This was published on Patreon back in September! There are still several publicly unavailable stories on there - plus illustrations of my OCs, progress pics, and more. Two more likely coming this month!
Thank you to Yachirobi for the plot suggestion, and to Trav Ramsey for pushing me through a writing plateau.
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It was an off year. That’s what Kyle Jackson called them: off years. Those were the years when his family moved to a new place and he didn’t know anybody again. When your dad was in the military, it was just a part of life. Every two years, a new house. There were a few boxes in the basement that hadn’t been unpacked since Kyle was a kid; they just got chucked back into the moving van, untouched, and schlepped to the next place. Their sides were a running log of all the family addresses.
The good news was that it had been decided that there would be no more moves for Kyle. When his dad relocated in another two years, Kyle and his mom would stay behind so Kyle could graduate from the school he was now attending. The bad news was that the latest move plopped Kyle into a new town on the eve of his 16th birthday. Which was why, instead of a house full of friends, there was a house full of random adults who knew one or both of Kyle’s parents. It was summertime and he hadn’t met many kids his own age yet. There was one attendee, Ben, who was close to his own age, but they’d only hung out twice and Ben was just 13. Kyle didn’t sense that they had much in common aside from living next door to each other.
Ben was probably there for the cake, anyway, Kyle reasoned. Cake and presents were the saving graces of the day, motivating Kyle to push through all the awkward interactions. Since his parents were new to the area too, no one at the party knew each other that well. The guests were mostly new colleagues or neighbors, and Kyle resented having to make small talk at his own birthday party. It was par for the course for a military brat, but he was over it. He kept retreating to the first floor bathroom for fifteen minute stretches just to be on his phone and have a breather before going back out and meeting someone else or forcing more interaction with Ben.
He was sitting on the toilet - seat closed, pants on - when someone tried the handle. Kyle was mid-game and didn’t get up, but two minutes later there was a knock, so he stood with a sigh before remembering to flush the toilet and turn on the sink so that whoever was in the hall would believe he was really using the bathroom. After what seemed like a convincing amount of time, he opened the door.
“Well, you must be the birthday boy,” said an old man standing in the hall. He was about Kyle’s height, but bald and paunchy in contrast to Kyle’s thick auburn hair and slim build. “I’m Frank Simmons, I live down the street.”
“Hey, uh, yeah. Sorry to make you wait.” Kyle realized he should introduce himself, so he added “I’m Kyle” onto the end.
“Oh no no, I didn’t mean to rush you, I just wasn’t sure if the door was sticking. Not as strong as I used to be.”
“Right,” Kyle nodded, unsure what to say. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
Frank smiled and shut the door, and Kyle wandered back into the party. He hadn’t gotten a chance to go to many teen parties, but he knew they weren’t like this. Teenage parties probably had more junk food, for one, and loud music, and people kissing. That sounded like fun. Kyle hadn’t had a real kiss before. And he certainly wasn’t going to get one here, which was just a bunch of adults sitting around talking in polite voices. What a snooze. He wished something eventful would happen. Or that at least he could be surrounded by people his own age for once.
Maybe he ought to find Ben, he mused. The kid wasn’t much fun, but Kyle was growing a little bit desperate for something to take his mind off how shitty this all was. Thankfully, Ben leaned out of the archway to the living room just then. Looking around, his eyes lit up upon seeing Kyle and he was at the older teen’s side in an instant. With his phone brandished in one hand, he began to speak in a conspiratorial, yet undeniably excited undertone.
“Hey! Hey, Kyle, wanna see something amazing!?” he asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
Kyle gave him a wan grin and nodded. “Yeah, sure. Whatcha got?”
“This!” Ben declared, shoving his phone into Kyle’s face. Kyle recoiled from the ungodly bright screen with a low “agh!” He wondered how Ben had gotten high-beams installed on his Samsung Galaxy. Ben bit out a startled apology, pulling the phone back.
“S’fine, s’fine…” Kyle muttered, rubbing his eyes and blinking away spots. His eyes focused on the screen again and he arched a brow in confusion. “Uh, what am I looking at?”
“It’s the new Fortnite dance!” Ben explained.
On the screen, some comic book character Kyle faintly recognized but didn’t know by name was waving his arms in the air and then doing the Monkey before twirling into finger guns.
“Um...cool.” Kyle looked at the screen a bit more before shrugging. “That’s not my thing.”
Ben looked crestfallen. “Oh.” He tucked the phone back in his pocket. “Well you haven’t really talked to me at all, so I dunno what you like.”
Kyle bristled at this exaggeration, but before he could answer, Ben turned and walked briskly away. His face was tucked into his elbow, and he almost ran into Frank as he rounded the corner. The old man let out a good-natured “whoa there, kiddo!” that went ignored as Ben charged past him and into the bathroom. Kyle winced as the door slammed.
Frank looked down the hall, then back to Kyle, his brows knitted together. Kyle could already tell that his neighbor knew all too well the gist of what had just gone down. The birthday boy’s shoulders slumped a bit and he knew he was probably red-faced.
“We, uh, had a little misunderstanding or something…” Kyle offered lamely. His hand was rubbing the back of his neck and he was focused on the lilac-colored throw rug beneath his feet.
“Always apologize if it’s your fault,” Frank intoned, then moved past Kyle into the living room.
Slumping back against the wall, Kyle let his head loll a bit. As it went to the right, he met the gaze of a man with a telltale high-and-tight haircut. Stifling a yelp, he was instantly upright, his spine ramrod straight. “Sorry, sir,” he said. “I know better than to lean against the walls.”
“I’m sure you do,” said the soldier with a chuckle. “But I’ll let it slide. You only turn sixteen once.”
Kyle’s posture slackened in relief.
“Alright, everybody!” his mother’s voice trilled from the dining room. “It’s time for cake!”
That, at least, was a welcome distraction. Kyle’s face lit up and he all but ran towards the seat at the head of the table. Usually that was reserved for his father, but today Kyle was allowed pride of place. A large sheet cake with white icing was being placed there, with ‘Happy Birthday’ piped across the top in bright blue - Kyle’s favorite color. The adults all made polite comments that mostly flowed over Kyle, who heard them but didn’t listen. Ben had emerged from the bathroom and sat awkwardly close to Kyle, but Kyle didn’t speak to him yet, opting to fill him up with sugar before apologizing.
But something wasn’t right. Staring Kyle right in the face were two big wax candles in the shape of numbers, a “1” and a “6.” That was fine. What wasn’t was that they were in the wrong order, wishing Kyle a happy 61st birthday.
It sucked the air right out of the room for Kyle. Here he was at his own birthday party knowing no one and hurting the feelings of the one person close to his age, and now nobody was even paying enough attention to get his birthday candles in the right order. Kyle didn’t want to point it out and make his parents feel bad, but at the same time he wondered why no one was reaching in to fix it. He was so deep in his own pity party that he only realized the group was singing “Happy Birthday” right when the song finished.
“Make a wish!”
Kyle leaned in, brushed his long bangs to the side so the candles didn’t set them on fire, and wished for the same thing he always did: to finally feel settled.
The group clapped as he blew out the two candles in one blow, and then the cake was whisked away to be cut. Someone patted Kyle on the shoulder and said, “Great job, dick!”
Kyle snapped his head to the side in shock and looked at the smiling man. The guy had just called him a dick in his own home and nobody was reacting? Maybe he misheard. He hoped he did. He scowled and slumped back in his seat, staring across the dining room at a string of pennants pinned on the opposite wall. “SWEET 61,” they read. Kyle couldn’t believe those had been put in the wrong order too. Were his parents messing with him?
The only positive development was Ben appeared to have gotten over Kyle hurting his feelings. He was sitting up and talking animatedly to the man with the high-and-tight. Kyle’s brow furrowed when he noticed Ben was holding a wine glass and taking sips between sentences. Did his parents really not care that a 13-year-old was drinking wine in their house?
“Y’alright?” The man who’d called Kyle a dick asked. “Being awfully quiet.”
“Fine,” Kyle answered in a scratchy tone. He needed water, especially if he was going to eat cake. “Ben? Sorry to interrupt, but could you grab me a glass of water?”
Ben immediately stood. “Of course. Do you want wine too?”
“I mean...if you think you can get away with getting me one, sure.”
Ben chortled. “Hopefully the bouncer doesn’t card me,” he said with a grin, and he swept off to the kitchen.
“He’s so charming,” the man with the flat top said to Kyle, about Ben. “I haven’t seen him in years.”
“I didn’t realize you two knew each other,” Kyle said. He sounded downright hoarse and cleared his throat as the man laughed. Before they could chat further, Kyle’s mom returned with a large plate holding four pieces of cake on it. As she set it in front of him, he sat up with a big smile. “Looks good!”
There was an odd noise, like someone snapping a rubber band, and suddenly a button landed in the frosting of one of the pieces. It took Kyle a few seconds before he realized it had popped off his polo shirt. He hoped no one noticed-
“Still a growing boy after all this time!” the man with the flat top laughed, drawing everyone’s attention to the button stuck in the frosting.
Kyle’s cheeks turned cherry red. He tried to play it off. “Maybe I don’t need all four pieces-”
POP! The other button on his shirt pinged off, soaring over the cake and clattering across the table, as if it wanted to make as much noise as possible. No one laughed - they could tell he was embarrassed - and instead polite conversation started up so as to leave Kyle alone. Mortified, Kyle looked down at his now buttonless shirt, surveying the damage. There were some strange black threads poking out from the frayed collar, which was pulled further open by the tightness of the shirt. Kyle pulled one free - and winced. His brow furrowed. He pulled the collar away from his body, peering inside it, and the black “threads” didn’t move. Because they weren’t threads at all, but hair attached to his body.
“I’m gonna run to the restroom,” Kyle muttered, leaning forward to push his chair back. He heard a gasp from next to him, and quickly realized why: he’d somehow misjudged the distance of his chest, and smushed it into one of his pieces of cake.
Flight mode kicked in, and without any more concern for niceties, Kyle took off briskly for the bathroom, brushing by Ben. “Don’t want your wine?”
“You can put it at my place,” Kyle rasped, flicking at the blue and white frosting stuck to his shirt. “Thanks kid.” He didn’t break his stride until he hurled himself into the bathroom and locked it behind him. “Stupid…” he grumbled, turning on the water and grabbing the handtowel. He stuck it under the faucet and then wiped it on his shirt, but the frosting was stubborn, spreading bright white and blue across his chest. Frustrated, he kept trying, but it was like the fabric was absorbing the sugar, making the color impossible to clean off. Kyle angrily threw the towel down and stuck his hand under his shirt to scratch. Holy crap, he was so itchy. It felt like there were ants crawling on his torso. Finally, he wrenched his hand out and pulled his collar out again - and let out a ragged gasp.
His chest had dozens of tiny black hairs poking through the skin, with the heaviest patch in the center right where the missing buttons were. Kyle pulled open the drawer beneath the sink, but all it had was air freshener and matches for candles - there wouldn’t be any razors or shaving cream down here in the guest bathroom. But he needed to shave his…
...upper lip? Kyle’s eyes widened at the sight of a wispy mustache above his mouth. It was soft to the touch, but dark, which made it noticeable. And his sideburns were longer than usual - the barber normally chopped them off, but now they extended an inch past his earlobes. Kyle stood staring at himself in shock. Were his eyebrows a little bushier too? He looked so weird, that round, pale babyface with fuzzy hair dotted across it. But this was part of growing up, he supposed. He was 16 now. He knew there’d be awkwardness, he just didn’t know it would happen so fast.
What he wanted to do was ask one of his parents, but that would require entering the room with all the guests - the same room that currently held his phone, which he’d inadvertently left on the dining room table at his place. So, he took the only course of action he could think of: he stuck his head out into the hall to make sure the coast was clear, then he crept toward the stairs so that he could sneak up to the second floor bathroom and get some razors. It was a journey he made multiple times per day, but today it felt like it was miles long.
He was halfway to the stairs when he suddenly couldn’t breathe. Kyle groaned and bent over to loosen his belt, but it was already at the last notch, so he unbuckled it just in time for the button of his pants to pop free. “Unnnhhhh…” he moaned under his breath, and a bead of sweat dripped off his forehead and hit the ground between his feet. He was so dizzy that he knew he needed to stop, so instead of going up the stairs, he positioned himself around a corner, where he’d at least be out of sight if someone came down the hall. Just needed to catch his breath...he took in a deep one, and his polo shirt ripped downward from the collar. “J-just a growing boy,” Kyle told himself, using his hand to pull the tear together. His chest was knocking against his fist, and he could feel the sides of his shirt straining. Why were his clothes so small all of a sudden…
All the jostling got his nipples erect, and he used his free hand to thumb one through his shirt, noticing that the protuberance was as big as a gumdrop. His mouth dropped open and sweat rolled into it, salty and warm. “Unf…” He pulled one hand free from his shirt to wipe his face, not noticing that there was a new mother of pearl button where he’d been holding the torn sides together. His other hand remained firmly clamped on his nipple, and the stimulation was jangling nerves all over his body. He slumped against the wall, a small smile on his face despite how off he felt. Maybe he’d eaten something spoiled, and that’s why he felt so itchy and sweaty...or maybe he was just a teenage boy and was turned on for no reason, because that was how his brain worked.
He let his arms rest at his side, head tilting back to use the wall as support. That felt better. Allowed him to catch his breath and get his heart rate down, but not before his fingernails had left scratch marks in the house’s old wallpaper where he’d been bracing against the wall. Kyle looked at his hands and picked bits of wallpaper out from under his nails, hoping his mom didn’t notice. Then, to not damage the wallpaper more, he rested his palms on his chest instead, gently rubbing his huge nipples and wondering when they’d gotten so big. They were so pert and destined to poke through every shirt he owned, no matter how thick the fabric was. And his chest was kind of...rounder than usual. He cupped his palms and felt its shape, smiling as it seemed to blossom at his touch - as if pecs were budding out of his torso - but he knew that was silly, even as he felt the weight building outward in front of him, nipples shifting to point sideways as the new button of his shirt began to strain again. “Mmmm…”
Footsteps coming down the hall jolted him from his fervor. His spine stiffened, and he held his breath until he heard the bathroom door shut. Now that he was a bit calmer, it was time to head upstairs, he decided. He started his journey back up, quickly shuffling toward the stairs, finding movement quite difficult with the current state of his clothes. His pants were so tight he couldn’t really bend his knees, and both his navel and ankles were fully exposed. When he finally made it to the stairs, the very first step tore open the seat of his pants.
Undaunted, Kyle kept easing his way up the stairs, but it was a slow process. He had to stay close to the wall because the dining room would see him otherwise, and there were creaky areas that he needed to navigate around. Not to mention, by the time he was halfway up, his chest was bouncing and jiggling, like it was trying to get his attention. The button struggled harder as the two round shapes beneath grew too big to ignore, the fabric hugging them like a pair of gift-wrapped basketballs.
Kyle ignored all these sensations, and the sound of his pants steadily ripping further - they were splitting down the sides now, too. He couldn’t think about that right now. He needed to shave. He finally reached the summit and staggered to the family bathroom, smacking a wrist against the door as he threw himself in. “Yowch-- oh SH…”
He stared stupefied at his reflection. His sideburns had grown down his cheeks and now connected to his mustache, and a new patch of hair had sprouted on his chin. There was more hair now, too - it didn’t look nearly so wispy anymore -
PLINK!
The button on his shirt snapped free and bounced off the mirror, and his chest burst free like a jack-in-the-box, shoving its way out into the open as if it couldn’t wait to show itself off. Kyle whimpered in shock as he stared at it, and though he didn’t want to, he pulled it further open so he could look at the new pecs he sported, and all their hair. The short bristles were no more, replaced with long wiry curls that covered all of his chest except his oversized nipples, which stuck out proud and pink from the dark thicket. “Wh-what’s happening…”
It seemed impossible that anything could distract him, but as he surveyed his new chest hair, he realized his shirt had changed too - it was softer now, at least in parts, and the sleeves were down past his elbows. The blue and white stains, the same exact colors as his frosting, were looking more and more like a bold vertical stripe pattern. The floppy collar of his polo was stiffer now, and taller around his neck. Kyle reached up to touch it, but his arms were guided away as his back suddenly widened, lats flaring out and changing the shape of his torso to a distinct V. He felt his nipples tingle, his pecs warm, and then they grew again, swelling larger and rounder and pushing up closer to his chin. Kyle didn’t want to enjoy it, but he did - he stifled a moan by biting his lip, filling his mouth with the new whiskers that had grown around it. His chest was so solid and thick, and it wouldn’t stop growing - every time he glanced down, the stripes on his shirt were a bit more warped, the shirt a bit further open to show more of his chest.
He pulled the shirt off and hung it on the bathroom door handle so that he’d be able to shave his chest unencumbered, but his muscles reacted like they’d been unleashed. Suddenly his biceps had peaks, his delts were capped, and his chest was barrel. Kyle looked down at his arms and the veins that criss-crossed their way up to his shoulders. Simply balling his hand into a fist made his biceps grow again, the entirety of his arm swelling with mass as hair bristled out beneath it. “Mmmfff.” He leaned against the counter and watched his hands expand - fingers thickening and palms widening - as his shoulders and back and flared out wider, wider, until they spanned the entirety of the shower behind them. And when the itchiness returned and Kyle had to scratch at his pecs, he saw just how hairy they’d become: curls as dense and dark as steel wool, covering his chest from collarbone to ribcage.
Don’t do it, his brain said. Don’t do it…
But Kyle did it: he threw his arms out to his sides and hit a classic double bicep pose, admiring his new muscles. His biceps bulked huge and solid, pushing past twenty inches. More hair puffed proudly out of his broadening chest, and as he leaned back, he saw his abs push against the skin - thick and distended, like the track of a tractor tire. He ran his hands down them - they had hair, too - not as much as his chest, but enough to highlight the ridges of muscles. Then he moved his hands back up toward his chest, wedging his thumbs under the overhang of his prodigious pecs. When he looked down, he couldn’t see his hands...actually, he couldn’t see the rest of his body. His vast chest filled his whole vision. He couldn’t believe how big it was. Couldn’t understand it. It was enormous. And it kept growing. He thought of the men downstairs and tried to recall if any of them had a chest like this. There was no way any of them did; he wouldn’t be able to forget it. A couple of them had man-boobs, but that wasn’t what these were. “Pecs,” Kyle whispered to himself, his muscle tits swelling in agreement with his appraisal. Another round of glistening dark hair emerged from his skin. He had big, mighty, Herculean pecs, and he was completely in love with them even though they were so hairy.
When he smiled at his chest in the mirror, the sight of his teeth shining through whiskers shocked him back to consciousness. “Buh...BEARD?!” he said, looking at the thick, dark beauty on his face. The creep of his fuzz hadn’t abated while he was distracted by his chest, and all the areas were fully connected now. Calling it ‘fuzz’ wasn’t right either. These were whiskers. They were scratchy, not soft like before, and they covered his skin. They’d grown in all the same length, short and trim, squared off on the neck and cheeks like a barber had just tidied him up. It was a stunning beard, the kind that all men want. Like Kyle’s body hair, it was the wrong color, making the ruddy auburn hair on his head look out of place despite having been there first.
“Let’s clean you off,” Kyle mumbled, grabbing his dad’s electric shaver and turning it on. The buzz turned to a dull roar as it touched his chest hair, followed by a noise that reminded Kyle of when he ran over a rock with the lawnmower. He pushed the razor through his pelt, but nothing happened. The hair refused to be cut. With a frustrated grunt, he dropped the shaver back in the drawer and slammed it. “Probably broke it, just my luck,” he said, rubbing his throat. Voice sounded deeper…
He picked up a razor, but he knew it was hopeless. His chest hair was too long and thick. A single swipe of a razor would be excruciating, let alone his entire chest, which looked a mile wide to his eyes. He was stuck. He had a beard and chest hair and there was nothing he could do about it.
With a sigh, he reached for his shirt on the doorknob, but stopped when he saw how his muscles moved - bulging and rippling under his skin. He was so huge now. Gigantic arms, doublewide back, popping delts and that chest that defied description. He turned to the side and surveyed the meaty ass jutting out a full foot from his backside - he tensed it, and laughed as it bounced. Then he grabbed his shirt and began the ordeal of getting it on his body. It took work, because he was so muscular. He’d lost a lot of range of motion.
The shirt was halfway buttoned when Kyle remembered it had once been a polo. Now it was a dress shirt, suitable for a formal occasion, with long sleeves and an elegant spread collar. The fabric was soft and silky, bearing bold blue and white stripes the color of his cake frosting. Kyle buttoned himself up and was relieved to see the shirt fit - it was even a little big. He tucked the shirttails into his pants and realized those were new, too: a pair of pressed tan trousers with a nice brown belt that matched the brown leather shoes on his feet. He pulled the belt tight so his shirt would stay tucked - his dad was a stickler for that, thanks to the military - then wondered what else he could do. At least with his shirt buttoned up, his chest hair was hidden, but there was no covering the beard. The group had to be wondering where the hell the guest of honor was, and Kyle had a feeling he was already gonna be in trouble for disappearing for so long, so he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom with all the enthusiasm of someone heading to the gallows.
He paused at the top of the stairs, briefly, feeling grateful he’d found...or grown...these well-fitted clothes. He didn’t know what was happening, but it couldn’t be the first time something like this had happened - someone at the party was bound to have encountered it before, right? Kyle wondered if this was just part of being an adult and no one ever talked about it, but that didn’t explain the clothes.
Whatever.
He stood up straight, like his dad always made him, and took a deep breath. His gargantuan chest filled with enough air to blow up a mattress, bursting open the top half of his dress shirt to create a window for his hairy pecs. Kyle didn’t notice, though he did feel them hoist and heave as he lumbered down the stairs, as more weight piled onto his frame and filled out his shirt and pants to the brink. New inches on his arms strained his sleeves enough for him to stop after a few steps, pop open his cuffs, and roll them up to his elbows to expose his hairy, massive forearms. He inspected his hands - huge and powerful - and used them to stroke his beard, just to feel the whiskers. Each individual follicle was tough and prickly, but together, they felt soft. He liked having a beard. He liked being a man.
A man...that was a funny thought, Kyle mused as he eased back down the stairs step by step. He’d never thought of himself as a man before, but right then it felt so natural as a descriptor for himself. He was a man. Or at least he was becoming one. Either way, it excited him.
To Kyle, the identification of himself as a man was the reason for the tingles he was feeling. The real source was his hair retreating into his scalp, vanishing inch by inch, darkening to match his beard as it became a short, tidy side part. There was less of it, too, and by the time Kyle’s dress shoes clicked onto his first floor, a good portion of his scalp was visible through his thinning hair.
He looked toward the dining room and listened for any mention of his name, then turned to take the long way down the hall so he could stall a bit more-
“OH!” Turning on his heels put him face-to-face with Ben. They immediately started talking over each other.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you-” Ben started to say.
“Dude, it’s me!” Kyle said at the same time. “I know I look diff...is that my VOICE?” He clutched his throat, hands covering his bulging Adam’s apple. “What happened to it!”
“You okay?”
“My voice!” Kyle kept saying, in a rich and resonant bass that rang through the house. “M-my voice!”
“What’s up with you?” Ben asked, cocking his head.
“Nothing! I mean...no, not nothing...I know I look kinda funny, but I can explain. Sorta-”
“You don’t look funny,” Ben shrugged. “You’re just acting funny.”
“But I have a beard!” Kyle thrust his huge chest forward. “And muscles!”
“Oookaaaay…” Ben’s bemused expression turned to one of genuine worry. “Do you feel funny?”
“Of course I feel funny,” Kyle said, gigantic muscles jostling inside his shirt. “I’ve turned into some kind of…” He looked down, and back up. “Why are we the same height?”
“Hm?”
“How tall are you?”
“What is UP with you?” Ben asked. “I’m six-two, but I don’t see why-”
“No, you can’t be...I’m only five-eight.”
“Where’re you getting that from? We’re both six-two.” Kyle squeezed Ben’s shoulder. “Seriously, are you okay?”
“There’s something weird going on,” Kyle said. “You look different...I gotta figure out what’s going on…” He pushed past Ben, who called after him, but Kyle ignored him. He was in a daze. His body was so big. He was walking down the same hall he’d just been in before he went upstairs, but now it felt small and constricting. A big man like him needed more space. He needed to stop thinking like that - he wasn’t supposed to be a big man yet - but just feeling like one made his beard thicken, his shoulders widen, his chest expand. His dress clothes struggled to hold in his mass. There was a word for what he was: a bodybuilder. Big everywhere except the waist. It was decently big now too, 36 inches, but he’d built out his thighs and back and chest to keep that X-shape. “Big hairy bodybuilder,” he said under his breath, and when he felt his voice rumbling out of him he added, “with a really, really deep voice…”
Those words were the last ones he managed before the party spotted him. “Where ya been, dick!” someone said, and Kyle scowled. Why were these people so comfortable insulting him? Why did his parents let them? He went into the dining room with a face like thunder, until he looked on either side of him and realized he was the biggest man in the room.
“Say, that is one beautiful shirt,” one man said, admiring the expensive fabric straining over Kyle’s monstrous frame. “Where’d you get it?”
“Made custom for me!” Kyle smiled, his deep voice turning heads. “I haven’t been able to buy dress shirts or trousers in stores for years,” he bluffed. “Big chest and small waist makes it impossible.”
“I’d imagine. How’s the business going?”
Kyle had no idea how to answer that, so he paraphrased a few go-tos he’d heard his dad use: “Same ol’, same ol’. Can’t complain.”
“I hear that!” the man said, cheersing his beer bottle. It reminded Kyle of something.
“I have a glass of wine somewhere with my name on it, let me track that down if you don’t mind.”
“Man’s got his priorities in order!” the man laughed, and Kyle did too, shaking the man’s hand with a crushing grip. Then he peeled away, feeling relief that he’d successfully made small talk with one of his parents’ friends without being identified. The guy really thought Kyle was some well-dressed businessman.
Well, he was partly right, anyway: Kyle was beautifully dressed. His tight shirt was the perfect balance of formality and sex appeal, showcasing his favorite feature: his huge hairy chest. And his trousers fit his long, thick legs and propped out his ass. He could feel his parents’ friends admiring him. It was like a drug. For the first time, he felt like the life of the party. He was just having trouble enjoying it.
Kyle let the party separate for him to reach the head of the table and retrieve the glass of white wine Ben left for him there. A few sips were a welcome break from the confusion. He picked up a plastic fork and got himself a bite of cake, licking crumbs and frosting out of his beard with a contented smile. Even though everyone was looking at him, there was no way they knew the tall, hairy muscleman was the same kid whose birthday it was...there was some freedom in that anonymity, even though he didn’t understand why it-
“Your pecs were always your signature,” a man at Kyle’s side said, interrupting his thoughts.
Kyle bounced his massive rack up and down with a cocky chuckle, nipples nearly hoisting themselves free from his shirt. “You better believe it,” he said.
“And you’ve kept your waist,” the man complimented, clinking his beer bottle against Kyle’s wine glass to make a toast. “Really impressive for a guy your age.”
Kyle didn’t know what that meant. Didn’t everyone have a waist? Or maybe the man was talking about slim waists, since he had a belly that made him look square instead of a taper like Kyle. “Yeah, well, I got these kids nipping at my heels,” Kyle said, not having a clue what he was talking about. “This is a rare treat,” he said, motioning to the bite of cake on his fork, which he then made a show of depositing in his mouth. “Mmmm.”
“Well, you’ve more than earned it,” the man said, slapping Kyle on the back. “Damn, it’s like touching a brick wall. Happy birthday, big fella. Never thought you’d be this old, huh? I sure didn’t.”
Kyle had spent a long time fantasizing about his sixteenth birthday, so he wasn’t sure how to respond, but with his mouth full of cake he had an excuse to just nod and smile.
“Kyle,” hissed a strangled voice on Kyle’s left. Kyle’s blood chilled - he thought it was one of his parents asking him why he was dressed so strangely - but when he turned, he saw Frank, the guy who’d used the bathroom after him. The old man seemed nervous, and he’d positioned himself a little behind Kyle, as if trying to hide.
“It’s...Frank, right?” Kyle said, projecting his voice like a businessman. “What’s...why are you wearing a wig?”
“It’s not a wig,” Frank whispered, touching the thick gold tresses pushed back from his forehead. A few strands dangled over his right eye. “It’s grown back.”
“Why would...huh? Why are you…” Kyle tried to piece together his thoughts.
“My stomach is in knots. I feel so strange,” Frank said, and Kyle noticed the man’s voice was smooth now, not hoarse and feeble like before. “And I was over there trying to hide out when I saw you over here, and realized something’s happening to you too-”
“Shhh,” Kyle interrupted. “I know. There’s gotta be an explanation. I came down to ask an adult.”
“YOU’RE an adult now,” Frank said.
“Me?” Kyle chortled and flicked his fingers directly toward the hair standing proudly from his chest. “I’m just a kid.”
“No. No!” Frank said, shaking his head wildly. “You gotta see, you’ve changed-”
“I know I have,” Kyle said, putting his hand on Frank’s back and guiding him toward the door when he saw heads beginning to turn their way. “Let’s go figure this out, okay pal?”
“You gotta help me, I don’t get what’s going on,” Frank whimpered, a rather pathetic display for an old man. “I don’t feel good.”
“I am helping you, buddy, it’s okay,” Kyle said, his deep voice broadcasting complete control over the situation. But as soon as they’d made their way out of the dining room and away from all of the adults, reality sank in, and Kyle realized how mature he was acting, and how odd it was that an elderly man like Frank had sought out the youngest guy at the party for help. “I’m...I’m so much bigger than you now…” Kyle stammered, putting his arm around Frank’s shoulder and pulling the old guy close to support him. “Maybe you could help me understand what’s happened to me-”
Frank shook his head. “I don’t know how I even recognized you. You look nothing like yourself. You’re an entirely different person.”
“Same face!” Kyle corrected. “I just have a beard now.”
“And less hair.”
Kyle touched the bald spot on the back of his head and groaned. “No...NO…” But at the moment, Frank doubled over and gripped onto Kyle’s shirt. Kyle caught him and pulled him back upright, but Frank moaned in pain, folding his hands over his stomach. “Let’s get you laid down,” Kyle said softly, and they began the laborious journey back up the stairs, Frank clutching onto Kyle for support.
“You are...the biggest person...I have ever seen…” Frank huffed between steps. “What happened to you…”
Kyle shrugged, traps pushing through his unbuttoned collar and squeezing up around his face. “I can’t think about that right now. Let’s get to know each other better, huh? My name’s Kyle, I’m sixteen, uh...my favorite color is blue…” He got distracted by the sensation of his muscles roiling within his tight clothes; the sight of his veins squeezing up inside his shirt sleeves and his chest hair covering pecs so wide he had to angle himself to walk up the stairs. An erection grew inside his trousers. “Y-you go,” he said, hoping Frank didn’t notice the boner.
“My name’s Frank, I’m seventy-one, my favorite color is...I don’t know, haven’t thought about it in a while.” Frank put a hand on the stair in front of him and wheezed, then kept climbing. Kyle looked at the man’s thick blond hair with envy. Why did an old guy like Frank have movie star hair, while Kyle was a teenager going bald. It wasn’t fair.
“You’re doing great, buddy, we’re almost there,” Kyle said, patting Frank. “What’s wrong with your stomach?”
“It’s just twisted up. It feels like it’s moving around - like the muscles are alive.”
Kyle nodded. That was how he’d felt before he’d turned into a total muscle freak. Maybe it was contagious...he needed to figure it out, but his main concern was Frank. The poor guy was sweating, so Kyle whipped out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and dabbed it against the man’s face. Frank looked at him gratefully, and Kyle smiled back.
“Here we go,” Kyle said as they got to the top of the stairs. Frank was walking at a 45-degree angle, his frail body hanging off of Kyle’s enormous one, as they walked into Kyle’s bedroom. “This is my room, you can lie down here,” Kyle said as he eased Frank onto the bed.
Frank groaned and pulled his knees up to his stomach as he flopped onto his side. “Something’s wrong with me…”
“Nah, you’re fine, don’t worry,” Kyle said, kneeling down to stroke a few strands of hair from Frank’s face. “I’ll get you some water if you’d like.”
“Yes please,” Frank said feebly.
“Alright bud.” Kyle had trouble getting up - he had to use the bed as leverage, and laughed at his predicament. “I’m so damn big,” he huffed as he got to his feet, giving Frank another kind smile before he walked out of the room to get his new friend a cup of water.
His erection was bigger than ever, an unmissable lump stretching down the inside of his pant leg, as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. It gave him a few moments to relish the view of his monumental tits - they stuck out so far that even when he held his head high and looked straight ahead, he could see them peripherally. He grinned and imagined them getting just a little bit bigger, and he swore they actually did, ballooning further outward. His nipples worked themselves free from his shirt, so Kyle stopped to cover them back up, adjusting his pecs and noticing he had some silver in his chest hair.
“Holy shit,” he said at the sight of his reflection. He was a monster. Muscles everywhere, popping out of his clothes, rippling even when not moving. Covered in hair from the neck down. He put his hands on his hips, standing like a superhero as he looked at himself with a cocky smirk on his face. The expression didn’t go away even when he observed that his beard was now salt-and-pepper, and his hair - his thin, short hair - was noticeably lighter, like it was turning gray. It all contributed to him being a force of seasoned manliness. This man was a protector, a provider, and a caretaker.
He grabbed the cup he used to rinse after brushing his teeth, wiped it out, and filled it with cold tap water. He recalled how it normally felt when he held it. It didn’t feel like that now. In his big mitt, it was like an inconsequential little dixie cup, despite being made of plastic.
When Kyle got back to his bedroom, Frank was stretched out on his side with his hands clutching his belly. “I didn’t realize you were so tall,” Kyle said, looking at Frank’s feet hanging over the edge of the bed. “Here, brought you some water.”
“Thank you,” Frank said, sitting up to chug the whole cup. That was when Kyle noticed that Frank’s clothes didn’t fit. His Oxford shirt was too tight around the shoulders, and his old-fashioned khakis didn’t even reach his socks.
“Are you…growing?”
Frank looked up at Kyle. His eyes were vivid blue, their sparkling clarity brightening his whole face. “I don’t know,” he said, flopping back down on his back. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
“What’s going on in here?” asked a deep voice.
Frank leaned his head off the pillow and looked in the doorway. “Hey Ben!” he said, a twinge of excitement in his voice. If he hadn’t said Ben’s name, Kyle wouldn’t have known who was at the bedroom door. Ben had changed clothes, for one; his baggy t-shirt was swapped out for a tight navy dress shirt tucked into stylish white jeans. His bushy blond hair was now a sleek, Beckham-caliber coif. And he was tall.
Kyle gasped as he swept into the room. “BEN?”
“What’s up,” Ben smiled. “I thought I heard furniture being moved up here, but then I realized it was just you walking around.” He punctuated this joke with a slap on Kyle’s back. “Something wrong?” He asked, turning to Frank.
“Wh-what’s happened to you-” Kyle stammered, but Frank was already talking over him.
“I don’t feel good, man,” Frank said to Ben, his voice smoother after drinking his water. “I just feel so strange…” He arched his back in an attempt to stretch, an 8-pack abdomen pressing firmly against his shirt. “Can you tell if I’m sick?”
“Well, I don’t have my stethoscope, but I’ll try,” Ben said with a smile, sitting down next to Frank. He put the back of his hand on Frank’s forehead, and Kyle noticed how big his arm was - it was bulging out of his shirt sleeve - was it getting bigger? “No fever.”
“I’m so warm,” Frank said, sucking in breaths. “I haven’t felt like this in so long.”
“Take in a deep breath for me?” Ben asked, demonstrating one at the same time Frank did. In unison, the buttons on their shirts burst open, exposing the center of their chests. Frank arched his back again, and two slabs of muscle rose from his chest, gray hairs falling away to leave smooth, tan skin. “Good job, dude,” Ben said, patting Frank’s leg as he stood back up. “But it’s just as I feared.”
“What is it?” Frank asked.
“You have…” Ben hung his head and shook it from side to side, an act convincing enough that Kyle started to worry, until Ben finished the sentence: “...The Horny.”
“Oh, is that it?” Frank moaned, his hips rolling up and down on the bed. “I’m just horny? I forgot what it felt like, I guess. It’s been so longgguhhh…it feels so...good...”
“He must be all the time, right?” Ben said to Kyle. “At his age.”
“Why’re you asking me?” Kyle said, but he was cut off by Frank’s grunts as the old man fondled his crotch. Except Frank didn’t look that old anymore - his wrinkles seemed to fade as Kyle looked at him, the skin around his neck and jaw suddenly tight and supple as sweat dripped down them. He rolled his head to the side and looked up at Ben and Kyle standing over him. His face flooded with admiration. “You’re both so big,” he slurred, eyes dreamy and unfocused. “I wanna be big like you two.”
“You will be someday,” Ben smiled, and he rolled his shoulders back as his shirt filled in with two wide, round boulders that pumped out to hang over Frank’s bed. Kyle watched with astonishment as Ben grew his pec s, as the mass seemed to flood his torso and stretch out his clothes, his shoulders broadening and arms thickening.
“You look so grown-up…” Kyle muttered, watching Ben change.
“I am grown up,” Ben asserted, as his physique shifted into full blown hunkiness, a wide back tapering down to a slim waist and bubble butt. His clothes looked ready to explode off him. He flipped open another button on his dress shirt to alleviate some of the strain, but Kyle could tell he was turned on too. The room smelled like testosterone.
“What on earth is happening to you two,” Kyle asked, taking a step back to survey the scene. He looked at Ben and watched Ben’s young face extend, the baby fat dispersing as Ben’s jaw lengthened and squared. His forehead pushed out along with his cheekbones, stubble blossoming across his face. Then a loud moan from Frank drew Kyle’s attention to the bed, where he saw the formerly old man now bursting with youth and vitality, his muscles pumping up and his face chiseling itself into the blueprint of a hot young jock.
Kyle backed up against the wall, watching Ben and Frank’s bodies expand and swell just as his own had. Ben’s muscles were big and solid; Frank’s were tight and twitching, as if he was ready to explode off the blocks at any moment.
“You guys look so much alike,” Frank grinned, eyes darting between Ben and Kyle. Kyle shook his head but felt something shift beneath his beard, his own jaw flaring as his bone structure built itself into a masculine ideal. His hands flew up to his face, patting the skin - it was thicker, he was sure - he felt it getting rougher, felt the creases fall into place.
“What’s going on…” Kyle groaned.
“I’m feeling a lot better,” Frank said, rolling up and onto his feet. He stumbled for a moment before finding his footing, muscle shaking out across his large frame. “Hey, look!” he said to Ben. “I’m taller than you!”
“Yeah, well, I’ll always be older.”
Kyle shook his head over and over. Ben wasn’t older than Frank. Ben was a kid and Frank was an old man. But now in Ben’s place was this full-grown muscleman, and in Frank’s was a well-built jock with so much energy he bounced on his heels instead of standing still. And the more they interacted, the more they were looking alike...sharp chins, chiseled jaws, big white smiles. A couple of 10/10 hunks. Kyle wanted to pull them apart and tell them something crazy was going on, but something else in him loved watching them interact...he could sense Ben’s deep affection for Frank, and Frank’s endless admiration for Ben, and it was so beautiful to see…
Frank’s whole body jolted, and he sank back onto his bed with a big smile, murmuring about how amazing he felt - “I’m gonna - I’m sorry, I can’t help it - I…” and then a big wet spot appeared on his chinos as he slumped back, now sporting a skin tight white polo shirt that showcased his incredible build.
“Oh, JEEZ, Finn,” Ben snarked, as the handsome jock on the bed fell onto his back with a sleepy grin, proudly displaying his cum-covered crotch. Ben turned to Kyle. “Remember what it was like to just lose control like that?”
“That’s...you’re…” Kyle sputtered. “It’s not like you’re some old man.”
“Sure, I’m just 31, but 31 is miles away from 17.”
“You’re 31?” Kyle asked meekly, looking at the stunning stud.
“Crazy, right?”
Kyle’s brain was swimming. Ben was 13, not 31. And Finn was 71, not 17. And wasn’t his name something other than Finn? And, wait, their ages had reversed--
Kyle flashed back to the dining room, and the candles on the cake...oh SHIT.
“Keep an eye on your little brother,” he bellowed as he hurled himself out of the room and ran down the stairs. Little brother? Finn couldn’t be Ben’s little brother. They had different moms. That was why they were fourteen years apart. But they still looked so much alike. Such a handsome pair of young men. Finn just worshipped Brian. Always had, since he was a baby. And Brian never got impatient with Finn, even when he was in high school and Finn was a toddler who wouldn’t leave him alone. Wait, wasn’t Brian’s name...something else with a ‘B’...but Brian and Finn sounded right. The Patton boys.
Kyle made it down the stairs and pushed his thoughts to the side as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He looked like an older Brian, handsome and wildly masculine. He could imagine Brian looking like this someday, with the same gray hair and salt-and-pepper beard bristling with sheer virility. Why did he look so much like Brian and Finn…
...oh fuck. Fuck fuck…
Kyle lumbered to the dining room where the guests continued to mingle, his pecs entering before he did. He needed to find his folks. Figure out what was going on. But they weren’t there. Or maybe they were, and he couldn’t remember what they looked like. Either way, Kyle knew it was up to him to figure out what had happened. It was his birthday party, after all, and his house. He’d bought the place 26 years ago, when Brian was a toddler. He hadn’t wanted Brian to have the upbringing he’d had, moving around constantly, never having enough time to make real friends. He wanted to put down roots. He wanted to be settled.
The man with the flat top sauntered up. “You alright, dick? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Why’s everyone calling me that?” Kyle snarled.
“Calling you what?”
“A dick!”
“Your name?”
Dick’s spine straightened. “Oh…” he said, sheepishly, as the man laughed.
“Think you’re the last generation that can have that name, for that exact reason!”
“Yeah,” Dick chuckled. “Brian always thanked me for not calling him that.” He puffed up with pride at the mere thought of his oldest son - the bodybuilding doctor, the kind of son Dick always dreamt of having. A bright, fun boy who’d grown into a good and accomplished man. And Finn was turning out the same: smart, funny, handsome, kind. All the good stuff.
Fuck...he was their dad. But he couldn’t be their dad, he was only 16!
But the banners on the wall said 61...and the candles on his cake said 61...and the gray in his hair and the creases on his face definitely said 61. “What’s happened to me,” Dick mumbled, looking at the decorations. Sweet Sixteen was forty-five years ago. He didn’t want to be 61, but when he thought about it, he didn’t particularly want to be 16 either. He was so powerless at that age. At least at 61 he had a family of his own, and a house he owned, and gigantic muscles, and so many friends. He was loved and respected, brimming with confidence, and...settled. That was the word. Settled and content.
Being a 61-year-old man was wonderful. It was the life Dick had always dreamt of, and now it was here. He wasn’t a kid anymore, he was a man! A big, strong man. It didn’t feel strange to call himself that anymore. He was mature now. He’d raised children and run a successful business.
Dick didn’t realize he was going to cum until he already was. He stood tall and broad as he felt his potent seed soak his underwear. He loved the sensation of literally overflowing with manliness. It was all he needed to embrace the man he’d become, sixty-one years young and damn proud of it. Maturity sank into his muscles, hardening them to match his weathered face.
He saw his sons chatting in a corner. Finn had changed pants, thankfully.
Dick turned and handed his phone to his buddy Garth, the man with the flat top. “Mind taking a picture of me and my boys?”
“Not at all!”
Dick strutted over and interrupted their conversation, throwing his arms around his kids. “I gotta commemorate us all being in the same place.”
“Augh, Dad, not the face,” Finn protested as his father planted a big wet kiss on his cheek while Garth snapped away.
“Got some whiskers there,” Dick boomed. “I think our little boy is growing up!” he joked to Brian.
“Half grown. He’s got a boy’s brain in a man’s body,” Brian teased, and Finn shot him what could only be described as a loving glare. Then they stopped bantering and smiled for the camera. For a couple shots, Finn dropped his head onto his dad’s shoulder, which caused Dick’s smile to broaden. The kid was a buff, cocky jock now, but he still loved his old man. And that made Dick feel so happy, and so settled.
Sorry for making people wait so long for another story. Needing to work some long hours which really makes it tough to write. Hopefully this one's worth the wait :)
Andre was pissed. He had been out on the town and a smoking hot Russian chick named Sofia had approached him in a bar. Sofina had the type of small, slender, supple physique that drove Andre wild as she pressed herself against his muscular frame caressing his huge pecs. Her hands drifted south, feeling the defined ridges of his abs before drifting lower still. Her eyes bulged as her hand gently brushed his sizable cock, the imprint of his boner clearly visible through his pants.
After several hours of flirting, Sofia had asked him for a private personal training session. Andre jumped at the chance to spend more time with the bombshell. But his mood quickly turned when he turned up at her house the following morning to find he’d be giving the PT session to Sofia’s significantly older husband Dimitri, rather than her.
What followed was a grueling half an hour of being forced to pose with the old man while Sofia took photos. “Smile my future muscle man!” she called as her husband gave a thumbs up to the camera with a cheesy grin on his face. Andre stood by clearly pissed with a dark brooding expression on his face. Dimitri had even taken his shirt off revealing his saggy old man body. Both Sofia and Dimitri had pressured Andre to strip off his shirt too, so they could see his muscular torso. If Andre had been alone with Sofia like he had planned, he would have happily complied, but this Dimitri guy was giving him the creeps.
The old man got increasingly vulgar as time passed. It started reasonably innocently, the old man asking how much he could bench or how big his biceps were but increasingly got more and more out there from “I bet a big young man like yourself beds many many women” to “I bet your large penis would make my wife orgasm many times”. Andre was incredibly uncomfortable with the prying old man.
Eventually, Dimitri snapped - “I’ve got shit to do, so let’s get this over and done with” he grumbled as he not so gently shoved the older man away from him. “Yes, let us begin with the workouts so I can become swole”, Dimitri said, beckoning for Andre to follow. “See you soon my muscle man!” Sofia called as the two men walked away. Dimitri led Andre through the massive house until the two came to a huge home gym. Andre was in awe. The gym was completely kitted out with the latest gym equipment, large floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and a collection of free weights that put the collection at his bodybuilding gym to shame.
“Where to start muscle man?” Dimitri said gesturing across the large gym. “Some with some basic curls I guess” Andre shrugged. “Many years since I worked out last,” Dimitri said shaking his head confused, “You show me”. Dimitri went and grabbed a pair of hefty dumbells. He grunted as he curled the heavyweights, his biceps swelling in size. “Such power!” Dimitri exclaimed, as he walked around the muscle-bound man, “You would not believe, but I was quite a specimen when I was younger”. Andre's face was red with exertion as he tried to block out the old mans rambling. “I commanded attention, a real man's man”, the old man laughed. “But now I am an old man, I am nothing,” Dimitri said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “the young men plot my downfall and my wife goes unsatisfied”. “What the fuck old man?” Andre said as he paused his exercise to turn towards Dimitri.
Suddenly Andre felt a pinch in his neck. The heavy weights in his hands clanged to the floor as his body became paralysed. Dimitri came into his view, a thin syringe in his hands. Andre’s eyes were darting across the room, looking for a way to escape as his fight or flight instinct kicked in. “Don't worry son, the paralyze will wear off soon” Dimitri said, a wicked look on his face, “but before, we must get job done”. Dimitri adjusted a large golden ring on his finger as he walked behind Andre.
The older man reached his hands out towards Andre’s wide back, feeling the ripping muscle under the bodybuilder’s athletic singlet. “So wide, so perfect,” Dimitri said as his hands roamed the expansive back in arching circles, “and to think it will be mine”. The ring on Dimitri’s finger began to glow red, and his palms began to sink into the larger man's back.
As the older man's hands sunk into his flesh, Andre felt his hands go numb as a foreign presence entered his body. Dimitri on the other hand felt an incredible rush of sensations as the innate feeling of his stiff older hands was replaced by something more powerful. He pushed his arms further into Andre’s back, marveling at the strength he felt overcome him as his feeble sticks were replaced by the feeling of Andre’s colossal cannons.
“Please don’t do this,” Andre begged. Dimitri snickered, "maybe if you didn't try to fuck my wife, I'd feel sorry for you". With that he closed his eyes and pushed his head and torso into the giant’s back. As his head disappeared into the mounds of flesh, he felt a rush of sensation come over him as the rest of his body was sucked in behind him. Overwhelmed, his head span and he completely lost his balance and fell forwards. Muscle memory kicked in and caught his weight and he dropped to one knee.
His eyes shot open and his senses were completely overwhelmed with foreign sensations. The feeling of thick, coarse hairs all over his chin and body. The fabric of his singlet pulled tight across his chest. All the sights and sounds of the room come through more vivid and clearer. The pungent, musky aroma seeping out of his pores. The strange sensation of simply taking up more space. It was all so overwhelming.
As he composed himself, he became aware of his impossibly large chest cavity his powerful lungs inhaled and exhaled. He looked down to be greeted by a thick quad, its tremendous size, separation, and feathering hinting at the thousands upon thousands of hours it’s owner had spent in the gym to grow such a colossal muscle. And now it was his.
He pushed himself to his feet, marveling at the raw power in his lower body. He looked down at his thick, calloused hands. His eyes followed the spider web of veins up his meaty forearms, to his bulky biceps and triceps. He flexed his arms slightly, watching his arms explode in size as the muscles expanded and contracted.
His eyes were drawn to his hulking form in the gym mirror. His athletic singlet was stretched to breaking point by his barrel chest and thick traps. He slowly peeled the singlet off his torso, the sound of several stitches popping under the strain as he struggled to get the garment over his substantial chest and shoulders.
Demitri paused as he saw his new shirtless form for the first time. Demitri had had a decent solid physique in his youth but his new form was on another level. Every muscle of his torso was thick, swollen, and cross-crossed in thick angry veins from his heavy slab-like pecs to his cobblestone abs and impossibly wide lats. Demitri ran his meaty fingers through the thick pelt of fur that covered his pecs and abs feeling the granite muscle underneath. Catching a glimpse of his massive arms, he couldn't resist bringing them up into a double bicep flex, intoxicated by the strength coursing through his veins.
His eyes were drawn to his colossal quads next, so wide that they forced each other apart. He rolled up the legs of his shorts, exposing more and more of the solid mass. A pang of pleasure coursed through his body as the action of rolling up his short legs exposed the tip of his penis to the cool air of the gym.
Intrigued, Demitri slid down his workout shorts, causing his monstrous package to burst forth, its heavy weight slapping loudly against his thigh. Demitri stood stunned as he gazed upon the monstrous appendage attached to his crotch. It was huge, thick, and angry looking, its solid mass protruding slightly due to the hefty balls it nestled on. He gently reach out and grabbed it with one of his saucer-like hands. Fuck - he was still soft.
The thought of the power he now possessed sent him over the edge, his hands exploring every inch of his cock as it began to slowly engorge with blood growing somehow even bigger and thicker. Within moments, he was fully hard, his beautiful cock standing slightly less than perpendicular to his body due to its sheer weight. "I’m perfect," he grunted as he took in his hyper-masculine form, a glob of thick pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock.
“Where is my husband?” a voice behind him cried. He turned to find his wife standing in the doorway, a stunned look on her face. “I’m right here babe”, Demitri said, the thick Latino accent feeling strange as it came out of his mouth as he gestured to his body, “I got a bit of an upgrade”.
Before she could comprehend what was happening Demitiri had scooped his wife up in his arms, her thighs resting on either side of his sculpted torso. Her eyes went wide as she felt Demitiri’s python beneath her. As she gazed into his eyes, a moment of realisation flowed over her as the confused look on her face twisted into one of pure lust.
She reached up and grabbed him by the neck pulling Demitiri’s lips to hers. They embraced for a few moments, Sofia’s nostrils being assaulted by her husband's new deep musky scent. Demitri's system was being flooded with hormones he hadn’t felt in years. Wild with lust, he tore off his wife's lingerie and lined up his throbbing member with his wife's waiting hole.
He reveled in her screams and he slowly impaled her on his cock. This was the true alpha body he deserved. He would crush the pathetic young men that had tried to take advantage of his advancing years. But first, he was going to fuck his wife so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Sofia let out a high-pitched moan as he thrust himself into her, the first of many toe-curling climaxes she would have that day.
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There he is, the fat piece of shit. Hiding in the locker room thinking I wouldn’t find him. It’s probably the place he felt the safest, but not anymore. This is my domain now. I wonder how his first day was being an ugly fat tub of lard? Trying to explain to his friends and family how 70 pounds of his hard-earned muscle turned to fat overnight. Trying in vain to convince his cheerleader girlfriend that he could work it off by summer and be back the hot, fit jock that he used to be. I’d like to see him try. I tried for years to get rid of that fat and build muscle, but my genetics worked against me. My old genetics that is. And besides, losing a bit of fat won’t fix that soft jawline and those sunken cheekbones.
It’s time to remind him who’s boss. Look at his soft body jiggle as he tries to get away from me, slamming his fat torso against the lockers. What a fatty, he probably dented it. I’ve got you cornered now loser. Look at these huge biceps. You spent so many afternoons building these pythons up in the gym and on the pitch, but it only took me seconds to make them mine. I think I wear them well. I love how my skin now has a slightly pink glow when I have a pump. Look at the veins that snake up my forearms, pumping them full of blood. If I clench my fists, I can make them pulse. When I’m drenched in sweat, I look even bigger and more vascular.
I’m just so wide now. Good thing I stole a couple of you gym singlets. I love how my boulder shoulders spill out the sides, and how my back pulls the fabric tight across my traps. And this, chest. This fucking chest. Look at how it heaves every time I take a breath. I realised I could bounce this morning in math. That got a rise out of the class, especially your pretty little girlfriend. Look at the way they bounce and flex. Not like your saggy bitch tits. And these perky nips are so sensitive, I practically cum whenever they brush the fabric of my shirt.
And let’s not forget your famous abs. I could never understand why the Greeks had abs on their armour until I felt how hard these puppies are. Look, you can punch them all you like and you’ll probably do more damage to your hands than my rock hardcore. Your fat percentage must have been in single digits or something because when the light hits them just right, I can see the muscle fibres under the skin. Fuck I love this body. But you and I both know there’s more. I’ve come to finish off what I started, so I can ascend to being a true alpha.
Don’t try to run, don’t try to scream, you’ll only turn me on more. First I need to get rid of these tiny feet that I have. I had to get these shoes in the boy section, but I guess that’ll be your problem soon. I did a workout before this so my feet are nice and ripe. Peel off my socks loser, I want you to lick them clean. That’s it, your tongue feels so good. Ohh god, I’m getting pins and needles which means it’s starting. Fuck I love how this feels. Fuuuuuccckkkk. Jesus, what size are these puppies? You must have to go to a special store to get gym shoes to fit these things, they must be at least size 14s. And I love those veins that criss-cross over the top of the skin. But now they look out of balance compared to the rest of my legs. Let’s fix that, shall we? Massage my calves twerp. That’s it, really work them. There they come. Look at how much they’re swelling. They must be bigger than the arms of most of the football team. Look if I stand up on my tiptoes, they get super hard. Now to bulk up these quads. Hell yeah, look at those grooves appear out of nowhere. They’re getting so big they’re pushing each other out of the way. It feels so good to feel them rub together when I walk, the way they make my dick flop from side to side with each step. It’s getting hard just walking! Woah, I’m taller now as well. It’s so weird seeing the world from this high up. I literally look down on you now.
About that dick though. Even with all this muscle, you’re probably better known for the legendary piece that you have in your boxers. I bet you can hardly see it now with that massive stomach of yours so I doubt you’ll even miss it. How sad that you won’t be able to say goodbye? Let’s see what you’re going to be working with from now on. I know you’ve laughed at how small it is in the showers before, but that’ll be your micro-dick soon.
You know you want to suck it, you can't help yourself with the amount of pheromones coming off me. That’s it, it feels so good to be balls deep in your mouth, even if your body repulses me. Fuccckk, it’s starting. It’s like I’m still getting an erection, but I’m already hard. Don’t try to back out, I’m face fucking you untill this is done. How does it feel having my nuts smack against your chin each time I pump your fat face. It’s like they swell bigger with each smack. They feel so heavy in my hands. I’m feeling something of course through me, it feels so good, so primal. I feel like I own the world now, like I can just reach out and dominate those around me. No wonder why you had a body like this, it's crazy how much testosterone these fellas pump out. And hell, if you managed to build all of this at 18, imagine how massive I’ll be at 25. Imagine if I started taking roids as well, I’d be an absolute monster. Fuck, I’m getting close. You can’t even take half my shaft anymore. Look how big that vein is along the length of my shaft. Fuck it’s still growing, no wonder why you’re choking. Fuck, you can only just get your mouth past the tip now. I guess this is why they call it a mushroom head.
And what’s this? Foreskin? Kinda weird but I’m game. This monster must be at least 10 inches long, and it’s just so damn thick. Maybe I should start an OnlyFans or something. Damn you can’t even fit the tip in anymore. I guess I’ll take it from here. Look at that, I can have both my hands on the shaft and there’s still plenty of room. And my fingers don’t even make it close to making it the whole way round. Look at all the precum. That’s already double what one of my other loads would have been. Shit, I’m getting so close. Get over here bitch, I want to see what you’ve lost. Look at that cum as it showers your pathetic fatty body. That’s the cum of a real man. There’s more testosterone in my cum than in your entire body, you're an embarrassment to men everywhere.
Damn, I’m still hard. Better go find that girlfriend of yours to take care of that for me. Well, I guess she won’t be your girlfriend anymore once I’m done with her. Thanks for the body fatty.
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Dimitri had probably one of the strongest powers in his school, but he decided to play the long game. He faked in front of the instruction of the Super School that he could only phase through walls, but the truth is that he had ghost powers. He could float, become intangible, and of course possess people. Dimitri hide this from the school staff because he had no desire into becoming a superhero, he just wanted a nice body to start a life with. So there he was, punished for fighting with Alexei, the school main bully.
The two of them have been sentenced to cleaning the gym, which was perfect for Dimitri. Alexei was an arrogant stupid jock, but his body was chiseled like a Greek statue. It makes sense that his powers were super-strength and super-speed, he was built for it. Of course, they were forbidden from using their powers to clean faster. One of the teachers watched over them, Mr. Chuvstva. But Dimitri had a plan.
While Chuvstva was looking away, Dimitri became invisible.
“Hey! Sir, that shithead has run away!” shouted Alexei.
The teacher squinted. “My third eye can’t see him, he must be somewhere else in the school. Wait for me, I’m coming back.”
Mr. Chuvstva sprinted out of the room while Alexei cursed.
“That faggot! I knew he would use his powers!”
“Who you callin’ a faggot?” Dimitri’s voice echoed. “Aren’t you the guy who sucked off his teammates?”
“How you know that?!” questioned the jock.
Dimitri appeared in front of the blonde young man.
“Wassup Alexei?” He grinned. “You see, I can phase through surfaces, but I can also phase inside people, and you’re gonna be my next victim!”
The jock used his super speed to race to the other side of the gym and grab a metal rod.
“Not if I beat your ass first!” taunted Alexei.
“Wanna play?” Dimitri disappeared.
Alexei rushed all over the place until he lost his breath.
“Where…” He gasped. “Is that motherfucker?”
“Peek-a-boo.”
Dimitri materialized behind the jock and lunged from behind. His smaller frame slipped into Alexei’s beefier physique.
“Aaargh!” groaned Alexei as he dropped the rod. “G-GET OUT!”
The blonde young man thrashed around and grunted. His whole body vibrated as Dimitri’s ghost convulsed out of his body.
“What’s happening?!” wondered Dimitri.
“I got super speed, dipshit!” replied Alexei. “I can vibrate my body to phase too!”
The two young men struggled and wrestled for the control of the jock’s body. All of a sudden, the Mr. Chuvstva came back.
“The hell’s going on?” asked the teacher.
Alexei winced. “HELP ME SIR! Dimitri is- UUng! He’s trying to possess my body!”
“Don’t snitch!” yelled Dimitri.
Mr. Chuvstva removed his glasses. “I see. Let me help you.”
The teacher charged at Dimitri and merged with his ghost form. Then, the two pushed deeper into Alexei.
“NNNG! W-what are you doing?!?”
“I can possess ghosts!” declared the possessed Dimitri. “Now taking over your body should be easier!”
Alexei ground his teeth. “NO! YOU CAN’T! UUUNGGGG!!!”
The jock arched his back and screamed. Then, he shushed and he drooped his shoulders. He took a long breath and cracked his neck.
“Hmm, it feels good to be young again.” Alexei opened his eyes. “And that husky voice.” He looked down at his chest. “These muscles! Make me wish to workout instead of reading occult books.”
The possessed Alexei caressed his pecs and abs. Then, he flexed his left arm and smirked at the sight of his meaty bicep.
“Yesss, this body wil be very useful.” The jock kissed his guns. “Stupid simple Alexei, you wanted to be a hero just for the fame and the sex? Thanks to me, I’ll make of you something ever more grand!”
The jock ran a hand through his blonde mane.
“Ah, and hair again, wonderful!”
Alexei smiled and started to hover above the ground.
“Oh, and I still have Dimitri’s powers with it?” Doctor Death is back!”
Alexei flew up and phased through the ceiling. Once in the sky, the stud ripped his shorts away and stood naked over the city.
“I’ll make them treat me like I deserved to be!” He made some bodybuilder poses. “I’ll get some many whores with this body!”
The jock rubbed his hands all over this body and then grabbed his cock with left hand.
“Uuung! A young dick! Full of vitality and manhood!”
Alexei chewed at his muscly free arm while he masturbated.
“Fuck! This meat is so tender and solid!”
He then licked the sweat off his shaved armpit.
“Testerone and virility! Damn, young man, why shaving? You need some hair on!” He fondled his pecs. “No more shaving anymore…”
Alexei roared as he climaxed and rain his jizz all over the city.
(inspired by a classic GhostInTheDude story, but with a twist by me)
I awoke to the sound of my boyfriend’s excited, voice… only it didn’t sound exactly like him. “Hey stud! Wanna go back to our room and have some fun?!” His voice sounded more rough, older and yet more eager than normal and he kept rubbing his abs and pecs. It was like my boyfriend was checking out his body for the first time, especially after he just got out of the swimming pool. He’s normally more reserved, quiet, and polite- things like that; that’s why I want to marry him and call him my husband one day.
“You feeling okay, Diego?” I ask cautiously, sitting up from my nap. I instinctively felt the need to pull down the towel to show my muscular naked body. I could tell he was directly staring at me as I saw his tongue stick out of his mouth for a second. “Yeah babe! Never better! I’m just… really ready to go back our room. You are one smoking hot man!” I could see the outline of a boner in his Speedo.
Oh Fuck ... I think this fucker possessed my man, Diego. I’d heard about ghost possessions happening before while you’re swimming in a pool, especially on vacation spots like this clothing optional gay resort, but never in a million years thought I could see it myself. This fucking old man probably possessed Diego in hopes he could get me in bed with him. I mean, at least he didn’t possess me yet. The thought of a horny old man in my body shockingly turned me on. Diego was probably stuck watching this old man ghost use his body like a puppet.
I decided the best way to get him out would be to visit that psychic we saw on that street with the little shops. She would know something, right? Or maybe we could go back to the hotel room and fuck? I mean, this old man in Diego probably has moves even I haven’t experienced yet. Then he’d be stuck in Diego’s body. Well, our sex life has suffered a lot. Hmm ... fuck, he’s really turning me on with him all wet and feeling up his newly stolen muscles
“Whaddya say baby?” He repeats one more time as he flexes Diego’s stolen muscles.
“You know what, Diego. Let’s go. I need to breed that ass of yours.”
Diego’s eyes lit up and he gave me this mischievous grin that we knew the old man would be in Diego permanently. I can’t wait to to get to know my new Diego from the inside out.
Instead of a new story this week I’ve decided to re-upload an old favourite instead. As some of you may or may not know, the original version was completely wiped from the surface of the internet by Tumblr to the point where there wasn’t even a trace of its existence. I wasn’t even notified of this when it happened which feels like it’s own separate issue considering it was my biggest ever story but I digress. I thought that now might be the appropriate time to re-unleash this story upon the world and allow those who loved the original to enjoy it once again and for those who never got a chance to read the original to discover it for the first time. That said I’m hoping to come out with some new and fresh content very soon but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this return of an old classic!
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I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen buck naked.
I waltzed up to the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I lick my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…
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A few years back not long after I turned 20 my mom met a guy named Devin who she soon started dating. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 22 year old son which certainly peaked my interest.
When I first met him I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with enormous well rounded muscles that bulged under his clothes while standing at an imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome too because the hot body wasn’t already enough, even having a great full beard that I was jealous of. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils.
After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to those massive globes, no doubt stretching whatever pants he was wearing. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man.
Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now Step-Brothers. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.
Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller apartment but when he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment. I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, he always seemed very mature and put together.
The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other’s space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless, showing off his huge hairy chest, or god forbid only a pair of tight boxer briefs. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to take anything but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry, pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell.
For about 6 months that’s how my life was. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying not to let him see my dirty secret. That is until I found a certain little spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online and ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it but the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked peaked my interest.
Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day, giving it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.
I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true but as I’d expected, nothing happened. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did before heading to bed. I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. I remember I’d begun to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness swelled across my body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.
It seems I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical took place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I noticed my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up in confusion only to feel much heavier than normal while looking down the bed to see a pair of much larger feet. Next thing I yank off my bed sheets only to find a massive, hairy, muscular body that certainly wasn’t my own.
Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before grasping the heft of my giant new pecs, loving all the fur as I was previously rather hairless. Jumping out of bed I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge quads, and impressive calves. And then it started to hit me. I didn’t realise it at first as I’d never seen it from this angle but these giant legs, these bulging arms, these bulbous pecs… they all seemed exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his briefs which now clung tightly to my form as I didn’t fail to notice the familiar bulge in the front. Only… it was my bulge!
At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still I burst out of my room and made a beeline for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. I saw none other than the sexy bearded face of my step-brother staring back in disbelief.
As you can imagine I spent the next 20 or so minutes inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the body I’d been lusting over for these past years at my disposal felt like some kind of lucid wet dream. But it was real! From my brother’s handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!
Soon enough I’d yanked off the underwear and started pumping my dick in ecstasy, loving how my hand only just fit the whole way around. Waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to grope at my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier. Before I could shoot my new seed however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but judging by that scream I had only one guess as to what’d happened.
Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want him to think something was up to see me already wearing his clothes after all. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it.
Upon entering Sam’s room I was somewhat surprised to see an exact copy of myself stood freaking out at his body. I should’ve been expecting it but it was still extremely weird nonetheless. Then, as he saw me stood in the doorway, he went silent. Naturally he was in shock for a good moment or two but as soon as it passed he began shouting a bunch obscenities at me. Demanding who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to punch me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.
Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen, I could tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened, or even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to rub it in his face that I now had his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one but I couldn’t. Sure we weren’t super close or anything but he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead so I decided to take it easy on him.
I pretended to be just as confused as he was, saying who I really was but not having any idea how this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared, trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest.
Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each overs lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of this idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on. I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room while I changed. Though I couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left and showing off the meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give.
Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fitting me perfectly. I must’ve spent at least 15 minutes or so just trying on different clothes while jerking my cock a little in between until I heard a knock at the door and my former voice asking what the hell was taking so long. With a sigh I tucked my new toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt since I just couldn’t help but show off this bod. Could you blame me?
When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. He knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing things. I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all gym equipment works and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what his football practice is like with the team. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me.
Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glancing at his former body as I showed it off, even getting a little cocky by flexing every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to make sure I was feeding his body correctly. Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that produced during it, not being able to help sniffing my pits when I got back. Of course Sam told me to go get a shower but before I did I couldn’t help swiftly grabbing him and shoving his face into my musky pits, laughing as he squirmed for a moment before letting him go. I apologised after through my laughter though I couldn’t help but smirk subtly as despite his face looking disgusted, the slight bulge in his pants told another story.
The next day however was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me, some giving me an envious once over, others even saying hi to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from girls which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery. Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!
Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the jockbro mindset and was soon laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing, right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a lot of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality when I took his form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does, not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?
After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the site I used but that a one way transfer according to the spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time.
From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends inside and outside of the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me awhile to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears.
I’ve gotta say though, living with the former Sam was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch and that we’d have to go our separate ways but even after just over a week of being Sam I was having so much fun messing with him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing of my huge hairy pecs and whenever I’d catching him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d frequently pull him in for ‘brohugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.
Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in locker room, not that I can blame him, and how much he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each overs bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft to which I then soon returned the favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.
Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ‘To have some fun’ I believe my response was being making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s-well my bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each overs bodies as we slowly undressed, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.
One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about, groaning and grunting and my balls smacked against that supple butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was waiting for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lightly tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
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And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.
“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body, I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night.”
Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!”
Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it. So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound into another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?” By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught.
With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits, you love watching me slip perfectly into you jocky lifestyle. Just embrace it lil’ bro” He stares at me then at my pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily presses his nose into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.
“C…can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.
“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I state looking down at his hungry eyes. He nods in compliance and with that I put a hand on the back of his head and press him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m planning on making Ian my boyfriend in the future and I wanna be faithful ya know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”
With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! It’s finally here. I rushed downstairs when I heard the familiar ding of my doorbell. My hands were trembling, and sweat rained from my head. I opened the door, accomplished all the fuss with the delivery guy, and retreated to the basement lounge with the package. I can’t begin to count the days I have toiled, all so I could buy this expensive package. All those overtime and side hustles, all the things I didn’t buy. Everything, for this.
Using a boxcutter, I cut a neat cut down the middle. The brown paper package spread apart and lay in neat tatters on the ground. I opened the box. A gasp escaped my mouth at the same time. The thing inside is just as I have imagined it. It’s perfect. It’s a professionally-made bodysuit of an Asian bodybuilder and Internet star, Brock Nguyen. If you disregard the lack of innards, everything about the suit looked like him, from the face I first saw when I opened the box; down to the body when I pulled the bodysuit from the package. The texture was that of human skin. I can’t begin to imagine the mechanism of how they made it so warm. It doesn’t even have any sign of cooling down to room temperature. I could feel the bumps and minute hairs and the sheer smoothness of what seemed to be the abs. What surprised me more was the large size of it when compared to my body. He looked somewhat of average height in his videos. He’s taller by a few inches, and all of his limbs are larger than I have. I mean– I am not a difficult bar to pass, but still.
I laid the bodysuit flat on top of the coffee table. I stand in awe at the prospect of now having it. If what the website said is true, I’d turn into Brock if I wore this suit. Even now, it’s still unbelievable. The website has shown videos of other people turning into famous celebrities and Internet stars. They seem legit, but there is a nagging feeling at the top of my mind telling me they’re fakes. Nothing is impossible with video editing nowadays. But there is hope driven by the desire and lust to be someone better, to be like Brock. This is real. This is fucking real.
That underwear… They look familiar…
Clothes came along with the suit. I would have never given them second thoughts if I didn’t recognize the tight black underwear at the bottom of the box. There was this incident a few days ago when Brock’s household was robbed while he was out training in the gym. Commenters asked what was stolen from him and if he got in contact with the police yet. He assured the fans that nothing of value was stolen, but it’s clear that he’s embarrassed to tell us what it was. Only now did I piece two-and-two together. Clothes were stolen from him, and it’s quite an embarrassing catalog too. Aside from the black underwear, there are socks, boxers, and even more underwear. Though, there are no T-shirts. It’s not much of a loss since almost all of his pictures and videos often show him without one. And besides, if I transform into him, T-shirts would only get in the way of showing off his stunning body.
As for the underwear, it’s clear these weren’t washed yet. I grabbed and stuffed both on my face. The musk came in hard and fast. It has hints of piercing sour citrus and bitterness that leave a tantalizing sensation inside my lungs and, eventually, the erection in my groin. I lay on the floor with two stained underwear attached to my face. Manly musk boiled my mind into a frenzy. There is no time in my life when I’ve felt stiffer than this. The smell alone made me reach my climax. Cum rained out of my penis and came crashing back to my bare stomach. That was just the fucking smell! I turned my head, and his hollowed face and equally hollowed eyes looked at me. What pleasures will I feel when I become him?
After gathering my breath and courage, I stood from my pool of cum and picked up the bodysuit. My heart was beating fast from ejaculating; it got even quicker when I got excited at the prospect of becoming someone better. I raised the suit and spread the hole on its back. Both feet were the first to enter. As expected, the bodysuit hung loosely on them. Brock has magnificent and large calves worthy of a marathon runner. I didn’t expect it to tighten immediately because the website said so. Only when I wore the suit entirely would it do, so I started working on that goal. I worked my way up to the body and arms. I am out of breath, not because I’m tired, but because I’m on the final step before I say goodbye to who I currently am. The sight of the bodysuit hanging loosely on my body was the last thing I saw before pulling the mask over my head.
I woke up with the worst migraine I’ve felt in my entire life. It was a relief knowing that it disappeared as fast as it came. I shifted to my side and felt the immediate change in size and weight. They say humans have senses beyond conventional ones. There’s the sense of spatial awareness, and that very sense is telling me everything is askew. My head doesn’t move the way it should. My arms and feet feel like there are sacks of concrete attached to them. Everything screams wrong, and yet… also right? My body may feel heavy, but I have more than enough strength to carry the burden. My mind is also poking at the sense of wrongness I am feeling. Why am I feeling strange when I’ve had this strength for years?
Wait– what? The headache returned and brought forth memories of another with it. They played like a DVD player when you played it on fast forward. They fell on my palms like sand, some I’ve retained while most were lost. One thing I learned as I walked to the mirror, the bodysuit worked. I’m Brock Nguyễn! This is my body and no other. The sense of wrongness dissipated instantaneously, leaving me with nothing but comfort in his skin. A slow smile formed on my face. That smile shifted to laughter.
The confidence in the looks. I’m Brock Nguyễn and no one else.
“Tôi là Brock Nguyễn (I am Brock Nuyễn),” I said before stopping quickly. Did I just speak Vietnamese? I assume I did. When I looked back at Brock’s memories, everyone spoke Vietnamese, and I seemed to understand each one. I am also confident that I can even talk in Vietnamese. However, speaking English now dumbfounds me. I don’t know how or why, but my original memories seem muted. I know I am talking in English in these memories, but the conversations are lost to translation.
Why should I even care if I don’t speak English that well anymore? I bought this bodysuit not to talk in Vietnamese but to enjoy becoming Brock. My breathing turned shallow as this idea dawned on me. My musky breath foamed on my face. I could hear the deep drums of my heartbeat.
Tôi là Brock Nguyễn… Tôi là Brock Nguyễn… The thought repeated in my mind like seconds on a clock. This still feels like a dream, but every sensation I feel now says it’s not.
One thing I loved about Brock is his massive pectorals. I’ve always admired their sheer size, and the thought of touching them never left my fantasies. I can’t believe that my dreams are finally coming to fruition. I squeezed my pecs, and my jaws dropped in surprise when I realized how soft and squishy they were. They flinched at the touch, and I was surprised even more by the massive leaps they’d made. I can move them with my mind. I could move the left pectoral, the right, and then both. Fuck! Th– this is amazing. While I love them for their softness, I could also make them dense and firm. I marbled them and relished at the thought of having such massive milkers.
They’re so fucking big. See how they move so much!? I can’t even see my dick clearly with these two in the way.
From my pecs, I shifted to the rest of my body. My arms weren’t only for show. There is strength brimming in every flex. And fuck! My body has been glistening with sweat ever since I wore the bodysuit. That sweat permeated in the hairs of my armpits where bitter musk lingers. My nose could not sniff the area closely with my pecs in the way, but the stench was so great that I didn’t need close proximity to get hard at my aroma. Not only did my dick get stiff, but so did the massive nipples in my chest. One hand snaked its way back to one nipple while the other traversed the ridges of my abs and into my groin. Both hands played at their destination, which resulted in my voice filling the room.
My massive body, combined with the soft and careful love I am giving to my nipples and dick, has made this into the tender moment I’ve always imagined. My dick is longer than before, and the added inches make for better pleasures. Moans bubbled on my lips, and Brock’s voice filled my head like lace. Through his memories, I learned that he never had much time to experience pleasures. His body is starved for touch and attention. I am glad that I am here to finally fulfill that need.
All the fine hairs on my body stood on their ends as I reached my climax. It was as if every muscle reeled in preparation for what was to come.
Cumming twice in a single day is a feat I’ve never had the pleasure of doing before. I’d do it every day if it was this intense and nerve-breaking. Unlike the last one, this one reached beyond the corners of the coffee table in front of me. They launched into the air, leaving a blast of pleasure in their wake. Rippling waves on my skin left me moaning in beats. I am at a loss for words and definitely for air. I bent over to contain this intense excitement. I cried, laughed, and uttered a litany of Vietnamese curses to dampen these mind-prickling pleasures. I scooped my hands on the steady pour of cum, and had it spread all over my chest. A thin layer shone against the light. It was warm, somewhat disgusting, but seductively so. This is Brock’s cum– no, it’s my cum.
My body felt heavier after cumming in this body.
I lay there for minutes, but they seemed to pass like hours. I watched the steady rise and fall of my massive chest. I focused on the little things like the air bristling on my thin hair. Or how my sweat poured out of my pores and traversed the ridges of my abs. Even the sound of my breathing changed to a deep gruff tone made by my massive chest. Everything I feel is mine. This is me– the new me…
Tôi là Brock Nguyễn…
Thank you to Valagon37 for the hot story requests! I am having fun writing these stories.
"Mmmm......it's always a good time to look at you as my reflection man," Eric said as he admired DeShaun's athletic built
"I say, you look way better than 6 months ago, let me tell you that. And what's up with the fucking hard cock, huh? Did you think about some chicks right before the swap? Well, fuck that, I'm just gonna see for myself,"
He closed his eyes momentarily and his grin widened in instant. He just texted Melanie and Melissa, the cheerleading twin that agreed to have threesome with DeShaun. Well, they live nearby so maybe it's best to let the girls to solve this raging hard-on rather than using his hands. He's DeShaun Williams after all, he can easily handle 2 girls at once. And with his own brilliance intact, that paper will be finished later within an hour or so, nothing to really worry about since the deadline is still in 2 weeks anyway
“Oh yeah,” Terrell licked his lips hungrily and ran his fingers up and down the abs on his athletic young body. “Lookin’ good!”
The 44-year-old gay man had successfully used a mind-transferrence device to switch bodies with his 22-year-old nephew, Elijah. Standing in front of the mirror, Terrell flexed his muscles happily, admiring the solid sixpack he now called his own. His gaze then dropped to the impressive bulge in his underwear as he turned to the side.
"Damn," he muttered. He had forgotten how good it felt to be young, hung, and always ready to fuck!
Terrell, now Elijah, finally put his phone down and stopped taking pictures of himself, at least for the time being. He felt deeply satisfied knowing that Elijah's life was now his own, and from now on, he would be the one in control of Elijah's body and mind.
I was chatting on the infamous orange app in my hotel room, settling in from sight seeing around the city when Jayco messaged me. I had a couple of hours to kill before heading to the concert I flew in for. On a solo trip in a brand new city, I wanted to spend some time with a cutie and Jayco checked off all my boxes.
I felt my throat tighten staring at his face picture. I needed him badly, so I was happy to oblige. A second later another message:
“Dejame sentir todos esos labios, come through”
Jayco definitely knew how to seduce a man, and within minutes I was ordering an Uber to his apartment.
I approached his door step and knocked a couple times before Jayco unlocked his door. He was wearing jeans, a black tank top, and a gold chain across his neck. He beamed a slow smile and told me to come in.
We made the usual small talk on his couch. I told him about being in town for just the night. He told me a bit about his work and what he was going to get into later. I tried to pretend to be interested but I kept glancing at his lips waiting to get a taste. Finally, I took the leap to give him a peck but he put a finger on my lips.
“Before that…..how about I get you a drink?” Jayco asked suddenly.
“Oh alright cool. If you got some tequila I’m down.” I replied.
Flashing me another smile he nodded and went into the kitchen. As the minutes passed on the couch I started to get an uneasy feeling as to what he was doing when suddenly I got a text from Jayco.
“Come into the kitchen. Don’t panic or call the police about what you see. Use me if you want. The effect lasts only 12 hours. Be sure to remove me before then. If you choose not to participate, leave me in my room.”
I reread this text a good ten times before having the courage to call out Jayco’s name. With no response back. I worked up the courage to get up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen.
Upon entering, I saw Jayco on the floor knocked out. A shot glass right next to him with remnants of some blue liquid that looked nothing like any tequila I knew.
“Oh shit Jayco are you okay man??” I yelled out as I approached his body. As soon as my hand touched his body it vanished. Leaving behind only a mask of Jayco's face.
All I could do in that moment was stare at the mask propped up beside me for a couple minutes. It took awhile before his message clicked. Jayco was offering me to use him as a disguise. I tried not to imagine how this all worked, but I finally decided to pick up the mask. It felt heavy as I felt the rubbery texture settle into my hands.
I knew I had to make a choice and immediately I went into Jayco’s room, mask in hand to leave him on his bed. I placed him on his pillow and was ready to get the hell out before I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I paused for a second as I saw the mask laid up on the pillow.
An opportunity to be someone else for the night? Part of me was playing with the idea.
But could I come back to myself? How did this even work? Was I about to be playing with fire?
My mind raced as I decided all the possible outcomes to the idea.
No longer thinking, I turned around and picked up the mask. I stretched it a bit and within seconds put it over my face making my choice. A cool sensation began to spread over my body as I felt the mask move and adjust itself onto my face. Within minutes I saw the mask start to spread and change my neck, my torso, and my whole lower body until Jayco was staring right back at me.
It looked as though he had never left as I was dressed in the same clothes he had. Walking closer to the mirror I moved my new body. Posing in the mirror, touching my new beard, smelling Jayco’s mix of musk and cologne wrapped around me. The rush was intoxicating.
I felt completely turned on. Or was it Jayco? The thought quickly left my head as my new member throbbed under Jayco’s jeans. I couldn’t help but snap a picture of the moment.
I slowly started to undress Jayco. Layer by layer. I sat down on his bed completely naked, stroking his dick with his rough hands. Rubbing my new nipples almost as muscle memory as Jayco’s body moaned from the pleasure. Hearing Jayco’s voice come out only riled me up some more.
“You like that huh guapo?” I said smugly in the mirror with Jayco’s lips.
I laid on the bed for hours exploring Jayco’s body and feeling what made him react to my touch. As much as I rubbed Jayco’s dick he wasn’t even close to cumming. I felt hornier than ever. As soon as I felt Jayco come close it seemed like I was back at square one. It felt like Jayco’s body was toying with me, edging me without allowing me to blow off the steam.
I decided to stop, as I looked at the time.
“Oh fuck concert is soon” I said panting and dripping in sweat from my jerk session.
I quickly got in the shower, hoping a cold plunge could help shake off the horniness, but I soon found myself tugging at Jayco’s dick. I couldn't help but admire myself. Jayco's cockiness and swagger coming naturally to me. I knew I was in for a fun night.
With no sight of release, I decided to head out and dry off. Finding Jayco’s clothes, I put on fresh underwear and jeans. Shifting Jayco’s dick to hide his bulge from plain sight. I finished my outfit by putting on a black t-shirt and cowboy hat I found in the back of his closet. It felt like a common outfit Jayco would wear that he must have unconsciously helped me pick out because it felt so right. I was determined to go to the concert and find someone to get this cowboy’s load out before the end of the night.
~~~
Would you have put the Jayco mask on?
Hell nah I'd be out the door
Hell yes I would enjoy those 12 hours as him to the fullest
"Hey babe, I got what you want, the Arab boy we stumbled upon in the froyo store,"
"Oh my God babe you look so hot! Come here to my dorm then, my roommate is not going back until tomorrow,"
"Sweet, get ready for a night of magic carpet ride, babe. Gonna make you fly so high with this package I have,"
"Oh someone is up for some roleplay, I see. Tonight will be exciting!"
"Just promise me that you'll take Angela Loughly body next week, I want to fuck her since my freshmen year,"
"And I actually am curious on how she kept her body so fit. That's a deal, babe,"
What can they say? When you engage in a relationship with someone who can possess anyone, get ready for an open relationship filled with various people in each night. After all, it's also a good strategy to keep the fire on or even spice things up when necessary
When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday.
So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.
“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver.
“Um… I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.
This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but… well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!”
I stood stunned not knowing how to respond.
“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And… you’re staring at me funny… are you-”
Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore…. to touch.
“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And… wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms… on my chest and… I…I… thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something…. but wow I can’t believe…. woah… you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.
My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I… wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you…” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.
“Let’s… head back to our apartment… I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.
With that the two bounded out of the gym. Little did they know that the guy being possessed was aware of everything happening to his body. Not that he was complaining, he was loving every second!
"Caleb, Bradley Jones can't make it today because there is another photoshoot schedule clashing today. But he already signed the contract, so... can you be him for like couple of hours here?"
Love your stories bro! Could you turn me into a big muscular daddy?
As you opened the last of your gifts, you were surprised to see one final box tucked in the back behind the tree. You didn’t remember getting a gift from anyone else, and when you looked over the strange box, there was no sender's name on the tag. It seemed innocuous enough, and it was a holiday gift addressed to you. It would be a waste not to open it!
Ripping through the wrapping paper, you found an ornate, wooden box. It looked expensive and old, something that definitely stood out among the other gifts you received. Carefully opening up the box, you were surprised to see a fancy lamp tucked inside. The lamp looked used, but the wear and tear on it did not detract from the elaborate and decorated designs on the side of the golden container. There were blood rubies along the handle that could likely gleam in the light if you spent some time cleaning off the sand and dirt. It looked like something that belonged in a museum, and for a moment, you wondered if this was really something you should own.
However, when you picked up the lamp, you were startled by an outpouring of blue and gold smoke. The fog billowed out from the spout of the lamp, filling up the room with far more of those acrid fumes than the lamp could have contained. Coughing roughly from the gas, you waved your hands around in an attempt to clear out the space so you could see clearly. As the smoke began to dissipate, you focused on the imposing figure hovering before your very eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the smoky figure began to speak to you, introducing itself as a genie.
“You have freed me from my prison, Master,” the genie rumbled lowly. The voice was low and gravelly, an archaic voice that stroked the back of your mind as the spirit spoke. It was an auditory experience, making the hairs on the back of your hand stand up as you listened to the genie. The deep, vibrating tone made your knees tremble to the point where you had to cling to the countertop to support yourself. The spirit was large, overwhelming to the point where if the genie had a physical, tangible body, it could easily overpower you with a flick of its hand.
“Allow me to show you my gratitude for freeing me. Whatever you wish, Master, I shall grant within my powers,” the genie murmured. The spirit bowed, showing reverence and respect. There was a moment where you caught a glimpse of a light twinkle in the other’s eyes, although you did not give it much weight. It must have been a trick of the light, though, as you rationalized it for yourself. The whole experience was far beyond what you could have even imagined when you touched the antique lamp. Someone of mythical renown possessing powerful, magical abilities? Someone willing to do as you wish, without asking any questions? You couldn’t help but grin at the implications, your mind racing with all the possibilities.
The genie, waiting patiently for your instruction, slowly raised its head to look at you with curious eyes. “Forgive this servant for speaking out of turn, Master. But it seems you have many wishes. Perhaps, if you would allow me, I shall enable three of your deepest desires,” the genie mused.
With a slow nod of your head, the genie hummed with delight at the granted freedom. The spirit’s eyes began to glow a golden hue, a soft chant spilling from their lips as a warm light began to envelop your body.
“My Master is strong. Big. Larger than every man in the room,” the spirit rumbled as the ancient magic began to seep into your body. “No one is bigger than him, no one has more power than him.”
A soft groan spilled from your lips before you even realized what was happening. There was a burning sensation that ran through your body, as if every bone and muscle was worked over again and again. You felt like you had run a marathon, done five workouts, and played in every possible sports tournament all at once. Doubling over from the flashes of pain, you pant heavily as you cry out from the feeling. But just as quickly as the magic overtook your body with pain, you also felt a flush of pleasure shooting through you. It started from your crotch, but quickly spread, until your toes were curling in on themselves and your fingertips tingled with a newfound sensitivity.
Gasping as you heard a low, ripping sound, you managed to glance down to see your body explode with muscle. Whatever clothes you had on before were stretched to their limits, and the tears and rips in the fabric told you that it could not hold your body back. With each breath you took, it felt like your body swelled up more and more. “W-Wai–” you groaned as you eyed your thickening biceps. There was a sense of power that felt novel to you, as if you could easily crush someone’s head between your forearms with just a single flex. You pant heavily, saliva dripping from your lips as you greedily feast on the growing changes. It was as if someone had attached a hose to your body, inflating you up like a balloon full of air. But a single, simple poke with your thickening fingers confirmed that it was just hard, thick muscle.
Another moan spilled out as you continued groping and squeezing at your body. Your hands blew up to the size of baseball mitts, gloves large enough to palm someone’s face and hold them at bay if you wished. Your fingers fattened up from slim, slender digits into thick, meaty sausages. You smirk at the sight, already chuckling at the idea of your finger slipping into a tight hole and making someone else mewl with need. Dragging your hands over your swelling body, you find yourself naturally cupping your jiggling bosom, only chuckling lowly at the heavy weight that came with squeezing your fat, muscular tits.
Your thumb flicked over your puffy nipples, and you didn’t hold your moans back as your fingertips tweaked at the sensitive areolas. Shuddering with need, you eagerly feasted your eyes on the other changes happening over your body. Barely able to see past the thick, juicy mounds of your pecs, you push down on your bouncing breast to witness the fiery burning sensation on your stomach. And before your very eyes, you saw six distinct, carved bumps form on your stomach. They bubbled up to the surface, pulling your skin taut over the curves and ridges that came from your new abs. One hand dropped down to trace over the ridges carefully, your cock twitching at the smooth bumps beneath your fingertips. It had always been a dream of yours to have a six-pack this defined, and now it had happened in just a mere second. Between the light, glancing touches, you watched as a firm V-line began to carve itself into your skin. It offered up clear, distinct lines pointing down towards your crotch, the envy of any man if they pulled their pants down low enough.
Following the growing changes, your other hand slipped down to wrap a firm grip around your cock. With your juicy chest obstructing your view, you resolved to touch yourself as you rode out the waves of magical pleasure. Even if you were not able to witness it, you could feel the changes beginning to cause your cock to swell. Despite already being rock hard from the muscular changes you saw before, your cock continued to lengthen and swell up, as though it was only half-chubbed. You shuddered from the delightful feeling, your eyes rolling back as the girth of your member thickens significantly. What was easily dwarfed in just one of your meaty paws quickly grew to a sizeable weapon, packed between your thighs. You let both of your hands fall to grope and stroke at the lengthening pipe, needing both to help support the weight of your fat dick. Moaning as your fingertips teased along the underside of your cock, you grunt as you feel your flared cockhead burp out a few droplets of precum. The slick, sticky feeling coated your fingertips, providing additional lubrication to the otherwise warm friction between your hands and the girthy pipe.
You heard the wet splurts of precum dripping down onto the floor and along the insides of your thighs. And while you figured you would have a messy cleanup afterwards, you weren’t bothered in the slightest. The cummy mess was all worth it if the genie was granting your deepest desires to become big and muscular, and hot. As if confirming your true desires, your legs began to thicken and swell up in turn. Your thighs felt fuller than you remembered, and when you felt the inner thighs rub against each other, you could already see your future of waddling around like the big, beefy man you were always meant to be. Lines of muscle became more defined beneath your skin, with massive quads and diamond-hard calves that screamed of all the power contained in your lower half. When your feet burst out from your socks, you could only groan with relief at the unrestricted feeling. You wiggled your freed toes, enjoying the feeling of upgrading your shoe size as you positioned yourself into a firm and steady stance to maintain your balance. When you shifted your weight around, you felt heavy and dense, like years of muscle and growth were packed into your compact frame.
As if hearing this slight concern of yours, the genie’s eyes glimmered, and it snapped its fingers once more. All of a sudden, your spine began to crack and lengthen, stretching you out until you gained several more inches. The new vantage point was dizzying, and your muscular arms shot out to steady yourself with the countertop as you towered over the smoky entity. Staring down at the genie, you realized you had a better view of your muscular frame, and the added inches certainly helped add to the intimidating, overpowering aura you had always hoped for.
“My Master’s second wish shall proceed as such. He shall have all the power and masculinity that is befitting for someone of his size, and he will show this through a thick fur coat and a pelt damp with his sweat and musk,” the spirit continued as it gazed back up at you with a glimmer of satisfaction in its eyes.
Before you had the chance to stop the genie or ask him what was going on, another wave of magic pulsed straight through your body. This time, it seemed primarily centered on your balls, and you could only grunt in surprise as you felt the swinging sack between your elephant-like thighs begin to swell and drop even lower. Taking on a wider stance so you would not crush your own sack, you growled as you felt pure, unfiltered testosterone flood through your body. What was once painful and pleasurable soon became a feeling of discomfort, and you scratched idly at your skin as you waited. And as if on cue, curls of hair began to spring forth all over your body.
It was like watching the breeze blow through a field of grass, with a shimmering wave that caused fresh hair to grow all over your body. It was a light but generous dusting everywhere, although the magic seemed to focus primarily on your face, your pits, your chest, and your privates. Rubbing at your jawline and cheeks, you could feel the beginnings of a beard and moustache beginning to thicken into something fuller and richer. From what you could tell, it felt like something that you had been growing your entire life. You glanced down as your cock and swollen balls were covered in a dense forest of hair, and the itchiness between your ass cheeks confirmed the same thing around your hole.
As you raised your thick biceps to flex, you caught a whiff of your musk from your pits. What used to be smoother and shaved curves of your skin was quickly overtaken by a thick mat of hair. It grew and spiraled out from the skin, trapping up any bits of sweat to make a nice mat for you to force someone’s face into. You shuddered at the thought, your swinging cock already leaking out some more at the idea of having someone buried up in there, worshipping your growing body in its fullest.
“My Master is in control and in charge of things. He is dominant. He is overpowering and unstoppable. When he desires something, he shall have it.”
As if speaking it into existence, you groaned as you felt an influx of thoughts spilling into your otherwise temperamental personality. You had been agreeable and easy to talk to. But like an earworm wriggling its way into the depths of your mind, you felt those thoughts shift into something more demanding and controlling. Why did you have to accommodate others? Why shouldn’t people listen to you instead? Things were far easier when you called the shots, when you were in control, and when people submitted to you. A cocky grin found itself forming on your lips as you eyed the spirit with a confident gaze that almost viewed it as something lesser than you.
In an instant, with your newfound strength and speed, you darted forward to grip the genie’s throat. While you had expected your fingers to pass through air, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there was something minuscule and barely tangible for you to hold onto. Not one to let the moment pass by, you kept a firm grip on the core of the spirit and brought it close to your changed body.
“I don’t remember having desires like that. Have you been changing me how you saw fit? These are your desires for me, not what I wished for myself,” you growled as you saw through the genie’s tricks. The spirit’s glowing eyes widened in surprise at being caught, and if it was an actual person, you were sure that you would have seen the flicker of fear in those golden eyes. But instead of reprimanding the genie, you only brought your arms up in a firm flex. You grunted as you watched the peaks of your biceps harden once more, showing off the dense, packed muscle that could easily crush the spirit, whether it had a physical form or not.
“More,” you growled as you pressed the genie’s half-tangible face up against your sweaty pecs. You smirked at the sight of the spirit moaning and panting over your body, over something that it made in the first place. “Grant me more wishes. Turn me into the thing that you desire most, you little slut,” you hissed as you watched the genie struggle to pull away from your firm grip. Even in its smoky form, there was enough for you to grip and hold in place, and you weren’t planning on letting go anytime soon. “It’s the least you can do for doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Who would have guessed I released such a whorish genie?”
For a while, all you could hear was the wet, sloppy pants as the genie struggled between those two, delicious mounds of fat and muscle. While there was no saliva to coat your hairy chest, you were certain that the spirit would have eagerly slobbered over your tits if it could. Still, the genie managed to pry its head away from worshiping your musky muscles, only staring up at you with a dazed expression.
“I wish… for my Master to become the beefiest, Arab daddy there ever was. Someone to be my lover and care for me and use me as he pleases…” the genie whispered.
There was the familiar outpouring of magic that rushed through your larger frame, although this time, it was accompanied by a feeling of reverent awe. You smirked as you leaned your head back, letting the magic overtake you and change you once more as you relished in the fact that the genie had learned its proper place in your dynamic now.
Years began to form on your face, changing your young, youthful visage into something more mature and experienced. What dominant, cocky feelings you had swelling in your chest before slowly molded into something far more stoic and calm. You didn’t have to prove your strength and power anymore; you’ve had years to do so. Instead, you approached your lovers with a steadfast assurance in yourself. Your words were like commands; they carried the weight of both your experience and your resolute determination. All the years you had missed began piling into your mind, filling in the gaps of a life you never had. You were a powerful, commanding daddy, with both the financial expertise and the knowledge to get what you wanted whenever you wanted.
The hair coating your body began to thicken and darken, until it became a nice, black mat of fur that contrasted against your sun-kissed skin. Years of tanning and working out shirtless under the sunlight darkened your skin into a healthy, vibrant tan. It was something that you were particularly proud of, and memories of yourself roaming around on your back porch butt-naked filled your stuffed head. You recalled the lewd whistles and cat calls from others as they savored the sight of your sweaty, tanned body, and you eagerly ate up every last compliment.
In the meantime, your past began to mold and shift into something more akin to a different country you called home. You had moved here at a young age, hoping to make a name for yourself, and your mind was flooded with experiences of life as an immigrant. Whatever hardships and struggles you triumphed over in the past paved the way to the successful, Arab businessman you are now. You groaned with the influx of information being dumped into your head, and as you let the implanted memories solidify into your truth, you could feel the tongue in your mouth grow thicker and fuller. Whatever thoughts you had were slowly translated into the Arabic language, until you spoke and thought primarily in your mother tongue. English was just a second language that you learned as a means of advancing your career, but it was one of many languages that you could speak fluently now. Even as you addressed the mythical genie, there was a thick accent that coated your words.
“So this is what you wanted,” you growled as you yanked the genie’s head back, only guiding it over so you could stuff it up against your sweaty pits instead. The spirit moaned once more, its intangible body seeming to solidify into something more firm and heavy for you to grip onto. “A hot, beefy Arab daddy for you to worship and slobber all over. For you to be a lover for.” The genie couldn’t say much in response, only mumbling out something with its lips pressed against the curves of your armpits. What you managed to make out was something about a ‘fat ass.’
As if it were some final act of rebellion, you groaned as you felt your backside begin to plump up and fatten in a way that jutted your hips forward. Low, heavy moans spilled out as you could feel your previously flat bottom bloom with both a healthy portion of fat and muscle. It was something that would strain your suit pants, a struggle you faced every morning before heading to the office for work. And as the jiggling cheeks continued to plump up to the point where you were sure people would fixate their sights on either your fat ass or heaving pecs, you growled once more as you pulled the genie away to glare at the magical creature.
“No more changes. You don’t deserve this. To get to savor a body that you sculpted to suit your own needs,” you growled. The genie could only whimper apologetically, in an attempt to soothe your flaring annoyance at its disobedience. “Seems I’ll have to show you where you properly stand in this relationship. Now, you'd better make yourself a body that I can drive this thick cock into. Something with lots of stamina and plenty of room to dump all this hot, thick seed inside of. Or I’ll be sure to stuff you back into that lamp and send you far away from here.”
The spirit shuddered as it quickly formed something more corporeal, the rest of the smoke dissipating in a whirlwind as the lamp sucked up the rest of the ethereal essence. Stalking after your slutty lover’s juicy body towards the bedroom, you couldn’t help but pause to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. You smirked as you savored the changes to your new life; while this wasn’t what you had expected, you certainly couldn’t complain about getting something truly delightful. And with a magical, hungry lover by your side and a body that could get you anyone that you wanted, what more could you ask for?
Now, if only you could get yourself to stop squeezing and rubbing at your own pecs, you could have the whole world at your fingertips...
I enjoy doing interviews. I do them for my cable show.
When I got the chance to interview a 25 year old male body builder. Name Jason. I couldn't pass this up. The hard part was finding the time to record it. His schedule was crazy.
One night, Jason said to meet him at the gym he trained at. He could do the interview after his workout.
I was off in a space inside the locker locker doing my setting up, waiting for his training session to end.
Soon, he was standing before me.
Towering over me. His beautiful muscular physique. Drink a bottle of water during the interview.
Jason emptied the bottle. I opened and handed him another. The hand-off was a miss. And the open bottle fell to the floor.
The open water bottle hit the floor and my recording and lighting cables. We both jumped. My hand was damp from the water bottle. I jump and my hand landed on Jason chest.
We both are standing in split water and electrical cables. Through my hand on Jason's chest, I felt a surge. And it grew.
When my hand was able to break free from Jason. It was done.
I was in Jason's body.
I stood there. Looking at the mirror. I was in Jason's body.
My body was on the floor being electrocuted. Jason trapped in my body looking up at me.
I unplugged the equipment. The surge of electricity to his body stopped.
He was clicking to life but now in my old body.
I got cleaned up as my old body hung on. Watching me getting dressed.
The look on the face. Seeing me now towering over him as him.
An accident had occurred. Swapping our bodies and lives. And be too great of risk to us to try to swap them back. Most likely, it would electrocuted both of us.
At this point as of now. I'm Jason.
Taking over the life of a the young body builder. As my body lay dying on the floor.
I cleaned up the equipment and put it back in the car. I put my old body in the passenger seat. And return to my apartment.
There, I placed him on the bed. Later to be found dead.
I dispose of any recordings that we made that night.
As I went on to live Jason's life.
I don't know how it happened. But I retained all his memories and how to maintain his body.
Since no one but myself knew of the interview. And the two of us being together There was no connection between my old dead body and this one.
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