grandmother had given the delicate clover pendant to him when he was six, promising it would bring him luck. He’d worn it through every tackle, every workout, every winning pass. It wasn’t just a charm at this point. It was part of him, just like the light brown hair plastered to his sweaty forehead or the steely blue eyes that made girls swoon. His chest heaved, and his heart slammed against his ribs in panic at the thought of playing the big game tonight without it.

“Rhys!” Pete’s deep voice echoed off the tiled walls, thick with desperation. His teammate lounged on a bench, lacing up his cleats. “Have you seen my charm? I swear it was here before I hit the showers.”

Rhys snorted, barely glancing up. “You’re the golden boy who can do no wrong. You don’t need some pussy charm.” His dark eyes flicked over, taunting. “Man up.”

Pete’s jaw clenched, his pretty-boy face, golden tan, chiselled lines, twisting into something harder. “Just tell me if you’ve seen it, asshole.”

“Nah.” Rhys stood with the swagger of a cocky college jock and sauntered toward the field. “Check your panties, bro. Maybe it’s tangled up in there.”

The door slammed, leaving Pete alone with the buzz of the shitty locker room lights and the stench of stale sweat. He ripped into his duffel again, biceps bulging as he tore through its contents. Nothing. His pulse spiked, a cold sweat prickling his neck. Something was wrong. The air felt too thick. A wave of dizziness hit him, and the room tilted. He gripped the locker door, knuckles white, growling, “Pull it together. You don’t need a stupid charm.” But his voice trembled with doubt.

Then it started.

A pull, deep in his gut, like his insides were collapsing. Pete sucked in a shocked breath, his broad chest shuddering as he staggered back, big feet kicking over the bench behind him. His legs, those tree-trunk quads honed from years on the field, quivered. He stared down, heart pounding, as the hard muscle softened, shrinking like it was melting away. His skin tingled, a cold emptiness spreading across his body, as if his very vitality were draining away. His calves, once meaty and veined, flattened into frail sticks. “What the fuck…” His voice cracked, horror seeping in.

His arms went next. The biceps that powered his game-winning throws withered, veins sinking beneath increasingly pale skin, his saucer-sized hands shrinking away. His shoulders slumped, narrow and weak. He felt light, hollow, as his 6’4” frame collapsed inward. His jersey sagged off a bony shoulder, sweatpants pooling around his slimming hips. Cold air bit his skin, before a new panic clawed at him.

His cock, his pride, thick and heavy, was shrinking too. He grabbed at it, small hands fumbling, desperate to hold onto what defined him. But it dwindled to nothing, his balls shrinking to pathetic pebbles. “No, no, fuck no!” he screamed, but it came out as a reedy squeak that churned his stomach. His body wasn’t his anymore. It was betraying him. 

Pete stumbled to the mirror, weak legs barely holding him up. The reflection was a stranger. No chiselled jaw, no piercing blue eyes. Just a soft, round face, eyes wide with panic, a weak chin, and thin hair. His ribs poked out under pale, hairless skin, his abs gone, his frame frail. He wasn’t a jock anymore. He was nothing. His mind screamed. Without the necklace, who was he? Not the star quarterback. Not the guy who owns every room he walks into. Just… nothing. His hands shook, clawing at his chest, desperate for the familiar weight of the clover pendant.

The door banged open, and Rhys stormed in, meaty fingers fumbling with his helmet. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the scrawny kid drowning in Pete’s clothes. “Who the fuck are you?” he barked, crossing the room in two strides. “Some twink sneaking in to jack Pete’s shit? Get out!”

“Rhys, it’s me!” Pete pleaded, voice breaking. He reached out, but Rhys grabbed his skinny wrist, twisting it effortlessly. Pain shot through him, his frail body folding to his friend’s superior strength.

“Bullshit.” Rhys shoved him hard, sending him stumbling into the hall. “Get your bony ass outta here before I kick it in.” The door slammed, locking Pete out of the locker room, and with it, the life he’d known.

He sank against a nearby wall, breath shallow, hands shaking as they clutched his slim neck where the necklace should have been. His luck had run out.

Across town…

Lars stood alone in his boyfriend’s bathroom, toying with the latch of a silver chain, a clover pendant dangling against his scrawny chest. He’d swiped it from Pete during a tutoring gig, thinking it’d spice up his roleplay with Sammy. Sammy loved it when Lars pretended to be the jock, despite his lanky frame, pale skin, and shy, wide eyes. He worked the clasp, admiring how it hung low on his thin chest. Finally, it clicked into place, and he stood back to admire his stolen trinket. It was the perfect prop from the golden boy himself.

It started slow. A simmering heat bloomed in his chest before spreading like molten lava through his veins. The pendant pulsed, glowing a pale green, syncing with his racing heartbeat. “Oh god, what’s happening?” he whimpered, voice trembling, head pounding with fear. Then came an electric buzz that made his breath catch. It was starting to feel good.

CRACK. A raw, electric jolt hit him, igniting his bones. Lars grunted, stumbling back as his body erupted. The heat surged, a wildfire consuming him, his meagre muscles spasming as they clawed outward. His forearms thickened, veins bulging like twisted ropes. His biceps ballooned into meaty peaks, splitting his t-shirt sleeves, the fabric tearing as he flexed, power surging like a drug.

The fire hit his chest next. His pecs swelled into thick slabs, stretching his shirt until it groaned and tore down the centre. He ran his hands over them, fingers digging into the firm, hot flesh, feeling the weight and mass. “Fuck… yes,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. His shoulders broadened, deltoids bulging unnaturally, making him wider, more imposing. His spine cracked, stretching him taller—6’0” to 6’2”, then 6’4”—the ceiling closing in as his skeleton shifted to accommodate his growing mass. The room shrank around him as he began to take up more and more space.

It was as if the necklace was giving Lars every advantage Pete had ever had. The dividends of all those years of gruelling workouts, of meticulous healthy eating, of sun-soaked afternoons on the football field, were now paying off for Lars and Lars alone.

His legs trembled as the transformation roared downward. His thighs thickened, quads piling on striated muscle, splitting his shorts at the seams. His calves bulged, veins snaking to his feet, which burst through his sneakers, his size 8s morphing into monstrous 14s, toes curling as his body was wracked with pleasure and pain. His ass hardened into granite orbs, straining his trunks as his hips widened. He moaned, the deep, guttural sound reverberating through the room.

But the real rush hit his groin. His cock swelled, growing hotter, heavier, and lengthening inch by torturous inch. The elastic of his trunks snapped, unable to contain the girth as his shaft surged free, thick veins pulsing. It was monstrous. Three times its original size, impossibly thick, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. He gripped it, his enlarged hand barely wrapping around, stroking slowly, savouring the ecstatic jolts. “Ohhh, fuck yeah,” he moaned, hips bucking, a primal need overtaking him. His balls churned, swelling heavy and full, testosterone flooding his system.

The pleasure was unbearable, a mix of agony and euphoria. He yanked off his shredded clothes, standing naked and massive, every muscle flexing as he admired himself. His red hair was wilder, sweat-soaked, his eyes sharper with newfound confidence. His pale skin stretched over a body that screamed dominance, broad shoulders, chiselled abs, and a cock that could split a man in two. He loved what he saw in the mirror, and what he felt beneath his fingertips as he explored every curve and line of his growing form.

But the change wasn’t only physical. His mind twisted with each pulse of growth. Confidence drowned out his nerdy insecurities. Power coursed through him, rewriting him into a man who took what he wanted. He squeezed his massive nuts, snarling at the pleasure-pain, imagining the world bending to his will.

Sammy burst in, drawn by the guttural moans shaking the apartment. He froze. Lars stood before the dirty bathroom mirror, a towering epitome of raw masculinity. His dirty red hair curled wild and sweaty over his forehead, framing light blue eyes that burned with a feral glint. His flushed pink skin, stretched tight over a mountain of muscle, glistening with sweat, thick veins pulsing beneath. His biceps bulged obscenely, larger than most men’s thighs, and deep striations carved across his meaty pecs as they heaved with each breath. His quads twitched, massive and unyielding, forcing his stance wide, while his ass was hard, plump, and begged to be grabbed. At his groin, a monstrous cock hung heavy, veins snaking along its length, the head swollen and dripping.  

“Lars, what the…” Sammy choked, voice trembling. Lars turned, towering over him, grin predatory. “Get on your knees, Sammy. Now.”

Sammy hesitated, his heart hammering. This wasn’t his Lars. But his cock betrayed him, aching for the monster before him. “Lars, I…” he stammered, but Lars’ piercing gaze silenced him. He dropped, hands trembling as they reached for the impossible girth.

Lars grabbed Sammy’s head, fingers knotting in his hair, shoving him closer. “Suck it,” he ordered, hips thrusting forward. Sammy’s lips stretched wide, struggling to take the swollen head, gagging as it battered his throat. Lars groaned, the wet heat sending shocks up his spine. He thrust harder, loving Sammy’s choking, the way his slender hands gripped his thighs. “Fuck yeah, take it,” he growled, hips pumping with brutal rhythm. Sammy slurped, spit dripping down his chin, driven by desperate lust.

Lars’ body fed off the dominance, biceps swelling as he flexed, chest heaving. His cock thickened in Sammy’s mouth, stretching his lips further. He could feel Sammy’s submission, his trembling frame, and it fueled him. “You’re mine,” he snarled, shoving deeper, fucking Sammy’s throat with abandon. His balls tightened, the pressure building.

Sammy’s hands roamed Lars’ abs and quads, worshipping the god he’d become. Lars flexed, showing off his mass, the raw masculinity owning the room. The necklace pulsed one last time. Lar’s height ticked to 6’5” and his shoulders widened, accentuating his v-taper even more. His vascularity and muscle feathering surged as his cock pulsed bigger still. Sammy gagged harder, tears streaming. But he didn’t stop. He was too consumed by lust for the god standing before him.

The climax hit like a tidal wave. Lars roared, slamming into Sammy’s throat with a one deep, savage thrust. His cock pulsed, erupting in thick, hot volleys that flooded Sammy’s mouth, spilling out as he choked. Lars threw his head back in ecstasy as the climax rolled over him, his muscles twitching and his body trembling. As the pleasure subsided, he pulled out, his shaft still hard and glistening with spit and cum. With a flick of his hand, he unceremoniously smeared his dripping mushroom head across Sammy’s face. “Good boy,” he rumbled, voice thick with satisfaction.

Sammy slumped, panting, his face a mess of cum and sweat. “You’re… unreal,” he rasped. Lars loomed over him, radiating heat and musk. “Fuck, I could get used to this,” he growled, voice dripping with arrogance. 

Sammy’s eyes raked over Lars’ new colossal form, his gaze lingering on the obscene cock that was still pointing right at him. Sammy rose, hands sliding up Lars’ sweat-slick thighs, until he was level with Lars’ plump pecs. He briefly looked up at the handsome face above him before turning away. The tower of muscle above him was a walking wet dream. But what happened to the kind and caring Lars that he used to know? 

After a few moments of silence, Lars grabbed his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. In those light blues, Sammy saw a familiar kindness that made his heart melt. With that, Lars yanked him close, crashing their lips together in a tender embrace. When they broke apart, Lars smirked, “How’s that for roleplay?” tossing Sammy a cheeky wink.

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Oooof a stolen lucky charm giving a worthier owner a new life is such a hot concept!

[betweenthelinesfiction]

Lost in a crowd

Warning, this story has some homophobia in it. Maybe skip it if that's not your thing.

Crowds never bothered Jessie. He came to the festival with his boyfriend, Lewis, for a weekend of sun and sounds. The handsome couple were in great shape and spent the entire first day dancing in front of the main stage. The crowd was a seething mass of hot, sweaty bodies packed together for hours. They had a few run-ins with overly touchy girls, including one who was particularly insistent. Despite that, the couple retired to their luxury tent at the edge of the festival grounds, still in high spirits.

But on the second day, Jessie woke up in a dingy tent on the other side of the campground, with his boyfriend nowhere in sight. He was shocked when he pulled back the covers. His usual tall, toned physique, built from years of sports and working out, was gone. Instead, he saw a scrawny body covered in terrible tattoos and a fake tan several shades too dark to be believable.

Panicked, he stumbled out of the tent and searched for Lewis at their original campsite but found no trace of him. Desperate to make sense of the situation, he wandered through the festival grounds. The stench of fake tan and cheap body spray that poured off his body was unbearable. Navigating the crowds in his new, unfamiliar body was challenging. Normally, his height and presence parted the crowd effortlessly, but now, in his diminished state, he was at the mercy of the jostling masses.

After hours of fruitless searching, Jessie was about to give up when the crowd suddenly parted. There, by the main stage, was his own body, dancing and partying as if nothing was wrong. But something was terribly wrong. Several girls were draped over his bare, muscular torso, their hands groping any bit of hard muscle that they could get their hands on. Other men stole glances, some admiring, others lustful. Strangest of all, Jessie was watching his own body from the outside.

Jessie stormed over to the imposter. "What the hell did you do?" he demanded, trying to look imposing despite his reduced stature.

The imposter glanced down at him from behind his shades. "Yo, brah, your body is the fucking shit!" he hollered, throwing up an uncharacteristic shaka and sticking out his tongue as he danced to the heavy bass.

"Everything is so fucking easy," the imposter continued. "People just respect me. They either get out of my way when they see me coming or crowd towards me to get a feel of what’s in my pants. Seriously, within five minutes of leaving your tent this morning, I had a sweet piece of ass choking on my cock. The poor bitch was practically gagging just trying to take the head. Oh, and I never knew cumming could feel so good. I was balls-deep in some slut and practically passed out from how sick it felt. This body was just made to get pussy, dude."

Jessie was appalled by the imposter’s casual vulgarity and the thought of his body being used to sleep with women. What would Lewis think? Lewis was still missing. Jessie grabbed the imposter by the shoulders, forcing him to face him. "Lewis. Have you seen Lewis?" he asked, his eyes pleading.

"Oh, your boyfriend," the imposter laughed as he flexed his shoulders free of Jessie’s grip and resumed dancing. "Yeah, that queer turned tail when he walked in on me railing a chick I met a few tents over. Your boy couldn’t handle seeing me fuck like a real man. He’s probably crying in some corner, wishing he could be the one being impaled by this cock. Just think, that bitch turned me down yesterday like I wasn’t even worth her time. Well, her attitude changed when I made her cum three times. Turns out she was a bit of a screamer with this stretching out her pussy" The imposter laughed and mimed fucking a girl from behind. The girls dancing nearby giggled at the vulgar display, and the imposter rewarded their attention with a cheeky wink.

Jessie was livid. This maniac was ruining everything. "Swap us back now," he demanded.

"Swap us back? Why the fuck would I do that?" the imposter as he rolled his abs in time with the music. "This body is the fucking shit. All my life, I was desperately trying to be something I just wasn’t. The tattoos, the fake tan, the clothes—I was a pretender. Now I’m the real deal, and it’s fucking sick." He threw up his arms into a double biceps pose to emphasize his point, much to the pleasure of the girls dancing nearby. The air was filled with the pungent scent of the musk that wafted from his sweaty armpits. “See girls, this is what a real man smells like” the imposed teased, his words spiked with a venom directed straight at Jessie. One of the girls stepped forward and shoved her face straight into the hairy pit, before she dragged her tongue over the veiny bicep. Jessie was speechless at the brazen display of arrogance.

Lowering his voice, the imposter leaned in toward Jessie so only he could hear. "Besides, I couldn’t swap us back if I tried. I don’t even know how we swapped in the first place. If you ask me, it’s some karmic justice. I’m finally the alpha stud I always deserved to be, and your body is finally being put to good use instead of being wasted on a queer like you." The words cut Jessie like a knife. Grinning, the imposter stood to his full height. "Now scram. That chick from this morning is coming back. Sure, there are hotter chicks around, but she was a solid lay and I need to get my dick wet soon, or I’ll bust a nut in my shorts." The imposter grabbed his hefty bulge for emphasis before he shoved Jessie back into the crowd of festival goers.

Jessie tried to fight his way back against the mass of bodies, but he was slowly pushed further and further away. As Jessie fought the crowd, a girl with long brown hair walked up to the imposter, the other girls falling back with looks of extreme jealousy on their faces. The girl looked vaguely familiar to Jessie, but he couldn’t place her.

"Come on, babe, let’s get out of here," the imposter said as he drew her body close to his, her soft curves rubbing against the hard ridges of his exposed torso. Jessie could only watch in horror as the imposter grabbed a fistful of the festival girl’s ass and slowly turned her toward the festival campground.

"Hang on a sec, babe," the girl said, reaching up and grabbing her fling by the back of the head, pushing her lips to his. Jessie watched, mouth agape, as the woman’s hands wandered the imposter’s muscular chest and washboard abs before slipping into his shorts. The imposter shuddered as her delicate hand massaged his swollen pipe, pleasure coursing up the length of his stolen cock. In an act of lust, he scooped her up with his massive arms and carried her back toward their campsite, her pelvis pressed hard against his throbbing tool. With a spiteful glance, the girl broke from the kiss momentarily, locking eyes with Jessie before smiling a knowing smile and leaning back into the kiss once more. Jessie could only watch as the crowd parted around them, the imposter off to do god knows what with his body.

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

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[thegreatstoryteller]

Oooof. I do love a story that's a darker implication. And a body theft like this certainly fits that scenario. Makes you wonder what happens next!