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Tyler:

It’s the last day at the magic academy and summer break can finally start. And tonight I have big plans to celebrate with my classmates.

I know I don’t look like your typical popular guy. But in the world of magic, it's about the spells you know. And I'm top of our class.

Anyways, I just made it home and the only one here is my annoying little brother Robbie.

Robbie, is a very young magician who gets in trouble with our parents for trying to do spells he’s not ready for yet…

He’s also way too energetic.

Laying my book-bag down on the sofa, I greet my rambunctious little brother as he runs around playing something he just made up.

“Ty! You wanna play superhero’s with me? I can be Spider-Man and you can be the bad guy! You can pick which one you want to be!!”

“Hey Robbie, I’m good right now but maybe later. Do you know where our parents are?” I say interrupting his game.

“They just left and they have a note for you,” he says to me with a grin.

Oh boy… what now?

My parents are important members in the magician society and they are known to ‘clean up’ big magical messes. Especially if mortals are involved.

I walk to the kitchen, heated up leftovers from last night and grabbed the note on the fridge from my dad.

“Hey Tyler,

An emergency came up again, your mother and I have to take care of it. Not sure how long it will take us but should be back in a week. Please watch Robbie while we are gone. If you boys need anything, please call your Uncle Samuel.

Love, Dad”

“A WEEK?!?” I screamed out spitting pieces of food on the paper.

I have my party tonight! I can’t watch this twerp!!

I tried calling Uncle Samuel to watch him but unfortunately he didn’t answer.

Hurrying to find a alternative babysitter, I try all of our neighbors but everyone’s busy tonight.

And unfortunately I can’t leave Robbie alone with a normal. It would be too dangerous.

Ugh…

I walk back into the living room feeling defeated.

I call out for Robbie but he’s gone.

“Robbie?” I say looking around just in case he’s hiding.

I look over on the couch, my bags gone too…

That little sh%t!!

I rush up the stairs trying to find Robbie when all of the sudden I started to feel faint.

“What the—”

My eyes became heavy and I started to collapse.

Trying to hold myself up with the wall, my legs give out…

I wake up but my vision’s blurry.

It takes a second but my eyes start to adjust.

I see a figure standing over me.

“You’re finally awake!”

“Huh?”

As my eyes focus I can see who’s standing in front of me. A rush of adrenaline causes me to sit up and scream.

It’s me. I see myself hovering over me.

I look down at my hands which are now smaller compared to mine.

I sit up a bit more and looked down at the body I now possessed. I’m wearing Robbie’s clothes.

Wait a minute…

I look back at my face who I can only assume is my brother.

“YOU USED MY SPELLBOOK!!! ROBBIE!! GIVE IT BACK NOW!!”

“Sorry Ty… or should I say Robbie hehe. I wanted to try out some new spells!! And this is so super cool! ,” he says with a big goofy grin.

“Robbie, this isn’t funny! Where is it? You know you aren’t allowed to use my spell book!!”

“It wasn’t hard to do!” he says rolling my eyes.

I scuffed and said, “Robbie, I’m telling you right now, if you don’t give me my spell book. I’ll …uhhhh…”

I looked down at my smaller hands again— and then Robbie’s frame.

Well… sh^t…

Robbie starts laughing hard which makes me giggle a bit.

“Tyyyy can we please stay this way for just a little!!! Please!!”

I let out a grunt. I am impressed that he was able to do that spell and I’ve basically cancelled my plans since I’m having to watch him…

“Please?!!!” he puts my hands together and begs.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes but when I tell you I want to swap back, we swap immediately.”

“I promise!”

“Pinky promise?”

Robbie holds out my pinky, “Pinky promise!”

“Cool, now I’m going to chill out.”

“Okay! Tyler, can I uhhh?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I change in your room? This outfit isn’t comfy.”

I looked at my uniform, it is pretty uncomfortable.

“Yeah sure.”

Robbie:

This is sooo cool!! I can’t believe Tyler is actually letting us stay like this!

I pull off that itchy sweater he had on and looked at Ty’s face in the mirror.

Tyler’s so cool at the academy and I’ve always wanted to be just like him when I get older but I actually get to be him!

I pull off his pants and undies. I turn back to the mirror with a serious face.

“I’m Tyler! I know ALOT about magic!”

Haha this is so funny!!

I look down at Tyler’s hairy legs but then I notice his wiener.

“Wow!”

I poke at it, it’s hairy! And much bigger than mine.

I grab and squeezed it— I feel something I wasn’t expecting. It kinda feels good.

So I kept playing with it.

Until I hear my voice holler out, “Robbie, you almost dressed?”

“Yeah! Coming down!!” I hollered back.

That’s when Tyler’s phone goes off, it’s his best friend Trace.

“Tyler! Dude, what are you wearing for tonight’s party? I just found out it’s costume themed.”

Hmmm, party? I wanna go to a party!

“Uhhhh not sure yet!”

“Well dude let me know, I’m picking you up around 10.”

“Okay! See you later!”

Wow!! I’m gonna get to go to a cool party with all of Tyler’s friends!!

This is going to be sweet!!

I opened Tyler’s closet and found some quick clothes to put on— but wait! I need a costume!

Jonathan Bailey as Anthony Bridgerton in “An Unthinkable Fate” (Bridgerton - 2x05)

You were hungry. Very hungry, so you decided to order some McDonald's. You open up your favorite delivery app and order your usual meal. Curiously though, at checkout a popup appeared

FLASH DEAL

GET 50% OFF ORDER IF YOU ORDER OFF INTERNATONAL MENU

You couldn't believe that number. There was no way you could miss this deal so you add a random item from the international order and press order.

After 30 minutes the food arrives in a bag with foreign symbols on it, which seemed to be chinese. You guessed this was to make it seem authentic. You start pulling things out. After pulling everything out, you peer into the bag, making sure you didn't miss any stray fries. To your surprise however something else happened.

The bag lunged at your face and plopped itself over your head. You gasp and try to take it off but it wouldn't come off no matter how much force you put into yanking it. With your vision concealed, your body was ready to transform.

First you gained many inches in height, clothes getting tighter as you reached an impressive 6ft. Then your skin began to tan a little bit, like you've seen spent years under the harsh sun. In tandem with that, your face was shifting into something more Asian, your eyes become more oval shaped, your nose getting thinner and lips more plump. The cherry on top was some facial hair giving you a light mustache and goatee along with a trendy hairstyle.

And then came the muscles. Every part of your body bulged out. With massive pecs, big thighs, and thick limbs ripe for flexing. and a big ass and dick. Your clothes all ripped apart, but thankfully they remended themselves into the perfect stringer and shorts. The finishing touch to your transformation was vision worsening, but then glasses plopping in front of your eyes.

Your instincts were changing. A much more cocky, jocky persona pushing out the meek boring person you once were. Your mind was brought to one thing to do.

Flex.

You put your meaty hands to the bag and rip it apart, its function being complete. Now you had to urge to look at yourself. You find your upgraded phone and open its camera, lifting up your shirt so you can see your meat mounds "我的胸肌很大，對吧?" (My pecs are huge, aren't they?) You mutter.

At that point you can feel your pecs begging to be released so you take the whole tank off and let your tits breathe.

The area around you shifted to that of a home gym and the scenery of gym equipment got your groin bulging and wanting to workout, so you did. Hours after hours. Machine after machine you were hella pumped you needed to take a pic. You grabbed a phone stand from a nearby closet and put your phone on it and snapped a pic.

After that, new memories came flooding in of your new Chinese heritage and lifestyle. With more jockish upbringings and going to the gym since your teenage years and being an aspiring bodybuilder. Your life was a lot more streamlined now. workout sleep repeat.

With your new life cemented, you got back to the machines. You had a competition to bulk for!

Reply yes sir thank you sir. Good boy

Next week that's how Reginald looks like

Remember" it's good to be dumb it's easy , it's difficult to be smart to have complicated thoughts it's hard to be smart it's easy and blissful to be dumb."

Spider-Man -> Chav

From NYC to London, the Webcrawler gets around, he just didn't know what they had going on in London.

A new brand of Tabaco that's taken hold with all the youth. Taking mild mannered, bright young men and turning them into thugs on the street and it seems to have gotten to Spidie too, just a few breathes of the new strain seems to be changing his whole world view.

Rather than saving people, now all he thinks about is going out with his mates and bragging about how much bigger he is than all the other lads at the bar. Regardless, this young man won't amount to anything anymore, just another cash cow for the Company.

Everyday, Marc was just like everyone else. He woke up, he fed his cat, he got dressed and went to work. The next day he would wake up, feed the cat, get dressed and then goto work. In the evening he would cook for himself, and watch some TV. Tonight was no exception.

He clicked through the channels one evening. Click, click, click. The television proclaimed, ‘Join the golden army now, bro. That’s an order’.

‘What the hell is this’ thought Mark to himself. He clicked over to the next station. But everytime he clicked, the television said the same thing. With this weird shimmering golden spiral. ‘Join the golden army now, bro. That’s an order’.

‘That’s it bro, you know you want to be like them’

Thing is, Mark knew he shouldn’t look. But he did, he just couldn’t help himself. It looked so good, so golden.

He just felt so warm, so happy. He’d never been this happy in his life.

The golden spirals started appearing in the room. On the wall, his jeans and shirt changing colour.

His clothes morphed into a golden metallic soccer kit.

And that’s when the transformation was complete.

The television spoke again.

‘That’s it Jordi bro, now at work tommorow, you spread my message loud and wide’. ‘You will recruit everyone to the golden army, even if they don’t want to’

Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @polo-drone-001 @polo-drone-125 @franco-gold94 @polo-drone-166

I hate my friend some times. We met in college and he was so fun and wild back then. Now we’re in our thirties, and he’s calmed down. He’s still a nerdy goofball, but he has an office job and other responsibilities.

I’m doing alright too with teaching and coaching at the community college, but I want my life to be different. My friend just seems so content, and whenever he agrees with me that life could be different he always says “Even if life isn’t what I expected, I’m happy with what I have.” And that pisses me off! It shouldn’t, but it does. Well, I have found a spell that will allow me to transform myself and life into something else… but I still have my doubts about it working. My friend is so content with his life, well I want him with me in my new life and I need to test this spell out on someone to see if it works.

I invited my friend over to hang out (I had to plan this out in advance due to schedules), and after a few drinks and games, I snuck off to the bathroom. I focused on my friend in my mind, and read the incantation on the parchment… the parchment ignited into flames and I dropped it into the open toilet bowl. I panicked cause that was a complex incantation that I couldn’t memorize and… and it’s gone! Fuck! Wait what about my friend? I left the bathroom to head back to where we were hanging out.

When I got back there, my jaw dropped. The spell definitely worked. My friend was absolutely jacked, he had regressed in age like a decade, and he was flexing absentmindedly as he gamed.

“Hey man, how are you feeling?” I asked.

“Sup bruh! Feeling great, especially when I look like this” he said as he flexed his arms at me.

“It’s getting late, aren’t you worried about work tomorrow?”

“Coach c’mon, y’know practice isn’t until the afternoon. It’ll be cool, I don’t got classes in the morning.”

Well shit… as soon as he said this, I started to feel new memories appear in my mind. The spell definitely worked changed my friend’s life and body. Wait, why is he here if he’s a student?

“Remind me again why we hang out together?”

“Coach c’mon! Don’t do me dirty life that!” He said as he paused his game.

He shuffled almost bashfully in the chair.

“Coach, we hang out cause you’re like the big bro I never had… and I would have flunked out without your help.”

“That’s right… well you need to sleep then. You can crash here tonight.”

“Hell yeah, Coach!”

He then proceeded to give me a massive bear hug that knocked the wind out of me.

He went to sleep on my couch, and I looked at his ID. Same name, different age and face. I looked at his social media accounts and saw his fitness posts and some party posts… more memories are appearing in my mind. Apparently him crashing at my place is normal.

…

A couple days later.

Fuck! I can’t find the place that sold me the spell. I can’t fix my friend, I can’t get a new life for me. I miss his old self so much more than I thought I would. This new version is a himbo meathead that seems allergic to clothes. I wanted a new life for the both of us, yet I lost my friend and chance.

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“you look beautiful in this dress, angel.” ferran says with a slight grin when he kicks open the door to his bedroom. his brown hair is tousled from your date night, and you’re all giggly from a glass of wine too many. “oh really?” you retort with the apples of your cheeks burning from smiling so hard.

Narco was your average kid in school, at least in appearance, but he was more intelligent and had excellent social skills when it came to talking to people which came from his knowledge of people psychology.

However, he also wasn’t a normal person for he had a special ability that allow him to enter the body of another person.

He discovered this one day when there was a jock named Kevin who picked on him and would make fun of him a lot because he was superior to him in intelligence rather than physical skills.

One day, when they were the last people in the locker room, Kevin took Narco clothes and hid them he was in the shower.

When Narco came out looking for his clothes, Kevin said,

“I have your clothes right here, hehe”, said the jock.

Give me my stuff, said Narco aggressively.

Why don’t you come and get it, said Kevin.

Narco charged at the bully in an attempt to get his bag, but the jock moved out the way, causing him to ram into a locker right behind him.

Knowing that Narco was shorter than him placed it above the locker.

If you want your stuff, maybe you can go outside and get a ladder, said the jock laughing.

Adding to the insult, he snatched Narco towel off him, leaving him exposed and open to anyone who would see him.

As the jock walked away, Narco humiliated and infuriated charged at him again, this time the bully jock was off guard and fail to the ground with Narco on his back.

While on the ground, Narco begin to merge with the bully jock body, the bully feeling sensation started panicking,

What’s going on, what are you doing to me, this is weird, said the jock as he felt Narco going into his body and very being.

The jock tried to resist, but it was futile.

Narco seeing what was happening begin to realize he was entering the jock and curious, he positioned his body despite his size comparison to the buff jock to align with his body.

His 17 year old teen cock into the much more season teen muscular ass sent shock wave of pain and ecstasy that the bully found it hard to focus on removing Narco.

After a short struggle, Narco managed to get into the Kevin’s body.

He felt his Goliath muscles and ass. His massive pecs and quads along with a special package that was large between them.

As he adjusted to the massive weight change of 220 from a lean 140 pounds he made his way to the mirror.

As he look in the mirror, he continued to explore his body, really excited about the strength and power that the bully jock body possessed. The excitement showed when the already large junk became erect and not able to contain himself began to touch it which sent a wave of pleasure in his body causing him to explore the sensation even more saying,

To be fair, after all the stress we had a moment ago, this could release some stem, hehe, said Narco in the jock deep voice giggling.

As he continued to rub and stroke the large cock, he tried to also resist falling from the amount of testosterone and euphoria going through the jock body still adjusting.

After a few minutes, he shot the jocks load which came out so fast that all of it didn’t just hit the ground, but his hands, abs and nearly coated the whole mirror.

Narco even used the jock own fingers to get a scoop of the sticky syrup and licked it with his own mouth saying,

Mmmh, I guess this body produces good quality cum after all, hehe, said Narco with a light hearted laugh.

However, due to the body in a much more relaxed state from the post nut along with inexperience of using this possession ability, once the load was completed releasing from the powerful jock, Narco was ejected from the body.

The bully jock still recovering from the possession as well as the post nut clarity, which caused him to forget he was ever possessed. From afar, Narco hid in the stalls, watching to see what the jock does next. The jock coming to his full senses and drooling from his mouth realized that he was coated in cum as well as the mirror and floor.

What the fuck man, said Kevin in shock of all the mess he was in the middle of,

“Shit, I was saving that energy to fuck some pussy tonight, but I guess I blacked out again looking at my reflection, haha, said the bully jock looking at the cum all around him.

Yea, this guy is dumb with a capital D, thought Narco.

Oh well, guess I better take a shower, said Kevin as he prepared to get his bar of soap.

Narco then reflects over what has transpired saying,

Man that was incredible, I never had that much fun in my life.

I wonder if I can do that again. Damn, it’s risky but all risk “cum” with danger, haha, said Narco.

Narco paid attention and waited as the jock got into the shower. Once the jock finally started taking a shower, he made his move to see the jock rinse and lather the soap around his chest and underarms, waiting a few seconds for him to get lost in the process.

After a fair minute, he then slowly by steadily made his way to the shower curtain, as the jock had the water pour down his hair to his face.

Fear and excitement brewed in Narco as he stood 3 feet away from him, only blocked by the curtain.

Not able to take the suspense, he jump at the jock who despite being more superior in physically, was at a disadvantage due to being wet and caught off guard.

Landing on top of the jock perfectly grabbing his chest to cling, he begins to phase right through in near alignment as Narco chest and face as though to give an intimate kiss enter the jock’s body.

Because the transition was so smooth it offered little resistance as before. As the jocks eyes open again, it was no longer him, but Narco in full control.

See that wasn’t so hard was it, said Narco as he proceeded to shower the body, exploring it again as before. As he couldn’t help the rush of testosterone and horniness again, Narco said,

“You shouldn’t have dropped the soap”,

as he blew his load in the shower in copious amounts. Despite the water running, you could literally see it go down the drain more than the water. For a moment, Narco thought it might clog it, it was so much cum.

“That’s a dangerously high amount of testosterone in this jock, I guess this is why he can’t control his emotions.”

“I guess I also don’t have to worry about steroids since his junk is well over the normal expectations.”

“He may have failed 9th grade three times and cheated a lot on class work, but props to this guy for being a natural athlete, haha”,said Narco.

Wanting to explore the life of the jock, he couldn’t wait to indulge in the popularity.

Conveniently, the jocks and other popular kids were invited to a party at another jocks house to celebrate the end of the season. He would’ve had to worry about classes and family wondering where he’s at, but he already had been a week early on his week class assignment and his parents were too busy with work to even notice he was in his room.

While at the party, he was actually conversating and laughing with the jocks though he had to make sure he stayed somewhat true to the jocks normal personality.

But one person caught his interest and his name was Jack who was there with his girlfriend. Unlike everyone around him that seemed close, he stood out among them since he didn’t act foolish or talk much.

Wanting to know him more, he approached him and said,

Hey, how’s it going Jack, having a good time, said Narco(in Kevin body).

Oh hey Kevin, yea everything is good, I’m actually about to leave for the night, said Jack.

Leave, is something wrong, said Kevin.

Nothing, you know how it is for me, I’m always busy, hehe.

I’ll see you in school tomorrow, said Jack as him and his girlfriend left.

This moment left a impact on Narco who is used outlandish jocks, but not one so goal oriented and mysterious as him which was new for someone like Narco who usually figured out people almost instantly.

Narco desired to have Jack, not like a friend but as a prized possession that went above anything else.

From then on, he planned continually how he would make Jack see him as Savior.

So for the next few days, he stalked Jack using his possession power at other times to gather information on Jack in order to gain knowledge on his psychology through his action, even crossing personal boundaries like possessing his parents having a little fun as his dad who being a single parent had insight on his son personality.

After 3 weeks, Narco content with this, put his final plan into motion, possessing the jock Kevin again to have an affair with Jack’s girlfriend, which was quite easy since she was always in need of attention from guys while Jack was often busy.

This eventually caused Jack’s girlfriend to break up with him, to ensure no one comforts him or give him any means of support, he had used Kevin’s body again to spread a rumor that made Jack so depressed and ashamed that he wouldn’t enter school with something to cover his face and head to not be noticed.

This is when Narco would make his way to introduce himself personally when all things were going wrong in Jack’s life to appear as a Savior to him.

Beau was looking for something new. The 19 year old college sophomore enjoyed his freshman year, but he wanted to get more involved and meet new people while also staying in shape. As he hovered from group to group at his university’s club fair, nothing seemed to stick out to him. That was, until he approached the club water polo team’s booth. The group of men were clad in nothing more than speedos, causing Beau to slightly blush. He wasn’t gay or anything, but certainly didn’t have the confidence in his body nor his place on campus to be strutting around like those guys. Standing out from the rest, a giant man pushed forward to greet Beau. 

The senior stood firm, his wide shoulders pushed back, chlorine wet hair slicked back in his hat, chest puffed out, and eyes obfuscated by his glasses. Beau couldn’t get a read on Sam behind those glasses and stoic expression. Sam’s veiny forearms guided his massive hand onto Beau’s as he introduced himself as the captain of the team. Sam gave Beau the sales pitch for joining the club, but Beau could only focus on Sam. As he spoke, Beau could feel Sam’s eyes scan him up and down. He couldn’t see behind those glasses, but he could just feel it. As Sam continued to talk, he nonchalantly felt up his body. Nothing major, just scratching his bulbous chest as he talked, touching the back of his head to expose his armpits, and running his hands along the sides of his speedo. Beau was chilled the longer he talked to Sam, but he was convincing. Maybe less of what he was saying and more what he was. Regardless, Beau committed himself to his first practice tomorrow morning. 

Beau had been a swimmer back in high school and had the slender build to boot which cut through the water. Beau hadn’t heard much about the water polo team other than how tight-knit they were. As such, he was a little nervous to be joining his sophomore year. Though more on the timid side, Beau thought of himself as a pretty social person. He was always the runt of the group at a meager 5’ 8’, so he often relied on his humor and warm smile to get him by. He confidently got ready for practice and to make some new friends. 

As he arrived, Sam welcomed him in. Again, he remained impossible to get a read on, whether he was happy or ambivalent to see Beau at practice. Sam gave Beau the team’s uniform: a speedo. The skimpy speedo was tight around his modest bulge, but Beau had already come to terms with the potential embarrassment of wearing so little. These would be his new friends, Beau thought, and there was really no way around it. Beau got changed and jumped in the pool.

Practice exhausted him. On the smaller end of players, Beau definitely felt out of shape. In spite of this, he felt energized to keep going. Though he had just met the people he was playing with, they all were so friendly and welcoming in and outside of the pool. The water polo team seemed to embrace Beau with open arms, something rare for a college, nonetheless as a late addition. Beau had never met any of the guys on the team, not even seen them around campus, but it felt like he had already known them for weeks as they continued to play. 

Practice was wrapping up and Beau was getting ready to head out. He chatted with some of the guys, though Sam was nowhere to be found. Somewhat of a blessing and a curse. The rest of the team continued to stick around, something Beau loved to see. The team really was tight knit, but he had to leave and do some work for his classes the next day. As he left, he glanced back to see a bunch of the guys cackling around three guys. They were humping each other with a ball between them, to the delight of the rest of the team. Seemed like an odd joke, but Beau thought the team was just close. If you spend so much time together, it could make sense to have some off color humor. But they seemed really into it, practically fucking in front of everyone. The three men seemed to touch each other with increasing intensity, causing more and more laughs. Beau giggled a little out of discomfort, making eye contact with the three. The guy in the back didn’t seem too jovial, instead filled with an animal-like lust. Regardless, Beau was on his way out and didn’t really need to see more of this. 

Beau continued to go to practice. It had been about two weeks on the team. He would work himself to the bone during practice, but the comradery was always worth it. Sure there were some odd gay jokes that went too far, but Beau really felt like part of something bigger. He had a host of new friends he’d say hi to between classes, eat meals with, and spend his nights with. Beau also found himself getting more fit. This was a different type of fit than before. In the past, his slim swimmer build was nothing more than some muscle tone, but water polo really added some much needed muscle. He felt more and more confident in his body. One night, after practice, Beau went back to his dorm and just flexed. His biceps looked great. His eyes traced down his body. Wow, his chest too. His abs were far more defined too. Beau then traced down to his crotch. He nudged his underwear down just a little, exposing his slender waist and just above exposing his penis entirely. He just stood there, admiring his body. 

Beau got ready for practice the next morning, eager for another day. As he got ready, he flexed once again. Even compared to last night, Beau thought he added some mass. He flexed his biceps and just admired himself. The rest of the team did too, adding in chirps about how big he’s gotten. Beau looked more masculine and large. His muscles were a nice touch, but he thought he finally looked his age. He wasn’t the runt of the group, clearly larger than the freshman. His 5’ 10” stature was still on the shorter end, but he made up for it with his strength. That’s what the rest of the team loved about him. They always talked about how he could pass the ball the furthest, or throw it the fastest. Beau’s hands could clasp the ball and cut through the water like a real athlete. His shoulders could row his arms like oars. It felt like he was on the water polo team his whole life, he was built like he was born for it at least. 

Beau left the locker room, still riding the high of all the half-joke compliments he got from the rest of the team about his physique. Beau excelled, feeling extra great. He felt like an animal tearing through the water. Afterwards, Sam approached him to chat. Though nothing major beyond commenting on how good Beau was doing, Beau was once again uneasy. He was almost in a trance talking to Sam. Almost as if his mere presence sent Beau into an altered state. As they chatted, Beau’s eyes drifted over at the poolside in the distance. Maybe he was just tired from practice, but it looked like someone was jerking off. Instead of looking away, he continued to stare. Sam too, continued to talk to Beau, but he couldn’t make out the words. The man stroked his cock underneath his speedo. His long legs spread out on the bench, occasionally sprawling out and kicking in pleasure. His head knocked back and eyes closed tight. His mouth was agape the entire time, Beau could almost see him drooling. The guy just kept jerking and jerking and jerking, but the most odd part was the guys around him watching. They just watched him. No one stepped in to stop him, or make any comments, they just sat transfixed on his penis. Sam snapped Beau back to reality with a hearty pat on the back and sent him back to the locker room. Beau went on autopilot, not even acknowledging what he just saw. He got changed and went back to his dorm. 

Beau’s head was more fuzzy than usual as he entered his dorm. Not a head pain, more just noise. He closed his eyes and pictures of his team mate jerking off flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of his legs kicked against the concrete, toes curling, and mouth drooling onto his cock. Fuck, he was so horny. Beau pulled out his phone and needed to find someone to hook up with. He snapped a picture of himself and sent it to some random girl on Snapchat. This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t even sure who he sent the picture to, just that he wanted her over at his place as soon as possible. His size 12 foot stepped on the counter top of his bathroom and opened his crotch up to the mirror. His dick was strained against his underwear leaving little to the imagination. His muscles were carved by the lighting in the bathroom, this would get her over here for sure. However, Beau continued to look at himself in the mirror. God he was so hot. Beau dropped his phone, not even seeing if the random girl he wanted to hook up with had responded. Instead, he opted to jerk off to himself. His gaze transfixed onto his own body. His phone buzzed on the floor, presumably with texts back about the promiscuous photo he just sent, but all Beau could focus on was his own body. He ripped his cock out from his underwear and stroked his dick. It was unbelievably sensitive. His dick could feel every digit, every touch along his shaft. Beau’s brain was haywired in that moment, completely overtaken by pleasure. His gaze now focused on his own eyes in the mirror as he fucked his hand on the countertop. He thrust and thrust with his teeth gritted and fist clenched around his member. Grunting louder and louder, Beau came over and over again. His 8” cock flooded the sink and flung cum all over the mirror. 

Holy fuck, Beau was on fire. Beau stumbled back to his bed. His heavy frame stomped with each step, back and forth still dazed from his climax. Fuck. He was still horny. He had one desire and one desire alone. He was like a drone back on autopilot. Beau wanted more. Jerking off again just wouldn’t do it. Beau NEEDED more. Without thinking, he got back up in search of his phone. He grunted in anger and desperation. His phone laid dormant on his bathroom floor, now drizzled with sweat and cum. He licked off whatever was on his phone like an animal, devouring it down in hopes of cleaning it off. He sprawled himself on his desk chair. What once was filled with school work, now sat barren. Regardless, Beau snapped a picture of himself bare naked, but instead of sending it to an unnamed bimbo, he pulled up Sam’s contact. Without a second thought, Beau sent a picture over. 

Beau was going crazy while he waited. He just sent the picture over to Sam, but all he could think about was Sam. Why was he not responding? He was so horny. While he waited he beat his meat relentlessly but it wasn’t enough. Where was Sam? By the time Sam came over, Beau had already ejaculated 5 times. His bed was doused in cum, sweat, and drool. But who cares, Sam was finally here. Beau threw himself at Sam, hoping he would fuck him, even just kiss him, perhaps even just touch him, but instead he just stood there. Sam directed Beau back to his bed and stood over him. Sam gave him a nearly translucent piece of fabric that could be loosely defined as underwear to put on. Beau put it on and bucked his hips up hoping for anything. Instead, Sam commanded him to jerk off. The two maintained eye contact the entire time. Sam stared at Beau like he was his prey, and Beau loved it. Any and all thoughts fell away, instead Beau was Sam’s. Though Sam never touched Beau, Beau imagined Sam’s touch along his huge biceps, he imagined Sam’s tongue along his abs, he imagined Sam’s dick ramming inside of him, all of this without breaking eye contact with Sam himself. Beau’s body shook the bed as he jerked off while Beau stood unmoving. This continued for what felt like hours. He masturbated, then came, then masturbated, then came. Sam watched all of it, until Beau, so exhausted, passed out. 

Beau awoke the next morning energized. The night before was fuzzy, nothing more than a dream to him. He had a faint feeling that he saw Sam, but that wasn’t possible, he didn’t even have the captain’s number, nonetheless he was close enough to hangout outside of practice. Beau got out of bed and started getting ready for practice. As he brushed his teeth, his dick was insatiable. Beau was wearing one of his favorite pieces of underwear. Beau thought about where he got it but was dumbfounded, but damn did he like how it showed off his body. Beau knew how hot he was, and he fucked his hand on the bathroom sink to his muscularity. He was so excited to go to water polo today, it was game day. 

Like clockwork, Beau made his way into the locker room and stripped down to nothing but his underwear. The water polo boys were extra eager about Beau today. They complimented him on how big he’s gotten the biggest they’ve ever seen. Were they talking about his body or his dick, ha. Beau chuckled at the thought, though his dick was firm against his underwear. His 10” dick was impossible to manage, and his teammates always chirped him for it. His teammates would pass by him and grab at his biceps. They were impossibly large. Beau spent hours in the gym, even outside of practice. They commented on his cannon, how he could throw the ball faster and further than anyone else on the team. Yeah Beau had a cannon alright. God damn he was big. His shoulders rounded out like football pads. His veins pulsated from his gargantuan forearms. His hands could not only clutch the ball, but pop it with his grasp. Beau pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Without thinking, he sent a picture, not to Sam, but to the water polo group chat. Beau doesn’t remember when he was added to the chat, but it was filled with nothing other than pictures of the team’s bodies. Picture after picture of the team. This would be a good addition, Beau thought. 

The game was amazing. Beau was an all star player, easily able to keep up with those around him. The team dominated the pool. What was once a foreign sport was now his second nature. He worked in tandem with his jockish teammates, operating as a pack of animals with an unmatched strength. The puny opponents could do nothing against Beau and the team’s sheer size and power. At the command of their fearless captain, the team tore their opponents apart. Beau was filled with satisfaction, unlike anything else. He felt great pride at fulfilling Sam’s orders and at accomplishing victory alongside his best friends. This was his community. Beau had found his people. 

To celebrate, the team was invited over to Sam’s place, the water polo house. Most of the team lived there and was the main hangout spot for the team, but Beau had yet to be over as a newbie. As the team piled in, the place was filled to the brim with giants. The hulking water polo team was made at home in the odorous house. The place reeked bodily fluids, but the team certainly couldn’t tell. Beau and the team chatted and just hung out like the best friends they were, that was, until Sam made his entrance. Sam entered and congratulated the team on their latest victory. Every one of Beau’s teammates sat on Sam’s every word. His word was gospel to them, Beau included. His approval of today’s game was more joy than any one of them could ever ask for. To celebrate, Sam stared ahead. His eyes said it all. Without another word, every member of the water polo team stripped off their clothes. 

Beau hadn’t appreciated his body after the game. He had grown to an impossible 6’ 8”. His weight crushed the coach beneath him. His size 14 feet emitted an unstoppable oder, forever damp from sweat. His toes reached out and planted themselves on the ground, perfect for paddling his massive frame through the water. His calves were sharpened into nothing but muscle that jutted out of his frame. His quads bulged out like overstuffed balloons. Could clothes even fit the muscle freak? Beau’s torso was no different. His cobblestone abs cut out from his stomach. But the most egregious part of his newfound form was his upper body. His chest dominated his form, pushing out of his frame. His pecs obscured his ability to even look at the rest of his body. His arms were disgustingly large, able to crush anything in sight. His massive hands reached down to clench the couch. Beau was so, fucking, large. He was a muscular god, but so was the rest of the team.

Beau laid back and began to jerk off. As he looked up from his 12” dick that not even his own hands could completely engulf, he saw a room full of beasts also jerking off. Grunts echoed around the room as each and every member of the water polo team was feeling themselves, touching themselves. Fuck, beau was so focused on himself, he didn’t even realize the wilderness around him. Pressure was building in Beau as he continued to jerk off, his eyes darting from person to person, all of them staring at Beau. With a single glance, Sam commanded the celebration to commence. The entire team dove at one another, fucking each other relentlessly. Some members sat in a circle jerking one another, others ramming their own teammates against the walls of Sam’s house. Beau pushed one of his teammates over the couch, fucking him hard enough to break the couch. Behind Beau was a teammate that began to fuck Beau. His muscular ass was penetrated by a fat, gigantic dick. Beau let out a massive grunt, with no unfamiliarity and only lust. As beau was fucking and was getting fucked, another teammate began to worship his pits, entranced by Beau’s musk. Beau’s mouth in the meantime passed from lips to lips, from body part to body part. Every teammate couldn’t do enough to satisfy their needs. Gallons of cum flooded the house and glazed each and every member. The orgy continued for hours and hours. Not a single crevice of Beau’s new godly body was left untouched by cocks, tongues, and cum.