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[writer-ofstuff]

Story commissions featuring two of the MMPR Power Rangers. Themes include muscle growth and IQ loss.

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“Ahahaha! Do you see?! I told you that my plan would work!” Rita's loud excited voice echoed through the room.

She was too busy looking through the massive telescope that was aimed at the Earth to notice Zedd's annoyance.

“Yes dear.” He said with a grumpy tone to his voice.

It was an okay plan he supposes. Just do nothing for a while, lure the rangers into a false sense of security. Then when they had their guard down, strike them while they were vulnerable. Rita continued to gloat about her grand scheme while Zedd started to tune her out. In favor of seeking the perfect monster who would handle those pesky Power Rangers.

From the information they have gathered thus far. It seemed that the Ranger team was splitting up to go out of town. No doubt thinking that Rita and Lord Zedd have gone and abandoned their plans to take over the Earth. If only those fools knew the truth.

Still, no doubt Zordon would alert them to the danger they impose when they make their move. But Zedd already had a plan for that. A jamming signal to disrupt their communications. So the Rangers who have already left Angelgrove would be oblivious to what would soon befall their helpless friends.

“Sire, it seems it's just the Blue and Black Ranger who've yet to leave.” Goldar says, bringing Zedd out of his thoughts.

“Well? What are you waiting for Bonehead?” Rita scowled ar his husband.

“Send a monster down to deal with them!” She followed with.

“I was about to!” Lord Zedd snarled in reply.

Grabbing his staff, he knew the perfect monster to deal with those two Rangers. Especially the Brainy Blue Ranger. How lucky he was one to not leave yet. Thus making it harder for Zordon and that walking tin can stop their jamming signal.

“Come forth, Bulknor!” Zedd summoned a burly sized monster, the dumbells on his back clanked as he walked.

“Yo! You summoned me, your greatness?” the brute asked, grunting as he lifted two heavy arm weights.

“I'm tasking you with a special mission.” Zedd began.

“Enough with your yapping!” Rita cut in again.

“You!” She fixated her attention on the brutish monster now.

“Get your butt down there and deal with those two Egghead Rangers before they can regroup!” Rita shouted, slamming the tip of her staff into the ground.

Her commanding tone, and fiery expression left no room for anyone to argue.

“Y-Yeah, of course your majesty!” Bulknor stammered.

The brute dropped his weights and immediately telephoned down to Earth. Leaving the villains to gather and watch as their long awaited plan had begun to unfold.

Things had been quiet for some time now. Almost too quiet. Of course Billy and the others knew that Rita and Zedd must be plotting something big. That would explain the absence of monster attacks on Angel Grove. They couldn't just continue to wait around for when they decided to initiate some new plan to take over the Earth. Zordon assures his Ranger team to go and enjoy their Spring Break.

‘If the Power Rangers are needed then rest assured we will contact you immediately.’ Billy remembers Zordon telling them.

That brings Billy to where he is now. Walking towards the bus stop with a duffle bag across his shoulder. The Blue Ranger was excited to spend a three day trip to a computer camp. It was an exclusive program that even very few students could get into. Even ones with high GPAs like Billy. It surprised him and he was excited for this opportunity he was given.

Even so, Billy was still uneasy about everyone leaving town in case the Rangers were needed. But with Zordon's assurances and Alpha urging him to accept the invitation to the program. So, with all that in mind Billy decided to go ahead and attend the program. Like Zordon mentioned, if they were needed they could easily teleport back to the command center.

It wasn't like Billy would be across the country either, but just a few towns over from Angel Grove. So he definitely could easily teleport back if he needed to. Billy stands there at the bus stop waiting for the bus. Watching as people walk by and go about their day. He checks his watch for the time when he hears a familiar voice call out his name.

Looking up to see Adam waving at him as his friend jogs up and greets him.

“Hey Billy, I thought you had already left.” Adam says.

“Oh yeah I decided to take a later bus ride. That way I had some time to swing by the command center to make sure Alpha and Zordon were all good since we were all leaving for a couple of days.” He explains.

“How about you? Weren't you guys supposed to leave last night?” He asks.

“Yeah, but my parents wanted to wait till this afternoon.”

“I'm actually headed to the store for them now to pick up a few things while they finish packing for our vacation.” Adam explained.

The two make idle talk as they wait for Billy’s bus to arrive. Adam admitted he had shared some of Billy’s apprehension about everyone leaving town even though there hadn't been any activity from Lord Zedd.

“I’m sure if they were to make a move now that Zordon will let us know immediately and we can regroup and handle it.”

Just as Billy said that the two Rangers were alerted by the sounds of people screaming. Turning their attention towards the park where groups of people were fleeing. Billy and Adam looked at one another before they both ran towards the chaos. Sure enough as the two had feared there was a monster in the park. Billy could vaguely hear the monster boasting about something. But he didn't care to try and make out what the monster was saying.

“Aw come on your lot of scaredy cats! Afraid of a bit of early morning cardio?!” The monster shouted loudly.

“That's enough!” Adam shouted back at the monster.

He and Billy drew the hefty size monster's attention from the innocent civilians.

“Well well well, I bet I know who your two nerds are!” The monster laughs.

“The name is Bulknor, but you can call me coach because I'm going to be the two of you new personal trainer who is going to whip ya both into shape!” He said matter-of-factly.

“What's he yapping about?” Adam asks Billy.

“No idea. You know how some of these monsters can be chatty.” Billy sighs.

“Right, let's get him taken care of before he hurts someone.”

Adam was about to morph right then when Billy stopped him.

“Adam, wait.” He says.

“We can't morph yet.” Billy gestures around and Adam sees how there are still some people running around as they try to get out of the park.

“We have to fight him unmorphed for now until the coast is clear.” Billy says.

“You're right. But do you think we can take him on our own?” Adam asks.

“I mean look at the size of him.”

“Between the two of us I know we can.” Billy tells him.

Adam nods, he trusts Billy. His friend has been one of the originals chosen by Zordon so he feels confident that they can handle this. Besides he would feel bad for interrupting the other’s vacation of a Meatheaded monster like the one before them.

“Yo! I'm not liking how you two Nerds are talking about me like I'm some easy pest to squash!” Bulknor stomps his foot down.

“You two Rangers want a workout then Bulknor is happy to give you both one!” Bulknor laughs as he blasts two spheres towards Billy and Adam. The spheres hit both Rangers and they're forced to grab onto them as the spheres morph into heavy hand sized dumbells.

“What the heck? Why can't I drop these?”

“I can't either!”

“You're not supposed to not until you two finish your 20 rep set. Now get to work!” Bulknor then starts to blare this loud grating music from the speakers on his shoulders. The music reminded Adam of music he would hear when the group would watch Tommy practice his martial arts at the gym.

To his surprise Adam’s body began to move. Lifting the arm weights up and down while his legs started to push up and down as well.

“I-I can't control my body!” Adam exclaims.

“I’m not able to either.” Billy chimed in.

The two were stuck doing these workout movements. Their bodies being contorted by some unseen force it would seem. Despite how their arms began to ache from the weight lifting they could stop themselves.

“Geez your posture is horrid, straighten up or I'm going to add on another twenty!” Bulknor scolded them.

Despite how badly Adam, and he knows Billy as well, wanted to defy this brute's commands. The two Rangers couldn't do anything but follow as he instructed them to do.

“Good men! Now drop the weights and give me a set of lunges! We got to work those leg muscles if we want you both to be in top shape!” Bulknor laughs as the music he bears from his speakers shifts to a new melody.

Billy and Adam drop the weights, surprised how they vanish when they hit the ground. Only for the pair to be distracted with their bodies now moving to do lunging exercises like Adam has done during baseball practice.

“We have to stop him from playing the music somehow.” Billy grunts. His body felt sore from doing these exercises.

“But how can we when we can't get near him?” Adam asks him.

Billy may be stuck doing these exercises but he was able to move his head still. Looking around the park he can see that there weren't any people around them now. Meaning it was safe for them to morph now. That is when they got the chance to.

“No talking! Bulknor's rule number 25! Save the chit chat for after the workout session slackers!” Bulknor boomed.

“For that, you two give me 50 push ups on the double!” Bulknor orders.

Billy thought quickly and pressed his communicator before he dropped to the ground.

“Zordon, we need backup quick!” He yells.

His stomach sinks when he only hears static coming from his communicator.

“Haha! Nice try Blue Ranger, but Lord Zedd and her Majesty thought this plan through and jammed your comms!” Bulknor reveals to them.

“So we don't have to worry about any party crashers interfering with our workout session.” Bulknor sounds smug as he says that.

“Ugh, what are we supposed to do now?” Adam asks.

“Our best bet is to morph when we get the chance.” Billy grunts.

“The morphing sequence and our helmets should interfere with his music for us to have enough time to blast his speakers to make them obsolete.” Billy explains to him.

It was challenging to move enough to even attempt to morph. Billy and Adam couldn't help keeping an even posture while their arms pushed them up and down from the ground. The Blue Ranger felt how his biceps were all tense.

Aching with this throbbing soreness. He was getting tired from these exercises. Yes he was a Power Ranger, but the morphing grid helped energize him when he was morphed.

Like this he didn't have the stamina, or really the upper body strength to keep these up like this. Beside him Adam was fairing the same. Sure while he did workout some thanks to playing baseball. These workouts were starting to wear him out too as they were for Billy.

“That's it, my pupils! Keep it up.”

“You two will be big, strong jocks in no time!” Bulknor boasted.

‘Is he for real?’ Billy couldn't help but think how the idea of him as a jock was jarring. Though he also found that idea to be somewhat intriguing. He couldn't explain why that was, but thinking of himself with muscles that he could show off was an arousing thought.

His cock started to throb in his pants, and for a moment he did ponder at the idea of maybe touching himself. Of course he quickly snaps himself out of such outrageous thought. Scolding himself for even having such intrusive thoughts.

‘Come on, you have to focus.’ Billy said to himself.

Bulknor continued his rambling towards the two Rangers as they came to a stop with the push ups.

“Alright you Knuckleheads take 5 and then it's on to some laps around the park!” Bulknor's voice booms over his speakers.

Just like that Billy and Adam found themselves able to regain control of their bodies movements. The two men pause for a moment to collect themselves. Adam fought back the urge himself to take his hand and rub it along his throbbing cock. He doesn't understand where this sudden spurt of lust came from.

‘Not the time or place.’ He thought.

Adam did use his hands to rub along his aching biceps immediately noticing they had more muscle tone to them. The Black Ranger was in awe, flexing and liking the way his newly formed muscles moved. Briefly lost in the moment that he almost forgot the situation he and Billy were currently in.

“Tik tok Rangers! Break is almost over with!” Bulknor reminded them.

Adam notices how Billy snaps out of his own fixated distraction. They give each other a look, matching expressions of embarrassment cross their faces while they jump into action.

“Workout time is over with Musclehead!” Adam exclaims.

“Because now it's our turn to show you an intense workout!” Billy adds.

“It's morphing time!” the two Rangers say in unison.

“Not so fast Rangers!” Bulknor laughs loudly while he hurls two objects at both men.

Instantly these strange looking headphones secure tightly around both Adam and Billy’s ears. Briefly stopping the two Rangers from morphing while they shift their focus to trying to remove the headphones.

“I can't get them off!”

“They're really stuck on me!”

“Uggh! What is this horrible racket?”

“I-I can't help but move to it.”

Billy and Adam are forced to listen to the hypnotic lull of the music playing through the headphones. The two Rangers tried their hardest to expel the noise from their heads. It was a fruitless endeavor since they soon sank into the trance. Standing there in place. Nodding their heads along and softly humming along to the music Bulknor was forcing them to listen to.

Billy tried to resist, but dammit it was like he was trying to walk through thick knee deep snow. He couldn't purge himself from the affects the melody was having on him. His self control was gone as well so he didn't even try to stop himself this time as his hand moved downward. His palm covering his crotch and gingerly he starts to massage his bulge through his jeans.

A low rumbling moan escapes from the back of his throat. The Blue Ranger’s throbbing cock starts to elongate as his erection grows in size.

Beside him Adam shook his head, the shorter man trying his hardest to stop his movements. Why should he though? When he knows that it would feel so nice to give into these temptations. His soft hand unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down enough for his crotch to be exposed. Moving on to fondling his dick and balls as they fill out the pouch of his underwear.

“That’s it, my pupils. Give into these desires.” Bulknor says to them.

Billy's mind had a moment of clarity, he stops groping himself and shakes his head. It was hard, but he knew he needed to act. He couldn't let this monster best them. With great restraint, he jars Adam to snap his friend out of his trance as well. Long enough for them to share a look before they took a familiar stance.

“It's morphing time!” He exclaims again.

This time Billy and Adam were able to activate the morphing sequence. The power of the triceratops and mastodon flows through from the morphing grid and into both men. They've experienced this power countless times. Billy especially given he was originally chosen. However this time morphing into Power Rangers felt different. The familiar boost of strength they would normally feel was there.

Something else was also blossoming through both men. Their signature Power Ranger suits formed around their bodies and their helmets hiding their identities. As the morph sequence concluded the two Rangers stood there. Something was definitely different about their transformation. The headphones Bulknor forced on them had been destroyed during their morph. However it seemed its strange effects lingered.

The way their spandex suit hugged their bodies this time felt oddly erotic in a way. Billy glances down and has to do a double take when he sees his thick erection tenting the front of his suit. His throbbing member outlining the front so it was easy for anyone to see and know the Blue Ranger had an election. Rather than feel any humiliating emotion Billy found himself enticed by this. Without any hesitation he guides his gloved hand and rubs it shamelessly along his erected cock.

“Oooh fuck!” He moans.

Billy could immediately tell his cock was a few inches longer than it normally should be. Not due to it being erected either. No, his dick had physically grown to be larger than he was used to. That was something the Blue Ranger found himself enjoying. The welcoming feelings cascading through Billy’s lower regions only enticed him from there. This new tickling feeling rippled through his balls. The Ranger bit his lip under his helmet to stifle back a moan.

With his hand still over his crotch, Billy could feel how his balls were expanding in size. Drooping just a little lower due to the increased size they grew into being.

Billy was so preoccupied with fondling himself and enjoying the new size of his genitalia to even think about paying any attention to Adam. Beside him his friend of course was experiencing something similar to him. Adam felt overcome with lust that was eating away at his rational thinking. The desires he was feeling prior to morphing seemed to be amplified now.

Leaving little willpower for Adam to even consider not indulging this time. So like Billy, Adam begins to play with his obvious erection through the front of his Ranger suit. While his cock outline wasn't as long as Billy’s. Anyone could see how Adam’s dick was more girthy compared to Billy's.

Even in their current state of mind both Rangers were able to tell how their dicks had grown to some degree. Making their genitals larger in size than they were moments ago.

“Fuck.” Adam whispers under his breath.

His body felt warm, and he found he couldn't deny how he was rather enjoying this sensation. It didn't end there like he would assume. This metamorphosis he was experiencing with his genitals evolved from just his dick getting thicker. His balls tingled and it felt like an invisible force was massaging them. As if this feeling was coaxing them to grow in size. Looking down Adam could see his balls have swelled to a slightly larger size than they had been. They felt heavy, and their outline bulged against the spandex of his suit.

Cupping his hand over them he could see his hand could barely cover his enlarged dick and balls now. Something the Black Ranger grinned at the realization. Neither he nor Billy wondered what was befalling them. Really the only thing they were fixated on was themselves. Until they turned their attention towards each other.

Immediately Billy and Adam took a moment to look each other over. Their gazes both lingering on the other man's newly enlarged bulges. A moment later they're stepping into each other's personal space.

“You've been hiding this from me all this time Adam?” Billy asks.

His tone of voice was low and flirty, Adam chuckled and moved his hand up closer. Ghosting his palm along the front of Billy’s hard on.

“I was about to say the same for you, Cranston.” Adam says.

While they stood there admiring one another their heads leaned closer. The bottom section of their helmets slowly break away. Fading into nothing to leave the lower part of their faces partially exposed. Allowing the two Power Rangers to press their lips together. Soft moans escape them as the two men stand there and kiss. Billy's hands move and grab ahold of Adam's waist to pull him closer.

While Adam's hands rest against Billy's chest. Adam’s soft touch rubbed along Billy’s pectorals. The Black Ranger felt under his palms he could feel Billy’s pecs were expanding in size. Of course he was so fixated on how good it felt to kiss his friend that he didn't think to pull away to confirm this thought.

It became especially distracting for the shorter man when Billy licked his tongue into Adam’s mouth. Earning a deeper moan from the Black Ranger as he bucks his hips forward. Grinding his crotch against Billy’s front. The two Power Rangers falling further into their lustful hazes. The two Rangers went as far as to forget they weren't alone.

Bulknor stood on the sidelines watching eagerly the show the two Rangers were putting on for him. He knew to stay silent for now to observe what they'll do to each other. He knew he had a hand in this and that it was working far better than he could have anticipated. His influence he had over them as the two men morphed no doubt caused a reaction from the morphing grid. Thus creating the scene before him.

His curiosity grows from there when Bulknor takes notice as the two Power Rangers continue to indulge in their lustful desires. Their suits seemed to be reforming on them. The Blue Ranger’s spandex pants legs shrink up past his knees. It didn't stop their ad the pants lost more material and reformed around the Blue Range’s crotch until he wore what looked to he blue spandex speedo. The triceratops power symbol forming in the pouch of the new speedo.

The torso section of his suit quickly followed along and changed appearance. Not as drastic as the pants portion, but the top lost the sleeves so Billy’s arms were left exposed. The size of it shrunk around the Blue Ranger's torso so it looked like a sleeveless muscle shirt now rather than a Power Ranger suit.

It wasn't just Billy’s suit to be changed either. Of course Adam’s wasn't far behind as the Black Ranger’s pants shrunk down and remolded into something far more revealing than Billy’s. Adam’s pants had been converted into a black jock strap with a few smaller white diamond patterns along the spandex. The mastodon power symbol faded from the front of his suit. Only to reappear on the front pouch of Adam’s new jockstrap.

With that Adam’s top potion of his suit shrank upwards. Material fading as the sleeves trimmed down to stop around Adam’s biceps. Giving Adam a cut crop tip paired with his jock. Even the gloves and boots of their suit weren't spared from the changes to their power suits. Billy's gloves receded down to stop just past his palms while the white boots he wore shifted down to look like white steel toe boots. Adam's gloves reformed around his hands into white fingerless gloves. The boots to his suit shrunk and shifted to become white sneakers now to help compliment his revealing jock-like attire.

Bulknor shifted his attention between both men and as he observed them his arousal towards them only grew from there. How he wanted to see these two hot Rangers further given into their corruption. Wondering just how far they'll fall from being the do-gooder Power Rangers, and into something much more.

Billy doesn't want to break the kiss since he enjoys kissing Adam, but when he feels a breeze he realizes how something is off. He and Adam break apart at the same time and step a few paces from each other. They immediately look over themselves and see how drastic their Ranger suits have become.

“Dude! What the hell happened?!” Adam exclaims, trying to use his hands to cover himself up.

“I-I don't know!” Billy stammers, his face under his helmet was bright red.

He's glad they at least had their helmets that concealed their faces so no one could see their true identity. That didn't stop him though from the humiliation he felt over wearing something like this.

“Aww, no need to be so modest Rangers! You should feel proud to show off those assets of yours!” Bulknor laughs.

Billy and Adam turned their attention to the monster. No doubt this must have been his doing.

“I've about had it with this guy.” Adam says.

“Let's defeat him and hopefully get this craziness to stop.” Billy added.

The two Rangers took charge, rushing together towards Bulknor. The fight goes not as the two Power Rangers could have anticipated. Between the two of them they assumed they would at least be able to hold their own against the monster. However, Bulknor was able to block or tank their punches and kicks. They too evaded and took the monster's blows. But when he blasted them with his speakers, it knocked the pair over. Damaging the both of them so they were left groaning on the ground.

“Is this all Angel Groves great heroes can do?” Bulknor taunts.

“Truly pathetic! It's a wonder how you two have managed to hold your own against Lord Rita and Zedd.” Bulknor rambles on.

He moves and lands two powerful punches on both Adam and Billy. Knocking the two Rangers backwards.

“Dammit, he's too strong.” Billy says, frustrated over this whole thing.

“We got to try and see if we can get some sort of signal out to the others.” Adam says.

He messes with his communicator and for a moment it beeps as if it was about to receive a signal before it quickly silences. Alpha and Zordoh must be working to get the signal un-jammed back at the command center. The two Rangers hope that they're able to also reach Tommy and the others so they can return to Angel Grove and aid them.

“No outside interference, that's a foul for you both!” Bulknor blasts both Rangers with a blast from his speakers.

“Now you two are going to face punishment from your coach.” Bulknor moves so he's now towering over both Rangers as they lay at his feet.

“Watching you two get all slutty was a big turn on.” Bulknor chuckles.

“So who wants first dibs on pleasuring the Mighty Bulknor?” He then asks them.

“You, Blue Ranger.” Bulknor grabs hold of Billy and lifts him to his feet.

“Congrats handsome, you're up first Brainiaic.”

Billy swallows, licking his lips. He wanted to retaliate and land a hit on Bulknor now while his guard was down. But something shifted, he was starting to feel those aroused feelings like he did earlier. He wanted to deny them, but against his better judgment he didn't. Instead he allowed Bulknor to take control. Those strong hands were surprisingly gentle when Bulknor was massaging his ass. Before he flipped Billy around and tugged his shorts down to reveal Billy's bare cheeks.

“I'm going to enjoy making you beg Ranger.” Bulknor bellowed.

Billy was then met with the feeling of a slicked up cock pushing between his ass cheeks. Billy gasps, body shuddering before a low moaning slips from his lips. Bulknor took it slow to begin with. Slowly pushing his thick cock to an extent before pulling it out and then thrusting it back in. Building up a steady rhythm with every other thrust.

Billy's soft moans grew louder as the thrusts became more intense. A part of Billy was berating himself for allowing himself to be fucked by a monster. He should be fighting the villain and defeating him. Not letting him dominate him by fucking his virgin ass like he currently was. It felt too good to deny himself this though that Billy shoved out any rational thoughts his mind dwelled on. In favor of begging to be fucked harder, finding how he desperately wants to feel every inch of Bulknor's cock inside of him.

Billy had a barrage of thoughts go through his mind, yet he did nothing to even attempt to stop this. The way his body shuddered with want, it was a sensation he wanted to explore.

“Come on, more, please!” Billy blurts out. His hand moved to fist around his exposed cock.

He grips his dick in his palm, jerking himself off while Bulknor fucks him.

“Fuck, it's like you were made to be my bottom whore.” Bulknor chuckled.

His hand moved from where he had it resting on Billy's waist to give his ass a playful slap. A dumb smile tugs on Billy's lips. His mind grew hazy as his lust consumed him. He felt funny, wondering why he was ever so opposed to this. Shamelessly he begs for more. Becoming more vocal and demanding the closer he got to his climax.

“Bro I want to feel you unload inside me!” Billy grunted.

His high intellect that Billy prided himself with diminished significantly thanks to Bulknor's power filling inside him. The spurts of precum that were absorbed through his ass helped to dumb down the Blue Ranger. Further molding him into what Bulknor set out to do to the Power Rangers.

With a shout Billy couldn't contain himself anymore. With one more flick of his wrist he unleashes thick ropes of cum that spray all over his torso. Seconds later Bulknor thrusts his hips once more, pushing his entire shaft into Billy's overstretched hole. His orgasm fills the Blue Ranger. Flooding his insides with the corrupted seed of the monster. Forever solidifying Billy's change into this dumber jock version of himself.

Adam stood there frozen in place. His eyes were wide with shock behind his helmet's visor.

‘This, this couldn't be real could it?’ Surely it couldn't be.

There was no way Billy would allow himself to be influenced like that right? Adam wanted to run, his legs even twitch from the urge to just sprint away to get reinforcements. Yet he remained frozen in place and just continued to spectate.

How pathetic was he? He was a Power Ranger and yet he just stood there. Even when Billy had been taken and was being fucked by this monster he did nothing to help his friend. He just watched with a stupid fucking boner like some pervert, and now with Billy's mannerisms and how he was towards Bulknor it appeared his friend had been corrupted.

“Don't look so jealous bro!” Billy exclaims with a wide grin.

“You can have your turn now, or maybe I'll have some fun with you myself little dude.” Billu flexes both his biceps as he speaks.

Adam was too taken aback to say anything right away, but he did manage to find his footing. Taking a step back to try and put some distance between himself and the two in front of him. He tries to think of what to do. Does he fight? If he can't rub, how would he be able to fight? Let alone two on one, and one of them being his friend.

This whole thing was a scrambled mess. Adam snaps out of his dilemma when Billy approaches him.

“Adam, bro.” He places his strong hand on the smaller man's shoulder.

“Take it from an ex nerd, you're thinking too much into this shit.” Billy goes on to say.

Adam was silent, Billy truly was like an alter ego of himself that he could barely recognize the man in front of him.

“So do your buddy Billy a favor and shut your brain off and just go with the flow man.” He smiles.

“Also, you got to let me see that monster cock of yours. Okay bro?”

“Enough!” Adam snaps, pushing himself away from Billy.

“This isn't you Billy!” He protests.

“Come on, you can't let this Monstrous Brute win! I know that the old you is in there still.” Adam pleads to his friend. In hope to get him to come to his senses.

Adam was soon proven how wrong he was as Billy sighs, grabs him and slings him towards Bulknor.

“Work your magic on my best bro dude will ya?”

“Poor guy should see how amazing this is.”

Adam is gripped by Bulknor, the Black Ranger tries to get himself out of the monster's hold. But he stops when he feels a hand rubbing along his bulge. He shivers, closing his eyes and for a moment found himself lost in the sensation he felt rippling through him. It was strange how quickly a switch flipped in his head and most of his resistance just crumbled away into practically nothing.

“Don't.” He muttered, with no real conviction behind the word.

“Easy, soon you'll be happy and horny just like your friend.” Bulknor pulls him closer.

“Isn't that what you want? To be happy, dumb, and hot? To be free of the shackles of responsibility from saving these ungrateful humans?” Bulknor goes on.

“Trust me Adam this is for your own good bro.” Billy tells him.

The Blue Ranger joins in, sandwiching Adam between himself and the monster. Adam wanted to continue to protest, but the hands he felt rubbing his body was too distracting. It didn't take much more convincing from there before Adam allowed himself to be bent over. His mouth wrapped around Billy’s long, veiny cock.

He takes a moment to tease it, licking a long stripe from the base of Billy’s shaft all the way back to the tip. Before he wraps his lips around the mushroom shaped dickhead. Bobbing his head up and down, cheeks hollowing as he sucks his friend off. His hand comes up to grab Billy’s balls, gingerly massaging them in his palm while he sucks.

Behind him he felt Bulknor had begun to tease Adam’s tight hole. The monster’s thick finger thrusting in and out slowly. Working the entrance enough to better prepare Adam to take every inch of him. Adam found himself getting lost in the lust of being used like this. He couldn't imagine something like this would be so hot, and would make him feel this good. It left him wanting more, no, not wanting, he needed more.

Billy's hands jar him from his thoughts, looking up at Billy while he still had his friend's dick in his mouth. Billy grins down at him, holding Adam's head and making Adam's movements stop. That was then Billy trusted forward, plunging his cock deep into the smaller man's throat. He rolled his hips back and then thrusted forward again. Billy taking full control now and face fucking Adam while Bulknor fucked him from behind.

“Yeah! Yeah! Take it all bro!” Billy was very vocal as he face fucked his friend.

His movements quickened and Adam's jaw started to ache a little from being fucked.

‘So worth it.’ He thought.

Bulknor's grip on Adam's waist got tighter and his movements too picked up. It wasn't long before both man and monster were fucking Adam hard. Every thrust he felt and spurt of precum that leaks into him drove Adam further over the edge. His eyes crossed as a deep moan vibrated from the back of his throat. While his mouth and ass were both fucked, Adam's cock pulsated. His balls churn and a dull ache flows through them. He can feel his orgasm building up and he was desperate to experience it.

He didn't have to wait for long. Because Billy releases a low boastful groan. Bucking his hips forward once more so his shaft was completely inside of Adam's mouth. His load filled his friend's mouth. So much of his seed flowed into Adam's mouth the Black Ranger had some dripping down the sides of his mouth.

Bulknor too quickly approached his limits. Growling as his hold on Adam got tighter. The monster slams once more so he fills Adam's ass with his seed. Experiencing such intense and arousing climaxes pushed Adam over the edge. The corrupted seed flowing through his body now helped to alter Adam's body and mind.

Without even touching himself ropes of cum gush from Adam's uncut dickhead. Painting his stomach and part of his torso in his sticky seed. With his orgasm he expelled a lot of his intelligence like Billy. His mindset quickly adapted to this more simplistic mind. So as Billy and Bulknor pulled themselves out of Adam's holes he allowed himself to fall back and be held up by the hulking monster.

“That was fucking amazing dudes.” He says dumbly.

“I told you bro.” Billy says eagerly high fiving his best bro.

“Now that you two have finally seen things my way, why don't you two help me show your other Ranger friends how freeing it is to be dumb jocks like you two.”

“I know Lord Zedd would enjoy having a team of Power Ranger jocks serving him.” Bulknor finishes saying.

“Yes sir, Coach Bulknor!” Adam and Billy say without hesitation. Eager to be joined by their best bros so they can be just like them.

Across the park hidden behind a few trees a camera zooms in on the scene that had just unfolded. The camera then pans to a handsome man in his late twenties dressed in a suit.

“This is Carlos Rodgers reporting here at the Angel Grove Park where we just witnessed the Black and Blue Power Ranger be seduced and corrupted by a monster.” Tony swallows, hoping that his camera man Tony doesn't show Carlos’ bulge through his dress pants.

“We don't know if this is a temporary effect or not, we will bring you more as the story develops.” Carlos lowers his microphone and steps back to observe more of the two Rangers and the Monster.

“Dude, that was pretty graphic. How are we going to be allowed to air this on TV?” Tony asks.

“This is a big scoop Tony, we have to get this story out now so people of Angel Grove are aware of what has transpired.”

Carlos ran his hand through his hair, how badly he wanted to stay and observe more of whatever that is. He thought he would get to see the two Power Rangers take down a monster. Never could he dream of what he saw being what played out. Especially with how aroused it made even him to watch it all unfold.

He couldn't linger around here though. This story would no doubt put him on the map. He needed to get it out there immediately so everyone in Angel Grove, no, the world can see this.

[idesofrevolution]

Father

Dad had been acting strange for quite some time. Honestly, it wasn't that noticeable in the beginning, which I suppose made it difficult to pinpoint when things started to change. I only started to notice maybe seven months or so ago after he turned down the daily Budweiser. Patrick O'Shaughnessy turning down his biggest vice? I knew something was off right then and there as he sat there, smiling at me from his armchair with the game on in the background: red flag number two, my stepfather had NEVER been a sports guy. Binging Fox News while fingering pudding cups, sure; but actually knowing what was happening in a football game?

I'd originally thought he'd perhaps found a side girl to cheat on my mom with. It was far from outside of his character to do something like that, if he'd ever be able to get his nasty ass out of the recliner for ten fucking minutes... He'd gotten too comfortable in his laziness. When my mom married him a year ago, he was already a piece of shit lardass who refused to do a single thing around the house, refused to work a normal job (he was waiting for a management position apparently), and above all refused to acknowledge me whatsoever. He was rude, crass, could never even so much as break a smile at me. And there, in that moment as his eyes made contact with mine and his lips curled into a smile, I knew something was wrong.

"What, no beer burps for me today?" I scowled at him, raising my eyebrow in a malicious curiosity.

"Nahh little man, I'm trying to cut down." Little man? He'd never gotten my name right let alone given me a nickname... We did not have that kind of relationship, at least one that would have an affectionate nickname for one another. "Say, I'm hittin' the gym in a couple minutes. Whaddya say you come along?"

"You're... you're going to the gym? Really?" I sat there slackjawed. Something was indeed off. What it was, I couldn't exactly tell. Nothing outside of his UberEats order would ever get Patrick out of the chair. He laughed at me, gripping his sizeable paunch beneath his stained tee shirt.

"You bet, bud. High time I set an example for my boy. How's he gonna respect a couch potato loser? You should come along. Nothin' like a father and son spending time together, especially in the gym. Get the boys lookin', right?" He stood up from his chair, grabbing his keys off the kitchen countertop as he headed toward his car. I, on the other hand, stood there with tunnel vision. Patrick was not the most supportive parent when it came to... well, anything. But the biggest bone of contention was me coming out to them last year. It was the biggest hullabaloo, Oscar worthy. Thrown glasses, flipped chairs, disownment, threats of eviction... the only thing that kept me in the house was my mother putting her foot down. It wasn't a big deal for her, but for him... I was the biggest embarrassment on the planet. What would Tucker Carlson think?

Yet as I stood there, staring at the cigarette-stained wall, my brain couldn't process what I'd just heard. 'Get the boys lookin' he said... As if he were trying to play wing man for me... What the fuck was happening? My heart fluttered the moment his words sank in, that was pride. It was something neither my father nor my stepdad ever had the courtesy of giving me. My walls were up, and I was beyond skeptical, so for my own peace of mind I had decided then and there to investigate.

From that day on, the moment I came home from school, I was spying. While most of my friends were trying to enjoy their senior year, going to parties or getting ready for college, I was at home peering behind corners at my stepfather. Over the first few months I watched with complete disbelief at the changes. Every single day, I'd come home, and he'd be on his way out to the gym. The normal scowl he'd gift me upon my entry was replaced with jovial smiles and hair ruffling as he schlepped his gym bag over his shoulder out the door. He'd be gone for two or three hours at least, and come home just before dinner dripping in buckets of sweat. I'd begun to avoid driving his car, as the stink of his sweat had completely inundated the fabric of the seats. He'd toss his bag on the floor by my book bag (gross), and plop down at the dinner table where he would ask genuinely about my day or sweetly flirt with my mom while winking at me. I still wasn't convinced. He kept asking me nearly every day if I'd come to the gym with him, if we could go shoot hoops at the park across the street, or if I'd play FIFA with him. Each time I'd shoot him down, he'd have a momentary break in that happy facade of his, as if it were hurting him I wasn't spending time with him.

Within five months or so, he was nearly unrecognizable. I guess protein shakes & a low carb diet really works on a guy: he'd lost nearly 70 pounds and gained about 20 in muscle alone. He'd struck up friendships with my school's wrestling coach and a couple of the neighbors, and we were finding ourselves invited to barbecues and block parties for the first time. I had to endure little hallway chats with Coach Weston about joining the wrestling team, as he was in talks with the school district about bringing my stepdad on as assistant coach. It was bizarre to me for many reasons, but one stood out above all: Patrick was never a wrestler. Not in college, not in high school, my mom even confirmed it one night at dinner. He'd brush it off as if it were something fun he were doing with 'Dane', which in and of itself was weird to hear the coach's first name used at all at home.

Sleep was getting difficult. My mind ran at a thousand miles an hour, but now he and mom had begun to fuck like rabbits. Loud, hard sex almost every other night with their bed slamming against my bedroom wall for hours. Mom of course was radiant at that point. The years of one piece of shit husband being a complete and total asshole, replaced by another piece of shit husband treating her like garbage melted away in the course of a couple of months of Patrick being a strangely brilliant partner. He'd started to cook us meals, he'd started to do the yardwork, he'd even fixed things around the house that had been broken for years. Sure, the sex seemed to help, but as she would say: "He's lessened my load so much, Jonas. I wish you'd give him a chance."

Sure, he was treating my mom well and that was a good enough reason for me to like him. Was it enough to trust him? No. I'd still turn down every single request to spend time alone with him. No gym. No basketball court. No gaming. Though, in one single concession for my mom's sake, I begrudgingly agreed to let him drive me to school in the morning. That one decision is what truly changed my life forever. I went to bed that night, putting on my earbuds to drown out their disgusting sex in the next room, less than eager for the fifteen minute drive the next day.

Thus, on that warm April day, my morning began as normal. Shower, dress, drink my morning smoothie, grab my bag, and walk out the door. It wasn't long before I was greeted by his chipper, dim witted voice shattering my peaceful morning.

"Ayy little man!" I sighed, turning toward the garage, where there he stood: shirtless and dripping sweat from his chiseled body. As a gay guy, I have to admit, it was hard not to stare. He had become quite a sight to behold. The other moms in the neighborhood certainly would sit and stare at him on his morning runs, even a couple of the dads as well, and now I sat there oogling the ripped, gleaming body he'd built.

"Hey, Patrick. Do you need to shower? I have to get going, but I can catch the bus if there's not enough time?" In my head, I was praying to God that he'd just hop in the shower he never seemed to take and I could go on my merry way. Though, no such luck.

"Nah, man! It's all good. I promised you I'd take you to school, so hop in the car!" I sighed, turning to his 1998 Mustang with a shiver cascading down my spine.

"Sure, Patrick." I dragged my feet headed toward his car. Opening the door, the humid, musky air within poured out of the car, punching me in the face with his scent. Imagine a noxious waft of butter, blue cheese, saltwater, and feet just drowning you. That was the stink that swamped his car, and him for that matter. I took one final breath of fresh air before I sat in the car and closed the door. He wasn't far behind, not even bothering to put a shirt on as he hopped in beside me.

"Alright! Let's get goin' bud!" He turned the key and the car roared to life. I sighed, thankful it was only fifteen minutes. As we pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, I turned on the radio, hoping to dissuade him from making some puerile small talk. We sat there in silence for a moment, before hitting the main road. "You know what, bud?" He turned to me, looking me up and down before rolling up the windows and turning off the radio. "Ahhh fuck it. We're playing hooky today."

"Wait, what?" I had no time to protest, before he turned onto the main road, but in the opposite direction from the school. "Patrick, I'm not playing hooky. I have to go to school." He laughed, ruffling my hair yet again.

"You gotta stop callin' me Patrick, Jonas. I don't have to be dad if you don't want, but Patrick is so... not me. Just call me Pat."

"Okay, PAT. I'm going to school." He turned to me, and his smile faded, letting out a solid sigh that would put mine to shame. He pulled over onto the shoulder, and put the car in park.

"Listen. I know you don't like me. I know you don't trust me, and I get it. I made a lot of changes to him very quickly, and it's hard to keep up." Him? Why did he say it like that? "I'd been watching you just suffer endlessly for years, man. All the time. I just wanted you to have a good role model for once. A man you could lean on, and not some shitty lard who talks bad to ya."

"What the fuck are you on about?" My patience had worn too thin for my calm veneer to bear. He turned the key, and the engine quickly died.

"C'mon bro. You know something's different about him, right? I know you've been watchin' me like a hawk. Think I haven't noticed you watchin' me from around the hall corner? You think I don't know you're creepin' while I beat one out huffin' my strap? I know, dude. I've always known. C'mon, man." Pat threw his hands in the air in frustration, the first time since his attitude adjustment that I'd seen anything like it. But, this was different. It wasn't rage, it was exasperation.

"Okay, Pat. So you saw me watching you. Can you please tell me what the fuck is going on now?" He slowly rested his sweaty head against the headrest, and sighed. Then, a chuckle. Then another, until he was full on laughing. "What!?"

"Ahhh, man. I never thought I'd see the day you'd man up and come to. Yeah, Jonas. I can tell you what the fuck is going on." I sat back, confounded- even more so than before. "My name was Matt Wilde. Way back in the day, I used to wrestle for Palm Heights High. Was pretty damn good at it too, but one day I got pinned just a little too hard and poof."

"Matt Laurent? What the fuck are you talking about, Pat? Are you high?" His dumb laugh threw him back in the seat.

"Nah, I finished that joint earlier, man. Stone sober now. But, safe to say for the past 50 years I've been just hoppin' body to body. Started with a couple of my teammates just so I could finish out the years, wrestle a bit more. Got bored, hung around the gym, in and out of some lug heads. Did a stint in some Libertines, that was fun as fuck. But man, I saw you sulkin' around the school for the past three years and thought, damn that kid looks sad. So, I may have eavesdropped a bit, maybe caught a bit about your dead beat, piece of shit dad; then right after he ditches, Mom lands this fuckin' winner." He slapped his chest, little droplets of his sweat landing on my bewildered face. "Oh shit, my bad." I sat there, slackjawed, completely disoriented as he dumbly wiped his sweat off my nose and cheek.

"You... you're dead?" He snapped his fingers, winking and smirking at me.

"Bingo, bud. Right on the money. I was like, I'm in a very unique situation here to fuckin' do something this. So, I slipped into this dumbass and just stuck around. Did the work. Tried, emphasis on TRIED, to be like the Dad I had and that you deserve, ya know? Haven't made it fuckin' easy, but... ahhh. That's parenthood, am I right?" I scoffed, he must have taken some damn good drugs. I was convinced. There was no way!

"Okay, then. MATT. So, if you're some dead jock bro possessing Pat, where the fuck is he?" He pondered for a moment in silence, shrugging his shoulders.

"I think he's gone, bro. I haven't stayed in a dude this long, I used to hear him bitchin' and moanin' all the time, but he went silent a couple of weeks ago." Fuck, I wish that were true. I had to admit, even if only in my mind, this Matt-Patrick was lightyears better than Patrick Patrick. Sure, he was dumb, he was every stereotype dudebro in the book, he smelled like he bathed in sweat baths... But, for the first time in my life, he wanted to be around me. He wanted to spend time with me. He made an effort. He... liked me. The mental gymnastics needed to make sense of the situation was growing too monumental to comprehend, but in that moment as he sat there with his dumb fucking grin on his face as if I was going to just completely buy it, I started to hope it was true.

"So, what now, Matt? Are you just gonna keep fucking my mom and prentending to be my Dad for the rest of your life? Or are you gonna hop out and ditch us?" He raised his eyebrow in genuine confusion.

"I mean, yeah that was the plan. One, your mom is fuckin' hot and she's better than any girl I've ever been with. Two, I kinda like our little family. Three, I ain't ditchin' ya, bro. You had enough of that shit for one lifetime. Besides, I gotta get you to chill the fuck out one way or another, so I was hoping we could give it a shot. Like I've been beggin' man." 'Matt' put his hands together as if praying, pleading to me. I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing. It's better than coming home every day to spy on him, and it's way better than being the sad wallflower all the fucking time. Besides, those dumb fucking puppy dog eyes...

"You know what? Sure, Matt. What did you have in mind?" I could barely finish my sentence before he'd twisted the key and slammed on the gas. The man drove like a bat out of hell through town, hooting and hollering in victory as if he'd won a match.

"Hell fuckin' yeah, man! Dude we're gonna be so tight, it's gonna be awesome. You're gonna be so fuckin' sexy, the dudes are gonna be on their knees by the time we're done! Slobberin' on that dick like SLURPEDY SLURP! WOO!" So fuckin' dumb. Dumb as a box of rocks. But I couldn't help but crack a smile as he swerved left and right, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Let's get you sweatin' man. We can get you pumpin' iron, playin' ball... I'm burning everything you got in your closet, bro. Nobody wants polos and button ups, man. Gettin' you some J's, some good jocks. Oh, how do you feel about chains?"

"Matt, dude. I'm not like you. That's all well and good for you, but I can't pull that shit off..." He slammed on the brakes and a cavalcade of horns from behind us rang out like a brass band. Matt whipped his gaze to me in shock.

"Don't say that, bro! You could be a bona fide stud! Look at you, man!" A couple of hard slaps against my bony chest and a harsh wheeze later, perhaps it sank in a bit. "Aight, well we have some work to do. I mean, if you're up for it." He smirked at me, lifting up those massive arms and flexing. His veins bulged from his massive bicep, the wet hairs in his ripe pits wafted that pungent scent I'd regrettably started to secretly love... Yeah, maybe I did want it.

"I don't know how, man. If I were like you, I bet I could." As if a cartoon lightbulb flickered to life above his head, I saw the spark of inspiration hit him like a sack of bricks. That stupid smirk grew into a wide, toothy grin.

"Aight, bro. Haven't tried this before, but I'll give it a go." He clapped his hands together, rubbing them gently. "I saw Jimmy Morales do this once when he needed a spotter. Gotta ask, though. You trust me, right?" I sat there and wondered if I did. I'd pretended up until this point that I believed every word that had come out of his mouth. This insane, psychotic story. It was nuts. It was crazy. But that little voice in the back of my head, deep down in the dark recesses of my brain decided to finally speak up.

"Yeah, Matt. I trust you."

"ALRIGHT! Fuck yeah, man. Oh shit, this is gonna be great! Okay, so don't freak out, just trust me and let it happen, okay? It doesn't hurt, the dudes usually bust a nut after it's all over." I heard a squelching rumble from in his stomach: wet, guttural, as if he were getting ready to vomit. Which became more and more likely as I saw a lump start to make it's way up his throat.

"Matt..." His body began to shudder and quake, his veins bulging and head thrashing from side to side. Then, from between his lips, a glowing blue vapor began to slip out. It was tiny at first, a little tail whipping about, before more and more of it started to bellow out of his mouth. Slick, bulbous, translucent. I had mere seconds of watching it slither out before it darted right into my own slack jaw. It squirmed as it wriggled from his body into mine, slurping deep into my bulging stomach. The feeling of fullness overtook me, watching more and more of the rubbery thing enter me, squeezing into every available inch within me, and he was right: it felt good. It felt like an eternity, but in reality it was just moments. The last of suctioned into me, and the world went black.

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I woke the next morning in my bed. Shooting straight upright in a puddle of sweat. I rubbed my hands on my face, running my fingers through my drenched hair. What a fuckin' dream. I groaned as doubled over in pain. I felt like I was hit by a train. Everything hurt, a soreness unlike anything I'd ever experienced before radiated from every fiber of my being. Then, a soft caress of the nostril. Salty, buttery, funky... I raised my arm, finding the culprit immediately.

"Fuck!" I spat out, before taking a deep breath, another hit. "Fuuuuck..." Another inhale, a familiar stink, a comforting stink. What started as gentle whiffs quickly turned into full on huffing. I buried my nose in my pit, letting the wet jungle lather my face in my own sweat.

"Morning, bro. Good shit, ain't it?" The words echoed in my head, a soft, rippling little voice from within my brain. I should have been alarmed, terrified, even. But no, the words felt like gospel to me. "We really went to town yesterday, man. I had you liftin' like an Olympian. Take it easy. Here, I'll be right there, I got just the thing for it!" My hands started to drift southward, beneath the waistband of the teal sweats I didn't own... Were they... Pats? The door to my room burst open mid-huff, and in walked the hulking tower himself with a tray in hand.

"Goooood Morning, Kiddo! I made ya a protein shake, good recovery breakfast after a workout sesh like we had! Oh, your Mom made eggs!" He walked over to the side of my bed, kicking the Jordans I'd borrowed from him to the side. Wait, when did I do that? "Eat up, champ. Those 'ceps aren't gonna feed themselves!" Slamming the tray down onto my thighs, I let out a groan of pain.

"Pat? Dude, I had the weirdest dream." Dude? I never say dude. I cupped my hand, slick with sweat and pre over my mouth, aghast at the words coming out of my mouth. Pat smiled, grabbing the shake and handing it to me. "Drink up, my dude. For real, you're gonna be in a world of hurt otherwise." The voice boomed in my head, HIS voice. But his lips hadn't moved an inch. "Pat..." I ripped the sheets off of me, sure enough, I was sporting his nasty sweatpants & drenched socks. Cupping my manhood was most definitely his grimy jockstrap. "Hey, if we were gonna have the best workout, I had to be comfortable, bro! I knew you'd get it, though." I looked at him, a tight lipped smile, as if he were proving to me he weren't talking to me. "Feels good, right! I told ya! Just think, bro. With a half of me in there, you're gonna be unstoppable." I smiled. A genuine fuckin' smile, for the first time in as long as I could remember. I watched as my hand gripped the shake, bringing it to my lips of it's own accord. Downing the vanilla shake, our eyes met, and I understood completely. Matt winked at me, ruffling my hair, and sauntered back out of the door.

I leaned back in my bed, throwing my arm behind my head. The musk drifting from my pits and feet, identical to my dad's. Smirking, I let my fingers drift down to my growing meat in its slimy pouch, knowing fully well that I was in damn fine hands.

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So that brings us to today, I guess! One year to the day. One full year since I finally let Dad in. 'Pat' sure did join the wrestling team as assistant coach, bringing his son in tow, eager to finish my senior year with at least a title. Thanks to him, I made varsity after the first fuckin' tryout. Can't say it was all me, all the time, but after a while it was. Honestly, it all started to blend together. Me at the wheel, him at the wheel, soon it sort of blurred and it was just me. That last semester was the best of my whole fucking life. Parties, bodybuilding, skating with the boys, fuckin' the boys... Shit, it was the time of my fuckin' life.

And after every day at school, or at least after every post-practice locker room blow job, I couldn't wait to get home and smash some Call of Duty with the old man. Mom would always come in, making comments on how we seemed as if I'd become a mini-Pat. Finishing eachother's sentences, drinking the same beer, wearing the same kind of clothes... she'd always put our sneaks outside the garage door, "they even stank the same." Little did she know just how much of the same person we really were.

I've decided to stick around the house for a year or so before maybe headed to college. I don't know, family is here, friends are here, Coach Weston should be retiring in a year or two... so there should be an opening for a new assistant coach on the wrestling team. Besides, I may have landed quite the catch in the boyfriend department, and I really want him to meet my dad, I have a feeling they'll get along just fine.

[bigwishes]

I’ll take the risk! I want to be big, beefy, muscular… the whole package. Who knows how big I’ll end up!

Of course, of course bud. I got something special in mind just for you.

You said big and 'beefy' sure thing I can make you beefy bro. Huge arms, thunder thighs, bulging pecs and, one other thing....

A bit of a raging muscle gut. Lucky for you I skipped on the insane amount of B.O and sweat I was considering dishing out. But don't worry I didn't forget to give you some slobby habits. That muscle gut of yours is constantly building up pressure, within less than an hour it'll be so bloated and tight you'll be forced to burp till its all out. But that isn't the special thing I have planned.

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You decided to go to the gym to try out the new beefy bod you'd been gifted with. You really started to feel that muscle gut build up pressure on the way. By the time you were in the gym parking lot your tank top had begun to ride up. Walking towards the gym door you began to let out small hiccups and burps. You just wanted to hold it in until you got to the change room, then you could release all this pressure.

You walked inside, each step the bloat becoming more and more unbearable, a loud embarrassing burp slipped out of your mouth.

There was a young gym employee at the service desk "Hey big guy, just need you to sign in"

You waddled up to the desk, the bloat becoming painfully unbearable, you there was no way you could ho- BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

unable to stop yourself you let out a roar of a belch right in the gym employee's face but something more. It was strong enough to push the employee's hair back and the smell was so strong you could see a cartoonish mist leave you mouth and cover him. Right before your eyes the young gym employee transformed from a lanky young runner to a massive buff sweating bodybuilder.

"Ugh, wh- what the fuck happened to me??" the young dude yelled taking a moment to survey the damage.

You wanted to say something, sorry was the first thing that came to mind but as soon as you opened your mouth and even larger belch came out. There was no stopping it this time the pressure escaped from your gut transforming the poor innocent guy in front of you again.

In the blink of an eye he went from a bodybuilder coated in sweat to something more, his muscled bulged even larger, his sweat increased and began to drip on the floor. His B.O became a rancid stench that filled the room, protein stained covered his shirt and every second he got worse.

"oh wha- BURRRRRP what happened to me *hic* BUURRRRP, fuck I stink, I stink so fucking ba-UUUURRRRP, ugh I'm so bloated *hic*"

You could feel your stomach still wasn't empty and you didn't wanna stick around to see what would happen to this poor guy if you unleased the other half of it on him.

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Well bud, I hope you like my spin on the Midas Touch, or rather the Midas Belch. Any guy you belch on will turn into a hulking slob freak, and you'll ruin any objects too, nothing is safe from your cauldron stomach mate.

[onelittlespiral]

Hey dude, I'm just a lil bro looking for a big bro to take care of me in all sorts of ways but all I'm stuck with is my lousy nerd of a roommate. Could you help me out?

FML: Fraternize

My roommate was… chill all things considered. I don’t know, he was just the random guy that I got stuck with when all my bros decided to move into the house and I needed someone to take the lease with. Scruffy, for sure. A bit out of shape. He said he used to play soccer in high school. Cute, but that was about it. Nowadays he was just getting his degree in English. Just a guy. But I didn’t want just another guy.

I tried to be friends with the guy, but he always just blew me and my boys off. He would just say he was too busy studying or playing some video game to come out to the gym with us or hang at the frat. I finally decided I was fed up. I needed my roommate to be more than a rando in my house. I needed a bro. And the fraternity had some resources to make that happen.

They usually keep this kinda stuff for pledges who start stepping out of line, but my buddy slipped me the files that they show to help guys get in line. I don’t remember if I ever saw them myself… what ever. It was a series of videos that promised to turn any guy into a bro in no time flat. So, one night, I put the tapes on when my roommate was home:

“Hey man, I’ve gotta watch these for class, mind if I slip them on?”

“No problem, I’ll just hang out in my bedroom.”

“Actually, it may be something you would like. You should stay. Here, you chill here and I’ll listen while I cook. I’ll make enough to split.”

I turned the first tape on and went to cook up some chicken and rice. In the other room, I heard the video beginning. It wasn’t long before I started hearing my roommate responding to the commands:

You are loyal to your bros.

“I am loyal to my bros.”

When you are around them you feel relaxed.

“When I am around them I feel relaxed”

The gym feels like your second home.

“The gym feels like my second home.”

The frat is life. You are made to be loyal to the frat.

“I am made to be loyal to the frat.”

They kept pushing him in the background while I finished cooking some food. When I walked back into the room, static filled the screen as my roommate stared into space, drool dripping from his mouth. I turned of the TV and he seemed to come to his senses.

“Hey, sup bro? Got the fuel?”

Already he was much better, “Yeah man, chicken and rice.”

“Hell yeah, gotta get a good workout in before getting my homework done.”

We ate quickly and started getting ready for the gym.

“Hey, bro, you think they are still taking new pledges? I’ve been meaning to apply to your frat!”

I was shocked at how quick the progress had been, “Yeah man. I’ll hook you up with my peeps tomorrow.”

“Sweet, let me finish getting ready and we can go.”

Dang those videos were quick. Even the way he carried himself was so different. This is the bro I needed.

The week went on and we kept working out. I hooked my roommate up with the pledge master and he quickly started falling in with the bros. We worked out, partied, did almost everything together now. I gave the rest of the tapes back to my guy who gave them to me. He said he needed them for a few guys who had gotten a little hands-y with some girls at the last party. I was fine to get them back, I didn’t think there would be any more issues with my roommate.

The year flew by until it was time for spring break. I had opted to be my roommate’s big and done all the usual hazing and shit with him. Had to keep him on his A game, I wasn’t going to go east on him. The spring break frat trip was a rite of passage for the incoming pledges. As much as I wanted to go, I had plans to visit California with my partner. We were having a great time, chilling at the beach, shopping through souvenir stores, and hiking parks. But I made sure to get updates about how my roommate was enjoying his week. It was from one of these progress reports that I got word from the pledge master:

Hey, bro. Just letting you know. Your little bro was making some girls uncomfortable at the bar. Can’t have that causing issues for the frat.

Shit man. I’m sorry. Lemme talk to him.

Nah dude, it’s good. We have a protocol for these kinds things. Just letting you know so you aren’t surprised. We’ll make sure he won’t bother any girls again.

Thanks dude. Lemme know if you need anything.

Nah bruh, relax. Enjoy your vacay.

Well as long as they have shit handled. I went back to my vacation and forgot about the whole situation. I would give him crap for it when I got back. The rest of our trip was great. I didn’t hear anything more from my bros so I assumed it all went according to plan. I was eager to get back to my roommate and prep him for full brotherhood when I got back. It wasn’t till I walked into the apartment I knew something was awry:

“Sup, bro, welcome back.”

A deep voice echoed from the balcony. He stepped inside and was greeted by a stranger. His arms were as thick as a football, his legs as thick as tree trunks. The smell of sweat, sex, and stale beer followed him into the room. He had a fresh tattoo on his arm with the number 86 boldly displayed. The stranger walked with swagger up to me, like he owned the place. As he approached, his musk only grew more intense. It wasn’t until I noticed the glasses it all clicked into place:

“Bro… is that you?!?”

“Bruh, who else would it be?”

My roommate stood proudly in front of me. He had been going to the gym steadily but no amount of protein powder could explain the progress he had made in a week. He was also easily 3 inches taller. And the smell. I don’t know how to describe it but he smelled… virile. Like just being around him was starting to get me excited. He certainly had never been like this before.

“Looking good, right? Like the new tat? Year of our chapter’s founding, 1986. After all, I am made to be loyal to the frat.”

That line made it all click together. The tapes. They said they would handle the situation, I didn’t know they would use the tapes.

”Speaking of which, dude. I can’t believe you flaked on the frat and went on a trip with your partner. You’ve got to be loyal to your bros.”

His scent, his words, my mind was swimming in a way it hadn’t in a long time. He stepped towards me, grabbing my head. I was pulled into his pit. I tried to pull back but a hand on the back of my head held me firmly in place. I felt so aroused and so scared as I was forced to huff the scent of pure frat bro. I was… fading. I couldn’t… resist… my… my… bruhhhhh.

“I think that you should sit through the next set with me bro.”

My mind was blank as he told me to sit down on the couch. Of course, I would do anything for my frat bro. He put on a video and sat behind me.

“They said we could watch this one together.”

The video whirled to life as my roommate held me in place in his lap. A flash of color and a brief intro played. It explained that it was the last in a series of videos for brothers who were trouble makers in the frat. This last one was the most extreme. I felt a wave of guilt, knowing I had betrayed my brothers and the chapter. I wasn’t sure what I did but I knew it must be bad. My behavior had to change.

You will conform to the standard set by the frat, whatever it takes. You will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.

“I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” we both repeated, in unison.

Good. Since you have proven you can’t be trusted with making good decisions, your brothers have decided to make those for you. You will become the ultimate frat bro.

“I will become the ultimate frat bro.”

Let’s start on the outside. A brother works out daily, at least. Strong muscles make for a strong foundation.

As I repeated the words, they became my reality. I had certainly never been a scrawny guy before, but this was something else. My muscles convulsed all at once, then seemed to shred and burst. My muscles ached as pecs, biceps, abs all were pulled out of my body. I sweat under the effort as legs bloated and toned, bloated and toned. My back stretched out and shoulders mounded on muscle.

Good bro. Now, a brother should be cocky, with a cock to match. All the other fraternities should know how superior we are.

‘Shiiit, no other frat could even come close. We threw the best parties, had the hottest girls and… fuck the hottest guys. With a bod like this, just about no body could resist.’ As those thoughts echoed in my head, there was a sharp pain in my balls as they started to swell. My cock snaked down my shorts, throbbing with newfound power and size. A moan escaped my mouth as my cock swelled thick as a beer can. Anyone would beg for a cock like this.

A frat bro with a cock like that just needs to fuck. Your libido keeps your mind so full that you hardly have time to pass your business classes.

My swollen balls began to churn as my cock came to life. As my mind was thrust into a deep sexual haze, any aspirations I had on my pre-law track were pushed out, draining right to my balls and slowly leaking out my cock. At the same time, I felt my roommate begin to shift behind me. I felt his cock press against the small of my back, throbbing as it was thrust into overdrive. He began slowly humping against my back, and I leaned back against that massive cock. I wanted to help my bro however I could. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly started jacking me off. My mind was in pure bliss as I was kicked into overdrive. His arms felt so warm and strong, and he was pushing all my buttons till I was thrusting into his hands.

The frat is a part of you. You live, breath, and sweat the frat. Everyone who meets you will know exactly what you’re about and submit to you, an alpha bro. You put the reek in Greek.

My mind processed for a second until the smell hit me from behind and I understood. My hormones shifted as sweat poured out. It was hard work being a fraternity brother, and everyone would know that. I worked overtime as the smell of straight frat filled my nostrils. The apartment changed in response, filled with leftover beers, used tank tops, and soaked underwear. Anyone who entered would fall into an immediate haze, the smell of bros clouding their mind. My mind was… so… slow. Just… needed… FUCK.

You will keep it simple, keep it stupid.

“I will keep it simple, keep it stupid.”

My head felt like it was filled with fluff. No thoughts, just instinct.

You will listen to your pledge master, follow all he says.

“I will listen to my pledge master, follow all he says.”

It was so much easier to just trust my bros. Whatever they said went.

You will live for and serve your bros, live for and serve the frat.

“I will live for and serve my bros and the frat.”

I would do anything for my bros. Gotta keep ‘em happy.

The frat is life.

“The frat is life.”

My roommate’s cock was still rock hard behind me. His grip was edging me as moaned for release. I could dedicate my life to men like him.

Thank you for your cooperation. There will be no further issues. Now cum.

And I did. Ropes shot across the floor as all the changes were set in stone. I was just another frat dude, struggling through Business classes and fucking through the night.

And with that the video ended. It took a sec for me to regain my senses. I slowly refocused my eyes and… fuck bruh my head is pounding. Musta partied too hard last night. Shit, I was drooling all over myself, lol. I mean, I’m hot but not that hot. And fuck, I made a mess. Bro, what happened? It’s already late, I’ve got to get ready to go out tonight.

I was going to throw on a polo and some shorts when my roommate put a hand on my shoulder. This man must’ve got a double dose of whatever I got. Bro, he was on another fucking level. He pulled me in tight, cupped my ass in his hands, held my chin, and slid his tongue in my mouth. All at once, my world shifted as the fraternity’s motto rang in my head, I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood. An aching in my balls told me that I wasn’t going to make it out tonight. I had my frat bro… no, my big bro right here. And he will take care of his little bro. He pulled down his sweatpants and a thick rod popped out from the waistband. He gently guided me to his cock, the true source of his musk. Our scents mingled as my thoughts were consumed by sex. The salty taste of pre coated my tongue as the tip slid down the back of my throat. My mind faded as the smell of the frat filled my nostrils. I was lost in bliss as my bro started pumping, pumping down my throat. Gone was the nerdy roommate I had:

There was nothing left but frat bro.

[goodboyyyy]

Your phone dinged- it was an email from your college. You'd been waiting for it all summer- you'd been dying to know what dorm you'd be in and who your roommate would be.

You were super excited for college, to be around other smart people, especially since you were going to an Ivy League. You'd kind of been an nerd in high school, but thought that in college, brains might be appreciated over brawn. You'd imagined it a lot- being around other smart people who could actually have a discussion, instead of the homophobic idiots you went to school with, the dumb jocks you had to take classes with, all the dumbasses who cared more about football than books and things like that. You hated being around these idiots more and more every year. Even though you always wished you looked more built, you never let yourself work out or go to the gym. You didn't want to be anything like them.

Grinning, googled your roommates name excitedly and found an Instagram….

Your jaw dropped. This had to be a joke.

He looked just like every stupid muscle head jock you been trying to get away from! You, scrolled and scrolled, hoping your opinion would change, but every picture was just him at the gym, or faxing, or at some party scene like a beach. He was really hot, but you didn’t really want a hot roommate, you just wanted a cool roommate.

You sighed, closing your laptop. There was no sense stressing about it now. You couldn’t really tell how a person was from a picture, anyway. Maybe he was a cool guy who just happened to work out.

But then school started, and your roommate was worse than you imagined- an annoying, pompous jock who thought he knew everything. All he talked about was lifting, dumb motivational sayings, and partying. He wasn't actually dumb- but that just somehow made it worse. It just added to his smug, superior attitude knowing he wasn't a typical dumb jock- and he loved to hear himself talk, always went on and on about everything to show you how much he knew. He wasn't even that douchey- he was just annoying as hell, always thinking he knew more and better, always acting like this great person so people would think that about him. He was even hotter in person, until he opened his mouth at least and the dumbest shit you ever heard seemed to come out of it without fail every time. Now, every time he spoke, he rolled your eyes and automatically tuned him out. It was the only way you could bear having to room with him.

It was awful at first, but the year is going by pretty fast. Before you knew it, winter break was here you were busy packing the last few things to head home. Ironically, you were as excited about going home as you have been to arrive at college. You couldn’t wait to be by yourself, away from this idiot, and not have to hear him or hear about working out or anything like that for a couple of days. Suddenly, your phone dinged. You went to grab it, but your roommate was right next to it, so he passed it over to you. His eyebrows raised as he stared at the screen. “Shit, man.”

“What?” You said as you took the phone. It was a gmail notification.

FLIGHT CANCELLED.

Your stomach dropped. You were already leaving late because your last final had been on the last day the school was open, at the dorms and closed for break that night at midnight. You lived across the country.

“Fuck! What am I supposed to do now,” you said more to yourself and more out of frustration than to him. You didn’t even consider that his dumbass would have any ideas for you.

“Well, why don’t you come stay with me for a little while?”

You looked up at him, eyebrow raised and pretty surprised that he’d offer, till you remembered he was too dumb and clueless to realize how much you didn't like him. You wanted to tell him it was fine, no thanks… but you had no other options now, aside from maybe sleeping in the airport till the blizzard passed. That could be hours or even days, though

“You mean it?”

“Of course man! Look, I know we’re not like, best buds, or gym bros or anything like that, I’m not just gonna leave you stranded here. I’m heading out in like an hour. You can come stay at my place a night or two until you can figure out another flight.”

It wasn’t ideal, but like you’d already realized, you had no other choice right now. You packed the last of your things and put them in his car. The snow was already starting when you left, and came down harder and harder as you drove the 20 or 30 minutes over to his house. You were kind of scared sometimes, but he was actually a really good driver. Anytime this car slid or skidded even a little, it was like he knew exactly what to do to get it back on track. His big muscular arm bulged now and then as he gripped the steering wheel tight when the Jeep had fishtailed briefly a few times, and you caught yourself staring at it a little too long more than once. It was honestly really impressive to watch, you would’ve been freaking out if the car skidded at all like that, but he stayed totally calm. Maybe he did know a thing or two after all.

He already texted his parents and explanation of why you were coming, so they had a plate the food ready for you when you arrived. You weren’t that surprised to see the rest of his family was kind of like him. He had a brother who was like a little jock in training, and a Dad who was like a veteran jock. The conversation was pretty similar to what you’d expected – nothing really substantial, with each of them nodding dumbly every time one of them said something equally dumb.

Once dinner was done you headed upstairs with him.

"So, there's a guest room, but there's also a bed in my room that used to be my brothers. I think you should sleep in that one. It'll be a lot more comfortable."

"I dunno-"

"C'mon man! It'll be just like at school! Plus, there's a bathroom in there. Otherwise you have to share with the rest of my family," he said with a big dumb grin. You sighed. He was just so oblivious, but he had saved your ass letting you stay here, and you didn't want to be rude.

"Alright, fine," you said, heading into his room with him. You saw a picture of him and his brother on his dresser. They were identical. A gold chain necklace was draped over the frame.

"You guys were twins?"

"Yeah..."

"Where did he go?" you asked.

He shrugged. "Fell in love with some girl from another country. Out of the blue, he told us he was moving there with her. Had a big fight with me and my parents over it, and hasn't talked to anyone since. It really sucks. He was my main gym bro."

"Ah, that sucks," you said, not sure of what to say.

"Anyway, lets get to bed," he said, sliding his shirt and pants off. It was a shame he was so dumb, because you would have thought he was so sexy otherwise. He'd been right though- this bed was really comfy. You drifted off to sleep after a few moments, exhausted from packing.

He slid out of bed, opened the closet, and pulled a pair of his brother's old gym shoes out. They were so rank he could smell them from a couple feet away. He slid them under your bed quietly and stepped back, watching the smell seep into you. Your nose wrinkled at first, but he smiled when you started to draw slow, deep inhales of the scent. Then, he pulled his sweaty gym clothes out from earlier, wringing them out into a cologne bottle he left on the bathroom counter.

"Night night, future gym bro," he said, getting back under his covers.

You woke up the next morning feeling groggy and lethargic. When you opened your eyes, you saw him in the bathroom with the door open, doing the same morning routine he did at school. The thing was, you never really saw him do it that much, because you always avoided using the bathroom when he was in there, otherwise he'd start talking your ear off. He was washing his face. His thick muscles shifted with every slight movement. You knew he was showing off, but fuck was he sexy. It was early and you were still pretty groggy and horny and half-asleep, so much so that you found yourself staring at him, unable to look away. You felt like an asshole, suddenly. He'd invited you here in an emergency, and you'd been rude and judgmental the whole time. His chiseled abs contracted as he bent over the sink and scrubbed his face.

He must've felt your gaze on him, because he turned over to you. "Hey man," he said, "Yo. c'mere. You gotta smell this cologne I just got."

You rolled your eyes, but instead of being annoyed, you smiled. He was so cute, in a dumb way. You got up and walked into the bathroom, pulling your boner into your pants elastic so he wouldn't see it. It was good you did, because you felt your cock surge as he raised his arms and sprayed the cologne into his muscular pits.

His biceps peaked as he did. He looked like a model. And the cologne smelled amazing. He noticed you watching him flex and smirked. "You like those, huh? Haha," he said with a laugh.

"Uh- yeah man, really cut... ha ha" you said, trying to play it cool.

"We could get your like that I think," he said, gripping your tiny arms with his big hands.

"Haha, no thanks," you said, stepping back. Still, the scent of the cologne drifted over to you. You had to admit, it smelled pretty good. Kind of familiar, too.

"C'mon man, why not?"

"The gym really isn't my thing."

"Have you ever even been?" he asked, giving his pits another blast of cologne.

"No. Just really not my thing," you said. You got another huge whiff of the cologne just as you turned away from the door. You stopped suddenly. Damn, it smelled good- like it was getting better and better by the second. You took a deep whiff. You didn't want to walk away from it.

"Yo, what brand is that?"

"It's an off brand," he said, "i dunno really."

"Can I try some?" you said, taking another deep inhale. The smell was invigorating. It made you feel like you were bursting with energy- energy you needed to release.

He smirked. "If you come to the gym with me, maybe."

You were about to say no, but you really, really wanted to try that cologne. Plus, you had so much energy now, you needed some way to burn it off. And what else would you do all day? Sit around with his weird family?

"Ok, fine," you said, "But I'm just doing the treadmill though. Maybe an eliptical."

He shrugged. "Everyone's gotta start somewhere. What matters is, we're finally gym bros dude!"

"I don't know about all that," you said with a laugh, going to put your shoes on. He was so dumb and easily pleased. Like, who gave a shit if you went to the gym with him or not? Why did it matter so much?

You frowned down as you tried to put your shoes on. For some reason, they seemed smaller. You could barley fit them on, like your foot had grown overnight or something.

"Hey man, i got you," he said, reaching under his brothers bed. He pulled a pair of gym shoes out for you. "These should fit."

You picked them up. They smelled familiar and nice, kind of like the cologne. You were really excited to wear them for some reason, and after you put them on, you felt even better about your decision to go to the gym. You rocked your legs back and forth, bursting with energy. "You ready dude?" you said.

"Lets get it," he said nodding you out the door. "Oh wait. Almost forgot." He reached into his bag and tossed the bottle of cologne over to you. "All yours, man," he said with a grin.

"Thanks bruh," you said, spraying a thick coating under your arms. You wondered why you were talking like that, but as the cologne filled your nose, the thought faded away.

You'd stayed on the treadmill for a while at first, but even there, you were shocked at how fast you could run without getting tired. His brother's old gym shoes were so broken in and cushioned that it felt like you were running on air. But you'd been watching him while he lifted, watching him while the cologne you drenched yourself in seeped into your nose. Running wasn't enough. You needed something to release more energy. You headed over to him, asking if you could join.

"Letssss gooooo, man!" he yelled excitedly, pulling you in for a bro hug. He was drenched in sweat that got all over your clothes. "Here, hit some curls with me," he'd said, handing you a dumbbell. It felt weird but... right in your hand, like you'd finally undergone some masculine right of passage you'd been putting off. You lifted it, but with terrible form.

"Nah man, like this," he said, springing up, and before you knew it he was behind you, his big frame dwarfing yours, and gripped your hands with his own, pushing them up into a proper curl.

"See man? Just like this. Up.... and down," he said slowly into your ear.

He did it a couple times. It felt nice, having him show you. He was a real nice guy, you thought, feeling his hands gripping you own. Your eyes started to glaze over- but when he left go, you immediately started overcompensating with your back. In a flash, he was behind you again.

"Nah bro. You're thinking too much," he said slowly. "Stop. Thinking." he said, gripping your hands again. You were about to tell him to fuck off, but the thought faded away suddenly as his skin touched yours. All your thoughts did, Your head became an empty vacuum.

"Up," he said slowly into your ear, lifting your arms.

Up. Yes. Up. The single directive rushed in to fill the entirety of your empty mind. Up. Up. Up.

He lowered them slowly, maintaining the tension. "And Down."

And Down. Yes. The other two words entered your brain, filling any gaps missed by Up. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

"Up. And Down.," he said in your ear. "That's all that matters. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down."

Your lips began to say the words slowly, matching your movements. Your eyes became totally glazed, and this time, when he let go, you didn't stop. You kept moving with the perfect form he'd just programed into you while he picked up his own dumbbells and lifted next to you moving in sync... it felt so.. nice... moving up...and down....up... and down...

You hadn't remembered much more after that till you were both in the locker room, drenched in sweat after a full workout.

"Great job, man," he said, pulling you in for a high-five hug again. Your sweaty bodies and pumped muscles rubbed against each other in the exchange.

"Thanks bro," you said, still invigorated from the workout. It felt fuckin great. And he'd been so great, showing you proper form for every move, correcting you, adjusting the weight for you. As you both left, you once again felt like an ass for being so rude to him all these months...

When you got home and showered, you felt something itchy under your arms. Checking it out, you noticed your pit hair had gotten a lot darker and thicker. You shrugged. You were almost a year younger than most of your classmates with the way your birthday fell. It must've been the final strokes of puberty, or something.

You headed into your roommate's room for bed. He was propped up in bed in just his underwear, massaging himself with a theragun, nearly moaning. You laughed as you looked at him. He smirked, realizing how funny it looked.

"Laugh all you want, dude, but if you tried it, you'd feel the same way."

"Lemme try then. I'm pretty sore from today already. I still can't believe you convinced me to do weights."

"Haha. I knew you had it in you bro," he said, walking over to you with the theragun. "Aren't you glad you did?"

"Yeah," you said honestly. It had actually felt surprisingly good.

"Letssss gooooo, man!" he yelled excitedly, pulling you in for a bro hug. "Good shit bro. The treadmill is for pussies. You gotta pump these guns, otherwise you're wasting time."

You were about to argue when the theragun hit your sore tricep. The thought slowly faded away as bursts of pleasure rippled out from your muscles. You fell onto the bed, overwhelmed by the feeling, but he kept the gun on you steadily the whole time, watching you squirm and moan. It didn't just feel like a massage, it felt like a whole other workout. You felt the blood pumping into your arms, felt them getting warmer as they bulged and swelled. It felt incredible. He moved around to your bicep, then shoulders, then upper back. He lifted your arms to get underneath them, and you thought you saw his eyes linger on your hairy pits, smiling at them, but you were too preoccupied to think about it. You weren't sure how long he kept at it, but by time he was done, you felt amazing.

"Woah, thanks brah."

"Anytime. Why don't you wash up? We gotta be up early to hit the gym."

"For sure bro," you said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. Yeah, you'd hit the gym again tomorrow. It wasn't even a question, really.

Your eyes widened as you stared in the mirror. You arms looked huge! They hadn't looked this big when you'd gotten out of the shower.

He noticed you admiring them. "It's the theragun, and the uh.... the hot shower. Gets the blood pumped into them. It'll probably be gone in the morning," he said.

"Oh...makes sense," you said, brushing your teeth and sliding into bed.

Once he heard you snoring, he slipped out of bed and grabbed his shaving cream, heading into the bathroom. He whipped his thick cock out and stared at a couple of bimbos getting fucked on his phone, shooting a hot, huge load right into the cream. He swirled it around with his finger, mixing it, then dabbed a bit onto his hand as he headed over to you. He gently spread it over your face, smearing the extra under your pits. Smiling, he went to bed.

You woke up the next day feeling sore and... itchy. You thought it was the pillow, but no matter how you moved, the feeling never went away. Blinking, you scratched at your face, where the feeling was coming from. Your hand met a rough surface. You felt around your face until you realized it was... stubble? But you'd only really had that above your lips. You felt more and more, but it was definitely there.

He looked over to the bathroom. He was up already, shaving in the mirror. He caught your eye again “Hey man. Sleep good?“

“Yeah man, but it looks like some of my facial hair came in overnight or something. It's all itchy.”

You scratched it again, but then thought another itchy, feeling coming out from under your arm. Lifting your arm, you noticed that your pit hair looked even thicker and darker than the night before. And despite what he said about the Theragun and shower, your arms still looked huge. You stare at your body, confused. That late puberty really was hitting you like a train.

"Hey bro, that’s just what happens when you get that testosterone pumping. Come here, I’ll take care of that for you. Just let me finish up.“

You approached as he lifted his chin, showing off his thick neck and sliding his shaver across it. It was strange to watch. You were the same age, and he looked so natural doing it, but it was something you'd never done before. You never had enough facial hair to.

He turned to you, lifting your chin up with one finger, inspecting your stubble. He looked pleased for some reason. He grabbed a jar of shaving cream and opened it- but he hadn't used any? With his razor, he could shave dry, so why-

He smeared the shaving cream on your face, and the cool, minty feeling wiped the question from your mind. Your eyes drooped to his beefy pecs and six pack in front of you as he moved the razor softly over your skin. "You just go nice and slow, just like this," he said, shaving you delicately. Your heart beat faster. It felt weirdly... intimate. You guessed this was something Dad's or older brothers showed youhow to do, but you hadn't had one. You watched intently, trying not to shudder where his fingers grazed your skin. What was weird was, even as the razor removed the hair, it seemed to leave more stubble behind.. but... you liked it. You almost looked... hot. He kept going, till you had a thick 5 o clock shadow just like his.

"I'll let you finish up," he said, sliding you the shaved and shaving cream. "You should shave your pits too, brah. Makes lifting easier. Less irritation."

"Sounds good man," you said, smearing a thick coating of shaving cream onto your hairy pits. It tingled like before. Just like with your face, even though it removed the hair, it seemed to leave more hair follicles behind. You squinted at it. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Ready to hit the gym again?"

"Hell yeah," you said. "But I just have to check flights first-"

"Ah, you know, I was gonna check for you earlier, but our Wifi was acting up."

"That's cool. I can just check on my phone."

"Alright. But just get dressed first," he said, handing you his brothers shoes again.

You were going to tell him to just wait, but the sight of the shoes got you excited. You'd felt really good wearing them.

"Alright," you said, taking them and eagerly sliding them on. The second you tied them, you stood up, pumping your legs one after another. You felt ready to go!

"Oh. and don't forget the cologne. You don't wanna smell like sweat, ya know," he said with a laugh as he tossed you the bottle. It excited you, just like the shoes. You sprayed about ten or eleven sprays on you, letting the scent fill your nose. It smelled even better than the day before. You felt filled with energy, invigorated again, like you needed to get out and release it. But first you just had to... had.... to... look... at...... you................had................to..........look..........at......f....???

"Yo, was I gonna do something man?" you asked, brow hunching in the same confused, dumb way his usually did.

"Yeah. You were gonna wear my gym clothes since you don't have your own. You just asked like a minute ago, man, haha. Remember?"

"Ah, my bad," you said laughing. You'd really zoned out there, haha. You threw on the muscle tee and thigh shorts he tossed you. They must've been from a three pack or something, because he put on the same exact ones.

"Lets get it, brah," he said, slapping you on the back.

"Lets gooo!" you said back, and you guys headed out.

It was the same as the day before. You were doing shoulder presses awfully at first, feeling awkward and self concious, but then his hands were under your arms and his voice was in your ear.

"Up and down, bro. Up and down. That's all that matters. Let all those other thoughts, other things you know about go. They're just weighing you down. You only need to know three things, bro."

You nodded, eyes glazing over again. "Up. And Down," you said, pressing the weight overhead cleanly. "Up. And Down," you repated, sinking into a smooth rhythm of presses. He stood next to you again, lifting at the same time as you. You felt yourself sweating all your thoughts out, getting dumber by the second. You knew you should stop but- buuu- u- up....

Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

He took you through a bunch of other exercises, reminding you whenever he saw you lose focus. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

You both got home an hour or two later, still panting and dripping with sweat from your lifts.

"That was sick, bro," he said, peeling his wet shirt off and bouncing his pecs in the mirror.

"Yeah, I feel great," you said, starting to peel the muscle tee off. It was tight, even before your pump, like it had been clinging to you throughout your workout, warming your chest. Now, it was tight because your chest seemed a lot bigger.

"Chest day best day!" He inhaled deeply. "Ah, you smell that bro? I missed that smell. When me and my twin would get back from the gym, this room would stink up in like 30 seconds and reek for days. Its been a while."

"Damn, it does reek in here," you said with a dumb laugh.

"Breathe it in. That's the smell of hard work, bruh."

You both took a deep inhale, laughing. It was so good having a friend to be a stupid guy with.

"Yeah, man," you said, finally managing to peel the shirt off. Your chest looked huge, wide, and puffy. Almost exactly like his... that was... weird....but they looked so... so... good... just like your shoulders you'd hit that day... and your back.... your lats looked like... like wings... wings..... flight.... wasn't there something you were supposed to do with a fligh-

You let out a gasp that turned into an "ahhhhhh" as he hit your sore muscles with the theragun. Part of you was realizing what was happening. You were still smart- somewhere in there. You were... you were somehow turning into him, literally. You tried to think about how, but it hurt. All the blood your brain was used to was flowing into your shoulders and chest as he massaged them. Thinking felt... bad... but... what was in the mirror looked... good.... yeah. You looked fucking good, like this. Yo.... you looked so good haha. Thinking.... bad.... lifting.... good... blood in... muscles.... not in.... brain.... lift.... more... get... sexier.

You felt energy surge through you again. Instinctually, you flexed in the mirror the way he did in the morning, grunting and scrunching your face. Toned muscle bulged under your skin as more and more blood and oxygen left your brain and poured into your muscles. You looked big, but you still felt small. You needed to get bigger... it felt.... urgent... like any time you spent not working out was time wasted. Your thoughts faded as he moved the theragun over you and your chest. It almost was like an exact replica of his.

Your eyes moved to him.

Gym.... bro.... love my.... gym.... bro.... love my..... bro.... wanna.... workout.... with my... bro

"Yo, it's still pretty early bro. You think we could lift again tonight, after dinner?"

"That's what I'm talkin about man," he said, slapping you on the back. "Love seeing you finally motivated to get in the gym and work on yourself."

"Feels great, dude," you said, hitting another pose in the mirror, staring at your muscles. Bigger.... need to.... get.... bigger...

"I told ya so."

"I know. I should've listened earlier. You're so smart, man."

"Haha, thanks man. Lets go get our protein in so we can get out there again. I'll go make our shakes. You shower first man- you stink," he said with a laugh.

"Haha," you said, lifting your pit and taking a big whiff of it. You did reek, but it smelled good, in a way. Like a sign of your hard work.

"Damn bro. I'm gonna need a gas mask in here," he joked, laughing as he walked out.

You laughed back. Joking with your bro was the best. You got into the shower, feeling all the new muscle in your body move under your skin. Feeling its power. The hot water just exacerbated it. You felt big- strong- but needed to get bigger- stronger- the thought was constant.

But- this wasn't... you?

You didn't... care about this stuff.

No.

This was all wrong. What were you doing lifting, focusing on superficial shit like this? What were you doing hanging around with this idiot? No- you had to get out of here. You'd be polite to him, but as soon as you got out of the shower, you'd book a flight for the next day. Enough of this! You'd been getting swayed by a pretty boy being nice to you, and it needed to stop.

He came in with the protein shakes just as you got out of the shower.

"Here you go man," he said, handing it to you. "Gave you a little extra," he said with a wink. Your glass had a little more in it than his did.

"Thanks dude," you said, putting it down. Fuck him and his protein shakes! "I'll have it in a minute. I just remembered I need to look up flights."

"You should really drink it first," he said, handing it back to you. "It's best to drink it as soon as possible. You don't wanna stay small, do you?"

Small? Small? No- never small- big- need to be big- big- huge- need- protein-

"Fuck no," you said suddenly, and before you could stop yourself you were grabbing it and gulping it down. It tasted good. Creamy. Really creamy.

"Damn that's good," you said, cheersing with him when he finished his. It was like you could feel the protein seeping through your body, repairing you. It felt so good. You felt confused, though.

"Yo, was I about to do something?" you asked.

"Yeah man. We were gonna do our meal preps for the rest of break. I'm so glad you decided to spend break here to focus on working out instead of going home with your family," he said.

"Huh? No, no, something with my phone..."

"Yeah man, remember? You were gonna tell your family you weren't gonna make it home this year. You really wanted to see them, but you didn't wanna waste a whole month away from your gym bro when you could be learning from me & making gains. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah yeah," you said. That made sense. Why else would you be here "Hell yeah man! Three solid weeks of nothing but lifting with my bro. No stupid classes or reading to distract us from what matters."

"Exactly man," he said, "C'mon, lets go make our meals for the week. Chicken broccoli and rice city!" You did, then headed to the gym.

You did legs this time.

"Just remember," he said as you got under the squat rack.

You nodded vacantly, feeling your mind slowly emptying again of everything except those three words. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.... Up ... And.... Down....

The next thing you knew you were grunting and dripping sweat as you boosted the 6 plates on your last rep up. Your legs were throbbing, bulging, and felt amazing. They looked bigger already, and you'd only done 4 sets of one exercise. He nodded approvingly.

You both got back from the 2nd round at the gym a couple hours later, scarfing your meals down out of your microwavable meal prep trays.

"Yo, did you see all those pussies on the treadmill staring at us?" you laughed.

"Of course man," he said, laughing back. "That's all they can do," he said as he flexed his huge, pumped muscles. "Stare and wish they were us."

"Feels good," you said, scarfing down your food. Both of you ate like pigs, spilling rice and shredded chicken all over your laps and the sides of your mouths. He went to get your protein shakes, and came back a few minutes later, once again with yours a little bit more full and creamy than his. Extra supps, he told you. When you were done, you cracked open the six pack his Dad had bought for you guys and started slamming them down while watching Family Guy, both laughing dumbly every couple minutes at it. You used to hate this show... but it was so funny! You'd just never given it a chance.

About 2 hours later, with empty beer cans strewn all around the room, you guys decided to get to bed. He went into the bathroom first, brushing his teeth and whipping his dick out to take a long, hot piss in the toilet. His eyes flickered over to your toothbrush, and he smiled. Grabbing it, he dropped it in front of his stream of piss, making sure to soak it thoroughly before putting it back in the holder.

You came in once he was done and started brushing your teeth. Your toothbrush felt warm and tasted kind of funny, thank you, fuck it. You instinctually swallowed it as the taste hit your tongue, sucking it deep in to your stomach. It felt like your stomach was rumbling, then tightening, then pushing out, then tightening again. When you were done brushing your teeth, you lifted your shirt up to reveal a nice set of toned abs just like his. You smiled. Damn, he was a really good coach.

You stared into the mirror, reflecting on how much you'd changed over the last few days. You smiled dumbly, hitting pose after pose in the mirror. In pretty much everything but your face, you looked just like him now. Your arms were thick and corded, your pecs sat nice and high, your legs were ripped, stomach shredded. Even your feet had gotten bigger, going from a size 8 to a size 13, just like his, and you'd grown a few inches, too. Wait... taller? You didn't get taller from the gym...

...

...and why were you his exact height?

You threw open the bathroom door.

"Yo, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean, bro? Chill."

"Nah man. Are you like, turning me into you or some shit? This isn't cool, bro," you said, struggling to talk like how you used to, before "bro" and "man" and "bruh" were every other word?

He smiled. "Into me? Of course not. You could never be me. But I am making you into my twin brother, bro. Haha."

"Well it stops now, weirdo. I'm outta her-"

He grabbed your arms, pulling them towards your head, forcing you to flex. You let out a moan as blood pumped out of your brain, into your sore muscles. It felt so good. So warm... so.... relaxing. But, no, you had to leave – he turned you towards the mirror, showing you your reflection as you flexed. You gave a dumb smile at the hunk staring back at you, at all your hard work- no, he wasn’t gonna get you like this again---

"Just look at yourself, bro," he said slowly massaging your thick traps. Waves of heat flowed over you- no– you had to- leave. He bent down, lifting your leg onto the ball of your foot. Your thick calf muscles contracted, stealing more blood from your brain, pumping more down into your body. It felt so good after a long workout. So good. So waaaaarm, you thought while he bent you into pose after pose like his mannequin and you stared in awe at what you'd become. You were.... hot.

"You’re telling me you don’t like this, bro? That you'd rather be a little nerdy bitch like before?"

It– it felt so… Good... you looked so… Good... you look like… Someone you would’ve thirsted after for months before .. you... loved it. It felt good. Before you knew it, he'd taken his brother's chain off the dresser and fastened it around your neck.

Your mind instantly blanked as he did it. What the fuck were you thinking? Leaving? When he was fucking turning you into a god for free? What kinda ungrateful piece of shit loser was the old you? Nah, he wanted nothing to do with that shit. You were lucky to be here.

"I was gonna wait until we were done to do this to you, but since that nerd in you has so much fight apparently, we can just get it over with now. It doesn’t really matter," he said.

"You want to act like a fag? I’ll treat you like a fag, boy," he said grabbing your head and rubbing it against his bulge. His big. Warm.. bulge... Your eyes glazed even more. "That's right, broski. Tell me how you really feel."

He was fucking sexy. You tried to lie to yourself all year and tell yourself that you didn’t like him, that he was annoying, that he was an idiot. But still, you stared at him whenever you could, every time he'd come into the room with his towel... take a peek every time he was in his boxers. Pretended you didn’t like him and denied it. But you did. You hated the girls that he brought back to the room because you wished it was you in there, getting pounded out by him, or maybe you wished you were him, getting to be such a stupid fucking asshole and still getting all the ass you wanted. He must’ve felt like a king.

You suddenly realize'd that you said all this out loud. Your mouth dropped open in surprise- but- how...

"Good, good. Now tell me, wouldn’t it feel nice if someone felt that way about you, boy?" Your eyes lit up.

"Me?"

"Yeah you. You’re going to be a God just like me boy. And I get the gym bro! Everyone wins."

You nodded slowly as he pulled his cock out, rubbing it against your face. Yeaaaaaah. Jock cock. You'd always loved jock cock when you'd been.... gay? No, you weren't gay... you'd never been gay. This was just bonding with your bro, haha.

Your tongue lapped up the precum off the tip of his dick. He shuddered, his cut, muscular hips thrusting instinctually. Your mouth opened just as automatically, sucking his cock. It felt so easy to hold yourself up with your new, big muscles as he pounded your mouth. His balls slipped out of his boxers, slapping you in the face as he thrust into you. They smelled great.

"Ahhhhhh yeah," he said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his tight ass. You gripped it, feeling the power from years of squats in it. "We got one more step left, broski. Tomorrow we're gonna put my facecream and gel on you and fix that busted face and wack haircut of yours. You’ll look just like me, bro. And you'll love it. I want that nerd inside of you watching while I snuff the last of him out- well, while you do it, really. He'd hate you so much, now," he said, pulling you off his dick and turning you towards the mirror again. "Look at you now, just a dumb jock big boy."

You smiled goofily in the mirror, flexing again at the sight of yourself. "Dumb jock big boy". The words resonated in your brain. Yeah, dumb jock big boy you thought, flexing harder. Hahaha. No- you weren't a jo- dumb jock big boy. Hahahaha. Yeah, you were just a dumb jock big boy- no- no- you were smar... just a dumb jock big boy. No matter what else you tried to think, it was the only thing your mind would land on. You flexed even more. You couldn't help it. Your body looked... so.... fucking... good. You felt like a ... man. Brutish. Powerful. You had muscles... big... muscles.... you couldn't stop staring... you fely so... powerful... needed... more powee. Needed... to get bigger. Needed... to be a msn not a cyck beta loser.

"That's it. Who's my dumb jock bro?"

"Me," you said proudly.

"I thought you were too good for that shit tho? Too smart?"

"Nah," you said.

"Damn boy, I trained you good."

"Yes. Showed me what matters. Need to get bigger," you said in a trance. Any resistance felt far away now. You couldn't really talk in complete sentences anymore. "Bigger. Stronger. More powerful."

"We will get you there, bro," he said, sliding your mouth back onto his cock. We're going to get you there, together. Plus, then we can be reeeeaaal bros! Like, bros for real. We can tell my parents my bro came back. You can just enroll in school and come back with me. It'll be like he never left. And you actually get to be something, instead of being a dumb nerd. Everyone wins!"

You nodded. Real bros. He was like your brother already, kinda. Yeah.

"I love you bro," you said.

"I love you to bro- ahhh- AHhhhhhh"

You felt his legs tense and back arch a little, and a blast of his cum shot down your throat, then another, then another. The necklace got hot around your neck as you swallowed them. You gulped each down, feeling your body absorbing them, feeling him seep into you, take you over, and crush any chance you had of turning back. Yeah. Good. You didn't want to turn back. You didn't want the nerd loser in you to take control. This was you now. You were in control.

He thrust into you a couple more times as you licked the last of his cum off his cock. He tapped the back of your head twice approvingly as you finished him off and slid his cock out of your mouth.

"See you in the morning, bro. You won't remember this part tomorrow. You'll just wake up, see my putting my moisturizer on and gel in, and come to do the same. Like I said, I want that nerd inside you watching while we complete your transformation, wanting to stop it, but unable to. Because this," he said, placing your hand on his bicep, and placing your other hand on your own bicep, "just feels too good."

You nodded dumbly. "I love you, bro" was all you could say.

"Love you too, bro. Goodnight!"

You woke up the next morning, just as he said, to see him putting the moisturizer all over his face and styling his hair. You walked over, asking him if you could use some. He looked so good. You just really wanted to use whatever he used.

"Sure thing, bro. What's mine is yours."

He passed it to you. You took a thick glob out, smearing it on your face. It tingles a little bit as you put it on, like the shaving cream head. Part of you was yelling, no, that you didn't like this, that you wanted to keep your old life, that you didn't want to be his twin and give up everything you had, but that voice was quiet now. It was drowned out by the demands of your big, hulking body, your shrinking brain, the testosterone pumping through you, and the burning desire you know how to get bigger and look good, constantly. The old you needed to go. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't stop you from rubbing the cream in deeper and deeper. Had... to... look.... good... you thought as you ran a big glob of his white gel through your hair.

You both watched, smiling, as your face bubbled and changed and your hair lightened and shortened, perfectly matching his, erasing the final part of you. His brothers Your chain got hot around your neck as a bunch of his brother's your old memories floated into your head. All the details of his your life, everything you needed to know to convince his your parents that he'd you'd come back home.

"It's so great to have you back, bro," your roommate brother said. "I been so lonely at the gym," he said flexing in the mirror.

"Good to be back, bro," you said, hitting the same pose.

His real brother never did end up coming back. You lived happily ever after as a dumb jock big boy, hitting the gym with your bro everyday.

[mrwavellswaps]

The Principal’s Solution

When Mr Everett was called into the principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting. “You’re firing me!?”

“David that’s not what I’m—” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.

“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.

Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me! You are not fired! If you had let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”

David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.

“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now and with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be done to only one proper gym teacher. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Gym department.”

“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Gym instead? “But sir I’m not a Gym teacher. I teach English! I can’t just switch!”

“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”

David squinted over at Principal Bryant, not believing that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't picked up a ball since I was a student. How the hell do you expect me to teach a whole class??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this!”

Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David en further yet also slightly peaking his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department.”

Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a look on his face that was hard to describe. He seemed excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. The Principal flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that Principal Bryant had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire in his boss’ eyes as he glanced up at him, was unmistakable.

“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could speak.

“Ah here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop so that it faced the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.

Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video before moving out of the way. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift pace. Going round and round in fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world around him just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back at his desk to watch what was about to unfold firsthand.

After about 3 minutes or so a voice began speaking to David through the video…

*Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike can look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this experience.*

The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.

*Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?*

David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. As if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain.

*Of course we’ve gotta make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…*

It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become and English teacher were yanked right out of his head, setting his knowledge of the subject back to a much more basic level.

*Annnnd now to replace them with the proper ones.*

One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference.

*Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. Now all that advanced English mumbo jumbo is gone, you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?*

More and more memories to push their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him going to a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He could’ve sworn he’d never been that keen on sports and yet he looked back on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time very fondly. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening all the time. He couldn’t imagine why he thought for even a second that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!

Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these mental changes also began to take a rather physical effect on David as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away after countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health and allowing the suit David was wearing to fit his body in a much more flattering way. Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David.

*Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? Lifting weights, Drinking protein shakes. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that.*

David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a fair bit of his free time at the gym so he could pump up his muscles, once again causing a ripple effect in the real world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles grew even bigger, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants. Biceps threatening to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt. Thighs thickening into trunks of muscle while his ass swelled up until his pants looked as though they were painted on. Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.

*That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of extra manliness to the body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.*

A shiver traveled across David’s entire body as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he had before increased as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. Spreading up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out of David’s collar, due to his suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair right after, his short beard growing thicker than before! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was growing bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!

*Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I just know a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.*

“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping a few of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.

Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell guy was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.

*I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?*

David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a fresh pair white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.

During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself looked down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.

The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showing off a good portion of David’s strong manly legs, while having gone from being black to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.

Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.

*There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re pretty much ready for your position now! All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.*

The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David was sat having more orders and memories pushed into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.

*Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?*

David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.

*Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.*

With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.

“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.

David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, soon quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.”

Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now… and he should be completely subservient according to that video. “Haha yeah I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.

To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show how the muscle bulged and peaked. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his hairy pecs a little before bouncing them as well. Showing just how large and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had also morphed into a jockstrap! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.

“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question. Walking around his boss’ desk and kneeling down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on! “Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.

“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.

“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.

David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his lips around the shaft, glancing up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of it down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed it down even further. Simply sucking on the rather thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop before jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating the principal’s cock as if it were made out of candy, his bearded chin periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.

“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.

David did just that, standing up and pulling down his shorts, briefly showing off the tent in his jockstrap created by his erection, before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick hairy ass in all its glory to the other man. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased, waving his ass back and forth seductively.

Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.

The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry ass cheeks.

Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.

Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.

“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.

Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.

“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with you load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jock. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.

Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls starting the churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.

“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.

The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.

“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.

“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.

With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.

“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.

“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.

“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”

“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”

David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.

Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…

———

Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason of wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant worked properly. “Seems everything went smoothly this time. Complete override of specific aspects of the subjects reality. Intensity of transformation magic perfectly balanced. Subject didn’t accidentally turn into a massive muscle giant hardly capable of moving nor is he aware of his former life. Seems like I’ve found the correct formula for these transformation videos.” Wavell muttered to himself…

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Frat War

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“Sweet dreams,” he said and knocked on my helmet. Then he gave me the finger straight in my face. “See you tomorrow or whenever,” turned off the lights, and closed the door.

I was alone in the darkness. The only sound I could hear was the vibrator, or perhaps I just felt it and imagined the sound. I tried to jiggle around a bit to see if I could get loose, but I was securely tied up. It wasn’t uncomfortable, perhaps not surprising given all the padded sports gear they forced on me, but I would probably have burning muscle aches when they eventually cut me loose. Right now it was the pungent smell of locker room from the gear that bothered me more, or perhaps even more the sock gag they taped in place. It just kept leaking a foul, sour taste. They can’t be this bad naturally so it must be because of the oil.

Fuck, I’m losing it. My mind keeps wandering and not focusing. I’ll take it from the start.

So someone in the linear algebra class asked if I could walk by the KAX frat house on my way home and hand over some homework to Chase. I didn’t recall seeing him before, but then the class lecture hall is large and some people are watching the classes remotely. I assumed we had spoken though, because how else would he know I passed the frat house on my route? “Sure,” I said and grabbed the manilla folder from him.

After one lecture in mechanics, friction more specifically, I was on my way home. The KAX frat house was a weird-looking brick building that had been some sort of school before it was converted, with a decent-sized front garden. I walked up the gravel walk to the door and just as I was about to press the buzzer the door flung open and a half dozen dudes tackled me to the floor.

“Hey! Let me” was all I managed to shout out before someone stuck a rolled towel between my teeth. I was pressed down into the floor by several hands and knees. “You find it? Is it him?” someone asked. I could hear rummaging above me. “Yeah, it’s here. Schematics, codes, everything. He even put it in a folder with KAX written on it. What a fucking stealth ninja.”

I had been set up! For what I didn’t know, but I started to struggle and shout pleadings to them, which probably came out as muffled nonsense. “Spritz him,” someone else said, and soon after a pair of hands held my head still, while a third inserted something into one nostril, sprayed a mist into it, and I blacked out.

“He’s awake,” someone called out far in the distance, and I wondered who he meant. There was something in my mouth but as I tried to reach for it someone grabbed my arm. Slowly the frat house and the ambush came back to me and I opened my eyes. I saw myself in a large, wall-mounted mirror, sitting relaxed in an armchair that had been placed in a home gym. I was dressed almost completely as a football player. Cleats, socks, tight pants, undershirt, and two guys were about to tie the shoulder pads in place. I had two black streaks under my eyes and duct tape over my mouth keeping whatever in place. There was a funky smell of locker room as if the uniform hadn’t been washed. “Almost done. Keep calm and don’t struggle, and we won’t knock you out again.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t get far if I tried to fight them. The guys put on a football Jersey in the school team’s colors, followed by elbow pads and gloves. Then they helped me up from the armchair and moved me over to their lat pulldown machine, I think it’s called. It looked like it came from a professional gym that I imagine the frat had grabbed at some bankruptcy auction. In the few steps over I could feel something else was wrong. I had been so overwhelmed by the sensations of a full football outfit I hadn’t noticed something was weird in the groin area.

Once seated on the machine the guys started to tie me in place with thick ropes. Another pair of guys carried the armchair out of the room so the only remaining furniture was gym equipment. I was still at a loss for what the purpose, as well as the reason, for all this was. In front of me one guy rolled up a white sock that was discolored as if it had been heavily used in black shoes. He then picked up a small bottle, unscrewed it, and used the dropper from the lid to squirt some liquid into the rolled-up sock. He then tore off a new strip of duct tape, ripped off the tape from my face, replaced the cloth in there with the sock roll, and taped it shut again. I figured if I resisted they would just use whatever that spritz was again.

“We have a private cannabis oil blend with some other shit mixed in that gives you these amazing sexual highs. Just rock hard for hours while you can space out to your favorite porn. Very dangerous to use too often or too long.” He pressed a helmet on my head and locked it in place with the strap. “With the concentration you’re getting, and released over such a long time, you’ll end up forming completely new sexual attractions to whatever you’re subjected to.” He pressed something near my hip and I could feel what might have been a cockring starting to vibrate. “To what is however the question.” He was about to leave when one of the other guys pointed at something on the floor.

He reached down and plugged in an air humidifier. “We put so much effort into this, and I almost forgot it. We’ve been pulling moisture out of gym clothes for months to create this experience for you. I’m really interested in what the outcome is. The original idea was to turn you gay for football jocks, but I think it’s more likely you’ll end up sexually attracted to locker rooms. Or bondage. Well, tell your bros at the frat we won the prank battle this year.”

My mouth was filled with bitter, sour taste and my eyes started having trouble focusing on him.

“Fuck, it stinks. Let’s leave boys before it sticks in the hair. I bet it takes weeks to get out. Sweet dreams,” he said and knocked on my helmet.

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Beer Up

Somehow Zoro had managed to get lost again. The straw hats had only gone ashore for a short stay on this island to buy food in town. That lousy ship’s cook had said something about special fruits that he wanted to buy for Nami and Robin. Zoro preferred to stretch his legs a bit and was now back in the harbour. Unfortunately, he was in the wrong part, because the Straw Hats’ ship was nowhere to be seen.

“Huh? This is where I started walking, isn’t it?” the former bounty hunter asked himself, scratching his head. His swords clinked as he turned around and took another closer look. But that was exactly the number from earlier! 4 5 1 was written on the sign in front of the dark ship. “Or was it 5 4 1? Or was it 1 4 5? Hm, could also have been 1 5 4”, Zoro mumbled, finding this stuff with the numbers somehow very confusing.

“Hey! You there! You with the green hair!” Someone shouted loudly, obviously referring to the swordsman. Zoro turned in the direction of the voice and looked a little bored at the man who was shouting like that.

“What do you want? Tell me, have you seen a blond guy like that with swirls for eyebrows?” shouted Zoro back. The man was standing on one of the ships. And had nothing on except a pair of pants.

“Yes, I did, are you one of the straw hats? They’re on a short trip to the neighbouring island, the captain heard there was particularly good meat there,” the man replied, shaking his head. Zoro smiled wryly. Yes, that sounded like Ruffy. Such a greedy guy…

Hm. Then they would certainly stay away for quite a while. Maybe Zoro could buy himself something to drink in the meantime. “All right, can you tell them I’ll be waiting in town when they get back? Is there a good shop for sake here?” he yelled at the other man and turned to leave.

“Nah, it doesn’t taste good here. Like cat piss. But we have fresh beer here. And we’ll be happy to buy another pirate some,” the man said, whereupon Zoro turned back to him. Was that so smart, going onto someone else’s ship? On the other hand… a cold beer sounded good too. He would train again later, then it didn’t matter. It was the others’ own fault if they just left him here. Slowly Zoro walked up the bridge to the ship and the other man tapped him on the shoulder. He was the same height as Zoro and had dark blue hair. And was really naked except for his pants.

“Welcome aboard. I’m Julius P. Ock, captain of the ship here - just follow me,” the man introduced himself and motioned the swordsman to come after him. The ship was quite different from the Straw Hats’. Zoro didn’t like it somehow. It was a bit musty. Smelled like those navy barracks. By now they were deep inside the ship.

“All right, go on in and get something, I’ll be right there,” Ock said goodbye and Zoro opened the door. At least ten other men dressed the same as Ock were sitting around, laughing loudly and drinking beer. Yes, that barracks smell was definitely coming from here. The door slammed shut behind Zoro. And then it was quiet.

Everyone stared at him. “What are you looking at me like that for? Your captain invited me for a beer. Otherwise I can leave,” Zoro said and stared back. But when he said that, the expressions brightened and several people came up to him.

“Come on, Bro, drink all you want! We’ve got plenty,” they assured him and led him to a table on which one of them placed a giant jug. At the sight of the thick beer foam, Zoro’s mouth watered a little.

“Cheers then, you half-naked ones,” he shouted loudly and toasted the men, who bawled and patted him on the shoulders. No sooner had the first drops of beer wet Zoro’s tongue than he was out of his mind. This was the best beer he had ever drunk! He greedily drank the mug and when he had finished, he let out a very loud belch.

“Yo, can I have another one?” he wanted to ask, but he already had a second jug in front of him. Full of pleasure, he poured its contents down his throat. Then a fourth jug followed. And a fifth. Zoro felt great, even if his belly bulged a little more with each jug. Each time he downed it, he belched loudly. A little louder each time. And the team celebrated him.

“Ungh, this is ungh so delicious,” he moaned. Actually, it was already well filled, but he couldn’t stop. And then suddenly it began to gurgle in his belly. Zoro groaned as his bulging beer belly retreated. The beer made its way through the swordsman’s body, who kept drinking.

His body began to tremble and he felt a strong pressure everywhere. And then suddenly his already respectable muscles swelled. Thick, fat veins pressed against his skin and pumped the blood mixed with beer through his body. Zoro’s pectoral muscles swelled to their triple size, so that he could no longer see the ground when he looked down. With a crunch, his shoulders widened.

“Fuck, yeah - fuckin’ thick,” Zoro said between two mugs, making his huge pecs dance. He was far too drunk to find anything funny. His arms grew wider and heavier as his upper arms reached the size of melons and he could no longer lay them straight against his broad torso. With each sip, more muscles pressed against his skin until his green coat tore loudly and fell to the floor in shreds.

The assembled crew jeered and cheered Zoro to keep drinking. Which he did. All he wanted to do was drink. Another jug. Zoro spread his legs wide apart - they grew until they were as thick as tree trunks. He grunted with pleasure and belched loudly again. “Haha, rich sound, bro,” he said laughing stupidly and scratching his crotch with his free hand.

As if on cue, Zoro groaned as he touched his cock. And did it again. And as he did so, his belly, flat but trained until just now, swelled into a firm beer belly, but still showing the hard muscles.

Zoro’s head felt heavy. And it got heavier and heavier the more beer he drank and the longer he rubbed against his tight crotch. Suddenly a tingling sensation went through his body. Thick green hairs sprouted on his skin like a thousand little ants. „Fuckin hairy bro“, Zoro moaned and his voice dropped significantly. He chuckeled as he saw his thick chest slowly being covered with a rug of hair, leaving almost no free skin.

The hair went upwards and filled his deep pits with the same green hair, leaving him with thick tufts of hair. As soon as his pits were filled a musky smell appeared on Zoro‘s body. He breathed in deeply and moaned as his cock reacted on this musk that he produced. Zoro‘s mind felt dull. Bit by bit he was losing his intelligence while thick hair sprouted on his face. Soon his sideburns grew into a full beard.

„Fuck bro, need to fuck“, Zoro grunted and ripped his already strained pants. With both of his hands he grabbed his cock and started pumping his jock meat. Yeah, he was a fuckin‘ jock. Everytime his thickening hands touched his pubes they grew thicker and longer and produced the same musky odor as his pits. Fuck, he needed release! Furiously he jacked off and his cock filled the space between his hands. Like a plant growing out of grass his cock reached ten inches and became as thick as bottle. His balls swelled and dropped lower, thick semen was splashing inside of them.

Zoro couldn’t think anymore. He was a jock. A dumb smelly jock. He grunted and sweat was pouring down his body. His musk was filling the room. He was no pirate. He was a jock. A bro. A fuckin‘ jock who was fucking, lifting and drinking all the time! And with one deep grunt Zoro came and shot all of his old identity out of his balls. Gallons of cum splattered all over his fellow jock crew mates and they eagerly licked it away, causing themselves to come into their jockstraps.

Zoro was breathing heavily. He was a jock. The biggest and smelliest jock of the Jock pirates. Yeah.

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[aardvarkia]

The Clifton Jocks: Knight

By Aardvark and CallMeCrazy Originally published March 2012.

Daxton Abus Farmsworth was special. He just knew it, he could always feel it inside himself. He was different than everyone else, special, superior. He was such a conundrum, a confusing mix of light and dark amid a wash of stoic exterior. That’s why he told everyone to call him Knight; it drew attention to his dual nature. Strong, yet deep, he knew he was the envy of everyone. At 5'10”, he was of genuinely average height, and his 160 pounds put him at a fairly average weight. But the physical normality didn’t stop Knight. No, no, he was determined to make sure everyone knew just how different he was, that he wasn’t like the other kids at school. He was a gem. Daxton had just moved to this country-ass town to live with a distant aunt and uncle. The Knight changed schools almost every year. He was so special that he couldn’t stay in one place for long. Never mind that at this point he was being shuffled between his most obscure relatives, each waiting for the day he was legally his own damn responsibility. Clifton wasn’t his ideal town - a little too “Leave it to Beaver” for his taste. But it was a new place to show the world how much better he was than everyone else.

He was late the first day. His aunt hadn’t woken him up, apparently she thought he needed sleep. He got dressed in his usual uniform: first, a pair of boxers with a guitar or some movie quote on them; he had tons of pairs of different boxers. Then black jeans or maybe cords, certainly none of the blue jeans kids normally wore. That would be too common for Knight. The last part was his favorite. He had a plethora of t-shirts, each one different from the last. They weren’t plain or filled with some crappy company logo, no. His shirts really expressed who he was, what he was thinking. Knight always wanted to show how different he was.

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[change-your-instinct]

Coach brought out the headphones, handing them to the Athlete. "Before you- wait!"

Too late. Ian had already placed the headphones around his ears. Instantly his expression dropped, muscles relaxed with all tension evaporating. His head fell slightly, his face glazing over into a stare.

Coach sighed, watching as the conditioning began running it's course with the Athlete having forgotten to even put a shirt on.

No big deal.

The phones were a new form of training, putting the athlete into a completely docile and receptive state. Once the track finished, done, the Athlete stood erect, ready to follow any orders. Coach pulled the dazed student out to the field where a ball machine was already setup.

Now they could run a play over and over with the Athlete uncompromising, all tired signals shut off from his head. Only when coach pulled off the headset would it be over, the body forced to endure what was expected of him. Once done, all that was left was a trained and programmed athlete ready to perform without hesitation.

[vcmdcr]

Been a minute. Feel the strength and power of cigars.

[vcmdcr]

Halloween was just for fun, right? It didn’t really matter what you dressed up as. Obviously you weren’t going to turn into a vampire or a shitty cat. You weren’t going to turn into a greaser cigarman either. You were just playing pretend, like when you were a kid.

So you didn’t think anything of it when you put on the leather jacket, planted a cigar in your jaw, and went out on Halloween night. Sure, the smell of the leather, hair grease, and smoke made you feel dizzy, but its a holiday. It’s only normal to get into character. Just go with the flow--smoke a stogie, adjust your jacket, run a comb through your hair. It’s just a costume. It’s just for one night.

So why did you put it on November 1st?

[vcmdcr]

Got one waiting for you.

[vcmdcr]

New year new you. Become a cigarman.

[mickeyblueeyes]

[stogiesbeardsandbears]

What kind of cigarman will Daddy turn you into?

It’s different for every man.

What will you become when he takes you? You might be next.

[vcmdcr]

Bonus for the boys. Who wants to smoke with me?