Dante2045

Welcome to my blog! This post links all my stories in one place for easy access.

Age Progression

Wearing Coach's Underwear (Coach TF, Jock to Bear)

Accidentally Transforming my Boyfriend into my Football Coach (Coach TF, Jock to Bear)

Holiday Spirit (Santa TF, Holiday themed, Jock to Bear)

The Magic Shop (Muscle TF, Nerd to Jock)

Bear Beer (Jock to Bear)

The Switch - Part 2 (Coach TF, Twink to Bear)

Accidentally Transforming my Boyfriend into my Football Coach - Part 2 (Coach TF, Jock to Bear)

Seducing Assistant Coach Travis (Coach TF, Jock to Bear)

Jock TFs

Gaining Confidence (Nerd to Jock)

Joining the Team (Twink to Jock)

The Clone Machine (Muscular Jock to Beefy Jock)

The Perfect Roommate (Nerd to Jock)

Curse of the Jock (Twink to Jock)

Study Buddy (Nerd to Jock)

Twink TFs

Curse of the Twink (Jock to Twink)

The Switch (Bear to Twink)

Female to Male

Power Dynamics

Becoming Spiderman

Buying the Wrong Boxers

Requests

DMs are open - please feel free to submit any ideas you may have and I will consider using them in my stories! My favourite tf topics include: age progression and/or regression, bear tfs, twinks tfs, female to male, coach tfs and cloning/twinning. I don't write gay to straight.

I could tell something was wrong the minute Professor Daniels stormed into the room. I’d always known him to have a calm regulated demeanour, so it was clear he was bothered that morning. His graying hair was unkempt and wild while his face was flushed bright red with anger. He muttered something under his breath, shaking his head in disgust.

“You okay, Professor?” I asked timidly, not sure if I wanted the answer. We were in the small cluttered office we shared at the University. I’d been working as Professor Daniels’ assistant since finishing my Master’s the previous year; I was halfway through marking term papers when Daniels made his dramatic entrance.

“I’ve got some bad news, Preston,” Daniels sighed, his tone somber. I could tell where this conversation was going - I was out of a job. “They’re slashing the department’s budget AGAIN. I was running numbers all last night, but I just don’t think there’s a way to keep you on.”

The news shouldn’t have been surprising, but it still hit like a gut punch. I was barely keeping my head above water with this job; I had no savings and lived paycheck to paycheck with just enough to cover the basic necessities. I really needed this job and was fucked without it.

“Shoot. We’ll, that’s too bad,” I tried to keep my voice even, hiding my internal despair. I was sure Daniels already felt horrible about the situation that was out of his control - there was no need to make him feel even worse.

“I am really sorry, Preston. You’ve been great to work with and I wish I could keep you on. I know how much you need this job,” Daniels said as he sat down in his chair on the opposite side of the small desk we had shared. Professor Daniels was well aware of my financial situation - he’d actually helped with the scholarship application that allowed me to finish my Master’s Degree. I was pretty sure I’d only been hired on as his assistant because he pitied me; he had been managing just fine on his own.

“It’s not your fault, Professor,” I told him reassuringly, forcing a smile. “I’m sure I’ll find something.” The job prospects for a Masters in Microbiology were nonexistent. If I didn’t find something in the next few days I’d have no choice but to move back in with my dad; I dreaded the thought.

“I may be able to help in that regard. I made some calls, and I have got you a job interview at a lab with an old associate of mine - if you’re interested.” Daniels grabbed a pen and scribbled something down on a pad of paper before tearing the page off and handing it over to me.

“Wow, that’s great, Professor Daniels. Thank you.” I glanced down at the piece of paper, surprised to see the interview was scheduled a few hours from now. Guess that meant I was terminated effective immediately, then. I didn’t recognize the address.

“Wesker and I studied together way back in the day. He’s a good scientist and a good man, but I do have to warn you - I don’t always agree with his ethics. His studies tend to focus on molecular enhancement and DNA modification - he likes pushing the boundaries of what science can do. His lab is in the middle of nowhere, and he likes it that way - private and remote.” I could tell Daniels was trying to caution me, but his warnings fell on deaf ears. There was nothing he could say to convince me not to go for this job interview; I would sell my soul to the devil if that’s what it took.

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Daniels hadn’t been lying about the location - it took me the better part of two hours to reach the lab. A few kilometers away from the lab my phone lost its signal, causing the GPS system to shut down. Luckily I just had to keep driving on the same road until I saw the lab - it was the first building I’d passed in over half an hour. I was surprised to see that the entrance was blocked by a security gate - whatever this lab was working on, it must have been pretty secretive.

The guard house looked empty as I drove up to the gate and I saw no sign of an intercom buzzer. I checked the time - the drive had taken me longer than expected and I was cutting it close to the scheduled interview time. After a minute had passed, I tapped on my car horn to let out a short honk, hoping it would catch somebody’s attention. Sure enough, I saw movement in the guard house and a minute later a man emerged.

The man was dressed in a security uniform, but he looked more like a model. Tall and broad with a muscular, athletic build, he had bright blonde hair in a styled fringe and warm, welcoming blue eyes. He flashed me a smile as he approached the car, showing off his perfect teeth. I glanced down at the name tag on the right breast of his security vest which read ‘Will’.

“Hey man,” Will greeted happily, still smiling. He rested one of his thick muscular arms on the car as he leaned over to speak with me. “How ya going?”

The man was a total stud, and I found myself momentarily speechless as I stared into his eyes. I’d always been liable to become a bumbling idiot around hot guys, and Will was one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen. The fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in months probably made him seem even more attractive. After a long moment of staring at him in a daze, I finally regained my composure and answered him. “I’m doing well, how are you?”

“Can’t complain, bro. Sorry about the wait - I must have dozed off for a minute!” Will chuckled. It seemed weird for a security guard to admit to a total stranger he was sleeping on the job, but I let the comment pass. Will’s work ethic was none of my concern, so long as he let me in for my interview.

“No problem - sorry I had to wake you,” I replied with a smirk of my own, which elicited another laugh from Will. “I’m here for a job interview with Dr. Wesker.”

“Right on, man! That’s awesome. He’s the big boss of this whole operation,” Will said enthusiastically. I waited for him to continue, but he just looked at me with that sexy grin.

“So do you need to check my ID or cross my name off a list or something before you open the gate?” I prompted, raising my eyebrows. Something seemed off about Will - he didn’t seem to know how to do his job very well. But maybe he was also new? I shouldn’t judge him too harshly.

Will looked at me appraisingly for another moment before shrugging his shoulders. “Nah, you seem like the good sort. I’ll let you on through!” He started walking back to the guard house, pausing halfway to look back at me. “Good luck with the interview - it would be nice if we got to work together!” He called out with a wink.

I was self aware enough to know that he was just being friendly and not flirting with me. I was average looking at best, and that was before I’d recently put on a few extra pounds. If Will was gay - and that was a pretty big if in itself - he was miles out of my league. There was no harm in a little wishful thinking, though.

Through the guardhouse window, I could see Will staring down at the control panel with a frown. His look of confusion gave the impression he’d never had to open the gate before - he must have been new. It seemed like he eventually figured it out, as the gate in front of me swung open. Will waved as I drove through the now open gate down the short drive leading to the lab. The small parking lot was mostly empty, with only a handful of cars strewn about. It wasn’t a large facility so it was easy to find the entrance leading to reception.

The interior was modern and minimalistic, with a small waiting area and a front desk. A set of double doors heading into the rest of the building, presumably the actual lab area of the facility. A man sat behind the desk, slumped over and chuckling at something on his phone. I approached and cleared my throat to get his attention; he looked up from his phone at me and I let out a startled gasp.

The man was the spitting image of Will, the security guard I’d seen just moments earlier. He had the same handsome features and muscular build, though he was wearing a polo and jeans instead of the security uniform Will had been sporting. He had the same friendly but slightly dopey smile as he looked up at me from behind the desk; I noted that his nametag read ‘Adam’.

“What’s up, bro?” Adam asked, setting his phone down. He shook the mouse on his computer to turn back on the monitor’s screen, which had gone dark from inactivity.

I was a little taken aback by Adam’s appearance, but I smiled back and tried to hide my discomfort. “Hello, I’m Preston Harris - I think Dr. Wesker is expecting me?”

Adam looked something up at on his computer, then nodded. “Yeppers - I see you’re in his calendar!” I waited for him to continue, but he was looking up at me expectantly.

“Should I just wait here, then?” I asked, gesturing towards the seating area.

“Oh, I should probably tell him you’re here!” Adam chuckled, shaking his head at his own foolishness. He grabbed the office phone from his desk and dialed one of the extensions, pressing the receiver up to his ear. “Hey, doc. That dude is here for your interview.” I could hear a muffled response over the phone, but couldn’t make out what Wesker was saying. “Sure, I’ll let him know.” Adam hung the phone up and turned his attention back to me, still grinning ear to ear. “He’ll be right out. Feel free to take a seat.”

“Thanks. By the way - are you and Will related, by any chance?” The question felt pretty invasive for someone I’d just met, but my curiosity got the best of me. The more I looked at Adam, I was convinced he and Will had to be identical twins. They had the same chiseled jaw, the same sharp pointed nose, the same luscious, juicy lips…fuck, I was getting horny being surrounded by all these hot men.

“Huh?” Adam looked at me with genuine confusion, his brows furrowed. “You mean Will from security?”

“Uh…yeah,” I nodded, staring down at the ground in embarrassment. I suddenly felt very dumb for asking the question - it was obviously none of my business and it was an unprofessional first impression to make.

“No, man. I mean, we’re bros but not like…actually bros, you know?” Adam shook his head. He seemed genuinely surprised by the question.

“Ah, okay,” I was sure I had turned bright red with embarrassment at this point. “I was just asking because you sort of look alike.”

“Huh…” Adam stared off into the distance, considering my remark. “I’ve never heard that before. Will’s like 20 years older than me - are you saying I look like an old man?”

“Uh…I didn’t mean…” I stuttered, flabbergasted. This was not going well at all.

“Relax, buddy, I’m just teasing,” Adam laughed, reaching across the desk to give me a playful punch in the arm. I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn’t actually offended him. “He’s a handsome fella, so I take it as a complement.”

I hadn’t really spent that much time with Will, and I had been so distracted by his muscles that I probably hadn’t actually gotten a good look at his face. And as my friends loved to point out, I wasn’t the most observant guy when it came to the finer details. More likely than not, I had seen two hot blonde guys in short succession and thought they looked more similar in my head than they actually did. I was feeling pretty silly, and this was not where my headspace should have been before an important interview. I needed this job badly; it was time to focus.

One of the doors behind Adam swung open as a man in a white lab coat entered the room. “Hey, pal. You must be Preston. I’m Dr. Wesker,” the man introduced himself, reaching out his hand as he approached.

At this point I was starting to think I was seeing things. Professor Daniels was in his late 50s, and so I had assumed that Wesker would have been a similar age. Instead, Wesker was another muscular blonde hunk who looked ridiculously out of place in the lab coat he was wearing. I did a double take between Adam and Wesker - the two men looked identical except for their outfits. I had already thought that Will and Adam had looked similar, but seeing Wesker and Adam at the same time made me feel like something really weird was going on. I’m sure I had a dumb confused look on my face as I shook Wesker’s hand. I kept looking between Wesker and Adam, expecting one of them to address the elephant in the room, but both men seemed completely oblivious.

“Are…are you guys twins?” I asked. I hoped I wasn’t hallucinating.

Wesker frowned, exchanging a concerned look with Adam. “I don’t know what’s going on with him bro,” Adam whispered, though loud enough for me to overhear. “He also thought that me and Will were brothers or something.”

“Are you feeling okay, Preston?” Wesker asked gently. His condescending tone would have pissed me off if I wasn’t so concerned that I was losing my mind. Adam and Wesker were doppelgangers of each other, but neither of them seemed to be aware of their similarities. Adam had also been taken by surprise when I said he looked like Will, so either I was imagining it all or they were clueless. If I was having a mental break, it was at a super inopportune time; no way was Wesker going to hire me after I caused a ruckus before the interview even started. I could figure out what was going on later, but I needed to try and save face if I wanted any chance of landing this job.

“Yeah, sorry,” I laughed nervously, trying to seem casual. “I guess I’m just tired after the drive and my eyes are playing tricks on me.”

Adam and Wesker exchanged another worried glance. “If you’re not feeling so hot, we don’t need to do this interview right now,” Wesker offered. He was obviously trying to get rid of me, and I could hardly blame him.

“No, I am fine, really,” I insisted. “I promise there won’t be any more outbursts. I am really excited for this opportunity and would love to discuss it with you.”

Wesker looked at me for a long moment appraisingly before coming to a decision, nodding his head. “Sure, bro. Let’s do it.” He pushed open the double doors, holding them open for me to follow him. Adam gave me an encouraging thumbs up and smile as I followed Wesker into the office area. It was a narrow hallway, with one side a large glass wall showing off the laboratory area. I could see two men through the glass, both men wearing lab coats and chatting animatedly. Like every other man I’d seen since arriving, they had the same appearance of being tall, muscular blonde jocks. “Keep it together, Preston,” I whispered to myself under my breath. Everyone else was acting normally, so it must be something in my psychosis causing me to see things. I’d get myself checked out at a clinic as soon as I got through the interview.

“So, you and Professor Daniels were in school together?” I asked Wesker as I followed him down the hallway. He turned into the last door on the opposite side from the lab, a modest boardroom.

“Huh? Oh yeah, we were study buddies. That was, like, almost thirty years ago. Wild,” Wesker answered as he sat down at the boardroom table. That timeline didn’t make sense, seeing as Wesker looked like he was in his midthirties if not younger. Wesker’s dialect seemed a bit off, too; not all scientists spoke the same, but he was conducting himself more like a dumb frat dude. I’d noticed similar mannerisms in Will and Adam, but it stood out more in Wesker given his position.

“Oh shoot! Can you give me five? I just realized I don’t have my notes.” Wesker jumped up from the table and walked back to the door.

“Yeah, no problem,” I nodded. Truth be told, I was happy to have a minute to try and regain my composure with some solitude.

“Thanks man!” Wesker called before heading out into the hallway. I sunk my head down into my hands, running my fingers along my temples and letting out a loud groan. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wondered if I was experiencing face blindness, but as far as I knew people with that condition didn’t typically see everyone as the same hot jock. Maybe I actually was just tired and needed a good long sleep.

I jumped at the sound of the boardroom door slamming shut. Looking up from the table, a man stood before me with a panicked expression. He was breathing heavily, casting a frantic look over his shoulder. At first I thought it was Wesker returning, but the man’s attire was different; instead of a lab coat he was in a black muscle shirt and navy blue exercise shorts.

“Dude, we’ve got to get out of here!” The man cried out. I stood up from my chair and took a cautious step away from the man; I didn’t like the unhinged vibes he was giving off.

“Who are you?” I asked warily. My eyes darted towards the exit, but the man was in my direct path and unless I wanted to throw myself across the table there wouldn’t be an easy way out.

“Chill, bro, I’m not here to hurt you,” The man raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back. “We just need to leave now, while we still can.”

I had had it up to here with this day. First I got fired, then I started seeing things, and now a strange man was shouting cryptic warnings at me? I needed a job, but this was starting to become too much even for me. “What are you talking about?”

“You must have noticed that every dude in this place looks like me, right?” The man was still panting heavily. I froze; whoever this man was, he was seeing the same thing as me. Maybe it wasn’t in my mind after all. That would have normally been a relief, but that actually led to bigger questions. “I thought I was going crazy. Everyone else is acting completely normal, oblivious to the fact they all look the same!”

The man nodded. “I’m Trevor Harris, by the way.”

“Preston,” I replied brusquely; this was not the time to make introductions. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on, Trevor?”

“Right. So, like, I see this ad online asking for participants in some scientific study. The only requirement is that they need to be fit and attractive, so naturally I apply,” Trevor started. I would usually have found this kind of cockiness off putting, but I couldn’t really fault Trevor’s logic; if I looked like him, I’d be confident in my looks too. I gestured for him to continue. “Anyways, I get to this lab, and Dr. Wesker is trying to explain the point of the study to me, but he’s using lots of big words and talking real fast and I dropped science in high school. He’s saying something about making my DNA more dominant so he can transfer my traits, like my muscles, on to other people. The whole thing sounds pretty far- fetched, but what do I know?”

Daniels had mentioned something about Wesker being obsessed with molecular modification, so Trevor’s story seemed plausible so far. As I listened to Trevor’s story, I was starting to sweat; it suddenly felt very warm in the board room. I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my dress shirts to let my skin breathe, wiping away the sweat forming on my brow. Trevor really was a good looking guy, especially in his current outfit; the muscle shirt showed off his boulder-like shoulders and the shorts exposed his defined muscular calves. I told myself to focus on Trevor’s story, but it was increasingly distracting the longer I stared at him.

“So he asks if he can give me some kind of injection, promising that it’s totally safe. I’m not a fan of needles, but they’re paying me for this study and I need the money, so I say sure. And then he gives me the shot, and things go total bonkers.”

“Bonkers how?” I asked, encouraging him to continue. Wesker had been out for several minutes now and was likely to return shortly. My growing lust for Trevor was starting to turn me on; I could feel blood rushing towards my crotch. I hoped it wasn’t obvious I was getting a stiffy as he told me his harrowing tale.

“Everyone was super horny all of a sudden. Like, jerking their dicks off horny. I don’t know what caused it, but all of the scientists, Wesker included, started tugging themselves like there was no tomorrow. And then one of them came, and he started to change. He was an old fat dude, but he was becoming young and fit. Suddenly it was like looking in a mirror - the guy looked just like me! The others started to jizz too, and they all started to change until they all had my body.”

It sounded like a wild story, but I didn’t have a rational alternative to explain what was going on. Alarm bells were ringing in the back of my mind - wasn’t I feeling super horny all of a sudden? Would I change, too?

“And as crazy as that was, it wasn’t the weirdest part. After they had all changed, the guys just went back to work as if things were completely normal. It was like they were completely clueless that they now looked different. And they were acting differently, too. They weren’t using big words anymore. They were talking more like me, a little…” Trevor trailed off, struggling for the right word to use.

“Dumber?” I supplied. Trevor shot me an offended look, but then nodded that it was appropriate.

“I ran out to the front desk for help, but that guy started wanking off, too. And when I ran out to the security guard at the gatehouse, the same thing happened to him. I was scared, so I found an empty office and hid inside. That was like, hours ago. Man, I’m so hungry and I need to take a piss…anyways, I could hear your voice while I was hiding and I realized that there was someone at the lab who hadn’t changed! And I knew I had to warn you. So now let’s get out of here before they find us,” Trevor grabbed me by the arm, pulling me towards the door.

It was way too hot - I felt like I was burning up. I unbuttoned my shirt all the way and flung it off, then slid my pants down and off as well. My skin was drenched in sweat and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I could faintly hear Trevor shouting something at me, but it sounded distant and muffled even though he was standing right beside me. I could feel the throbbing of my hard dick just aching for release; maybe if I relieved myself I’d be able to focus again. The logical side of my brain was trying to tell me that it was a bad idea, especially after what Trevor had told me happened in the lab. Something had been done to Trevor that was making me feel like this and I needed to get away from him as fast as I could. The urge was so overwhelming, though…I couldn’t even think clearly.

My hands pulled down my boxers, exposing my erection. Trevor was still protesting, telling me to stop and that we needed to get out of here, but his words were falling on deaf ears. Even though I knew it was wrong, I took my dick in my grip and started pumping it. As I stroked my member, the pressure that had been building in me immediately started to subside, my vision and hearing returning to normal. All I had to do was get off and I’d be able to think clearly again.

“Dude, come on, stop!” Trevor pleaded helplessly, watching as I jerked it. I just grunted in response - I was too focused to talk to him right now, my only goal in that moment being to cum as quickly as I could. Trevor was too stupid to even realize he was the one causing this - something about being in his proximity had sparked this reaction in me.

My cock felt unfamiliar in my hands, thicker and heavier than usual. I glanced down and sure enough, my dick was a good two inches longer and had almost doubled in girth. My balls also looked different, hairy and swollen. The hairs surrounding my genitals spread upwards, coating my belly and chest in a dusting of light blonde hair. I should have panicked at these changes, but it felt right as my body shifted - as if this was the way I was always supposed to be.

Trevor ran for the exit; he’d clearly realized I was beyond help. He pulled the door open, glancing over his shoulder at me. “I’m sorry, bro - I tried to help you!” With that, he disappeared out into the hallway. I was so focused on my own pleasure that I barely noticed his departure.

The pace of my strokes accelerated as I grew closer to climax. My entire torso had changed by this stage, not that I cared. My thin slender arms had erupted with muscle, thick veiny biceps and triceps forming as my shoulders widened. My small round belly had receded, replaced with tight chiseled abs, and my flat chest pushed outwards to form thick round pecs. My lower body quickly followed suit, my limbs elongating and stretching as I grew taller. My skinny quads and calves were now thick branches of muscle and definition, completing my new muscular build.

“Fuck, man!” I cried out as my cock started to spurt out jizz. My face was tingling gently as it restructured, my average looks being replaced with Trevor’s handsome features. My frizzy brown hair lightened to blonde, growing straight and styled. The thick glasses I’d been wearing dematerialized; I wouldn’t need them anymore with my perfect vision. I continued to pump my cock - every shot of cum brought more clarity as I felt lighter and happier than ever before.

“Whoops,” I chuckled to myself, looking around at the mess that I made.

Wesker re-entered the room, carrying a briefcase in one of his hands. He paused in the doorway, noticing that I was naked and my jizz was all over the room. “Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself entertained, bro,” he laughed. He seemed to have no problem with my current state, acting like cumming during the interview process was completely normal. I didn’t feel any embarrassment or shame; I was horny, so I got myself off. Besides, with a body this hot it was almost a crime to keep it hidden beneath clothes.

“Sorry,” I giggled with a shrug, not really meaning it. I grabbed my boxers off the floor, using them as a cum rag before slipping them back on.

“Nah, man, that’s what we’re all about around here. It’s about feeling good and doing what you want - jerk when you want, suck when you want, fuck when you want. I can tell you’ll fit in great. In fact…” Wesker tossed the briefcase aside, crossing the room to extend his hand. “Welcome to the team, Preston.”

This dude was gonna be the best boss ever, I could already tell. This was totally the best day ever.

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Trevor sprinted down the hallways and out of the building, running to his car. This was so messed up. All he had wanted was to make a quick buck on the side to help pay for rent, and now everyone was looking and acting just like him? He needed to get the hell out of here. He felt bad about leaving that other dude behind - what had his name been, Prescott or something? - but he had tried to help him.

He accelerated his car up to the security gate leading out of the facility. He didn’t even bother to slow down, he just revved his engine and drove right through the blockade. He caught a quick glimpse of the security guard that now looked just like him, the man’s jaw dropped in surprise. He swerved out onto the road, heading back to the city.

This was so wild. What should he do now? Call the cops? Would they even believe him? What if whatever caused the changes continued to spread? He thought of his boyfriend Wes and prayed that he was okay. He didn’t have time to deal with the police and their skepticism; he would get back to his apartment, grab Wes, and then they would get out of the city before things got crazy.

Thad slowed his jog down to a walk as he approached the apartment building. Panting, he fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the front door, letting himself in. He pulled off his headphones blasting rock music, entering the kitchen to grab a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge.

“Mason? You home?” Thad called out before chugging the bottle.

Mason appeared in the kitchen doorway, a towel wrapped around his lean, defined waist. His dark black hair was still dripping wet from the shower. “Hey, bud,” Mason replied in greeting, leaning against the kitchen countertop and crossing his arms. “Good run?”

“Not bad,” Thad shrugged, still catching his breath. He pulled open the fridge and grabbed another bottle, twisting the lid off. “It’s fucking hot out, though.”

“Hence why I limit my running on a treadmill at the air conditioned gym,” Mason chuckled. “You’re still coming to Sam’s party tonight, right?”

Thad groaned. “Ughh, I had forgot all about that. I’m so far behind in my English Lit reading, I really need to spend some time studying.”

Thad and Mason had been inseparable since meeting at the campus gym in their freshman year. Four years later, the two men lived together in an apartment off campus. Mason had finished his degree the previous year and had started an entry level position at a local business, while Thad was still working through his Master’s program. Mason was having a rough time adjusting to the corporate lifestyle and wanted to go out and party practically every night. Thad knew his friend was going for a rough patch and tried to spend as much time with him as he could, but he felt like his friendship was starting to be a detriment to his education. He was starting to get tired of partying now that he was in his midtwenties.

“Come on, it’s Friday night!” Mason protested. “Come to the party tonight and I’ll leave you alone the rest of the weekend, I promise.” Thad bobbed his head back and forth, noncommittal. He was exhausted and would love a quiet night in with his books, but Mason’s offer of giving him two days of uninterrupted study were tempting.

“That Lilah chick is going to be there,” Mason added, raising his eyebrows. “I have it from a good source that she likes you.”

“I thought you said that Lilah was a bitch,” Thad replied with a frown.

“Who the fuck cares about her personality? That won’t matter when your face is buried in those tits,” Mason chuckled, giving Thad a playful punch.

Thad rolled his eyes. Despite their strong friendship, some of Mason’s views could really bug him. He treated women like his personal playthings, not actual people. “Fine, I’ll come for a bit. But you need to get me booze, cause I’ve got nothing to drink. And I can only tolerate Sam’s presence when I’m drunk.”

Mason grinned, pulling open the fridge. “Already got you covered, bro.” He pulled out a six pack of beers, setting them on the kitchen counter. Thad didn’t recognize the label, leaning in for a closer look.

“Bear Beer?” Thad read aloud.

“Some old fat dude gave them to me for free. It is some kind of promotion for a new brewery in town. Either that or the guy was a fag and hoped I’d let him suck my dick,” Mason chuckled.

Another thing Thad disliked about Mason was his friend’s homophobia. Mason claimed not to have a problem with gay men, but he was constantly dropping slurs and used ‘gay’ as an insult. One of Thad’s cousins was gay, so Mason’s language didn’t sit well with him. Still, he was too much of a pushover and people pleaser to actually confront Mason. Instead he forced a laugh, trying to hide his discomfort. “Like anybody would want YOUR dick,” Thad retorted weakly.

“Nah, you should have seen this guy. He must have been almost 60 years old and nearly 300 pounds, but was flirting with me like some lovesick schoolgirl. I would’ve told him to fuck off if it wasn’t for the free beer.” Mason grabbed one of the beers, popping the can open and taking a large swig.

“Fuck, that’s rancid,” Mason said with disgust. “It tastes like BO. But hey, at least it’s free,” He shrugged, taking another sip from the can.

“You’re so fucking cheap, man,” Thad laughed, shaking his head at his friend. “You done in the bathroom? I need to jump in the shower.”

“All yours,” Mason nodded, grabbing his can of beer and walking back towards his room.

“Don’t drink all the beer without me!” Thad called out before entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“Guess I should get dressed,” Mason muttered to himself, gulping down the rest of his beer before setting it down on his dresser. The taste wasn’t so bad, actually; it still reminded him of the musky stench of a gym locker room, but in a good way.

Mason loosened the towel around his waist, letting it drop to the floor. He inspected his naked body in the bedroom mirror, frowning. Though he carried himself with a strong confidence and cocky personality, truthfully Mason was quite insecure. He’d been trying for years to bulk up and put on some muscle, but his body remained lean and slim. Mason flexed his biceps, displeased with how weak he looked. Despite approaching his mid-twenties, Mason still frequently got acne breakouts, as evidenced from his pimply forehead. He’d need to make sure to apply some concealer before they headed out for the night.

Mason’s thoughts drifted to Thad; he knew it wasn’t healthy but he couldn’t help comparing himself against his friend. Thad was Mason’s superior in nearly every way: he was smarter, more muscular, more handsome and definitely had the better personality. And not to mention Thad’s cock. Mason’s dick was on the smaller side at below average while Thad was truly gifted in that department, sporting a thick massive member that Mason was envious of.

“Stop daydreaming about your roommate, you fucking queer,” Mason growled angrily at himself, shaking his head. Returning his thoughts back to the present, Mason was surprised to see that he was now sporting a boner. That was weird - had thinking about Thad made him hard? No way, he wasn’t gay. He was just horny and riled up after a long week of work.

Since he was aroused, Mason figured there was no harm in quickly relieving himself before getting ready for the party. He walked back out into the kitchen, not bothering to conceal himself with his towel. He could hear the shower running, so it wasn’t like Thad was going to walk in on him. And even if he did, they’d seen each other naked before; it wouldn’t be a big deal if Thad saw Mason’s erection. They were roommates and best bros, they didn’t need to make arbitrary boundaries just because culture dictated it so.

Mason grabbed another can of the Bear Beer before reconsidering and taking the whole pack back to his room. Along with being super horny, he was also feeling thirsty. He craved another can of beer, wanting that unique taste to coat his tongue and mouth. He’d make sure to leave at least one can for Thad.

Mason’s phone started to ring as he returned to his bedroom. Caller ID showed it was his manager from work, probably calling to tell him to come into work tomorrow. Mason swiped away the call without answering; he knew he’d get in trouble on Monday, but right now he didn’t care. He was tired of being the rookie on the team, expected to be the personal errand boy for his manager. He hoped that in a few years, once he had gained some experience, he would start to be treated with the respect he knew he deserved.

Turning his thoughts away from work, Mason brought up one of his favourite porn videos on his phone, featuring two big titted blonde bimbos in a shower. Mason cracked open a second can of beer and started to gulp it down, keeping the can in his left hand while he started to stroke his hard cock with his right.

If Mason wasn’t so enraptured with the video he was watching, he may have been able to notice the subtle changes his body was starting to experience. Dark curly hairs sprouted from his chest, spreading down his stomach to blanket his torso in a thick carpet. His previously trimmed pubes grew into a wild, curly jungle of hairs surrounding his dick. Mason’s ass itched as thick black hairs emerged from his cheeks, moving upwards to coat his entire back. Even his face was not exempt, a well groomed beard growing from his clean shaven chin. Unbeknownst to Mason, his body had gone from smooth to hirsute in a matter of seconds.

Finishing off his second beer, Mason wasted no time grabbing a third can from beside him. As he grabbed the beer, Mason noticed that his hand looked different from what he remembered - his fingers seemed wider, almost chubby. But before he could react, his memories shifted so he always remembered having big, thick hands. Mason returned his focus to the porn video, watching as the woman knelt down and took the man’s massive cock into her mouth.

Subconsciously, Mason felt as if something was a little off. Hadn’t he been watching a porn with two women a moment ago? Where had the man come from? Even as these thoughts entered his mind, he largely ignored them. He usually watched lesbian porn, sure, but this was still getting him off. It was hot to see the chick worship the man’s cock, bowing down to his masculine energy.

Mason’s arms thickened, his lean muscles bulking up. Finishing his third can of beer, his biceps surged with definition, upper arms wide and shoulders broad. A patch of dark thick hairs burst out from each of Mason’s pits, matching the rest of his hairy body. Mason’s pecs began to swell, pushing outwards from his chest into two beefy mounds. His jawline sharpened, his soft, boyish good looks hardening and taking on a more mature appearance. His much maligned acne vanished; Mason now resembled a man in his late thirties, over a decade older than his actual age.

Mason was now on his fourth can of beer, unable to stop himself from drinking. He had become completely oblivious to the changes, his mind altering after each shift to accept that this was the way he’d always been. He started to feel bloated as he lapped up the last few drops from the can, four beers’ worth of liquid sloshing around in his belly. As the feeling of bloat began to set in, Mason’s stomach began to soften, his defined torso ballooning outwards into a round gut. His pecs continue to enlarge, drooping over his belly as they filled with fat.

Mason was still transfixed on the porn video before him. As he watched, the woman in the video began to change, her hair growing shorter and darker. Her body erupted with muscle and fat, her boobs morphing into hairy, beefy pecs. A long thick cock sprouted from between their legs, finishing their transformation into a man. The new man wasted no time and began to fuck the other man, both letting out loud masculine grunts with each thrust.

10 minutes ago, Mason would have been disgusted at the gay porn, but watching the men fuck only made him pump his cock faster. He could only ever remember being attracted to men, any memories of sexual interest in women fading from his mind. He loved men of any shape and size, but had a special fondness for older men with a muscular, chubby build. The two men in the porn film, beefy bears in their late fifties, were just his type.

Cracking into his fifth can of beer, Mason could feel he was getting close to cumming. A voice called out from the back of his mind, trying to tell him that this wasn’t right and he needed to stop, but Mason was already too far gone. He guzzled the beer down in one long gulp, tossing the empty can onto the floor of his bedroom with the others. His cock was growing in his hand, inching longer with every stroke. While his dick was thickening, Mason’s already bloated belly continued to inflate, pushing outwards to resemble a round beach ball. His pecs fattened even more, sagging over his large belly.

He let out a loud gasp as his new massive cock erupted, gushing cum all over his hairy chest. Dark gray hairs started to poke out from his beard while his hairline receded. Mason continued to pump his cock, jizz spurting all over his room. His face continued to age and weather, his defined cheekbones vanishing beneath chubby cheeks and deep creases of wrinkles etching along his forehead and around his eyes.

Mason stood up, wiping his spunk off his chest with the towel he’d been wearing. His room had gone through a subtle transformation as well; a large bookcase ran the length of one of the bedroom walls, filled with literary classics. The clothes strewn upon the floor vanished, the room tidying to reflect Mason’s new personality. The muscle tees and basketball shorts filling his closet were replaced with slacks and dress shirts. The twin bed he’d been sprawled across expanded into a king, the bedroom elongating to fit the bigger bed. With Mason now being a successful partner at his firm, he was able to afford a much nicer apartment than he could as a broke intern right out of college. The entire apartment had improved; a bigger kitchen, a second bathroom, even being relocated to a more upscale neighborhood.

Mason admired his appearance in his bedroom mirror, his beefy biceps looking pumped and swole. Even in his late fifties, he was still hot. Sure, he’d packed on some extra pounds once he had made partner and had less time to worry about fitness and diet, but the extra weight looked good on him. And he loved how hairy he was; it made him look so masculine and strong, like a real man. He grabbed his phone from where he’d dropped it, the porn video still playing on the small screen. He swiped the video away and looked at the time, surprised at how late it was; he’d jerked off for longer he thought. Thad was probably already ready, impatiently waiting for him as always.

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Thad was in his bedroom next door, having just finished showering off after his run. His bedroom was also bigger, but the contents had not changed significantly. Thad pulled on a pair of jeans and a tight black tshirt, completely unaware of the changes his roommate had just gone through. In Thad’s memories, Mason had always been a successful middle aged businessman instead of his best friend in college.

“How do I look?” Thad asked, stepping out into the kitchen. Mason looked up from his phone, no doubt dealing with work emails.

“Very nice. A bit on the casual side for me, but you can pull it off with your body,” Mason chuckled.

“Thanks, babe,” Thad beamed, giving Mason a quick kiss.

Thad wasn’t really into dudes, but when Mason had offered him to live in the apartment’s spare bedroom for free it had been too good of an opportunity to pass up. The men had an open relationship; as long as Thad was available when Mason wanted him, he was able to do whatever else he wanted in his spare time.

“I saved you a beer,” Mason nodded to the lone can sitting on the kitchen countertop.

“How generous of you,” Thad teased sarcastically, grabbing the beer and taking a sip. “Ughh…it does kinda taste like piss.”

“It’s definitely an acquired taste,” Mason nodded in agreement. “Drink it down and then we should go; we’re already running late.” He was dressed in a pair of khakis and a dark red sweater; they were supposed to meet some of Mason’s friends for a pint at a nearby pub.

Thad did as he was ordered, drinking down the beer as fast as he could. Mason was right; it tasted a little bit better with every sip. By his last swig, Thad found he actually enjoyed the taste. “Ready to go,” he announced, tossing the empty can into the kitchen sink.

While pulling on his shoes, Thad’s body began to change. He’d only had a fifth of the dosage Mason drank, so his transformation was nowhere near as extreme. Blonde scruff sprouted along his chin while his arm hair grew more dense, spreading down his forearms and coating the tops of his hands. He put on a little bit of weight, his abs smoothing over into a flat stomach and his pecs pushing further out of his chest. His dick hardened, a feeling of arousal engulfing him whilst his ass plumped up in his jeans. He looked as if he’d aged about 10 years, now appearing to be in his midthirties. His body was still muscular, just a bit softer and less defined than before he’d drank the beer.

“Of course, we could always just stay in…” Thad coaxed, approaching Mason from behind and grinding his crotch against the other man’s behind. Not only was Thad horny, but he was actually feeling attracted to Mason. Usually Thad was just going through the motions when they had sex, forcing himself to get through it out of necessity. But today, he actually found himself drawn towards Mason’s thick, burly body.

“As tempting as that is,” Mason growled in arousal, feeling Thad’s cock poking him, “We’ve got to get going. I’ll show you a good time when we get back home, promise.”

With an exasperated sigh, Thad relented. “Fine. Maybe we can pick up some more of that Bear Beer on the way back home? I wouldn’t mind another can or two.”

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Assistant Coach Travis let out a sigh as he glanced at his watch; he was running late, as usual. Finishing up lesson plans for the following week had taken longer than he’d anticipated, and now his girlfriend was going to be pissed. He didn’t like working late on Fridays, but it was important to make a good impression with Coach Ryerson as the football season came to an end. Travis had worked with the older man for almost a full year, and the two got along great; Ryerson had even advocated for Travis to get a full-time teaching position with the College, which Travis was desperate for.

Travis stood up from the small desk he’d been seated behind for the last five hours, stretching out his back. He was in his early thirties, with wavy bleach blonde hair and a toned, muscular body that would make any man jealous. He followed a strict diet and was on a rigorous daily workout schedule, treating his body like the temple that it was.

“Working late?” A voice called from the doorway of the office. Startled, Travis looked up to see Ryerson standing before him, wearing a tight black jockstrap and nothing else.

“Oh, hey Coach,” Travis said in greeting, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulders, “I’m just finishing up for the night. I wanted to finish up the lesson plans for next week before the weekend. I know how you like to be prepared.”

“You’re such a hard worker, Travis,” Ryerson smirked. He slid one of his hands down, gripping his member through the jockstrap, “You need to remember to have some fun every now and then.”

Travis frowned, looking at Ryerson in confusion. Was Ryerson drunk? He’d never seen the man act like this before. And why was he practically naked? Still, Travis didn’t want to give the man too hard of a time, especially when Ryerson had done a lot of favours for him in the past.

“I’ll definitely make sure to enjoy the weekend,” Travis nodded in agreement. He was eager to get out of the office and head home, leaving this strange encounter behind him.

“Do you want to have some fun with me, Travis?” Ryerson asked, sliding down his jockstrap and revealing his massive python of a cock.

Travis opened his mouth to object, but found no words coming out. He could sense that something was wrong, but he was strangely attracted to the naked man before him. He could feel his own dick start to harden as he ogled Ryerson’s beefy body, his gaze lingering on Coach’s thick, long erection that was already leaking pre. Ryerson slowly approached Travis until the two men were face to face, leaning in and brushing their lips together. As they started to kiss, Travis wrapped his arms around Coach, rubbing his mentor’s broad shoulders and squeezing his meaty pecs.

Ryerson pushed Travis up against the desk in the classroom, grinding his cock up against Travis’ crotch. With Coach’s help, Travis quickly pulled off his own muscle shirt and gym shorts, so he was now only in a pair of tight white boxer briefs. Coach slid his hand into Travis’ boxers, gripping his cock while they continued to kiss.

Travis’ mind was racing as he struggled to come to terms with what was happening. Travis had never questioned his sexuality, confident that he was 100% straight. He knew Ryerson was gay and had no problem with that, but the two men hadn’t had any sexual chemistry in their time working together. Yet here Travis was, passionately making out with his boss while practically naked. Part of him was trying to pull away, but Ryerson’s touch felt too good for Travis to stop.

Ryerson pulled Travis’ boxers down and spun the younger man around, gently bending him over the desk.

“Time for the real fun to begin,” Ryerson growled.

Ryerson slowly slid the tip of his member into Travis’ hole, eliciting a loud moan from Travis. Travis had never been penetrated before; feeling another man’s cock up his ass was an entirely new, alien sensation. Travis had to admit to himself he found the feeling to be pleasurable. Ryerson slid more of his member into Travis with each thrust until he was balls deep inside him. Travis was stroking himself off while Ryerson fucked him, amazed at how good he felt. Ryerson let out a masculine, animalistic grunt as he erupted inside Travis, while Travis came shortly after.

Ryerson slid out of Travis, both men panting heavily. Ryerson bent over and grabbed his jockstrap off the floor, handing it over to Travis.

“Put that on,” Ryerson commanded.

Travis took the jockstrap from the other man. It was damp to the touch, soaked in Ryerson’s sweat and semen. The thought of wearing another man’s used underwear was disgusting, but he felt compelled to do as Ryerson ordered. The longer he held it, the more alluring the jockstrap became; he wanted to wear his boss’ dirty underpants.

After a moment of hesitation, Travis found the urge too strong to deny. He reasoned that there was no harm in just quickly trying the jockstrap on. Trembling in excitement, Travis hurriedly pulled the jockstrap up his legs and over his cock and balls. He had to admit, the jock looked good on him. And it made him feel really good.

“Looks good on you, Travis,” Ryerson nodded in approval.

Travis felt a sudden pulse of energy engulf him, radiating out from the jockstrap. The feeling of power enveloping him was so strong that he nearly lost his footing, stumbling forward and supporting himself on Ryerson’s shoulders. Unbeknownst to Travis, he had already started to change, growing shorter. He had been 6’6, but he shrunk down, settling in at a new height of 6’1. He was now eye to eye with Ryerson, previously towering over the other man. Before he even had a chance to react, Travis noticed that his muscles were starting to shrink as well; his massive, veiny biceps and broad pecs dwindled away before his very eyes. His thick tree trunk thighs and muscled calves slimmed down as well while his tight ass started to plump up and round out. Travis still had a muscled and defined bod, but it was a fraction of the size he had been mere seconds ago.

While Travis was checking out his new body, he began to swell up with fat instead of muscle. He watched in a mixture of lust and despair as a soft padding of fat grew atop his muscles, taking away his definition. His pecs bulged forwards and drooped, packing on additional pounds. He found his chiseled abs smoothing over before bulging into a round little muscle gut. The light treasure trail of curly blonde hair on his chest thickened and darkened as it spread to cover his pecs and stomach. Similar dark brown hairs sprouted from his legs and arms, which had been previously smooth.

The tingling sensation focused in around Travis’ groin, and Travis moaned in pleasure as he felt his member grow even harder. His cock was rock hard, enlarging in both thickness and length. Travis’ balls swelled to the size of oranges as his pubic hair grew darker and coarser. The feeling of euphoria was too much for Travis and he felt his dick erupt in cum, his semen mixing with the cum that the jock was already drenched in. Travis’ facial features shifted as he aged and his curly blonde hair grew straighter, shortening into a dark brown crew cut with streaks of silver. His mind clouded as his personality was overwritten, finalizing his transformation into Coach Ryerson.

The original Coach Ryerson admired the clone standing before him, his cock still erect from watching his sexy young assistant transform into him. His new twin smirked at the original, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss.

Owen stepped off the elevator and onto the library floor. The hall was quiet and empty; with only a few days until the end of semester, most students had already left the University to return home for summer break. Owen walked by a few small groups of students as he looked for the person he was supposed to meet. A wave from the back corner of the hallway caught his attention; he saw Nico stand up from the table he'd been sitting at and gesture for him to come over.

Owen had already finished his exams for the year, having written his last final the previous night. He'd planned on heading back home today, but Nico had messaged him in the morning asking for help with an upcoming exam.

"Owen, hi!" Nico grinned as Owen approached, stepping around the table and embracing Owen in a hug. Owen stiffly returned the hug, gently pushing free as quickly as he could; he wasn't a big fan of physical contact.

Owen and Nico had shared a dorm room in their first year of Uni together. The two had gotten along well enough, but had never really became friends. They didn't have a ton of overlapping interests and mostly stayed in their own social circles, but Owen had always liked Nico. After finishing their freshman year the two men had mostly gone their own ways, having only run into eachother a handful of times at parties or around campus. Owen had truthfully been surprised when he received Nico's text asking for help, but felt bad about leaving his former roommate hanging.

"It's good to see you, Owen," Nico continued as they sat down at the table facing eachother. "It's been ages since we caught up. How have you been?"

Nico hadn't changed much since Owen last saw him. He had the same broad shoulders, bulging muscles and sculpted jawline that Owen had always been envious of. With Nico's looks, he could have any woman he wanted - not that Nico was interested. Owen was well aware that his former roommate was gay, accidentally walking in on him in bed with another man on multiple occasions. Owen had no issues with Nico's sexuality, though he personally couldn't understand how any guy could be attracted to another man - it just didn't make sense to him.

"I've been good," Owen replied, readjusting his glasses as they slid down his face. "This was a real tough semester, but I managed to survive. Looking forward to a much needed summer break."

"That's great! Happy to hear you're doing well and killing it as always. You were always so studious when we were living together; I feel like you pretty much lived at your desk. Honestly, that's why you were the first person I thought of when I realized I needed help."

Owen was relieved that Nico had brought the conversation to the topic at hand. He wasn't really a fan of idle chit chat and would much rather just skip the small talk and get to the studying. "Yeah, of course, I'm always happy to help. Your text was a bit vague on the details - this is for your calculus final?" It had been a few years since Owen had studied calculus in great detail, but he regularly tutored in the subject and was confident in his abilities.

"Yeah, me being the idiot I am thought calculus would be an easy elective," Nico laughed, shaking his head at his own foolishness. "Unfortunately for me, I've had a rough year and have already been placed on academic probation. If I can't find a way to pass this exam, I'll be kicked out of the program."

Owen frowned at this news. He hadn't been aware of the severity of the situation when he'd agreed to help, and now felt the pressure of Nico's academic future on his shoulders. It didn't surprise him to hear of Nico's struggles, though; Nico always seemed to live in the moment, focusing on the partying and social side of uni. Owen could count on one hand the number of times he'd actually seen Nico read a textbook.

"Okay, yeah, definitely not a great situation," Owen nodded in agreement. "But hey, I'm great at calculus and I'm a pretty good tutor, so we'll get you there. When is your exam?" With only a few days left until the end of the semester, the exam had to be coming up fast. If they could work out a dedicated study plan for Nico to follow until the exam, he might have a chance of success.

"Uh..." Nico glanced down at his phone to check the time. "In just over 90 minutes?"

Owen's eyebrows shut up in surprise. "Wait, the exam is today? We have less than an hour to prep?" Owen was a good tutor, but he wasn't a miracle worker. Nico was screwed.

"Well..." Nico glanced around the library hall, making sure there wasn't anyone nearby. "That's why I thought maybe you could write it for me?"

Owen shook his head, standing up from the library table. He'd heard enough. "No way, Nico. If I get caught, we're both done for. I want to help you, but I'm not risking my own future for you. Sorry."

"Wait! Hold on, please," Nico begged, reaching out and grabbing Owen's hand as he turned to leave. Nico pulled out a small syringe with a bright glowing red liquid pulsing inside from his jacket pcoket, holding it up in the light.

"What the hell is that?" Owen asked, his curiosity piqued as he sat back down at the table. The vial reminded him of something out of his sci-fi shows, the unnatural glow of the liquid almost hypnotic.

"This is how you don't get caught. I can't tell you how or where I got this, but if you take this injection...you'll become me," Nico explained.

"Become you?" Owen repeated, furrowing his brow.

"Well, you'll look like me," Nico elaborated. "You'll physically look just like me, but you'll still be you. Which means you can go write the exam in my place and get a passing grade, and no one will ever find out. After the exam, all we have to do is give you another injection which reverses the changes and we're good to go."

Owen looked at the syringe skeptically. Nico sounded like a madman, and Owen wasn't too keen to inject the radioactive fluid into his bloodstream.

"That...sounds crazy," Owen finally replied.

"I know how it sounds, but it's the truth. I've seen the changes from the serum for myself firsthand, it's...incredible. I know I've put you in a real tough situation, and I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't desperate, but my future is in your hands. I promise you, it is completely safe. Nothing bad is going to happen to you." Despite how insane it all sounded, Owen got the sense that Nico was being genuine. He truly seemed to believe what he was telling Owen, and that meant something. Nico was a lot of things, but Owen knew he was a good guy at heart.

Even if it was true, the thought of being Nico - even temporarily - was scary. What if something went wrong and he couldn't change back? At the same time, he was Nico's only chance of passing his exam. If Owen refused to participate, that would be the end of Nico's academic career. Could Owen live with himself if he didn't help?

With great reluctance, Owen reached out and grabbed the syringe off the table between them. Nico let out an audible sigh of relief, his future saved.

"So I just jab this in, then?" Owen asked.

"Not here - somewhere private," Nico gestured towards the group of students a few table over from them. "The bathroom, maybe?"

Owen nodded in acknowledgment. "Be right back, then." He crossed the library hall towards the floor's bathroom, feeling as if the eyes of every person were following his journey. He tucked the syringe into his blue jeans pocket to not draw attention to himself.

Owen did a quick check in the stalls to make sure he was truly alone in the bathroom. He stared down at the syringe, feeling as if he was about to the dumbest thing in his whole life. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, studying his appearance. His slender build and messy brown hair wasn't much to look at; girls often called him cute, but it was meant in a patronizing way. There was nothing he really liked about his appearance, but now that he was presented with the option of looking like someone else, he found comfort staring at his own reflection.

Owen slid the tip of the needle into his forearm and pushed down on the plunger. Extracting the empty syringe and returning it to his pocket, he continued to look into the mirror, anxiously anticipating the changes to come.

The first alterations were subtle, barely perceptible to Owen. His torso and legs both stretched, elongating his height by a few inches. His vision started to blur, growing fuzzier by the second until he could barely see anything. Owen took his glasses off and his eyesight returned back to normal; he no longer needed his prescription to see. His narrow build widened, his shoulders broadening into a more muscular frame.

"This is crazy," Owen muttered to himself, watching as his biceps bulged with thick cords of muscle. His previously scrawny forearms doubled in size, veins popping out from his new brawny arms. Owen raised one of his arms and flexed, feeling mighty with his new strength.

The sleeves of his polo could barely contain his hulking shoulders and arms. The front of Owen's polo tightened as two round beefy pecs pushed out from his previously flat chest. Owen could see through the skintight material of his shirt as his tummy contoured into sculpted abs; his upper body was now an exact replicant of Nico's.

The changes were happening rapidly now as the transformation reshaped his lower body. Owen's buttcheeks swelled into a round, toned ass; he spun around in the mirror to admire his new shapely rear. His thighs and calves both thickened with muscle, Owen's baggy blue jeans tightening as definition formed.

Owen grunted as he felt his cock start to harden, a prominent bulge forming at his crotch. Owen reached down and gripped his dick through his pants, amazed at how big it felt. He couldn't resist the urge to check, pulling down his pants and admiring the thick hard python between his legs. Owen wanted to take his member into his hand and jerk off, but reluctantly pulled his pants back up. It almost felt like a violation to be admiring his new dick, knowing he was actually looking at Nico's.

Owen's frizzy brown hair restyled itself into a wavvy cut, shifting to a darker shade. His bushy eyebrows thinned; it was clear that Nico took a lot of time on his appearance, and that included plucking and shaping his brows. Owen's round face grew thinner, sharp cheekbones forming on both sides. A light stubble burgeoned along his sculpted jaw, the finishing touch to his miraculous transformation.

Owen was no longer looking at himself in the mirror; it was Nico staring back at him.

"This is crazy," Owen whispered. His voice had altered as well, adopting Nico's husky cadence. It felt weird being in Nico's body, but it also felt kind of good. He felt a sense of power and confidence washing over him.

Owen thought someone would notice him as he returned to Nico, but the handful of students still in the library didn't spare him a second glance. Nico was scrolling on his phone, so he didn't notice as Owen approached. Owen cleared his throat loudly to get Nico's attention. Nico looked up, his eyes widening upon seeing Owen's new look. "Damn, it worked! How do you feel?"

"Pretty good, actually," Owen smirked, "It feels good to be you."

Nico grabbed his student ID and handed it over to Owen. "You'll need this for the exam. Once you're done writing, meet me back here and we'll turn you back."

As Owen turned to leave, Nico called out to him. "Hey, Owen? Just to be safe, you'd better head back here right away after you're done writing. There could be side effects if you stay looking like me for too long."

Owen scowled; that was the first Nico had mentioned about any adverse consequences from the change. "Side effects? Like what?"

"You'll be fine. Just hurry back as soon as you can. And thanks again for doing this, bud - I really do appreciate it," Nico smiled at Owen reassuringly, but Owen could sense there was a bit of concern now that he'd actually taken the vial.

---

By the time Owen made it to the exam hall, students were already starting to enter. Owen recognized one of the proctors checking student IDs at the door as Ivan, a fellow student he'd taken a handful of classes with over the past few years. Owen felt a surge of panic, fearing he'd be recognized and called out on the spot. Remembering that he looked like Nico, Owen forced himself to relax and approached Ivan, handing over his student ID.

Ivan took a cursory glance down at the ID before handing it back over to Owen. "Feeling ready, Nico?" Ivan asked with a smirk.

"Uh...yeah, we'll see how it goes," Owen muttered in response. He was sure he wouldn't have any trouble with an intro to calculus exam, but was trying to play the part of Nico and didn't want to come off as too confident.

"I'm sure you're going to do fine," Ivan said with a wink before turning his attention to the next student.

Owen entered the exam hall, sitting in his assigned spot. He felt unsettled by his brief interaction with Ivan; it felt like Ivan was being flirty with him. Owen had never received that kind of attention from a guy, and it felt weird. More unsettling to Owen was that he was a little aroused by Ivan's behavior. His heart was beating fast and his palms were sweaty, his thoughts lingering on Ivan and his charming smile.

"Get it together," Owen hissed to himself, shaking his head to collect his thoughts. This whole situation was bizarre, and it was messing with his head. Of course it was totally normal to like getting attention from a cute guy; it didn't mean he was gay or anything. He impatiently waited for the exam to begin, eager to get this over with so he could change back.

After what felt like an eternity, the exam writing finally commented. Owen easily made his way through the first few pages of the exam, speeding through the questions. This was almost too straightforward; he'd be done in no time. He almost couldn't believe this was a legitimate final exam because he found it so unsultingly simple.

It wasn't until the fourth page where Owen hit his first stumbling block. He was mostly through the question when he realized he was using the completely wrong formula; cursing his mistake, he erased his work and started over. As he finished his answer for the second time, he noticed that he'd messed up his multiplication and division signs several times in the answer. Now extremely pissed at himself, Owen started the question over for the third time. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to focus.

At one point in the exam, Ivan came over to answer a question for the student seated ahead of Owen. Ivan leaned over the desk as he spoke with the student, displaying his round, juicy ass in his tight slacks to Owen. Owen stared lustfully at Ivan's rear, his own dick beginning to stiffen. One of his hands subconsciously drifted towards his crotch, stroking his hardening cock. It wasn't until Ivan stood back up and strode back to the front of the room that Owen broke from his trance.

What the hell was happening? Owen knew he wasn't gay, but when he looked at Ivan he felt an undeniable attraction to the other man. Nico had mentioned something about side effects; had this been what he'd been alluding to?

Owen turned his attention back to his exam paper. He needed to finish the remainder of the test quickly, before any additional side effects occurred. He read the next question over, but his mind was blank on the formula he needed to use to solve the problem. He decided to skip the question for now and read the next one, only to panic when he didn't know how to answer that question, either. It was like a brain fog was settling in, clouding all of his calculus knowledge.

Minutes started to tick by with Owen making no progress on his exam paper. He kept on staring up at the front of the room and getting distracted by how handsome Ivan was. Students were starting to finish the test and leave the exam room, much to Owen's dismay. He couldn't believe how much grief this entry level exam was causing him.

"Last 10 minutes left!" Ivan called out to the handful of students still writing. Owen was in full on panic mode now; over half of his paper was still blank. He flipped through the pages desperately for a question he'd be able to answer, but it was like reading a foreign language. Everything Owen knew about math was just...gone. There was no way Nico was going to pass this class, Owen thought guiltily.

As the exam concluded, Owen slowly rose from his seat. His head was spinning as he tried to process what just happened; he'd never performed so poorly on a test before. It had to be related to whatever Nico had given him - it was starting to mess with his mind.

"So, how did it go?" Ivan asked as Owen handed over his test paper.

"Not great," Owen sighed. How was he going to break it to Nico that he'd let him down? There had to be something he could do to make things right.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ivan sounded genuinely sympathetic. Owen glanced around to realize he was the last writer to hand in his exam; he was the only one in the room with Ivan. Remembering Ivan's flirty banter from earlier, it suddenly dawned on Owen that he might be able to get a passing grade another way.

"I suppose you're not willing to offer me a bonus question?" Owen asked innocently, biting his lower lip.

Ivan frowned at him, not comprehending Owen's proposition. "I'm not sure I..." Owen cut Ivan off, grabbing the other man by the collar of his shirt and gently pushing him against the blackboard. Ivan's eyes widened in realization. "Nico, I can't..."

Owen leaned in, brushing his lips against Ivan. Ivan's body shuddered at Owen's touch, his arms wrapping around Owen's broad shoulders and pulling him in closer. The two men began to kiss, Owen sliding his tongue into Ivan's mouth. Owen's cock was rock hard at this point, thrusting against Ivan's crotch. He felt so powerful and strong, dominating Ivan like this.

Owen slid down to his knees, unbuttoning Ivan's pants and pulling out the other man's cock. Though he'd never blown a man before, Owen took Ivan's member into his mouth with practiced ease. Ivan grabbed the back of Owen's head, slowly thrusting his hips. Owen continued to slide his tongue along the tip of Ivan's dick, Ivan's pleasureful groans encouraging him on.

"Oh fuck, Nico, I'm going to..." Ivan grunted, his breathing heavy. With a wicked grin, Owen abruptly stopped the blowjob and stood back up.

"No cumming for you yet," Owen ordered.

The two men ripped off eachother's clothes until they were both naked, staring lustfully at one another. Ivan had a lean, athletic build; not nearly as muscular as Owen, but still very attractive. Owen flipped Ivan around, bending him over a desk. Owen pressed the tip of his cock against Ivan's hole, teasing him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Owen asked, feeling cocky.

"Yes," Ivan panted in response.

"Are you going to make sure I pass this exam?" Owen demanded. His whole life, Owen had always been a rule follower. In that moment, Owen realized how boring it was to be a slave to the machine. He felt so alive and free now, bending the man before him to his will to get what he wanted.

"Yes you'll pass, I promise," Ivan nodded in agreement.

Owen slowly pushed the tip of his member into Ivan, eliciting another loud moan from Ivan. Just like with the blowjob, fucking Ivan was easy for Owen as if he'd done it countless times before. He slid more of his length into Ivan with each thrust until he was balls deep inside of him. Ivan was so tight and Owen had already been pretty horny from the transformation earlier, so he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Owen let out a masculine grunt as he erupted inside Ivan, spilling his seed into the other man's ass. Ivan came shortly afterwards, spraying the desk and his stomach with his jizz.

"That was incredible, Nico," Ivan was breathless.

"Yeah, I would say that performance was worth at least an 80," Owen proclaimed with a laugh, throwing his clothes back on.

"You wouldn't be...interested in getting coffee later?" Ivan asked bashfully. Owen grinned; this poor sucker was absolutely in love with him.

"We'll see after my exam grade is posted," Owen replied, giving Ivan a wink before strutting out of the exam room. Ivan could deal with cleaning up the mess.

Entering the hallway, Owen checked his phone to see he had three missed calls from Nico. Nico had also texted him, wondering why it was taking so long and urging him to get back to the library to change him back.

Owen swiped the messages away without responding. He had already decided that he liked the way he felt now and had no intention of going back. Losing some of his intelligence sucked and definitely had an impact on hia future plans, but he felt better as Nico than he ever had as himself. He'd made sure that Nico had pased the Calculus exam - letting Owen keep his body was the least Nico could do to return the favour. Nico would just have to deal with them being twins going forward; maybe he'd even be able to convince him they should sleep together, which would be crazy hot.

A standalone sequel to this story

It started the morning of the breakup.

Theo had woken up with Alec beside him, his muscled arm wrapped around the other man. Alec’s round, juicy ass was pressing up against Theo’s cock; Theo felt his member starting to harden. After sex last night, both men had passed out shortly thereafter and slept in the nude.

“Feels like someone is happy to see me,” Alec muttered groggily, reaching his hand down to give Theo’s cock a few strokes.

Theo and Alec had met on an online dating app a few weeks prior. After a couple of dates, the men had taken things to the next level. Last night had been their third sleepover, and Theo was eager but nervous about asking Alec to be his boyfriend.

“You up for another round?” Theo asked, kissing Alec’s neck.

“As tempting as that is, I’ve got a lecture I need to get to,” Alec pulled the sheets off and slid out from the bed, extracting himself from Theo. Alec’s butt bounced tantalizingly as he walked across the bedroom, grabbing a pair of briefs and sliding them on.

“You are such a tease,” Theo growled with arousal.

“Sorry,” Alec laughed, leaning in and giving Theo a quick kiss before he finished getting dressed for class.

“How late does your class go? Maybe I can take you out to lunch afterwards? I have the day off work,” Theo asked. He stayed in bed with the sheets covering him; now that Alec was dressed, Theo felt self conscious about his raging erection.

Alec froze, turning to face Theo. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and was midway through buttoning up his shirt. “Uh…I don’t know…my day is looking pretty busy. I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting around…”

Theo had enough self awareness to know when he was getting the brush off. He could feel his cheeks burning, blushing red with embarrassment; they had spent the last few nights together, and things seemed to be going so well. Had he done something wrong? “If you have something to say, Alec, you can just say it.”

Alec sighed, sitting down on the bed beside Theo. He reached out and grabbed Theo’s hand gently. “I am really sorry if I gave you mixed messages. I’ve had a lot of fun the last few weeks, but that’s all it is for me - just some fun. I’m not looking for anything more, especially from a guy like you,” Alec explained.

“A guy like me?” Theo asked, crossing his arms.

“You know what I mean - you’re like a muscle jock dude bro. We don’t have a lot in common… other than both liking dick.” Jasper grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, clearly eager to get away from Theo.

“I feel like that’s a pretty shallow reading of my personality. There’s more to me than my body,” Theo snapped defensively.

“Look, you’re in your midthirties working low level construction. There’s no problem with that, but I’m aiming for a little bit more in life. I just don’t think we’re all that compatible in the long run; I don’t spend my free time watching sports or playing video games,” Alec’s words were cutting, each one a blow to Theo’s ego. He knew his job wasn’t glamorous, but he was a hard worker and could support himself and his lifestyle. And sports and video games made up just a small part of his interests; Alec was making it sound like that’s all he was about.

“I guess I just thought we had a connection. I really like you.” Theo was still stuck in the bed, his boxers out of reach. He really didn’t feel like showing off his naked body to Alec while having this conversation. He looked down at the bedroom floor, too ashamed to make eye contact.

“You’re a nice guy, Theo. And you will find somebody who is right for you…it’s just not me.” Theo felt crushed. He had completely misread the situation - Alec had only been looking for a hookup, not a relationship. The last couple weeks had been a complete waste of time.

“Look, I’ve really got to go. Stay here as long as you want; just remember to lock up on your way out.” And with that, Alec was gone, leaving Theo on his own.

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Theo strolled through the streets, hoping some fresh air would help clear his head. He didn’t feel like heading back to his place and was ignoring the messages on his phone. Looking back at the situation, it was clear that Alex had only ever wanted to use Theo. Theo felt like a fool allowing his body to be taken advantage like that.

Alec had seemed like such a nice guy. Theo sighed, glancing at his reflection in the storefront window. What had Alec called him - a muscle jock dude bro? Theo put a lot of time and effort into his fitness and appearance, but there was more to him than just his physique. And he didn’t even like sports that much! He’d just put that on his dating profile for something to say.

Theo glanced up at the marquee of the storefront he was standing in front of. Nondescript bold letters simply spelled out ‘MAGIC’. He glanced around; he recognized this area of town, but was sure he’d never seen this store before. Curiosity piqued, Theo decided to step inside for a quick browse.

The store was dark on the inside, lit by torches hanging on the walls. The shelves were lined with books and other various knickknacks; a swirling crystal ball caught Theo’s attention. He was entranced by the mesmerizing glow, having to physically pull himself away.

A man stood behind the store’s counter, looking down at a stack of papers. As Theo approached, the hooded man looked up, revealing strikingly handsome features.

“Welcome, stranger,” The man smiled warmly. “What brings you to my store?”

“Oh, I’m just browsing. I haven’t seen this place before; did you just open?” Theo asked, continuing to peruse the shelves.

“People don’t tend to notice my store until they need it,” The man replied. He stared at Theo with his piercing eyes. “You’re upset about a recent romantic liaison.”

Theo paused, looking up to meet the man’s gaze. “Are you a fortune teller?”

The man’s smirk returned. “No, I’m just good at reading people. My brother’s the psychic in the family.” The man bent down behind the counter, standing up with a small vial of liquid in his hand.

“What’s that?” Theo asked, gesturing towards the vial.

“What you’re looking for. You want your lover to know the real you, right? You want them to know the man you are on the inside?” The man asked, arching his eyebrow.

“A love potion?” Theo scoffed, crossing his arms skeptically. “Does it actually work?”

“I guarantee it will be… transformative.”

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Theo downed the last of his coffee as he entered his apartment. He’d had to purchase the drink to wash away the disgusting taste of the potion he’d drank at the magic shop. He scowled as he thought back to the interaction at the store. The store clerk had been a smooth talker, swindling Theo out of 50 bucks for that supposed ‘love potion’.

“Theo, that you?” His roommate called out. Alistair emerged from his bedroom, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved button up shirt.

“Hey, Al.” Theo collapsed on their living room sofa, flicking on the TV.

“Where were you last night?” Alistair asked. He was checking out his appearance in the living room mirror, slicking back his light blonde hair.

“I was with Alec. He ended things this morning,” Theo quickly summarized the night’s events. Alistair and Alec had only met in passing a couple nights prior.

“Aw, man. Sorry to hear that. It’s his loss.” Theo appreciated Alistair’s empathy, but he knew that his roommate couldn’t really relate. Alistair was the classic definition of a player, bringing a different guy home every week. Not that Theo judged; as long as both men knew what they were getting into, he had no problems with hookups.

“I suppose you’re not interested in coming out with me tonight? I am craving a nice piece of ass, and I could use a wingman?” Alistair asked.

Theo groaned. “Sorry, bud, I’m just not feeling up for it.”

“Come on, please? I got that promotion I’ve been after, and really could use a night on the town to celebrate with my best bud,” Alistair pleaded.

Theo groaned; he had a brand new video game on his PS5 he’d been itching to play, but had wanted to be a supportive friend.

“Fine, but I won’t be staying out late.” Theo got up off the couch and pulled on a pair of jeans and a polo, planning to go out for one drink and then calling it a night.

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The club Alistair had picked was poorly lit and crowded, making Theo feel old. Although only in his midthirties, he could tell he was on the older side of the crowd. The pumping of the bass was deafening, making any attempts at conversation with his friend near impossible. Theo headed for the bar, where the music was marginally quieter. He kept thinking he saw Alec out of the corner of his eye, but of course it was never him on a closer look.

“You look like you’re having a terrible time.”

Theo looked around to see a man leaning against the bar, staring at him with a flirty smile. The man was dressed in neon green shorts and a bright orange tank top, showing off his slender, toned form. He looked to be in his midtwenties from Theo’s best guess.

“This isn’t really my idea of a good time,” Theo chuckled in reply.

“Oh yeah? And what is it that you do for fun?” The man asked, arching his eyebrow. His bright eyes sparkled with glitter in the club lights.

“I… like talking to cute boys,” Theo answered, which elicited a chuckle from the man.

“My name’s Jasper,” The man properly introduced himself, reaching his hand out.

“Theo.” Theo grabbed Jasper’s hand and shook it, “Do you want to find a quiet place to chat?”

The two men decided to ditch the club, and Theo shot Alistair a quick message to let him know he’d left. Jasper led Theo to a small park nearby where they sat on a bench overlooking a pond. Theo was surprised by how funny Jasper was. Jasper looked like the typical twink, with his bright blonde hair and flamboyant style, but he was down to earth and intelligent. An hour of small talk passed by without Theo even realizing it, surprised when he looked down at his watch.

“It’s getting late,” Theo noted, rising from the bench. “Can I give you a ride home?”

“Or you could come over?” Jasper offered.

Theo hesitated; he wasn’t really into one night stands or hookups. He had literally woken up in the bed of another man that morning, and didn’t want to treat Jasper like a rebound. He liked Jasper, though; he felt there could be something between them if he played his cards right.

“I’m not really looking for a one night stand,” Theo finally replied after an extended pause.

Jasper chuckled softly, his bright blue eyes earnest. “I like you, Theo. You’re nice and easy to talk to. Not to mention you’re crazy hot. So I’m not looking for a one night stand, either; I just want to keep spending time with you.” If it was an act, it was pretty damn convincing; Jasper seemed genuine.

“Okay, let’s see your place,” Theo agreed, leading Jasper back to where he’d parked.

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Jasper’s apartment was a small but neat one bedroom right in the heart of downtown, not a long drive from the club they’d been at. Jasper gave Theo a quick tour, ending with the men in Jasper’s bedroom.

“And this is where I sleep,” Jasper chuckled, his cheeks blushing red, “Obviously.”

“It’s nice,” Theo commented, looking around the bedroom. Jasper didn’t seem to be one to accessorize; the bedroom was sparsely decorated, with bare walls and minimal furniture.

“I’m still getting settled in here. I only moved in a few weeks ago when I relocated for work,” Jasper explained. He turned his attention towards the small television set in the room, grabbing the remote off his bed. “So, did you want to watch something? Or I’ve got a few video games, maybe we can find something to play together…”

Theo was trying to listen to Jasper, but was finding it difficult to focus. Ever since they’d entered the apartment, Theo could think of little else but tearing off Jasper’s clothes and kissing him. Theo could feel his member stiffening in his jeans, begging for attention. He was so horny it felt as if he hadn’t gotten off in weeks, regardless of the fact he’d had sex less than 24 hours earlier. Theo had been the one to make a point of taking things slow earlier when Jasper had first propositioned him; if he made a move now he’d seem like a hypocrite.

“Can I kiss you?” Theo heard the words without even realizing he was saying them. His body was moving faster than his mind, an animal instinct taking him over.

Jasper looked at Theo, a small smirk forming as he saw the lust in the other man’s eyes. “Yes,” Jasper nodded.

Theo wrapped his hands around Jasper’s narrow waist, pulling him in close. Their bodies pressed together, Theo gently grinding his crotch against Jasper’s. Jasper leaned in, his lips meeting Theo’s in a soft kiss. Theo’s whole body was electric, running wild with adrenaline; he hadn’t felt this pent up in years.

Jasper slid to his knees, his delicate fingers fumbling with the zipper on Theo’s jeans. Theo’s large thick cock sprang free, rock hard and oozing pre. Jasper looked up at Theo with a seductive wink before leaning in, taking the other man’s dick into his mouth. Jasper clearly had practice sucking dick, expertly running his tongue along the tip of Theo’s member. Theo reached his hands down, gently running his fingers through Jasper’s curly blonde hair. He let out a loud grunt as Jasper took even more of his cock into his mouth, Jasper’s nose buried in his bushy black pubes. Theo’s breathing increased as he could feel the pressure in his balls building. He usually possessed a strong sexual stamina, but felt as if he was on the verge of erupting after less than a minute of Jasper’s blowjob.

“I think I’m gonna-” Theo tried to warn Jasper, but his dick was already spurting before he had a chance to finish his sentence. Jasper seemed unfazed, gulping down the cum that Theo shot down his throat.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Jasper panted, catching his breath.

“Sorry I finished so quickly,” Theo laughed bashfully. He tucked his still hard dick back into his jeans, not bothering to wipe up the small trail of cum that still oozing from the tip.

“My jaw was getting sore; you did me a favour,” Jasper grinned in response. He slowly rose from his knees, a grimace briefly crossing his face.

“Are you alright?” Theo asked, noticing Jasper’s discomfort. Jasper clutched at his stomach, sitting down at the edge of his bed.

“I’m just feeling a little…funny…” Jasper stammered. His face was flushed, visible beads of sweat forming all across his body. Theo was immediately alarmed by the sudden turn in Jasper’s condition; he’d been fine mere moments ago. Was he having some sort of allergic reaction to Theo’s cum? Was that even possible? Theo remembered that strange potion he’d drank at that weird magic shop earlier in the day and felt a sinking feeling, hoping this wasn’t related.

Theo looked at Jasper in concern, not sure what to do. It took him a moment to realize that Jasper was growing. Jasper was taller now, his slim build widening. His shoulders were thick and broad, biceps and triceps bulging from his previously slender arms while his forearms bulked with muscle; Jasper’s jacked arms looked out of place compared to the rest of his slim body.

“What’s happening to me?” Jasper cried out, his voice cracking and deepening with every word. He held up his hand, watching as his smooth skin grew rough and calloused, his delicate fingers plumping into thick meaty sausages.

Theo felt helpless, unsure of what to do. Should he call emergency services? Would they even be able to help with whatever the hell was happening? Jasper’s changes continued, his chest pushing outwards into two firm sculpted pecs. His flat tummy sank inwards, abs popping out from the smooth stomach. Jasper’s tank top that had been loose and baggy was now skintight on his newly muscled torso.

“Fuck…Theo…help,” Jasper panted, his voice now a gravelly baritone. Theo pulled out his cellphone, cursing when he realized his battery was dead. The phone must have died earlier in the night; he hadn’t had a chance to charge it before he and Alistair had left their apartment.

“I don’t know what to do, Jasper!” Theo cried out in frustration. He could try to get help on foot, but he didn’t want to leave Jasper alone while he was going through…whatever this was. Jasper stumbled to his feet, pushing off the bed. To Theo’s surprise, the two men were now the same height, staring directly into each other’s eyes. Jasper had been nearly a foot shorter than Theo when they’d first met.

Jasper’s ass tightened, losing some of its roundness but remaining firm. His legs were now thick and powerful, corded muscles running down his quads and calves; they had nearly doubled in size during the change. Jasper howled as a prominent bulge formed at his crotch, his average sized dick growing into an impressive manhood. Dark black hairs coated Jasper’s body, thick wild patches sprouting from his armpits.

By this point, Theo had started to realize what was happening. With a sense of dread, he recognized Jasper’s newly muscled body as his own: the man standing in front of him was identical from the neck down with only his head remaining unchanged.

Even as Theo thought this, Jasper’s face started to alter. His cute little round nose grew large and pointed, his luscious lips drying out as dark stubble formed along his chin. Jasper’s jaw sharpened while his thin eyebrows grew thick and bushy. As he looked at Theo in confusion, Jasper’s bright blue eyes clouded over, darkening to a deep brown. The changes aged Jasper roughly 10 years, his pale skin growing tanned and weathered. His blonde hair faded to jet black, the strands becoming straighter and shorter.

Jasper was now an exact duplicate of Theo. Theo stared at his twin in disbelief. How had this happened? It must have been from whatever he’d drank at the magic shop.

“Jasper? Are you alright?” Theo waved a hand in front of his twin’s face. His clone was staring off in a daze, his eyes unfocused. With the physical transformation now complete, Jasper’s brain chemistry was now altering. It didn’t take long for Theo’s memories and personality to rewire the man that had been Jasper. The new Theo blinked as he awoke from his trance, his recollection of being Jasper a distant blur.

“Man, what the hell happened?” The new Theo cried out in alarm, looking into the eyes of his duplicate with wide eyed panic. All he could remember was Jasper going down on him, and then it was a blur.

“Relax,” The original Theo replied soothingly, grabbing his twin and gently guiding him into the living room so they could sit down on the couch. “I know this is wild, but we’ve got to keep our heads.”

“Why am I dressed as Jasper?” The new Theo glanced down at the tight outfit he was wearing, then back up at his clone as the realization set in. “Oh fuck, I’m Jasper, aren’t I? How the hell did this happen?”

“When you…er, when Jasper swallowed my cum, he started to change into me…us. Now there’s two of us and no Jasper,” Theo quickly recounted the last few minutes of events. “It’s must be that magic shop we went to earlier. What did the shopkeeper say - the potion would help get to know the real us? I’d say becoming us is one hell of a way to get to know us.”

“So then we need to go back to the magic shop and demand that he reverses the spell. We can’t have two of us running around - and we can’t steal Jasper’s life!” The new Theo hopped up off the couch, heading for the apartment door.

“Hold on a second,” The original Theo argued, blocking the front door. “It’s the middle of the night - there’s no way anyone’s going to be there at this hour. Let’s just take a breath, try to get some rest and deal with it in the morning. Maybe it’s only temporary, and you’ll be back to Jasper in a couple hours.”

The new Theo frowned skeptically, but eventually relented, nodding in an agreement. “Fine, we can lay low here for now. In the meantime…I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help me with that?” He gestured down at the large bulge in his shorts.

“Seriously?” Theo scowled at the other in annoyance.

“What? Technically I got you off earlier, so thought you could return the favour. Sex always helps us relieve stress. Besides, I’m you - I know we’ve thought about sucking ourselves off before,” His twin’s rationale was arguably persuasive. Theo hated to admit it but once he got past the initial fear and panic, there was something undeniably hot about the situation he found himself in. How many people got the chance to spend the night with themselves?

“It doesn’t feel right,” Theo objected halfheartedly, but they both already knew he’d been won over. He could feel his own member starting to tent in his jeans, thinking about making love to himself.

“Come on,” His twin whispered seductively, grabbing him by the hand and leading him back into the bedroom. “No one else will ever know what we did - it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

The Perfect Roommate

Keith woke up to the sound of screaming. Shooting up in bed, his eyes quickly darted around the dorm room for the source of the commotion. Keith's heart was racing as he reached for the lacrosse stick he kept beside his bed, ready to defend himself.

It didn't take long for Keith to realize what had caused him to wake up: his roommate Landon was seated at his desk, shouting at someone over the headset he was wearing. Landon was peering over his laptop, the screen displaying some RPG he'd been playing. Keith grabbed his phone off the table beside his bed and looked at the time, furious to see that it was almost 4 in the morning.

"Landon!" Keith shouted angrily. Landon glanced over his shoulder, saw Keith sat up in bed with a look of fury on his face, and let out an exasperated sigh.

"One second," Landon muttered to whoever he was talking to on the headset, "My roommate is bugging me." pulled his headset off and spun around in his desk chair so he was facing Keith. "What do you want, Keith?"

"I want to know what the hell you're doing," Keith asked through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

"Having a gaming session with some friends. Or I was, until this gay - sorry, until this stupid game killed me. It's so buggy...they've been promising a patch for months," Landon droned on and on about the game he was playing, but Keith was barely listening. He waited until Landon took a breath to interrupt.

"Maybe you can play your games without screaming at the top of your lungs and waking up the entire dorm at 4 am? Especially when you know I have practice in the morning," Keith suggested icily.

Landon did an overdramatic eyeroll. "Not to play the blame game, but you chose to join the team with 6 am practice. Just as I can choose to play my video games whenever I want. Half the room is mine, you know," Landon wheeled back around and resumed playing his game.

Accepting defeat, Keith lay back down in his bed, slamming his pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the noise.

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Keith had been excited to have a roommate. Growing up he'd been an only child, and had always been jealous seeing the bonds his friends with siblings had. He thought that having the chance to live with another guy would provide an opportunity to forge a deep connection.

On move in day, Keith had arrived at the dorm before his roommate. Determined to make a good first impression, he quickly unpacked his bags, hanging up his clothes in the closet on his side of the room. He neatly made his bed and threw a six pack of beers in the fridge. He sat on his bed, anxiously waiting for his roommate to arrive. When the door finally opened, Keith lept to his feet, ready to greet his new roomie with open arms.

Landon was not exactly what Keith had been hoping for. He was on the chubby side, bordering on obesity. Looks weren't everything to Keith, but fitness was important to him. It was clear that Landon didn't take care of himself physically; he was wheezing from walking up the short flight of stairs to his room. Still, first looks could be deceiving, and Keith still wanted to be friends.

"Hey, you must be Landon. I'm Keith," Keith smiled warmly, extending his hand for Landon to shake. Landon looked down at Keith's hand with a frown, before dismissively turning away. He threw his bags down on his bed, surveying their small dorm room.

"I can't believe I'm stuck with a roommate. The amount of money that my parents give to this school..." Landon shook his head dismissively. "And this dorm room is smaller than my bathroom back home!"

Keith could feel his big stupid grin slowly fading. This meeting was not off to a great start; not at all how he'd played it out in his head. "You're majoring in business, right?" Keith asked Landon, desperate to change the subject.

"Only because my parents think I need to have a diploma," Landon groaned. He sat down at his desk and began spinning the office chair around in circles. "Everyone knows that I'm just going to work for my dad, but they thought the optics would be better if it looked like I earned my job. Like I give a shit about optics."

"Right," Keith chuckled awkwardly. They hadn't been talking for 5 minutes and already Keith could barely stand his roommate; he seemed like a stuck up rich kid.

"Do you want a beer?" Keith offered, pulling open the fridge door. "I put some in when I first arrived, so they should be cold by now."

"Ew," Landon made a face of disgust, "I dont drink."

Of course he didn't drink; this guy was a major buzzkill. Landon unzipped one of his bags and grabbed a pair of headphones, sliding them on and effectively ending their conversation.

When Keith headed out to one of the campus parties later that night, he asked if Landon wanted to join him. "Sounds like a waste of time," Landon snorted, not bothering to look away from his laptop screen.

Things didn't improve in the coming days. It quickly became clear that Landon was a slob, leaving both clean and dirty clothes strewn across the floor of their room. His dirty dishes crowded the small amount of counter space they had, and rotting food was left to stink up the fridge until Keith would eventually throw it out. His disposition didn't become any more friendly; he would barely acknowledge Keith's presence with a grunt.

It also appeared that Landon didn't actually plan on attending his classes. He would stay up until 6 or 7 in the morning on his laptop and then spend most of the day sleeping, only ever leaving the room for food. Landon's study habits weren't any of Keith's business, but it was frustrating living with someone who operated on an entirely different schedule.

Worst of all was Landon's blatant homophobia. He tossed around words like 'gay' and 'fag' like he was living in the 90s. Keith was out and proud of his sexuality, and tried to confront Landon about his derogatory language. Landon shrugged it off, saying he had no problem with gay people and he'd try to tone down his remarks. To his benefit, Landon did seem to make a half-hearted attempt to reduce the slurs he used, at least when Keith was around. But if Keith ever brought a guy back to the dorm room (which was rare, given its messy state), he could see Landon glaring at Keith with disgust. Keith would never sleep with a guy in front of his roommate, but even if he sat on his bed beside his date to watch a movie on his laptop, he would get a disapproving shake of the head from Landon.

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The afternoon after their early morning altercation, Keith returned back to the dorm room. Landon was passed out in his bed, mouth hanging open with a large puddle of drool collecting on his pillow. Keith looked at his roommate with utter revulsion; he had reached his limit.

He sat down at his desk, pulling open his laptop. It was time to turn to the dark arts, he decided. His uncle was a powerful wizard and had taught Keith a basic spell or two over the years. Keith was by no means an expert at witchcraft, but magic did flow through his bloodline. He was certain he could find a magical solution to deal with Landon.

It didn't take long until Keith found the perfect spell. The magical world was quite easy to navigate, if you knew where to look. It seemed simple enough; all he needed was a pentagram, some candles and to recite the spell in archaic Latin. Keith waited patiently to have the dorm room to himself, studying for his courses while Landon slept. Eventually Landon woke up and stumbled down to the cafeteria to grab a late lunch.

Keith wasted no time once Landon left, drawing a pentagram on the dorm floor in chalk and lighting a candle at each point. He chanted the spell he'd memorized, his deep voice booming with power. As soon as he'd finished the recitation, Keith felt his body growing warm. He stripped out of his clothes, a thick layer of perspiration coating his body. He raised his arm and took a tentative sniff of his pit, his eyes watering at the smell; his body odour was strong and rank.

Keith grabbed a ball of Landon's clothes off the floor, wiping them along his sweaty body. He lay down in Landon's bed, getting the sheets wet with his excretion. The entire room stunk of Keith's body odour. Satisfied, Keith went to the adjoining bathroom he shared with Landon. He grabbed Landon's towel and used it to wipe the remaining sweat and grime from his body. He pulled on some clean clothes and cleaned up from his spell, tucking away the candles and wiping away the chalk drawing.

A few minutes later, Landon returned to the room with a half eaten plate of food in his hand. His nose wrinkled up at the overwhelming musk filling the dorm. As he breathed in Keith's scent, a dopey grin crossed Landon's face. He went over and sat down on his bed, munching away at his plate. Keith kept on expecting Landon to complain about the stench, but Landon seemed oblivious to the smell.

The two men worked away on their computers until it was time for Keith to go to class. By the time he got back from lecture, the clothes that had covered the floor were gone. Landon was seated at his desk, reading from some business textbook. It was the first time Keith had seen Landon do any coursework.

"You picked up your clothes," Keith remarked, sitting down at his own desk.

"Yeah, I figured it was the least I could do," Landon shrugged, "Just trying to keep things clean for my roomie."

Keith woke up the next morning to find that the dirty dishes had been cleaned and put away. For the first time since moving in, their dorm room actually looked clean. Landon was nowhere to be seen, and it took Keith a moment to realize his roommate had actually attended his morning lecture for a change.

Landon's personality continued to shift over the coming days. Landon was now studying for his courses on a regular basis while his gaming sessions were growing shorter and fewer. He was starting to become friendly with Keith, asking how Keith's day was going and making pleasant small talk. He even asked if he could tag along when Keith went out for friends one night. Keith, for his part, continued to wipe his aroma all over Landon's belongings.

One night, Keith came back to the dorm room from a late night run, his body dripping with sweat. Landon was already asleep in his bed, softly snoring. After chugging down his water bottle and catching his breath, Keith stealthily walked over to Landon's bed. The spell was working exactly as planned: the more Landon breathed in Keith's musk, the more he was starting to act like Keith. Keith wondered what direct exposure to his sweat would do to Landon.

Keith plunged his sweaty armpit directly into Landon's open mouth. Landon gasped and choked for a second, and Keith was worried he was about to wake up. The panting for breath quickly subsided, and Landon started tonguing Keith's pit, eagerly licking up his sweat. The feeling of Landon's tongue licking his pit was making Keith hard; he pulled down his gym shorts and started stroking himself. Landon was gently moaning as he buried his nose in Keith's armpit, still fully asleep. As Keith looked at Landon, he noticed his roommate looked different. His pasty complexion was a bit darker, taking on a golden tan. Landon's round belly looked a little less swollen, as if he has lost some weight. His flabby arms had some slight definition, like he'd started working out. Even Landon's bulge was looking at bit bigger than usual, his cock appearing to have grown an inch or two.

Keith panted heavily as he ejaculated, cumming all over his chest and abs. He wiped the semen off and rubbed it all over Landon's pudgy torso. Keith removed his pit from Landon's mouth and went to his own bed to rest for the night.

The next morning, Keith returned from class to walk in to Landon jerking off to porn. The porn in question was a video that Keith knew well, as he'd watched it countless times himself: two muscular men dressed as construction workers, fucking on their jobsite. Landon scrambled to slam his laptop shut, tucking his dick back into his sweatpants.

"I was...I was just..." Landon stuttered, quickly rising from his desk. "I've got to get ready for class." Without another word, Landon hurried to their bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Keith smirked as he heard the shower turn on. Landon was so close; he just needed one last push over the edge. Keith stripped out of his clothes until he was only in a pair of black boxers. He had been wearing the boxers for over 48 hours, letting them soak in his musk and sweat. Landon emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Keith approached Landon and tugged at the towel, causing it to fall to the floor and leaving Landon naked. Keith slid his own boxers off so he was nude as well, the two men standing face to face.

"Put these on," Keith ordered, placing his boxers into Landon's hands. Landon had a look of confusion, as if he knew something wasn't right. For a moment Keith wondered if Landon was going to disobey him, but Landon was already too far along in the process. He slowly stepped into Keith's boxers, pulling them up over his hardening erection. The material was tight over Landon's thick ass and wide thighs; it looked like one wrong move could cause the boxers to tear to shreds.

Keith drove Landon down onto his knees. Keith's thick veiny cock was now directly in Landon's face. "Breathe it in," Keith ordered. Landon leant in and took a deep whiff of Keith's cock and balls, Landon's nose pressing deep into Keith's dark curly pubes.

Landon's body jolted as he inhaled the musk of Keith's crotch. The changes that had been gradually altering Landon accelerated, his body finally reaching the breaking point after days of being invaded by Keith's stench. Landon's stomach sank in, his belly melting away to reveal a defined set of abs. His floppy man tits followed suit, tightening into a pair of beefy pecs. His shoulders widened while Landon's arms bulged with thick, chiseled muscle. The bulge in Landon's boxers continued to grow more prominent, growing larger with every sniff the man took.

"Fuck," Keith panted, his dick spraying a thick wad of cum all over Landon's face. Landon's facial features began to shift, his double chin disappearing as his jawline tightened. Landon stood back up in front of Keith. It was like looking in a mirror; Landon had morphed into a perfect replica of Keith.

With the spell complete, Keith wasted no time making love to his twin. It was incredible having sex with himself; the two men knew exactly what the other one liked and how to turn each other on.

I really did enjoy writing this story and would be interested in continuing Tyson's adventures. For anyone who has read the story (found here):

Read Part 1 Here

For the first time in what felt like forever, Coach Ryerson felt free. Even better, he felt powerful. Over the last few decades, Ryerson had dedicated the best years of his life to help younger, luckier men achieve their dreams. He tirelessly worked with his team on and off the field, coaching countless of his students to the big league. He didn't ask for much in return; all he wanted was the respect of his players. He needed to feel like all of his hard work meant something. So when someone had started stealing his clothes a few months ago, it had been a huge blow to his ego.

He had gone home and ranted to his husband about how betrayed he felt. Brody had been very smpathetic of Ryerson's situation, having seen firsthand how much his husband cared about his students.

"You need to teach those boys a lesson," Brody had suggested, perusing the bookshelf that contained his spellbooks. Brody had short grey hair and a neatly trimmed beard, with a lean but well toned physique.

"How? I don't even know who's stealing from me. It could be any of the players. Or all of them," Ryerson moped, "Besides, the college wouldn't let me do anything anyways. They'd side with the players, saying 'boys will be boys'."

"Luckily you're married to me," Brody smirked at Ryerson, grabbing the tome he'd been searching for. "All I need to do is put a spell on your clothes, and the magic will take care of identifying AND punishing the culprit."

"Not a bad idea," Ryerson had nodded in agreement. "What kind of spell?"

"You'll have to wait and see," Brody winked, leaning in for a kiss.

Now, inhabiting the body of one of his players, Ryerson felt unstoppable. He didn't care about the rules anymore, or what was right or wrong. He was going to do what he wanted, and right now Ryerson wanted John. He flashed John a cocky grin, slowly strutting across the locker room. His massive cock was rock hard, the swollen mushroom head dripping with precum.

"I know you want me, John," Coach growled seductively, reaching out and gently running his fingers across John's chest. "I've seen the way you stare at me during practice. I know all about your little crush."

Ryerson slid his hand down John's torso, caressing the younger man's chiseled abs. Ryerson's touch was electric, sending sparks of ecstacy throughout John's whole body. John wanted to tell his Coach to stop, but being in such close proximity to Ryerson was making him disoriented; it was difficult to focus or resist.

"I...I don't understand what's happening..." John muttered in a daze. He needed to get away, needed to get help for Aaron. His boyfriend had miraculously transformed into the beast of a man standing before him, but the panic that John initially felt was quickly subsiding. He knew this was all wrong, but he found it difficult to care. The spell was amplifying John's pre-existing crush on Ryerson, leaving John in his Coach's thrall.

"It's okay, John," Ryerson leaned in and whispered soothingly in John's ear, his touch continuing to slide down John's body. Finally reaching John's crotch, Coach took a firm grip of John's erect member through the underwear. He slowly started to stroke his hand along John's shaft, and John let out a moan in pleasure.

"Doesn't that feel good, John?" Coach asked.

"Yes, but...Aaron," John stammered, trying to focus his thoughts. The harder he tried to think about his boyfriend, the more clouded his mind was becoming. It was becoming increasingly difficult for John to think of anything but Coach Ryerson.

Ryerson took John by the hand and led him over to one of the wooden benches. Coach pushed John onto the bench, forcing him into a seated position. The veiny head of Ryerson's dick was mere inches away from John's lips, leaking a delicious trail of precum. Not able to control his desires, John leaned forward and hungrily licked up Ryerson's precum with his tongue.

"Go on, John," Coach moaned encouragingly, running his hands through John's jet black hair, "Suck on it."

The sweaty musk emanating from Ryerson's cock and balls was intoxicating. Thoughts of Aaron and everything else quickly faded from John's mind, until his single thought was Coach Ryerson. Gingerly, he parted his lips and took in the tip of Coach Ryerson's cock. Ryerson grabbed hold of the back of John's head as he began to thrust his dick into the other man's mouth. John had limited experience sucking dick; he'd only previously sucked off Aaron, who had a considerably shorter and thinner cock than Coach. John nearly gagged as he sucked on Ryerson, but relaxed his jaw and started to tongue the swollen tip of his mentor's member. His gag reflex subsided and John started to bob his head back and forth, taking in more and more of Coach's cock until the man's big hairy balls were smacking him in the face.

"Yes!" Ryerson cried out ecstatically. His whole body was tensing, craving release.

John could feel Ryerson's body began to seize up and knew that his Coach must have been getting close. He increased the momentum of his thrusts, pulling his own cock out from his briefs and jerking himself. He wanted to taste Ryerson's sweet and salty seed more than anything.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Coach grunted, his hips spasming as his dick erupted. John hungrily swallowed Coach Ryerson's seed as it was pumped directly into his mouth and down his throat. It was the most exquisite thing he'd ever tasted, and he wanted every last drop. After several seconds, the spurts of cum finally subsided and Coach Ryerson slowly slid his dick from John's mouth.

"Fuck, Coach," John panted breathlessly, wiping away some excess semen that was dripping down his chin, "That was insanely hot."

"We're just getting started, stud," Coach Ryerson laughed mischievously, looking down at his student and giving him a wink.

Coach pulled John back to his feet. John was still in a daze, his body on autopilot as it responded to Coach's touch. Ryerson knelt down in front of John, picking up the boxers he'd discarded on the floor earlier. He slid John's briefs down the young man's legs, giving John's exposed erection a few strokes. Ryerson maneuvered his own boxers up John's legs and over his crotch, snapping the waistband at John's hips. "Coach...?" John struggled to regain his composure, afraid of what the boxers would do to him. "Come on John, don't you want the body of a real man?" Coach Ryerson smirked.

John could feel the boxers heat up; a strange, pleasing sensation flowed into his body from the underwear. The power entering his body filled him with bliss, and John felt like he was about to cream any second. Ryerson watched on as the changes began, beating off his own dick all the while. John grew taller, going from a height of 5'7 to 6'1. His feet expanded as his legs bulked up, growing thick with muscle while losing some of their definition. John's tight firm ass rounded out, a soft layer of fat cushioning his butt. He moaned in pleasure, reaching a hand down to his crotch as he felt his cock start to expand. His average sized dick grew four inches longer and doubled in girth until it was the same size as Coach's package. John's balls dropped, swelling to the size of oranges as they quickly filled with cum. John's chest began to swell with muscle and fat. He'd had the lean defined frame of a runner, but that quickly disappeared as he packed on the pounds. His pecs inflated with muscle while his abs bulged outwards, leaving him with a small round belly. His shoulders broadened while his biceps thickened with definition, the veins in his arms bulging out. A thick treasure trail formed on John's chest as coarse dark brown hairs emerged from his skin. Similar hairs sprouted from his legs and arms, leaving the previously smooth young man with a hirsute body. The pleasure eradiating from John's cock continued to grow until John could not contain himself anymore. He let out a deep manly grunt as his cock started to spurt out cum, drenching the boxers he was wearing in semen. At the sight of his student cumming, Coach Ryerson let out an animalistic roar and began to ejaculate as well. John's face began to mature as he started to take on the same facial features as Coach. He lost his round, boyish face as his jaw squared out and he grew some stubble on his chin. His sky blue eyes darkened to a mossy green while his styled, slicked back hair shortened into a crew cut and grew lighter, settling at a dark brown colour with some silver highlights throughout. Coach Ryerson looked at his former student, who was now an exact replica of himself. The new Coach Ryerson slid off his boxers so he was now naked as well, slowly running his hands along his rock hard shaft.

"Well, I think we taught those boys a lesson," He laughed.

The new Ryerson continued to stroke his shaft, the tip of his cock oozing out cum. The original Coach got down on his knees and placed his clone's dick in his mouth, hungrily swallowing his seed. It was incredibly hot to be able to suck on his own cock; Coach had always fantasized about making love to himself, but he had never thought it a possibility before today.

"Holy fuck, that's so hot," The new Coach grinned at the original. He ogled his clone lustfully, taking in his handsome face, beefy bod and gargantuan cock. Coach had always known he was a good looking man, but being able to admire himself up close and personal was providing a newfound appreciation for his own sexiness.

"What do you say we take this to the showers?" The original Coach asked, raising his eyebrows seductively and running his hands along the new Ryerson's cum covered chest. He raised his fingers to his lips and slowly licked up the semen, never breaking eye contact with his twin. "I think we need to clean you up."

The two Coaches made their way from the locker room area of the changeroom to the showers, both men naked and rock hard. The Coach trailing behind had his eyes fixated on his duplicate's rear end, watching as his round ass bounced with every step he took. He wanted nothing more to shove his raging boner up that hole and fuck himself. The two Coaches were so fixated on each other's bodies they neglected to notice that the discarded boxers had been left on one of the locker room benches.

Read Part 1 here

Chase pulled the door to the locker room open, toweling the sweat off his face. It was Friday evening, and usually he'd be getting ready for a night out with the boys around this time. His goal for this semester was to bulk up, so he'd been putting in extra long hours at the gym and cutting back on his partying. He'd had the entire gym to himself today, which suited him just fine; his slender frame made him self conscious to work out in front of his more muscular peers.

As he'd expected, the locker room was also vacant at this time of night. He opened up his locker, grabbing his backpack and the change of clothes he'd stashed in there earlier. He stripped off his muscle shirt and shorts, flexing in the mirror and frowning at his reflection. No matter how much or how often he lifted, Chase felt like it was impossible to gain muscle, his build remaining toned but slim.

His bright yellow briefs were soaked in sweat, and Chase decided to have a quick shower before making the walk back to his residence. He slid the briefs off, grabbing a towel as he entered the showers. While rinsing off, Chase's thoughts drifted to Coach Thomas, his football coach. He often found himself daydreaming about his coach's big, beefy body and rugged good looks. Chase sometimes wondered if the feeling of attraction between them was mutual; he sensed an unspoken connection between them. He just as quickly dismissed the idea, shaking his head; Coach Thomas could have anyone he wanted. Why would he ever be attracted to Chase, a skinny little college student?

Chased turned the shower off, heading back out to his locker before pulling on a pair of loose red boxers. He finished getting dressed into his street attire, now wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.

As Chase packed his used gym clothes into his bag, he noticed that one of the lockers was slightly ajar, unlocked - whoever owned the locker must have forgotten to close it properly. Curious, Chase walked over to the locker and swung it open to peer inside.

He instantly recognized the belongings of Coach Thomas. There was a hoodie and pair of sweatpants that Chase had seen Coach wear countless times in the past. Chase's heart fluttered; he idolized his Coach. Being so close to the older man's personal belongings felt like an invasion of privacy, but it was also a thrill. Chase reached out to grab a pair of black boxers out of the locker, feeling the soft silky fabric between his fingertips.

Chase's member was beginning to stiffen as he fondled his coach's underwear. Coach Thomas was the epitome of a perfect man, in Chase's eyes; the man exuded confidence, masculinity and maturity. Chase wasn't sure if he wanted to be with Coach or be Coach - both fantasies were equally alluring to him.

Realizing he had the perfect opportunity, Chase stuffed Coach's boxers into his backpack before he slammed Coach's locker shut. He was in such a rush he neglected to realize his own yellow briefs were still sitting on the bench where he'd taken them off. No sooner had he zipped up his backpack then he heard the door to the locker room open. He looked up in alarm as Coach Thomas strolled into the room.

"Oh, Hey Coach," Chase tried to sound nonchalant, feeling his cheeks redden. He took a deep breath to calm himself, forcing a smile.

"Chase," Coach Thomas replied with a stiff nod, "You're here late." Was it Chase's imagination, or was Coach looking at him with suspicion?

"Yeah, I decided to git the gym. Trying to put on some muscle," Chase tried to sound casual, playing it cool. The longer he stayed in the locker room, the more time Coach would have to figure out that something was up.

"Anyways, I got to get going. Have a good weekend, Coach." Chase practically sprinted out of the locker room, desperate to get away from Coach Thomas.

On the short walk back to his place, Chase kept glancing anxiously over his shoulder. His heart was pounding in his chest; at any moment he expected someone to grab his shoulder and confront him for stealing Coach's boxers. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until he has inside his apartment with the front door bolted.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He called out, to no response. His roommates were already out, as he'd expected, and wouldn't be back for several hours. He slung his backpack off and unzipped it, pulling out Coach's boxers. He couldn't believe he'd actually gotten away with stealing them right out from under Coach Thomas' nose. Chase lifted the underwear to his nose and took a deep breath, inhaling Coach's musky odour. The pungent stench of Coach's crotch was driving Chase wild, and he could feel his dick stiffening once more.

He rushed to the bathroom and stripped his clothes off, throwing them to the floor with reckless abandon. After one last whiff, Chase pulled Coach's boxers up his slender legs and over his erection, snapping the waistband around his narrow hips. He studied his reflection in the mirror, flexing his arms; maybe his dedication was starting to pay off at the gym after all. He felt like he had more definition than he remembered seeing earlier in the locker room.

Chase rubbed his throbbing member through Coach's boxers. He often fantasized about sleeping with Coach Thomas, but his fantasies equally involved him being Coach Thomas. Coach was so masculine, so powerful, so confident - his very presence commanded the attention of those around him. His thick burly build was everything that Chase aspired to be, desperate to leave his twinklike appearance behind and become a real man.

Chase continued to stare at himself in the mirror. His toned, slender arms twitched, a muscle spasm running through them. As the sinew in his biceps and triceps contracted, his arms began to swell, thickening with muscle. His arms filled out considerably, tendons and ligaments developing beneath the skin. Chase looked down at his body, admiring his enlarged, beefy arms. His shoulders quickly followed suit, broadening as his narrow frame widened. Chase shifted his stance to accommodate the weight and muscle his slim build was quickly putting on, shocked by his new bulky appearance.

Chase studied Coach's boxers hanging around his waist. They had been baggy and loose, but he was starting to fill them out nicely with his growing body. He wondered if wearing them was causing the changes, and if he would be able to stop them if he took them off. But did he want it to stop? Wasn't this the body he'd always wanted?

Chase's torso was the next to change, beginning with his flat chest. His almost nonexistent pecs bulged, growing beefy with muscle whilst his nipples enlargened. His meaty pecs softened as his body started to fatten, losing some of their definition but remaining firm and powerful. The abs that Chase had worked so hard for over the past several months vanished in an instant, fading away as his stomach bloated into a round belly. Chase rubbed his new paunch with satisfaction, delighted by his thick midsection. With every passing moment, he was becoming more and more like Coach Thomas, just as he'd always wished.

Chase's rearside was not immune to the metamorphosis. His tight round butt began to plump up, bulging with muscle and fat. It continued to inflate, causing the boxers to grow even tighter around him. His slender legs looked out of place in comparison to his bulky upper half, but they wouldn't for much longer. His thighs and quads ballooned with muscle, growing thick and sturdy.

Chase's already rock hard cock began to throb, begging for release. He reached a hand down and stroked himself through the boxers. His soft warm skin grew weathered, losing its youthful glow. Dark brown hairs quickly sprouted from his smooth body, covering his legs and arms while a thick treasure trail formed along his belly. Other than his crotch and head, Chase was identical to Coach Thomas now.

"This is fucking incredible," he whispered to himself, hearing the deep booming voice of Coach Thomas emerging from his lips. His facial features began to shift, his jawline squaring out as his cute face matured into a more masculine visage. His forehead expanded as his blonde hair darkened and shortened, his hairline receding. His eyebrows thickened while his button nose widened, his lips cracking as they grew chapped with age. A dark stubble spread along his chin, covering the lower half of his face in a well maintained beard.

Chase let out a manly grunt as his dick finally spewed, shooting out thick ropes of cum into the boxers. His cock grew long and girthy, his balls swelling to over twice their original size and filling with Coach Thomas' sperm.

With the physical conversion now complete, Chase looked at the reflection of Coach Thomas in the mirror. He had no idea how he had undergone such a miraculous transformation, but was stoked to have the body of his Coach. He couldn't wait to show off his new look to all his friends, reaching down and cupping a feel of his massive member.

His excitement was short lived, however. A splitting headache suddenly overtook Chase, his vision blurring. The mental changes were even quicker than the physical alteration; in mere seconds Chase was gone, Coach Thomas having completely taken over.

Coach Thomas looked around the unfamiliar bathroom, scratching his head in confusion. He wasn't in his apartment or on the college campus, so where the hell was he? He glanced down, realizing he was practically naked other than his cum filled boxers.

"What the fuck?" He wondered aloud. Was he at the house of a hookup, maybe? But surely he'd be able to remember that, unless he'd gotten completely wasted the night before.

Thomas cautiously pulled open the bathroom door. It was all quiet in the apartment, as far as he could tell. "Hello?" He called out, to no response. He let out a small sigh of relief, seemingly alone for now.

There were clothes on the bathroom floor, but they were too small for him. Entering the apartment hallway, he wandered into the nearest bedroom hoping to find some of his own clothes. He was surprised to find a closet full of football gear with the college's name emblazoned across the front; was he at the home of one of his athlete's? Thomas hoped he hadn't fucked one of his students in a drunken stupor. He found a hoodie and pair of sweatpants he was able to squeeze into and quickly dressed.

Thomas' mind was racing as he hurried for the apartment door. Why was he experiencing blackouts? What the hell had happened in the bathroom before he came to his senses? He'd have time to think about that later, but right now he was desperate to get out of wherever the hell he was and back to his own place.

Thomas pulled open the apartment door only to come face to face with Chase standing outside in the hallway. The younger man had a set of keys in his hand, looking up at Thomas with a puzzled expression.

"Coach?" Chase asked, laughing nervously. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Thomas blushed bright red, struggling to come up with a reasonable explanation. While he stumbled over his words, he noticed that Chase's attire looked extremely familiar.

A light elbow to the chest woke Tyson from his sleep. He quickly opened his eyes, looking around at his surroundings in alarm until he realized that he was in lecture hall. He must have fallen asleep in class again. He glanced over at his friend Matthew, who gave him a little smirk.

“How long was I asleep for?” Tyson muttered under his breath.

“Only a couple of minutes. I would’ve woken you sooner, but you look so cute when you sleep,” Matthew replied with a wink.

Lecture had just ended, and both Tyson and Matthew rose from their seats and packed their bags.

“Tyson? Can I have a word with you?” Professor Duncan called from the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll wait for you outside. Good luck,” Matthew whispered, heading towards the exit with the other students.

Tyson let out a sigh as he approached Professor Duncan. The man was in his early fifties, with short gray hair and a well weathered face that indicated he had been through much in his life. He looked on at Tyson disapprovingly with his steely gaze, packing his own supplies into his satchel as he did so.

“Did you have a good rest?” Duncan asked snidely with no trace of amusement.

“Professor, I -” Tyson started.

“I’m sure you have a good excuse, just as you did the last half a dozen times I caught you sleeping in my class. I am not interested in your personal issues. What I am interested in is why you choose to take up a spot in my class when there is a waitlist of students that actually want to learn what I am teaching,” Duncan lectured, sliding off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

“It’s just-” Tyson tried again.

“Every single person in this class has personal issues going on, Tyson. The difference between them and you is that they find a way to manage their problems so they can contribute meaningfully to this class, not sleep through it. At this point, you are going to need to ace the midterm next week just to scrape by with a passing grade, and based on your academic history, I find that highly doubtful,” Duncan slung his satchel up his arm and started heading for the lecture exit, walking past Tyson as he did so.

“Are you saying you’re kicking me out of the class?” Tyson asked in shock.

Duncan glanced over his shoulder at Tyson, a trace of pity in his dark blue eyes. “I’m saying that you need to get your priorities in check. Must I remind you that failing my class means you will get cut from all extracurricular activities?” Before Tyson could respond, Professor Duncan swiftly exited out into the hallway, leaving him along with his thoughts.

“So how bad did that go?” Matthew asked once Tyson emerged from the classroom. Matthew was the same age as Tyson, and the two had been good friends since meeting as freshmen in college. While Tyson was the athletic type, Matthew was more academic oriented. Despite being heavily dedicated to his studies, Matthew was in good physique, with his daily morning runs allowing him to maintain a slim frame. He had curly blonde hair and bright green eyes with a charming smile that gave him the perfect boy-next-door appearance.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tyson replied sullenly, falling in step with Matthew as they made their way through the campus towards the parking lot.

“Not great then,” Matthew surmised.

“He’s saying I’m going to fail the course. And if I fail the course, that means I’m off the team,” Tyson explained through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

“It sounds like you could really use study group then. I’m meeting some friends in the library to prep for next week’s midterm; you should come,” Matthew offered.

“Nothing would make me happier, but I’ve got to get to work,” Tyson declined reluctantly. He could really use the extra help studying, but there was no way he could afford not to go into work. He was barely keeping up with his tuition payments and Kyle kept bothering him about getting caught up in his rent.

“Sorry, I forgot. Well, if you get off early, we’ll likely be studying late tonight. Text me!” Matthew shouted as he hurried away, heading towards the campus library.

---

Tyson wiped a thick layer of grease off the deep fryers with a damp cloth, hard rock music pounding through his headphones. Luckily, it had been a slower night at work so far, and Leon had agreed to maintain the counter so that Tyson could focus on cleaning up the kitchen.

“Tyson!” Leon shouted so that Leon could hear him over the music blaring through his ears. Tyson looked up from the fryer and took out his headphones, turning to face Leon.

Leon was in his early thirties, with a dark black baseball cap covering his bright cotton candy pink hair. He also had on a long-sleeved black shirt to cover the sleeves of tattoos he had on both his arms. The only hint of his rebellious nature noticeable in his work attire was the metal spike running through his right eyebrow. Tyson and Leon had been flirting with each other since they had started working together months ago, but with Tyson’s busy schedule he didn’t have time to even think about pursuing relationships.

“I’m heading out for a smoke break. Can you watch the counter?” Leon asked. Tyson nodded in agreement, rising from his knees and taking off the grease-stained apron he was wearing before heading out front to the counter area.

The bell rung, and Tyson looked to see his teammate and rival Travis entering. Travis was wearing his varsity letterman’s jacket with a skin-tight V-neck shirt on underneath, showing off his pecs and abs. Tyson and Travis had briefly been friends when they joined the football team at the same time, but Travis quickly grew to resent Tyson after Tyson had been made starting quarterback by their coach.

“Oh hey, Tyson,” Travis laughed, giving Tyson a quick once over in his unflattering work uniform, “I forgot you worked at this shithole.” Travis ran his hand through his spiky jet-black hair, his dark brown eyes sparkling with joy at torturing Tyson.

“What do you want, Travis?” Tyson asked, rolling his eyes.

“Missed you at football practice tonight. Not really, because it gave me another chance to show coach how wrong he was to make you part of our starting line,” Travis continued.

“I had to work. Coach was okay with me missing practice,” Tyson explained, feeling the rage seething inside of him.

“Still,” Travis smirked, “You’ve been missing a lot of practices lately. How long do you think Coach realizes you’re dead weight and just drops you from the team completely?”

Tyson wanted to leap over the counter and punch Travis, but he knew that would do him no good. Instead he calmly steadied his breathing and maintained a stony expression while facing Travis. “Are you going to order something?”

“Nah, I think I’ve lost my appetite. The smell wafting off you is rancid,” Travis chuckled, turning to exit.

After their shift, Leon offered to take Tyson out for a drink, but Tyson had to politely decline. As much as he loved the idea of having some downtime, he needed to get some sleep to be ready for football practice tomorrow. After his run in with Travis, Tyson needed to be sure to bring his A game.

---

Tyson slowly crept into the small apartment he was renting out, trying not to awaken his roommate Kyle. It was well after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint. As he was making a quick dinner before bed, he noticed a note left on the fridge.

'Tyson, I wanted to talk to you about this in person but you’re never home these days. You are still two months behind in rent. You know I like you and I don’t mind covering for you now and again, but this is getting out of hand. I can’t keep paying both your rent and mine. If you can’t get caught up by the end of the month, I’m going to have to start looking for another roommate. -Kyle’

Tyson shook his head in frustration, feeling completely overwhelmed and unsure of how to proceed. He just didn’t have enough time to do everything he needed to do; it was impossible to juggle a full-time job, college courses and varsity football. Some days he wished he could split himself in two; it felt like the only way he could ever get ahead in life.

Tyson’s cellphone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that he’d just received an email. He opened his inbox to see that it was just another spam mail; he was about to delete it when the email heading caught his interest.

“Clone machine?” He read aloud, arching his eyebrows.

---

Tyson woke up early the next morning to the sound of the doorbell. Jumping out of bed, he quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt and hurried towards the front door. Kyle was still asleep, as was to be expected; Kyle worked from home in the software industry and usually didn’t start his day until around 10.

Tyson unlocked the apartment door and pulled it open to find there was no one in the hallway. He leaned out and did a quick look both ways, but there was no sign of movement. Glancing downwards, Tyson noticed a small nondescript cardboard box sitting in front of the apartment doorway; he picked it up before closing and relocking the door.

After returning to his bedroom, Tyson tore open the box to find what looked like a smartwatch inside. It took him a moment to remember that he had clicked on the ad for the Clone Machine late last night; this must have been related to that.

“That was fast delivery,” He muttered to himself, slipping the device around his wrist and hitting the power button on the side. When he had read the advertisement for a Clone Machine, this had certainly not been what he’d been expecting. The screen lit up with text: ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Tyson’s body was projected from the device, showing him naked and erect. Tyson was surprised at the high quality; when he had ordered the device, he had been more or less confident that it was some kind of scam. Looking at the device’s detailed model of his body, Tyson started to feel like it might actually be legitimate.

‘Please confirm subject: Tyson Rogers. Yes/No’ Tyson selected yes on the screen, and the 3D model of himself vanished. ‘Please select target.’

---

After football practice, Coach called Tyson and Travis to his office. Tyson still had the device wrapped around his wrist; it had seemed like a great idea when he’d make the order last night, but now that he actually had the machine in his hands he was having second thoughts. Could he really overwrite somebody else’s life with his own? Making someone into his unwilling clone didn’t seem right, no matter how much easier his own life would be with the ability to split his burdens. He’d been lost in his thoughts all morning, struggling with the dilemma, and knew he hadn’t performed well during practice.

“So here’s the situation, boys,” Coach explained, gesturing for Tyson and Travis to take a seat across his desk from him, “You’re both good. Really good. And I know that it’s common for rivalries to form, but I don’t want that for you two; we’re all on the same team, with the same goal.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Coach,” Travis nodded, a sly smirk on his lips, “Which is why I think it’s so important for the team to show up to every practice. How are we supposed to work effectively if our starting quarterback only shows up half of the time?”

Tyson opened his mouth to object, but Coach but his hands up to silence both of them. “Tyson has already discussed his circumstances with me, Travis, and I don’t want to hear anymore on the matter. That’s not why I called you in here.”

“Why did you call us in here?” Tyson asked, a sense of dread rising in him.

“I have given it a lot of thought, and I have decided that you both should share the roll of leading the team. That means that both of you will be our starting quarterback, alternating games.”

Tyson felt the ground drop out from under him; it was just as Travis had predicted. Coach was punishing him with a demotion because he wasn’t able to commit 100% to practice.

“I think that’s a great idea, Coach,” Travis said, looking at Tyson with a smug sneer of triumph.

“Coach, I…” Tyson started.

“I realize this may seem unfair, Tyson, but it’s my job to do what’s best for the team. This is not up for discussion; Travis will be starting quarterback for the game on Friday, and then you will for the game next week,” Coach stood up from his desk, indicating that the conversation was over. “Now hit the showers.”

Still feeling shell-shocked, Tyson followed Travis into the locker room. Most of the team had already showered and headed out while they’d been in the meeting with Coach, leaving the changeroom practically empty.

“I tried to warn you,” Travis laughed, starting to slip off his football uniform, “It was only a matter of time before Coach realized I’m the better player.”

“Fuck off, Travis,” Tyson responded angrily, pulling his jersey and shoulder pads up over his head.

“Good comeback,” Travis chuckled. He slammed his fist into the locker, leaning in menacingly. “Enjoy the games you have left, because I’m coming for you.”

Travis pulled down his underwear and headed for the shower room, a towel slung over his shoulder. Without stopping to think about it, Tyson raised his wrist and pointed the device towards Travis, pressing the screen to select him as a target. ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Travis was projected from the device. ‘Please confirm target: Travis Smith. Yes/No.’ Tyson didn’t give himself the chance to hesitate, selecting yes as soon as the option was displayed.

‘Cloning in progress…0%’ __ After stripping down fully, Tyson grabbed a towel and headed into the showers. Travis was already at one of the showers, lathering himself up; Tyson went to the shower a few away from the other man.

Travis looked over at Tyson as he entered the shower and grinned. “Like what you see, faggot?”

Tyson blushed bright red as he looked down; he’d been so excited in using the Clone Machine he hadn’t noticed he’d grown a boner. Tyson looked back over at Travis and grinned.

“You’re one to talk,” Tyson mocked, gesturing down at Travis’ member. Travis had been soft when Tyson had entered the showers, but his dick was starting to fill with blood and harden. Travis quickly covered his erection with his hands and turned away from Tyson, clearly flustered.

As Tyson watched on, Travis was slowly starting to grow a bit shorter. Travis has been a few inches taller than Tyson, but he was rapidly losing his height advantage as his limbs shortened until the two men were eye level. Next, Travis’ frame started to broaden, his shoulders widening as he took on a stockier build. Tyson looked down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…30%’.

“Could you pass the soap?” Tyson called out to Travis, trying to get the other man to turn around so he could better watch the changes as they happened. He expected to get a snarky reply, but Travis wordlessly turned back towards Tyson and handed him the bar of soap.

Travis’ pecs seemed to be swelling larger with each breath he took. As they bulked up, the pecs lost a little definition, growing round and beefy. Travis’ six pack abs started to flatten, vanishing as his stomach bulged outwards into a hard muscle gut. Hairs started to grow in a line up Travis’ stomach towards his navel; the patch of hair around his crotch was also growing thicker, starting off as dark brown before lightening to a blonde. The hairs along Travis’ shins and forearms also lightened, growing longer. Curly blonde hairs sprouted from Travis’ chest surrounding his newly hardened nipples.

“I never noticed how hot your body was,” Travis commented, breaking the silence between the two men. Tyson noticed that Travis’ voice was a little less rough and gutteral than usual, sounding softer and more friendly. Travis had taken his own cock in hand, slowly stroking it as he gawked at Tyson’s wet body.

“I didn’t think you were into guys,” Tyson replied, still finding the changes he was seeing right before his eyes unbelievable. As Travis continued to jerk himself, his dick grew slightly shorter but thickened considerably, his balls expanding and hanging lower.

“I wasn’t…I’m not…I’m not sure,” Travis frowned, pausing midstroke to stare off into space and frown. His personality was obviously starting to change, and Travis seemed to be caught in between the new memories from Tyson of being gay and his original memories of being straight.

“You certainly seem to be into guys,” Tyson smirked confidently, taking a step toward Travis and running his hands down his now hairy chest. Travis moaned out as Tyson slid his hand around Travis’ dick, beginning to jerk him.

“Fuck, dude,” Travis panted, wrapping his arms around Tyson and pulling him in closer. Their mouths met for an extended kiss, massaging each other’s tongues. Tyson could feel the muscles in Travis’ arms expand around him as his upper body continued to bulk up.

The two men eventually broke their kiss, and Travis slowly lowered himself down to his knees, taking Tyson’s cock in his hand. Travis’ lean legs had bulked up into two thick, sculpted thighs, the blonde hairs from his shins spreading upwards to cover his entire lower body. Travis’ tight, flat ass was also bulking up, inflating into a round bubble butt as a thin dusting of hairs grew along it.

Tyson glanced down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…80%’. It now appeared that Tyson and Travis were pretty much identical from the neck down, except for a few small minor changes that were still taking place on Travis’ body. Travis licked his tongue along Tyson’s shaft, causing Tyson to moan out and lean against the shower wall. Travis slid the tip of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the head of the cock. Travis slowly took a few more inches of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, sliding back and forth along the shaft. Tyson was running his hands through Travis’ wet black hair, which was growing lighter and slightly longer.

Tyson could feel his balls starting to tighten and knew he was close. Travis’ facial features were quickly readjusting into a facsimile of his own; his dark brown eyes lightened to a soft blue, his eyebrows and nose thickened. Travis had delicate, ‘pretty-boy’ like features, but those were quickly shifting into Tyson’s more masculine face. Travis’ jaw grew more square, as his thick, well groomed beared receded back into his face to leave a light stubble.

“Fuck dude, I’m going to cum.” Travis pulled Tyson’s dick out of his mouth to get a thick rope of cum right in his face.

He heard the device on his wrist beep, and he looked down at it. ‘Cloning process complete.’ He looked down at where Travis had been to find an exact replica of himself kneeling down, face covered in cum. He noticed that his new clone had also blown his load, having been jerking off during the blowjob.

“Travis?” Tyson asked apprehensively, reaching his arm down to help his clone back up to his feet.

“I still have some of Travis’ memories, but they’re quickly fading,” the new Tyson replied, dunking his head under the shower to rinse off his face. “It worked; I’m now you. Well, I’m me, who is also you.”

“Shit. So Travis is gone for good?” Tyson asked, feeling a small pang of guilt. Travis had been a jerk, but did he really deserve what Tyson had done to him?

“We did what we had to do,” The other Tyson replied reassuringly, “Travis was going to ruin everything for us.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I can’t believe that actually worked.” Tyson and his clone stood face to face; it was like looking in a mirror.

“One of us needs to get dressed and head to class soon. It’d be really bad if there’s two of us and we still miss our lecture,” The other Tyson suggested, grabbing a towel and starting to dry himself off.

“We still have some time. First…” Tyson said, grabbing his clone and pushing him up against the wall.

“First?” His clone grinned back at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’ve always wondered what I taste like,” Tyson smirked, sliding down to his knees.

Coach Thomas let out a loud sigh, slamming his laptop shut. He glanced down at his phone, frowning when he saw the time. Where had his evening gone? He'd been so focused on planning next week's practice drills that he'd barely noticed as the hours slipped by. He rose from his office desk, slipping his laptop into his satchel bag before slinging it over his shoulder.

Campus was virtually deserted at this time of day, with classes having ended hours ago. He walked through the empty halls towards the school's gym facilities, his destination being the men's locker room. He was currently dressed in black gym shorts and a navy blue workout shirt, but had a change of clothes stashed in his locker; he didn't like being sweaty on his lengthy commute back home.

As Coach Thomas entered the changeroom, he nearly bumped into Chase, one of his students. The young man's hair was wet, indicating he'd just been in the showers. He was dressed in blue jeans and a form fitting t-shirt, his backpack hanging around his shoulders.

"Oh, hey Coach," Chase smiled warmly, quickly sidestepping to get out of Coach Thomas' path.

"Chase," Thomas nodded in acknowledgment, "You're here late."

"Yeah, I decided to hit the gym. Trying to put on some muscle," Chase laughed sheepishly, glancing away from Thomas.

Chase was technically on the college team, but he was a glorified benchwarmer who rarely saw any field time. The young man had a toned but slender frame which made him ill fit as a football player. Thomas had only put him on the roster because he felt sorry for Chase and he didn't have enough players with actual talent to fill the team. And although Coach Thomas tried not to admit it - even to himself - he found himself inexplicably attracted to the younger man. Keeping him around in the locker room wasn't a purely selfless endeavor.

"Anyways, I got to get going. Have a good weekend, Coach." Chase gave Thomas another smile before heading out of the locker room, the door swinging shut behind him and leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts.

Thomas made his way over to his locker and began to absentmindedly rifle through it, his thoughts still thinking of Chase. In his many years as coach at the college, he had never made an improper advance towards a student. He knew he couldn't act on any of his urges towards Chase, but that didn't stop Thomas from fantasizing about the younger man.

Coach Thomas was snapped put of his daydream when he noticed a pair of yellow underwear sitting on one of the locker room benches. Thomas found himself drawn towards the bright neon briefs. He could see that they were damp with sweat, indicating they'd been freshly worn; Chase must have forgotten to pack them into his bag after his workout. Thomas picked the briefs up; they were damp to the touch, drenched in perspiration. Thomas brought the briefs up to his face and took a long, deep sniff. The underwear smelled of Chase's body spray mixed with body odor. With his free hand, Thomas reached down and stroked his hardening member through his shorts.

On a rational level, Thomas knew his behavior was unacceptable. He was violating Chase with his actions, but he was so horny it was difficult to think straight. He was holding the used underwear of his unrequited crush, and felt an overwhelming urge to try them on. Just the thought of his cock wearing Chase's briefs made his erection leak precum. Thomas rationalized that there was no harm in quickly trying the briefs on; maybe giving in to his urges would alleviate some of his feelings towards Chase. He slid his shirt and shorts off, quickly followed by his own boxers, leaving the middle aged man naked. With his hands trembling in excitement, Thomas pulled Chase's briefs up his legs and over his rock hard dick.

Thomas admired his reflection in the locker room mirror, flexing his muscles. For a man nearing 50, he was still pretty damn sexy. His hairline had started to recede and it felt like there was more gray in his beard every day, but he was still handsome. His body had softened over the years and he now had a paunch where his abs had once been. His hard earned muscles were still there, though, with broad shoulders and thick, beefy pecs. The yellow briefs clung tightly to his massive member, leaving little to the imagination.

Thomas stroked himself through the briefs, panting heavily. He imagined Chase on his knees before him, with Thomas' hard cock between Chase's lips. It would be so hot to spray his cum all over Chase's cute, angelic face.

Thomas continued to feel himself, his body electric. His eyes were closed, still daydreaming about Chase, so he was unaware as his body started to shift. The dark brown hairs along his forearms lightened to blonde, slowly retracting back into his skin. If he'd been paying attention, he would have noticed that his forearms and biceps weren't as defined as they'd been moments before, his frame shedding muscle. His shoulders slimmed down as well, his body changing from broad and bulky to a more slender frame.

His beefy pecs deflated, leaving Thomas flat chested. Next, his muscle gut dissolved, sinking in to reveal a tight smooth stomach. The dark hairs covering his chest and stomach lightened, growing sparse. His stomach continued to tighten, leaving him with the faint definition of abs. Thomas' thick waist narrowed, followed by his thighs and quads slimming down. Thomas' round, muscled ass firmed up, losing some of its roundness. His short dark hair grew lighter and longer, curling into a messy hairstyle while his beard vanished. Thomas' square jaw rounded, his mature handsome face softening to a man in his early twenties.

Thomas let out a guttural grunt, his deep voice now softer and higher pitched. His entire body spasmed as his cock erupted, spurting a thick stream of cum into the briefs he was wearing. As he came, Thomas' massive member began to shrink, growing thinner and shorter with every spurt. His ballsack contracted, his testicles shriveling down in size. He was hit with a wave of dizziness as his memories altered, Coach Thomas' experiences and thoughts being overwritten by Chase's.

Chase opened his eyes, looking around the locker room in a daze. He couldn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten there, as if he'd just awoken from a dream. Chase glanced down at himself, blushing when he realized the briefs he was wearing were drenched in cum. Did he seriously just get off in the locker room?

Chase hurried to his locker, anxious to get dressed. He was distraught to find his locker was completely empty with no clothes anywhere in sight. Looking around the room, he noticed that Coach Thomas' locker was wide open. Without a better idea, Chase searched Thomas' locker for something he could wear. His Coach was a lot bigger than him, but Chase found a pair of black shorts and a navy blue compression shirt that somewhat fit him, even though they were baggy on his lean body.

Chase promised himself he'd return the clothes first thing in the morning after he'd had a chance to get some of his own clothes. Not wanting to spend any more time in the locker room for fear of Coach Thomas walking in and finding Chase wearing his clothes, Chase promptly fled from the locker room to make his way back home.

"I'm thirsty. You want a drink?"

Joshua peered over the novel he was reading to look at his friend Landon. He glanced at his phone to check the time and was surprised to see several hours had passed since they first arrived at the beach; he must have gotten caught up in the book he'd been reading.

Joshua and Landon had been best friends since their first year of college together. They had been randomly matched as roommates in the college dorm and quickly hit it off; it didn't take them long to go from roommates to genuine friends. To everyone that knew them, the two guys seemed inseparable; they spent most of their free time together and were rarely seen apart. After finishing their first year of college, they'd rented a two bedroom apartment for the remainder of their time on campus. It was now the summer after their final year, with both men graduating earlier that Spring. To celebrate, they had planned a three week backpacking trip across Europe for just the two of them. It was a bittersweet feeling; they were both excited to start the next chapter of their lives but knew they wouldn't be spending nearly as much time together once their trip came to an end.

Landon and Joshua were often mistaken for one a other, and sometimes strangers even thought they were twins. The men did share similar features: they were both tall, broad and muscular, their sculpted bodies evidence of the long hours put in at the gym on a daily basis. They had the same wavvy light blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and charming smile. Anyone who spent any time with the men, however, quickly realized the two could not be more different personality wise.

Landon was the true definition of an extrovert, loving to chat up friends and strangers alike. He was also known notoriously as a flirt, with a different woman by his side every weekend it seemed like. He didn't mean to be cruel and never set out to break hearts; he just had a short attention span and would inevitably get bored, looking for the next relationship which would give him a fresh jolt of excitement. Joshua rarely even had the time to learn the name of Landon's girlfriend before she'd be replaced with a new one. All of Landon's time spent socializing left him precious little time to devote to his studies, which suited him just fine. He was all about doing the bare minimum to just scrape by and graduate. He didn't really have a plan on what to do now that he was done college, but the lack of a road map didn't scare him. He was used to living day by day without too much concern for the future, and was sure everything would work out fine for him.

Joshua, on the other hand, was as introverted and shy as Landon was loud and social. He loved to spend time with Landon and other close friends, but also cherished his alone time. Joshua had never felt any romantic interest towards women or men; he knew there were more rewarding ways to spend his time than entangling himself in the messy world of sex and relationships. He'd never had a romantic partner and had no motivation to change that. He'd already lined up an internship at a prestigious tech firm, set to start after returning from their trip.

"Where are you going to get us drinks from?" Joshua asked. The beach they were on was pretty secluded, and they were the only two beach goers that Joshua could see along the shoreline. They'd heard of the beach from the owner of the hostel where they were staying, who had described it as one of the city's hidden gems.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a kiosk down that way when we first arrived," Landon pointed. It had been a short hike from their hostel to the beach, taking them less than an hour to arrive.

"I'm not sure it would be open. We seem to be the only ones on the beach," Joshua observed.

"I don't mind taking a stroll to find out," Landon replied, rising from his towel and shaking the sand off his lower body. "You want something?"

"I wouldn't say no to a beer," Joshua nodded before turning his attention back to his book.

It didn't take Landon long to find the kiosk he'd seen earlier. On first glance, it appeared that Joshua was right; the stand looked deserted with no one in sight. Landon was about to admit defeat and return to Joshua when a voice spoke out from behind him.

"You lookin' for something, son?"

Landon spun around, startled, to see a handsome man in his late forties grinning at him. The man was dressed casually in jeans and a polo; his friendly demeanor quickly put Landon at ease.

"Yeah, looking for a drink, if that's not too much trouble," Landon requested as the man stepped in behind the kiosk counter.

"Not too much trouble at all. Glad to finally have a customer!" The man's calloused hands rested on the counter between them as he spoke.

"Anything you'd recommend?" Landon asked.

"Yes, actually. We've got a local brewer offering a new beer. They've provided us with a pack to give out for free to get some feedback." The man dropped behind the counter for a minute before standing back up, setting two identical beer bottles on the counter.

"Free? Hell yeah, sounds good to me," Landon grinned grabbing the two bottles off the counter.

"Just stop by before you leave to let me know what you and your friend think of the beer, yeah?" The man called out as Landon turned to leave. Landon acknowledged the man's request with a wave over his shoulder. He was almost back to Joshua when he felt an uneasy feeling: the man had known he was with another guy on the beach. Landon hadn't mentioned Joshua, but still the man had offered him two beers and had asked for feedback from both him and his friend. Of course, it was always possible the man had seen them when they'd originally walked by several hours ago. And the man had probably assumed he'd be with someone else, since who went to the beach by themselves? Landon shook off his unease, sure he was overthinking it.

"What'd you get me?" Joshua asked, reaching out and grabbing the bottle that Landon offered him.

"Something local," Landon replied, looking down at his bottle and reading the label for the first time, "Bear Beer."

Joshua took a small sip, spitting out the rancid liquid as soon as it hit his tongue. "Man that is awful!" Joshua choked, "It tastes like sweat and BO."

Landon gave his bottle an appraising sniff before taking a swig himself. It wasn't the most pleasant drink he'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. "I don't think it's THAT bad. You're being overdramatic."

Joshua took another hesitant sip. It was still awful, but not quite as shocking as the first. He managed to gulp it down with some effort. "Last time I let you pick out the beer without supervision."

Landon reached out and gave Joshua a playful tap on the shoulder. "Shut up and drink your beer."

The two men sat in a comfortable silence, looking out at the calm blue sea before them. Neither of them wanted to say it out loud, but they were quickly approaching the end of their trip. They didn't know when they'd next see each other, or for how long.

"I think they call it Bear Brew because the scent is strong enough to ward off bears," Joshua joked, tipping the bottle up to his lips and downing the last drops. Despite his initial protest, with each sip he'd found the beer increasingly tolerable. He still wasn't convinced he'd ever want to drink it again, but at least he had the opportunity to experience a local flavor.

"Oh yeah? I reckon it's called Bear Brew cause only real men can drink it without bitching like a sissy," Landon replied, setting his own empty bottle down in the sand.

"Wow, your humor remains sharp as ever," Joshua rolled his eyes.

"Come on, let's go for a quick swim before heading back to the hostel," Landon suggested, rising from his beach blanket once more.

"You go on ahead, I'll join you in a minute. I've got a few pages left in this chapter," Joshua answered, grabbing and reopening his paperback.

Landon shook his head as he strode towards the water. He loved Joshua like a brother, but he wasn't the adventurous type. If Landon didn't push Joshua out of him comfort zone every now and again, he'd spend his entire life with his nose buried in a book.

Landon waded into the water, the cold temperature a pleasant relief from the heat of the day. He was feeling a little bloated from the Bear Beer, but thought a quick swim would help. He plunged beneath the water's surface, admiring how clear and blue the sea was.

Unbeknownst to Landon, his body was starting to undergo a drastic transformation. It started with his stomach: his once tight, washboard abs softened, the muscles hiding under a newly developed layer of fat that expanded into a round beer belly. His firm pecs quickly followed suit, sagging slightly as they beefed up. Landon's broad shoulders narrowed, his defined biceps softening as they were enveloped in fat. He still had some definition, but he had lost the chiseled physique he worked so hard to attain; he now had a heavy, beefier build.

As he continued to splash around in the water, Landon's smooth skin grew weathered and rough. He could feel his blood rushing to his groin, stiffening his member. His cock was already above average in size, and as it grew longer and thicker the speedo he wore strained to contain it. Landon reached one of his thick, meaty hands down and gripped his erection, adjusting it through the speedo. Landon's tight ass expanded, filling with fat so it now jiggled with every step he took.

Landon's hair shortened and thinned as his hairline receded, the blonde colour fading to a light gray. His square jaw rounded out, developing a slight double chin while a beard sprouted around his lips. Wrinkles formed around his eyes and mouth, his youthful visage fading. He absentmindedly started to scratch his chest as dark gray hairs grew in along his new burly pecs and belly; even a few gray pubic hairs poked out from the top of his speedo.

Landon glanced back in the direction of the beach; what was taking Joshua so long? After another quick dip in the water, Landon made his way back to the sandy shore. Joshua was right where he'd left him, completely enraptured by his book.

"Babe, what the hell?" Landon asked his husband, crossing his arms as he stood over the other man. "I thought you were going to come swimming with me."

Joshua set his book down, flashing an apologetic smirk in Landon's direction. Joshua had undergone a similar transformation to Landon, now also a muscular, albeit chubby, man in his early fifties. The two men were on their annual vacation, and Joshua had promised to make an effort to be present in the moment. His job as COO at his tech firm ate up a lot of his time at home, so this vacation was a much needed chance to spend some quality time together.

"Sorry, Landon. You know how I can lose myself when reading a good book." Joshua sat up on his beach blanket, kneeling in front of Landon. He reached a hand out and gently stroked his husband's hard member through the speedo. "Want me to make it up to you?"

Landon growled in barely controlled lust at his husband's seduction. Even after nearly thirty years of marriage, the sexual chemistry between Landon and Joshua was electric. It was just one of the many things Landon loved about Joshua; he was a master in the bedroom. Landon reached down and pulled Joshua up so the two men were standing face to face. He leaned in, giving his lover a quick kiss. "Let's get back to the hotel. Then maybe...just maybe...you can make it up to me in the jacuzzi," Landon winked.

The men hurriedly packed up their belongings, eager to get back to the privacy of their lodging. Hand in hand, the husbands strolled down the beach in the direction of their hotel. They passed the kiosk where the man who had served them the beer still loitered. Landon and Joshua gave the man a friendly wave to which the man returned, a knowing smile on his lips.

“I can’t even feel my legs,” Jenny complained, wincing with every step she took. Jenny was walking in the downtown area of the city she lived in with her friend Damon. Damon was a personal trainer and had just pushed Jenny through a grueling workout; he had been trying to get her more interested in fitness over the past several weeks. “Pain is a good thing,” Damon winked, flashing Jenny a grin, “That means we’re making progress.” Jenny could feel her cheeks turning red; though they’d never been anymore than friends, Damon was a bit of a flirt and Jenny found herself often flustered around him.

“Woah. What’s that?” Damon pointed, noticing an athletics store he’d never seen before. He frequently spent time in the downtown area, and was surprised that the store could have opened without him hearing about it. "Do you mind if I stop in quickly?" Damon asked, peering in through the window to take a look at the merchandise. Jenny glanced at her watch and nodded in agreement; it was getting late, but she could spend a little bit more time with Damon before heading home for the night. Once they were in the store, Jenny looked for the women’s section but was surprised to see that there was only men’s clothing on display. As she walked through the aisles to find the women’s section, one of the mannequins caught her eye. The mannequin was wearing a pair of black silk boxers; the material shimmering in the overhead lights of the store. Jenny grabbed a pair off of the shelf, feeling the soft material in her hands. She thought they’d be comfortable for her to sleep in. “Find something?” Damon asked, approaching Jenny. He had a small pile of workout clothes slung over his shoulder. “These look nice, but I’m pretty sure they’re for men. I think this whole store is for men,” Jenny frowned, sadly setting the boxers back down on the shelf. “Who cares if they’re for men? If you like them, you should get them. I’ll even buy them for you. Your reward for making it through my rigorous workout at the gym today,” Damon offered, grabbing the boxers and adding them to his own pile of clothes. After checking out, Damon reached into his bag and pulled out the boxers, handing them over to Jenny. “You down for another workout session tomorrow morning?” Damon asked eagerly. “We’ll see if I can even walk tomorrow morning,” Jenny laughed. Truth was she hated working out, but she felt like she never got to see Damon anymore with their busy work schedules. At least this way they were guaranteed to spend some time together. “No pressure either way,” Damon replied, sounding a little deflated. “Just shoot me a text if you feel like working out in the morning and I’ll pick you up on my way to the gym.” Jenny and Damon said they goodbyes before Jenny made the short walk back to her house. Feeling exhausted, she went straight to her room to get ready for bed. After a moment of hesitation, Jenny decided to wear the new boxers to sleep along with an oversized t-shirt from one of her old boyfriends. With a yawn she laid in her bed, not noticing the faint flow emitting from the boxers.

Jenny’s feet began to toughen, becoming calloused and weathered while growing to almost twice their normal size. The bright blue nail polish she had been wearing vanished as little hairs emerged from her toes. Her legs also became thicker, her calves and thighs bulging with muscle as thick brown hairs sprouted from them. Her hips narrowed while her butt tightened, losing its feminine curves and roundness. The material of the boxers felt great against her skin. Jenny felt amazing in the boxers, reaching down to stroke herself through the fabric. The feeling was incredible, overwhelming Jenny with pleasure. Jenny was so aroused she didn’t notice as her clit started to swell, bulging into a long thick shaft. The shaft formed a large mushroom head, finishing its transformation into an erect penis. A large set of testicles dropped from her pussy before it vanished, her new balls pumping testosterone through her body. Continuing to rub her cock in ecstacy, the changes continued to move up her body. Jenny lost her slim hourglass figure as her stomach bulged outwards, forming into a six-pack of abdominal muscles. Jenny moaned as her shoulders expanded, growing broader. Jenny’s large breasts started to retract into her chest, her nipples growing smaller and losing their sensitivity. Jenny’s breasts continued to deflate until she was completely flat chested; a pair of thick, masculine pecs bulged out from where her boobs had been. The changes reached her neck, her throat thickening as a prominent Adams apple bulged from it. Jenny let out a loud manly grunt, male hormones coursing through her body. Her arms and hands bulked up as they grew thick with muscle, veins coursing down her newly formed biceps and triceps. A thick layer of hair covered her arms as her fingers thickened. Her manicured nails grew rougher and lost their nail polish. Finally the changes reached Jenny’s head and she felt herself explode into an orgasm, her new cock cumming for the first time. Her smooth round face began to harden as her jawline squared and a thick stubble grew in. Her face tingled as it changed; her nose grew larger, her lips thinned and cracked, her eyebrows becoming thick and bushy. Her long blonde hair darkened to a deep brown as it retracted into her scalp, leaving it short and messy. The changes finalized as Jenny’s body elongated, growing to 6’1” from her previous height of 5’4”. Jenny, now Jensen, peacefully drifted off to sleep, unaware of their transformation into a hunky man.

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The vibrating of his phone stirred Jensen from his slumber. With a groan, he sat up in his bed and grabbed for his phone, reading the text that Damon had just sent him:

'Just heading out now. Be there in 20. Be ready to go!'

Jensen’s phone told him it was 6:30 in the morning; way too early to be up on his day off from work. He set his phone back down on his bedside table and pulled the covers over his eyes, not ready to get out of bed. There was a nagging voice in his head telling him to get up and dressed for work, which made no sense; Jensen’s job as the HR manager at an office was a Monday to Friday job, and it was Saturday. Still, something felt off and he couldn’t drift back to sleep. With a relenting sigh, he finally stood up and did a large stretch. He’d expected to be sore after the grueling workout Damon had pushed him through the previous night, but he felt surprisingly refreshed. He wished he’d woken up a bit earlier, then he’d have time for a quick 10K run before Damon picked him up.

Where the hell had that thought come from? Jensen had never ran a day in his life and loathed physical activity. He had blurry memories of being the star player on his cross country high school team, but that must have been from a lingering dream; after all, he was still half asleep. If he’d been more alert, Jensen would have noticed the subtle changes that had occurred to his room during the night, but in his groggy state he stumbled towards the bathroom unaware. The floor was clovered in messy piles of clothing; shirts, trackpants, boxers and socks were strewn across every surface. Posters of various video games and rock bands were plastered across the walls which had previously been vacant without decor. A weight rack with various dumbbells for lifting and curls was set up in the corner, replacing where his makeup vanity had previously been.

Jensen flicked on the light switch in the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his appearance for the first time since waking up. He let out a startled shout at seeing the handsome man staring at him in the mirror. His brain’s first response was that there was an intruder in his house, but he quickly realized he was looking at his own reflection. In disbelief, he slowly waved his arm back and forth, watching as his reflection copied the action.

“What the fuck?” He shouted before quickly covering his mouth, startled by the low tenor of his voice. Jensen wondered if he was still dreaming, but this felt real. He approached the mirror, studying his new body. It was like looking at a stranger, but a part of him felt familiar staring at his chiseled jaw and piercing brown eyes; hadn’t he always looked like this?

Jensen’s memories of his previous life as Jenny remained, but he was starting to gain new memories as well. These new milestones were similar to the old ones, with some significant differences; instead of focusing on academics at school, he had been a jock, playing and excelling in all the sports. He hadn’t gone off to college, instead choosing to become a personal trainer with Damon right after graduation. The most significant difference, of course, was in his new memories he had always been a male. Surprisingly, while there were some slight variations, the memories of his boyfriends and men he’d dated remained largely unchanged. Was he gay?

Jensen pushed these memories to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. What had caused his changes? Was there a way to get his old body and life back? He noticed the black boxers hanging from around his hips, remembering the strange store he’d bought them from on the previous day. Could they be the cause of his changes? If he took them off, would he change back?

In light of a better idea, Jensen pulled the boxers down and kicked them off, exposing his new member. Though he had some fuzzy memories of it, this was the first time Jensen was seeing his dick; he’d been with enough men to know that he was well endowed, quite above average. He looked down at his impressively thick shaft, embarrassed when it started to fill with blood and harden; he was turning himself on.

Jensen watched his body carefully in the mirror, looking for any signs that he was reverting back to his feminine body after removing the boxers. The loose T-shirt he’d worn to bed the previous night was now tight against his broad shoulders and beefy pecs. After several minutes, he had to admit that he wasn’t changing back; he shouted in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall. What the hell was he going to do now? Was this his new life?

A part of Jensen wondered why he was trying so hard to change back. He couldn’t deny that he was a good looking man, much more attractive than he’d been when he was Jenny. He seemed to be happy and successful in his career as a personal trainer, and he was still best buds with Damon. So what if he couldn’t change back? This new life seemed like an upgrade in every sense of the word.

Those thoughts were his new personality trying to take over, he told himself. The longer he stayed as Jensen, the more vivid his new memories and persona would become, and the less he’d remember from his previous life of Jenny. If he wanted his old life back, he needed to develop a plan quickly; he was literally in a fight for his life against himself.

You looked around in confusion, not sure how you ended up in front of the store before you. You'd stepped out of work for a quick lunch break, heading to your favorite fast food joint. At some point you must have gotten turned around, too busy looking down at your phone.

There was no sign on the building in front of you to indicate what it sold and thick black curtains hung across the windows, obfuscating the inside. Intrigued, you decided to take a quick look. Your boss wouldn't be happy if you were back late from lunch, but it was a miserable dead end job anyway.

A young handsome man stood behind the counter of the store, giving you a welcoming smile as you entered. Shelves of glass bottles, books and knickknacks covered the store walls. The man, well dressed in a stylish black outfit, gestured for you to approach.

"Welcome, friend," the man greeted, extending a vial filled with a bright blue liquid sloshing inside.

"Is this a new store? I don't think I've ever seen it before," you commented, glancing around at the paraphernalia surrounding you.

"My store has a tendency to find people when they require my services the most," the man replied, a devlish grin on his handsome features.

"What's that?" You asked, glancing at the small glass bottle he was holding.

"It's what you want. Drink it and you'll have the body you've always dreamt of."

You reached out for the vial, but the man snatched it away just as you were about to grab it.

"Of course, it will cost you." You reached for your wallet, but the man smirked and shook his head. "Not that kind of cost, I'm afraid. Magic doesn't come for free; in order to get something, you have to give something up."

"What will I be giving up?" You asked with a frown.

"Hard to predict. You could lose your intelligence, or you could grow three decades older. You may completely lose your identity and any memory of who you are. And if you're unlucky, all of them could happen." The man dropped the vial in your open palm, giving you one last wink. "Don't say you weren't warned."

In a flash, you were back in your apartment. You couldn't remember leaving the store or travelling back to your home; something was very strange about that shopkeeper. You stared down at the small vial in your hand. He had promised it would give you the body of your dreams, but at a price. You shrugged, popping the cork in the vial and downing the bitter liquid in one gulp. It's not like you had much to lose in your life, anyway.

You pulled your shirt off and stared at your reflection in the mirror. You looked the same as always; you should have known it was too good to be true. As you continued to inspect yourself, however, you noticed a change to your appearance. Your round tummy seemed to be shrinking down, as if you were a big beach ball slowly being deflated. Your droopy pecs grew firm, your chest tightening. Your shoulders broadened as thick cords of muscles formed along your arms. Your stomach continued to sink in, revealing a defined set of abs as the fat melted away.

As the changes continued, you started to feel light headed. It was getting harder for you to think straight, as if your brain was melting. The man had warned you might become dumber, and that seemed to be true. You'd always believed yourself to be smarter than average, but your intelligence was slipping away from you. Not that you cared; with a body like yours, who needed brains?

Your jeans slid down your legs as your hips narrowed, revealing your new muscular quads. All of the fat on your legs had been converted into hard muscle, defining your thighs and calves. The sight of your new hot body was turning you on, and you could feel your cock hardening in your boxers. You reached down and gave your member a stroke, surprised and delighted to discover it had grown to almost twice its previous length.

Your double chin disappeared as your jawline sharpened. Your gross neck beard reshaped into a well trimmed goatee. Your hair grew longer and wavy, turning from dark brown to a light silver. Laughter lines and wrinkles creased your face, aging you into a man in his mid forties.