Jax was about to have his very first one-night stand, and it was going to be with two pornstars.
Just an hour ago Jax had been flaunting his twinky physique at the clubs. With a group of his friends, he had been making waves along one of the city’s most prominent strips. This was mainly due to his flirtatious attitude and newfound sense of freedom, after having been dumped by his boyfriend only a week before. The two had been going at it for almost a year, but after six days of grieving Jax was ready to be reborn. With a glittery crop top and tight black jeans, Jax was to have fun.
The night had luckily provided him with what he needed. Jax’s typical shy, romantic personality was ditched after a few shots of tequila, instead adopting a more flamboyant, slutty nature. Jax rubbed his body against any male figure he could, no matter how attractive. He was feeling easy and sleazy, a look that suited his 5’5 lithe frame quite well. His friends even commented on it, encouraging him to embrace his more feral side. And they were the ones who encouraged him to go home with Malik and Martin.
The pair had bumped into him on the dancefloor. Jax had first started grinding his perky bum up against Malik, the shorter and tanner of the two. Martin approached shortly after, sandwiching Jax in between their bodies. Both well over six feet, Jax melted into himself, the pure walls of masculine meat like heaven. His own meat, a solid 4 inches, displayed his ecstasy. He quivered as he realized the two massive sausages poking at either end of his exposed torso were not even hard yet.
“How about you come home vith us,” Martin requested in a slightly accented English.
“Yes,” Malik agreed, his English notably rougher. “Ve give you good time.”
After a confirming nod with his friends, Jax left with the pair. They rented a house that even in the night appeared desperate for some renovations. Jax’s heart was pounding as he entered the home, trying his best to disregard the unkempt space. The place reeked of sour food and musky men, each floor painted with an array of unwashed clothes and unknown stains. And he would not even try to discuss their intellects–Jax was not that picky but he at least wanted a guy who could hold a conversation. Yet he reminded himself that he was here for one good time, not a relationship of many.
“Let’s see vat ve are vorking vith,” Malik chuckled, helping Jax remove his small shirt. His pale, beautifully thin torso often led others to assume he was years younger than his actual age of 22.
“Ah yes,” Martin began rubbing one of his thick mitts along Jax’s bare skin, examining him. He had removed his own shirt to reveal two sculpted pecs and a muscular build gifted by the gods. “Zis vill do nicely.”
Malik smiled, “I agree, big money.” Malik’s own revealed torso was just as marvelous.
“This is insane,” Jax replied giddily. “You two are built like pornstars.”
The pair looked at each other before laughing, “Zat is because ve are.”
Jax gulped, “Really? What site do you guys work for?”
“StraightShot” Malik said. “Have you heard of it?”
Jax nodded slowly. He had never actually seen any videos from the site, but he was familiar with the name. He remembered thinking it was clever, assuming it to be some joke on forceful ejaculation.
Martin noted the concern in Jax’s face. “Do not vorry, ve are both clean.”
“Yes, very clean,” Malik added. “Very talented too.”
Jax began to feel the downward slide of his adrenaline, the logic and doubt he had tried so desperately to force back seeping in.
“If you are vorried, ve can give you aid for fun.” Malik suddenly voiced, extending a hand slowly to cup Jax’s bulge. Instantly, his softening cock began expanding once again.
“‘Aid’?” Jax questioned.
“It is vat producers give if we have off day, are nervous,” Martin answered. “Vould you like some?”
Before he could answer, Malik dug the hand fondling Jax's dick up and into his skinny jeans, his rough calluses completely rubbing erotically against Jax's skin. Jax moaned a little in response, rolling back his eyes as Martin opened a drawer beneath the sink in front of them. Inside was a stack of syringes, each filled with a hazy white liquid.
“W…wait,” the sight momentarily broke Jax out of his glazed state. “What is that?”
“Do not fear,” Malik cooed, tightening his grip on Jax’s shoulder and dick. Martin's giant hand landed on Jax’s shoulder, their combined strength suspending him.
“Guys?” Jax’s voice cracked nervously. “What is going on?!”
“Just relax,” Martin notched the cap off of a syringe. “Zis vill take one second.”
“No, wait, I don’t consent-!”
In a flurry of action, Malik yanked Jax’s dick out of the tight jeans while ripping down his jeans with the other hand. With Jax held still, Martin jabbed the syringe into Jax's hard dick and slowly released the milky liquid. The pain was incredible, paralyzing Jax until the last drop had entered his system. Once he was finished, Martin slowly removed the needle and tossed the syringe aside. The pair then released Jax, watching carefully as he collected himself.
“What the…” Jax started slowly. “What did you do to me? What was that?”
“Zat vas ze Straight Shot,” Malik answered.
“The what?”
“Ze Straight Shot,” Martin over-emphasized each word dramatically as if Jax did not understand what they were literally saying.
Jax backed out of the bathroom naked and in disbelief, the two carefully following. The muscles Jax had previously wished to be wrapped up and tangled in were now frightening to his eyes. “What does that mean?”
Malik and Martin did not know how exactly to respond, and luckily, they did not have to. With a groan, Jax felt his dick stiffen up again. Unlike before however, his boner was more intense, more demanding. It was so stiff and rigid that Jax could have sworn it was bigger. It globbed out a spurt of precum, and to Jax’s shock, his dick grew. The previous 4 inches had plumped up into to 5.
“What the-” but Jax did not finish his statement. He groaned again as another drop oozed out of his head. Only this time, the growth did not only come from his dick. Slowly, his bones creaked and extended as his height was altered. His legs were stretched out, torso lengthened, and even his midsection was vertically pulled. More precum began pulling out, only fueling Jax’s ascent until he reached Martin’s height, a glorious 6’5.
Jax’s height was not the only thing affected by the steady trickling leaking from his current 6-incher. Across his body, Jax’s skin began to inflate, as if filling with cotton. At first, Jax thought it could be some temporary allergic reaction, but after some painful recognition he realized it was quite the opposite.
Jax's thin frame was bulking out with muscle rapidly. It was granting him biceps the size of footballs and quadriceps the size of watermelons. Calves with steel tendons, triceps carved by intricate valleys, gigantic hands built for cupping gigantic pouches. Even his buttocks had discovered a new harder, tighter curve. In the back of Jax’s mind, he reckoned it would be harder to bottom now.
Another groan showcased Jax’s new voice: a deeper, gruffer tone. It made him sound much older, his vocal color introducing him as a more experienced person. Through the agony of his transformation, Jax realized his voice was not the only thing that aged. His body proportioned itself differently–a more even distribution of his muscle mass, tighter skin, a sharper jaw that was covered quickly by a luxurious beard.
Body hair instantly followed, dusting Jax’s pecs, pits, and coating his legs all the way down to his new monstrous Size 15 feet. The skin around his face grew a little taut, plumping out his longer nose and larger brow. With one hand on his 7-inch pump, Jax ran his other giant mitt through his taller, lusher quiff, just barely feeling the new age lines upon his forehead. No one would ever assume he was younger than 22 again.
“You are almost zere, brother,” Martin cheered.
“Yes, so very close,” Malik encouraged. “Ze viewers will love zis, love you.”
“‘Ze viewers’?” Jax questioned, his rich bass now also tainted with their same accent. “Vat you mean by zis?”
Jax followed Malik’s and Martin’s eyes, discovering a phone had been propped up onto a stand to his right the entire time. Its screen mirrored himself back. His entirely new, muscular, naked frame was currently gracing the audience of their livestream. And according to StraightShot's numbers, the audience had just hit four digits.
“I am being live streamed?”
“And later, your video vill be published on our channel,” Martin grinned.
Malik added, “You vill join our content house.”
“But vat if-'' Jax grunted, thrusting his hips forward. “Vat if I don’t want zis? I liked being tvink!”
“‘Tvink’?” Malik questioned, as if Jax had just spoken a foreign language. Jax stared at Martin for help, but was met with the same dumbfounded expression. That was what he was, or at least what he had been. Any gay man should have known what a twink was.
Jax blinked. Even through the pain, the unwanted ecstasy, and the fear, he now began to fully grasp the scene before him. StraightShot was not some pun on ejaculation, it was a literal conversion drug. And the signs had been there all along. Malik and Martin's continuously soft cocks, their inspection of his body, their unfamiliarity with queer terms.
“Does zat mean…” Jax moaned, his 8-inch dick throbbing and quivering. “...you two…you two are straight?”
The pair chuckled, with Martin replying, “And you vill be too.”
Jax’s heart skipped a beat, the rush of despair clouding his judgment. He did not even recognize his guard faltering, lowering just enough for the ecstasy to completely override his system.
“Oh god,” Jax tried to protest in agony, but he had already lost. Both of his hands were working him towards release, one pumping his long, girthy cock and the other cupping the succulent, drooping sac that had already removed all of its former homosexual occupants. Jax held himself for just a moment before releasing his head back, the pleasure overpowering his will.
"ICH KOMME!" The roar was that of a mighty manly beast, accompanied by hot, sticky cum. After a few labored breaths, the new man settled back into reality.
The young, romantic, little gayboy Jax was gone, now splattered across the room and even partially onto the phone in front of him. Malik, Martin, and their subscribers were now presented with Maximillian. Bolstering 32 years, 200 pounds of pure muscle, and 9 inches of pure heterosexual meat, the newest member of Malik’s and Martin’s content page was bound to rack up views and money.
Maximilian’s memory of his past and transformation had been erased, along with a notable chunk of his intelligence. Now lacking the certain motor skills he had once looked for in a partner, he simply began to flex for his fans in front of the camera, still covered in sweat and the afterglow.
“Hey,” Malik whispered eventually, breaking Maximilian out of his mindless haze. “Time to sign off.”
“Vat?” Maximilian growled. “Zey love me.”
Martin winked, “Zink of ze slutty babes zat vill love you more.”
To the delight of his viewers, Maximilian’s massive dick instantly sprung up. To their dismay however, he grabbed a pair of tight black undies and covered his package. Flexing one last time, he confirmed his departure quickly with the pair before addressing his audience.
“It is time to go,” Maximilian remarked matter-of-factually. “I’ve got to StraightShot into some chicks!”
Maximilian signed off, ignoring Malik’s and Martin’s comments that he would have to work on his English to create a better closer. As they left, the pair began discussing how they could catch their next content creator. Maximilian did not listen however–he needed pussy and he needed it now!
“Whoa, what the fuck” I groggly say as I turn on the bathroom light to go take a piss. When I look in the mirror, I’m no longer met with my dorky visage, but rather the stunning features of my roommate Jeremy. I quickly shuffle into Jeremy’s bedroom to find it completely empty. Looking for a phone, I quickly grab it off of his nightstand and pace back into the bathroom. I watch as it springs to life and immediately opens due to his FaceID. Unable to believe what’s going on, I pull up the camera and turn on the front camera as I stare at the shocked expression plastered across Jeremy’s flawless face. Still in awe about how I’m no longer Toby, my old self, I take a selfie and stare at Jeremy’s body. Still trying to get used to my new body, I flex my large biceps and look at the tattoos and just think about how buff and masculine I look. While staring at my puffed out pecs, I recognize the tiny crystal perfectly settled within the valley of these enormous muscles and try to think about how this all happened.
I first met Jeremy on campus when he utilized my tutoring services to help him pass his general requirements in freshman year. For years now, I’ve had a crush on him, but the attraction has only grown the closer we got. Somehow, we’ve become close friends; so much so that we’re now rooming together for our senior year. Unfortunately for me, Jeremy is painfully straight, which is always made abundantly clear based on the constant female moans I always hear echoing through the walls. When it came time for me to come out to him, Jeremy surprised me by telling me he knew and didn’t mind the fact that I was gay. In fact, he even offered to be my wingman on Friday nights when we would go bouncing between the local gay club and straight bars. He was an awesome guy, but I wanted more than just his friendship, I wanted companionship. Luckily for me, last night was Jeremy’s birthday, so I knew it was the perfect opportunity to try and make him mine.
Due to my hopeless desire to be with him, I was willing to try anything, so I spent several weeks scouring the internet for weeks looking for various spells. Of course, nothing worked due to the fact that spells aren’t real, so I just continued searching for any glimmer of possibility of my fantasy being fulfilled. One late night, I eventually came across a website that was selling several enchanted items. Looking at the various possibilities, I found myself intensely drawn towards this two-piece crystal necklace set. When clicking the link, the website stated that when both the purchaser and the subject wear their corresponding necklace, their inner most desires will be fulfilled. Looking at the crystal charm on the necklace one more time, I decided to bite the bullet and send this random website my $59.99 + shipping just on the off-chance that my desires could actually come true.
“But bro, why am I Jeremy instead of him being my boyfriend…” I say out loud, quickly coming back to reality. Still not used to hearing his voice coming out of my mouth and also confused by my use of words like “bro”, my hands instinctively reach for my throat as my mind still gets confused trying to wrap my brain around it all. Curious about what happened to my body, I turn out of the bathroom and walk down the hallway, eventually finding myself outside my old room. Quickly knocking on the door, I wait until the door opens and I’m greeted to my old body.
“Whoa, how am I staring at myself” my old body cries out, the understandable state of shock spreading across his face. “Uh bro, I kind of ordered a magical necklace that said it would fulfill our inner desires. I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but I guess it worked…” I quickly say, watching as my old face tries to register what I just said. “So, what was your desire then?” I hear him say in his now higher voice. “Uh, well, I really liked you and wanted to be closer to you.” Toby’s face goes blank as he understands the whole reason of the necklace present and finally connects the dots. Somewhat afraid of the power the necklace seemingly has, Toby quickly took off his necklace and threw it across the room in fear. Still curious about why we swapped bodies instead of him just becoming gay and finding me attractive, I quickly ponder “Well, what was your desire then?”
His eyes quickly dart down as he tilts his head down in shame.
“Well, I kind of wished to be more like you. I always wished I was smarter like you and wasn’t such an idiot at school… I mean, I always felt so dumb next to you whenever you had to teach me about Psychology and math.” Toby says, which causes me to realize that his desire was what caused this. My obsession with Jeremy’s body and his desire to be smart like me just caused the necklaces to swap our bodies since that was the easiest fix. While thinking about our friendship, I struggle to remember any of my days as a tutor. In fact, thinking about tutoring only gives me memories of where I met Toby and he spent hours trying to teach me the simplest ideas. “Whoa, you really did take my intelligence bro.” I say, leaning against the doorway as I close my eyes and rub my head. I continue to try to force myself to think about my previous education. However, I struggle to pull up any information from the various classes I took in my old body. In fact, I stumble to even remember simple math problems as I think back to my high school days. When I begin to think about science and experiments, the only thing that comes to mind is various exercises and diet information such as portioning food and various diets to help me gain muscle.
Watching me in curiosity, Toby pulls his glasses down and stares as he heads over to his desk and pulls out his textbook. “Well, I suppose if I do have this newfound knowledge, I better take advantage of it!” He says as he grabs a notebook on the desk and begins working. “So like, you don’t want to swap back bro? What about your body?” I say, confused about how to proceed. His total acceptance of his situation has left me even more off-balance as I try to get adjusted to my new body. Toby turns to look at me before matter-of-factly saying “Well, I obviously loved my body since I spent so much time working on it. But, I do think it’s a no-brainer to sacrifice it to get all of this intelligence. Like, Jeremy, you had a full job lined up as Toby after graduating where you’d be making six figures. My old body had no aspirations other than working out and fucking nonstop.” He says with a light chuckle. I look at him in confusion as he smiles at me and asks “Are you happy with this?”
Thinking about his question, I begin to ponder if this is actually a blessing in disguise. I had no passion for that career Toby mentioned anyway, so I like the idea of having tons of possibilities in terms of what I can do after graduating. I mean, sure I’m a lot dumber and struggle in college, but at least it’s my senior year and I already helped Jeremy take the hard classes prior to the swap. So now, I can just cruise by with these last few classes and be free from the embarrassment of college learning. I start to smile as I imagine the possible paths my future can go now. I could become a personal trainer and help people get as buff as me, or I could even go harder with these gains and start professionally bodybuilding. “You know what, you’re right dude!” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking rad!” I continue as I start flexing my muscles and get turned on thinking about waking up as Jeremy every day. Toby looks up from his textbook and flashes a quick smile and says “Well, I’m glad it’s settled then”, before quickly diving back into his studies.
Ready to get out of this apartment and explore the town with my new body, I quickly turn around and head out of Toby’s room and towards my new room. I scan the room and pick up the various clothes strewn across the floor. Standing out to me, I quickly grab a light blue tank top and some shorts along with my phone. I run down the hallway with ease as my muscular body suffers no strain from the fast jog. I’ve had to run down the hallway multiple times when I was running late for classes, and in my old body, I was constantly out of breath with just that short distance. While running past Toby’s room, I quickly scream out to him, “See you later Toby, I’m going out!” As I get into the living room and start putting on my sneakers, I watch as his door opens as he quickly peeks his head out. He quickly says “Alright, see you later” and slams the door. I laugh and think happily about how great he feels with his new body. I didn’t expect him to take it so well, but I’m glad it didn’t lead to tons of drama. I mean, personally, I wouldn’t want to be stuck studying smart shit in those various textbooks all day, but if that’s what makes him happy, I’m glad I could help somehow. Happily thinking about how nice it is to be freed from my intelligence in exchange for this body, I hop into my car and speed off. It’s impossible to keep my tight shorts from tenting as I drive and keep thinking about how many of those twinks will be throwing themselves at me once I get to the gay club. I quickly pull out my phone and download Grindr. I snap a few pictures of my swole muscles and post one onto the new account, eager to see how many messages I can receive once I reach my destination.
I suppose Toby was right, we truly did get what we’ve always desired…
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"Sir, did you have an appointment?" Inwardly, I flinched. Externally, I needed to act like I belonged here. A little bit of bravado will go a long way, after all. I turned to face the student worker sitting at the desk I had waltzed past.
"Mike is expecting me," I said, gesturing vaguely behind me. That was a bold-faced lie, but I had at least confirmed that his Outlook calendar was open, and Teams showed him online when I left my office. It also listed him as a level two Admissions worker, so I think that meant he had his own office? I don't know how he could have arranged all of those body swaps without some sort of privacy.
Sure enough, I found him in the middle of a row of offices that were all pretty much identical. "Well, look at you. You managed to get an office with an exterior wall and everything. I'm a bit jealous. I'm here to talk about... well, us. I hope this isn't a bad time." I had gotten a rough idea of what he looked like from his company profile picture, but he was even more handsome in person.
"Kevin?" He hopped to his feet and quickly shut the door behind me. "I never wanted you to... how did you even find me? There are over 100 Michaels employed here, let alone the student population."
I smiled at him. It felt good having the upper hand, for once. "True, which is why I needed to approach this from an entirely different angle. It occurred to me that if you never told Adam about our meeting, I could use his test score to scare him into talking."
He glared at me. "Final grades were submitted weeks ago. You had no leverage over him."
"You know that. I know that. But Adam had no idea. I told him that I wouldn't pursue any sort of punishment as long as he gave me a name, and... well, here we are."
Mike let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I suppose you think that you're so damn clever."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Think it? I know it."
"Well then, Mr. Clever, how did you think this would play out? I told you, I'm only looking for hookups. Hookups that happen in bodies that are way more muscular than this one. Was I supposed to change my mind? You do a little bit of detective work, and suddenly I'm going to be yours forever?"
Out of all of the ways this scene had played out in my mind, righteous fury was definitely not one I had considered. "What? No, no, hang on. Mike, please. I'm not expecting you to be mine forever. One, the whole point of dating is just to see if we're even compatible, but more to the point... what's the point in swapping bodies if you can't have sex with multiple others? You have a gift, somehow, and I would have to be the biggest asshole to make you deny that part of yourself!" Mike started to relax his shoulders, and I took that as a sign to keep pressing.
"I'm not one of those guys who insists on monogamy. The open relationship is fine, I just… I want more than hookups. I want to come home after a rough day and know that you'll be there, waiting for me. Or at least your body. Can we… can we at least try?"
Mike just stared at me, with a stern and angry face that was weakened by his watery eyes. "I need you to understand I'm not happy with you right now. You completely ignored my thoughts and feelings because you decided that you knew better. And the only reason that I'm not telling you to get the fuck out is that my heart admits you may have a point. And as much as I want to be angry at how you violated my privacy… I was doing the same thing to your feelings when all I wanted to do was hook up."
He looked so sad that I wanted to reach out and give him a hug, but I had a feeling that if I tried, it would read as me dismissing his emotions as invalid hysterics. And that was the last thing I wanted to. I slipped my hands in my pockets, and stared at a point in the floor. "Well… then where do we go from here?"
He looked up at me, arms crossed defensively. "Let's do it this way. 7:00, the Starbucks on the edge of campus. If I show up, we'll try it your way. If I don't show up, we both agree to stop trying to pursue each other. Relationships, hookups, any of it."
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I sat there, fidgeting with the empty coffee cup in my hand as my eyes scanned the slow stream of passerby for any sign of Mike. I'd arrived at 6:45 because of who I am as a person, but at some point I was going to have to admit the possibility that he had chosen not to be here. I glanced down at my phone. 7:12. At least the shop was busy enough that none of the baristas were paying attention to him. The only thing worse than being stood up was having witnesses.
Once the clock hit 7:15, I tossed the cup in the trash and headed out the door. It stung a bit. A lot a bit, actually. 80s movies had sorely misrepresented how easy it was to get into a relationship by being your authentic self. But if he truly wasn't interested, that was his choice to make. Showing up at his apartment with a boombox wasn't going to change anything.
"And just where do you think you're going, Kevin?"
I looked up to see a shirtless man with massive shoulders staring at me from the parking lot. "How do you… Mike, is that you in there?" He just smiled in response. "Mike, what the hell! Have you been standing here the whole time? I thought you stood me up!"
He shrugged. "Well, I considered going in there to join you, but… this felt like a good way to pay you back for your little stunt earlier today. I don't want you thinking that you'll always have the upper hand. And anyway, there's only the one door. It's not like I was going to lose track of you. Now get over here," he said as he pulled me into a bear hug.
I wanted to be angry, but it was hard to stay mad as I felt the warmth of his body against my chest, the smell of sweat and tobacco assaulting my nose from his current body. "Why do I get the feeling that one of our love languages is going to be pressing the other person's buttons?"
He looked up into my eyes and tousled my hair. "You're the one who wanted a relationship. You'll have to date all of me, not just the parts of me that fit your daydream." He was right, of course. Whether that was a promise or a threat, I could not say. But I was excited for the two of us to find out. Together.
•”Hey boys 😜” Brennan captioned his mirror selfie to his friends in their gaming group chat.
The group chat started blowing up.
• “Not cool, Ruben, give Brennan his phone back.”
• “yeah jus cuz ur bigger doesn’t make u better”
• “fuck u ruben don’t be a dick”
Brennan laughed to himself. Oh, was he about to rock their worlds.
• “Guys, it’s me!! It’s Brennan!”
• “Bullshit, give Brennan his phone back”
• “what is it with jocks like u”
• “Seriously, guys, it’s me! I can prove it”
• “yeah yeah. you know, he should really report you for the constant bullying”
He continued laughing. Guess he’d have to prove it.
• “Joey, your mom’s been fucking your math teacher since you were in high school; Mel, you’ve been stealing bananas and cereal bars from the campus cafeteria since August; Carl, you came out to me in April of last year.”
Oooh, they were gonna be mad.
• “DUDE!!!”
• “not fucking cool man, brennan said i could trust him”
• “it’s not even a crime, i’m paying for the food plan anyways lol”
• “Asshole! lol there wasn’t a better way to convince us than laying all of our shit out to Ruben??”
• “yeah well hey guys brennan’s gay too, he told me when i told him”
• “yeah no shit guys”
• “No shit, Sherlock, we all know”
• “wait, seriously???”
Brennan kept laughing to himself. Sure, it was a dick move, but he wasn’t going to spend hours convincing them, may as well rip the bandaid off.
• “lol sorry guys. So,… whadya think??”
• “what do we think? really? i think this is a huge set up for a prank that won’t have a lot of payoff.”
• “I mean it’s fucking impressive dude!! Love the commitment to the bit. Okay, I’ll play along. How did it happen? What did you do?”
• “yeah and where’s your body, huh?”
• “It’s in here! I’m in him!”
• “lmao what like a possession?”
• “Yep, exactly like that!”
• “Wait, wait I wanna hear this! So tell us what happened, Ruben”
• “Well we were on the couch and he had just gotten back from one of his benders and he seemed to be in a good mood! Or at least a less abusive mood… I figured it would be nice to take advantage of his drunken niceness while it was still around and I asked him if he wanted to play Smash Bros.”
• “bad move ruben”
• “yeah you’d totally get crushed, brennan’s a pro in ssb!”
• “Aww, shucks, thanks guys.”
Wait, were they seriously still calling bullshit on this?
• “Anyways, he agrees and we’re picking players and he says that there’s no use in competition without bets and I was like so what do you have in mind and he was like oh well I guess if I win you have to wear my stinky shoes around your neck while we’re in the apartment, which I was secretly like ok fine by me lol”
• “lol brennan would probably do it voluntarily”
• “🤣”
• “🖕. lol anyways, he was like so what’s your side of the bet and I was feeling a little randy bc of the situation, like he’s never ever nice to me or hangs out or anything and he smelled so delicious sitting across from me and he always has this unbeatable confidence, it’s just…. ugh you get the point. So, I said,, well how about I get to possess your body whenever I want to if I win”
• “Oh woooowwww, no way Brennan, real original”
• “he’s writing the plot for his new wank material guys lol”
• “¯\_(ツ)_/¯ like I said, I was in the mood!! And he was like lol ok whatever and OF COURSE the match turns out exactly like you’d expect. He went from 5 to 0 stocks in like a minute and a half. Anyways he shrugs and says a bets a bet, laughs and the starts heading back to his room to sleep. As he’s walking I can’t help but think about how nice it would be if it were true and imagined myself taking control of him and then guys. I’m dead serious. I started hovering”
• “holy shit this is sad”
• “okay casper lol”
• “Guys seriously! My body just like lifted itself off the couch and started twisting and elongating and pulling me out of my clothes! I was like spiraling through the air or something! I couldn’t see a lot, but I could see I was approaching his ass. Dudes, really, it was like it was happening without my control. I could feel myself slide up his gym shorts and up his asshole. After that everything went dark but I could feel myself like getting bigger and heavier? It felt like I was stretching taller and my body was packing on weight. I opened my eyes and then BAM! I’m fucking Ruben!!”
The group chat fell silent. No one responded for a while. After about 3 min, another notification popped up, this time from Joey.
• “Ruben, seriously if this is a prank I’m gonna be fucking pissed.”
Brennan rolled his eyes. They still didn’t believe him. Alright, time to break out the big guns.
He pressed on the group video chat icon. It rang for a few seconds and then everyone eventually picked up and groaned in annoyance that the alleged bit was still going.
“Okay, look,” he panned the camera around the room, “No Brennan,” he went to all of the rooms in their dorm suite and panned the camera, “No Brennan,” he opened up every closet and peeked under every bed in the apartment, “No Brennan. I’m using my phone, Brennan’s phone, and I don’t go anywhere without my phone, you guys know that. I’m in fucking here! I’m Brennan, okay?” He had the camera facing himself and his big pecs heaved with slight breathlessness from scouring the dorm suite and passionately defending himself. Come on, how much more convincing did they need??
“Okay, fine, but he could be right outside.”
“Yeah or you could have locked him out or something. There are several ways he could’ve put you up to this.”
“Uh huh, this is highly unlikely. good attempt though. again, loved the commitment.”
Brennan grunted deeply in frustration, “God—fuck, okay, just… Rrrngg—How can I…” Almost defeated by this conversation, he figured he’d gotten all the way to this point, so he may as well take it all the way. He stormed into the living room and opened his laptop and typed in his password (making sure the boys could see him typing in his own password). He set up the video recorder and angled the camera down at his, or rather Ruben’s groin and scooped his junk out, held his nut sack and thick flaccid shaft together in his hands. He then swung his huge package around, making absurd noises and doing an embarrassing dance as he did. The group was a symphony of shocked proclamations and groans. “Yeah, fuckers—now watch.” He dragged the video file over to the messenger app and dropped the video in their group chat and heard the chorus of dings as the lurid video was sent to each of their phones.
He picked up his phone and returned to their conversation. “See?! Would straight ass Ruben do that?? Would homophobe Ruben do that?? Would joyless asshole Ruben do that?? Would he send a fucking video like that to you three fucking people??!”
“Jesus! Fine man, you made your point!”
“Damn, dude, this is hot as shit! No fucking way… How in the fuck?!”
“No fucking way. Dude, this is insane.”
Brennan was distracted for a moment smelling the fingers that had just been on his crotch, “I told you guys! It’s fucking incredible…” He was mesmerized by his pecs, squeezing them firmly and intensely, flexing them and rubbing his hands over his abs, biting his lip.
“So, uh, how’d you do it?”
He was brought back to reality by the question, “Hmm?”
“How did you.. I don’t know, possess Ruben? How?”
“Oh, uhh, I’m… I’m not really sure… Like I said, it was just a bet before. I guess my body just… I don’t know, like responded to the bet or something? Like it had to follow through maybe.”
Carl was clearly incredibly turned on by Brennan’s sudden ability. Mel was mesmerized, checking Brennan (or Ruben) out through the screen. Joey just seemed intrigued.
“So you think it’ll work again? Like it did before? Or was it more of a one-time thing…”
He considered the question… “Well, I don’t know…”
“Well, couldn’t you try? Just to see what happens?”
The guys were clearly interested in exploring this thing Brennan just discovered under an hour ago. He could see where this was going, so he figured he should invite them over for some testing. “I-I-I don’t know, you know? I mean, sure, obviously, right? I guess if y’all want to, you could come o—“
Carl interrupted, “I bet if I can finish this sentence, you’ll have a sharper face.”
Everyone stopped in shock and fascination as Brennan’s (but really Ruben’s) jaw suddenly became sharper and more defined, his chin becoming more angular and pronounced. His other facial features adjusted, too, to complement
Brennan reached up and felt his face, shocked by the unfamiliar ridges. “Well, I guess that answers your question, fellas…” he was very turned on by what was happening but also slightly anxious about what his joker friends were about to pull. “Hey, so let’s—“
“I bet if I finished this sentence, you’ll grow 2 feet taller.”
“Hhhrmmpfff shitttt,” Brennan squeezed his eyes shut tight as he could feel his body morphing all around him. Suddenly, Brennan shot up in Ruben’s body, “UURNG!” taking him from a respectable 6’2” to an imposing 8’2”, “Mmmrrfff!” his body growing proportionally with his growth. “Guuuh—fuck, you guys,” shit, now they could really get into it. He laughed nervously, “Heheh, that’s wicked, you guys! But I still need to function in society, don’t get too c—“
“I bet if I breathe air right now, you’ll get 150 lbs. more jacked,” Mel butted in.
“—arried awa—AWWW FUUUUCCCCKK!!!” He arched his back and his skin became deep red and hot to the touch, “MMRrrmmmmfffuckkkk, what are you going doing to me?!” His body twisted and contorted and they could hear bones snapping and rearranging themselves, “Ooohh yeeaah, MRRMFF! Fuck yeah, here it comessssss!” As if like a bomb, his body erupted all over with new muscle, his muscle groups audibly swelling and competing with one another for dominance. He struggled to contain himself as he burst into manic giggling, stumbling with his new weight and trying to keep himself from crushing his phone. His body continued pulsing larger, filling out to nearly 500-550 lbs. He couldn’t believe his gym shorts were still holding on! “Fuckin’ shit, it just keeps coming boys!!” His voice boomed ridiculously deeper but still maintaining Ruben’s signature gravelly voice. His ass swelled behind him, his guns became impossibly large, his pecs grew so hard and large that they looked like they could could stop a train, and his legs became as thick as tree trunks. “Oh shitttt!!” he gritted his teeth and his gym shorts exploded around him, making his hard cock flop out and bob up and down. “Guys…” he pleaded, “guys, please, I gotta—“
“I bet if I drank water right now you’d have a 2 foot long and 2 liter bottle thick cock.”
“Yeah, and I bet if I can finish this sentence you’ll grow cantaloupe-sized nuts.”
“Fuck it, I’ll join in! I bet if I breathe right now, hmmm… hell, that you’ll cum a gallon of jizz!”
Holy god alrighty, Brennan had to put his phone down or it would shatter. He tossed it against the couch but it landed in a position that gave the group a full view of his next phase. “Oooohh, fuuuucck guyssss,” He fell to his hands and knees and groaned as his hard cock began snaking forward from his crotch and started thickening ridiculously large, as if inflating like a clown’s balloon. He looked down past his huge slabs of pecs and saw Ruben’s cock blown larger and longer than it had ever been. If it weren’t for his massive muscles, he bet he could bend over and easily put it into his mouth. He giggled dumbly, maybe he still could. “Shhhiiit dudesss, I’m like a fuckin’ horse now! I bet I could—UUNNG!” His hips started bucking as a heavy, pendulous set of balls swelled hugely and hung down, nearly touching the floor. His moaning and groaning started to build quicker and more intense, as did moans and groans of the guy’s in the chat as they watched their friend hulk out and approach orgasm in someone else’s body. “Fuck boys, I’m gonna—Hoooohh shit, I’m gonna—“ Brennan expelled a huge and thunderous moan in Ruben’s body as the levee within him broke. A massive torrent of jizz came firing out of his mammoth cock with rapid procession. They watched his ass flex and unflex, flex and unflex over and over again as he bucked out load after massive load. Carl and Mel could both be heard climaxing as well over the phone as they watched their titan buddy spill pints and pints of someone else’s cum. There was silence among the three for a while as they watched with fascination while Brennan unloaded an unreal amount of jizz onto himself and the floor below him.
After what felt like a full minute of bucking and squirting, Brennan caught his breath. His torso and jaws were absolutely soaked and the carpeted floor beneath him was basically ruined (how were they going to explain that to maintenance?) and an intense smell pervaded throughout the suite. He stood up, dripping slow globs of spunk off his enormous body, and grabbed his phone, still breathless and collecting himself. He looked into the phone panting and grinning, as his three friends sat staring at him in disbelief. He sauntered over to the suite’s kitchen, propped his phone against the toaster oven, lifted his gigantic cock up and letting it slap down wetly on top the counter to rest there instead of hanging heavily against his thighs, and folded his huge arms in front of him, grinning hazily at his phone.
“Geez guys, I don’t know who to thank,” Brennan joked as he brought an arm up to flex and check out.
The three sat admiring Brennan checking himself out. He looked down at his jizz-soaked torso. With two meaty fingers, he scooped up a large helping of spunk and held it up to his face observing it. A kinky idea came to his head.
“I bet…”
Carl perked up excitedly. Mel raised his eyebrows in intrigue. Joey’s eyes grew huge in horrified realization.
“… that if I slurped down some of this jizz…”
“Dude, don’t, seriously, I’m back in my hometown at my parents house!”
“Yeah, man, fuck yeah, come on! Do it!”
“Woah, woah, I’m in the library, what’s about to happen?”
“… that the same growth that happened to me… happens to you guys too.”
He grinned slyly at the camera as looks of panic, excitement, and confusion flashed across his screen.
“No! Dude, seriously! I can’t do this in front of my folks!”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck yeah, Brennan, do it!”
“Shit, I guess I had this coming..”
Brennan stuck the two jizz-covered fingers in his mouth and sucked eagerly, savoring and swallowing the sweet/salty liquid. As he sucked his fingers, a mixture of excited, panicked and confused voices came through. He started rubbing his hands over his sticky, slimy chest and abs, massaging his spunk into his meaty physique and bringing his hands up to his mouth to suck clean. As he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of his seed over and over again, he heard maniacal laughter, confused but horny intrigue, and strained annoyance come through grunting and groaning.
All three of the voices were growing deeper and deeper, and all three of the voices were becoming more and more turned on by the changes happening to them.
Narco was your average kid in school, at least in appearance, but he was more intelligent and had excellent social skills when it came to talking to people which came from his knowledge of people psychology.
However, he also wasn’t a normal person for he had a special ability that allow him to enter the body of another person.
He discovered this one day when there was a jock named Kevin who picked on him and would make fun of him a lot because he was superior to him in intelligence rather than physical skills.
One day, when they were the last people in the locker room, Kevin took Narco clothes and hid them he was in the shower.
When Narco came out looking for his clothes, Kevin said,
“I have your clothes right here, hehe”, said the jock.
Give me my stuff, said Narco aggressively.
Why don’t you come and get it, said Kevin.
Narco charged at the bully in an attempt to get his bag, but the jock moved out the way, causing him to ram into a locker right behind him.
Knowing that Narco was shorter than him placed it above the locker.
If you want your stuff, maybe you can go outside and get a ladder, said the jock laughing.
Adding to the insult, he snatched Narco towel off him, leaving him exposed and open to anyone who would see him.
As the jock walked away, Narco humiliated and infuriated charged at him again, this time the bully jock was off guard and fail to the ground with Narco on his back.
While on the ground, Narco begin to merge with the bully jock body, the bully feeling sensation started panicking,
What’s going on, what are you doing to me, this is weird, said the jock as he felt Narco going into his body and very being.
The jock tried to resist, but it was futile.
Narco seeing what was happening begin to realize he was entering the jock and curious, he positioned his body despite his size comparison to the buff jock to align with his body.
His 17 year old teen cock into the much more season teen muscular ass sent shock wave of pain and ecstasy that the bully found it hard to focus on removing Narco.
After a short struggle, Narco managed to get into the Kevin’s body.
He felt his Goliath muscles and ass. His massive pecs and quads along with a special package that was large between them.
As he adjusted to the massive weight change of 220 from a lean 140 pounds he made his way to the mirror.
As he look in the mirror, he continued to explore his body, really excited about the strength and power that the bully jock body possessed. The excitement showed when the already large junk became erect and not able to contain himself began to touch it which sent a wave of pleasure in his body causing him to explore the sensation even more saying,
To be fair, after all the stress we had a moment ago, this could release some stem, hehe, said Narco in the jock deep voice giggling.
As he continued to rub and stroke the large cock, he tried to also resist falling from the amount of testosterone and euphoria going through the jock body still adjusting.
After a few minutes, he shot the jocks load which came out so fast that all of it didn’t just hit the ground, but his hands, abs and nearly coated the whole mirror.
Narco even used the jock own fingers to get a scoop of the sticky syrup and licked it with his own mouth saying,
Mmmh, I guess this body produces good quality cum after all, hehe, said Narco with a light hearted laugh.
However, due to the body in a much more relaxed state from the post nut along with inexperience of using this possession ability, once the load was completed releasing from the powerful jock, Narco was ejected from the body.
The bully jock still recovering from the possession as well as the post nut clarity, which caused him to forget he was ever possessed. From afar, Narco hid in the stalls, watching to see what the jock does next. The jock coming to his full senses and drooling from his mouth realized that he was coated in cum as well as the mirror and floor.
What the fuck man, said Kevin in shock of all the mess he was in the middle of,
“Shit, I was saving that energy to fuck some pussy tonight, but I guess I blacked out again looking at my reflection, haha, said the bully jock looking at the cum all around him.
Yea, this guy is dumb with a capital D, thought Narco.
Oh well, guess I better take a shower, said Kevin as he prepared to get his bar of soap.
Narco then reflects over what has transpired saying,
Man that was incredible, I never had that much fun in my life.
I wonder if I can do that again. Damn, it’s risky but all risk “cum” with danger, haha, said Narco.
Narco paid attention and waited as the jock got into the shower. Once the jock finally started taking a shower, he made his move to see the jock rinse and lather the soap around his chest and underarms, waiting a few seconds for him to get lost in the process.
After a fair minute, he then slowly by steadily made his way to the shower curtain, as the jock had the water pour down his hair to his face.
Fear and excitement brewed in Narco as he stood 3 feet away from him, only blocked by the curtain.
Not able to take the suspense, he jump at the jock who despite being more superior in physically, was at a disadvantage due to being wet and caught off guard.
Landing on top of the jock perfectly grabbing his chest to cling, he begins to phase right through in near alignment as Narco chest and face as though to give an intimate kiss enter the jock’s body.
Because the transition was so smooth it offered little resistance as before.
As the jocks eyes open again, it was no longer him, but Narco in full control.
See that wasn’t so hard was it, said Narco as he proceeded to shower the body, exploring it again as before.
As he couldn’t help the rush of testosterone and horniness again, Narco said,
“You shouldn’t have dropped the soap”,
as he blew his load in the shower in copious amounts. Despite the water running, you could literally see it go down the drain more than the water. For a moment, Narco thought it might clog it, it was so much cum.
“That’s a dangerously high amount of testosterone in this jock, I guess this is why he can’t control his emotions.”
“I guess I also don’t have to worry about steroids since his junk is well over the normal expectations.”
“He may have failed 9th grade three times and cheated a lot on class work, but props to this guy for being a natural athlete, haha”,said Narco.
Wanting to explore the life of the jock, he couldn’t wait to indulge in the popularity.
Conveniently, the jocks and other popular kids were invited to a party at another jocks house to celebrate the end of the season.
He would’ve had to worry about classes and family wondering where he’s at, but he already had been a week early on his week class assignment and his parents were too busy with work to even notice he was in his room.
While at the party, he was actually conversating and laughing with the jocks though he had to make sure he stayed somewhat true to the jocks normal personality.
But one person caught his interest and his name was Jack who was there with his girlfriend. Unlike everyone around him that seemed close, he stood out among them since he didn’t act foolish or talk much.
Wanting to know him more, he approached him and said,
Hey, how’s it going Jack, having a good time, said Narco(in Kevin body).
Oh hey Kevin, yea everything is good, I’m actually about to leave for the night, said Jack.
Leave, is something wrong, said Kevin.
Nothing, you know how it is for me, I’m always busy, hehe.
I’ll see you in school tomorrow, said Jack as him and his girlfriend left.
This moment left a impact on Narco who is used outlandish jocks, but not one so goal oriented and mysterious as him which was new for someone like Narco who usually figured out people almost instantly.
Narco desired to have Jack, not like a friend but as a prized possession that went above anything else.
From then on, he planned continually how he would make Jack see him as Savior.
So for the next few days, he stalked Jack using his possession power at other times to gather information on Jack in order to gain knowledge on his psychology through his action, even crossing personal boundaries like possessing his parents having a little fun as his dad who being a single parent had insight on his son personality.
After 3 weeks, Narco content with this, put his final plan into motion, possessing the jock Kevin again to have an affair with Jack’s girlfriend, which was quite easy since she was always in need of attention from guys while Jack was often busy.
This eventually caused Jack’s girlfriend to break up with him, to ensure no one comforts him or give him any means of support, he had used Kevin’s body again to spread a rumor that made Jack so depressed and ashamed that he wouldn’t enter school with something to cover his face and head to not be noticed.
This is when Narco would make his way to introduce himself personally when all things were going wrong in Jack’s life to appear as a Savior to him.
From this point forward they were very close eventually living together as there lives developed.
A/N: Exactly what it says on the tin can. Also if you know me, and you can deduce form this title, you probably know what the next one is.
“Dustin what the fuck!” I shouted walking into my room, seeing my younger brother on my bed in my boxer briefs.
“Oh, hey bro,” He sat up slightly after having enjoyed a nap in my space completely unbothered. There was something in his cadence that annoyed me, the fact it was my cadence. My attitude, my brain, He even looked as old as me. His body had co-opted all my hard work and given him the muscles and height it took years to achieve, all because he put on my underwear.
The worst thing about it? It was hard to stay angry seeing the fat ass I had given him. And fuck if his balls didn’t look as full as mine laying there, legs spread open.
“Don’t ‘hey bro’ me,” I replied. He even had on my dress socks. He knew I only had one pair of those for job interviews. “I knew you took my underwear this morning! I had my whole outfit planned out.”
“I assume that means you didn’t get the job.” he stated
Rolling my eyes, I did air quotes “Oh ‘assume’, look at you using big words from me.”
“Look bro, regardless of what you were wearing or not. If they didn't give you the job it wasn't meant to be.”
He was using my own reasoning against me. How many times had I said that to friends to calm them down? Well guess what, my words weren’t working on me. “So what, I sweat out my interview while you’re living large. Mom and dad thinking I’m just sleeping away in here.”
“It was a nice nap.” he laughed my laugh, but in his new deeper voice, which by the grace of the universe wasn’t a copy of mine. Small victories.
“I bet.” I spat, putting my bag on the floor.
“Look instead of being mad, let me make it up to you.” he stated.
“How do you plan to do that; you steal a job opportunity from me too?” I started pulling off my suit.
“No,” he chuckled. “Come fuck my ass, take a load off, dump a load.” He spread his legs wider, that perfect rump on display. Offering my ass and cock was a specialty of mine, never something I thought my brother would pick up from me. But honestly after the shit day I had I needed it. Pulling off my tie I climbed into the bed behind him. After stealing my shit, he was going to be taking more than a load.
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Eric Chang had no idea putting on his brother's jockstrap would feel so good. The undergarment had been strangely abandoned in the center of his room. His older brother, Quay, had once been a studious academic under his parents roof, but 4 years at college had turned him into a complete musclehead. Sometimes Eric would almost forget they used to share a room, bunk beds. Until their parents demoted Quay to the guest room thinking he’d be a bad influence on Eric. Quay’s bed was out and a new desk for studying was in.
There were times Eric wanted to scream into his pillow. He had been a good student, but he was never a great student like his brother. His parents never really cared about his performance until Quay grades plummeted. Even when Quay was home, his parents couldn’t get him to care. Eric even tried to talk to him once.
“Little bro,” Quay would say with that kind smile, “You got to let Mom and Dad’s expectations go. That’s what I did, and it freed me.” His voice would say calmly as if he were a guru.
Easy for Quay to say, he was away at college. He didn’t have mom and dad watching him like a hawk. So how did that lead to Quay just dropping trou, stepping out of his jockstrap and walking out the room bare ass naked? But Eric wasn’t focused on him, only the garments he had slipped out of. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to put them on. HAD to put them on. Walking over in a trance-like state, he disrobed and got his brother’s jockstrap.
The moment it was on, his body was completely different. The height came first as his body bulked with muscle. His pecs pressed out with a clear division between them. He never put his older brother’s clothes on; they simply appeared on his body. Eric went from student to pure jock in record time. Chewing on Quay’s tank, he tasted his older brother’s sweat, as his ass stretched the jock strap. Veins ran across feeding his muscle into an even more disciplined version than his brother.
Quay knocked back on the door, walking in when he heard the moaning. Their lips were soon on each other. The Changs would be disappointed to learn their dreams for another son were once again dashed to chase balls, in various forms.
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“Hahaha, won’t go down, will it?” Lenny laughed. The bet was simple, have Blake wear his underwear, after complaining about Lenny’s constant boners. Lenny was too used to college life and just constantly rocking them out in the open. His little brother wasn’t having it though. He didn’t believe Lenny’s “It just happens” excuse. Blake was so smug, in the way most younger brothers were. He wasn't prepared for the rush of Lenny’s hormones into his system, when he got those American Eagle’s on.
Blake got hotter, taller, but he also got hornier, pitching a tent every which way he turned.
“That’s what having a real dong is like bro, you get lost in it.”
“But it’s just there, and so needy. I NEED TO FUCK SOMETHING, bro!” Blake’s cock throbbed with each word. “How do you do anything with this in between your legs?”
“Ehh, sports help. You can thank me for the body later—mass looks good on you—it’ll be great when you start signing up with me at my university." Lenny lay comfortably on his bed, watching as Blake stared down at his new boner. The older brother had to stifle a laugh, not mocking him, but it was kind of adorable how lost Blake looked in Lenny’s underwear. “And when you’re not practicing, a lot of the guys will be willing to help you clear your head, if you catch my drift.”
“Okay, but what do I do with it NOW!” Blake asked, “I’m not even going to be able to go to class without thinking about slipping it into someone.”
“Stop being dramatic, dude.” Lenny sat up, fully facing his brother. He pointed to Blake’s dick, “That’s your new North star, courtesy of me. And if it’s giving too much trouble, you should let it lead the way.” Blake looked down at his boner, then followed to where it pointed to Lenny on the bed. A knowing smile, Lenny beckoned his brother closer with a finger. Blake slowly walked until he stood over Lenny’s lap. Yanking the boxer’s down, Lenny let Blake’s cock spring out, then grabbed at his younger brother’s ass. A powerful shove from behind, Blake’s cock disappeared into Lenny’s throat.
Blake writhed and drooled over the foreign sensation. Following his big brother’s embedded instincts, Blake placed his hands on the back of Lenny’s head. The two found a pace with Lenny setting the lead, until he wasn’t. A switch went off in Blake and his body took over, shoving Lenny down on his cock, skull fucking his big bro, until his cock christened Lenny’s throat with heavy cream all gulped down. Blake’s cock fell out of Lenny’s mouth, defeated and coated in saliva. Finally, he could think again. All horny thoughts catapulted down into his brother’s stomach, for now.
Then Lenny wrapped his hand around his brother’s waist and pulled them both back into the bed, then flipped on top of him. “Now, it’s time I follow my north star.” Lenny smirked with the heat of his dick stuck between their two bodies and only growing warmer.
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Okay, Tyler don’t freak out. Sure, you took your big brother's underwear. He’s a marathon biker and was out at the time. BUT how would you know that it’d make you grow? It was hard peddling down the street as your small body began to press against your clothes. Was it your shirt or shorts that vanished first? You can’t remember. What was easy to remember was your longer legs, jumbling up the vehicle making it hard to maneuver. Adjusting your posture, to keep momentum and not crash, your spine snapped straighter. Poor Tyler, you didn’t even know your butt was blowing up, swallowing up the seat.
When the bike changed, that was more concerning. The entire design lost its electric blue for a slate-gray, as the front pulled forward. The wheels got thinner as their radius expanded. That’s when your shirt popped off as your chest came into fruition. Oh, you could barely see over those tits as you went on. Why couldn’t you stop? Maybe it was your ass thrusting you higher in the air, generating more power, pushing your journey further.
Come on Tyler, your short’s split and your brother’s underwear was out. Your secret was exposed, no one was looking, but the whole world could see if they wanted to. That’s when your face changed, jaw sharpening as your throat reformed to hit a new register. Then came the bulge, your cock had never protruded in that way before, but your brother’s did. The tattoo on your legs, the chain around your neck, your hat turned backwards on your head, All your brother’s style.
You finally came to a complete stop, able to get your body under control. Sitting off the dusty road’s edge was your brother looking smug, knowing what you’d done. Realization hit hard. From the moment you picked up his underwear, your inner monologue was his voice. MY VOICE.
Heh, didn’t think you had it in you little bro: To steal my shit. Did you enjoy having me in your head? That bulge in my underwear sure looks like you did.
Now get over here so I can get a closer look.
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“Let’s get this clear Ty, I didn’t tell you to do shit,” Jeremiah stated. Two black men were currently in Jeremiah’s room where only one had existed second’s prior. Jeremiah was standing up looking over to what should have been his younger brother in the gaming chair.
“I know,” Ty rubbed the back of his head,” But all the cool stuff is in your room.” He spoke with a voice far deeper than he had ever possessed. His body was immaculate plucked from Jeremiah's wettest dream. Never in his life would he ever think he’d have such an effect on his younger brother. His sibling had been turned into a man in every aspect, the facial hair, the pecs, eight abs. More importantly Jeremiahs compression shorts that Ty was wearing were the real star. Thick, skull crushing thighs and a fat ass being sat upon, appetizers too the long cock very visible.
Jeremiah looked good in his compression shorts, but Ty had made the damn things his bitch. It was surprising the thin material hadn’t given up like the rest of Ty’s clothes. Ty knew better than to sneak into his brother’s room. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Jeremiah who had banned Ty from his room, rather than their dad.
His words being to them both, “Look Jeremiah’s like me. He’s a whole lotta man, it’s hard not to be influenced by him. He needs his own space.” At the time Jeremiah just thought that was his dad’s way of saying he needed to wear deodorant. But now it seemed his dad actually had a point in keeping Ty out. It was like Jeremiah’s Compression shorts channeled his testosterone directly into his brother. And holy fuck did his brother look more potent than him.
“Ugh, Dad’s gonna kill me,” Jeremiah dragged his hands down his face.
“Yeah maybe.” Ty responded in Jeremiah’s laid-back type-tone, no care whatsoever.
“He’s probably going to kill you too.” the words were said to get a specific reaction out of his brother that never came.
“Well then, he’ll kill us when he gets us. But no use in just wasting time. I gotta drain my balls and I bet you do too. Might as well stroke it out.”
Jeremiah shook his head, Ty got his horniness too, but if they were in trouble any way…draining his balls now with a stud was as good of a time as any.
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Jordan stole Randall’s boxers out of the washing machine. It was early morning and no one else was going to know. Randall, his older brother, had moved back in with the family after college, and Jordan often caught a glimpse of the boxers. Mysterious things. And now here he was, having slipped them on looser and freer than the briefs, their mom condemned Jordan too. The novelty only lasted a moment as a surge erupted inside of Jordan. His body shook and the house shook with him. Jordan couldn’t utter a single word as his bones snapped and popped. His height was soaring, body changing.
No one came rushing downstairs, despite all the commotion. Only Jordan saw his action figures, scattered across the living room, get shaken out of existence, fading into nothing as various dumbbells replaced them. His shoes by the door stretched, mouths widening as Jordan’s soles expanded. The plain design was overwritten by an athletic one. They didn’t stop until they were almost indistinguishable from Randall’s in size. In the end, two sets of tennis sat next to each other. On the coat rack, Jordan’s coat morphed as the heat in his chest encouraged it to. His traps shoved his shoulders aside so that his chest could pump up. As pecs rose to prominence, abs formed following their example. A healthy dose of muscle mass was forced into his arms and legs, earning him jock proportions. His new coat hung, slim, stylish, and large.
A change erupted across every family picture as the still images of Jordan went through the same transformation. The integrity of Jordan's face gave way as his bone structure removed all fat, accentuating its own features for an older look. His mop of curly hair whipped up and reformed itself into a trendier look, trimmed on the sides, curls kept at the top and front. A cut reminiscent of Randall’s sensibilities. Meanwhile, the photos stamped Jordan’s new face into their ink, solidifying it in reality. Jordan stumbled back, body hitting the counter with force. The house's shaking finally stopped.
As Jordan looked down at himself, he saw not only his brother’s boxers, but Randall’s chain and socks as well. Well, they were brothers. Twins even. It wasn't odd for them to borrow each other’s stuff. He had snuck down here to have something to wear. Right? Maybe more curious was the boner Jordan was getting. Pitching a tent in his big bro’s underwear? He didn’t usually go around popping boners. Actually, he couldn’t even recall the last time he did. Oh well, maybe his brother would have some answers, once Jordan woke him up. Randall had always loved Jordan’s cock up his ass for a morning rise.
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Wesley was shocked when he stepped into his bathroom, and found his little brother, Milton, wearing his socks and red Hanes boxers. It was supposed to be Wesley’s private area hence the half-naked man on the wall by the toilet. He finally had his own place, and a private bathroom even his parents couldn’t see. Why did he allow his brother to come visit him?
“Personal space much?” Wesley stated, trying to downplay it. He scratched his head; there was something off about Milton. Not the stance: One leg bent up on the tub, the other still on the floor, arms crossed. Milton was always trying to show off. A good pose considering all the muscle he was packing. His biceps looked extra nice. Maybe that was it, had he filled out, bulked more…nah Milton had always been big. Then again, had he? Wasn’t he visiting during semester break—
“What’s this about?” Milton nodded his head back to the photo.
“It’s a guy.” Wesley shrugged, not dealing with this.
“Yeah, no shit it’s a guy. Why’s it in your bathroom?” Milton asked.
“Why do you think?” Wesley shot back. “Here’s a better question, why are you? And why are you wearing my clothes?”
Milton looked down at himself, confused. “I am?” he looked around, “Did your bathroom get smaller?”
“No.” Wesley sighed, “Must have been all the weed you’ve been smoking on tour. “I see you got another tat,” He pointed to Milton’s arms covered in a respectable smattering of tattoos.
“Hey, first of all, it’s hard being a rockstar. Secondly, I haven’t smoked since the last time I was here. Thirdly, tatts look cool.”
“You haven’t, why not?”
“Don’t know, I think my big brother said something about liking my natural smell last time? So, when the band came into town I figured I’d use my spare key to sneak in. Thought it’d be nice to put something of yours on.”
“And?”
“And I was right; your shit is comfortable as hell.” He leaned forward on his bent leg.
Wesley smirked, strolling into his bathroom and kissing Milton, until his younger brother’s cock begged to be freed. Reaching into the waistband, Wesley stroked it. How long had the two been seeing each other like this? Had to be years at this point. Honestly, Wesley couldn't quite remember how it started, perhaps catching his brother in his underwear even back then. Milton looked up to the then-punk teen so maybe it was fate, Milton would start working out and form a rock band. Now, he toured all over the country but always made stops at his brother’s city.
“I want that guy gone.” Milton said between kisses, “Then I’ll fuck you.”
“Fine.” Wesley relented, “But I will be putting a picture of you up there.”
“Good. Should have done that in the first place.” Milton growled with pleasure as his brother continued jerking him off.
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Santiago, are you happy now?
Why did you take the underwear? Was it just because of the design on it? Who are you kidding, of course that’s the reason. They weren’t boxers or even boxer-briefs. They were FULL ON BRIEFS. What was your older brother doing rocking briefs? When did he wear them? Why did he wear them?
If anyone in the house deserved to wear briefs, it was you! So, snatching them up wasn’t stealing, it was justice. You slipped them on in the living room. The warmth was unbearable and it started all at your crotch. It bulged like a lump, right over Batman’s body as your glutes swelled in the back. Next it was your legs, sending you higher in the air as hair began to poke over them. Thighs expanding, calves bulking, feet extending. It looked like your brother’s legs were attached to you. Pecs rushed out of your chest, spilling into the air with dark nipples. Your shoulders were titanic, compared to before and spread wide. Arms that looked more appropriate on a warrior found themselves attached to you, biceps and forearms ready. Your face was the last to go, stubble rising over your lower jaw, eyebrows growing bushier. When your head elongated as your jaw lengthened. Did it feel good? How about when your hair reshaped into your brother’s proper style, dark strands brushed down perfectly.
Then it was done. Was wearing your brother's briefs everything you hoped it would be? You were as old as him, standing in his underwear. Felt awesome to stroke your cock as memories rushed into your head, matching you to your body. Of course, your legs shook when you came, as your new balls shot their first load into your brother’s undies. Thank god the windows were close, or the whole neighborhood would have heard you. Was your orgasm earth-shattering?
Your brother found you. ‘Found’ wasn't the right word. He was the only one home to hear the moan you let out. A moan that sounded eerily similar to his yet had not left his mouth. He came downstairs to find you Santiago, still spewing ropes into his underwear.
That led to this interrogation: you hiked up on a chair, defiant with all of your older brother’s confidence. No conscious awareness of what you were putting on display for him. Was it the third or fourth time his eyes homed in on your package, that little Santiago started responding to the attention. Now Santiago, you knew exactly what you were doing when you thrusted your hips forward. Your package jiggled and more of your ass was on display. Whatever speech your brother had been giving you, stopped completely. He knew what you were offering for him to shut the fuck up. And he was going to take it.
Oh Santiago, you’re very happy now, aren’t you?
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Hayden snapped the photo for proof, texting it directly to his friend. “Dude, I’m fucking telling you this is Bennett. My lil bro put on my underwear, I think our dad mixed them up? and turned into a fucking Adonis in his own right.”
Smith’s reply was quick, “Wait, so you still wear tighty-whities no wonder your dad mixed them up 😛.”
“Be so fucking for real right now bro, briefs give me the best support. Not that I’d expect you to understand needing that.” Hayden typed back, moaning.
“Ouch, you've wounded me 😂. But come on, I can tell that’s you. Like you even forgot to take your socks off. And as if I wouldn’t know that ass and bulge outside of the locker room. Don’t know why you’d AI an older version of Bennett’s face on it though? Your face is (mostly) hot enough.” Smith’s joking voice was radiating through the electronic message.
Hayden sighed, fingers working, as he adjusted his seating “Look, I get that he kinda resembles me. Like those are my pecs and abs sitting on his body, my height that he’s strolling around the house in. But underneath that, it’s still him. He put my socks on because he likes them. He even got his morning OJ. When’s the last time you’ve seen me drink OJ? Never!”
“Are you bragging about being vitamin C deficient? 💀 Weird flex, but okay.” Smith’s phone was still typing then sent, “So your briefs made your brother older? Okay I’ll bite, how’s he adjusting?”
Thrusting his hips excitedly, Hayden responded. Finally, he could talk about the weirdness of that morning with someone. “That’s the thing, Bennett’s fine. He wants to be called Ben now. He’s even listed on our university’s swimming team. Right between men and you, but like no one remembers him.”
“Holy shit so your underwear recruited your little bro, That’s kind of awesome! What are you going to do now?”
“Don’t know. Maybe I can start selling my underwear on eBay or something? People might pay good money to have their sons turn into athletes.” Hayden took a hand off the phone, running it through hair.
“Idiot, I’m talking about your bro, not your wallet. I mean even if the coach accepts him on the team, he has to do initiation. The team isn’t going to go easy on him, especially looking like that.”
“What do you think I’m doing, dumbass.” Hayden smugly replied.
“You fucker.”
Hayden leaned over to toss his phone on the dining room table. He was seated far from its edge and in between the gap of his chair and the table was Ben on all fours sucking his cock. After downing his orange juice, Ben immediately began to service Hayden. A common practice of the swim team at his college. Their team building ritual where a senior like Hayden expected underclassmen to clamor for his cock. Have your teammates’ kids swimming inside you, while you cut through the water. He never thought his younger brother would be the one doing it. Or that Ben would know exactly what made Hayden’s cock hard. Ben gargled Hayden’s balls, huffed his blond pubes, then would just swallow his dick in one motion. He had acquired Hayden’s deep throating skills.
It was so damn good, it felt like an edge session. Hayden wanted it to last but also wanted to blow. A master in his own right, Ben won his older brother’s cum. Hayen’s cock spewed endlessly as he reached his crescendo. Creamy brotherly ropes shot across Ben’s tongue and down his throat. Ben sucked slower, coaxing more of his nephews out of his brother's cock. When the dick was dead, fat as fuck but limp, Ben let it drop out of his mouth and slap against Hayden’s thigh.
“Looks like you saw heaven bro,” Ben laughed down on the ground, looking up at Hayden wrecked.
“I didn’t…know you kept… heaven in your mouth.” Hayden said, catching his breath between words.
“Heh, maybe I have what it takes after all.” Ben flipped his hair out of his eyes.
Hayden’s eyes narrowed playfully, “Don’t get cocky,” He picked his brother up off the floor and sat him on the table. Leaning forward, arms locking Ben in protectively on each side, Hayden kissed his younger brother’s chest, then his neck, until their lips found each other. The taste of his jizz wasn't so bad on Bennett's lips. “That was only phase one. The guys on the team like to test personal stamina too.” Hayden gripped at his underwear on Ben and began to pull down. A cock as beautiful and long as Hayden's slapped Ben’s abs. Hayden was going to enjoy milking this one.
The golden sparks of residual magic still danced lazily in the air of the empty locker room, fading like dying embers as the final pulses of the ancient transfer ritual settled into their new vessels. Coach Harlan Reyes—once the undisputed king of the school's PE department, with his towering 6'3" frame packed with dense, veiny muscle, a thick pelt of dark chest hair matted across pecs that could bench-press a small car, and a heavy, swinging cock that had turned heads in every locker room shower—stood there breathing heavily.
But something was profoundly different now. His once-powerful body felt... lighter? No, not lighter.
Younger. Fresher.
"Fuck... it actually worked," the man who had been Coach Reyes rumbled in a voice that cracked slightly with youthful uncertainty, his hands—now smoother, less calloused—roaming over his own transformed physique under the blue PE jacket, which look ridiculously oversized to him now. He stared up at the once his student before him, then his palm rested hot against the ridged, sweat-slicked abs that no longer belonged to him.
"Kid... Alex... look at you. Holy shit, you're me. You're everything I was. And me? I'm... young again. The spell worked! Hahaha,"
Alex Thompson, the scrawny 18-year-old senior blinked rapidly. His heart hammered like a war drum in his newly expanded chest. The transfer had hit like a freight train of pure masculine ecstasy—every trait, every ounce of the teacher's godlike body pouring into him in a torrent of heat, stretch, and overwhelming power. His checkered shirt, once baggy and loose over narrow shoulders, now strained obscenely against deltoids that had ballooned outward like boulders. The fabric creaked audibly as his lats flared wider, his traps rising like mountains toward his thickening neck.
"C-Coach Reyes... I... I can feel it. All of it. Your strength. Your size. It's inside me now," Alex gasped, his voice extremely deep now, a resonant baritone that vibrated through his broadening ribcage. He flexed his free hand experimentally, watching thick veins snake across forearms that had been pencil-thin minutes ago. His massive chest heaving as a sudden shiver ripped through his powerful frame. His new thick cock, already straining heavily against the thin fabric of his sweat-dampened shorts, began to twitch with insistent, rhythmic pulses.
"Ohhhh God, my cock... it's throbbing so heavy down there. Like a fucking club. Does it always feel—huurghhhh—feel like this?"
The teacher—now inhabiting the lithe, youthful frame that had once been Alex's—laughed, a bright, boyish sound that echoed off the tiled walls. He ran his fingers through shorter, softer hair, feeling the absence of his former thick beard stubble. His new body was lean, wiry, with the kind of smooth, boy-next-door charm that made him look barely out of high school himself. The blue lanyard with the whistle still hung around his neck, but it felt different now. Empowering in a whole new way.
"That's the deal we made, Alex. I give you all of my traits—the bod, the muscle, the hair, the cock—and you give me your youth. I'm eighteen again. No more creaky knees after coaching three classes a day. No more staring at these kids thinking 'what if.' I'm young. Fresh. Ready to live it all over." He stepped closer, his smaller hand pressing over Alex's much larger one, guiding it lower across the rock-hard abdominal wall that now belonged to his former student. "Feel that? Those are rock-hard abs. Were mine, but now they're yours. Worship them better like I used to in the mirror every morning."
Alex's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his fuller lips as the sensations flooded him. The golden sparkles had left faint, tingling trails across his skin, igniting every nerve ending. His shirt had already torn at the seams, earlier the buttons popping off one by one with soft ping sounds as his chest barreled outward into thick, hairy slabs of pectoral muscle. Dark curls of chest hair—Harlan's signature pelt—sprouted rapidly across the deepening cleavage between his pecs, spreading downward in a treasure trail that vanished into the waistband of shorts that were now painfully tight.
"It feels so good... Coach—FUCK, I can call you that still? Or... arghhhh shit, everything's perfect. My voice. It's so deep now. Listen to me," Alex rumbled, turning slightly to catch his reflection in the foggy locker room mirror. His face was reshaping too—jaw squaring off, cheekbones sharpening, a thick five-o'clock shadow blooming across his chin while his glasses sat comically small on his new, rugged features.
"I look like you. Exactly like you. The beard... it's coming in so thick. And my arms—jesus, they're huge!"
Harlan grinned wolfishly, his youthful cock already stirring in the loose track pants. The agreement had been crystal clear: a one-way transfer of "body traits"—muscle, masculinity, virility, presence—all flowing from teacher to student, while the teacher's mind slowly slipped and rooted into the student's youthful shell, shedding decades of wear and tear.
"Call me Harlan now, big guy. Or 'good boy', if it gets you hard. Look at you towering over me. I used to bench 350 easy. Bet you could do 400 now without breaking a sweat." He reached up, his smaller fingers tracing the torn edges of the checkered shirt that barely clung to Alex's massive torso, the fabric ripped open across the chest from the sheer explosive growth. "Smell that? That's what called manly musk. Your musk now. Post-workout, heavy balls, all the hard pheromones. I bet your pits are already soaking."
Alex lifted one massive arm without hesitation, burying his nose into the deep, hairy cavern of his armpit. The scent hit him like a drug—rich, salty, intoxicating, layered with the faint tang of the locker room and raw testosterone. His new cock surged harder in his straining blue shorts, the massive bulge tenting obscenely, a thick wet spot forming at the tip as pre-cum leaked freely.
"Mmmph—fuck yessss! It's so strong. So fucking good. I can feel my balls dropping heavier, churning already. They must be the size of eggs now." He grabbed Harlan's hand—his former hand—and pressed it firmly against the throbbing outline of his transformed manhood. "Feel it, Harlan. Your old cock. Your thick, long, veiny rod, is mine now. I want to jerk it off right here while you watch what you gave me."
Harlan moaned softly, his own smaller erection twitching as he squeezed the monstrous shaft through the fabric. The power dynamic had flipped completely, and the erotic thrill of it made his new, younger body burn with need. "That's it, Alex. Stroke it. Show me how a real man handles their cock. I wanted this youth so bad—chasing these kids around the field, knowing I couldn't keep up forever. Now I can run laps with them. Flirt. Fuck around without the back pain. But god, seeing you like this... it's hotter than I imagined, I kinda envy you. You handle it better than I was." He tugged at the remnants of the checkered shirt, peeling it further open to expose the full glory of Alex's new chest—sweat-glistened, heaving with each breath, nipples hardening into thick nubs amid the dense fur.
"Pinch those nipples. Feel how sensitive they are, make it hard. I used to edge myself for hours just playing with my tits after a heavy lift."
The bigger man obeyed with a deep, guttural chuckle, his free hand twisting one fat nipple while the other guided Harlan's palm up and down his bulging shorts.
"Haaarghhhhhh-aaahhh OH GOD, you're right! It's so fucking—ohhhhhh my—sensitive!"
The shorts were splitting further, threads popping as his quads ballooned thicker, hamstrings swelling into powerful cords, and his ass rounding out into two firm, muscular globes.
"Riiiip—there it goes. Just like in all those stories you told me about during our secret meetings. My ass... it's so tight and powerful now. Bet I could crush a watermelon between these thighs." He ground his hips forward, humping shamelessly into Harlan's grip, the wet spot spreading as more pre soaked through.
"Talk to me, Harlan. Tell me how it feels to be the little guy now. To look up at your old body and know it's mine forever."
Harlan's eyes sparkled with lust and satisfaction, his voice breathy as he dropped to his knees in front of the towering stud. "It feels freeing, big man. Liberating. I can smell your crotch from here—that heavy, musky ball sweat. My old scent, but stronger on you. Lick my lips just thinking about it." He nuzzled forward, pressing his face against the massive bulge, inhaling deeply.
"Mmmmmm, yeah. You're the teacher now in every way that matters. The students won't know the difference—reality's already shifting. They'll call you Coach Thompson. And me? Just the new transfer nerdy kid, Harlan. Ready to get fucked by the hottest guy in school." His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of the thick cockhead through the fabric. "But first... show me everything. Flex for me. Worship what you stole, Coach."
Alex threw his head back with a roar of pure masculine triumph, the sound echoing through the showers. He shrugged off the torn shirt entirely, revealing the complete masterpiece of his new body: a perfect V-taper, cobblestone abs glistening with sweat, obliques cutting sharp lines down to a waist that was still narrow but now corded with power. His blue shorts finally gave way with a loud RRRRIP, falling in tatters around his tree-trunk thighs, freeing the monstrous 10-inch cock that slapped heavily against his abs. It was uncut, veiny, with a fat, leaking head and balls like ripe plums hanging low and full.
"Look at this fucking beast! The cock, Harlan—now mine. So heavy. Ahhhh fuck yessss..." He wrapped one meaty fist around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, foreskin sliding back with a wet schlick. Precum drooled in thick ropes onto the tile floor. "Flex with me. Compare."
Harlan stood, stripping off his own top to reveal the lean, smooth torso he'd reclaimed. Side by side in the mirror, the contrast was obscene: the godlike muscle daddy on the left, and the eager young twink on the right.
"You're a fucking god, Coach. My god." They posed together—double biceps, most muscular, side chest—every movement sending fresh waves of erotic fire through Alex's veins. The nerd-turned-hunk's mind swam with new instincts: dominance, lust, the urge to breed and conquer. "I can feel your memories mixing in too. All those showers where you checked out the team. The way you dominated in the weight room. It's mine now."
Hours blurred into a haze of exploration. Alex pinned Harlan against the lockers, their bodies grinding together as the bigger man devoured his former student's—now his own—mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
"Taste how young you are," Alex growled between kisses, his deep voice commanding. "My tongue's thicker now. All of this feels so fucking right." Hands roamed everywhere—Alex's massive paws squeezing Harlan's pert ass, fingers teasing his hole while Harlan whimpered and stroked the colossal cock trapped between them.
"Gonna fuck you with this thing. Break you in with what used to be yours. Feel how it stretches you?"
"Yesssss—hmmmmm yeah fuck yes, Coach!" Harlan begged, voice cracking with youthful horniness. "Pound me. Breed me. Make me feel every inch of the power you took. I gave it willingly... for this body. For a second chance." He dropped again, swallowing as much of the massive dick as he could, gagging wetly around the girth, saliva dripping down his chin. Alex face-fucked him with controlled power, hips snapping, heavy balls slapping against Harlan's smooth chin. The sensations were overwhelming—every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through his new, hyper-sensitive nerves.
They moved to the bench, Alex lying back as Harlan straddled him, lowering himself onto the spit-slicked pole inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch.
"So biiggggg... FUCK YEAH! filling me up like I used to fill others," Harlan panted, eyes rolling back.
"Yeahhhh that's it. Ride it, kid. What a good boooyyy. Show me what that young hole can do," Alex commanded, hands gripping narrow hips and guiding the rhythm. The slap of flesh filled the room, sweat flying, musk thickening the air into a heady fog. Alex's hairy chest heaved, nipples begged for attention, and he pulled Harlan down to suck on them while thrusting upward.
The orgasm finally hit like a tidal wave.
"Gonna flood you—take my load, Harlan! My first as the new me! HAAARGHHHHHH I'M CUMMING! Ohhhh fuck! Yesssss, yessssss!" Alex roared.
Thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside, pulse after pulse, overflowing and dripping down thighs. Harlan came hands-free seconds later, painting Alex's abs with his own smaller but enthusiastic spurts. They collapsed together, panting, caressing, whispering filthy praises.
But the night was young. Alex stood, cock still half-hard and glistening, admiring his reflection once more.
"This is just the beginning. Tomorrow, I coach the team like this. Flex in the showers. Pick a favorite player to... mentor." He pulled Harlan close again. "And you'll watch. Maybe join in if you want to. The fun's just starting."
They talked for hours more—Alex exploring every new inch of muscle, every hair follicle, the weight of his heavy balls, the power in his voice as he practiced Coach's signature bellow. Harlan shared stories of his old life, teaching the new owner all the quirks, all the secret kinks. Dialogue flowed endlessly between thrusts and poses, each sentence laced with lust and wonder.
"God, my pits are so ripe already," Alex said, lifting his arm again for Harlan to bury his face in. "Lick them clean will you, my favorite student. Taste what power smells like."
Hours turned into a full erotic marathon—round two in the showers with water cascading over rippling muscle, soapy hands exploring every curve; round three bent over the bench with Alex pounding mercilessly, describing every sensation in vivid detail; round four with Harlan riding reverse cowgirl so Alex could watch his own former ass bounce. Every position, every filthy word, every flex and moan built the novel-length tapestry of their new reality.
By dawn, Alex—fully embodying the hunky PE teacher—stood tall, shorts barely containing his renewed erection, ready for his first day as the alpha of the school.
"Thanks for the gift, kid. I won't waste it."
"You're welcome, Coach."
And with that, the transformation's afterglow settled into permanent, blissful ownership.
You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.
As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.
You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.
You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.
It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.
For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.
The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.
Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.
You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.
It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.
You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!
You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.
The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’
Many thanks to my photo source for agreeing to appear in this work!
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"Sir, did you have an appointment?" Inwardly, I flinched. Externally, I needed to act like I belonged here. A little bit of bravado will go a long way, after all. I turned to face the student worker sitting at the desk I had waltzed past.
"Mike is expecting me," I said, gesturing vaguely behind me. That was a bold-faced lie, but I had at least confirmed that his Outlook calendar was open, and Teams showed him online when I left my office. It also listed him as a level two Admissions worker, so I think that meant he had his own office? I don't know how he could have arranged all of those body swaps without some sort of privacy.
Sure enough, I found him in the middle of a row of offices that were all pretty much identical. "Well, look at you. You managed to get an office with an exterior wall and everything. I'm a bit jealous. I'm here to talk about... well, us. I hope this isn't a bad time." I had gotten a rough idea of what he looked like from his company profile picture, but he was even more handsome in person.
"Kevin?" He hopped to his feet and quickly shut the door behind me. "I never wanted you to... how did you even find me? There are over 100 Michaels employed here, let alone the student population."
I smiled at him. It felt good having the upper hand, for once. "True, which is why I needed to approach this from an entirely different angle. It occurred to me that if you never told Adam about our meeting, I could use his test score to scare him into talking."
He glared at me. "Final grades were submitted weeks ago. You had no leverage over him."
"You know that. I know that. But Adam had no idea. I told him that I wouldn't pursue any sort of punishment as long as he gave me a name, and... well, here we are."
Mike let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I suppose you think that you're so damn clever."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Think it? I know it."
"Well then, Mr. Clever, how did you think this would play out? I told you, I'm only looking for hookups. Hookups that happen in bodies that are way more muscular than this one. Was I supposed to change my mind? You do a little bit of detective work, and suddenly I'm going to be yours forever?"
Out of all of the ways this scene had played out in my mind, righteous fury was definitely not one I had considered. "What? No, no, hang on. Mike, please. I'm not expecting you to be mine forever. One, the whole point of dating is just to see if we're even compatible, but more to the point... what's the point in swapping bodies if you can't have sex with multiple others? You have a gift, somehow, and I would have to be the biggest asshole to make you deny that part of yourself!" Mike started to relax his shoulders, and I took that as a sign to keep pressing.
"I'm not one of those guys who insists on monogamy. The open relationship is fine, I just… I want more than hookups. I want to come home after a rough day and know that you'll be there, waiting for me. Or at least your body. Can we… can we at least try?"
Mike just stared at me, with a stern and angry face that was weakened by his watery eyes. "I need you to understand I'm not happy with you right now. You completely ignored my thoughts and feelings because you decided that you knew better. And the only reason that I'm not telling you to get the fuck out is that my heart admits you may have a point. And as much as I want to be angry at how you violated my privacy… I was doing the same thing to your feelings when all I wanted to do was hook up."
He looked so sad that I wanted to reach out and give him a hug, but I had a feeling that if I tried, it would read as me dismissing his emotions as invalid hysterics. And that was the last thing I wanted to. I slipped my hands in my pockets, and stared at a point in the floor. "Well… then where do we go from here?"
He looked up at me, arms crossed defensively. "Let's do it this way. 7:00, the Starbucks on the edge of campus. If I show up, we'll try it your way. If I don't show up, we both agree to stop trying to pursue each other. Relationships, hookups, any of it."
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I sat there, fidgeting with the empty coffee cup in my hand as my eyes scanned the slow stream of passerby for any sign of Mike. I'd arrived at 6:45 because of who I am as a person, but at some point I was going to have to admit the possibility that he had chosen not to be here. I glanced down at my phone. 7:12. At least the shop was busy enough that none of the baristas were paying attention to him. The only thing worse than being stood up was having witnesses.
Once the clock hit 7:15, I tossed the cup in the trash and headed out the door. It stung a bit. A lot a bit, actually. 80s movies had sorely misrepresented how easy it was to get into a relationship by being your authentic self. But if he truly wasn't interested, that was his choice to make. Showing up at his apartment with a boombox wasn't going to change anything.
"And just where do you think you're going, Kevin?"
I looked up to see a shirtless man with massive shoulders staring at me from the parking lot. "How do you… Mike, is that you in there?" He just smiled in response. "Mike, what the hell! Have you been standing here the whole time? I thought you stood me up!"
He shrugged. "Well, I considered going in there to join you, but… this felt like a good way to pay you back for your little stunt earlier today. I don't want you thinking that you'll always have the upper hand. And anyway, there's only the one door. It's not like I was going to lose track of you. Now get over here," he said as he pulled me into a bear hug.
I wanted to be angry, but it was hard to stay mad as I felt the warmth of his body against my chest, the smell of sweat and tobacco assaulting my nose from his current body. "Why do I get the feeling that one of our love languages is going to be pressing the other person's buttons?"
He looked up into my eyes and tousled my hair. "You're the one who wanted a relationship. You'll have to date all of me, not just the parts of me that fit your daydream." He was right, of course. Whether that was a promise or a threat, I could not say. But I was excited for the two of us to find out. Together.
The golden sparks of residual magic still danced lazily in the air of the empty locker room, fading like dying embers as the final pulses of the ancient transfer ritual settled into their new vessels. Coach Harlan Reyes—once the undisputed king of the school's PE department, with his towering 6'3" frame packed with dense, veiny muscle, a thick pelt of dark chest hair matted across pecs that could bench-press a small car, and a heavy, swinging cock that had turned heads in every locker room shower—stood there breathing heavily.
But something was profoundly different now. His once-powerful body felt... lighter? No, not lighter.
Younger. Fresher.
"Fuck... it actually worked," the man who had been Coach Reyes rumbled in a voice that cracked slightly with youthful uncertainty, his hands—now smoother, less calloused—roaming over his own transformed physique under the blue PE jacket, which look ridiculously oversized to him now. He stared up at the once his student before him, then his palm rested hot against the ridged, sweat-slicked abs that no longer belonged to him.
"Kid... Alex... look at you. Holy shit, you're me. You're everything I was. And me? I'm... young again. The spell worked! Hahaha,"
Alex Thompson, the scrawny 18-year-old senior blinked rapidly. His heart hammered like a war drum in his newly expanded chest. The transfer had hit like a freight train of pure masculine ecstasy—every trait, every ounce of the teacher's godlike body pouring into him in a torrent of heat, stretch, and overwhelming power. His checkered shirt, once baggy and loose over narrow shoulders, now strained obscenely against deltoids that had ballooned outward like boulders. The fabric creaked audibly as his lats flared wider, his traps rising like mountains toward his thickening neck.
"C-Coach Reyes... I... I can feel it. All of it. Your strength. Your size. It's inside me now," Alex gasped, his voice extremely deep now, a resonant baritone that vibrated through his broadening ribcage. He flexed his free hand experimentally, watching thick veins snake across forearms that had been pencil-thin minutes ago. His massive chest heaving as a sudden shiver ripped through his powerful frame. His new thick cock, already straining heavily against the thin fabric of his sweat-dampened shorts, began to twitch with insistent, rhythmic pulses.
"Ohhhh God, my cock... it's throbbing so heavy down there. Like a fucking club. Does it always feel—huurghhhh—feel like this?"
The teacher—now inhabiting the lithe, youthful frame that had once been Alex's—laughed, a bright, boyish sound that echoed off the tiled walls. He ran his fingers through shorter, softer hair, feeling the absence of his former thick beard stubble. His new body was lean, wiry, with the kind of smooth, boy-next-door charm that made him look barely out of high school himself. The blue lanyard with the whistle still hung around his neck, but it felt different now. Empowering in a whole new way.
"That's the deal we made, Alex. I give you all of my traits—the bod, the muscle, the hair, the cock—and you give me your youth. I'm eighteen again. No more creaky knees after coaching three classes a day. No more staring at these kids thinking 'what if.' I'm young. Fresh. Ready to live it all over." He stepped closer, his smaller hand pressing over Alex's much larger one, guiding it lower across the rock-hard abdominal wall that now belonged to his former student. "Feel that? Those are rock-hard abs. Were mine, but now they're yours. Worship them better like I used to in the mirror every morning."
Alex's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his fuller lips as the sensations flooded him. The golden sparkles had left faint, tingling trails across his skin, igniting every nerve ending. His shirt had already torn at the seams, earlier the buttons popping off one by one with soft ping sounds as his chest barreled outward into thick, hairy slabs of pectoral muscle. Dark curls of chest hair—Harlan's signature pelt—sprouted rapidly across the deepening cleavage between his pecs, spreading downward in a treasure trail that vanished into the waistband of shorts that were now painfully tight.
"It feels so good... Coach—FUCK, I can call you that still? Or... arghhhh shit, everything's perfect. My voice. It's so deep now. Listen to me," Alex rumbled, turning slightly to catch his reflection in the foggy locker room mirror. His face was reshaping too—jaw squaring off, cheekbones sharpening, a thick five-o'clock shadow blooming across his chin while his glasses sat comically small on his new, rugged features.
"I look like you. Exactly like you. The beard... it's coming in so thick. And my arms—jesus, they're huge!"
Harlan grinned wolfishly, his youthful cock already stirring in the loose track pants. The agreement had been crystal clear: a one-way transfer of "body traits"—muscle, masculinity, virility, presence—all flowing from teacher to student, while the teacher's mind slowly slipped and rooted into the student's youthful shell, shedding decades of wear and tear.
"Call me Harlan now, big guy. Or 'good boy', if it gets you hard. Look at you towering over me. I used to bench 350 easy. Bet you could do 400 now without breaking a sweat." He reached up, his smaller fingers tracing the torn edges of the checkered shirt that barely clung to Alex's massive torso, the fabric ripped open across the chest from the sheer explosive growth. "Smell that? That's what called manly musk. Your musk now. Post-workout, heavy balls, all the hard pheromones. I bet your pits are already soaking."
Alex lifted one massive arm without hesitation, burying his nose into the deep, hairy cavern of his armpit. The scent hit him like a drug—rich, salty, intoxicating, layered with the faint tang of the locker room and raw testosterone. His new cock surged harder in his straining blue shorts, the massive bulge tenting obscenely, a thick wet spot forming at the tip as pre-cum leaked freely.
"Mmmph—fuck yessss! It's so strong. So fucking good. I can feel my balls dropping heavier, churning already. They must be the size of eggs now." He grabbed Harlan's hand—his former hand—and pressed it firmly against the throbbing outline of his transformed manhood. "Feel it, Harlan. Your old cock. Your thick, long, veiny rod, is mine now. I want to jerk it off right here while you watch what you gave me."
Harlan moaned softly, his own smaller erection twitching as he squeezed the monstrous shaft through the fabric. The power dynamic had flipped completely, and the erotic thrill of it made his new, younger body burn with need. "That's it, Alex. Stroke it. Show me how a real man handles their cock. I wanted this youth so bad—chasing these kids around the field, knowing I couldn't keep up forever. Now I can run laps with them. Flirt. Fuck around without the back pain. But god, seeing you like this... it's hotter than I imagined, I kinda envy you. You handle it better than I was." He tugged at the remnants of the checkered shirt, peeling it further open to expose the full glory of Alex's new chest—sweat-glistened, heaving with each breath, nipples hardening into thick nubs amid the dense fur.
"Pinch those nipples. Feel how sensitive they are, make it hard. I used to edge myself for hours just playing with my tits after a heavy lift."
The bigger man obeyed with a deep, guttural chuckle, his free hand twisting one fat nipple while the other guided Harlan's palm up and down his bulging shorts.
"Haaarghhhhhh-aaahhh OH GOD, you're right! It's so fucking—ohhhhhh my—sensitive!"
The shorts were splitting further, threads popping as his quads ballooned thicker, hamstrings swelling into powerful cords, and his ass rounding out into two firm, muscular globes.
"Riiiip—there it goes. Just like in all those stories you told me about during our secret meetings. My ass... it's so tight and powerful now. Bet I could crush a watermelon between these thighs." He ground his hips forward, humping shamelessly into Harlan's grip, the wet spot spreading as more pre soaked through.
"Talk to me, Harlan. Tell me how it feels to be the little guy now. To look up at your old body and know it's mine forever."
Harlan's eyes sparkled with lust and satisfaction, his voice breathy as he dropped to his knees in front of the towering stud. "It feels freeing, big man. Liberating. I can smell your crotch from here—that heavy, musky ball sweat. My old scent, but stronger on you. Lick my lips just thinking about it." He nuzzled forward, pressing his face against the massive bulge, inhaling deeply.
"Mmmmmm, yeah. You're the teacher now in every way that matters. The students won't know the difference—reality's already shifting. They'll call you Coach Thompson. And me? Just the new transfer nerdy kid, Harlan. Ready to get fucked by the hottest guy in school." His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of the thick cockhead through the fabric. "But first... show me everything. Flex for me. Worship what you stole, Coach."
Alex threw his head back with a roar of pure masculine triumph, the sound echoing through the showers. He shrugged off the torn shirt entirely, revealing the complete masterpiece of his new body: a perfect V-taper, cobblestone abs glistening with sweat, obliques cutting sharp lines down to a waist that was still narrow but now corded with power. His blue shorts finally gave way with a loud RRRRIP, falling in tatters around his tree-trunk thighs, freeing the monstrous 10-inch cock that slapped heavily against his abs. It was uncut, veiny, with a fat, leaking head and balls like ripe plums hanging low and full.
"Look at this fucking beast! The cock, Harlan—now mine. So heavy. Ahhhh fuck yessss..." He wrapped one meaty fist around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, foreskin sliding back with a wet schlick. Precum drooled in thick ropes onto the tile floor. "Flex with me. Compare."
Harlan stood, stripping off his own top to reveal the lean, smooth torso he'd reclaimed. Side by side in the mirror, the contrast was obscene: the godlike muscle daddy on the left, and the eager young twink on the right.
"You're a fucking god, Coach. My god." They posed together—double biceps, most muscular, side chest—every movement sending fresh waves of erotic fire through Alex's veins. The nerd-turned-hunk's mind swam with new instincts: dominance, lust, the urge to breed and conquer. "I can feel your memories mixing in too. All those showers where you checked out the team. The way you dominated in the weight room. It's mine now."
Hours blurred into a haze of exploration. Alex pinned Harlan against the lockers, their bodies grinding together as the bigger man devoured his former student's—now his own—mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
"Taste how young you are," Alex growled between kisses, his deep voice commanding. "My tongue's thicker now. All of this feels so fucking right." Hands roamed everywhere—Alex's massive paws squeezing Harlan's pert ass, fingers teasing his hole while Harlan whimpered and stroked the colossal cock trapped between them.
"Gonna fuck you with this thing. Break you in with what used to be yours. Feel how it stretches you?"
"Yesssss—hmmmmm yeah fuck yes, Coach!" Harlan begged, voice cracking with youthful horniness. "Pound me. Breed me. Make me feel every inch of the power you took. I gave it willingly... for this body. For a second chance." He dropped again, swallowing as much of the massive dick as he could, gagging wetly around the girth, saliva dripping down his chin. Alex face-fucked him with controlled power, hips snapping, heavy balls slapping against Harlan's smooth chin. The sensations were overwhelming—every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through his new, hyper-sensitive nerves.
They moved to the bench, Alex lying back as Harlan straddled him, lowering himself onto the spit-slicked pole inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch.
"So biiggggg... FUCK YEAH! filling me up like I used to fill others," Harlan panted, eyes rolling back.
"Yeahhhh that's it. Ride it, kid. What a good boooyyy. Show me what that young hole can do," Alex commanded, hands gripping narrow hips and guiding the rhythm. The slap of flesh filled the room, sweat flying, musk thickening the air into a heady fog. Alex's hairy chest heaved, nipples begged for attention, and he pulled Harlan down to suck on them while thrusting upward.
The orgasm finally hit like a tidal wave.
"Gonna flood you—take my load, Harlan! My first as the new me! HAAARGHHHHHH I'M CUMMING! Ohhhh fuck! Yesssss, yessssss!" Alex roared.
Thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside, pulse after pulse, overflowing and dripping down thighs. Harlan came hands-free seconds later, painting Alex's abs with his own smaller but enthusiastic spurts. They collapsed together, panting, caressing, whispering filthy praises.
But the night was young. Alex stood, cock still half-hard and glistening, admiring his reflection once more.
"This is just the beginning. Tomorrow, I coach the team like this. Flex in the showers. Pick a favorite player to... mentor." He pulled Harlan close again. "And you'll watch. Maybe join in if you want to. The fun's just starting."
They talked for hours more—Alex exploring every new inch of muscle, every hair follicle, the weight of his heavy balls, the power in his voice as he practiced Coach's signature bellow. Harlan shared stories of his old life, teaching the new owner all the quirks, all the secret kinks. Dialogue flowed endlessly between thrusts and poses, each sentence laced with lust and wonder.
"God, my pits are so ripe already," Alex said, lifting his arm again for Harlan to bury his face in. "Lick them clean will you, my favorite student. Taste what power smells like."
Hours turned into a full erotic marathon—round two in the showers with water cascading over rippling muscle, soapy hands exploring every curve; round three bent over the bench with Alex pounding mercilessly, describing every sensation in vivid detail; round four with Harlan riding reverse cowgirl so Alex could watch his own former ass bounce. Every position, every filthy word, every flex and moan built the novel-length tapestry of their new reality.
By dawn, Alex—fully embodying the hunky PE teacher—stood tall, shorts barely containing his renewed erection, ready for his first day as the alpha of the school.
"Thanks for the gift, kid. I won't waste it."
"You're welcome, Coach."
And with that, the transformation's afterglow settled into permanent, blissful ownership.
