What are you staring at nerd? Don't like your face all pierced up? Thats too fucking bad, I look hot with the metal. You never took any risks, one week in your body and I'm already getting twice the bitches you ever got. Main difference is I'm actually nice to people and I know how to talk. Plus, I'm so much sexier with these piercings.
Fuck, just thinking about the look on your girlfriends face when she caught "me" in bed with her brother is getting me hard. Tony has a tight ass ass by the way, super submissive. He took your 10 incher like a champ.
Maybe your staring because you wanna know what it feels like, ever been fucked by your old body before? Well I've never forced my old body to give me a blowjob, but here you are willing and ready.
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Clarence had been obsessed with Superman since he was a kid. It didn't take a genius to see that. He hunted to own every comic book physically, he bought any superman paraphernalia he found, he watched every single movie incessently. Even at 20 he still had superman sheets on his bed. As he grew up it was clear that he tried to emulate the superhero in a way, dressing in blues and reds, trying to style his hair like the hero, but it didn't really work out. His clothes always say on his overweight body strangely- trying to buy oversized clothes to hide his frame, only to highlight the parts he hated. His hair never stayed how he wanted. It was too thin and flat to hold any shape. Despite all this he seemed happy at least to try.
That was until this past month. I saw a guy that looked a lot like clark kent, standing in line at the coffee shop in a suit with coifted hair. Then it hit me how similar he looked. Not because he reminded me of superman, but because of his eyes. After I noticed it was unmistakable that it was Clarence.
The eyes were the only thing though, everything else had changed about him, besides the height. He was leaner, his face had more structure to it- more symmetrical. His hair was thicker and slightly wavy. He was actually very attractive.
I didn't know him super super well, there were just a lot of rumors about him. Me being a business major football jock, him a comp sci major nerd. I didn't hate him, I didn't really have any feelings towards him. I didnt realize how hard I was staring.
He caught my eye and smiled, a dimple forming on his cheek. His glasses giving him a timeless look. Leaving the cafe he gestured for me to join him. I followed like a mouse to cheese.
He continued walking, not even looking back as his feet gracefully strode into an allyway. My survival instincts shouldve stopped me but it was like there was some supernatural force pushing me.
As soon as I turned the corner he pushed me up against the wall, the handsome man was shorter than me, but his dominance commanded the small allyway.
"Hey boyo, you went to uni with me yeah?"
His voice was raspy, and I'll admit, sexy. I just nodded and gulped. A pendant around his neck glowed as i felt my back sliding down the brick wall.
"Have you seen Kelly recently? Your old teammate, quarterback." He said like I could forget my bestfriend from then. I hadn't, not like we didnt want to, we just got busy with our jobs.
He backed off the wall, taller than me. His chest broader. Wiping out his phone gracefully he pulled up a picture of what looked like Kelly, only shorter, less muscular. In general he looked softer, like he couldn't hurt a fly. A far cry from the aggressive quarterback I knew.
"I did that" his voice sounded deeper, "and now I'm gonna do the same to you. But you were kind enough to me so I won't make you as ugly as he is."
I could see his suit strain as his shoulders broadened, my own shirt looser on my body as my vantage point kept dropping.
He licked his lips, as he watched me hungrily. He snapped a picture of me and turned his phone around. I was still me, but shorter, skinnier. The years of football were gone, but I wasn't any less attractive. My eyes were now framed by long eyelashes, my hair falling cutely over my smooth poreless face. I looked a bit like that singer Troye Sivan.
"W-why are you doing this?" I stuttered, my voice higher, hands pressed up against the wall.
"Power." He said as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the abs that he stole from me– and presumably Kelly too.
His large hands gently lifted my shirt off my body and I let him, he traced my lean torso, small toned pecs with sensitive nipples leading down to a toned set of faint abs. My body hair making them look a bit deeper than they were.
I felt my dick get hard, but barely reach the length it used to be at soft.
*Zip*
He unzipped his pants, his huge dick exposed to the cold air, throbbing with anticipation.
"Now go ahead and turn around, let me feel how tight that ass of yours is"
Jason was venting to me about his sick and dad and I decided to make his dad "healthier." But of course, like any spell I cast, it took into consideration my inner wants as well. Biologically this man aged back 30 years. Legally he is still 60, however everyone else but me just thinks he has great genetics. Jason got a little upgrade too– just like his father he got a little taller, a little more muscular, a little more horny. Everytime I'm over at their house it's like two girls competing over a guy in highschool, good for them that I like em old and young. Of course Jason's 22 compared to his dad's biological 30 isn't a huge gap, but his father still hilds the maturity of a 60 year old man. He loves to do yardwork shirtless when I'm over, a view I'm not complaining about. As long as he lets me suck his sweat slicked musty cock after he's done. Jason's 60 year old father is healthy as a horse, and he's hung like one too.
Jake didnt respond, not thinking it was about him.
"You, Jaketheedawg24" the male voice said.
He had just started playing this new competitive game. Usually he was shit at shooters, but he seemed to pick it up pretty fast.
"Uh, thanks?" Jake said mousishly, his voice high and whiny.
Jake stared down at himself, his shorts cutting into his fat stomach, pooling over his waist. He had never been very attractive, insecurities present as soon as they could even be formed.
Now a 50 year old business man, his efforts of dieting and working out fell flat.
A tingling sensation gripped his throat, he cleared it as his adams apple dropped. His voice lowering like puberty had just hit him.
"I'm serious, you sound like you're six feet tall"
He doubled over, head almost hitting the keyboard as his spine and legs lengthened, he moaned into his headset mic trying to keep composure. His hands were still on his mouse and keyboard playing the game effortlessly despite the pain spreading throughout his body.
"F-fuck" his voice cracked as it continued to deepen.
"What? Are you taller?"
The heat tbefame more intense as his torso stretched, spreading out his fat more evenly- making him look leaner.
He sat up and cleared his throat again.
"Uh, I'm 6'5" his voice sounded slugish, but deep, not remembering that he was 5'7" just a second ago.
"Damn that's hot, i bet you're hella ripped with a voice like that."
The feeling came back again as his shoulders broadened. He rolled them back, feeling his muscles become energized. His pecs inflated out becoming thick muscular slabs of meat. Abs carved themselves into his stomach as his body fat drained from him.
He flexed his arm as it grew bigger, his hands huge and veiny. A cocky grin came across his face.
"I workout 5 days a week" he grunted.
"F'fuck" the voice managed to say through heavy breathing. It sounded like he was jacking off.
"Are you jacking off too?"
Without thinking Jaked pulled out his cock, wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft as his dick got harder.
"Yeah" his own breath slightly hitched as his hands explored his length.
"I bet you're a huge top, super dominant. Fuckin people with your huge dick right?"
He almost came as his dick expanded in his hand, his grip widening as it became thicker, heavier. He moaned loudly as his cock pushed longer, the head of his giant dick leaking pre.
"Bet you're handsome as hell and get anyone you want, cocky bastard"
His face sucked any remaining fat in as his jawline became more defined. His eyebrows shifting into a permanent thick furrow, his brown graying hair becoming perfect shaggy waves.
Jake couldn't take it anymore, he came, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his chest. His seed dripped down the canyon of his abs like a river.
"Did you just cum?" The voice asked.
"Wanna see a pic?" Jake smiled, not remembering his past.
Bro my head hurts, what was in that drink man? It's like I can feel my smarts points getting lower haha. What are smarts points? Like the thing that says how smart you are or whatever. Fuck man I don't know stop asking me dumb shit and turn around, my cock is BEGGGIINN to cum man. I know you want it bro, you've been staring at my abs all night.
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His deep voice spat out at me. It was the last thing I heard as he slid his huge cock into my ass, my hole twitching in anticipation.
---
Jason was a totally nerd, a dweeb, a loser. I had fucked him up a little, stole some money, the usual– but this one afternoon he seemed too calm. He passed by me as I leaned up against the locker, usually he'd try his best to avoid me; stick to the opposite side of the hallway, take a different path, hide behind another group of people– but he was just a foot or teo away from me. Like I didn't exist. A masculine earthy slightly musky smell wofted into my nose as he passed, wven with my years of lockerroom experience– I had never once smelt anything so masculine, intoxicating.
I started trailing behind me. Usual routine, get him isolated and take his shit– but as we rounded the corner he stood there waiting for me. Not even trying to run away. He pulled me close with a terrifying amount of strength for such a small body, pushing me against the cold hallway walls.
"Things are gonna change real soon, I bet you're already starting to feel it." His voice wasn't timid anymore, fully confident, dominant. That smell intensified as I felt my stomach flutter.
He let go and walked away, I was too shocked to say anything.
---
Over the next week I started noticing small things, my buddy Raj started shaving, his manicured facial hair that he kept for the ladies was completely gone. Brandon started talking a little higher. I swear I watched Gage's shoulders become more narrow.
And for some reason, I couldn't get myself to bully Jason.
Friday I was sitting outside in the quad with the boys for lunch, and he was at a table in the corner– watching us with those intense eyes. In the past week he had grown in some facial hair, facial hair that looked eerily similar to Raj's.
I got dizzy as I realized that my perspective was shortening, like the universe was squishing us down. I glanced over at him, suprised to see a wispy faint translucent string connecting all of to him like he was the spoke of a wheel. He smirked and I tried to get up, I tried to confront him, but I couldn't.
I stared into my locker. My eyes locked on the mirror I had mounted on the locker door. The cheap magnets had lost their grip so it sat naturally at the bottom, caught by the lip of the door. It was something that used to bother me, but now it was my height.
My eyes were bigger, my face a little cuter. I had definately lost some definition in my muscles but something in me was telling me it was okay.
Suddenly I felt a warm hand wrap arpund my waist, gently.
"Meet me at my house tonight, okay?" Jason said, his voice deeper, raspy. He handed me a sticky note that had his address and number on it.
I gulped and nodded.
---
Arrive to his house you stepped onto the creaky porch, half expecting to be ambushed right then and there. He opened the door before you even knocked. A sexy grin plastered on his face. "Hey" he said, stepping to the side to let me in.
The living room was well decorated, clearly his parents had taken care in making sure to put photos of everyone up. A family portrait showed his whole family at the beach. Three sons, one daughter, and two happy parents. His dad looked imposing, taller, very well muscled, and extremely handsome. His mother was gorgeous, long flowy hair, perfect skin. He was the tallest out of his siblings, and the most attractive. Which was saying something considering the rest of his siblings could all be models. Their bodies were all very athletic, taut. Somehow every single person had abs.
Something was telling me that this isn't how they always looked, I swear I had memories of seeing him with his parents before and they were not this attractive.
I unzipped my oversized hoodie and felt the coldness of the air on my stomach. Looking down I was suprised to see that my shirt had turned intro a crop top.
"Lookin good" he purred, leading me down the hallway. He had to be 6'5" at this point, contrasting my 5'6"
His room was neat, except for his desk, papers strewn about the place like he had been researching something obsessively.
"You're probably wondering what's going on" his voice made my body vibrate. It took everything to not show how turned on I was.
He gently pushed me onto the bed, my breath hitched. As he straddled me. He took off his shirt as I watched his toned torso ripple. His hair fell over his face in a picturesque way. His large hands slid down from his pecs down his abs,
"I look good huh?" He whispered, admiring his handiwork.
A burning feeling came over me as I continued to watch him touch himself, his body looming over mine as I watched his vascular hands trail his skin inches away from my face. His abs twitched as the burning feeling intensified in my stomach. Another row of abs revealed themselves, making it an eight pack. Looking down at my own stomach I had realized that the definition had mostly disappeared, although a few faint lined did indicate that they were there. He looked up at the ceiling, his long vascular neck seemed to stretch up and up as I watched him in awe. His adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed, moans escaping his breath as he grew more defined all over.
"I've been enjoying taking everything from you guys"
"I-i'm sorry. I don't want to be like this! I want to go back!" I scrrambled backwards towards the headboard of his bed and he just smirked. Snapping as I felt a numbness come over my mind. It was impossible to not be horny right now, feeling as my dick finally gave in, creating an outline in my jeans.
"P-please... I- I'll pay you back, ill do anything." I cried. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down as he revealed a giant throbbing dick. Even behind his briefs it was impressive.
He pulled me by my legs, and I gave way. All I could do was stare at him. "I need you in me" i said on autopilot. He took my clothes off my body like an animal, ripping my shirt to shreds. I moaned as he flipped me around, he didnt struggle at all as he teased me, barely putting the tip in. My own sizeable dick made a wet spot of pre on his sheets, the burning feeling coming back in my dick. I didn't need to see to know what was happening as my dick shrivled up. I felt the head of his dick swell bigger as his moans became deeper.
I was still trying to fight back, but I wanted him in me.
"I-i'll give you the mone-" i gasped as he drove his dick into me, not quickly, but abrupt.
"It's not about the money, whore."
He pumped in and out as my dick continued to become smaller, he was pulsing bigger inside of me.
"Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck!" I screamed into the sheets. My voice was higher. More flamboyant.
"Good boy" he growled between grunts, his voice considerably deeper as my whole body lit on fire.
Vincent shouldn't have said all that shit about me. Now he's my nerdy twerp roommate and I'm the hot frat bro. It was so fun watching the fear in his eyes as i drained all the muscle from him, I could jack off to that feeling for days. With this new testosterone and cock I'm practically drowning in cum anyways. Didn't mean to make him a fag but I accidently swapped our sexualities too, doesn't matter- raming pussy with this huge dick feels amazing and I'm not gonna stop. I started jacking off in front of him, something he used to do to me. Since he's new at being gay he can't really hide his horniness. Its hot to put someone in their place, to watch their eyes become fearful of what they've become.
The feelings even better when he knows I'm watching him, his breath heavy as my thick hand slides up and down my huge vascular cock. My eyes locked with his as I think about his ex girlfriend's tight pussy.
Talking to your neighbor Brad he constantly complained about his son Stanley. Brad was quite the charmer, a real guys guy- while Stanley was comparable to a fly on the wall. Lurking around, not totally wanted, making himself known with whines every now and then. You had to admit Stanley would look pretty alright if he just worked out, the kid was alternative– something that Brad hated, but you thought was cute. He wore inch wide tunnel gauges, however it was clear that he had no idea how to actually dress "alternative". Brad had to be in his mid 50s, putting Stanley in his mid 20s. Recently you yourself had just turned 34. In all truth you resonated more with Stanley, but Brad had taken a liking to you since you seem more "traditionally masculine." Little did he know about the faggy transformation stories you read.
The other night while out at the local gay bar you saw Stanley sitting alone, he didn't seem to notice you- staring down into his amber filled glass. The two of you hadn't really talked a ton and you didn't blame him. To him you were just one of his dad's lackies– although that couldn't be further from the truth. Brad just kept inviting you over, and you didn't want to start trouble.
The light almost shimmered, a tight knot forming in your chest. He wasn't totally your type, you usually went for people a little more dominant– at least more dominant than you, but something was compelling you.
You walked up behind him, your hand gently slliding across his shoulder. He looked up at you, suprised. "M-mister!" He stuttered out, his face a bit flush from his drink. He scrambled to make himself presentable, although it was a lost cause.
"Hey boy, didn't think I'd see you around these parts"
"I-it's my first time here- I wanted to try out something new" his weak voice stuttered.
The two of you talked for awhile, finding out that you had a lot of shared interest. By the end of the night something had flipped, his hand was on the back of your waist and his voice was fuller.
"Your place?" Stan whispered, pulling you close. You nodded.
---
Stumbling out of the cab it was clear the two of you had had one too many drinks. Barely locking the door he took lead, his soft lips crashing into yours as he pushed you up against the door, his hands exploring your waist.
"You're doing something to me" he said, his voice a low purr- deeper than it shouldve been. Maybe it was the alchohol but you swear he was looming over you now, his shoulders filling out his shirt more.
You slid down as you unbuckled his pants, him tearing off his shirt ravenously. You gasped, he was much more muscular than you had originally though under that shirt. Instead of a lean skinny torso you found your eyes face to face with a set of abs, right above a dick that seemed to pulsate bigger.
"Oh fuck, h-holy shit I'm huge." He said groping his dick through his briefs.
You watched as he massaged the base of his cock, your mouth salivating as he lightly moaned under his breath.
Things quickly escalated as you tried to top him, only to find him effortlessly switching positions with you- his dick grinding up against the slit of your ass.
"Fuck, don't act all big- I know you want me in you" if you hadn't noticed his voice before, you wouldve noticed it now. It was almost guttural- raspy. His muscles inflated even more at this point, you looked behind you as you watched him grope his new body, exploring the newly tanned skin as hair sprinkled itself all over his body. His face has gotten more handsome too, the acne was gone, replaced by a smooth complextion.
He slid into your ass as you shuddered, wet squelching filling the room as his thick head popped in. He moaned, as did you.
"Fuck, you want this dick so bad don't you?" He said as he picked up the pace. All you could do was moan as you could feel his dick grow even longer inside you. His large hands effortlessly flipped you around so you were facing eachother, his intense eyes completely enraptured by your body.
"Say it." He spat out, he looked angry almost.
"I-I want you" you whimpered out, barely able to speak while his dick rammed you mercilessly.
"Louder." His voice not louder, but more intense, like a drill Sargent.
"FUCK, I NEED YOU."
"Good boy" he smiled, his teeth perfectly straight, cocky.
His beautiful mouth now adorned by a thick mustache explored yours as your tongues got to know eachother.
He ramped up the intensity as you heard his breath deepen.
"You loved being fucked by someone younger huh" he huffed out, "being dominanted by someone who should be lower than you." You swallowed as he continued.
"You love feeling small" he whispered matter of factly as he picked you up, continuing to fuck you as he brought you over to the couch. Your eyes couldnt staring at him, his face, his body, the glistening god was too much to handle.
You almost came multiple times, but you wanted to cum at the same time, holding yourself back as his hands pinned your hands down. His musk completely overtaking you.
It was a matter of hours until the two of you finally came, you swear he his dick had been pulsing cum inside you for at least 20 seconds straight. His huge sweaty body pinned you down against the couch, cum was oozing out of your ass as his face nestled into the crook of your neck.
---
In the morning you woke up to the smell of eggs, you stumbled to the kitchen sore as you found him in nothing but your apron cooking, the outline of his dick pushing up against your apron- ready to fuck you again.
Broke as a joke, that's what your mother would call you. 35, a bachelors degree in computer science, no job, no boyfriend, no life. Recently, you were laid off thanks to some stupid mistake you made, and now you've been blacklisted from the companies you'd want to work at.
While scrolling tiktok rotting in bed, a sight that's become common, an ad popped up for Tiktok's new "influence the masses" program. It looked like your typical tiktok shop incentive program, but there was something weird about it. Alongside sending you products to review, you would also be given "aid" to grow your audience, whatever that means. Deciding you had nothing to lose and being desperate for money, you quickly signed up.
Your phone suddenly shut off as it went blue for a few seconds, white text saying "see you in the next life" popping up. The screen goes black as your own shocked face is reflected in the screen, your pudgy fingers tapping the phone to get it to reboot.
After a second or two, your phone starts up, but something is different. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of notifications from tiktok blow up your phone as likes and comments stream in. As they do you feel your head start to spin, the world seems hazy, like a game almost. You stumble to your feet, not realizing how they stretch and groan under wider soles as your toes splay further- your once size 6 feet becoming a wide size 12.
Lift, eat, fuck, sleep
A voice in your head says as you moan, your own voice dropping a few octaves as you stumble over your larger feet, your hand gripping the side of the hallway as you make your way to the bathroom.
Pussy i need pussy
Your mind reprograms as you think about giant tits bouncing around as you nail a random girl, your thrusts confident and deliberate. As you fall into the bathroom, you catch yourself on the porcelain sink, once up to your belly, now barely to your thighs as you grow taller.
You watch yourself with pride as memories change. No longer bullied, no longer a deadbeat, but a popular college student, heavyweight drinker, frat partier, bodybuilder. Your shoulder crack wider as your pecs fill out with muscle, a deep canyon of lean meat filling out your stomach as your fat dissapates. Your jawline becomes more prominent as your brain shrinks, only capable of thinking of tits, ass, and pussy.
Drool comes out of your mouth as your face restructures more handsome, your cheekbones higher, your eyebrows more defined. Your testosterone skyrockets as you feel your dick grow bigger, making a sizable bulge in your jeans.
I'm a stud
The voice says as your giant horsecock pulses. Pawing at it through your jeans as you think about texting some random girl.
You open tiktok looking for something to jack off to when you're reminded that you need to be posting. Your audience mainly consists of horny gay boys but you didnt care, those faggots could jerk off as much as they wanted to you if they made your numbers go up.
Your tiktok populates with thousands of videos of you shirtless, flexing, showing off products on the tiktok shop, lying about using the measly supplements on there. You were an absolute master at using these fags, they believe every word you say.
As you film and get ready to post a video of you lip syncing shirtless, you know the exact caption to get what you want from these fags.
Kaleb dreaded being so boring, before college he had daydreamt about becoming a popular charismatic socialite- but living it was different than thinking it. He thought maybe a sport would help him, so he signed up for a weight lifting class. Little did he know that this was not a beginner friendly class, mainly for established athletes. The scrawny nerd had no idea what he was getting into.
As he stepped into the lockerroom he found his assigned locker, a small bag of clothes and shoes in his hand. When he opened his locker a musky stench wofted into his nostrils. After souring his face he looked into the locker, noticing a pair of red plaid boxers. His curiosity got him as he picked them up– inspecting the slightly damp boxers noticing a cum stain on the front.
Instead of disgust he felt another emotion, taking the boxers and putting them straight to his nose. The scent of sweat and cum permeating his sense, he swears he could hear the smell. After a few seconds he collapsed on the floor.
After waking up he found himself laying on the bench, but he didnt quite fit. Sitting up the whole bench seemed to creak under his weight. He saw someone standing over him, it's hand reached out. The shadow looked familiar as his vision focused in on it.
How could he forget? It was Coach Jefferson, Jeff was the best guy ever– kind, but strict.
"Kareem! Why were you on the floor? Are you good kid?" The older mans husky voice boomed as Kaleb Kareem scratched his chest, it was hairier than he had remembered.
"Uh I think so" Kareem's voice was deeper but Kareem sidnt notice. It was like his voice had always been that way.
He looked down at his body, thick, broad, defined, hairy. He was wearing the red boxers. Immediately he felt his dick start to stir, twitching alive as his member pressed up against his jeans. God he was fucking hot as hell.
"Feel free to go take care of that in the shower" Coach said as Kareem nodded.
Coach smirked watching the giant stride over to the showers, shucking his jeans off knowing that he gained another perfect sthlete on his roster.
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/Heavily inspired by the story; The 43rd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair. Love a gradual suggestion tf, always hot!
Once again, Lee was put into a group of guys for a group project that expected him to do everything. It wasn't totally out of the norm, but he was getting tired of it. He always heard in high school that he would find his people in college, but it wasn't going so well. Short, skinny, weedy, nerdy, the only asian person in a 50-mile radius. He hated going to college in such a rural area.
The class went by as expected, the group of meathead guys contributed nothing while he slaved away at the assignment. Peridocially he'd catch one of the meatheads looking at him, in a sort of apologetic way. After class thay meathead came up to him, his body language was nervous and a bit more shy than he'd expected.
"H-hey, sorry about my friends, i wanted to help, but i feel like i'd just slow you down." He spoke with a softness that the others didn't have. The gentle giant loomed over him as he extended a hand.
"Here, if i can help in any way just give me a text or call, k?" He said as he waved goodbye. On the folded paper was his number and the name "Julian," What a strange interaction.
---
Lee and Julian got together at Lee's dorm, and although he didn't help a ton- it was nice to have some company. Throughout the day, they had actual conversation and found out they actually had some overlap in interests.
"Why do you hang out with those guys anyways? I feel like you're so different from them."
"I... dont know honestly, it was just easy for me to fit in with them i guess. People look at me and assume im just some other jocky douche so it's hard for me to branch out."
A pang of guilt washed over Lee.
"And- uh.. how do i say this."
Lee looked at Julian quizically.
"Our 'leader' James has this confidence and charisma you can't really avoid. It's like everyone's under a spell or something."
Interesting Lee thought, he had to push a little more.
"Tell me more, like pretend im trying to be someone like him. What specific qualities, traits, would 'put you under a spell' as your phrased it."
"Well, you would be pretty tall, like taller than most people if not the tallest person in the college. I think thats what gives him the dominance and confidence you know?"
He did know, Lee had been 6'5" his entire life. It made him a lot more confident even though he was as skinny as a rake. It was how he got through highschool- he'd just wear baggy clothes to hide his skinny body.
"I guess you kinda have that part down huh, you're for sure taller than him."
He stretched upwards cracking his back, he was always the tallest in the room standing at 6'9." No one came close.
"Yeah yeah go on, what other things?"
"You'd for sure be more athletic, into a ton of different sports, so you could socialize with as many people as possible."
He looked down at his lithe toned body that he maintained from being in so many sports growing up. It was like he had too much energy and he didn't know where to put it. It was normal for him to run 5 miles a day as a warmup. He also thought about the multiple people he had met over the years, some he didn't talk to anymore but followed him on socials. It was easy for him to stand out, and people felt naturally gravitated towards him.
"You'd be more muscular, yes you'd still do a ton of sports but you'd still be in the gym almost daily. Huge arms, huge pecs, huge legs, huge everything. And everything would be just as defined as it is big."
He leaned backwards on his bed, looking down at his huge pecs. People often joked that they looked like they would start spurting milk at any moment. He smiled, his confidence skyrocketing as he flexed one of his huge arms. Confirming what julian had said.
"And, hypothetically. How would you make me more perfect?"
Julian rattled off a bunch of descriptors as Lee's body became absolutely perfect. His face became perfectly symmetrical as his cheekbones lifted and became more pronounced. His voice became deep and demanding, his adams apple prominent on his muscular long neck. He spread his thick juicy muscular thighs wider as his member became as thick as a soda can and 10 inches long soft.
He let out a soft moan as he started to play with his sensitive nipples.
"I didnt know you thought of me like that Julian, 'the perfect man' huh?"
He smiled an extrmely dazzling white charming smile.
"Now we'll finish this project later, but there's something else that should be your priority right now."
His giant pet snake flopped out half hard as he pulled down his sweatpants.
Fuck babe Is this how you feel all the time? God how do you get anything done, ever since we swapped I can barely think. All I've been doing is jacking off and I've shot like 3 loads today just thinking about your little ass. I just want to fuck that cute little mouth of yours. Holy shit seeing my cum dripping out of your mouth would be so fucking hot.
Please come over baby, I need those thick cocksucking lips on my dick right now.
Jon had been traveling for a business trip, meeting up with some lawyers to talk about a possible venture, but the night before the meeting he was completely restless. He remembered that the hotel had an "after hours" pool for hotel VIPs he could use. He never liked pools, he had been overweight all his life so pools were a sore spot for him. When the kids in school would have fun splashing around, he would just hide in the corner, shirt covering his chubby belly- but maybe there wouldn't be anyone, maybe it'd be fine.
Stepping into the tall ceilinged room, the only person he saw was a lifeguard.
"Couldn't sleep huh?" The lifeguard was incredibly attractive– couldn't be older than 30, blonde, tan. Jon lowered himself into the cold water.
"Y-yeah" he muttered, the cold water stifling his ability to talk.
He closed his eyes as the water took hold, there was something about it. He shouldve been swimming more, his joints felt amazing as he waded.
"Oh yeah" he lept off the wall, his hands alternating through the water. As he traversed the pool he felt hands around his waist, thick, calloused, warm, a striking feeling against the cool water. He let it in, as the hands massaged him, years of stress disapating as he reached the other end. When he opened his eyes he could see clearer, a strand of wet black hair fell in his face, which was silver just a frw minutes ago. He looked down at his body, realizing that he had not only stripped pounds off his body, but years as well. His skin taut, smooth, no stretchmarks. His reflection showed a handsome man that couldnt be older than 25- he'd even wager being 20 or 21.
He effortlessly pulled himself up as he felt his muscles start to cramp, his legs lengthening, his shoulders broadening. He let out a small moan, trying not to draw attention to himself as his skinny body ballooned out with muscle, pecs becoming heavy slabs of testosterone. He felt that massaging once more as he looked down at the pool. Right in front of him was the lifeguard, massaging his thighs, slowly taking off his swimsuit– which had turned from a pair of trunks into a tight speedo.
Without a word his dick flopped out, thick, long, hard. Jon winced as the gorgeous blonde man wrapped his gorgeous lips around the head of his cock.
The morning after he woke up to the lifeguard in his bed, his well muscled arm drapped over his own tan muscular pecs. Gis alarm blared, warning of thr meeting. Now being the owner of a successful operation at 21, he had an abundance of confidence.
/wrote this all in one sitting, bound to be a lot of grammatical errors but ignore that please haha
That fucking asshole Maddox. For some reason Ethan let that dweeb start hanging with the frat. Last semester I fucked up on our group assignment because I didn't follow the directions right. We got a C and that dropped his grade to an A-. He went off on me, yelling at me, calling me the dumbest person alive. I havent seen him since then, but I didn't care.
Maybe Ethan just wants to keep a punching bag around for us, while making him feel like someone worth talking to.
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That fucking asshole! Early I was shaving and i swear my jaw looked softer, less masculine? I don't fucking know maybe my bulk is getting too dirty. Felt like shit so I decided to text my girl Rachel. Buttering her up to do a little fuckin, then I leave before she wakes up. She sent me back a photo of herself with the damn dweeb cuddled up in her bed where she rode my dick for hours.
Who knew that whore would fuck that little pussy boy? I didn't care anyways. I never really cared about the relationship, I just liked her tits. I guess I'm finally free from "dating" her. God she was clingy as hell. I'm glad he took her, she'll probably torment the shit out of him.
There was something weird I noticed right away though, the little nerd had a nice ass jawline. Usually itd be kinda recessed and soft lookin, but that shit was hella sharp. Maybe he's been mewing or some shit.
It doesn't fucking matter to me, might beat some sense into that fag tommorow night at the rager.
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Something is happening girl. I've been feeling down or whatever and I thought it was because of everything, but something big is happening. I was kinda spacin yesterday after that shit with Rach went down– so I didn't notice anything all day, but last night I showed up to the ready to pound some beers down and throw some hands.
Stepping into the house, I saw him- and I felt fear, maybe for the first time since Ethan yelled at the frat for throwing off the girl guy ratio. He looked different, but the same? I knew it was him because he's one of a few Asians at out school, the only one in the frat. He was taller, his skin was completely clear, like he had zaped it all away. He was talking to Ethan, solo cup in his hand, wearing one of his nerdy shirts but it seemed tighter to him. If I didn't know any better I'd've said that he hit the gym by how he was filling that shirt out- and with his buzzcut, somehow a little grown out he looked pretty cute.
I mean- not cute, but like not like the uggo he was a few days ago. He looked over at me and winked. I got so fucking mad I marched over to him, he looked at me expectantly.
"Whaddup CharChar" his voice was different, raspier, deeper.
Conversation lowered as they eavesdropped on us, he was taller than me now– but as my eyes wandered, i realized something else. Ethan was taller than me. Ethan and I had been the same height, I swear.
"Little guy, why are you getting so worked up? Mad I took your girl? She had the time of her life with me, you could never do that, squirt"
As soon as he said that I swear the world got taller, i felt the room be oppressive for the first time. A few people chuckled around me, some were obviously holding their laughter.
"Ugh! Whatever" My voice sounded higher, more flamboyant. But l was sooo pissed I stomped put of there.
The party kept going, a few minutes later he stepped out onto the porch, the wood creaking under his heavier weight.
I felt his hand on my back, it was warm, inviting, I leaned in a little I admit.
His voice came to a whisper "Charlie, I know this is hard for you, but these are the repercussions you get. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner, its hella fun being hot– who wouldve known?"
My mind was spinning, I want to run away, but his voice was so calming. His hand rubbed my shoulder as he pulled me in.
"You and I are the only ones who remember our past, and you're gonna lose those memories once you fully change. So this pain will be temporary. Look, I'm punishing you, but I'm not evil. I'm just turning you into someone current you would hate. Just ride it out, okay?"
He patted my back as he got up, turning away from me.
"So you can join us or mope around. Thats up to you how you want to spend your last days as Charlie, CharChar's gonna take over real soon."
It was reassuring but so scary, I didn't want to change! I like being me.
I left without a word, I'm sure he had the time of his life.
---
A few days had passed, and he was right. Moping didnt help. I've felt so depressed, all I want to do is eat and stay in– which is what I have been doing.
And I swear I'm eating excess calories but i keep losing weight. Maybe I need to stop fighting it, its dragging. The other day my instagram updated itself, photos changed of me and rachel or me with the bros to me by myself, or with a group of girls. And like not in a pimp way but a faggy way. Lol Idk, I feel like I don't really care anymore? I feel sad don't get me wrong‐ but it's more fomo than anything.
---
Im out at this gay bar with the girls and its hella fun! It's hella poppin, a bunch of guys were hitting on me and like I've never taken dick, but I feel pretty confident. Sucked off a guy in the bathroom, made him cum like twice loll. What I get for being such a little cutie I guess. Got a few numbers, had a ki with the girls, and you'll never guess who's here.
MADDOX
AT. THE. GAY. BAR.
Who fucking knew??
Idk the last time I saw him it was awkward as hell but wowww I couldn't stay mad at a hottie. Even crazier, ETHAN was next to him. I lowkey gasped hella loud.
Told the girls and they were talking about how they heard how big he was, apparently one of them had fucked him and it barely fit!
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The night went on and I was dancing, having a good time, then I felt a pair of hands on my waist. A familiar sensation.
"Hey, looks like you're having fun" I looked up. And up. I know that I had gotten shorter but holy shittt this man was huge as fuck. He wore a slutty little button up, unbuttoned most of the way down. I wanted to like that sweaty little strip of delicious torso so bad.
He smiled, a breathtaking smile. His square jawline so perfectly decorated with little dimples. His hair had grown out into a shaggy little number, and it looked good. Honestly I think he could have a bowl cut and it would look good with that facecard.
"I am" I tried my best to look seductive,"are you and Rachel over?" One of his huge hands was still on my waist, like he was claiming me.
"Oh her? We just fucked that one night, y'know- cazh"
He pulled me closer, his breath a whisper against my cheek– the music was blaring but I felt like I could hear him so clear, like he was the only one in that room "One of your little girlfriends was talking about you."
He smelt amazing, sweaty, floral, but somehow masculine. I felt insane.
"Said you were asking how big I was"
He circled around me as he gripped my waist, pulling me against his crotch.
"Imagine your old dick, what, 6 inches long? Now double that."
If I wasn't hard already I would've made a hole through my pants how quick he got worked up. He continued to grind up on me, one of his hands rode up my abs as his other hand pawed at my zipper. Following what little of my treasure trail was left.
"Soft"
My brain went into overdrive, imagining him fucking me full force, that huge dick all the way up my ass. His huge hands on my waist, guiding my thick ass down onto his cock.
I almost came there on spot, my breathing was heavy as my eyes came out of their trance. Seeing that my girls were cheering me on on the side, some of them clearly jealous.
"Your place?" I mumbled
"Sure"
---
I could not wait any longer, I wanted him now.
In the cab all we did was makeout, he tipped the driver 20 bucks as we stumbled out of the cab.
His place smelt like him, it was heavenly. Clean, tidy, the only signs of life was a small duffel bag that was clearly his gym bag, what I would give to turn that scent into a perfume.
He unbuttoned his shirt as I took him in fully for the first time. He was carved out of stone, vascular lines leading straight to the fun parts. His skin slick with sweat and I swear I saw his pecs pulse bigger. Unzipping his oants slowly, he made sure to give me a show, slowly rubbing his dick through his briefs.
"Hm, 14 inches soft" I looked back down at my dick, in the past week I had lost 2 inches, and now I lost two more. I was puny, his palm alone would completely cover me up.
His desktop was open, a green bar was at 97%, I wanted to read into it but right now I had bigger fish to fry. I've been dreaming of this since I first saw him. Across campus wearing the tightest shirt I had ever seen, stretched across those huge gigantic shoulders. Fuck.
He got to it kissing my neck, his tongue felt so good. My breath hitched as his long fingers explored my body, inches over every little crevice, every hair. Goosebumps would appear wherever he touched.
"Fuck just get into me!" I screamed as he sucked on my sensitive nipples.
He looked up at me, those gorgeous eyes turning predatory as he stood up, switching vantages.
"I'm the one making the rules here." His voice was deeper, - or its always been that deep. It was hard to tell, maybe I was imagining things. All I know is that I felt it in my stomach, his voice. I yelped a little.
He man handled me as he flipped me around on the couch, his thick hands gripping my ass as he spit onto it. His saliva thick. I had came, my pathetic seed shooting over his leather couch.
"Tsk tsk tsk, couldn't wait any longer huh?"
I gasped as the head of his cock has breache my hole, it was the hugest dick I had ever seen, let alone taken. There was this one guy back in freshamn year– but even he didnt come close to this ridiculously hung god.
He drove into me, gripping my ass as he ramped up the pace. Slowly pulling out a little and driving back in, inching his way in. My hole spread wider and wiser and it was painful, but god was it hot, he picked me up effortlessly, his hands supporting me as I looked up at him. He was smiling, of course he was smiling.
My cum dripped down my abs as he took two fingers and scooped it up, putting it into his mouth, sucking them clean as he continued to fuck me.
"Good boy, you taste just how I want"
He wasnt even breaking a sweat, it was like he had endless endurance. He drove into me as he finally made it all the way in. It felt amazing. I could feel his entirety in me, his gigantic balls sticking against my sweaty ass.
"Brace yourself"
I hadn't realized, but in the time that he had picked me up he had fully moved me to the bedroom, barely stopping.
He layed me down on the bed, my head resting near the headboard, a soft pillow keeping my head up. My legs were straight up against his gigantic broad shoulders. He ramped up, going faster and faster, and let me tell you that it was a blur. I remember going for hours, or at least what felt like hours, I finally heard some heavy breathing from him, but that was hard to hear over the squelching and my moaning.
I had cum multiple times at this point, I don't know how, but my little balls keep pumping it out, a constant stream of bliss.
He took it out of me and I was confused, my ass ached, pulsating, begging for him to be back in me. His huge cock was beautiful, vascular, thick, pointed straight up against his washboard abs.
"Wanna show you a trick" his cock continued to pulsate, I don't think he cum once.
"Please, anything" i whimppered, barely able to talk from all the moaning and screaming.
He took his cock in his hand, gripping it fully, i know that my hand would not have been able to do that, and started pumping it. It was so hot, watching his hand slide up and down as it continued to twitch faster and faster. His other hand was behind his back, he was fingering himself.
His neck craned back as he aimed his cock at me,
"3..." he started, his breath heavy.
"2-" immediately he came, torrents of cum all over me. It was enough to coat me completely. And for the last time I had also cum, completely covered by my spunk and his.
He wiped off the tip of his cock, then putting his fingers in his mouth. Cum dripped off his lips as he winked at me. If I wasn't empty already, I would've came another time.
He took care of me, picking me up like a ragdoll as he showered me before we slept.
We didn't talk, just longing eye contact, shared smiles, a giggle here and there, a kiss with shared seed in our mouths.
He was perfect, caring, attentive. I can't believe we had been dating for 3 years now, I don't what I did to deserve such a perfect boyfriend.
In the morning he was out of bed, a huge indent where his body would be. I stumbled outside as the smell of eggs and toast hit my nostrils.
"Good morning sweetie" he smiled.
"Baby", I smiled- itwas all I could mutter out, my voice hoarse from the night's activities.
I glanced over at his computer. A blue bar that said "100% complete" I didn't dare to ask him what it was about, he was a comp sci prodigy and I was just some theatre major- I'd leave hsi techy stuff to him.
You had been living with your step dad ever since the divorce with your mom, that was when you were 15– the custody battle was barely a fight. Now 23 you felt bad staying with him– but he didnt mind. Caleb was the nicest person that you had ever met, you don't know what he saw in your mom, but that was just the type of person he was.
Caleb how he needed to clear out the basement, how there had been stuff in there from his parents were around. While moving a box a picture caught in between the box and the wall fell out onto the ground, picking it up it was a picture of a guy that looked vaguely familar. An emo guy with purple hair sticking his tongue out at the camera, his shirt in his hands showing off his impressive physique. Couldn't be older than 20.
"Who's this?" You flip the picture towards him. And he chuckles.
"Thats me, little dude" he says walking over towards you, his broad stature looming over your shorter height.
Your mouth dropped as you looked back and forth between the two.
Damn he was hot
In all truth, you always thought that. The 38 year old man had always kept a pretty solid physique, although it was clear that all he did was workout during this time.
"You remember my friend Don? Donny? He's that gay guy– the one married to Chris"
You try to pull faces from your head as you think through his friends, there is a person that comes by semi regularly to have a beer with him. Blonde, well built himself, but definately much smaller than Caleb. You remember how Donny had some issues with his relationship, they themselves were on the cusp of a divorce and you think that because of that Caleb and Donny really bonded.
"Well back in college we used to hangout a lot, spent every waking moment together pretty much. We'd drive to school together, go out together, the whole shebang." He looked to the side, a slight blush creeping across his handsome face, "and well, we also experimented alot with eachother... to put it lightly. That picture was actually taken right after we 'did the deed' as the kids say. We were kinda sex addicts"
"Ew! I do not need to hear that." You feign, laughing as you push him away playfully, "and I think the only people who say that are geezers like you."
He chuckles, his voice lowering a bit as his expression changed.
"He actually asked me out then, but I wasn't ready to come out, to put a label to it y'know? Bi people didn't really 'exist' back in thise days haha. I said some things I regret, we grew apart, and then I reached out to him a few years later when your mom and I seperated." He looked away from you, his voice softer, "I apologized to him and he so graciously gave me a second chance. Sometimes I wonder though what wouldve happened If I had said yes." feel your eyelids get very heavy.
Closing them you hear another voice. Again- similar, but you can't place it. Opening your eyes you notice that you're still in the basement, but everything is rearranged slightly. It looks much more like a living room than the messy storage room it had become. Cans of energy drinks, soda, and beer were strewn about. Looking behind you, you find the voice. A blonde man slumped over the couch, handsome. He looks up at you expectantly.
"Caleeebbb, can you top tonight? I really wanna feel your cock in me" he whined, his waist grinding up against the couch.
You look around, expecting him to come out, scanning for any traces of that purple hair, but instead you see that purple in your peripheral. You gasp, running to the bathroom as your questions were answered. No longer were you, you. You were Caleb. Running your hands down your powerful torso, you feel the abs ripple undernesth your long fingers, callouses causing you sensory overload as your dick starts to chub. You flex every muscle you can possibly flex. This had to be a dream.
Donny walks over, leaning against the doorframe his arms crossed.
"God you don't have to be such a dick about it bro, I'll top its whatever-"
"No no no- I can." Your voice deeper, like Caleb's but much younger than you remember. Your large hands grip his shoulders.
A look of amusement spreads across his face, a slight grin, "eager huh? You usually never wanna top."
"Well, I've had a change of heart." You feel your dick rubbing up against his stomach, you wrap your hands around his head and pull him in for a kiss, passionate, firey. After a second of making out he pulls away.
"What has gotten into you? You usually just want to fuck and be done with it, but you're really putting effort in now huh?" His breath came to a whisper as he looked into your eyes.
"Im a changed man" you smile, launching back into a kiss as you two traverse, spinning around back onto the couch. You rip off his clothes as you ravenously trail him down his body. Savoring the smell of sweat and weed. Getting down to his dick you wrap your mouth around his cock head, expertly pleasing him as his back arches against the couch, his breaths staggared.
"Oh fuck, fuck jesus, wow you've gotten... ugh so- so much better at that" he stutters as you take the whole thing, sucking out every drop of pre. You unlatch as you signal for him to turn around. You've never felt so powerful, so sexy in your life.
Your long dick slides in between his cheeks as shudders.
"Go slow, remember I can't take all of it."
"I have an idea" you say, grabbing a bottle of lube as you start finger him. His moans become louder and louder.
"Oh fuck baby stretch me out" he grunts as you fit 3 finger in, squirting more lube out as you insert the tip. Slowly you start to pump in, feeling how tight he is, contracting against your cock.
"F-fuck" he whispers. You reach the hilt of your cock as he moans deeply.
"You're such a good slut" you mutter, gripping his waist as you start to thrust, rapidly picking up the pace.
"You like that huh, you whore." Your words come out aggressively as he moans in utter bliss.
"Y-yes daddy fuck..." his voice barely audible.
While fucking him you bend over to whisper in his ear.
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You.." he whimpers.
"Who the fuck do you belong to?" You say again, more aggressively.
"I BELONG TO YOU CALEB" he screams as you do one last thrust cumming deep inside him as your cum drips out, his hole pulsating. That was the most cum you had seen in your life. He lays there in bliss, covered in his own spunk.
Just then a click is heard at the door, your grandmother- er your Mother comes in with a hamper of laundry, she sees you standing above him, your cock dripping with cum and closes the door. Through the door you hear here yelling
"Boys what did I say about putting a damn sock on the door, ive walked in on yall more times than me and your father have had sex in the past decade!"
You both chuckle as you help to clean away the cum off Donny with your shirt. He wouldn't stop looking at you. His blue eyes piercing through you as you took care of him. This time around he wasn't going to fuck it up. Caleb- he deserved a happy life.
"Maybe this is a bad time but, I was thinking about us" Donny sighs out, blushing.
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Something was going on with your roommate Art- err- Arthur. He hated the nickname "Art" now which had found strange. It had been months since he started the job search and no one would hire him– that was until the car shop gave him an interview. It was random, he applied on a whim, but somehow he got it. He didn't know anything about cars, he didn't even look the part. Short, scrawny, and very obviously nerdy. Ever since he got the job though, small things would change about him day after day. He seemed happier, but when you asked about how his job was going he'd always say that he "didn't really remember" the day. After his hair had turned blonde and he put on 20 pounds of muscle, you decided to go check his job out.
"Yeah I got some car troubles I might visit you later" you feign, he just nods at you.
"Aite bro" he says lounged on the couch, shirtless. His voice mightve been a smidge deeper but you couldn't really tell. The thing about the changes were that they were so gradual that you didn't notice until they progresses further.
Showing up to the car shop, some older muscular gentleman checked you in.
"This is Arthur, he'll be workin on your car today" the older gentleman said in a deep southern drawl.
However this wasn't Arthur, not his arthur. it was like a dl southern man's wet dream. This man was well above six foot, his shirt clinging tightly to his hefty pecs, strained across his wide muscular shoulders. Maybe there were just two Arthurs working here. That's it, that had to be it. He wore a hat with the logo of the company, your mouth salivated as you watched his huge vascular hand fall into a wave, his thick arm inadvertently flexing.
"Yo bro! Duncan, this is the roommate I was telling you about." Duncan smiled.
"Is that so" Duncan ushered you to the garage where you car had already been parked.
"This must be confusing for you" Duncan spoke, "but rest assured that your friend is still himself– just a little changed to be more of our use. Do not fret, he did agree to these changes."
You had a million questions but you couldn't manage to choke out any. Arthur inspected your car as you watched hsi rippling muscles through his shirt. At somepoint he had pulled off the shirt but you hadn't noticed because you were so entranced by the hunk.
"I understand that there has been some leaks into his personal life, his work life changing his baseline. If that's what you're worried about please know that he told us he wouldn't mind if that happened. 'I don't want to be a nerd anyways'."
"I'm sorry, what is going to change about him?"
"Not too much, mainly physical stuff– but he may adopt the psychological ones just by virtue of being in that kind of body"
Arthur's tan skin glistened, his back muscles carved out of granite. You could see the outline of his dick pulsing against his jeans.
"Looks like he's excited to see you! Havent seen him that hard before haha. No amount of reprogramming can change their true souls, so he's still gay."
Arthur jogged up the two of them, keys in hand, "heres these back bud. Doesnt look like anything wrong" a slight southern accent had tinted his raspy deep bro tone. You couldn't help but to stare down at his giant bulge, the outline of it looked so heavy.
"I see you're both enjoying this." Duncan says glancing down at your own chubbed member, "I'll leave you two to it then" Duncan said as he stepped back into the office, closing the door.
As soon as he did so Arthur's demeanor shifted, he lifted your chin up with his hand and kissed you sloppily, he tasted like cigarettes and musk. As you unlatched he slowly lowered you to your knees.
