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It is always a bit of a dick move for parents to pass hand me downs from big bros to little bros, but it is an understandable money saver. Of course that doesn’t help you, with your big brother being a big tall man even back when he was a young teen, puberty was always kind to him.

I get why you want to fill out his clothes, loose clothes can’t be that comfortable and they can look terrible. So I’ll do you one better then you asked, I’ll over grow you, so his clothes almost don’t fit. 

He’s around 6′4, I’ll stretch you out to 6′6, just tall enough to almost hit your head on doorways. He’s a beefy wrestler build, I’ll plump you up to football level muscle, and you still have a fair bit of puberty to still grow through. 

His jocks…. I feel bad about telling you this, but he stuffs them… But you still want to fill out that stretched out pouch, and you will. Horse level meat and big swollen bull nuts will be needed to pack that pouch out. 

While you struggle to get your big bros too small a tank top off I’ll just warn you about the changes…. you have always been this big thanks to the magic and that will effect the world around you, namely your big brother. 

 For a Universe Kazario is creating, where instead of pocket monsters, the Trainers collect hot Pokeboys.  This was pretty fun. I’ll design some Pokeboys eventually.

Checkout the huge cock on the twink as he watches the roided stud. Woof!

He came home on a break from college a changed man. Danny was a nerd and a geek when he left four or five months ago. He seemed to have had a total makeover from head to toe, his hair, his physique, laser eye surgery, his low slung jeans, and even his attitude made him look like he had been a jock all his life. His weight hadn’t changed much but now there was almost no fat on his 190 pound frame. I knew he hadn’t lost any of his brain power since him mom constantly bragged about his straight ‘A’ average and his triple major in Engineering.

When he was in high school I tried to mentor him without success. He was too focused on getting into college until the offers started coming in. Then he was focused on the best college to attend. Why he chose a small college out west is anybody’s guess. They say the population of the small town triples when school is in session. I imagine it would be a ghost town if the college closed.

Danny… excuse me Dan as now he wants to be called, has been hanging out at my house using my home gym and he seems to be picking my brain and asking all the questions I expected him to ask when I was his mentor. It was as if puberty passed him by a couple years ago and now he was discovering sexual urges. He was a twelve year old on the sexual scale and twice as old physically even though he was just eighteen. His rock hard body could have been on the cover of a fitness magazine.

Dan was still a geek when it came to sex and he used a roundabout way of asking me to talk about the birds and the bees—or so I assumed. Dan always showered at home so when he began to strip to join me in the basement man cave shower room I was pleasantly pleased. I designed the multi head shower room to also be a sauna and steam room. In addition I had a Jacuzzi for two which I had modified with special cycles to simulate a massage. The intensity of the massage was also adjustable as was the temperature of the water. The water would automatically cool to 99 degrees if you didn’t hit the reset. First it saved energy and second you wouldn’t parboil yourself if you fell asleep. We showered and then I turned on the steam.

 “How can you stand it?” he blurted out as we sat. “People admire your muscles. They think you are an expert in all sports. They come to your sporting goods store and ask you for advice about everything from fishing to hunting big game. They ask about bodybuilding… and relationships…” he paused. “I mean sex. People sometimes ask me about muscles and sex…”

 “Well Dan, I know a little bit about a lot of things. I had a friend who taught me how to fly fish and tie fishing flies. He also took me deep sea fishing and lake fishing. I started playing sports at five. There haven’t been many sports I haven’t played. I can skateboard but I hire people to teach it at the store. I sell safety and safety equipment and that makes people trust me,” I explained. “You need to play safe with sex too.” Dan seemed relieved that I brought it back to sex.

“I want to be safe,” he said as he began to open his towel. “Can we use the hot tub after we shower and again?” he looked up at me when I didn’t answer right away. I was looking at his soft 8 inch cock and big low hanging bull balls. “The guys at school say I’m hung,” he said as I made eye contact.

“Ye-ah!” I chuckled. He probably didn’t know what he had until he got to college. It was no wonder he wanted some advice about using his dip stick in a pussy. I turned toward the wall and started the shower because my cock began to grow at the sight of his equipment. Keeping my back to him I slipped into the Jacuzzi and hid my boner in the bubbling waters. In the Jacuzzi you can either sit facing each other or shoulder to shoulder. Dan sat shoulder to shoulder. It only took him a few seconds to move his hand over my thigh and surround my big hard shaft.

“There is this guy in school who is my mentor. He wants me to take the next step but I told him I wasn’t ready,” Dan said while moving to straddle my hips. I didn’t realize Dan had greased his ass crack with Vaseline. He wanted to fuck himself with my cock. Before I could react the head of my cock had already breached his hole and was half way buried.

“Dan!” I yelled. “Safety first!” 

“I’m a virgin… or I was until a few seconds ago.”

“You didn’t ask me if I wanted to do this.” He pulled up slightly looking hurt.

“Do you… would you fuck me?” he said still looking hurt by my objection. I grabbed his hips and thrust upward. He smiled. I guess the thought of me getting his virgin ass made me cum quicker than I normally do so after about five minutes I was filling him with cum. I was a bit disappointed but he was flying high with excitement. He stood and brought his hard cock too my lips. The way he worked my mouth told me he was no stranger to blow jobs. He knew just where his cock should be to make me swallow his whole load. He was a good kisser too.

After another quick shower we dressed and went up to the kitchen where I started to prepare a fruit and protein shake for each of us. He didn’t know it but I added some protein I produced this morning stroking my morning wood. He grabbed a spoon to taste and asked me to add another banana to make it taste better. When I finished he added some powder from a small plastic bag and mixed it in with a couple pulses.

“It is an herb that only grows near a waterfall up in the mountains near school,” he explained. I smelled the bag and it reminded me of dirt—earthy smell that also smelled musky. “It is harmless. All the guys I know add it after a workout. It never did much for me except keep me alert so I could study.”

“Years ago there were mushrooms that were commonly called shrooms, magic mushrooms, golden tops, cubes, or gold caps and they were a species of psychedelic mushroom college kids used to get high. Those are totally illegal nowadays.”

“This doesn’t get you high. Guys sauté the fresh leaves in butter and eat it for breakfast with eggs or put it on a hamburger like lettuce. They dry the herb and grind it to a powder. That is what I use. Once winter hits the herb is gone until spring. It seems it only grows in the wild.”

Dan went home and an hour later I felt jittery but energetic. That night I did a second workout and slept like a baby. In the morning I pulled out a button down shirt and it was tight in the chest. I knew it was time for some new shirts. I wore a polo shirt instead. I was energized all day long and that evening Dan came over to work out. After the shake I took Dan up to my bed and we fucked until midnight. Dan called the store and asked me to meet him at my house for lunch. I made some excuse to be out of the store.

I let him in and was in awe. He stripped off his clothes and leaned against the wall.

“I’m almost as big as my mentor at school,” Dan said in a deeper voice than he had the day before. “I’m going back to school early… today… now. My car is packed. I can’t explain this kind of growth to my parents. I wanted to warn you that this might happen to you too. I put a bunch of the powder in your shake last night,” he admitted.

“I know,” I grinned. Pulling off my shirt I flexed for Dan and he had an orgasm.

Dan hid out at my house until he really did have to go back to school and we fucked morning noon and night. I felt obligated to buy Dan some new clothes since I took his virginity and my cum activated some trigger in that innocent looking herb.

In the spring Dan called me and said the herb didn’t grow back this year. Some rock fell from the face of the waterfall which was causing the mist around the falls thereby changing the perfect environment for the herb to grow. With the mist gone the herb couldn’t grow. 

Damn I could have made a fortune using that herb.

You don’t remember how it happened, exactly. The transformation. When you think back on it, you can vaguely remember telling your roommate that you wished you could gain a little bit of muscle… 

And right around that time is when the “deep conversations” between the two of you started… 

The conversations where you began inexplicably opening up to him about how much you had envied all of the jocks in high school… How much you had always dreamed about being one of them… Even though you had always been just a scrawny, nerdy, totally unnoticeable kind of a guy…

And right around then is probably when you first started noticing the changes… Though it’s getting harder and hard for you to remember now… And it’s getting easier and easier for you to believe that you have just always been this way…

You can remember signing up for your first gym membership, at your roommate’s suggestion, of course… You can remember blowing an entire couple of paychecks on all kinds of protein powders and workout supplements… It was no matter, your roommate had told you at the time, he was going to take care of everything from here on out… Everything.. All you needed to do was just continue taking his suggestions….

You remember getting rid of your entire wardrobe… Keeping a few of your favorite t-shirts, maybe, but taking the scissors to them and cutting off the sleeves so that you could better show off your body, which seemed to be growing at an unnatural rate… Bigger and bigger every day… It was the supplements, your roommate had told you… The special supplements… just for you…

You remember getting the tattoos… the jock haircut… All of the “little details” that your roommate had insisted would help to complete your final “transformation…”

But, when you think about it, you don’t remember ever asking to be transformed… Not like this….

And yet, here you are. Transformed... Into a better version of yourself. The jock version of yourself….

What if we were born in different family? Will we become the person who we are today? I believe the answer is yes and it is proven to be true when I woke up this morning. I was born to a family of Polish immigrants, we were very poor and our father was very strict to us despite the fact that he was not played the role of the man of the house very well. My mother was his rucksack and my older brother Piotr too. Eventually I broke this devil’s chain by made it to the university, the first one in my family and then I graduated and soon find myself a job in a law firm. I wasn’t make plenty of bucks here but at least it was quite enough to be sent to my family and sustained my life here.

Years has passed and I started to realize that I wasn’t going anywhere, I was still in the same position as the first time I walked into this firm. Yes I’m financially steady but it’s due to the fact that I’m still a bachelor, I can’t start a family with monetary condition like this. My life has been pretty mundane and then I met Giselle, the daughter of my boss. She’s so pretty and somehow, she’s also attracted to me. We were dating and actually she’s very humble for a daughter of an owner of such huge law firm. She never demanded me to asked her out to those fancy bistro or restaurant and she enjoyed our picnic even though I only brought her some pierogi. She also has a job as a consultant and I can tell that she made more money than me but she never made that as a problem.

Turned out, my boss never knew that I dated his daughter and when he found out about it, he forced us to broke up because he wanted his daughter to be with someone else. She decided to do what her father exactly ordered her to do and the next day, I got promoted, heard that this was her request to her father as the requirement for her to end the relationship with me. My heart sank, I just lost the love of my life, who need a goddamn promotion? My heart sank even more when I watched this guy walked into the law firm holding Giselle’s hand. I found out that he is a doctor in the private hospital downtown. His father is a lecturer in a medical school while his mother owned a famous wedding dress boutique. Well, with such background and a family who capable to support his education, no wonder he become the man he is today. I’m pretty sure I’ll made it further in my life if I was born in a rich family who is very supportive with any decision I made and capable to financially assist me, hell yeah maybe I can become a well-known lawyer who take care of big cases and famous among the elites. But, I’m just a son of Polish immigrants that graduate from regular law school and landed myself on an average job that will lead to an average life and then I’ll end my life like average American did, either in the retirement house or left alone by my kids, if I ever get any.

But this morning, that’s not the reality. I’m no son of Polish immigrants who have a tough life to fulfill the American Dream. I’m the American Dream. Imagine how shocked I was to wake up to the body of Richard Irving, Giselle’s current lover. My memory seems adjusted to this reality and damn I’m doing so much better than the real Richard can do with his life. I’m graduated from Harvard Medical School, clearly outshining what he did with his education if we have to compare from where he graduated. I also have the memory of working as Doctors without Borders in the Middle East, Central Africa and so on before working on New York Presbyterian Hospital, one of the best hospital in The States, again, beating Richard in his own game. All of this memory overshadowed my old memory and the old one seems quite blurry, like some kind of silly dreams as I admired my gorgeous look in the mirror. Suddenly, my phone vibrates and I grab it

“Dr. Irving, you are needed in the ER, please be quick,”

“I’ll be there soon,”

Putting on my ER uniform, I take another selfie and ready to save another life today.