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I'm not a big fan of generative AI, but employing real people's pictures for this kind of stuff has always felt a bit strange.

Although I don't think AI poses any problem in our community (I personally would never ask an artist for some art to use in my stories), I still think AI-generated pictures are quite soulless and I don't personally find them so appealing, even though the latest models can admittedly generate better results.

The detective was looking at the evidence on the table in complete silence. Once in a while, their eyes would dart out toward the clock, whose ticking was beating time.

After what appeared to be hours, the door finally slammed open and a young man came in with a plastic cup full of coffee in his hand.

"Sorry for being late", he smiled handsomely.

"As always", the detective replied.

"My powers don't work if I'm not well rested, you know."

"If you weren't partying all night every night you could wake up earlier." Before the young man could reply, the detective added, "now, let's not waste any more time. Go ahead."

The young man, whose name was Aiden, silently complied and sat down. "What do we have here?"

"Some clothes of the victim and the bullet we found in his head."

Aiden raised an eyebrow, shifting his face into an "are you kidding me?" expression. The evidence he was getting to work with for the cases was becoming more and more inconsistent each time.

"Look, I know it's not much", the older man tried to justify himself, "We literally didn't find anything out of place, the killer was an expert I think. Not a single footprint, not a fallen object, nothing. That's all I could think of."

Aiden sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ok, ok. I think I can do it." He analyzed the objects one by one, touching them very carefully with his bare hands. Normally it wouldn't be allowed, but for a psychic like him it was absolutely necessary to sense their memory. He meticulously examined the white shirt and the watch of the victim, and finally the bullet that had killed him. While the clothes didn't give him any particular energy - he could maybe sense where they had been bought -, the bullet definitely had something to reveal.

Aiden closed his eyes and focused on the cold metal. Some imagery flowed in his mind: some a shot, two voices arguing.

"I can see something", the young psychic said, his eyes still closed. "They were fighting over... Coke, I think? I mean, the drug, not the drink. A huge load of coke."

"We thought s-"

"Hush! There's someone. The bullet is being shot by a gun - I don't know what model, I'm not an expert. The man holding it... After the murder he went to a coffee shop. And then..."

Aiden's visions were getting blurry, which meant they were almost real-time. He could see a masculine figure sleeping on a bed. The man was completely naked, and his body was definitely buff. Aiden's vision moved over the man's defined abs, towards his thick arm covered in tattoos. The vision was getting closer and closer to the man's face - now Aiden could see his puffy chest. Next was the neck, and a hint of a beard.

Finally, Aiden clearly saw the man's face, peacefully sleeping. He was not young, but still very handsome. Before the young psychic could give a detailed description, however, the man in his vision abruptly opened his eyes, as if he could perceive a presence. Aiden could clearly feel being seen, and he could swear that the criminal was now somehow smiling at him.

However, the psychic couldn't do anything. The killer's sharp gaze was the last thing Aiden saw as both his vision and the world around him went black.

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Aiden woke up with a headache. He couldn't figure out what had happened, as it had never occurred anything like that. He could swear that man could see him through his vision.

With his eyes still closed, Aiden turned over the soft mattress. Wait... Mattress? Where was he? He could feel some fabric touching his bare skin and... Was he naked? In a bed? And what was that smell of cigarettes? Where was he?

He opened his eyes, only to find out that his vision was blurred and the room was poorly lit. He couldn't even sense the object around him. It was like his abilities were... shut down. Probably he was still a bit traumatized by what had just happened.

Aiden tried to get up from the bed he was lying in, and met an unfamiliar feeling, as if he didn't have the same balance he had before. He managed to move his first step on the floor. His body was completely naked, and he could feel his cock swinging around. As he moved the next steps, the feeling of his cock hitting his thighs became slightly annoying, and Aiden resolved to grab it with his hand. It was... Big. Slightly longer and extremely thicker than what he was used to. His hand was almost not enough to contain it. As absurd as it sounded, Aiden was pretty sure that, in fact... That wasn't his dick.

Confused, the young psychic frantically explored the rest of his body. The muscular thighs he found weren't his own either. The higher his hands moved, the clearer it was that he wasn't in his body anymore. The set of chiseled abs he found over that huge cock was completely unfamiliar, and so were the large pecs bulging out right above them. They were covered in a slight hair, and as his finger moved over his nipples, he found an abnormal sensitivity. He played for some seconds with his nipples, lost in a brief pleasure, before snapping back to reality. The shoulders he felt next were unusually muscular, and the bulky muscles of his arms suggested thick limbs that he could have never even imagined to own. Once he reached his head, he was completely sure - as if it wasn't clear enough: it wasn't his body. He didn't have a beard, nor such short hair.

Still holding his massive package in one hand, Aiden ran to the window and opened the curtains. The light suddenly hit him, and he had to protect his eyes with both hands, leaving the huge dick once again at the mercy of gravity.

Once he quickly got used to the light, he finally was able to look down at his new body. It was - as he had felt before - extremely muscular and defined, although clearly older than his real body. And, as he inspected his new appearance, he noticed the great amount of tattoos covering his new skin.

Aiden felt his heart racing. He was increasingly understanding whose body it was. But it wasn't possible. He looked around and found a mirror on the other part of the room. He ran towards it and, as he saw his reflection, his suspicions were confirmed.

A middle-aged, yet extremely handsome face was staring back at him with a shocked expression.

He was in the killer's body.

Aiden incredulously slid his hands over his new face and body, indulging once again over his newly sensitive nipples. How could it be? It wasn't possible.

Unless... That man had some psychic abilities, too.

But it couldn't be.

Aiden had always known he was one of a kind, the only psychic ever existed.

Or maybe he wasn't.

His thoughts were interrupted by a beeping sound. It was the man's phone, lying in the bed.

Aiden rushed to it and looked at the notification.

It was a message from his own number.

The psychic stumbled on the floor and crawled back to the mirror before unlocking the phone - luckily it used facial recognition.

Hey kid

Aiden didn't know what to answer, but he didn't have to. The killer was still writing.

I framed another guy, they won't get you. These idiots really believe whatever I say

Impressive powers anyway

Aiden wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't know where to start or what to write.

How are you doing?

The young psychic started typing an answer, but didn't know exactly what to say. Another message popped up on the screen.

Don't tell me. Show me

What was that about?, Aiden thought. He looked at his reflection - a middle aged, sculpted man with a shocked face. Maybe he could take just a photo. After all, that body seemed to crave for it. And so he did.

The reply from the original owner of that body didn't take long.

Wow, you're fucking hot for your age

As much as he felt uncomfortable, deep down Aiden was enjoying this dangerous role reversal he had found himself into. There was something incredibly arousing in impersonating a handsome, older criminal. But, while the more primitive side of him felt this kind of excitement, his rational side - most of his brain, luckily - wanted to get out of that situation and back to his body, as if nothing had ever happened. So, he had to make sure to comply with every request he would get.

I didn't think there were others like me. Our powers are not the same but we're definitely two of a kind

Aiden knew he was right, and for the first time he felt the need to answer.

Neither did I.

Finally, I thought you couldn't write. We should meet

Will I get my body back?

I don't know what you mean. You're exactly in the body you're supposed to be

Did that guy really mean it? That couldn't be, Aiden thought. He couldn't steal his life like that. But after all, that man had also killed someone, so he could probably do it.

We should meet somewhere safe. I don't want to be seen with someone like you. Your criminal record is massive as your dick

Aiden felt a surge of repulsion, as well as his cock suddenly twitching. Was he... Getting hard? He felt so fucking stupid. And embarrassed. And... Pleased. What the fuck!

I'm coming to your apartment, you have some time to tidy it up. Be sure to hide compromising stuff, I still work with the law and I can't help you forever

Aiden's giant dick was rock hard. He was trying to hide it between his thick thighs, but it kept pushing arrogantly out. Maybe it was that body, maybe the unconventional situation, but he had never felt so horny in his whole life.

What do you want to do?

Just talk. And explore our powers

A man was angrily stomping his heavy feet alongside the swimming pool, his undersized flip-flops regularly making a funny noise which somehow mitigated his intimidating appearance. He was, to say the least, huge. His body was swelling with muscles - strong, veiny arms, sculpted legs, and a couple of solid pecs protruding over a bulging musclegut. His face was not overly mature, but his big, although tidy, beard did make him look some sort of modern-day, fierce viking. However, just like his flip-flops, the tight briefs he was wearing did not seem to fit his frame entirely, largely exposing and highlighting his muscles.

As you may imagine, such a muscle beast did not go unnoticed. Everyone who was chilling by the pool couldn't help but stare at him, either attracted by him, jealous of him or simply despising his evident thirst for attention. What they didn't know, however, was that he was all but happy for all the stares he was receiving. Despite his striking appearance, he was trying so hard to ignore every single person who was looking at him, progressively walking faster.

The muscle beast finally stopped, menacingly towering over a group of young men around their early twenties. His eyes were locked on who seemed to be the boss of the little group, who had followed the big man's movements with a grin depicted on his face the entire time.

"What's with that look, sir? Something's wrong?", the young one asked. His group was giggling and whispering, not trying too hard to hide their comments about how ridiculous the man looked in his undersized swimming gear.

"We need to talk."

More giggling and whispering. The young boss defiantly looked at him for a few seconds before getting up with a sigh. "I'll be right back", he announced.

The man and the lad headed towards a quiet place, not so far from the pool. The big man looked around to make sure nobody could hear them. He was looking at the young one with a furious expression. "Seriously, man? I was with my family when I started changing! It's not fair!"

The younger one didn't seem to mind the scolding that much. Actually, even though the huge man was towering over him with a ferocious attitude, he didn't even seem to be bothered in the slightest. "Not fair? You signed a contract, kid". As he said so, a sheet of paper materialised in his hand.

"I know! But I'm fed up with your old body and your life. You said you'd only take my body for a couple hours at most, and you'd make sure I didn't need it to-"

"I don't remember saying that."

"You're a liar, you did!", the big man whined back, his deep, manly voice distorted into an unfitting lament.

The lad smirked and quickly read what was written on the sheet. "Even if I did, what's important is what's written on the contract you signed. And there's no mention about any kind of limitation for the swap. Ergo, I can take your body whenever I want. I couldn't give a fuck if your little family sees you transforming into a beast of a man."

The older man's face turned red in anger. "That's not what you said! You little-" he violently grabbed his former body, just to be repelled by a burning sensation.

A glimpse of malice flashed in the wizard's eyes, and his now young, attractive smile cracked. "Don't you dare to touch me, kid. I make the rules, and I can change them whenever I want." He was getting dangerously close to the stud, pushing him back towards the wall. They were facing one another, and their noses were mere inches apart. It was quite a paradoxical situation, as the much smaller, apparently armless kid was fiercely towering over that brawny beast of a man. "I could also decide to keep your body forever, and you could do nothing to stop me. Got it?"

The man gulped, and the young one seemed to enjoy it, as an amused smirk came back to his face. "Your friends seem to enjoy my personality more, too. They're wondering why you got so funny all of a sudden, you know? Besides", he ran his hand over the man's bulging abs, "everyone would like to be in your shoes right now. I know, maybe a little... too much. But, for a gay fellow like you, such a body is a blessing."

"H-how do you...", The stud stuttered.

"I'm not an idiot, kid. I could see it from the way you looked at me". The young guy suddenly grabbed the man's crotch. In response, the hunk startled, trying to hide his pleasure. It was no use: his dick was already fattening up, and his tight briefs left nothing to imagination.

"Bu-but... "

"No buts, kid", the wizard whispered in a seducing tone. "I know being older is boring and sucks, but... try to make good use of it, as long as you're in that enviable body. Look at you. You're a sexy, strong daddy. You can do whatever you want. You're free now, and with a spectacular body." The older man gulped as the wizard let him free and stepped back. "Now, go."

The muscular giant moved, heading back to the swimming pool. Before disappearing, he stopped and turned back towards his former body. "When will I have my body back?"

The wizard shrugged. "Erm... I'll need it until tonight, at least. And maybe tomorrow, too. I don't know if the guys are planning something for the next few days. Don't worry though, I'll give it back to you as your holiday ends."

The bulky stud hesitated for a few seconds. He then grunted and clumsily moved on, his undersized briefs hardly hiding his thick boner, and his large feet crushing his unfitting flip-flops.

As the desk phone started ringing, Alexandre woke up with a jolt.

He had apparently fallen asleep on the sofa, and was now trying to understand where he was, who he was, what time it was. He didn't care. He closed his eyes and collapsed on his belly once again.

Some seconds passed, but the ringing wouldn't hint at stopping.

Alexandre finally groaned and stretched towards the coffee table right next to the sofa. His eyes still closed, he fumbled for the retro landline and brought it closer.

Finally, with a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was deep and distorted from sleeping.

"Uh, hello? Who's there?" His mother's voice replied.

Alexandre sighed. "Mum, it's me"

There was silence for a couple seconds. "Are you a friend of Alexandre? Is this some kind of prank?"

"Mum, please, what-"

Before he could end the sentence, Alexandre was struck by a sudden realization. He opened his eyes and looked back.

He was lying supine on the sofa.

And he was naked.

And, most importantly, he wasn't in his body.

Instead of his own teenager frame, his PE teacher's fully-developed physique was lying in front of his eyes.

A strong, powerful arm, covered by a thin layer of light brown hair, was holding up the phone. It wasn't too ripped, but it was muscular enough to see the bulky, solid tricep twitching every now and then beyond Alexandre's will, and a bulging bicep bloated in a hard contraction.

Attached to the arm, a muscular back, which Alexandre couldn't fully see, but he knew very well. He had seen it multiple times, and knew by heart the sexy ouroboros tattooed between his shoulder blades.

The back muscles formed some smooth bumps now and then, leading from Alexandre's nape to his bottom.

Right there, the teacher's legendary ass was raising in its full glory. A couple of squishy, yet impressively solid bubble cheeks was bulging out, staring right back at Alexandre and preventing him from clearly seeing his legs.

He was quite ashamed to admit that professor Bernardi's ass was what had drawn his attention first and made him eager to try his teacher's body. Honestly, nobody in the whole school couldn't help but notice it, also because Mr. Bernardi usually wrapped it up, together with his legs, in tight jeans that didn't let it go unnoticed. To be fair, however, by taking his teacher's appearance, Alexandre had discovered that every pair of trousers was definitely too small for that ass, unless he wanted to wear trousers double his size. Since then, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Mr. Bernardi, as he had no choice but show his beefy ass around like that - which, actually, resulted not only in appreciation, but often in a mock too.

Alexandre instinctively brought a hand to his ass cheeks, caressed the slightly haired skin and clenched his glutes. The soft bubbles instantly turned into solid rock. He could feel that his teacher's meaty dick, buried between his massive abdomen and the sofa, turned into solid rock as well.

Alexandre then proceeded to raise his legs a little bit, just to fully check the body he was in.

Perfect legs for a perfect ass, one would say. From behind his ass cheeks, Alexandre saw two bulky, thick thighs emerging. All their muscles were bulging and twitching in a hard attempt to sustain the whole, heavy legs in the air, and extended all the way down towards a couple of perfectly sculpted calves, partially covered by a pair of black socks that wrapped up the teacher's large feet.

Before Alexandre fell asleep, he was trying on the sexiest outfits he could think of, and this was one - all naked, except for his father's borrowed socks - was one of them.

"Who are you?", Alexandre's mother brought him back to reality. The young man was caught by a sudden anxiety, and, without saying anything, he immediately hung up.

His beefy, large body quickly got up and soon landed his big feet in the floor with a low tud.

Normally, Alexandre would squeeze his teacher's brawny pecs, or play with his strangely hypersensitive nipples, but now he was too worried to even care abut them, or about the massive erection between his legs.

He rushed to his room, carefully balancing his body every step he took. His ass buns twitched and jiggled, but he didn't have time to notice it.

Once in his room, Alexandre took his phone. He had left it on the bed before starting the dress-up session.

He looked at the display.

He felt his heart sink.

"No. No." Was everything he could say.

He threw the phone back on his bed and covered his face with his large hands. He could feel his teacher's thin beard gently scratching his skin.

"What am I gonna do now?"

The instructions of the potion were clear. No more than two hours in a different body, or the shapeshift will be irreversible.

Alexandre loved that body, of course. But one thing was playing with it in his spare time, another thing was being trapped inside of it for the rest of his life. Not to mention the fact that the true Mr. Bernardi was still there, and Alexandre couldn't live his life even if he wanted to.

The young man - not so young anymore - headed to the bathroom, where he had left his shape-shifting kit.

"Maybe... I can still try."

He fumbled for the antidote inside the kit pack. As he found the little vial, he uncorked it and guzzle all the liquid.

Alexandre waited for some seconds, standing in front of the mirror. His teacher's face was staring back at him with an unnatural intimidated expression and wet eyes.

Time passed, and his short, light brown hair and beard were still there.

His juicy pecs, moving up and down according to Alexandre's breath, didn't change in the slightest.

His abs, covered by a thin pad of fat, contracted in fear.

Nothing was changing.

Alexandre threw the antidote vial to the ground.

"Putain!", he roared, and immediately ran to his parents' room.

He couldn't stay at home for sure, as his mother would probably come in less than thirty minutes. The only thing he could do was to search for the guy that had sold him the kit and find a remedy, hoping not to meet the real Mr. Bernardi in the meantime.

But first, Alexandre had to find some clothes that could fit his giant ass...

I love summer.

I love the sea.

I love the beach.

I love seeing all those youngsters ready to all the summer relationships, the summer boos, the secret kisses on the night beach, ready to learn about life and grow up.

Not everybody does that, though. There are shy guys too.

Some of them need a little help to get into the summer mood. You can see these poor guys, alone or with their family, looking at their peers with a hint of envy and melancholy, waiting for someone to get them and let them in this world of fun and carefreeness.

And that's where I come into play.

I can free them from their dullness.

I can offer them a great time. A summer with no parents and an awesome party.

And I get a great time as well.

It's a win-win situation.

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Álvaro was sitting on a cliff, looking at the people on the beach nearby.

Everyone was having fun.

Children were playing with sand.

Teenagers, mostly enjoying a swim.

A group of guys about his age was hanging around on the shore, not far from him. They were joking around and laughing. One of them was holding a ball in his hands. They were about to play.

He sighed.

Everyone was having fun, except for him. Which was kind of absurd, if you think that most of those people were tourists.

Álvaro, on the other hand, had always lived  in Seville, so one would think he had made lots of friends there.

But, in reality, he hadn't.

He had always been bad in making friends.

He was the kind of guy who is too shy to approach people. And, when he did so, he was too uncomfortable not to look and act like a weirdo.

He had always considered himself unfit to deal with others. It was just out of his league. And, therefore, he had spent his life studying hard, both to keep himself busy and disguise his loneliness.

However, during summer, when nothing was left to study, Álvaro had to face reality.

And that was why he didn't like summer.

"Is something bothering you?", a manly voice asked.

Álvaro started.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm here"

The voice was coming from his back. Álvaro turned, and he saw a man sitting on the wall that divided the cliff from the street.

He was probably around his mid thirties, but still very handsome. While not properly muscular, his body was fit and in good shape. Overall, Álvaro found him very attractive.

"It's hard to ignore all your sighs. Is everything okay?", the man asked with a concerned look, half hidden behind his sunglasses.

"Yeah, I'm okay", Álvaro muttered.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Diego, by the way."

"Álvaro."

"Nice to meet you, Álvaro. Are you from here?"

Diego was being a little too invasive for Àlvaro, but his energy was charming. Besides, the young man was feeling so lonely he didn't mind having a conversation with anybody at the moment.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Nope, I'm on holiday. I'm from Madrid."

"Cool."

"Yeah, not in summer. Unless you like mosquitoes and unbereable heat, of course."

Àlvaro chuckled. Diego sounded fun.

"So, Álvaro... Why don't you enjoy the sea like everyone else? Are you worried for something?"

"Uhm, no, not really. I just don't like the beach. It's boring."

"Then you must have boring friends. With the right people, the beach is awesome. A big, open party from morning to late night." Diego's eyes were piercing into Àlvaro's. As much as he looked very friendly and nice, Àlvaro couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. And charmed. There was something about him... Álvaro didn't know what it was, but he seemed a very likeable person.

As much as he was a reserved person, Álvaro didn't want the conversation to end. So he replied honestly.

"To be fair, I'm usually alone when I come here. And I'm pretty boring. Maybe that's why."

Diego burst into a heartfelt laugh. "You don't seem a boring person, not at all. Are you trying to tell me you have nobody to come here with?"

Álvaro felt a bit mocked. "Yeah. And you, why are you alone? Are you trying to tell me you came here alone?"

"Woah, somebody's salty, huh? Chill down, I was just asking", Diego said, as he playfully raised his hands. "But, since you're so interested, yeah, I came here alone."

"Hah."

"Hey, all my friends are working right now, it's not my fault."

"Yeah, sure."

Diego glared at Álvaro. It was a playful, but somehow menacing glare. And charming, for sure.

"Well, since I'm alone, and you're alone, we could be alone together. I need a guide for Cádiz, after all."

"Uhm, no thanks. I have better things to do rather than staying under the boiling sun to show you around."

"Like what?"

"Like staying here. The air is cooler."

Diego rolled his eyes. He later gave a look at his phone. "Sorry, I have to go", he said as he suddenly got up. "Then it's decided. Tomorrow at six. Let's meet at that chiringuito", he pointed at the little building on the beach, not too far from where they were. "Yo invito, of course."

"What?", Álvaro was taken aback. "But I didn't even..." It was no use, as Diego had already vanished.

Everything was too weird to be true.

But Álvaro liked that guy, after all.

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"Hey, you came, after all! I was a little worried you wouldn't show up", Diego greeted Álvaro with a huge smile and a tight hug. Maybe too much.

"Uhm, yeah, I couldn't refuse a free drink", the young man replied as they both approached the counter.

"I knew you wouldn't resist. So, what do you want?"

"Mojito?"

"A little basic, but ok."

Once they were given their drinks, the unlikely duo went on talking for a long time. Álvaro didn't exactly know why, but he liked talking with Diego, and found it so easy that he didn't mind opening up with him. He felt comfortable, and even understood.

"So, what are your plans for your future? You're staying here, or...?", Diego asked as the sky was slowly turning dark.

"I... I don't know, honestly. I've always study so much, but... For what? I feel like I want to change. Drastically. But I don't know how, or what to do. I just wish I could be more carefree."

"Mh, I see..."

"Sorry, I'm annoying, I know."

"Oh no, it's not that." Diego bit his lip, and then looked at the sky. "Listen, what if we eat together, and then we go party together?"

"I don't know...", Álvaro muttered. "I should tell my family first..."

"Aw come on, you'll have fun! It's just for one night, if you don't like it you can go whenever you want!"

Álvaro looked at Diego with an insecure expression.

"I have nobody else. Please, do it for me." Diego begged as he pulled out a pair of puppy eyes.

Álvaro sighed. He didn't like parties, but he hadn't actually been to a party in his whole life. Maybe he would change his mind, after all.

"Fine. But I have to tell my parents I'm not eating at home."

"Sure", Diego replied with a victorious grin.

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It was midnight when they got to the nightclub. It was some meters from the beach, not far from where they had met.

The party was outdoors, but still there wasn't enough space for all the people.

Maybe it was a little too crowded for Álvaro's standards. He felt a bit lost and uncomfortable. That kind of environment was completely unfamiliar to him.

Diego immediately perceived that.

"Don't worry, we'll have fun. You just have to drink something."

"If you say so..."

Álvaro decided he would stick to Diego all the time. He felt like some kind of little brother who doesn't know what to do without his older and much more expert sibling.

They headed to the bar.

"Hey, what can I do for you?", the bartender winked to Diego.

Diego smirked cockily. "Hey, cutie. Two mojitos are fine. For now", and he winked back.

Álvaro soon realized something he hadn't even taken into consideration. "Wait, you're gay?"

Diego looked at him with an amused expression. "Bisexual, actually. But yeah, I lean towards men more. Is that a problem?"

Álvaro felt his cheeks burn. "What? No, no. But just to make things clear, I'm not. I didn't think this was some kind of date."

Diego laughed. "I know, I know. I didn't get any gay vibe from you. Also, you're not my type. Too young and slim."

"Hey!"

"It's not a bad thing. But if you were a older, and more..." Diego stared at the barman once again, and then back at Álvaro with a malicious grin.

"Like him?"

Diego firmly nodded.

The barman was older than him, for sure, maybe in his early fourties. His hair was salt and pepper, and, while perfectly trimmed, his beard gave him a somehow rebellious look. His tank barista top let Álvaro see a muscular body. Not too well-defined, as some fat hid the sharp shapes of his muscles, but definitely thick.

The young man assumed that was the feature Diego liked the most.

"You're into daddies. Nice."

Diego didn't have time to answer, as they were both served their mojitos.

"Let's go dance, come on", Diego pulled Álvaro towards the crowd.

"But... The drinks..."

"Drink and dance!"

Álvaro tried to emulate Diego, but unseccesfully.

His unlikely friend was bouncing from a stranger to another, twerking with a beautiful girl a second before, and with a dilf a second later.

All Álvaro could do was to follow him around while feeling uncomfortably out of place.

As the song ended, Diego looked at him with a shocked expression.

"You're still sober? Another drink!"

"Wait, my head's spinning!"

"Not enough, you're not dancing", Diego replied as he disappeared between the people.

Some second later, he was back with two cocktails.

"What is this?", Álvaro yelled.

"What? The music is too loud!"

"WHAT IS THIS?"

"Alcohol!", was all Diego could say before going back to dancing.

Álvaro didn't want to drink more than necessary. But, as he watched his friend having fun, he felt he wanted to have fun as well.

So he ignored his dizziness and sipped the weird, unknown cocktail.

He immediately felt that drink was strong.

Very strong.

But he didn't care, and went on drinking.

It didn't take too long before the world around him started spinning.

All the lights blend in his eyes.

Diego disappeared.

Or maybe he was there, and Álvaro couldn't see him.

But now, he felt carefree enough to be on his own, and he didn't need Diego anymore.

His legs started moving.

His whole body started moving.

He grabbed someone, a girl, and they did something. Maybe they were dancing, maybe kissing. Álvaro couldn't really tell.

He felt lightweight and happy.

He wobbled around, shaking his limbs, and grabbed someone else.

And then bounced to another one.

And then he was alone, and maybe many people were watching him dance.

"Are you having fun?", Diego's voice asked.

"Yeah!"

"Would you like to have this fun more and more?"

"Yeah!"

Álvaro felt lighter, and higher than ever.

He felt powerful and big.

He felt like he was swelling up. His clothes couldn't contain him, and ripped apart.

And then, many hands were trying to grab his naked skin from every direction.

"Hey, he's with me!", Diego jokingly screamed. "You're with me, aren't you?"

Álvaro nodded. Before he could realize what he was doing, their lips instinctively blended.

And then, he sipped what was left of his cocktail.

That's the last thing he would remember.

------

The following afternoon, Diego was back to the beach.

He was reading a book, The Alchemist. Paulo Coelho was one of his favourite authors.

His reading was interrupted by the sound of some heavy steps. A pair of large feet appeared in the distance, right above the book.

"Wanna go for a swim?", a manly, deep voice asked.

Diego licked his lips. That voice was incredibly hot.

He finally raised his face, a thirsty smile depicted on his mouth.

"Of course I want, Álvaro."

A burly, middle-aged man was impatiently standing before him.

He was heavily suntanned, and all his buff physique was perfectly shaven, letting his tough skin reflect the sun rays.

Nothing was left of the old Álvaro, except for the face, which was now more mature and covered in a dense beard.

As for the body, the man now looked more like the barman Diego had flirted with the night before.

Bulky and muscular, but not ripped.

Brawny pecs and thick arms, just as Diego loved, a little chubbed up with a thin layer of fat.

And, between his fleshy thighs, a generous bulge was enclosed in a tight, pink speedo.

Diego thought it was so fucking hot.

"Everything for you", Diego added sheepishly.

Álvaro squatted, his beefy legs squeezing under his weight. His mouth got closer to Diego. "Hey, there's no way you can give me some... Decent briefs?", he whispered. Or, at least, he tried to, as the baritone voice he now had didn't allow him to speak as softly as he wanted to.

"What? You don't like them?" Diego did his puppy eyes.

"Yeah but... I mean, they look good on this god-tier body. But everyone keeps staring at me and..."

"And what? Let them talk. You are super hot." Diego squeezed Álvaro's pecs. The man, still unfamiliar with all of that, couldn't help but giggle and blush.

"Aw, you're so cute", Diego gave him a little peck. He then got up, and headed towards the shore with Álvaro.

"Also, was it really necessary to make me... Gay, you know? There are some hot chicks I would like to..."

Diego shrugged. "That's the price. If you want to go back to your old self, just tell me"

Álvaro stopped, and so did Diego. Álvaro's large hand grabbed his friend's chin.

The sky was pitch black. Not a cloud in sight.

A full moon was shining over the countryside, and millions of stars shily outlined the Milky Way.

Only a few people were walking in the desert streets, returning home from a fun night.

The air was warm and still. The only constant sound were the ubiquitous calls of crickets and frogs raising from the grass.

It had been a very hot June, one of the hottest in the last decades. It was humanly impossible to step outdoors during the day. The temperature were bearable in the night only, when a sporadic, gentle breeze would occasionally blow.

Most of the windows were closed, but those who weren't lucky enough to own an air conditioner kept all their bedroom windows open. It was not the safest choice for sure, but the idea of a robbery was far better than enduring the pain of a sleepless night due to the heat.

Mattia kept his bedroom window open, too, even though his parents had told him to close it multiple times. A small fan was located right next to it, and the air current it generated directly whirled towards his bed, where he was quietly snoring.

The young man was sleeping supine, only wearing a pair of briefs. His lean, tonic body was beaded in sweat. It was not a bad thing, as it made the current feel much cooler than it actually was. However, it wasn't enough to allow a peaceful sleep, so he would occasionally toss and turn to reach the cooler parts of his sheets and pillow.

The white noise of the fan was the only thing that could be heard in the room. It was a relaxing, recurring sound that Mattia personally loved, and thought to be extremely useful to get to sleep. The atmosphere was chill and peaceful.

It was about 3 am when the quiet darkness was interrupted by a white flashlight for less than half a second.

A metallic sound, a hustle. In a split second, a slender, humanoid shadow had creeped inside Mattia's bedroom, and was now menacingly standing beside his bed.

It stayed still for a minute, eeriely staring at the young man.

He looked in good shape, he was a healthy candidate, the thing thought.

After all, they had observed him for a long time. Empirically, he was the best choice.

The being slowly bent over the sleeping human. It couldn't afford to wake him up.

It fidgeted with the device it was holding, some sort of weird, ball-shaped thing, and gently touched the human's neck.

Mattia flinched in his sleep, but didn't wake up. The drugs he had just been injected would prevent him from fully waking up for the next hours.

Another creature, a bigger one, silently creeped into the room with the same agility of a liquid, and pulled out a small pod that started inflating. Once it was big enough, both aliens picked up Mattia and put him inside the floating pod, careful enough not to hurt him.

Afterwards, they headed back to the balcony. Five hundreds meters above, their spaceship was waiting for them.

Another sudden white flash of light, and the two of them - plus the pod containing Mattia - had vanished.

------

Mattia was woken up by the daylight and the chirping of birds. He was lying down, supine, in an incredibly uncomfortable environment. His back was pressing against a hard, irregular surface, and something spiky would occasionally brush against his skin.

His body was numb and sore. Not like when you get up from your sleep. Rather, he felt like he had just recovered from a severe illness, with the aftermath of some tremendous physical pain.

As he opened his eyes, he realized he was facing the blue sky. He was surrounded and deeply buried in a field of golden grass, maybe barley.

'Where the fuck am I?', he thought. His head hurt so much. His back, maybe even more.

What had happened? The last thing he could remember was going to bed.

Or maybe...

He could faintly hear some weird noise, maybe a voice or two, or maybe some animal's calls. And he faintly remembered some cold material, maybe a metallic thing, touching his head. And then... An acute pain.

But no, it was a dream. It didn't feel real at all.

Mattia shivered. 

He closed his eyes again, tighter, to get rid of the pain.

'Is this some fucking prank? A dream?'

He opened his eyes again. No, the sky was still there. And he soon realized that the barley spikes brushing against his skin meant he was naked, too. What was going on?

His head still throbbing, Mattia tried to get up. He pressed his hands into the ground, and pushed his torso forward. His body was numb and heavy, but he managed to do it with extra effort.

His eyesight, however, was now blurry.

Some seconds passed before he could see his surroundings one again. Shapes started forming before his eyes.

The golden barley, the blue sky, the brown soil. And, then, his legs. His hairy, thick and burly legs...

'Wait.'

"WHAT THE FUCK?!", Mattia burst out in a grave, exploding voice that startled even himself. Too panicked to pay attention to his sickness, the young man instinctively brought a hand to his mouth. Instead of his hairless, shaven face, his hand met a short, spiky beard.

Mattia rubbed his whole face in confusion. It didn't feel like his own face. It was... Different. His hand moved towards his head. His hair was much shorter than before, too.

In the meantime, his gaze was now investigating what had happened to the rest of his body.

His huge, beefy thighs spread, revealing a meaty and large cock. His lean, cut abs were long gone, replaced by a bulky musclegut, covered in a thin layer of blonde hair.

Above it, a pair of bulging pecs, as hairy as his gut, stuck out where, just the day before, a plain and hairless chest stood. Mattia firmly grabbed a pec and tightly squeezed it. He could feel it. It belonged to him, no doubt.

Even his hands were much larger than the hands he was used to. They were so rough. And his new arms, well... Bloated in muscle fibers. Gone were his thin arms, now enveloped in round, squishy biceps and sculpted triceps.

He had never seen someone so big as he was now in real life. He looked like one of those bulking athletes he would occasionally see on Instagram.

Mattia smacked both his large hands on his forehead. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?", he thundered, almost in tears.

His breathing was fast, and his head was spinning.

He was trying his best to stay calm, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to do, where he was, who he was.

One thing was sure: he couldn't sit there without doing anything.

He tried to get up.

He curled up, and then pushed himself up with all the strength he had in those muscular, sore legs. With great effort, he was standing in the middle of the barley field.

He stretched, and every muscle of his body hardened and twitched.

Then, he looked down.

"Woah", was all Mattia could say. He could now see his new, huge physique in all its might. His thick legs, his monstrous cock, his bulging torso partially hiding what was beneath. He couldn't resist the urge to run his large, hairy hands on all that bonanza, lingering on his meaty dick. Then, he tried to strike a pose, just to observe all his overdeveloped muscles squeezing.

"T-this is...", Mattia couldn't finish the sentence. His voice, now deep and grave, almost authoritarian, didn't match at all his insecure tone.

He was starting to feel a bit horny, and his cock was slowly hardening and inflating. But, as much as he liked his new appearance, he was still shocked and somehow scared, and his worries were directed towards his next move.

The young man - now, more like a fully grown adult - looked around.

In the very distance, he could catch a glimpse of a small town. A couple farmhouses, a yellow bell tower, some rural buildings. He had no idea where he was, but that was his only possible destination, so he finally set off.

He took his first step. It was hard for him to balance his new weight, probably more than doubled in such a short time, and his new height, consiserably increased. However, in the end, he was finally able to manage the new physics he was subjected to.

"What the fuck is going on?", Mattia whispered - or rather tried to, as his voice was now too deep and roaring - as he observed in awe his brawny limbs responding to his will. Had he grown overnight? Was he inside someone else's body? And, most importantly, how did that happen?

All these thoughts crowded Mattia's mind, but it was hard for him to focus while being in that body. Every step he took, he could feel his large cock, half hardened, wobbling and smashing violently against his hypertrophic quadriceps, like a solid, heavy clock pendulum. Barley spikes would brush and stick to it, to his bulky legs and to his round butt. He had to sweep away all the spikes from his buttocks every now and then, and every time he did so, he couldn't help but sink his strong fingers in his squishy glutes, making his dick harder and harder in pleasure.

The body he was currently in was the kind of body he had always been attracted to. If he hadn't been too shocked, he would've probably stopped right there and jerked off without hesitation. However,  he had to fight that instinct.

----

It took Mattia about half an hour to get to the town he had seen.

He tried his best to cover his dick and his ass before entering the town, but, needless to say, they were both too much to handle.

As soon as he came across the first locals, a straight couple about his age - his original age -, he started asking for help.

Their reaction was quite strange indeed. They didn't scream, nor called the police. They just kept staring at him with a very confused expression.

"Please, I don't know what to do, I don't remember what happened, I only know I went to bed yesterday night and I got up here", Mattia tried to explain, running out of his breath.

A couple other people, in the meantime, had gathered around him, and was now staring at him with the same confused, almost surprised face.

Against all odds, the people helped him.

They really didn't talk to him much, as they looked much more shocked than he was, even though he really couldn't understand why.

Mattia was offered some clothes - too small and tight for him, of course, but better than nothing. He wanted so bad to call his family to tell them he was okay, but he knew they wouldn't recognize him. Fuck, he couldn't even recognize himself.

The young girl he had first met called the police. She got a little far from him, but he could faintly hear what she said.

"We found a man, he says he just woke up in the fields and... he says he can't remember what happened, and... He's... It's... "

Mattia couldn't hear the rest.

In less than thirty minutes, agents in black and green uniforms came.

While most of them asked questions to the locals, Mattia was gently led to a black car and taken away.

----

It was a shock for Mattia to learn that he was now inside Tommaso Colombo's body. The hot model and rugby player had mysteriously disappeared about a month before from his apartment, in Trento. While rugby isn't exactly a popular sport in Italy, the news had soon spread all over the country due to the strange circumstances of the event. His security cameras had showed weird, circular interferences the night he had disappeared. Some conspirationist thought about aliens, some sceptic was sure it was just some video editing. In any case, nobody had seen him from that moment... Well, until now.

Luckily, the agents of the military Italian Department for the Strange and Anomalous had managed to cover up what had happened to Mattia. Nobody else except five or six people in a small town close to Lucca knew about it. And, luckily, they had accepted to shut up without asking for money.

The Department took care of Mattia's situation with great professionalism. They called his parents and explained the situation. Naturally, his parents didn't believe them at first. However, once they visited the Department headquarters, Mattia's memories and attitude finally convinced them - not easily - that the big blonde hunk they were looking at was their actual son. In the end, they brought him back home, and learnt to deal with having a beefy rugby player as a son.

As for Mattia, well, he didn't feel bad at all for the change. Sure, he had to adjust to his new identity - he was now legally Tommaso Colombo - and his new age. Everything for him was now different. But, except for those little things, everything was better.

Being a grown-up, he could finally move from his parents' house. He started working as a model, and his days only consisted of photoshots and gym. And, of course, picking guys up was now easier than ever.

Not that he needed other guys, of course. The body he was in was enough for him to have fun. He could jerk off by just literally watching himself posing in the mirror, or by touching his own body. Tight, revealing clothes became his favourite. Not because he wanted to be liked, but because he found himself hot.

Basically, the life he had always dreamt of was now his.

----

The aliens had followed everything.

They were astounded.

The procedure had worked, even though not as they had planned.

They hadn't exactly managed to revive the dead  Human Subject #953. Not in a traditional way, at least. His consciousness and memories weren't restored.

However, they probably had done something much better and interesting. If it worked for their species as well, the applications would be endless.

The tallest alien, the doctor that had performed the procedure, looked over the pod where the body of Human Subject #1003, the so-called "Mattia", was stored.

Believe me when I say dating apps can be really dangerous, much more than you may think. I never believed people who told me so, but I learnt this lesson at my own expense.

It all started last Saturday.

I was wandering on Grindr to find some fun. I was home alone and I had nobody to hang out with, so it seemed a good option. I've always been lucky with guys on Grindr, as a single photo of myself convinced them that I was worth a hookup. And I have to admit, I couldn't really blame them.

That day I didn't get any attention from muscular hung guys, though. All I could get was some unwanted message from people I would never even hang out with, let alone hooking up. There was a specific guy, that day, that kept texting me insistently. He was an overweight, thirty-something man, both too fat and too old for my standards.

At first, I tried ignoring him. After all, I was used to this kind of stalkers, and I would normally block them straight away. But, as I was quite bored and I couldn't find anything else to do, I decided to have some fun with him.

"You're a fucking big guy, you know?", I teased.

"Oh yeah? You like it? This belly is waiting for you to feed her 😏". He sent me a bunch of photos of his fat frame squeezed in tight clothes.

I couldn't believe he thought a guy like me could like a being like him.

"I know exactly what I could feed you"

"What? 😜"

I sent him a picture of my body.

He liked me, of course. A lot.

"Well I'm home right now, if you want you can come over 😏"

"For what?"

"To feed me with all that cute, sexy stuff you have there of course"

I giggled. It was my turn.

"What? Oh no, I was just showing off a body you could never have. I should feed you with humility, how can you even imagine I would accept to meet an old chunk like you? You would probably eat me"

"What the fuck man? It's not me the one who needs humility lesson, get over yourself"

"You can't even fit your own clothes, what do you expect? Just buy clothes twice larger, you need them. And stop bothering normal people with your sick kinks. You must be thirty or something, grow up and go work"

"Wtf?? You serious? Okay you may not like me, but it doesn't mean you can treat me like shit. Be more respectful"

"Yeah, sure. You should be grateful I even replied to you. A fat slob like you probably has never seen a dick in his life, these photos are the best thing you will ever get. And I'm being too kind to share them with you"

I sent him all the photos I could find. I wanted to show off my body a little more and make him envious.

My lecture apparently worked. He didn't text me back, and I had spread some awareness about online harrasment. I hate people who think they can do whatever they want, especially if they obviously can't.

I thought it was over like that, as other times. But I was terribly wrong.

The next morning, as I woke up, I had the worst surprise of my life.

Even before I opened my eyes, a strange scent invaded my nostrils. It was some sort of damp, sweet and acrid smell, and it was everywhere in the air.

As I finally open my eyes, I was greeted by an unknown room. A weak sunlight entered through the shutters - even though I had never had shutters.  The walls were completely white, opposed to my brightly colored room, and all my posters and frames had disappeared. My led lights had been replaced by a dull, cheap light at the center of the ceiling, which was quite old and could probably fall off at any time soon.

My vision was a bit blurry, so everything felt like a dream. While I was still processing all my surroundings, I heard a somehow loud noise and the room was shaken. It was probably a train passing by.

I was extremely dizzy and confused, to say the least. I felt like I had just been on a roller coaster. But still, I was pretty sure not to be in a dream, and I needed answer.

I groaned and stretched. I felt terribly heavy, and I felt like I was being all squeezed up. It was not a bad feeling, it was almost pleasant. But it was weird. I tossed a little bit, but the feeling didn't go away. I stretched an arm, I moved it to my belly to scratch it, and then... I felt it.

A flaccid, hairy mass of fat was attached to my stomach. It was real, it was breathing. And it was mine, it was part of my body.

I shook in fear, and I quickly looked down. Instead of my tonic, lean body, a pair of bulky moobs and a round belly were bulging out, preventing me to see my own crotch and feet.

That floppy mass was bouncing in response to my own breath. Luckily, I didn't get to see my fat torso completely naked, as a grey t-shirt was trying to cover it - even though it didn't really do well, as it was too small to contain it. Half of my belly was still hanging out of it, covered in a thin layer of hairs.

I was completely astonished. I poked my body to check if it was true. I felt my own finger sinking in the fat. It was... Shocking.

I tried to get up, but my new weight prevented me to do so. My fat made me much heavier, and getting up was a challenge.

When I finally manage to sit, I was completely soaked in sweat. It was the same sweet and acrid smell I had smelled before, and while it wasn't the worst, I really didn't like it. While sitting, I could feel my hefty gut pressed against my thick legs.

I pushed hard to get up on my feet, and almost tripped over myself. Not only was I more than twice my former weight, but I was considerably taller too.

I looked down once again. The bulging gut was still there. I grabbed it tight, as I couldn't believe it was true, and I clumsily wobbled towards a mirror I had just noticed. Every time my large, chunky feet stepped on the ground, I could swear the apartment shook. I felt like a fucking gorilla.

As I arrived in front of the mirror, my heart skipped a bit. A bearded, plump face of a thirty-something year old man was staring back at me. It was the guy I had texted the day before on Grindr, and he was even worse than I remembered. He was wearing a ridiculously tight Grey t-shirt that let a good chunk of flabby gut hanging out, and a pair of equally tight black shorts. Just like me, he was holding his half-naked gut, and just like me, he had a horrified expression depicted on his face.

I got closer to the mirror, still shaking in disbelief, and he did exactly the same.

I shook my round belly, and he mimicked me.

I lifted my Grey t-shirt, and he did it too, revealing a jiggling ball of fat. Disgusted, I immediately pulled the t-shirt down, and so did he.

I curled my arm to strike a pose, and he did it as well, showing off his chubby, but quite thick, biceps.

I did a spin, squeezed my meaty thighs and glutes, and he mimicked me.

My eyes were almost flooding with tears. That was me. I was him. What was going on? It was his fault, there was no other explanation.

I looked around myself, and noticed a phone on the bed. I rushed toward it and fell on the bed with a low tud. For a second, I almost feared the bed would break under my weight.

I unlocked the phone with my fingerprint and quickly opened Grindr. The chat with my former self was still there. And it was online.

"What have you done?", I texted.

I received an answer almost immediately.

"Oh, look who's back! What are you talking about?"

"Stop fucking around. Turn me back to myself, now."

"I don't think you are in a good position to be so aggressive 😜 first take a nice photo for me, then we can discuss"

"I'm not playing. I'm ruining your life."

"Oh yeah? And how? No thing's gonna change until I decide so. Now be nice and send me a photo, I remember I was wearing a very nice outfit yesterday night😁"

I was raging inside, but I couldn't really do much. I looked at myself in the mirror. Because of my anger, I was breathing so deeply that my belly kept jiggling up and down. Disgusting.

I took a photo.

"Woah, are you this fat for real? No wonder you don't get any dick 🤣"

My blood was boiling in rage. How did he dare? "I don't know what you want from me, but I'll give you one more chance. Swap me back and get lost. Now."

"Your clothes don't even fit your fat belly, you should wear your oversized clothes. Or did someone throw them away? 😜"

I rushed towards the wardrobe. It was so difficult to control my movement, as I felt incredibly heavy. I was also considerably taller, which didn't make things better.

I opened the closet. There were only a few clothes, all of which were clearly too small to fit me. The ones I was wearing were probably the largest ones, and still they were so tight it was almost painful. And somehow arousing.

"You are a fucking bastard. You can't do it. If you want to have sex with me, fine, we can, but this is not how things work. You can't always have what you want, and you'll learn it."

"I guess being squeezed by those tight t-shirts makes you soo horny, huh? I can't blame you, I know how it feels. But sadly I know you don't really like me, so it would be unfair to force you in doing something you don't want to 😢 also, I think you are a little too old for me now"

"You're a fucking hypocrite! You're stealing my life without any good reason. Yesterday I just told you what is true, not what you wanted to hear. Even if I hadn't you you're a perverted fatty, you would still be one. I was just honest."

"No, you were completely rude and arrogant. I'm sure spending some time as a "perverted fatty" will help you realize that everyone needs to be respected, even you 😘"

"I'm coming to my place. Let's talk face to face, I guess you're not so brave in person."

"Oh no, don't bother. I'm not there, I knew you would come so I took a nice vacation that will last for... Uhm, I don't know, could be forever. Oh btw I hope you don't mind if I used your money. You know, I had this nice spell that let me access your memories, so I thought it would be nice to now your bank account credentials while I'm you. And don't worry about my bank account, even if you knew my credentials, I don't have rich parents like you, so it wouldn't make any difference. And I also got fired last week, so... Meh 😢 BUT I know there is a very large community of weight gainers and feeders on OnlyFans that could help you earn some money. "

"FUCK YOU! Go die!"

"Ooh, one day I will. I will die in this beautiful body 😍 You, on the other hand, well... I hope your coffin will be big enough 😘"

I felt helpless. "Please, please, swap us back."

"Mhh, I'll see in some days. For now just get used to it. Idk, go eat something, or go shopping for some new clothes... It would be fun to see you walking in the streets with that tight shirt, you know? You could send me a photo 😏 And go take a shower please, I haven't had one since yesterday morning, I can tell you're sweating like a pig from here 🤢"

Before I could even reply, he sent another message.

"I'm switching your phone off for now, bye and good luck xoxo 😘😘"

He couldn't be serious.

I dialed my phone number, but apparently he had really switched my phone off.

I was fucked.

I clumsily stepped in front of the mirror once again. I smelled myself, and he was right, I needed a shower.

Dear readers,

I'm so sorry I couldn't update this blog that much lately.

My life has been quite a mess.

I had to study for many exams in the past two months, so I had no time at all, not even to breath. I unironically started studying like four days before each exam session, I stayed up late and lost hours of sleep. Still, I managed to pass them all - and with high grades too, to be fair.

I was about to get graduated next week.

Everything seemed so nice and pleasant, for once.

However, my life is miserable and things took an unexpected turn for the worse, as always.

I have no idea how I got here. I just woke up one day and... I don't know, I was somewhere else, in someone else's body.

Yeah, of course I like body swaps and that kind of shit, but it was always meant to be a joke, a fantasy. I didn't expect it to actually happen, especially to me, especially one week before my graduation.

But... Here I am.

Yes, I'm hot, I know. I was lucky in my misfortune. But that's not the point... After all, there's nothing wrong in having fun with your newly-acquired brawny body. You'd do it too.

The problem is, a random, older-than-me jock is going around inside my body. And, what's worst - while I'll be flexing his pecs and biceps, because I'll keep doing it - he'll fail my final dissertation and make me look bad in front of everyone.

I mean, I'm not saying he's dumb only because he's a burly gym rat, but you have to admit that the odds are not on my side. Plus, I really doubt he'd know what to say even if he were smart.

Oh well, there's not much I can do right now. I hope we'll get back to normal before my graduation.

In the meantime, I'll keep having fun. I need to get distracted. And I also like being a hot, large daddy for once. Everyone looks at me with either envious or lustful eyes, and it makes me feel so good.

Now, excuse me, I'm getting ready for gym. Here a picture for your pleasure. And yes, don't judge me, it feels so good to show off this massive physique.

Masculine men in feminine thongs always turned me on, but it's not something you see every day.

Now I can see one whenever I want.

And I can be one, too.

And jacking off inside this body feels really good, so bye, I'll let you know when things settle down.

My vision was blurred and my hearing was messy. I could only hear an indistinct metallic sound, while all I could see was the white room surrounding me.

I was feeling heavy and dizzy. I tried to move. My whole body was numb, so I couldn't tell whether I managed to move or not.

Finally, a distinct, feminine voice echoed in the room from a speaker.

"Simon Smith?" She sounded a bit bored, as though she was repeating the same thing over and over again. I think I managed to nod, but I can't tell. "Don't panic. Take some time to fully recover and we'll explain everything." There was a long pause. "Oh and, please , don't freak out, your current condition is temporary."

My vision was slowly getting better. The more time passed, the more I could see the room I was in. It was completely white and empty, except for a giant shadow next to me. I could tell it was some kind of machine, but I couldn't distinguish its architecture, and its purpose was completely unknown.

On the other side of the room, I could also see a window, or something like that. Some white, moving stains - people? - were standing beyond it, and we were probably separated by a glass, since I couldn't hear a thing.

That was all. Everything else was pure white and empty.

Also, it was quite cold. In particular, my legs felt cold. Was I even wearing pants?

I looked down to make sure my clothes were in the right place, and I gasped as I saw that not only I was just wearing my underwear, but my legs were also twice, or even thrice bigger than they used to be!

"What th-" I covered my mouth with my hands. I had never heard such a deep voice in my whole life, and certainly such a voice didn't belong to me! Also, my hands, or better, the hands covering my mouth... They were so big!

I panicked and tried hard straining my sight to see what the hell was wrong with my body, but I couldn't focus.

The same voice from before echoed in the room. "What did I tell you? DO-NOT-FREAK-OUT, someone's coming to tell you everything. Also, there's a pair of glasses on your left, you'll need them."

As much as I was scared, I needed answers. I groped around for the glasses, and I found them laying on a white pedestal, perfectly camouflaged with the white background.

Despite my trembling, I managed to put the glasses on, and the world finally made more sense to me. I ignored the people standing past the glass, looking at me as though I was some sort of experiment, and I focused back on my body... Or rather, the body I was in, which definitely wasn't mine.

I was big. That's it. There are no other words to describe it.

My legs weren't slim anymore. They were brawny, large and muscular - and naked, since I was only wearing a pair of sporty socks and white underwear - which, in my opinion, was a bit too tight for my now larger package. I tried moving them to get up, but I still felt weak in spite of my bulky mass.

My arms were thicker too, and hairier. Although I was wearing a grey shirt I could distinctly see my beefy biceps, and as I squeezed them I feared I would witness the sleeves ripping.

I proceeded to feel my chest, two massive pecs bulging out of it under the fabric, and my thick, defined abs, rhythmically waving with my breath.

Everything felt so wrong. How old was I now? Surely I wasn't 22 anymore.

I discouragedly looked at the people in lab coats past the glass. "A mirror!" I panted. No, that voice didn't belong to a man in his 20s. I was - that body was 40, at least.

A woman spoke into a microphone, and the same voice from before echoed in the room. "Jeez, are you blind or what? Right corner."

I took an effort and got up. My bulky legs twitched and squeezed under my weight, but I managed to stand on my bigger feet. I immediately noticed I was a bit shorter than I used to. I wasn't used at all to my new mass and balance, so I had some trouble moving forward. I tripped and almost fell, but I somehow managed to squat instead. In that very moment, I also realized that body suffered from a weak back pain.

I finally managed to get in front of the mirror speechless. A huge, half-naked, middle-aged man was staring back at me. There was no doubt that was me: same glasses, same grey shirt, same tight underwear, same broad frame. I almost felt intimidated by my own, menacing reflection.

I passed my rough hands through my salt-and-pepper hair, and stroked my grey beard. The face that was staring back at me looked so intimidating, but also somehow handsome.

There was no doubt it belonged to an old man. I mean, he was in his 50s for sure! I had just lost 30 years of my life by doing absolutely nothing, and I could clearly see the first wrinkles appearing on my - I mean, that face! I was about the same age of my dad and twice bigger, it felt so wrong!

My thoughts were interrupted by a sound. I turned just in time to see a white door opening, and a quite young man entering - at least, he was younger than I was at the moment for sure. He was bringing a stool. "Please Simon, sit down. I know you're scared, but everything's under control."

"Under control?! What have you done to me?" I growled with my strong voice.

"Yes, everything's under control and you'll turn back in no time, I promise". He put the stool down and sat down. He looked nice and totally harmless. "My name's Aaron. I know you're confused and scared, but you're safe. Now, sit down and I'll explain everything".

Reluctantly, I waddled towards the sitting and followed his instructions.

"See?" he raised his hands, "No one wants to hurt you. You're here only because we needed your body for some ."

"My... body?" I scratched my head. "I don't understand".

Aaron smirked. "Yeah, your body. Law enforcement found out that a close contact of yours is involved in... Shady business, and you were one of the few people who could infiltrate without raising suspicion-"

"Who is that close contact?"

"I don't know, that's not my job. And, even if I knew, I couldn't tell you. The point is, we needed your identity to infiltrate, but we also need you to be highly trained. So, we switched your body with one of the best and most experienced men in our department, Lieutenant Bruno Grant."

"OK, ok, but why didn't you ask me first? Isn't this like... Illegal?"

"It isn't, we have permissions. And we could never ask a citizen to risk his own life in such a treatenin-"

I felt burning of rage. I suddenly stood up and towered over the poor scientist. "So you're telling me that you took me without consent, switched me with this big guy here, and now he's inside my body, risking my life just to... What, resolve a case?!"

His face turned white. "Y-ye... No! Absolutely not! Lieutenant Grant is highly trained, and has never failed a mission in his whole life! You'll be back in your body in no time!"

I grabbed his collar. "He'd better not fail", I hissed.

The door suddenly opened and three other scientist entered. Two of them were older men, while the third one was the woman that had spoken to me through the speaker some time before.

"It will save many lives, Mr Smith. Now leave the intern, please", she said. The other two scientists stepped towards me menacingly. Forgetting I was bigger than them, I felt intimidated and promptly released the shivering intern.

"Nice", the woman said as her two escorts stepped back. "We'll give you a temporary identity and a place to stay. And some pants. Follow me."

One month had passed since then. I had kind of adjusted to my life as Sean Robinson, a middle-aged, retired enterpreneur.

I didn't have to work as they paid everything for me, and since my new body always needed training I could spend the whole day at the gym. I had never been athletic, but it didn't seem a problem at all: it was like I went on autopilot as soon whenever I entered the weight room.

In spite of my age, I even managed to seduce some young guys, and soon a few of them started flirting with me. I couldn't blame them, I was really hot. That's when I realized I - or rather, my body was gay.

I had no problem with that. It was nice to spend some time with people around my true age and feel young again, hanging out like friends. The more time passed, the more I impressed them, as they didn't expect my personality to be so youthful. One of them kept me saying, "There's no way you're 53, we share the same interests and all. You were born in the wrong decade".

Yes, Nathan, you bet it.

On the other hand, I also felt my body's needs and wanted to fulfill them, so I didn't mind fucking with them every now and then.

They let me discover my new body and its potential. I soon learnt that I really liked the feeling of being a daddy, as they called me, and I also discovered that, sometimes, it wasn't that bad to be submissive either. A hefty daddy with a young man's mind and kinks can be a beast when it comes to sex.

Plus, my new sexuality allowed me to appreciate my own body more and more. Whenever I looked into a mirror, I couldn't help but think "I'd definitely fuck myself". Most of the time I was home, I was either wearing only some hot underwear or going fully naked. Either way, I would spend half the time jacking off, which didn't really affect the sex I'd have with my young friends.

To put it simply: I actually didn't dislike my new life. But I also missed my family, my friends, and my youth.

That night, Nathan was at my place. Our relationship had become unique.

Sure, sometimes we had sex with other people, but the more time passed, the more we felt the need to spend time together. We had a lot in common, and if I had been in my original body, I know for sure we would've been best friends or something like that.

We'd just had some nice sex, and now he was hugging me from my back. He liked being the big spoon, so I let him do that even though I was twice his size.

I could feel his heavy breath blowing on my neck, and his tonic arms holding my brawny torso. Every once in a while his hands would squeeze my bulging pecs, sinking in my grey body hair, and his soft voice would whisper naughty words to my ear.

I was getting sleepy when I heard my phone ringing. I was forcefully brought back to reality and instinctively stretched my ripped arm towards the bedside table. As I did that, I got a slap on my exposed bulky ass.

"Nathan!", I growled. I heard him giggle.

I turned the lamp on, wore my glasses and took my phone. It was a call from the lab.

"Yes?", I answered.

Dr. Rodriguez, the dull scientist, spoke. "Simon? We have some news. You'd better-"

I was distracted by Nathan's naughty hands, which were now stroking my thick thighs, heading towards my dick. I tossed and moved the phone away from my mouth. "Nathan, stop, it's an important call", I whispered as I tried to put on an imposing face.

He smirked. "Oh, seriously?" He promptly pulled down my thong - yes, that was a new kink. His mouth was getting dangerously closer to my dick, which was slowly turning rock solid. As much as I was horny, I stopped him and got up from the bed. Afterwards, I took some heavy steps towards the bathroom.

"I'm waiting for you, daddy!", I heard him scream.

As I entered the bathroom, I yawned and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy, but I was okay after all.

I turned a little bit to check my ass. I poked it. Perfectly round and solid, as it should be.

Then I winked at my own reflection and flexed my bicep. It was so bulging I couldn't help but kiss it. My God, I was so hot! I looked like a model!

I suddenly remembered that I was still in a call with Dr. Rodriguez, and I brought the phone back to my ear. "Oh, uhm, sorry, there was an interference. What were you saying?" I asked her.

"He... He's dead, Simon. Your body is dead."

At first, I thought I had misheard. But I hadn't, and I knew it. Time passed by, and I couldn't think what to say. A weird, unpleasant sensation spread from my stomach.

"I'm so sorry, Simon. He was found this evening." I was speechless. All I could do was looking at the mirror.

Was this like a bad joke? Was I being punished for enjoying this body?

My family, my friends, my life,... Everything had been taken from me. I had been robbed of my youth and my future.

Small tears started flowing down my cheeks. After all, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. I was sad and angry for losing my life. I opened my mouth to say something, but I just couldn't. All I could do was tremble in agitation.

"Simon? We're waiting for you tomorrow morning at 11.30. We'll... Make up something, I promise."

I didn't even let her finish. I hang up and turned my phone off.

With a low thud, I sat on the toilet, my hands holding my heavy head. I was about to faint.

I looked at the body I was in.

It was mine.

All of it.

I was trapped there.

Forever.

And I couldn't do anything about it.

Was I Simon Smith? Bruno Grant? Sean Robinson?

It didn't matter. I was a fucking middle-aged, gay, buff man. As much as I didn't mind it, it was so painful to know that everything I'd loved for my whole life was lost.

No more studying for a bright future as a researcher, no more parties with my friends, no more family holidays. Just gym and sex. Life wouldn't have anything else to offer.

"Hey bro, is everything okay?" Nathan appeared on the threshold. He usually called me like that to taunt me, but now I didn't really feel like going along with it. "Are you... Crying? What happened?"

I took a deep breath and forced my thick legs to stand up.

I looked at him. I could tell he was genuinely worried. I hugged him, my towering frame fully enveloping his body, and he hugged me back. Then, we made our way to the bed, and I finally told him everything.

He believed me, or at least pretended to. And, as he was cuddling me, I finally fell asleep, uncertain about my future.

Oh yeah? I'm not getting orders from you 💁‍♂️

FUCK I won't repeat myself, LEAVE my body alone

Or else? Are you beating the shit out of me? Lol

Sam you bitchy fag GIVE ME MY BODY BACK, I TOLD YOU I'M NOT JOKING

I hate this too, do you think I like being in your body? Everyone thinks I'm just a homophobic asshole. I'm just having some fun, I don't even know how we swapped bodies in the first place

The medium at the fair

Seriously? 🤦‍♂️ That was a regular street scammer, don't tell me you have never seen one before

Yeah but we had a fight in her hut

Nonono, you were insulting me and calling me a fag AS ALWAYS, you homophobic piece of shit, it was YOUR fault

And YOU called me a privileged straight pervert who can only think about pussy

Yeah because I knew you would get mad and I wanted to insult you back for once

Ugh... And that's what happened, stupid fag, are you happy now?

Could you stop calling me fag for once?! We are even stuck in each other's body, so technically YOU are the fag now.

Don't you dare

There's no need to tell me you are probably beating your meat over the photos I sent you

STOP IT, I'M DEADLY SERIOUS

Oh, so you are? Eheh, here another one

[Austin W. sent a picture]

Sculpted abs, defined pecs, hairy muscular legs. You like my athletic body, don't you? 😏

I'M GONNA KILL YOU. NO JOKE. PUT SOME CLOTHES ON.

Ooooh, someone is jealous of my hot body. Sorry, you can't have my guns, BUT I'll let you have another pic. This time I'll be TOTALLY NAKED

FUCKING BITCH I'M DEADLY SERIOUS

No need to thank me, I'm just very generous, I know fags like you can't help but DROOL over my flawless, toned physique

I know you wish I could crush you with my thick athletic thighs, but you know, I'm a proud homophobic asshole, I'm not doing that

YOU LITTLE FAG I SWEAR I'M RUINING YOUR LIFE

You've already done it, insulting me for years. For what? Why did you do it? I mean, now that I'm inside you I can even understand you like me

What the actual fuck... Don't try doing that, I'm not gay and you can't pretend I am only because YOU can't accept yourself

Austin. Seriously. Whenever I look at my old self I get a boner.

So? YOU're still a fag, our sexualities haven't switched

Yes, they have. I was not attracted to myself before. Plus I can see you saved my instagram photos, Austin.

Austin?

I can see you're online

Fuck Austin there's nothing wrong in being attracted to other men, get over it

I'm NOT attracted to men. Stop it. I saved your photos because I wanted to show them to someone else.

You're also in my body now, nobody will judge you if you have some fuck with guys

Austin?

Fuck

Heh

I guess it was just a matter of time before someone eventually would find it out

Sooo... You can admit you were actually beating your meat on the photos I sent you before 😋

...

That's unfair, you should send me some photos too

...

[Samuel S. sent a picture]

LOOOL THOSE SHORTS, didn't they make me look like a fag?

Yeah, I mean... I actually liked them.

I can see that, I'm horny right now

Stop.

Okok, sorry... So what are we doing?

We should meet. You know, so that we can figure out what to do next.

Yeah, you can come over your place. I mean, MY place. You know what I mean.

Yeah.

Anyway I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in these years. I really mean it

I'm not good at apologies, I'll try my best once Iget there

Well it's not like I can forget everything...

So?

So I think I'll have to punish you 😏

Oh. Ok. Sounds legit.

I'm letting you lick my pecs, little cunt. And I'll crush your cute frame with my hairy legs.

I would never say something like that

Yeah but I think that made you horny

...Kind of

Then I'll hug you tightly with my strong, hard arms, and kiss your neck

That's really sweet

And fuck your bubble but with my meaty dick

Yeah I got it 

We'll look for that medium later, I promise

No hurry about that. I'm getting in the car. See you later

My eyes widened as I opened my bedroom door. I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you pervert?"

A towering, incredibly muscular hunk was turning my room upside down, only wearing a pair of blue briefs.

The guy stopped, and even before he turned to face me I could tell who he was, because I had seen him naked so many times that I could recognize his body everywhere -- plus, it was a very outstanding body and it was hard to forget it. To be honest, I still missed that sculpted physique, and, despite everything, I was still so attracted by him that right now I was getting incredibly horny.

Just at a glance you could feel how pumped up and bulky his legs were, and looking at them and at his arms I could sense that he hadn't given up working out although we had broken up recently. To be honest, it was as if that stud had just finished a gym session of his, since his movements were so euphoric and his muscles powerfully quivered in need of some training -- especially his glutes, squeezed in those briefs that were way too tight for his hard and juicy butt cheeks, so that his huge figure looked even beefier.

The stud finally turned his beautiful face to me, an unusually scared expression depicted on it. Was he about to cry or what?

"Please bro, let me exp--"

Although he looked so pathetic in that way, I was so angry at him that I just wanted to insult him. Even his attractive and cocky face, now with that inexplicable puppy-eyed expression, couldn't save him from my rage.

"Fuck, Josh, this is definitely too much! This is exactly what I was talking about when I broke up with you, you're always going too far just to draw attention on yourself! Look at you, sneaking inside my room like a perv and, you know what, I think I'll call the police if you don't get your ass out of here!" Meanwhile, I couldn't help but get hornier the more I looked at him, and the way he flexed his ripped biceps.

As he completely turned his body I'm sure that my heart literally skipped a beat. I hoped that my face wasn't turning red.

Was it just me or Josh had really become a lot heftier from the last time? His chest was thicker and a lot buffer, so that it rippled even when he was staying still. However, now that he was desperately moving his solidly beefy arms the way only he did -- every time he moved it seemed that he was flexing, as though he wanted to show how cocky he was -- his pecs didn't stop for a moment, contracting and relaxing periodically. Their shadow covered his arched belly, bulging with his broad abs, which expanded whenever he breathed in. According to them, he was either very anxious or aroused, because his breath was laboured. And judging by his cock it was definitely the second option.

Firstly, let me say something: the only word I can use to describe Josh's lower parts is perfect. His legs were so bulging that his muscles seemed sculpted in marble, and every contraction they did they released a huge load of testosterone around them. Right now, for instance, his ripped thighs and calves were all pumped up, tensing in a great effort to support his huge torso.

Anyway, as I was saying, what caught my attention the most was between his legs. As his ass, his bulge was way too big for the underwear he was wearing, completely constricted by the briefs -- moreover, I could see that it was getting hard, and so even bigger. As a consequence, Josh's monstrously meaty dick wasn't completely covered by the underwear, and most of it was nude and visible to me, all squeezed up in the tight fabric in a most likely annoying way.

"Wait a moment" a terrible realization suddenly hit me, "those are Kyle's briefs." Ignoring the difference of size between me and my ex-boyfriend, I rushed into him and grabbed his ripped arms, the manly smell of his sweat inside my nostrils. I admit that I liked digging my fingers in his brawny, fleshy biceps, and I squeezed them even more not only to hurt him, but also to enjoy their massive smoothness.

"Where the fuck is my brother, you dickhead?" I tried shaking him, but it was useless. He was too towering and heavy for me. "Tell me!" It was a quite surrealistic situation, a huge alpha stud intimidated by a completely average guy.

I was even more surprised, to say the least, as I saw some tears running down his cheeks and then falling on me. He squatted a bit so that he could face me, which resulted in him flexing once again, his legs pumping up as two juicy buns. How cocky.

Then he placed his broad hands on my shoulders. "It's me, bro, please be quiet! I am Kyle!" he managed to sob.

I kept silent. I honestly didn't expect that, and I didn't know what to answer. The jock's desperate face was begging me to believe his words, but reason told me that it was impossible, and that Josh could play a tragedy like that only to get back with me.

Some seconds later I finally spoke, but I wasn't sure what I should think. "Please, Josh, leave. I won't call the police and no one will know about this, but you should know that you're being ridiculous. You made a mistake and at the moment I can't forgive you, so --"

I was unable to finish the sentence, as the hunk broke out into tears. "Please, Will, you must believe me!" he was slowly kneeling down, his buns swelling as they tensed, his imposing biceps stretching towards me. The situation became very embarrassing. For a second I even thought that he wanted to give me a blow job, but then I realized that he was too frantic. It made me seriously think about his words. He couldn't really be little Kyle, that was impossible!

However, before I could say or do something the doorbell rang. I decided to leave Josh -- or whoever he was -- in my room, because he was definitely too upset do be dangerous. I reached the door and looked through the peephole. My heart filled with joy as I was greeted by my brother's face, and I hurried to open the door.

"Kyle!"

"Hey, dude, what's up, you're pretty as fuck today" the teen smiled. He was wearing some over-sized clothes.

I was totally astonished. The only person who had ever spoken to me like that was Josh. I started fearing that the things Josh -- err, the stud in my room had told me were true.

"You're not Kyle" I replied.

"And you're too intelligent for me, my little twink, but I thought that you had already got what's going on. Didn't you see your bro, dude?" he laughed. "I hope you liked the little surprise. You liked that beefcake when we were together."

My eyes widened in shock, to my brother -- I mean, my ex-boyfriend-in-my-brother's-body pleasure. "S-so it's true" I whispered.

"Yeah! Cool, huh?"

I gulped. Oh no. It had to be a nightmare.

"Wha-what do you want from him, Josh? I am the one who broke up with you, not him"

"You're right, dude. But since you left, I've been thinking that if you don't wanna love me as your boyfriend, then you should love me as your little bro, the only man you'll actually love in your life. And I also thought that it would be harder to love him so purely with a body like that, huh" It was quite unexpected. I didn't think he could think so hard, but I guess that's what abstinence do. "So this morning I prepared my body. I had a workout session, so that you would remember what you liked about me," he winked at me "then I used a little trick to swap bodies with your cute brother" and then he stroked his own face.

"Don't you dare to touch my brother and give his body back" I calmly growled.

A mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"Only if you get back together with me and we move in together. No negotiation, princess."

My rage was growing, but I didn't want to hurt my brother's body. Somehow, I managed to keep calm and speak. "you're right. Today I remembered why I was attracted to you. But I also see that your shitty behavior hasn't changed. I may like you physically, but I can't love you because you showed once again that you're a disturbed scumbag and nothing more." Even before I finished, I realized that I had done some serious shit. With that speech I had completely fucked up all the chances I had to get back my brother's body. "Bu-but we can try, we--" I tried to fix it. But it was no use.

"Well, if this is what you want then have fun with your little brother, or with me, as you prefer. " Josh was seriously pissed off. He turned on his heels and moved on.

"No, please Josh, wait! I wasn't serious, I wasn't think--"

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me. If I want you to find me." he screamed, and then ran away. I tried to follow him, but Kyle had always been much faster than me, so I lost Josh in no time.

I got back home upset, thinking what I should say to my brother -- and, most importantly, how to deal with him, or better with Josh's body. I was getting horny only by thinking about him, and that was a serious problem. You can only imagine how my cock grew hard as I saw him, more than six feet and a half of pure muscles waiting for me on the floor almost completely naked.

"Uhm... Kyle?" I said as I entered the room. It was a very awkward situation, but I wanted him to feel at least comfortable. He was still sitting on the ground, dorkily trying to cross his bulging legs. As his muscles moved, I could see that they tensed and bulged so much that his underwear sank into his inflating flesh, almost torn apart.

"I-I heard everything" he sobbed, his head bowed. My heart sank as he spoke, because it was Josh's manly and attractive voice, yet its tone wasn't so cocky, but soft and simple as Kyle's. It was like the both of them were speaking at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Kyle." I murmured. "I was out of myself and I insulted him. Now you'll have to pay for my mistake..."

"Don't be sorry, he was blackmailing you. I should've helped you instead of staying here and crying" he couldn't cross his thick legs at all, so he gave up and stretched them on the floor, both his gaze and mine focused on his bulging limbs. His dick was still pushing against his tight briefs, but now it was prevaricating them: the meaty, wobbling bulge was practically hanging free, while its owner was trying to push it back with great embarrassment. I pretended not to see what he was doing, but I was secretly feeling guilty because I was somehow pleased by what I saw. My dick didn't grow harder only because it was already in its biggest size.

"Don't be stupid. You were scared and shocked" I got up and approached my drawer, "and you were right, because I was so useless that I couldn't even recognize you" I took something I knew would somehow fit him, a pair of briefs that Josh had once worn after we spent a night together. I threw it at Kyle, but he didn't catch them, still unaccostumed to his heavy arms, and therefore he had to pick it up from the floor. "Now get changed. I don't expect those to exactly fit you, but they're the biggest I have..."

He looked at me and turned red.

"O-okay, but turn around!"

"As you prefer" I shrugged. It was quite strange. We weren't so reserved with each other, considering we shared the same room. I had also already seen Josh's bare body many times before, so there was no need for Kyle to feel so ashamed.

"Are you still attracted to this body?" the question was sudden and unexpected. "I heard you before. Do you really like me -- I mean, this body?"

I suddenly felt hot and turned to face him.

"N-no! I'm not done yet! It's not that easy with this... Thing, these briefs just won't fit!" Josh's cocky and deep voice cracked.

"Okay, okay, sorry" To be honest, I had already caught a glimpse of his massive arms pushing and squeezing his bulging, juicy dick into my underwear. That definitely wasn't the right moment, as it turned my on even more. I was going to burst. "I won't lie, bro. Josh's body turns me on as fuck"

"Gross", he shily replied. But there was also some amusement in his voice. He was still the old, ironic Kyle after all, despite his cocky and manly voice.

"I know, but it's the truth. I like everything about Josh, his voice, his body, his muscles, his--"

"Please, stop, this makes me feel quite awkward. I don't mind it when you talk about your crushes, but... "

"Sorry" I heard him sitting down. "Can I turn?"

"I guess you can"

Kyle was sitting barechested on my bed, his head bowed. I approached him. I didn't want to get too close.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

My brother was most likely exploring his body. With his beefy arms contracted the both of us could see how heavily bulging his biceps were. Also his buff pecs, while his torso was bowed, stuck out from his athletic chest tensing and quivering along with his fine abs.

"I feel so... Embarrassed"

I put on a brave face and sit down next to him, trying to hide my boner as an acrid smell of manly sweat hit me. "Hey, hey, little bro, don't be depressed. We'll fix it, I promise"

Kyle raised his face and turned deadly serious. "Will" his gaze pierced me. I felt quite uneasy, as I was attracted to him. I was forcing myself not to look at his sweaty massive body.

"Yeah?"

"Don't hit on me"

I burst into laughter. "Do you think I'm some kind of sex addict?" I surrounded his bulky body with my right arm. Underneath my skin I could perceive his bulging arms and back, still clammy and smelly from Josh's workout. His powerful muscles were twitching now and then, pushing against my relatively weak limb. "You're my little bro, Kyle, it doesn't matter if you look like my buff ex-boyfriend or whoever. It will be hard for me, but I can handle it. Just... Don't hang around half-naked too much, as you usually do"

He chuckled. "I'll try my best"

We stayed like that for some minutes, my arm around him. His prudence was slowly replaced by his usual warmth and after some time he leaned on me. However, since he wasn't my slim, light brother anymore, my body was almost collapsing under his weight.

"Uhm... Kyle?"

"Mhh?" he looked at me.

"You're a bit too heavy for me"

His eyes widened and he lifted his body. "I-I'm sorry, please forgive me! Really, I didn't mean to make you feel uneasy, I was absent-minded, I promise it wo--"

"Calm down, bro! I'm just saying that I'm too thin to bear your weight" I giggled.

"I know, but please tell me if I do something that... Turns you on. I just act as I normally do, I don't know any other way to act."

I sighed. "I know. I really appreciate that, but I think it's too late, ahah."

"Then, what can I do?"

I came up with an idea. "First, have a shower, you're all sweaty and smelly." I really don't know if straight guys like him are aware that sweat smell is so arousing. I decided not to tell him. "Then, please, when you get out from the bathroom put on some large clothes, because tight clothes make me really horny an--"

Kyle blushed and placed his hands on his bulge, squeezed into my tight briefs. "Will, please! I can't use my clothes though!"

"Definitely not. I'll see if dad left some clothes here, but I'm pretty sure we'll have to buy at least some underwear for Josh's "

"Stop it!" Kyle's face turned completely red and he gave me a powerful nudge. I chuckled in response. It was fun to seem both him and Josh so shily embarrassed.

"Speaking about that, what will dad say?" he sighed.

"Nah, don't worry" I reassured him, "you'll be back to normal before he comes back. Now go get a shower, please, you need it."

"Yeah, I guess so" he stood up dorkily and swayed, still unaccustomed to his new body mass.

On the other hand, I gulped as his bulging ripped back was right in front of me, and powerfully flexed -- unbeknownst to its owner -- as he headed toward the bathroom. "Close the door, bro. I beg you." I shouted at him. He gave me a cute thumbs up, and my heart literally melted, while my dick hardened beyond any human capability.