Jayson's World

This is my gym crush:

He's quite obviously straight so there's no hope for me but I still enjoy watching him and fantasizing. I mean, I'd pretty sure no gay guy who cared that much about his appearance would wear those shoes, right?

For several months during my gym visits we'd see each other, though I'm not sure if he even knew that I existed. We had our routines and I'd miss him on the days when he didn't come at 'our' usual time. Then I spotted something on Grindr. It was just a headless torso but I knew it was him! My heart fluttered. Could this be true? Was it just a catfish? I clicked into his profile and then my heart sank once again as I read his profile and realized I stood no chance with him: "FTM only".

A few days later though, I was in the gym doing my usual thing and I saw him coming in my direction. I pretended not to see him but then he came right up to the machine I was using. Inside, I panicked. Was I doing something wrong? Did I have something on my face? All these questions ran through my head.

"How many sets do you have left?" he asked in his deep, smooth voice.

In a slight panic, I quickly replied "Just finished!" and started to get up and grab my towel. Then he laid one of his meaty hands on my shoulder and pushed me back into the seat.

"No rush." He looked at me and a wry smile appeared. Silence reigned for a few seconds before he sparked up a conversation. "I've seen you watching me, you know. You're not as subtle as you think." I must have gone bright red at this point. "And I've seen you keep looking at my Grindr profile." So it was him! He left the silence a little longer. "You're not my type, but if you could be, would you?"

Seeing him up close next to me, his veins bulging all over his shoulders, his tshirt sticking to his skin, a heady mix of deoderant and musk wafting in my direction - I must have lost my mind. I nodded gently. "Great, let's get out of here."

Long story short: His regular long-term guy at the time had some commitment issues and was not putting out, but he was still totally fixated on him and wanted more. And when he wanted something, he got it. And so, I could be with him if I swapped bodies with this other dude and that dude could be a cis-male and get a dick like he'd always wanted. Seemed like a win-win! So...yeah, this is me now:

My original body was pretty average previously but that was not an issue for the other guy apparently because he was ecstatic just to have a cock. I, on the other hand, didn't anymore and boy that wasn't the only shock. I was probably about 15cm shorter now that I was before. Which means Edgar (as he's called) now towers over me and I'm barely at nipple height next to him.

It's so weird not having a dick. Like, even when I'm fully dressed I feel naked somehow. Not sure how to describe it. Clothes definitely fit differently now too, but now I'm with Edgar, it's the least of my worries.

If anything, Edgar is even hotter now than before. From my new shorter perspective, he's even bigger which drives my wild. I love getting to touch his body and he loves me doing it. And his dick... wow. Part of me is jealous of his dick now that I don't have one but that makes me want it all the more. I'm obsessed with it and I think he knows it. He loves taunting me for having a pussy and likes to remind me at every opportunity. I love seeing the playful side of him and being the focus of his attention for once! He knows exactly what to do with his hands and dick to make this body go wild. He's a real pro to be honest. And the best part? I get to wake up to this hunk every morning!

"Dude, Steve's dad is fuckin' nuts."

"Think I don't know that, bro?"

"Not sure the beers are worth it, man. Seriously."

The heavy clack of a dropped pipe wrench followed by a string of muffled expletives made both young men snicker. When Liam and John signed up to help Steve move into his new rental, they expected heavy lifting, not an absolute gauntlet. Steve's father, Mr. Richards, was a certified, old-school hard-ass.

"What're you boys laughin' at?"

The booming voice of Mr. Richards cut through the dusty air of the living room. He stepped into the doorway, framing a physique built like a seasoned workhorse. The man practically oozed discipline, sweat, and sawdust. He was always going on about the pride of the construction crew, how it was a real man’s job, and how he wished Steve would show at least half that grit. To him, Liam and John were just "good-for-nothin'" distractions diluting his son's potential.

"Spendin' all your time laughin' it up," the older man barked, glaring at them with hardened eyes. "You pretty boys are useless. Always jokin' around. Can't take a single damn thing seriously."

"All due respect, sir, we're just here to help our friend," Liam said, straightening his posture. John nodded in solidarity, both of them standing tall to prove their loyalty to Steve.

Mr. Richards’ eyes flashed with a sudden, unsettling intensity. "Help him? Oh, I know jus' the way."

Before either could react, Mr. Richards moved with a terrifying, explosive speed that completely defied his age. His calloused hands clamped onto their arms, violently pulling the two young men together.

"What the fuck?!" John yelled.

"Shit dude, let go!" Liam wrestled to break free, but the moment their skin collided, a bizarre, visceral heat flared at the point of contact.

Their arms didn't just touch... they melted. The skin fused, the underlying muscles twisting and braiding together, expanding exponentially as their shared mass coalesced. Youthful, smooth skin rapidly thickened, weathering into a sun-baked, rugged texture right before their eyes.

"Dude! Get off me! Stop pushing!" Liam panicked, his voice cracking.

"I'm trying! I can't move my arm!" John screamed.

Mr. Richards simply grinned, watching as the anomalous reaction rippled through their clothes, shredding the fabric until they were entirely exposed. In a desperate bid to separate, Liam shoved against John’s chest, while John raised his other arm to defend himself. The moment their hands collided, the phenomenon struck again. Their limbs fused into a second massive, heavy arm, padded with thick muscle and dense labor-ready bulk.

Terrified, Liam slipped on the hardwood floor, pulling them both down. He landed hard on his back with John pressed tightly against his front. They hit the floor with a heavy thud, gasping for air.

"You're each worth about half a man from my crew," Mr. Richards smirked, looming over them like a foreman inspecting raw materials. "And two halves equal one whole."

A sudden, overwhelming wave of intense, heavy pleasure spiked through them as their lower halves collided. Liam and John both let out a strangled groan as their groins began to merge. Their cocks melting into each other, settling into a thick, heavy shaft took shape above two massive bull nuts. The cool draft left their new manhood throbbing, threatening to shatter their panicked minds.

"Oh fuck... what is this..." Liam moaned against his will, his thoughts fracturing.

"Feels so heavy..." John gasped, biting his lip as their hips melded seamlessly, reshaping into a wide, immensely thick set of glutes: a solid, powerful dump truck of an ass forged from dense muscle and heavy fat.

As they bucked against the floor in a daze of sensory overload, the transformation surged downward. Their legs collided and fused into pillars of pure power. Thick, hairy thighs took shape in seconds, their calves bulging and their feet stretching into a pair of size 13 giants. They flexed their heavy, calloused toes against the floorboards as the raw, unbridled pleasure continued to reshape their biology.

"Look at that," Mr. Richards chuckled, leaning down to firmly grip their newly formed manhood. "Feels good, don't it? Becomin' somethin' better. I always treat the boys on my site right."

The dual consciousness inside the collapsing minds of Liam and John whimpered. They closed their eyes tight, desperately trying to stifle the embarrassing, breathless sounds escaping their throats. But Mr. Richards wasn't done. He forcefully pressed Liam's upper torso deeper into John’s.

"There we go, nice and easy."

Both young men had prided themselves on their gym routines: lean abs, cardio endurance, and neat definitions. But as their torsos violently slammed together, the superficial fitness vanished. An intense pressure replaced the pleasure as their midsections expanded outward. Layer after layer of dense, heavy muscle packed itself around their shared spine, immediately followed by a thick, proud layer of solid beer-gut fat.

"Fuck, stop! Please!"

"I can't take it...!"

Mr. Richards just rolled his eyes, stroking them rhythmically to keep their minds compliant. A massive, proud muscle gut finalized its shape, heavily blanketed by a dense forest of dark chest hair and a thick treasure trail.

“That’s the stuff.” Mr. Richard’s muttered running his other hand along their hairy stomach, “Real men ain’t smooth.”

The transformation climbed into their chests. Their pectorals collided and swelled dramatically, expanding into two heavy, dense slabs of rock-hard muscle and jiggling fat that rested heavily atop their new gut. It was meatier and wider than anything either youth had ever possessed, completely covered in a rugged mat of coarse hair.

"You're lookin' good," Mr. Richards praised, his voice echoing in their ears. "So close, boys. Well, shouldn't really call you 'boys' anymore."

Everything from the neck down was now a singular, towering, powerhouse of a man. Only their two distinct heads remained, frantically looking at one another in sheer terror.

"Wh-what are you doing to us...?"

"Please, just turn us back..."

"No tears now, c'mon," Mr. Richards smirked, reaching up to pinch one of their heavy, shared nipples. A sharp, shameful moan erupted from both mouths simultaneously. "You're about to be a real man for the first time in your sorry lives. And when I'm done, you'll never know anythin' different."

"Wait! Don't!"

Mr. Richards grabbed both of their heads and forced them together.

A final, muffled cry filled the room as their facial structures dissolved into one another. Their youthful features melted away; their hair fell out completely, leaving a smooth, bald head. The nose widened and flattened into a rugged profile, while a dense, perfectly trimmed beard sprouted across a heavy, square jawline. Youthful eyes shifted, taking on the heavy, weathered look of a man who had spent forty years working under the blistering sun. Their neck thickened into a massive column of muscle, and their skin darkened into a leathery, tanned complexion.

Then, absolute silence fell over the room.

The only sound was the deep, heavy breathing of the massive, lumbering man sitting on the floor, sweat glistening across his newly forged muscles, thick hair, and heavy gut.

Mr. Richards smirked, placing a heavy hand on the bald head. "How's it feel, Chuck?"

The name echoed through the shambles of what used to be Liam and John. Their old memories were scattered, disorganized, and rapidly fading into irrelevance. Who were they? It didn't matter. Chuck was here now. Chuck was strong. Chuck was a real man. He knew exactly who he was. A stupid, satisfied grin spread across his heavy, bearded face.

"Fuck, boss..." Chuck's new, booming baritone voice rumbled in his chest, a sound that made Mr. Richards smile with professional pride. "Can you finish me off?"

"Not until you finish the job," Mr. Richards said, letting go of Chuck's manhood and stepping back. "Got it?"

"Guess that's fair." Chuck grunted, easily pushing his massive, heavy frame off the floor with his bulky arms. "Alright, let's get to it."

Chuck moved with absolute efficiency. He carried three times the weight Liam and John ever could, moving boxes and heavy furniture like they were made of cardboard. He was a real man, and real men knew that if you wanted your reward, you had to put in the honest work first.

As he hauled a massive oak dresser toward the master bedroom, the front door clicked open. Steve walked in, holding a cold twenty-four pack of beer. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at the towering, bald, bearded laborer.

"Oh, hey... are you one of my dad's friends?" Steve asked, blinking in confusion. "I'm Steve."

"Chuck," the big man rumbled, offering a brief, respectful nod.

"Thanks for coming by to help," Steve said, looking around the room with a puzzled frown. "Uh... have you seen my friends? Liam and John? I finally brought the beers."

Chuck looked down at the cold cases, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his rugged face.

"Can't say I have," Chuck rumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from his thick brow. "But I'll definitely take one of them beers."

“Are you sure this will work?” Randy nervously asked as he attached the diodes to Jeff’s chest.

The grad student nodded. “Of course,” he answered confidently. “I’ve done all the calculations and have downloaded all the necessary data. I can use it all to transform this…” He gestured downwards at this chubby body that was topped with a sizable gut that had a large set of moobs resting on it… “…to that.” He then pointed at the computer screen of the muscle hunk who was looking like a natural bodybuilder, except that his ass was slightly bigger than most guys’.

Randy bit down on his lower lip as he finished attaching his friend to the machine. “I guess if you’re sure,” he muttered. “I mean, you could just try the Disney way and find someone who’ll like you for you… or eat some carrots.”

Jeff rolled his eyes at the skinny nerdy guy. “Dude,” he huffed, “no chick wants to fuck the fat guy, and it’ll take me years to turn all this flub into muscles. This is the better way, trust me.”

“I guess…” Randy mumbled, sounding disbelieving as he walked over to the computer that had the picture of the stud on it. “Let me know when.”

Jeff took a deep breath and braced himself. “Do it!” he shouted, balling up his fists in anticipation.

Randy typed in a code and there was a loud hum that sounded out in the small room, lights flickering from the computer and traveling along the diodes over to the waiting chubby man.

Jeff tensed up as soon as the lights hit him. His fat deposits jiggled as he spasmed and he could feel his entire body vibrate as the machine did its work. He looked down at himself expectantly, smiling widely with excited shock as he noticed his gut starting to shudder and pull inwards.

“It’s working!” he beamed, noting the deeper quality to his voice.

All the while Randy stayed positioned behind the computer, keeping a cautious eye on his changing friend.

Jeff’s legs seemingly shrank in width, all of the fat pulling away and leaving behind the toned muscle that had been underneath it. His gut continued to disappear until his abs popped behind his skin that started to take on a tan quality. His moobs morphed into a set of chiseled pecs that no longer sagged, but instead jutted off his chest. Love handles melted away, and his double chin shrank to reveal a square jaw. Once all the fat had disappeared from Jeff’s frame, the changing man was pumped to see his muscles starting to take on size. His legs packed on hard meat, this thighs widening as he felt his ass starting to inflate outwards from his backside. He witnessed his biceps blowing up as his pecs followed suit. The muscled mounds on his chest began to jut out even more from his chest and rounded out to resemble something more akin to muscletits than pecs.

“Um, I’m n-not sure they’re still supposed to be growing like this!” Jeff began to panic as he witnessed his pecs continuing to inflate. His feet shuffled nervously and he winced as his bubblebutt jiggled behind him, and the new stud glanced over his shoulder to witness his ass comically rounding out to look like a pair of beach balls. He reached behind himself to grab at it, an electric shock rippling throughout his core, making him spasm and moan wildly.

Something was going wrong. Jeff’s pecs and ass were not supposed to wind up this big, nor were they supposed to be this sensitive. In his panic, he gripped at his bouncing muscletits and was horrified to feel the same sexual pleasure that emanated from his overly inflated features.

“T-turn it off!” he shouted at Randy, who frantically began to type away at the computer.

The humming stopped and Jeff ripped the diodes away from his curvy, himbo body. His heart fell as he caught sight of his reflection. All of his fat was gone, sure, however he looked utterly ridiculous. His massive muscles were overtaken by his hyperbolic pecs and giant bubblebutt that made him look like some fetish drawing. Worse was that he was rock hard, his much larger cock that was now about ten inches, jutting straight out in front of him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t enjoy it because no matter how much he grabbed it, it failed to produce anything close to the pleasurable tidal waves that his muscletits or bubblebutt did, rendering it virtually useless.

“Something went wrong!” Jeff cried, rushing over to the computer, cringing as he pecs and ass bounced with every hurried step he took. “I shouldn’t be looking like this! What happened to the guy in the photo?!”

Randy typed away and did a quick search before he paled, looking up at the new himbo before him. “Um,” he muttered, “we used the data from the actual model, not the picture.”

“And?”

“And apparently he’s a gay porn star who specializes in pec play and bottoming… and he’s had lots of work down to accentuate those features.”

Jeff felt his heart race wildly at the thought of being stuck in the body of some gay porn star. All he’d wanted to do was lose weight, he didn’t want to be some pec-loving gay guy! “What should we do!?” he worriedly cried, frustrated that even the air from the A/C brushing against his bare pecs was turning him on.

Randy slowly walked over and ran a thin hand over Jeff’s bulging pecs, making the other man shudder and his cock twitch with want. “If it’s any consolation,” he smiled, “I think you look really hot.”

“What are you doing?” Jeff panted, completely humiliated by the sensations he was feeling, but too turned on to do anything about it. He unconsciously thrusted his chest outwards to feel more of his friend’s hands. It took him a second to even register that he’d reached back and had began to fondle his own massive asscheeks, moaning loudly at the dual sensations. This wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out. All he’d wanted to do was lose weight and look like a total muscle hunk to get any girl he wanted. Instead he was some curvy muscleslut who begged for other men to fondle his muscletits or play with his bubblebutt. He was humiliated over what his life had become, but he couldn’t stop the loud moans that escaped his mouth.

Story for @irishbearguy sorry for the wait.

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Scott Kelly was nervous, which was uncommon for the high-school jock

Scott should be pretty happy. Quarterback for the championing football team, sponsors looking left and right to offer scholarship to the best universities in the country, cheerleaders swooning over his every step.

Scott’s life should be pretty fucking great. Every week it was nothing but partying, banging girls and drinking beer.

That is… maybe not the last one.

Rumours had spread about a doctor coming in from the NFL to check out the leading teams in the country to make sure they weren’t juicing or anything else. “Anything else” being things that could compromise their image, like drinking alcohol.

That morning Scott ran laps around his neighbourhood and chugged as many smoothies as he could to work away the pounding behind his eyes after spending the previous evening in a drunken stupor.

It was 7:30am on a Monday. Normally he would still be asleep for at least another hour but the assistant coach, Mr Jackson, demanded he be at his office to receive his tests. What those tests were however was unknown.

Scott pulled into the school parking lot, grabbed his bag and walked through the empty halls to find Mr Jackson’s office.

He knocked once, twice before the door swung open. A short, stocky man stood before him at least a head shorter but far far wider. He had a short buzzcut of jet black hair that turned grey at the temples and a matching beard. His firm, bouncy pecs sat atop a gut that was equal parts muscle and fat. His shoulders rounded out into twin cannonballs with equally impressive melon biceps, vascular forearms and large hands all covered in that same jet black hair. Below the belt were a set of powerful thighs and calves leading down to size 12 feet.

The man was dressed in a tight fitting dark blue Lycra shirt that only accentuated the swell of his upper body, a pair of grey running shorts lay below seemingly straining against something. 

He looked up, grinning. “Ah Scotty! Here right on time! I thought you’d still be asleep.” he said jollily.

“I would be if it wasn’t for these tests.” Scott replied placing his bag at the door.

“Well it’s good you made it here now. The doctor is waiting for ya.” Mr Jackson said with a clap to the boys back pointing to a door to the left. It led to the locker rooms so the coaches could shower after practice and change in the privacy of their own office.

Scott walked in, turning the corner to be met with a man sitting on one of the benches. He smiled and stood, his head came above Scott’s and his teeth were gleaming white. The figure reached his hand out, the meaty palm led up to a veiny forearm and a massive shoulder. His impressive pec cleavage was visible through the v-neck cut of his polo shirt. “You must be Scott Kelly. I’m Doctor Andrew Cobalt.”

Scott wasn’t gonna make his first impression one to regret. he took Doctor Andrew’s hand in his and shook it firmly before releasing.

“Strong grip there son.” Doctor Andrew said. His voice the kind of charismatic tenor you’d hear on an infomercial. “Now you understand why you’re here?”

Scott nodded. “Yeah, for some tests? The NRL want to take a look at the top performing high-school team right?” he asked. Doctor Andrew nodded, leaning into a black case and pulling out some documents. 

“That’s correct. Now I have to ask you some questions alright?” Scott nodded his head, sitting on the bench. 

“Your name is Scott Cooper Kelly?” A nod.

“You’re 18 years of age?” Another nod.

“6ft 2in tall? 195lb? 9.5 percent body fat?” All met with more nods or hums of approval.

Doctor Andrew smiled and placed the folders back in his bag, instead taking out a small vial and a syringe.

“Irish descent?” he asked. Scott was confused for a moment. “Uh yes by heritage.” 

“I could tell before you even had to answer.” he replied. Scott scratched the back of his head, the bright red locks being the dead giveaway.

“Now Scott this is a solution to raise your heart rate to check for abnormalities. A side effect however will be sweating. A lot. It would be advised for you to get undressed for this.” The doctor said as if it was a casual statement.

Scott flushed. “Uh, uh y-yeah sure.” He stripped off his jacket, shirt and shorts as well as his shoes and socks. His freckled skin on display.

The man in front of him smiled and filled the syringe with the clear fluid. “Now you may feel a slight pinch.” he advised.

Scott relaxed his arm as the chemical was slowly pushed into his upper left arm. Immediately Scot began to feel the effects. His heart rate increased and it was as if someone opened the flood gates to every pore in his body. He was sweating bullets.

Scott wiped his brow. “Uh doc is this stuff meant to be so uh… effective?” He asked. “Cause this stuff is- ugh!” Scott began before he doubled over clutching his stomach.

His abs clenched and relaxed over and over. At the same time a pressure was building behind the pain; when Scott looked down and loosened his grip be could see his stomach pulse with each heartbeat, distending outwards while the image of his hard abs stayed on the surface. Shocked, he palmed the flesh. A massive belly pushed outwards, firm with muscle.

“What the-” the man tried to say when he felt a lurch come from his chest. The two firm slabs of flesh began pulsing just as his stomach did. They jiggled and bounced, gaining weight and mass through each thundering heartbeat. His nipples grew fatter and harder, becoming two sensitive buds pointing downward on an impressive set of pec cleavage. 

Scott was furious. “You! The fuck have you done to me! I’ll- ugh!” 

The boy tried to retaliate before his shoulders and back suddenly shot out horizontally, packing on muscle.

“Well the NFL has seen a recent decrease in volunteers in coaching positions. Let’s face it kid, there’s a hundred of you out there but not many like your buddy in the next room with that kind of experience.”

Scott’s shoulders rounded into twin canonballs, his arms inflating against his pec shelf and his hands becoming thick and meaty, calloused from years of catching balls.

“The NFL decided that we’d take a look at some prospective young athletes and give them a little shove into manhood so they can train up their buddies. A really effacement system.”

Legs corded with muscle expanded into two Christmas hams, diamond shaped calves covered in a thick sturdy layer of meat that would put an Olympic athlete to shame and his feet pulsed, slapping the ground with every step. The boys growing weight only adding to their impact.

“And look at you, so much sexier as a man than a boy.” Doctor Andrew said, turning the unbalanced body around just in time to see his ass inflate. Two tight muscular cheeks ballooned. They wobbled seductively as the doctor parted them, taking in the sight of a winking rosebud begging for a hot cock to open it wide. The force of the expansion completely decimating the backs of the former jock’s underwear leaving him in a sort of pseudo jockstrap.

Scott’s teeth clenched hard as a shock of pleasure coursed through his body, the hot wet feeling of a thick tongue pressed itself over and over against his new daddy hole. 

“Fuck. I could eat this all day but it looks like we’ve kept your friend waiting for way too long.’

Scott barely registered the comment, lazily turning his head to the now open locker room door. There stood Mr Jackson with a hardon leaking through and staining his grey shorts.

“Holy shit.” he murmured. The stocky man stepped forward and turned Scott to face him. The mans face sat neatly between Scott’s pecs as he licked his lips. “Shit Scotty. I- I knew you’d be big but fuck! Didn’t think you’d be this sexy.”

The doctor interrupted. “It isn’t over yet. We need your help stimulating some extra muscles.” He said with a wink, pushing his face back between Scott’s massive ass cheeks.

Mr Jackson got the hint, dropping down to the almost fully shredded underwear and tearing off the fabric. Scott felt a warm mouth encircle his member, the intense heat sending shocks up his spine. At the same time, his hole was assaulted, 

Scott’s mouth was blown wide as he was bombarded by pleasure. His cock and balls ached and throbbed, pulsing bigger and bigger. His balls stopped lower and swelled more and more as they released buckets of testosterone into the new daddy’s system.

Scott’s body began to grow a layer of ginger hair quickly, from his pubes outwards nowhere was safe from the pumpkin colored fur. Speaking of pumpkins, Doctor Andrew was having the time of his life licking, tonguing and sucking the studly man hole only getting puffier and more sensitive the longer he ate it. 

Mr Jackson felt the urge to gag as the boys cock pulsed thicker in his mouth, stretching his lips wide as it grew to beercan thickness. Then it pushed further in, deeper down until all twelve inches of fat alpha cock was all he could taste.

The boys neck thickened and voice deepened as his face began changing shape. His already short hairline receded as his jaw widened and chiseled. Orange stubble began to cover his face, thickening into a beard as his balls drew up and his thick cum churned in his balls. There was a pressure behind Scott’s eyes, a headache forming tat only grew stronger with each gurgle around his cock and prod of the tongue at his hole. 

Memories of his time spent with girls were replaced with his now husband Jackson, balls deep in his juicy ass and riding the man until he blew deep in his greedy hole. Sitting on the many faces of young jock studs, sucking the sperm out if their all too eager cocks and letting them fuck him till they passed out  became his joy, his pride. As long as his players could give him what he wants, he’ll make sure they don’t go under. 

Scott grunted and growled as he neared the edge, cock throbbing an angry red. “Shit! Fuck I’m gonna-” 

He was cut short as he erupted, thick, creamy cum filled Mr Jackson’s gullet and pushed up into his cheeks as it flowed hot as lava. With it, the memories of being anything but a loving husband and a good lay with all his top jocks.

Doctor Andrew pulled off, quickly collecting his things in his bag as the two men calmed down. Scott turned to him.

“Hey, thanks for the help there Doc, I was pent up.” Doctor Andrew laughed. 

“It’s no problem, anything for the top high school coach, I can say with certainty that you’re fit as a fiddle.”

“That’ great! You sure you don’t want us to finish you off?” Scott asked pointing to the mans heavy bulge in his pants.

“No no, I’ll be fine. I’ve got appointments to go to after all.”

The man nodded, helping his gasping husband stand and give him a bruising kiss.

Slowly, you began to stir awake as the sun started to shine through your bedroom blinds. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, noting that your arm felt a little heavier than normal and that there seemed to be an immense weight atop your chest.

"What the...?" you grunted, pausing when you heard the deeper baritone to your voice. Your eyes shot open and the first thing you noticed were the large, muscle mountains attached to your chest.

Gasping, you shot upwards and looked down at your inflated, hairy pecs that were at least four times as big as they should've been, looking ridiculously round as they protruded off your bulky chest. In fact, your entire body appeared to have packed on more muscle. Your arms were huge and exuded masculine power and you could make out how thick and powerful your legs were from underneath the covers. However, all of those muscle groups paled in comparison to your inflated muscletits that were so enormous and capped with the nubbiest nipples you've ever seen.

"What is this-- uuughhh!" you moaned loudly as you prodded your pecs with a shaking finger, your whole body spasming at the surge of pleasure that rippled throughout you and made you rock hard, harder than you've ever been before in your life. As you panted and struggled to catch your breath, you could see in the bedroom mirror that your face looked older too. You clocked yourself to be in your mid-forties with the beginnings of wrinkles around your gruff face and the flecks of gray starting to appear in your thick hair. Speaking of which, your body was covered in hair, giving you a top-heavy daddy physique.

You were so busy examining your older, beefier body that you didn't notice the shuffling under the covers beside you.

"Up already, Daddy?" came a guy's voice. Out from under the covers popped out a younger guy, who was around the age you should've been. He was slender and youthful, and the more you stared at him, the more turned on you were.

Ricky, that was the boy's name, you somehow knew. You struggled to come up with an excuse to explain your weirdness, knowing that the stranger who you instinctively knew was your much younger husband, wouldn't believe that you went to bed a slender 23 year old and woke up as a 48 year old daddy with massive, sensitive muscletits.

"Uhh..." you mumbled, blushing.

Ricky smirked and sat up. "I think I know what you need," he teased, reaching up to run his finger through the hair covering your inflated pecs.

Your head rolled back and you couldn't suppress the loud moan at the feeling of your hypersensitive pecs being caressed, which was only magnified by the thick forest of chest hair covering them. You were lost in the pleasurable haze that you barely registered that Ricky had climbed up to straddle your torso, his hard cock getting closer to you.

"OoOOhhh!" you howled like crazy when the younger man slid his hard cock into the deep crevice of your muscletits. The feeling of another man's cock between your pecs was the greatest pleasure you've ever experienced-- everything else was nothing. Your howl turned into a slutty shriek when he reached up and yanked on your nubby nipples, your practically useless cock spurting out cum.

Ricky spasmed and came, his load landing all over your older face.

The two of you laid side by side, panting. Your muscled chest heaved as you caught your breath, and you held the younger man closer to you, your perpetually erect nipples burning with want. You didn't know how it happened, but you were already loving your new life as a muscle daddy with massive pecs who got pecfucked on the daily by his younger husband.

"Ready for Round Two?" Ricky giggled, flicking your nipple.

You could only moan in response.

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Tyson was a uni drop out, nothing special about him other than his pretty face and dedication to his diet. He had no real hobbies and no real friends. The only reason people paid him any real attention was because of his body. However guys got pretty turned off after a one night stand with him when they'd wake up and Tyson would have written them critiques about how to improve their bodies and performance in the bedroom.

Tyson was the worst kind of gym bro, not because he had no real personality, but because he was an asshole with no real personality, in fact when he wasn't coming home from the gym, taking selfies in the mirror or scrolling on grinder for someone to bounce on his waist he spent a large portion of his time staring in the mirror admiring his own perfection.

"fuck yeah, I'm probably the hottest guy alive" he'd say as he rubbed his own crotch.

His arrogant attitude had essentially transformed him into a self obsessed autosexual, whilst he enjoyed sex and having a guy put in all the work whilst he laid back in pleasure he still preferred a night to himself and his mirror.

Tyson flexed his arm one last time, admiring the perfection before him before he turned off his alarm and got up to go to the gym.

"well, I'll see you when I get home handsome" he said winking at his own reflection and snapping his underwear band.

He threw on the folded red tank top and black gym shorts he had lying on his dresser, the ones he had steamed the night before. As he walked out the door he picked up his glass from his morning water and placed it neatly in the dishwasher before turning it on and leaving for the gym.

Upon arriving at the gym Tyson walked into the welcome area where he found 3 tall bodybuilders lined up at the key scanner. Tyson rolled his eyes and tried to avoid contact with them, he hated those freaks. The guys who willingly chose to inflate themselves with disgusting amounts of muscle. Who could barely fit in their cars and he huffed and sweat like bovine beasts when they got on the treadmill.

Tyson quickly got impatient and began tapping his foot as the 3 meatheads were holding up the line.

"are you beasts gonna scan in or am I just waiting here all day"

The three turned their heads to them almost in unison

"yoo you think we are beasts huhu" one flexed his enormous bicep that dwarfed Tyson's head

"hey Ty, what up lil dude. Wanna hit bench with us today? we we can help you grow that chest"

Tyson was disgusted at the thought of working out with the three of them and smelling their terrible stench or listening to them heaving for air.

"no thanks, its hard to improve upon perfection" Tyson said with a smirk

"aw come on dude, you can always improve and get bigger, you aint even close to your limit"

"and I dont want to be" Tyson said with a disgusted frown and one raised eyebrow

There was a loud ding and the three bodybuilders began waddling and shuffling their way through the electronic gate into the gym, having to turn sideways slightly to get their hulking frames in the turn gate.

"This is what I mean" laughed Tyson

"haha, can't blame us for being absolute units man"

"But doesn't it annoy the fuck out of you being like that?"

"no way bro, being this big is fucking awesome"

the three bodybuilders all began laughing and flexing

"I'm sorry I really dont see how turning myself into a...freak would be awesome"

There was a dead silence as the three bodybuilders stopped laughing and turned to him.

"that's a bit of a harsh word bro"

"yeah man don't diss the hobby coz you aint into it"

Tyson smirked flicking as he polished his fitness watch with the edge of his jumper "dude I dont think anyone is into it"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"umm being so big you have no style because you cant fit into anything, constantly covered in sweat marks, you reek after just a few minutes of exercise, you gulp down water like an elephant who hasn't drunk in a year, can barely fit in your cars and take up so much space, plus I like when guys find me attractive and aren't grossed out by my monstrous body" Tyson turned his back placing his gym bag in the locker completely unaware that the three men he had just insulted looked so red their heads could pop with anger.

"I'LL LET YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND LOOOOVVVEEESSS MY SIZE" the bodybuilder in the middle yelled through his teeth

"whoooaa jayce" the two others said in unison as they grabbed him by the chest and stopped him taking a step forward

"don't shoot the messenger buddy but Im pretty sure your husband wouldn't be disappointed if you lost 30-40lsb of muscle, pretty sure he'd enjoy date night without sitting across from a behemoth stuffing himself so full of protein like a slob"

Jayce threw his arms up in the air and pushed his two friends off of him turning around and walking away.

Tyson ignored the interaction implying pulling his towel and drink bottle out of his gym bag.

"You know what you need Ty..."

"and what's that Mark?" Tyson tiredly asked rolling his eyes

"A real good bulk, make ya real big, that'll change your mind" Mark smirked looking at his friend who was smiling back.

"whatever" Tyson groaned as he walked off into the gym.

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A few hours had passed and Tyson was in the changing room admiring himself after his workout. It was enough to pump him to that perfect spot where he looked just slightly bigger and was a little sore, but not enough to make him sweat or stimulate the sort of growth a lot of gym guys were after.

Tyson flexed one bicep and ran his other hand down his thigh feeling himself get hard.

"Oh yeah handsome, just wait till I get you in my bed" He smirked at his own reflection.

Just then he heard the sound to the changing rooms open, his hand quickly shot up from his thigh, not wanting anyone to see his moment of lust.

He watched in the mirror as Jayce rounded the corner, his massive and wide shoulders causing him to bump into subway tiled wall. A massive smile lit up on Jayce's face as he saw Tyson standing there.

"Yep" Jayce yelled out

Dylan quickly followed behind and began walking towards Tyson, not that he thought much of it.

"Grab his left Dylan?"

"No worried Jayce"

Tyson was shocked as the two hulking bodybuilders suddenly grabbed hold of his arms and used what felt like all of their strength to sandwich him between them.

"h-HEY WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF" Tyson struggled and squirmed to get out of there grip but it felt like he was being pressed between two stone walls, he was unable to do anything other than pathetically kick his legs.

Just then Tyson heard the door to the changing rooms lock as Mark rounded the corner.

"Mark!, tell your fucking boys to let me go!"

The three bodybuilder's laughed as Mark walked closer holding a strange metal container in his hand that resembled a protein shaker.

"Hey lil dude" Said Mark with a big smirk across his face

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THREE WANT" Tyson snapped.

"to prove you wrong man" Jayce whispered

'w-what" Tyson continued to flounder and squirm to no avail

"you said being a bodybuilder sucked, well we are gonna prove you wrong" Dylan smirked tightly squeezing Tyson's arms

"h-how, Im not gonna start bodybuilding because you three threaten me"

"oh there is no threat bud, we have got something we want to try but dont know about the side effects wanna test it"

"ARE YOU GONNA JAB MY ASS FULL OF ROIDS" Tyson squeaked pathetically

"no dude, of course not" Said Mark

"we already know the side effects to roids" laughed Jayce

Mark grabbed onto Tyson's perfect hair and forcefully pulled his head back, Tyson couldn't see but he felt Jayce wrap his giant muscular arm around his pinning his between Jayce's bulky bicep and forearm and grabbing his cheeks forcing his jaw open.

"bottoms up pretty boy" Mark said as he flicked the cap off the contained with his thumb and shoved the mouth piece into Tyson's mouth.

"MMMMM -MMMM -MMMMMMM!!!!!!" Tyson tried to yell but his mouth was full of a strange thick liquid.

Mark dropped the contained and grabbed Tyson's nose still forcing the container to his lips

"gotta drink if you wanna breathe buddy"

Tyson couldn't hold it any longer

GULP...GULP...GULP.....GULP

Tyson sucked down what was in his mouth and what continued to pour from the container, when the last drop was drunk and all he could taste was air the three bodybuilders all let go in unison and Tyson dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"How long does it take to work Mark?"

"errr container says a few minutes for a start and a week for full effects"

Tyson couldn't concentrate on what the three were talking about, his body began to feel like it was being super heated, like his muscles and bones were being fried into pudy.

Tyson's hand began to tremble, as he looked at it pressed against the cold tiled floor he noticed his thumb enlarging, getting longer and thicker, it spread to all his fingers and his hand, at first he thought it was an allergic reaction but it wasn't puffy or fat, it was hard solid and defined, like all the muscles in his hands were suddenly expanding, he watched as his handed swelled up to the size of dinner plates as veins in his arms and forearms pumped in sync with his heart beat.

His forearms stared growing outwards and he felt his already tight and pumped biceps ache as they swelled even bigger. Seeing his reflection in the mirror he looked like a bad art project as different parts of his body were swelling with size and different times, his shoulders got wider as his calves got bigger, his pecs inflated as his feet grew out of his shoes, his abs bloated into a semi roid gut as his quads quickly filled with blood, and his ass pumped up into a big meaty globe as his traps crept up his back swallowing his necks.

after just a few minutes the three bodybuilders were stunned looking down at the sweaty bulky mess that was Tyson on the floor of the changing room.

Tyson had watched the whole thing in the mirror but still he couldn't recognise himself, what had happened, what they did to him.

He looked like one of them, a bodybuilder.

"w-what did you do to me" Tyson moaned, out of breath and out of energy

"damn, he got huge so quick, and he still has a week to go?"

"please, no, no bigger, turn me back"

the three bodybuilders began to have a conversation around Tyson like he wasn't even there as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. A few minutes passed and Tyson finally stood up. He felt uncomfortable, muscles he didn't even know where near each other rubbed up against each other like every aspect of his body was fighting for space.

Tyson looked at himself horrified in the mirror at the big bulky freak he had become.

"oh fuck..m..my perfect body" he turned to the three men behind him "please, please you gotta turn me back"

"you still got a week of growin left bud" Mark replied

"PLEASE I CAN'T GET BIGGER"

Jayce smirked trying to contain his laughter

"Look dude, we said we were gonna show you how being a bodybuilder is awesome, let it go for a week and we'll check back in and if you still hate it, we'll turn you back"

Tyson turned back to his reflection and flexed, freaked out by his bicep being larger than his own head.

"see, its already awesome, see you later dude"

The three bodybuilders started walking out of the changing room

"no WAIT!!"

Tyson ran over to his bag feeling the weight of his new body with every step and feeling his hard muscles bounce. He leant over and swung his bag over his shoulder. He watched as the door closed behind the three and he ran to catch up. Every step was a chore, it was like an entire workout for just one leg to hold up the weight of his new massive body.

By the time he reached the door Tyson doubled over gasping for air, he placed his giant meaty hand on the wall and slid down the the floor, he had only run a few feet but it felt like he had just done and three hours of cardio without a break, he felt the sweat running down his back and struggled to come up with a reason anyone would want to be this big, why guys would dedicate their lives to become titans.

it took 15 minutes, for Tyson to catch his breath and stand up again and by the time that happened the three he was after were already gone, he walked through the gym defeated hoping nobody would recognise him. He made it to the turn gate and as he went to go through he felt a hard pressing against his shoulders. Not at all used to his new size Tyson hadn't adjusted the angle that he approached the gate and found himself stuck between the two steel bars. Tyson pushed with his back leg but didn't realise the power behind his colossal quads as he easily pushed himself out but he couldn't stop the moment and he came tumbling forward face first onto the floor in front and multiple gym attendants.

"woah, you okay big guy" one of them asked,

Tyson looked up and saw the other two doing their best not to laugh.

"yeah I'm fine!" Tyson tried to get up as fast as he could but the sheer weight of his frame meant it was an awkward step by step process that took almost a whole minute.

Tyson quickly raced out the doors as fast as his could but once again misjudged his giant muscles and his two shoulders slammed into the automatic doors not realising they weren't wide enough for him. A loud bang rang out and Tyson looked back as the glass automatic doors wobbled and shook, and ounce more pressure and they would have surely crashed down around him.

Tyson waddled through the car park desperate to get to his car. Swinging open the door he quickly realised why he had never seen a bodybuilder in a sleek sports car, he didn't fit, just one leg stepped in and there wasn't any more room for him to squeeze in. He tried everything, moving the seat back, moving the wheel up, but still he didn't fit. After about 10 minutes of doing everything he could think of to get in he just decided to force his way in.

Sliding into the car he felt cramped, and when he closed the driver's door it bounced off his arm and swung back open denting the car next to him. Tyson tried again leaning all the way into his car and shutting the door. It shut but as he sat back up he found himself on an awkward angle to the wheel, he tried to adjust himself to roll down the window so he could stick his arm out and get more space but as he placed his arm down on the leather seat to push his own body out the way he heard a loud tearing. His clothes didn't feel loser and he couldn't see what had torn but it sounded bad...

When Tyson arrived home he squeezed himself out of his car, it felt like being freed from a sardine can but as he turned around to shut his door he had found the source of the tearing noise from earlier, in the centre of the seat, directly under where he was, was now a large split right down the leather, seats that cost over a thousand dollars to fix split apart like paper, and that wasn't the worst of it, he looked at the lower back of the seat to see how the leather had warped and swollen from the amount of sweat that had been pressed against it.

"AW MAN" Tyson moaned slammed his car door, not realising the force his arms were able to put behind it and as the door lodged into place his hand carried the momentum behind it straight into the metal of the car leaving a large dent from his palm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME"

Tyson stormed over to his front door just wanting the day to end. He pulled up his keys to the front door and fumbled for a few minutes as he struggled to sort though them with his massive meaty fingers, finally he got in the door and shut it behind him as gently as he could which still resulted in a slam.

His stomach let out a loud groan, he had never felt so hungry so sudden in his life, Tyson tried to walk to the kitchen but realised it was more of a waddle has his massive muscular thighs slammed into each other. Arriving in front of his fridge he opened it up and grabbed one of his already made meals out and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He watched in spinning round and heard his stomach grumble as the 2 minutes felt like an entirety. Finally he heard the beep and opened up the microwave to devour his meal. What normally would have left him feeling full for hours didn't even make a dent in his hunger. Tyson opened up his fridge and moved on to his next meal without even heating it up, then another, then a protein shake to wash it down, then another meal and a couple apples, along with a banana or two, and of course he had to pull some of the muffins out of the freezer to defrost to have a bit later.

Tyson sat on his couch, feeling groggy and finally full. He looked around him, plates, protein shakers, wrappers and plastic containers were spread out all over his lounge room from the floor to the coffee table. He felt so heavy he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to pass out on his couch and go to sleep. As his eyes began to drift close...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The loudest belch he had ever heard forced him to jolt awake.

"aw fuc-uuuuUUURRPPP, this place is a mess"

Tyson finally realised he had trashed his lounge room in his feeding frenzy, he got up to try and clean but he didn't get very far. His body was so massive it was hard to move between his furniture and it was hard for him to constantly bend down to pick stuff up. On his second trip back from the kitchen to clean the last of the mess he finally noticed where he had been sitting, and the enormous sweat patch pressed into the fabric.

He pulled his tight tank top out from his body realising it looked like he had never washed it in his life.

"god, I need a fucking shower"

He made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he was shocked by his own reflection. He knew he had been turned into a hulking behemoth but, he looked like a completely different person now. His tank top was tight and clung to his body as his pecs hung out the sides. It was covered in sweat patches and strains from spilt protein shakes and food. His face was covered in a coat of sweat and his hair was oiler than he'd ever seen before. Tyson's gut churned as he let out another belch. He suddenly felt a tightness in his pants and he got hard.

"what the fuck..."

Tyson lifted up one arm to flex his bicep, he watched the sweat running down from his pits to his lats, he swallowed a quick gulp of air expecting maybe a small burp but was greeted with a massive room shaking belch. Tyson couldn't help it, he got rock solid staring at his sweaty body and hearing his own manly belching.

He worked his hand down awkwardly to his dick and started to pleasure himself.

He couldn't work it out, he missed his perfect body, he missed his old self, he was grossed out by being such a freak but god he was too horny to not please himself.

Right before his big moment he felt a wave of heat surge out into his body, his clothes felt tighter and suddenly the left strap of his tank top snapped as his shoulder, pec and arm practically doubled in size.

"AAH NO, NO NOT AGAIN"

Tyson watched as his dirty tank was torn to shreds by his growing body. His shorts felt tighter and tighter, soon he felt the sound of ripping fabric. As he turned to the side to inspect his growing legs he saw as his muscled ass split his pants in the back and the fabric quickly tore through making his shorts look like a bad loin clothe prop from a Halloween costume.

"OH FUCK NO, STOP, STOP AHHHH"

Tyson could only watch as his body continued to rapidly grow in the mirror...

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3 weeks later

Tyson leant back on the workout bench groaning and gasping for air. It was the most he had ever lifted, not that he wanted to get bigger but it was the only thing he could do with his day at this point.

He heard the noise of 3 guys cheering as Mark, Jayce and Dyaln approached him.

"HEY BIG MAN" Said Mark

"oh great, what do you guys want"

"relax big guy, just wanted to bring you a snack" Dylan laughed as he pulled out a paper bag of drive through crispy chicken and handed it to Tyson.

"Dont forget to wash it down" said Jayce handing him a protein shake

Tyson didn't have the will power to hold back, his new muscle and size burnt so much fuel from simple existing he was practically starving constantly. He immediately reached into the bag and started eating as much as he could as fast as he could, washing it down with a swig of the protein shake, only taking breaks to gasp for air.

A river of chocolate protein ran down his cheek and dripped onto his XXXL tank top, which looked more like a medium crop top on him.

A young handsome gym attendant walked over to the group with a smile on his face.

"hey guys, just a reminder, you can't eat like that in here save it for outside okay" He smiled as he looked straight into Tyson's eyes.

Tyson's mind was racing, this guy was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life, we wanted to apologise for being such a slob, hell, he wanted to ask the guy on a date.

Tyson rubbed the crumbs and protein from his mouth away with the back of his hand and opened his mouth. Immediately he gritted his teeth and almost by instinct at this point cocked the side of his mouth open.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!

Tyson couldn't help but belch and burp as he struggled to get a word out.

"bro..that's nasty" the gym attendant laughed as he walked away.

Mark, Jayce and Dylan all erupted with laughter.

"DUUUUUUDDEEEE" yelled Dylan

"You aren't gonna get a date like that dude I tell you that" laughed Jayce

"They probably wouldn't date him even if he didn't burp every couple of minutes, I mean who wants to date a bodybuilder freak right guys" Mark laughed as he rubbed Tyson's shoulders

"Yeah, you're right Mark, nobody wants a freak like Tyson" Dylan chuckled.

Tyson couldn't control it, the sound of their laughter, the way the three called him a freak and a slob. His dick got hard and he felt as a mixture of pre and cum leaked into his underwear.

They were never going to change him back, he was going to be stuck as this good for nothing muscle pig, forever....

he threw himself back down on the bench..

Slowly, you began to stir awake as the sun started to shine through your bedroom blinds. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, noting that your arm felt a little heavier than normal and that there seemed to be an immense weight atop your chest.

"What the...?" you grunted, pausing when you heard the deeper baritone to your voice. Your eyes shot open and the first thing you noticed were the large, muscle mountains attached to your chest.

Gasping, you shot upwards and looked down at your inflated, hairy pecs that were at least four times as big as they should've been, looking ridiculously round as they protruded off your bulky chest. In fact, your entire body appeared to have packed on more muscle. Your arms were huge and exuded masculine power and you could make out how thick and powerful your legs were from underneath the covers. However, all of those muscle groups paled in comparison to your inflated muscletits that were so enormous and capped with the nubbiest nipples you've ever seen.

"What is this-- uuughhh!" you moaned loudly as you prodded your pecs with a shaking finger, your whole body spasming at the surge of pleasure that rippled throughout you and made you rock hard, harder than you've ever been before in your life. As you panted and struggled to catch your breath, you could see in the bedroom mirror that your face looked older too. You clocked yourself to be in your mid-forties with the beginnings of wrinkles around your gruff face and the flecks of gray starting to appear in your thick hair. Speaking of which, your body was covered in hair, giving you a top-heavy daddy physique.

You were so busy examining your older, beefier body that you didn't notice the shuffling under the covers beside you.

"Up already, Daddy?" came a guy's voice. Out from under the covers popped out a younger guy, who was around the age you should've been. He was slender and youthful, and the more you stared at him, the more turned on you were.

Ricky, that was the boy's name, you somehow knew. You struggled to come up with an excuse to explain your weirdness, knowing that the stranger who you instinctively knew was your much younger husband, wouldn't believe that you went to bed a slender 23 year old and woke up as a 48 year old daddy with massive, sensitive muscletits.

"Uhh..." you mumbled, blushing.

Ricky smirked and sat up. "I think I know what you need," he teased, reaching up to run his finger through the hair covering your inflated pecs.

Your head rolled back and you couldn't suppress the loud moan at the feeling of your hypersensitive pecs being caressed, which was only magnified by the thick forest of chest hair covering them. You were lost in the pleasurable haze that you barely registered that Ricky had climbed up to straddle your torso, his hard cock getting closer to you.

"OoOOhhh!" you howled like crazy when the younger man slid his hard cock into the deep crevice of your muscletits. The feeling of another man's cock between your pecs was the greatest pleasure you've ever experienced-- everything else was nothing. Your howl turned into a slutty shriek when he reached up and yanked on your nubby nipples, your practically useless cock spurting out cum.

Ricky spasmed and came, his load landing all over your older face.

The two of you laid side by side, panting. Your muscled chest heaved as you caught your breath, and you held the younger man closer to you, your perpetually erect nipples burning with want. You didn't know how it happened, but you were already loving your new life as a muscle daddy with massive pecs who got pecfucked on the daily by his younger husband.

"Ready for Round Two?" Ricky giggled, flicking your nipple.

You could only moan in response.

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The heat was getting to Franco, as a construction worker he barely had any time to relax. Always on the next project, always on the move– his existence was exhausting. He had been in construction since he was old enough to get a job. 16 years old, but back then he just worked in reception. Now he was on the field and salaried, but that didn't mean he hated his life any less. He had not grown into a man that he hoped he would, despite being quite strong from the nearly 35 years of work he wasn't the most attractive. Facial features that didn't make the most sense, a soft non existent jaw, and teeth that were more than a few steps away from perfect. His body ached like hell constantly, tinnitus and back pain had been constants in his life for more than a decade. 

He stumbled into the small mobile breakroom, the AC his savior from the sweltering heat that only seemed to get hotter each year. He gulped down as much water as he possibly could as a younger guy, Tristan, watched him. Tristan tried to not show judgement, but his eyes betrayed him. He was a new hire, and in Franco’s eyes he was… okay. Franco seemed to not get along with any of the new people, especially Tristan. Although deep down he knew it was out of jealousy. Tristan; the fresh kind handsome face.

Mateo, the ever hardworking nerd, was fumbling around with his computer. Trying to find some sort of program to make his camera quality better. He was assigned this stupid presentation for one of his online classes, which was worse than a normal presentation because now he could scrutinize himself even more.

He knew that there had to be some sort of ai upscaling filter program. After browsing for hours on different threads he found a program.

Better U - Photobooth Extension.

Rolling his eyes he saw that in the product photos there was just photos of a bunch of hot guys. The camera quality wasn't even necessarily better but he was tired of looking.

The program took a second to boot up, leaving him worried as his cursor spun out.

Do you consent to being changed

"Fucking obviously, why else what I download you stupid thing." His voice was high and whiny, another thing he hated.

Clicking yes he expected to see some sort of beauty filter that blurred out is acne cratered skin, but instead he just felt a rush of confidence. Nothing physical- yet.

He pulled his shirt over his chubby stomach– a habit that had been cemented in his teen years. Clicking the record button he started talking.

As he spoke his words started to slur, just slightly. His face catching his eye more than one time as he tried to stare directly at the webcam. It did look different, although slightly. As he kept trying to power through the presentation he couldnt stop looking at himself.

When did I lose my double chin?

He thought, although that that vanished in an instant. He's never had a double chin, his jawline is one of the features he's proud of. He felt the need to take off his pants for some reason. It was hot and its not like the camera could see down there anyways. As he did so he noted how his legs looked leaner, more toned.

Gym's been paying off

Gym? He had never stepped foot in a gym. Right, he went to the gym weekly, at least three times a week if possible. Continuing his speech he noticed how his shirt tank top seemed to hug his chest tight, but not in a way that was embarassing, in a sexy way. His moobs turned into pecs as his stomach seemingly vanished, leaving him with a defined set of abs.

At this point he had completely stopped doing his presentation, feeling up his new body as his dick started to get harder. Pushing against his tight briefs as it hardened- much longer than it had ever.

He was mesmerized by the way that his cock pulsated. He wanted to take care of it, but he knew that he should finish his presentation first.

"Today I'm going to-" what was he talking about?

What fucking presentation

He thought, his eyes glazing over as he checked himself out in the camera. He flexed as an impressive bicep raised. His skin no longer acne ridden, completely smooth. He took off his tank top, staring at his toned body.

Yanking his briefs down his dick flopped out, he slowly started to massage it, his head rolling back as he completely forgot about the presentation.

A request story for @soul-controller! Also a celebration of me hitting 2k followers, so thank you so much for that!! I never imagined I'd get this far, so it means a lot that so many of you enjoy my content. Make sure to check out his request from me! (And also go sub to his new Patreon!)

A Change of Perspective: Trey

Hello, I’m a college student currently studying abroad in Madrid, Spain. I absolutely adore the town and people here, but I’m always too busy with schoolwork to go out and enjoy myself. But on the few nights where I’m actually able to go out, I’m way too shy to have fun! Do you think you can help me have a better time while I’m here? I feel like if I had the opportunity to spend all of my time around town having fun and learning more about the culture, I'd never want to leave this country!

Hey! I’d be happy to help. You’ve come at a good time too, because I’ve recently come across something a little unique that I’ve been wanting to try out. Now, I bet you're wondering what this thing I've discovered is, right? It’s this little thing called the Cosmic Switch. Flip it, and it’ll ‘unlock’ your body and let it shift itself until you’re subconsciously happy. Sounds good, right? It's perfect for requests like this; your own desires will guide your changes instead of worrying about me deciding. It's in your hands now, not that you'll remember this, so enjoy!

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It was a weekend trip to a local Spanish beach one day where things started to change. You’d already forgotten the strange dream you had the other night, or what you thought was a dream anyway. In reality, it’d been the conversation with me, but the Cosmic Switch had let it fade away. It was better this way in the long run. Not knowing about your new ability would let it work to full effect, and a dream was a simple solution.

Some of your new college friends had somehow persuaded you to join them for a day out at the beach. They’d been trying for a while, and you’d finally run out of excuses not to; the dream had left you in a funny sort of mood, so why not give yourself a bit of a rest? Sure, maybe you would be sitting there fully clothed whilst they all ran around in the skimpiest swimsuits ever, but it was still nice to have a break from the usual insanity of life as a student abroad. Even if you had the confidence to jump up and join them, stop caring and actually live a little for once, you couldn’t just strip off, run over and throw yourself in!

The first signs of change started as you were lying around listening to music, enjoying not having the pressure of constantly working and doing college work for once. None of the friends you’d come along with were close enough to notice what had slowly started to happen to your body. Not even you noticed, too distracted by the rhythmic crashing of waves against the rocks melding with the music you were listening to. Slowly but surely, though, your stomach shrank and toned up, tight abs replacing the bulkier body you’d grown used to.

With your abs now formed, the rest of your body was quick to shift too, your subconscious desires for a body that was beach-ready and full of confidence pushing your changes further. Any unnecessary weight shed itself as you enjoyed watching your friends mess around in the water nearby. Damn, you wished you could join them. But as your body grew smaller and more toned, you were considering doing just that more and more. “Fuck it, why not?” you thought to yourself. You hadn’t come prepared for swimming, but as you stood up and pulled your clothes, you found a yellow speedo under your jeans. For a second, you wondered briefly why you’d ever thought you hadn’t come ready to have fun. Sure, you might be a little shy with new people, but these were your friends! You could let go of all that here and just enjoy the weekend beach trip; now if only you could be confident enough to apply that to the rest of your life.

They all grinned when they saw you running towards them, laughing as you cannonball'd right in the middle of the group. “Nate! Nice of you to finally join us!”

It wasn’t enough, though. You had felt better as you climbed over the rocks towards the water, but now you were there, you were right back to feeling like more of an outsider. They were nice people, they’d taken the shy American jock they’d met on his first day in and helped him open up after all, but it wasn’t the same as back home. They all made an effort to speak English around you so you knew what was going on, but that didn’t stop them from slipping back into Spanish all the time for jokes that you didn’t get or conversations they didn’t want you to hear. You were learning, but it was slow progress.

***

Despite having some slight imposter syndrome, you couldn’t deny that your beach day had been amazing. Hell, you had even agreed to join them again next weekend when you usually wouldn’t have. You laughed endlessly as you finally let loose and fucked around with them all day, enjoying your confidence growing quickly throughout. I wouldn’t be until later that evening that you’d actually realise what happened that day. It was just meant to be a quick look up at the bathroom mirror to fix your hair after a shower, but looking up to see a face that was similar, but not quite the same as your own, had thrown you.

For a second, the spell was broken.

You knew at the start of the day that you'd been Nate, the shy, chubbier dude who was content to chill and listen to music whilst your friends had fun; now you were totally different. Your body was tight and compact, toned muscle gracing every inch of your now slender frame, and you actually enjoyed what you saw looking back at yourself. This version of Nate had been working out for years. Memories of time working out at home or in the gym flashed before your eyes as you inspected yourself, getting a good look at not only your body, but your face too. You could still recognise yourself, but now with sharp cheekbones and a well defined, clean-shaven jaw you'd been shifted into a hotter version of Nate. One you couldn't wait to try out more.

That was another thing that you realised felt different. You had this inherent sense of confidence now, and you could feel it in the way you naturally stood. Taller, shoulders back, and often with a cheeky grin. This new you knew how hot he was and loved to show it off. The choice of the smallest yellow Speedo for the beach had made that clear enough to you.

How the hell this had happened you had no idea, but if it gave you the confidence to actually throw yourself out there, then you couldn’t exactly complain!

***

Over the next week of college, you found yourself quite surprised by not just how much you were enjoying your new body, but also how you were acting as if you had always looked like this. This was most likely because of the confidence you had gained from that beach trip, as it had never actually faded but just grew stronger until it felt completely natural. While it was incredible to feel so good, you couldn’t help but be slightly scared by just how much it was changing you.

You were a new you, at least on the outside.

That didn’t stop those insecurities from gnawing away as you once again relaxed on the beach the following weekend, only this time surrounded by friends doing the same. Ever since you had moved to Madrid, you had been trying to work on your tan, hoping to help you fit in a bit more both around town and also with your friends. This desire became even more prominent as you felt more and more insecure about the prominent language barrier still between your understanding of Spanish. But if you could look a little more like the rest of your friends and their darker and tanned skin, then maybe you wouldn’t feel so insecure and thus feel more self-assured.

That’s all it took for your subconscious to change your body again.

No one batted an eye when your skin took on the tan you’d been unsuccessfully working on for a while. However, unlike most people trying to get a good tan, yours looked far more even. Because it was. You were totally oblivious to the rich, darker skin tone that was sweeping over your body as music blasted through your headphones and you laughed at one of your friends getting buried in the sand. It only took the length of one pop song for your pale white American body to be replaced by a very tanned, very Spanish version of yourself.

It was the music you were listening to as you worked on your tan that clued you in to the fact that something had changed. Whereas a second ago you’d been listening to music in English, now it was some Spanish pop idol you didn’t recognise. Looking down at your phone to see who’d messed with your music confirmed what you had suspected. Its default language was set to Spanish, but whilst you knew that was different from before, it didn’t feel wrong. You knew Spanish now. And not only that, you were thinking in Spanish too.

It was kinda trippy, suddenly having the language in your brain flip. English was still in there somewhere, not that you knew, or particularly cared, where at the moment. You finally felt more at home amongst these people.

“Nicolás! Come help!” one of the guys shouted, waving a spare shovel at you. You grinned, headphones discarded as you ran over to join in the fun.

***

You were loving your new life as Nicolás, the Spanish twink. You’d jerked off once or twice just looking at yourself in the mirror and listening to yourself speak Spanish. Okay, maybe it was once or twice a day, not just once or twice. It had been a massive adjustment, especially when you got a call from a woman you’d never met asking why you weren’t at the usual Tuesday family dinner. It was because you were masturbating to the sound of your own accent, but she didn’t need to know that. You even had a Spanish family now, it seemed. Despite that, you hadn’t forgotten Nate, the shy American college student you’d started out as. But, it was almost like he had faded away to the back of your mind the more Nicolás’ memories came forward over the weeks spent as him. As you.

Given how happy you’d been for the past month since you became Nicolás, you didn’t believe that there was anything left that you wanted to change about yourself. However, one random detour became so important that it changed both your life and body forever…

It was a day like any other. You were headed home after a long day of college lectures, taking a slightly different route back, as had become a habit in an attempt to familiarise yourself with the city. While the new memories you had provided a clear understanding of Madrid’s labyrinth of roads and alleys, you were still eager to experience them firsthand. Although you had changed races, families, and native languages, your sexuality as a gay man remained perfectly intact still. Passing by a gym had you glancing in through the window; the sight of beefy dudes working out still had you turning your head. This time, though, it was different.

Part of you knew still that your body had changed, and that had you wondering. What would it be like to have a body that big? You’d been curious all your life on some level, but now it could actually be possible to have the huge, muscular frame you’d always dreamed about.

It wasn’t immediately obvious, but you soon noticed you had started to feel an uncomfortable tightness as you rounded the corner past the gym. In an attempt to get rid of this discomfort, you rolled your shoulders, but it provided no actual relief. It was new, so it should fit perfectly, but maybe you’d bought a size too small by mistake?

No, you knew you weren't wrong. It must be whatever had changed you a month ago.

With that realisation, your pace quickened. If you could get home before most of the transformation happened, not only would you avoid tearing out of your clothes in public, you'd actually get to watch for once!

***

As you quickly slammed your front door shut and stumbled into your apartment, you rushed through your living room hoping to make it into the bathroom to watch your changes progress. When you had first turned into Nicolás, it had been quite a shock you’d come home and found yourself living in a small yet spacious apartment rather than the small university owned space you had previously called home. Clearly, your new parents were sweet people willing to go above and beyond to make sure you had your own space to grow and flourish.

Damn, your t-shirt was tight now. It'd gone beyond mildly uncomfortable to full on straining, but you knew it wasn't done. Based on the size of the guy you'd been staring at, this was even the start of your growth. The t-shirt had to go. There was one problem with that, though. As you lifted your arms up and tried to pull the shirt up and over your head, you met resistance as the shirt continued to get stuck around your growing chest and shoulders. There was only one thing you could think of. So you sighed and grabbed the front of your t-shirt, pulling as hard as you could. This was your favourite shirt based on how great it looked against your Spanish complexion, but you knew the shirt would be torn up regardless, so it was best to just do it now before you had to endure any more discomfort.

It was tough at first. Skinny arms still lacked the strength to put up the force needed. Only a few seconds passed before it started to buckle as your shoulders and biceps followed suit, growing in tandem with your chest. All at once it tore clean down the middle, your arms strained the short sleeves. You'd seen nothing more sexy than tearing out of your own clothes, so much so you were already rock hard after just that. The remnants were quickly discarded on your run to the bathroom, the excitement of getting to watch yourself grow only making your cock even harder.

"Mierda!" you shouted as you stumbled forwards and braced yourself against a nearby wall, automatically defaulting to Spanish instead of English.

Your balance had suddenly shifted as your chest pulsed larger again; these things were going to be massive once they were done. As you continued to look down at yourself, it became quite clear that your body was totally out of proportion. All the growth was focused on your upper body for the moment, but the visual of such a full and prominent chest was doing wonders for your arousal. You were going to have to be careful not to collapse if your legs didn't catch up soon.

You weren't going to make it to the bathroom to watch this part. Staying upright was hard enough right now. So, as you leant back against the wall for support and took heavy breaths, you looked down and watched as your torso continued to grow. And what a sight it was. You couldn't help but reach down and run your thumbs over your nipples as more muscle flooded into your chest. Bigger and rounder, thicker and thicker until the sensitivity of the new huge muscles and the larger nipples that came with them had you groping and moaning as you felt yourself up. Before long, your pec appreciation session had resulted in you groping your chest and moaning as you felt up the pectoral shelf you now possessed. While you didn't know whether all gym obsessed guys' chests felt like this or whatever was changing you was responsible for the sensitivity, you knew you loved it, regardless.

Your shoulders had also naturally broadened as your chest swelled, giving your torso the typical 'v' shape that so many guys strived towards in the gym. The upper half of your body was at least going to match itself soon as your arms grew with each involuntary flex, your pecs being too good not to sit and play with for what could've been hours. The last touch was your stomach. Where previously there had been a hint of abs on your slimmer form, what was forming now was no hint. Well sculpted

It was finally your lower body’s turn to do some catching up. You collapsed down to the floor, your jeans being shoved off as fast as you could so you didn’t ruin more good clothes. It was hot seeing yourself bust out of them, but trying to tear out of those would only cause unnecessary pain. Despite knowing what was about to happen, you still smirked at the sight of your upper body while bouncing your pecs and flexing your biceps. It was far more comfortable sat on the floor as your thighs bulged and thickened, muscle piling onto them as they grew to rival the size of your broad upper body. Watching your legs start to match the rest of you had your cock getting hard. The average five inch length was looking more and more out of place on your body as the seconds ticked by.

That soon changed when you wrapped a hand around your throbbing cock and stroked. At first, you moved slowly along the shaft, but as your arousal increased tenfold, you soon gave up with that pretence. As you stroked, your grip naturally loosened as the cock in your hand got thicker, your strokes getting longer as inches appeared out of nowhere until instead of five inches, you had a solid eight. Enough to give any ass that came your way a good fucking.

A wave of pleasure suddenly lanced through you as you felt your ass cheeks suddenly plump up, your whole body rising where you sat. You stopped jerking off instantly. Hands flew to your ass as you slid yourself into a better position, your attention forced away from your cock and onto the new bubble butt that was only getting more sensitive by the second.

It was like a missing piece of the puzzle slotting into place when you finally got the right angle to press two fingers between your ass cheeks, an almost overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body. However, there was another feeling that emerged as you continued to use the two fingers to tease your needy hole: happiness. Although it was certainly a surprise, it was a welcome one as you pushed aside your shame about such bottom-like behavior and allowed more erotic thoughts to pop up in your mind. You needed to get deeper. Pressing your fingers against the outside of your hole was nice, but you couldn’t deny how much hotter it would be to have that hole filled. Whilst one hand pressed inside, the other gave your growing butt a good squeeze, the soft flesh literally expanding around your hands. Within no time, you knew you’d have a gorgeous and bouncy bubble butt any guy would be lucky to get a piece of. What you hadn’t realised was as your ass grew, something else was shrinking. Though it had just grown mere moments ago, your cock had already responded to your desires as they shifted again. As the pleasure in your ass ramped up, you were pushing yourself needier and sluttier without even realising. A strict bottom, who wanted nothing more than to be filled with cock. And strict bottoms didn’t need eight inch cocks. Down and down it went until it had dropped smaller than you’d started. It was three, three and a half inches at most. But you didn’t care.

With the majority of your physical changes done, it was around now when your head started to feel fuzzy. Your focus had shifted solely onto your ass, which, although pleasurable, was dangerous when it came to the Cosmic Switch. It let your sense of self become more fluid, so the more you fingered your ass, the weaker your grip on your old life got. But you didn’t care, not when your juicy ass getting played with felt this good. So away Nate went, replaced piece by piece by Nicolás, the Spanish stud. Memories of being top of your class at school were swapped for barely passing and struggling the entire way through. Younger siblings faded along with the rest of your American family and older brothers and sisters and a large Spanish family were left in its place; you were the youngest sibling now. Any knowledge of your college studies drained down into your balls and leaked out of your cock onto the floor below; your ass swelling slightly larger the only worthy replacement of such an immense loss of knowledge. Each purposeful brush of your fingers against your prostate had more aspects of yourself changing and moulding into your new himbo self. Confidence instead of your old shy attitude, an intense pride of your body instead of a desire to be anything else, slutty bottom instead of strict top.

It was so overwhelming you didn't even notice as your face slowly changed to match the rest of your hunky body. Dark facial hair spread over your jaw as it squared out, a perfectly trimmed goatee where there had been nothing before. You’d always wanted to grow proper facial hair, so as soon as you’d relieved the arousal that had flooded your growing body, you’d love admiring your new masculine features. You were also unaware of the sharp pains that pricked their way over your body as diamond studs appeared in your ears along with tattoos on your back, wrist and upper thigh. The tattoos were only small, but they each meant something to you, more signs that cemented you in your new life.

Cum shot from your cock as orgasm finally rolled through you, a sense of bliss at your first of what you knew would be many hands-free orgasms accompanying the incredible pleasure.

It took a while for you to properly recover enough to pull yourself to your feet, but once you’d caught your breath, you were eager to finally see the new you. Stumbling into the bathroom took longer than you wanted, getting used to how the extra weight sat on your muscular frame was going to be a strange but hot adjustment. You hadn’t been nearly this big before, not even back when you were a chubby white guy named Nate.

Once you’d made it into the bathroom and flicked the light on, it became clear that the slight delays in getting there still hadn’t allowed you to properly prepare. You couldn’t believe how sexy you were now! Everywhere you looked was massive. Thick pecs, bulging biceps, and the fattest ass you’ve ever seen. So, after grabbing a towel to clean off the globs of cum that ran along your sculpted abs, you turned into the mirror and got to see how your body looked in action. You flexed every possible muscle to see just how strong you had actually become for several minutes; there was nothing you didn’t like the look of. You were grinning like a dumbass, mainly because you were a dumbass now. Based on how big you were, you were without a doubt bigger than all of those men in the gym that you'd been lusting over. You could tell you weren’t going to miss the old you as you turned to get a better look at your ass. Even though life might get a little harder now, you wouldn’t be able to finish the psychology you started. Though, why would you need to be brainy when you were an absolute heartthrob now? You knew just looking at your new body you’d be able to make a decent living for yourself using your new favourite things: pumping iron, showing off and getting fucked.

For a brief second, you could see yourself, really see yourself. Nate could see everything you’d become. The muscle, the Spanish heritage, the total loss of intelligence. You’d become a total Spanish himbo, and Nate fucking loved it. “Soy tan estúpido!” You giggled as you jumped up and down, your ass cheeks bouncing as you did so.

Nicolás. That was you. Not Nate. And you couldn’t wait to show yourself off.

***

The following morning was a strange one. You woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours, in a house you didn’t recognise. It made your head swim; things like this were a little harder to process now. It didn't take long for it to clear. As you looked around, you chuckled at your own stupidity. This was your house! For years now, your parents had helped you save up to buy a nice place that was both close to them and also your multiple jobs. Perfect for a Spanish stud like you.

More memories of the rest of your life came to you as you pulled yourself out of bed. You knew you had a great selection of the tightest and most revealing clothes waiting for you when you went off to work at the bar later. Perfect for making you look like the muscle slut you knew would get great tips when you started stripping at the bar at the end of the night. Most people would say you were intimidating when they first looked at how huge and masculine you were all over, but anyone that spoke to you for over five minutes knew you were basically a puppy on the inside. You could be cocky as hell when it came to posing and showing yourself off, but that’s only because you knew how good you looked and how hard you worked to get there.

A trip to the gym was first on the agenda for the day.‌ ‌You’d always prided yourself on your body above almost anything else, so you’d‌ ‌got‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌habit‌ ‌of‌ ‌working‌ ‌out‌ ‌early‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌morning’s‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago,‌ ‌something‌ ‌about‌ ‌starting‌ ‌the‌ ‌day‌ ‌off‌ ‌right‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌good‌ ‌hard‌ ‌gym‌ ‌session‌ ‌really‌ ‌set‌ ‌the‌ ‌tone‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌rest‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌day.‌ ‌You‌ ‌threw‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌favourite‌ ‌black‌ ‌tank‌ ‌and‌ ‌shorts,‌ ‌both‌ ‌tight‌ ‌as‌ ‌hell‌ ‌to‌ ‌show‌ off ‌your‌ ‌sculpted‌ ‌body,‌ ‌and‌ ‌headed‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌to‌ ‌grab‌ ‌a‌ ‌protein‌ ‌shake.‌ ‌

Getting‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym‌ ‌once‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌made‌ ‌a‌ ‌quick‌ ‌protein‌ ‌shake‌ ‌never‌ ‌took‌ ‌long‌ ‌at‌ ‌all,‌ ‌one‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌many‌ ‌perks‌ ‌of‌ ‌where‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌chosen‌ ‌to‌ ‌live.‌ ‌Another perk was getting to use the gym for free. Working ‌there‌ ‌part‌ ‌time‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌personal‌ ‌trainer‌ ‌was‌ ‌not‌ ‌only‌ ‌easy‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌new‌ ‌you,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌convenient‌ ‌too.‌ ‌The‌ ‌smiles‌ ‌and‌ ‌waves‌ ‌as‌ ‌you‌ ‌walked‌ ‌onto‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym‌ ‌floor‌ ‌were‌ ‌a‌ ‌familiar‌ ‌sight,‌ ‌one‌ ‌you‌ ‌usually‌ ‌returned‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌cheeky grin and either a quick‌ ‌flex‌ ‌or‌ ‌pec‌ ‌bounce‌.‌ ‌You‌ ‌knew‌ ‌that‌ ‌most‌ ‌of‌ ‌them‌ ‌only‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym‌ ‌this‌ ‌early‌ ‌so‌ ‌they‌ ‌could‌ ‌watch‌ ‌you‌ ‌work‌ ‌out,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌attention‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌massive‌ ‌turn‌ ‌on;‌ ‌so‌ ‌much‌ ‌so‌ ‌your‌ ‌below‌ ‌average‌ ‌cock‌ ‌was‌ ‌often‌ ‌hard‌ ‌most‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌time‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym.‌

Despite never having stepped foot in a gym prior to today, you moved with clear intent. The exercises came naturally without a second thought as you worked on your pecs, with a few sets of squats thrown in there too. There was rarely a day when you weren’t doing something for your ass, even if it wasn’t your dedicated session for it. You couldn’t help it, the bigger your ass was, the happier you were, and the more money you made at the bar too.

People crowded around you when you went to check out the post workout pump in the mirrors before you left, all eyes on either your pecs or your ass as you adjusted your tank. God, you looked good.

“Deja de hacer eso!” you yelped, surprised when you felt a hand slap your ass. You turned to see a man you didn’t recognise stood behind you, his hand still hovered not too far away from your ass. The Asian hunk wasn’t someone you recognised, but a quick glance down at his tented shorts told you all you needed to know. You bit your lip and giggled as you pressed yourself back against him, his hard cock now nestled perfectly between your sizable ass cheeks.

Clearly you were going to be a little late to work this afternoon.

***

Several rounds of sex, an ass full of cum and a butt plug later, you stumbled out of the guy’s hotel room, headed home to eat quickly before you had to get to work. As expected, you’d spend several hours getting your ass fucked by your gym friend, who’d introduced himself as Akino when he had you pressed up against the window; you had to know what name to moan after all. He was on vacation with his boyfriend, but hadn’t been able to resist your bubbled ass when he’d seen it after his workout. You’d left him with your number in case he wanted another round before he left; you were hoping he did.

You were going to keep Akino’s cum plugged in your ass whilst you were at work, that would be sure to drive the usual crowd wild when you stripped down to a jockstrap and they noticed it. Maybe you’d even pull it out and let someone eat the cum out of your ass, if they paid enough, of course. In truth, the ‘bar’ you worked at was much closer to a strip club, but the owner found it fun keeping up the pretence of a normal bar until late in the evening when all the staff stripped down and started dancing. He was a weird dude, but you weren’t complaining.

One of your favourite things about this job, besides the stripping, was the uniform. It was tight on you, showed off all the right parts of your body before you easily discarded it later into your shift. You had to ask for more than a few replacements over the years. You could get a little carried away when people crowded around you and chanted for you to strip. Clothes were torn from your body with little effort at least once a week, enough that your boss was seriously considering having you work in just a jockstrap for the whole of your shifts.

Later that evening, at the bar…

It turned out you’d done exactly that, once again destroyed your clothes in the process of stripping off. A shake of his head told you all you needed to know. That was the final set your boss was going to give you, so you’d be working in just your underwear for as long as you were still working there. Being half naked with a crowd of strangers around you had never felt as good as it did now, the knowledge you’d always be like that whilst at work, one of the only things you could think about for a while.

Your train of thought was interrupted when you heard a couple of familiar voices call through the crowd. “Nicolás!” Your friends had arrived.

They always said they were being supportive, turning up to watch you dance, but part of you knew they just wanted to watch you whore yourself out for money. They loved you, but you were constantly getting teased for how much of a slut you were by them. At least, you think that’s what they were laughing about as they sat next to the bar where you danced. You didn’t really get the jokes they made most of the time.

Like right now. You were busy bent over showing off your plugged ass whilst you could hear them laughing away, something about “your head being emptier than a balloon”, whatever that meant. A €50 note being put under the band of your jockstrap had you quickly distracted again, the man responsible was a regular favourite of yours who always tipped well.

***

It was at the end of the night, once you’d finally finished showing yourself off, when your phone vibrated; a text from a number you didn’t have saved.

Unknown Number: Hey, Akino here.

Now you knew who it was, you quickly saved it under his name and cock size, a normal thing you did for all your hook-ups.

Akino (9”): Told my boyfriend about you.

Akino (9”): He wants to meet you.

Akino (9”): Same hotel room. One hour. Be there, or not at all.

A couple minutes later, another text came through.

Akino (9”): His cock is even bigger than mine if that persuades you.

Akino (9”): Video attached.

Sometimes he likes to make you put back on your glasses. Normally, he likes it when you have to squint to see. He says it makes you look like a total dumbass. After you put on the glasses he tells you to look in the mirror. The glasses are the only thing left of the old you. He wants to see if you can recognize yourself. You never can. After a few minutes you always forget why you're standing in front of the mirror. That's when you begin to flex those big roid muscles of yours. That's his favorite part. He loves seeing how far you've fallen. How much of a big fucking idiot you are now. Don't worry about it though. It would be pretty hard for anyone to recognize you now. Even he can barely see the resemblance anymore. All anyone sees when they look at you now is a big dumb roided muscle bull. But to be honest, I think your a little too enthralled with your arm to be worried about that. As a matter of fact to be worried about anything at all, meathead.

- Prologue -

The sound of Erik's motorcycle echoed across the vast fields of the nearby farm as he drove past the open fence gate. He swung his bike to the side, grinding it to a halt and sending a cloud of dirt into the air. His boots clicked along the stone pathway as he approached the farmhouse. A sense of nostalgia had overcome him as he stepped across the creaky wooden porch, he had filmed in an old farmhouse like this before, it really brought him back.

The thought quickly left Erik's mind when he approached the front door, he was here on a mission. He turned the knob and let himself into the stranger's house. Breaking and entering would normally be more nerve wracking, but Erik had scouted this place for a while now. No one was home, the father always left on the weekends, spending his time in hotel rooms with a rotating door of women. The son, well the son was the reason Erik was here in the first place. The young man had been sneaking out to local gay bars while his father was gone, but didn't normally interact with anyone, preferring to watch from the sidelines. Erik had come to change that.

He wandered around the foreign house, eventually stumbling upon the son's room. He scoured every inch of the room, looking for something specific. He emptied drawers and examined every shelf in the room, it was only when checked under the bed did he find what he was looking for. A 2002 Colt Mens Calendar, a few years old by this point but still a classic.

Carl Hardwick, what a legend Erik thought.

He admired the cover for a moment before the sound of footsteps on the front porch distracted him. Erik grinned as he exited the bedroom. He walked back to the living room, close to the front door, and leaned against a door frame while watching the young man take off his boots.

It took a moment for the man to notice Erik watching him, but when he finally noticed, he froze like a statue.

"Don't be scared, son." Erik said in a gruff voice. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Who are you?" The young man asked. "What do you want!?" He blurted before Erik could even respond.

"I've come to help you out." Erik grinned.

The man slowly started moving to the door and reached for a shot gun on the wall.

"That won't be necessary, boy." Erik commanded. "Recognize this?" He said holding up the calendar.

"That's not what it looks like." The young man panicked. "It's... It's..."

"It's alright, son." Erik comforted him as he approached the young man. "You're 22 and still hiding from your father, still hiding from who you really are. I can change that."

"Wha-"

The young man couldn't even finish his sentence before Erik grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The man seemed shocked at first, but quickly relaxed and leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Erik's waist.

As Erik pulled away, he could already see the changes taking hold of the man. His clean shaven face had grown a thick black mustache right above his lip. Erik grinned as the young man's face aged into his forties, growing a five o'clock shadow over his chiseled face.

The man seemed to notice the changes happening to his body when his plaid button up started to tighten around his growing body. His sleeves strained around his thick biceps as his hands doubled in size, matching his manly look. His chest rose into two meaty pecs and his shoulders broadened to match, creating rippled muscles along his upper back.

He let out a moan in a deep gruff voice as his legs filled out the empty space in his jeans. His ass perked up, causing his crack to show right above the waistline while a large bulge formed in his crotch that quickly snaked into his pant leg.

The man bit his lip as he watched the transformation occur in the mirror. He grinned and licked the sweat off of his bushy mustache. As his buttons started to strain against his hunky body, he unbuttoned each one, revealing the forest of hair covering every inch of his mountainous muscles.

Erik watched his lips quiver as he witnessed his muscles rising like bread right in front of his eyes. He rubbed his man hands through the dense pelt of hair that covered his weathered skin, making the bulge in his pants grow larger by the second.

Now that he was distracted by his own body, the world began to shift around him, just like it had for Erik. His cowboy hat morphed into a leather cap, erasing any memories of being a cowboy from the man's mind. Meanwhile his hairline receded and his five o'clock shadow grew into an untamed beard, complimenting his more mature look.

His jeans disappeared, leaving him in nothing but a small leather jockstrap, just barely big enough to contain his manhood. At the same time, his body continued to grow. His six pack swelled into a small muscle gut and his arms surpassed Erik's in size. Also, now unrestricted by clothing, his ass expanded even further, becoming two meaty globes that clapped when he walked.

Finally, black leather boots formed around his massive feet as the room around him began to change. His once familiar home quickly transformed into a lively bar, where men of all types flocked around him.

"We love you Carl!" A man in the crowd shouted.

Carl, now fully aware of his surroundings, smiled as men stuffed bills into his jockstrap.

He loved the attention, it felt... natural. He was about to give them the performance of a lifetime.

- Current Day -

The roar of the crowd is muffled as Erik walks out of the bar. The morning sun scorches his eyes as he steps out on the hot summer day. He leans against the wall and takes a deep breath of fresh air, something he hasn't gotten since the sun set the night before. He rubs his finger along his neck, feeling the soreness where hickies cover his skin.

Erik couldn't help but smile. What used to be a lonely town with a dying gay scene now had a bustling night club filled with men straight out of a Colt Mens Calendar. All thanks to him.

It's been a great night, but Erik calls it for the day, figuring he should get some sleep before doing it all again the next night.

He stumbles over to the nearby gas station, where he parked his bike the night before. She's a couple years past her prime, but she's still kicking. But just as he's about to drive off, he notices something strange. It's a Colt Mens magazine on the ground. He picks it up, or at least what's left of it. Most of the pages are ripped out, left as shreds blowing away in the wind.

"Pete." Erik says as he runs his finger down the cover page, licking the sweat of his mustache.

"Disgusting, ain't it?"

Erik looks up to see another man filling up his motorcycle.

"It's a real shame those queers are allowed to walk 'round these streets like there ain't nothin' wrong about 'em." The man continues. "Can't even tell most of 'em apart no more. They blend in with real men like us."

"Yeah..." Erik says in a somber tone.

"You be careful now." The man says as he gets on his bike. "Never know when one of them might be face to face with ya."

"Thanks for letting me know." Erik responds as he approaches the man. "I'll let you know something."

"What's that?" The man asks.

Erik gets close up to the man, close enough to feel the man's breath on his skin.

"You're looking at one... Right... Now."

Erik grins before pulling the man in for a kiss. He makes sure to get tongue and all, tasting the cigars and whiskey on his tongue. The man quickly pulls away, giving the most disgusted glare Erik has ever seen.

"You're gonna regret tha-" The man stops dead in his tracks.

"Gonna regret what?" Erik teases him.

The man looks down at himself as his body begins to change. His beer gut starts to melt away until a six pack emerges under the fat. His man tits solidify, becoming tough slabs of meat as his weak arms swell to match his sculpted body.

"What... Are... You..." The man tries to say as his gravelly voice becomes buttery smooth.

His legs grow more defined and his flabby ass perks up, propping himself up further on his bike. And his fat pad disappears, allowing his growing cock to show off its full glory.

The man's face begins to twitch before his facial features start to regain some youth. His wrinkly skin becomes plump and smooth as his wiry body hairs become neat and well trimmed, forming a short beard over his sharp jawline. And dark hairs start to grow all over his balding head, leaving him looking decades younger than he had moments earlier.

Pete watches as his ratty oversized clothes disappear, leaving only a few leather bands around his arms, and a baseball cap with COLT written in bold. He looks back at Erik and nods.

"See ya around Erik."

"Nice catching up, Pete." Erik smiles as Pete rides off on his bike.

"Freeze!" A shaky voice yells from behind Erik.

He turns to see a cop pointing a gun at him.

"What did you do to him!?" The cop yells.

Erik puts his hands up. "Woah, you must be mistaken officer, I was just catching up with an old friend." He chuckles. "That's not illegal, is it?"

"I... I saw you..." The newbie officer stutters.

"You saw me what?" Erik asks as he slowly steps closer to the cop.

"You... Changed him..." The cops eyes widen.

"I made him better." Erik continues to step closer to the officer.

The officer looks deep in thought, so Erik takes his shot. He charges the cop, knocking the gun out of his hand and pinning him to the wall. Erik towers over him as he holds the man's skrawny arms against the wall of the gas station.

"Change me!" The cop says.

"What?" Erik asks, genuinely confused.

"Whatever you did to him, I want you to do it to me."

"Why?"

"Nobody takes me seriously." The cop looks up at Erik. "I want to be strong like you, confident like you."

"It's not that simple. I need someone as a template." Erik admits.

"Make me the man of your dreams. No template."

Erik thinks for a moment. It just might work. While still pinning the man to the wall, Erik leans in for a kiss. He starts to imagine the perfect man in his arms, just the thought makes him hard.

Erik opens his eyes to see the cop has already begun to grow. His uniform tightens around his growing biceps and swelling pecs as the buttons pop off one by one. His uniform falls to the ground in shreds, showing off leather straps around his chest while a thick pelt of hair covers nearly every inch of his body.

Erik smiles as he awaits his perfect man, but his patience wears thin. As the cops face starts to age, Erik throats off his clothes and leans in for another kiss. The bristles of the cops new beard tickle his lips as they lock.

He pins the cop with his face against the wall, and pulls out his dick.

"You're under arrest." He smiles as he forces the cop to the ground.

The cop continues to grow, outgrowing Erik with thick arms, a bloated belly, and a perky ass.

"Don't try to resist." Erik climbs on top of the cop.

The cop gasps as Erik penetrates him, and with every thrust, he grows. His biceps swell and his dick nearly doubles in size, all while he ages into his forties, growing wrinkles on his forehead and grey hairs behind his receding hairline.

He moans in a gruff voice as Erik speeds up, thrusting all his weight on him. Erik grunts louder and louder until he releases his seed into the cop, bloating his muscle gut even more.

Erik rises to his feet, only now realizing the cop is sporting a leather vest and tight leather pants. He helps the cop to his feet, watching as the man now towers over him.

"I think you rearranged my organs." The cop laughs.

"It's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you when we get home." Erik grabs him by the hand and drags him to his motorcycle.

It had been one year since Danny started working for his dad's construction company. It wasn't ideal, but he needed a job after he graduated and this was a temporary solution until he could get a job in business.

Danny opened the door of his truck, instantly feeling the chill in the air. Spring had been awfully cold, it seemed to be getting everyone sick, even his father had called in sick this morning. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on before putting on his hard hat.

"Hey bud *cough* how ya doin?" His foreman, Mike, asked Danny as he walked into the site.

"I'm good, you?"

"I'm alright, *cough* I think I caught something." He said between fits of coughing.

"Maybe you wouldn't be sick if you ever wore a jacket." Danny joked as he tugged on his foreman's thin T-shirt.

"What are you, my dad?" Mike chuckled.

The morning was a bit boring, but the work went by fast. They were nearly done excavating for an extension to a fancy looking laboratory. Danny overheard Mike talking about it being some well funded government deal, but it was too boring to bother paying attention to it.

It was only a couple hours into his shift when Danny felt a tingle in the back of his throat. It started small, something that would go away when he cleared his throat, but it quickly worsened. He tried holding in the coughs, but it didn't work. His face grew more and more red before he burst out into a cough.

"You okay, bud?" Mike asked.

Danny didn't speak, he couldn't speak. He flashed a thumbs up, but he wasn't okay. He suddenly felt burning hot and his skin became irritated. Clearly flustered, he stumbled towards his truck and closed himself inside it.

The coughing started to slow down just enough for him to catch his composure, but he still felt a burning heat welling in his stomach. He felt his shirt tighten around his midsection, and upon looking down, he noticed his stomach rising. He didn't even know how to react as his flat stomach swelled into a modest belly.

"What the fuck..."

Danny placed his hand on his stomach, feeling it sink into the soft fat that bulged out in front of him. He barely had time to react as the rest of his body also began to change. His strong pecs grew both with muscle and fat, pressing tightly against his shirt while not quite losing their shape. He could feel his arms fill out the sleeves of his shirt, constricting tightly around his thick biceps as his hands grew strong and meaty.

"Fuck yeah!" Danny laughed as he flexed his massive arms.

Similar to his arms, his legs started to thicken, filling out the space in his jeans. His ass grew wide and perky, straining his belt as his thighs threatened to burst through his pants. He even felt his feet curl up as they outgrew his boots.

Danny relaxed as the changes seemed to slow. Out of curiosity, he pulled down the sunshade to check himself in the mirror. It was hard to see his body in the tiny mirror, but he noticed something off about his face. His face had filled out, with a slight double chin peeking below his softer jawline, but it wouldn't be visible for long. Thick black hairs sprouted all over his clean shaven face, weaving into a bushy beard that covered his jawline. Even more shocking was when most of the hairs turned grey all the while his features began to age. Wrinkles formed around his eyes and on his forehead, and he could feel his hairline receding slightly.

He sat there, slack jawed as he stared at his bulky middle aged body in the mirror. But the shock didn't last long before his expression turned to satisfaction.

"Lookin' good, big guy." Danny said to himself in the mirror. He was shocked by how his deep voice boomed through the empty truck.

He made different expressions in the mirror and flexed his thick muscles, finding a deep attraction to his own dad bod. But his modeling session was cut short when someone swung the truck door open.

- Meanwhile -

Ring Ring!

Pete woke abruptly to his phone ringing. He slowly rolled out of his husband's arms and reached to grab his phone.

"What?" Pete answered, clearly annoyed.

"Well you're in a lovely mood." The voice on the other side mocked.

"This is my day off, why are you calling me this early."

"This is urgent. The alarm went off at one of our labs and none of the researchers are answering their phones. I need you to check and see if everything is fine." The man asked, seemingly stressed.

"Why me?" Pete argued, still groggy.

"The lab is right down the street from your house. I'm on my way now, but you can get there faster than I can. I just need you to make sure there isn't a leak. The research in that lab cannot get out!"

"Jeez, okay. I can be there in a couple minutes."

Pete hung up his phone and jumped out of bed. He threw on his uniform and gave his husband a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye John, I'll be back soon."

He quickly sneaks out of the room, throws on his boots, and heads out the door.

For a cold Spring morning, the sun was beading down really hard on Pete. He threw on some sunglasses and rolled up his sleeves as strolled down the sidewalk.

After a couple minutes of walking, he could already see the lab down the street. Luckily, it didn't look like there was anything wrong from where he was, no fire, no panic.

Once Pete got closer, he tried looking for something out of the ordinary, but the only thing that looked out of place was some construction going on outside the lab building. He walked into the site to see an older guy standing alone.

"Hello, sir." Pete caught the man's attention. "Are you the foreman?"

"Yes sir." The man reached out for a handshake. "Name's Mike."

"Mike... Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary around this building?" Pete asked.

"Ugh... No not really. Though I've had a pretty nasty cough since I got here, it seems to be hittin' my boys harder than me tho."

"And where would they be?" Pete questioned.

"One just went to take a piss and the other went over to his truck." Mike pointed to Danny's truck. "He's been in there a while now, I'm starting to get worried."

"I'll go talk to him." Pete said as he walked over to the truck.

He peeked through the window and saw an older man, around Mike's age. Pete knocked on the window, but couldn't seem to catch the man's attention, so he yanked the door open.

The man stumbled out of the truck, still coughing up a lung. Pete stepped back, trying not to get run over by the larger man. He tried to calm the man down, but he continued to cough right in Pete's face.

It wouldn't be long before Pete felt a tingle in the back of his throat. The sensation quickly grew into a violent cough, and with each cough, his chest rose. His pecs swelled until they ripped through his shirt, revealing a broad and hairy chest underneath. His arms thickened until his sleeves ripped in half while a thick pelt of hair grew over his arms, all the way down to his thick man hands.

"What is happening...to me?" Pete struggled to keep his balance.

He pants also tore in dramatic fashion as he stepped up onto a nearby picnic table, leaving him in nothing but a tight jockstrap and boots. His ass perked up and his thighs grew to the point that they rubbed together when he walked.

Unbeknownst to Pete, his face had also begun to change. His five o'clock shadow grew into a small beard while his nose grew and his eyes wrinkled.

"Pete!?" A familiar voice called out.

Pete looked up and smiled as he saw a familiar face.

"What's up boss?" He asks in a mature gruff voice.

"My god..." The man's eyes widened. "It's too late."

"What are ya talkin' about, bud." Pete asked as he approached his boss.

"It leaked. It can't be contained, it'll just keep spreading." The man spiraled.

"Relax, buddy. I'm sure it'll be fi-"

Pete paused mid sentence before coughing directly into his boss's face. It didn't take long for him to start growing out of his clothes, but Pete barely noticed, his mind seemed somewhere else.

"John!" He shouted before running back towards his house.

It became harder and harder to run as his body continued to grow. His stomach swelled with every breath, quickly becoming a solid beer gut. His shoulders broadened as a thick layer of fat grew over his pecs.

Meanwhile, his body continued to age. His growing beard started to go grey as his hairline receded all the way back, leaving a thin ring of hair left under his hat. His body hair became more dense as it too started to go grey.

The pressure on his aging knees grew as his height soared past 6 and half feet, making him slow down to a brisk jog. He could feel the growing fat in his body bounce with every step he took, and for some reason, it made him horny. His growing cock strained against his tiny jockstrap, begging for release, but he couldn't just yet.

He stumbled into his house, having to duck just to fit through the door. And just as he slammed the door behind him, his throbbing cock burst through the jockstrap, leaking with pre cum.

He ran upstairs and barged into his room, but John wasn't there. Panicked, he rummaged through his wardrobe for some clothes that would fit and found his father's old jeans. They're a bit short for him, but fit perfectly around his larger waist.

He walks back downstairs and sees his husband in the backyard, but something's off. Getting closer, Pete sees a much bulkier and hairier version of his husband barbecuing out back.

The sight of his handsome husband only made his cock leak even more.

He slid the glass door open and approached John. Pete slid his arms around his waist, pinching his soft belly as his rock hard dick pressed against the back of John's American flag speedo.

"Hey, Babe." Pete said as he rubbed his beard on the back of John's neck. "You're lookin' handsome."

Pete lifted John's round belly and let it drop, sending ripples through his soft body.

"I thought you'd like to see this ass in a speedo." John laughed between coughs. "None of my other clothes fit anyway."

"You're a hell of a lot sexier when none of your clothes fit." Pete said as he kissed the back of his neck.

"I bet you can't wait to see me to grow out of this." John flirted.

"I'm sure I won't have to wait long."

- Epilogue -

"Breaking News! A strange outbreak has been taking over New York. Reports suggest that it is a viral infection that is airborne and only infects men, though early accounts suggest that men above the age of 40 are asymptomatic. Their symptoms include a drastic increase in testosterone, characterized by fat and muscle gain, faster growth of body hair, increased libido, and rapid aging. The government has put in early efforts to prevent the spread, but the infection is spreading faster tha-" The news anchor paused as his focus shifted to someone behind the camera. "What are you doing here.... Hey, who are you, you can be in here... Wait... Don't... *Cough cough*"

"What are you watching, Babe?" John asked as he snuggled up beside Pete.

"Just the news. Watch this nerd grow out of his clothes." Pete let out a hearty laugh as the anchorman succumbed to the infection, growing into a fat dad.

John chuckled as he reached to grab some of Pete's popcorn. He took a big handful and stuffed into his mouth when suddenly, his speedo snapped in half.

"Told ya I wouldn't have to wait long." Pete smiled while rubbing John's growing belly.

You woke up to the sound of footsteps against the hardwood flooring. Your head was pulsing with pain and the morning light burned your eyes when you tried to open them. All you could make out was the silhouettes of three guys across the room from you.

You tried to get up, but thick ropes restrained your hands and feet to the chair you were sitting on.

"What the hell?" You groaned.

You managed to open your eyes enough to see properly. Two of your frat bros were stood across the room talking to some man you didn't recognize, even weirder was the fact that the man was completely naked.

The more information you gathered, the stranger your situation got. Why were you tied up, who's the naked stranger, what happened last night. Your mind started to race.

You got bits and pieces of memories from the night before. You remember it being a graduation party for the frat, but all you could recall was that you started drinking and socializing before waking up here.

Your attention was redirected when you noticed the mysterious man started to touch your frat bros, and in, like, a gay way. He was feeling up their bodies like he was appreciating a piece of art. That was when things seriously got weird. Your frat bros started to grow as the man touched them. Their shirts tightened around their arms and chest, causing the fabric to strain before ripping open. Their already strong bodies looked even more jacked than ever, with a thick coating of hair covering their chests and stomachs, which was weird given the fact that you knew they shaved often.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest, this had to be a dream, right? How could they not react to their bodies growing out of their clothes in the span of mere seconds. They just stood there with blank expressions.

It didn't stop there though, the man kept shaping them like they were an art project for him. You watched as your 20 something year olds frat bros start to go grey. Their dark brown hair became salt and pepper as they both start to go bald. One of them had his hairline recede back further and further until there's nothing but a short band of hair around the back of his head while the other had his hair thin on top, just on the cusp of balding. It wasn't just the hair either, their faces wrinkled and weathered as if they'd lived 30 years in the span of seconds. All topped off by greying facial hair covering their softer jawlines.

They looked older than your own father. That's when it came back to you, what happened last night. An older guy walked into the party, he stood out like a sore thumb, being around your dad's age in a house full of 20 year olds. You're not gay or anything, but even you could admit this man was handsome. Short grey hair with a groomed mustache and wearing some expensive looking business casual clothes. A real silver fox. You chatted with him for a bit, sharing a drink with him, but that's as far as you could recall.

Your frat bros continued to transform. Their defined abs swelled into beer bellies and their flat asses fattened into two perky globes that quickly ripped through their shorts. Their hairy round bellies contrasted with the chiselled body of the man transforming them.

The man stepped back for a moment, as if to admire his own work. He then pushed the two transformed frat bros together, snapping them out of their trance. You expected shock or fear to be their first reactions, but you couldn't be further from the truth. The two frat bros embraced, intently staring at each other for a moment before locking lips. One of them reached down and started groping the other man's cock and one wrapped his man hands around the other man's ass.

The older man started feeling up the transformed frat bros as they made out with each other. He then turned to face you, the first time he did so since you woke up.

Your jaw dropped as you realized it's the silver fox you met the night before, just without his fancy clothes on. He grabbed one of the frat bros by the cock while maintaining eye contact with you, as if to taunt you.