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Dumb-and-jocked Archive

(After the transformation; Demarcus on left and Anthony on right)

They called themselves the Odd Couple, although they weren't actually dating. It was kind of like the old TV show, but not really, since neither Anthony nor DeMarcus were neat freaks. Anthony was a twink, a gay twink, and DeMarcus was a straight jock. The two of them could not have been any more different, but they were great friends and had met when DeMarcus was new in town and had accidentally went into a gay bar when looking for bars to scope out women at.

Anthony had hit on him at first, but once he realized the situation, he went to his favorite non-gay bar with DeMarcus, and actually scored DeMarcus a one-night stand! The two of them kept in touch, and when DeMarcus's roommate moved out, he offered the spot to Anthony first, who accepted it without a second thought. Anthony would be lying if he said he didn't have a small crush on DeMarcus, but he was smart enough not to act on it and break up a good thing the two of them had.

However, Anthony had other problems in life, and one night during dinner, he bitched and moaned about it to DeMarcus. "My life is so fuckin' hard, D. First off, I'm gay, so there's everything around that, and most twinks and jocks and bears and DILFs don't wanna date a twink like me, and my job is so hectic I can only go out one night a week, and it's not even a weekend night so it's all a bunch of losers and freaks at the bars and clubs..." Anthony went on and on like this, but he ended on a slightly more positive note.

"I just wish I had your life, D, it seems so fuckin' easy. You can get any girl that you want, you can build muscle with minimal effort, and you have a job that actually allows to fuckin' have your weekends free!"

"It is pretty fuckin' easy being me!" DeMarcus laughed, although there were certainly some struggles that Anthony didn't need to know about. However, DeMarcus felt bad for Anthony regardless, and wanted to do something to cheer him up. He thought about renting a famous gay porn star for the night, or doing all of the chores for the week, or something like that. Just as he was about to go on rentmen.com, he remembered a gift that one of his fellow jock friends had given him a couple years back.

Thankfully, Anthony was out of the apartment at this time, so DeMarcus wouldn't have to explain unpacking nearly half of his closet to find the small box and the note the friend had given him. "Hey, DeMarcus, good luck on living in the big city! If you ever need a friend like you, find someone and give them this ring to wear. Soon enough, you'll have a best friend just like you!" Now, DeMarcus wasn't the smartest guy out there, but he was able to read between the lines and know approximately what might happen if he gave Anthony the ring. And considering that last night wasn't the first time Anthony had ranted like that, the ring would probably do him some good.

The next day, Anthony came home from work to find a ring box on the table. "Hey, D, is there something ya wanted to tell me!?" he yelled out. DeMarcus didn't respond, even though Anthony was sure that he saw his roommate's car in the parking lot. There was also a note under the ring box, in DeMarcus's handwriting. Anthony decided to sneak a peek at it, considering DeMarcus wasn't dating anybody, at least not anyone Anthony knew about. He was a bit shocked when he saw that the note was addressed to him.

"Anthony, I wanted to give you this ring after hearing what you said a couple nights ago. I promise you, once you put it on, it will make your life so much fuckin' easier. And, hey, if it doesn't work, it's a ring; you can just take it off! -D"

Anthony still wasn't too sure about all of this, but he rationalized that it wouldn't hurt to just put the ring on and see what happened. After all, like DeMarcus said, he could just take it off right after! He took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto his ring finger, knowing that he would probably have to change fingers in the future. He waited a few seconds, and nothing happened. Just as he was about to take the ring off, though, he felt a strange pain throughout his body. It wasn't like anything he had experienced before, and he quickly took a seat until it passed.

It would take a while to pass, though, since that strange pain was actually accelerated muscle growth happening all over. Even though it was all happening at the same time, Anthony noticed it in his arms first. The shirt he was wearing was long-sleeved and a bit tight. "Wait, what the fuck is going on!?" he screamed, as his biceps and other arm muscles had seemingly got visibly bigger within seconds. The shirt was actually starting to tear and rip a little bit as well, and it wasn't long at all before Anthony was sleeveless, with some bulging biceps.

He lifted up what was left of his shirt to see if the same thing was happening all over his body, and it was. By the time he had pulled up his shirt, all six of his abs had been formed and were clearly delineated. He had the beginning of some obliques as well, which Anthony found quite shocking, since he hadn't stepped foot in a gym in months, if not a couple years now! He took off his shirt and looked down to see that his pecs had ballooned in size as well. He originally had a flat chest, but now he had meaty, muscular, rounded pecs that protruded out from his body a fair amount.

"DeMarcus, what the fuck is this ring doing to me!?" Anthony screamed, hoping that his roommate was asleep or something and could eventually take off the ring and stop whatever was happening to him. By the time Anthony had yelled that out, his poor pants could no longer contain his newly massive tree trunk-sized legs, and his khakis were on the floor in tatters. His underwear was holding on for dear life as well, as his ass had become a bubble butt, juicy and plump. His cock had even grown a couple inches in length and about an inch in girth as well, causing a ridiculous but also pretty hot bulge at the front of his underwear.

It wasn't long after his pants were in tatters on the dining room floor that the strange pain went away. "Fuuuuuck," Anthony moaned, in a weird mix of relief and pleasure. He had always secretly wanted to be a jock, but didn't want to put in the effort that DeMarcus and other jocks did or abuse steroids. But the transformation, or whatever Anthony thought was happening to him, wasn't over just yet. The bodily pain was soon replaced by a searing headache, and Anthony was forced to sit back down again as some other changes occurred.

Unlike in some other transformation stories both Anthony and DeMarcus had read occasionally, there actually wasn't too much of a mental change. Anthony didn't really get dumber, but his mindset changed to one befitting a jock that lived a carefree and simple life, almost exactly like DeMarcus did. However, there was one dramatic change. Anthony was now straight, as straight as an arrow. He didn't even watch bisexual porn anymore. And finally, there were some small reality changes stemming from Anthony's transformation, such as the fact that everyone but DeMarcus would have always seen Anthony as the simple and carefree jock and he now had a job as a personal trainer and could set his own hours, for example.

The headache soon dissipated and Anthony was finally able to stand up and walk around again without feeling any kind of pain. Even he was affected by the reality change and now always thought he had been a carefree straight jock. Grindr and Scruff on his phone had been replaced with Tinder and Bumble, and it wasn't too long before DeMarcus arrived back home, having gone out with a friend using their car to celebrate the friend's birthday. He was shocked, but pleased, at the sight in front of him on their couch, a muscled Anthony who was swiping right on Tinder for women instead of tapping dudes on Grindr.

"Hey, Anthony, how's it going?" DeMarcus asked, plopping down right next to his roommate and now fellow jock.

"Going good, brah, can't complain. These bitches aren't matching with me, though, and I'm really fuckin' horny. Do you think we can go to the club tonight and see if we can pick up some chicks, maybe bring them back here for a foursome? No homo, though."

"Yeah, Anthony, that sounds like a plan." DeMarcus then looked at Anthony's hands. The ring was nowhere to be found. "Hey, strange question, but did you have a ring on earlier today?"

Chad rubbed his ten-inch cock through his pants as he waited for the Grindr profile to go live. The picture of him above was the first picture, and then the other four were him in various states of nudity and erection levels, including a picture he thought might not make it through moderation, of his cock tenting his already tight underwear straight up and even exposing a bit of his shaft. However, that surprisingly made it through, and a couple minutes later, using a burner account to check, he was on the grid.

As he expected, chats and taps came rolling in quite quickly. However, for a himbo like Chad, he was only looking for a specific group of men: nerds. And that was because Chad had discovered he had a special power. He could siphon people's IQ. Unfortunately, that didn't mean that it went to his brain; instead, the ephemeral concept floated in the ephemeral mist after the process was completed. But despite being a himbo, Chad was smart enough to know what his power entailed, and it wasn't long until he got his first "match".

Jonas was both a twink and a nerd, and he couldn't believe that somehow as hot and with such a big cock actually wanted to message him back.

"Are you real!!!???? I can't believe you wanna message someone like me!"

"Like, I'll let you in on a lil' secret, brah. I'm looking for nerds like you to get their cock sucked or get fucked. But it'll cost ya."

"Oh, so I need to pay to have sex with you?"

"No, no, not like that, brah. Like, you would give up some of your IQ to have sex with me, brah."

"Intriguing," Jonas replied. He wasn't too keen on losing some of his IQ, but he was so fuckin' horny, and Chad was so fuckin' hot. "Ok, I'll do it!" he added, rubbing his boner through his pants. Jonas and Chad then did the boring part of actually setting the meet up, and a few hours later, Jonas knocked on the door of Chad's apartment.

Chad answered the door wearing nothing but a jockstrap, and even then, it was already tenting and some of his shaft was showing. "Come inside, brah!" Chad said to the twinky nerd, who was now trying to hide his own boner. The apartment reeked of both sex and weed, but that only served to turn Jonas on even more.

"So, um, how exactly does this payment work?" Jonas asked. "I'm completely ready to give up some of my IQ to you, but it's not like I can just give it to you."

"Like, pull down ya fuckin' pants, brah. The way I drain IQ is by slurping out through a nerd's cock, brah."

"Oh, oh fuck," Jonas replied, even more turned on by the fact that he would be getting a blowjob from such a hot himbo, and he would be still be smart for at least some of it! However, he took too long to get undressed, and Chad did it for him, the boner springing out of the chinos and boxers that Jonas had wore to the hookup. Chad then dropped to his knees and started sucking.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!" Jonas moaned, as Chad expertly sucked him off. Jonas wasn't a virgin, but this was by far the best blowjob that he had ever received in his life. Chad knew exactly what he was doing with his tongue and occasionally rubbed Jonas' shaft with his hand to make sure that it was always fully hard. He also paid close attention to Jonas' balls and perineum as well, and it took less than a minute for the nerd to start leaking strings of precum from his dick.

And that was when the magic started to happen, almost literally. With every drop of precum that leaked out of Jonas' cock, a little bit of his IQ came with. Despite Chad swallowing most, if not all, of the precum, the IQ still didn't transfer to him, but he didn't mind. He loved making nerds dumb, and the fact that he had to have sex to do it made it even better. Unfortunately for him, but luckily for Jonas, it wasn't long after the precum started leaking from his cock that Jonas was ready to cum.

"Fuck, brah, I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" he announced. Chad barely moved as Jonas' cock twitched and globs of cum came out of it and went down his throat. The cumshot lasted for a surprisingly long time for a nerd with balls that small, but Chad swallowed every last drop. Eventually, he pulled away once Jonas' cock started to go flaccid in his mouth.

"So, like, brah, was it worth it?" Chad asked.

"Fuck yeah it was, brah! And I barely feel any more dumber!"

"Well, like, brah, it's totally up to ya if ya wanna leave now, but, like, I have some lube and condoms if ya wanna fuck me too."

"Uh, that's a cool offer, brah, but I think that if I give up even more of my intelligence, then, like, I won't be able to maintain my scholarship in college."

"Oh, like, okay, brah, that's tots fine!" Chad secretly loved draining out most of a nerd's IQ, but since there were so many factors outside of his control to the process, it didn't always happen. "But, like, tell ya friends about me, brah. Maybe, like, some of them will want this mouth, or like, ass, around their cocks, brah!"

"Oh, I know that they will!" Jonas then finished cleaning himself up and left the apartment, pleased at himself for having sex with such a hot himbo and not losing a lot of his IQ in the process! Quite a few of Jonas' nerdy friends took up Chad's offer, and the himbo was sucking off at least two nerds each day. However, one of Chad's favorite nerds that he sucked off didn't come from Jonas' friend group, or any other nerd's friend group for that matter.

Neil, a MENSA member, was scrolling through Grindr while in town for the annual MENSA conference when he came across Chad's square. He loved the pictures and sent a fire tap along with a quick little message. He never expected the hunky himbo to reply to him, and so quickly at that. The conversation was quite similar to the one Chad had with Jonas, and most of the other nerds he had hooked up with and drained their IQ. Neil was fine with losing a bit of his IQ, especially if it meant losing his virginity to such a hot himbo like Chad!

Unfortunately for Neil, but luckily for Chad this time, Neil was clinically diagnosed with hyperspermia. Unlike some of the fake videos that had circulated on X and Discord, Neil's balls were painfully full of cum and his cumshots were massive. He also leaked a good amount of pre-cum from his cock too. He was soon in Chad's apartment with his pants down, after the explanation that the IQ drain would come from sucking on his cock or leaking precum inside of Chad's ass.

Chad was pleasantly surprised at all of the precum leaking from Neil's dick as the blowjob happened. He knew that this nerd had been really smart to begin with, but with the amount of precum leaking from his dick, he was going to be dumber than Chad by the end of it. And the himbo was right. "Like, fuuuuuuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum, brah!" Neil announced, spraying an absolutely massive load down Chad's throat. The himbo was quite a bit shocked at just how much cum was being pumped out of this nerd's cock. He had heard of hyperspermia before, but had never had sex with a guy who actually had it.

He swallowed all of the cum from Neil's cock like a good himbo, and then looked at the nerd standing in front of him, with a goofy grin on his face, befitting a himbo like Chad. "So, like, brah, I was, like, wondering if I could, like, fuck ya, as well? Like, the blowjob was, like, tots amazing, but I, like, really wanna fuck a guy too!"

"But, like, brah, don't ya have that smart people conference to go to, brah?"

"Teeheehee! I think, like, however you got my IQ, brah, that, like, you drained too much of it, teeheehee! I'm, like, tots dumber now, and I don't, like, care, if I get even dumberer by fuckin' ya!"

"Like, okay, brah, if that's what ya really want, brah!" Chad then went and grabbed the lube and got into position to get fucked. Despite it being Neil's first time, Chad's hole was loose enough that Neil was able to slide inside easily enough, with some lube. He then pounded Chad's hole for a couple minutes, only fucking him in one position before he had to cum again. However, he had leaked out a copious amount of precum during that time as well, and after he filled Chad's ass with his seed, Chad probed to see just how dumb the MENSA nerd was now.

"So, like, was it worth it, brah?"

"Teeheehee, it was, like, tots worth it, brah, teeheehee! I so dumb now, teeheehee! Me, like, wanna go again, teeheehee!"

"Like, I don't know, brah, you're already, like, pretty fuckin' dumb as it is right now, and, like, I usually don't repeat customers."

Math Geek to Muscle God Jonah looked very much out of place. He was wearing a sports jacket that was a bit too big on him, and his pants were loose as well, even with the belt buckled tightly. That was even before he was compared to the other men of where he was standing, waiting for the lady at the desk to notice him. The gym was certainly not a place for someone looking like him, and the…

It wasn't a spam call but a spam text, which Bryson knew was much rarer. The message itself was also much more ominous than he was expecting. "For the next week, you will be unable to resist any and all commands spoken to you, no matter how frivolous they are." The texter then sent a FAQ page of all things, explaining to Bryson that if someone commanded him to gain muscle, for example, his body would be forced to obey and the muscles would grow. It was later clarified that commands like these did not happen instantaneously, but they did happen fast. He tried texting back to see if this was a wrong number or some kind of joke, but all of his texts didn't go through.

He brushed it off at first, not believing a simple text had the power to curse him. And besides, he didn't hit the gym, he hated going out in public in general, and most of the people he talked to were online, so the curse wouldn't activate anyways. About an hour or so later, Bryson's mom called, and so he naturally answered the phone. Only it wasn't his mom. "Stay shirtless at home," said one of those robotic voices fed through some type of machine. They hung up immediately after saying that, and Bryson wondered who would go through all the trouble to spoof his mom's phone number.

However, he had other things to worry about as he found himself taking off his shirt. "Hey, what's going on!?" he said to himself, as he was seemingly unable to stop himself from taking off his shirt. Try as he might, he was soon shirtless at home, and he couldn't put the shirt back on either. He could hold them in his hand, but some kind of weird force was preventing him from actually putting it on. "What the heck is going on here?" Bryson asked himself. The research he did led him nowhere, and his online friends were no help either.

Thankfully, for the next few days, Bryson was able to stay home and avoid speaking to anyone in-person. However, he was taking hybrid courses, which meant he had to go to the classroom on Friday to take a test, the day the curse was set to wear off. He tried to scurry across campus as fast as he could, hoodie on and head down. However, some people on campus who Bryson barely recognized apparently knew about his curse.

"I command you to no longer be ashamed about your body," said one of his female classmates, which Bryson actually found to be a bit nice. He had always felt shame over how his body looked, as he had been much skinnier than most of his peers. But now he felt comfortable in his body, and thankfully he was allowed to put on a shirt after stepping out of his house. The next command, though, wasn't one that Bryson enjoyed too much.

"I command you to have blonder hair," said one of the jocks on campus who had barely paid Bryson any attention the past four years. He took out his phone camera and watched as his brown hair got infused with some blonde highlights. It was a bit weird that someone just commanding that caused it to happen, and Bryson picked up the speed, trying to get to class before some more dramatic changes took place.

"I command you to be much more gregarious," said one of Bryson's fellow nerds, someone who knew how to use that word correctly. Bryson swore under his breath as he felt the changes taking place. His neck was forced into the upward position and a smile was plastered all over his face now. He waved at most of his fellow students, but thankfully, this command didn't cause him to automatically make a whole bunch of new friends on campus, so he could still rush to the classroom.

"Hey, Bry, I command you to wear some better clothing, brah!" Unfortunately for Bryson, since that command came from another jock on campus, Bryson's clothes changed to reflect the jock's views of "better." It included a backwards baseball cap and a t-shirt instead of the button-down he had been wearing. Bryson's khakis also changed into basketball shorts, and he felt his boxers change into a jockstrap as well. Even his shoes and socks changed, his dress socks and Sperrys becoming white ankle socks and Vans. He had thankfully reached the building his class was in now, but even before he got to the room, he fell victim to another command.

"I command you to look like a jock," said another one of his female classmates. Bryson was definitely freaking out now, as with every step he took, his muscles continued to grow and grow. By the time he had reached the classroom, he looked like a stereotypical jock on campus. He had nice squishy pecs that admittedly didn't protrude from his chest that much. His arms were also a bit less muscular than some other jocks, although his bicep peaks were lemon-sized now and definitely much bigger than they were before. He had a six-pack of abs, although not as chiseled as some of the other jocks' were. His legs got a bit more toned as well, and his ass was no longer as flat as it used to be.

Everybody noticed Bryson's change into a jock, but thankfully for him, he heard no commands while taking the test. He had studied quite a bit for this test, but he was so nervous and freaking out over the fact that someone could just command something of him at any time and it would be forced to happen that he didn't do as well on the test as he knew he could have, forgetting things he knew he had studied and messing some things up too. Thankfully, his teacher didn't grade them immediately after he handed them in, and he rushed out of the room, not wanting to hear any commands for the rest of the day.

The curse was set to wear off in a few hours, if it actually was a week that he had been cursed by the weird text. He had actually made it inside of his dorm when a group of students walked by. Bryson, and the rest of the students on campus, knew them as the himbos, the male bimbos, and unfortunately for Bryson, they had some commands for him. "I command you to be a dumb himbo slut, teeheehee!"

"Yeah, like, I command you to love working out and, like, getting swole, brah, eheheh!"

"I command you to, like, love having sex with other guys, especially, like, guys like us, eheheh!"

"I command you to, like, not worry about school and, like, only focus on working out and having sex, brah, eheheh!"

"Yeah, and, like, I command you to be, like, shirtless whenever possible, teeheehee!" Bryson then took his shirt off again mindlessly, but this time he was doing it with a smile on his face as the many aspects of becoming a himbo were becoming a part of his personality now. He was freaking out at the very beginning as his intelligence was being drained out of him and he gained some new hobbies and interests a bit forcefully. However, he soon had a dumb and goofy grin on his face as he realized just how much he loved working out and having sex with guys, especially guys like the hot group standing in front of him.

"Like, OMG, brahs, can I, like, join you guys at the club, eheheh?"

Watch Out! Teddy was excited, since college was going to be starting soon, and he would be back in academia. This was his first year at college, and the first time away from home for a long period of time. Despite his best efforts at getting a single this semester, the housing department paired him up with a jock. Teddy loved to study and proudly carried the moniker of “nerd” around with him, so…

(After the transformation; Demarcus on left and Anthony on right)

They called themselves the Odd Couple, although they weren't actually dating. It was kind of like the old TV show, but not really, since neither Anthony nor DeMarcus were neat freaks. Anthony was a twink, a gay twink, and DeMarcus was a straight jock. The two of them could not have been any more different, but they were great friends and had met when DeMarcus was new in town and had accidentally went into a gay bar when looking for bars to scope out women at.

Anthony had hit on him at first, but once he realized the situation, he went to his favorite non-gay bar with DeMarcus, and actually scored DeMarcus a one-night stand! The two of them kept in touch, and when DeMarcus's roommate moved out, he offered the spot to Anthony first, who accepted it without a second thought. Anthony would be lying if he said he didn't have a small crush on DeMarcus, but he was smart enough not to act on it and break up a good thing the two of them had.

However, Anthony had other problems in life, and one night during dinner, he bitched and moaned about it to DeMarcus. "My life is so fuckin' hard, D. First off, I'm gay, so there's everything around that, and most twinks and jocks and bears and DILFs don't wanna date a twink like me, and my job is so hectic I can only go out one night a week, and it's not even a weekend night so it's all a bunch of losers and freaks at the bars and clubs..." Anthony went on and on like this, but he ended on a slightly more positive note.

"I just wish I had your life, D, it seems so fuckin' easy. You can get any girl that you want, you can build muscle with minimal effort, and you have a job that actually allows to fuckin' have your weekends free!"

"It is pretty fuckin' easy being me!" DeMarcus laughed, although there were certainly some struggles that Anthony didn't need to know about. However, DeMarcus felt bad for Anthony regardless, and wanted to do something to cheer him up. He thought about renting a famous gay porn star for the night, or doing all of the chores for the week, or something like that. Just as he was about to go on rentmen.com, he remembered a gift that one of his fellow jock friends had given him a couple years back.

Thankfully, Anthony was out of the apartment at this time, so DeMarcus wouldn't have to explain unpacking nearly half of his closet to find the small box and the note the friend had given him. "Hey, DeMarcus, good luck on living in the big city! If you ever need a friend like you, find someone and give them this ring to wear. Soon enough, you'll have a best friend just like you!" Now, DeMarcus wasn't the smartest guy out there, but he was able to read between the lines and know approximately what might happen if he gave Anthony the ring. And considering that last night wasn't the first time Anthony had ranted like that, the ring would probably do him some good.

The next day, Anthony came home from work to find a ring box on the table. "Hey, D, is there something ya wanted to tell me!?" he yelled out. DeMarcus didn't respond, even though Anthony was sure that he saw his roommate's car in the parking lot. There was also a note under the ring box, in DeMarcus's handwriting. Anthony decided to sneak a peek at it, considering DeMarcus wasn't dating anybody, at least not anyone Anthony knew about. He was a bit shocked when he saw that the note was addressed to him.

"Anthony, I wanted to give you this ring after hearing what you said a couple nights ago. I promise you, once you put it on, it will make your life so much fuckin' easier. And, hey, if it doesn't work, it's a ring; you can just take it off! -D"

Anthony still wasn't too sure about all of this, but he rationalized that it wouldn't hurt to just put the ring on and see what happened. After all, like DeMarcus said, he could just take it off right after! He took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto his ring finger, knowing that he would probably have to change fingers in the future. He waited a few seconds, and nothing happened. Just as he was about to take the ring off, though, he felt a strange pain throughout his body. It wasn't like anything he had experienced before, and he quickly took a seat until it passed.

It would take a while to pass, though, since that strange pain was actually accelerated muscle growth happening all over. Even though it was all happening at the same time, Anthony noticed it in his arms first. The shirt he was wearing was long-sleeved and a bit tight. "Wait, what the fuck is going on!?" he screamed, as his biceps and other arm muscles had seemingly got visibly bigger within seconds. The shirt was actually starting to tear and rip a little bit as well, and it wasn't long at all before Anthony was sleeveless, with some bulging biceps.

He lifted up what was left of his shirt to see if the same thing was happening all over his body, and it was. By the time he had pulled up his shirt, all six of his abs had been formed and were clearly delineated. He had the beginning of some obliques as well, which Anthony found quite shocking, since he hadn't stepped foot in a gym in months, if not a couple years now! He took off his shirt and looked down to see that his pecs had ballooned in size as well. He originally had a flat chest, but now he had meaty, muscular, rounded pecs that protruded out from his body a fair amount.

"DeMarcus, what the fuck is this ring doing to me!?" Anthony screamed, hoping that his roommate was asleep or something and could eventually take off the ring and stop whatever was happening to him. By the time Anthony had yelled that out, his poor pants could no longer contain his newly massive tree trunk-sized legs, and his khakis were on the floor in tatters. His underwear was holding on for dear life as well, as his ass had become a bubble butt, juicy and plump. His cock had even grown a couple inches in length and about an inch in girth as well, causing a ridiculous but also pretty hot bulge at the front of his underwear.

It wasn't long after his pants were in tatters on the dining room floor that the strange pain went away. "Fuuuuuck," Anthony moaned, in a weird mix of relief and pleasure. He had always secretly wanted to be a jock, but didn't want to put in the effort that DeMarcus and other jocks did or abuse steroids. But the transformation, or whatever Anthony thought was happening to him, wasn't over just yet. The bodily pain was soon replaced by a searing headache, and Anthony was forced to sit back down again as some other changes occurred.

Unlike in some other transformation stories both Anthony and DeMarcus had read occasionally, there actually wasn't too much of a mental change. Anthony didn't really get dumber, but his mindset changed to one befitting a jock that lived a carefree and simple life, almost exactly like DeMarcus did. However, there was one dramatic change. Anthony was now straight, as straight as an arrow. He didn't even watch bisexual porn anymore. And finally, there were some small reality changes stemming from Anthony's transformation, such as the fact that everyone but DeMarcus would have always seen Anthony as the simple and carefree jock and he now had a job as a personal trainer and could set his own hours, for example.

The headache soon dissipated and Anthony was finally able to stand up and walk around again without feeling any kind of pain. Even he was affected by the reality change and now always thought he had been a carefree straight jock. Grindr and Scruff on his phone had been replaced with Tinder and Bumble, and it wasn't too long before DeMarcus arrived back home, having gone out with a friend using their car to celebrate the friend's birthday. He was shocked, but pleased, at the sight in front of him on their couch, a muscled Anthony who was swiping right on Tinder for women instead of tapping dudes on Grindr.

"Hey, Anthony, how's it going?" DeMarcus asked, plopping down right next to his roommate and now fellow jock.

"Going good, brah, can't complain. These bitches aren't matching with me, though, and I'm really fuckin' horny. Do you think we can go to the club tonight and see if we can pick up some chicks, maybe bring them back here for a foursome? No homo, though."

"Yeah, Anthony, that sounds like a plan." DeMarcus then looked at Anthony's hands. The ring was nowhere to be found. "Hey, strange question, but did you have a ring on earlier today?"

Xavier Boyleston walked into the doctor's office not knowing what to expect. He had signed up for an innovative muscle growth program that was still early on in its testing phases. Xavier had always wanted to gain muscle, but could never seem to put it on. Even at 27 he was not nearing twink death anytime soon. That was weirdly good in a way, since most smart jocks or muscle-heads were looked down upon. Xavier was a proud member of MENSA and had his Ph.D. in astrophysics.

He meekly walked up to the front desk. There was a busty blonde receptionist working there, but Xavier wasn't turned on in the slightest. He was gay as an arrow, to turn that expression on its head. "Uh, hello, my name is Xavier Boyleston and I'm here for the, uh, muscle growth trial?"

"Ah, yes, of course, darling!" the receptionist replied. "Here's some paperwork to fill out and the doctors will call ya in soon!" Xavier took the paperwork and sat down at one of the many chairs in the waiting area. Most of the paperwork was boilerplate stuff, but he was a bit puzzled when he got to the side effects portion of the packet. There were surprisingly no listed side effects, but instead a blanket statement.

"This procedure is 100% guaranteed to increase muscle mass by over 100%. However, at this time, we are unclear on what side effects may be caused by this new procedure. Patients have reported a variety of different side effects that may be a result of this procedure but require further disentangling of other factors that may be at play. As always, please proceed with caution with this mostly untested procedure. The hospital and doctors are not held liable for any averse side effects that you may encounter during the course of treatment. Some side effects are irreversible, and muscle growth will remain steady with a constant diet and minimal exercise."

Xavier was now having second thoughts about this whole thing. While it would be fantastic to have a lot more muscle, he wasn't too keen on strange side effects. However, after doing a quick risk-benefit analysis in his head, he decided that it was worth the risk. He signed on that page and finished up the paperwork around the same time he was called into the doctor's office. He handed the paperwork to the tech and then the team of doctors walked in. Surprisingly, they were not behind schedule, something that Xavier had experienced quite a few times before.

"Hello, Xavier, and thank you for being part of our innovative muscle growth clinical trial!" said the head doctor. "Right now, we will need you to strip completely naked to get some measurements, which includes penile length and girth. I just like to get that out early on, as even though the procedure does not affect the penis directly, a very common side effect is penile enhancement. You can keep your pants and underwear during the procedure, but due to the electrode placement, it is best if your socks and shoes remain off."

"Um, okay," Xavier said, as he did what the doctors told him to do. While this wasn't the first name he would be naked in a doctor's office, or at least showing off his genitals to doctors, this was the first time his cock was going to measured by a medical professional. It was a bit weird, but thankfully he didn't have to get erect, and the rest of the measurements were almost like getting tailored for a suit. That process didn't take too long, and then it was time for the procedure to finally start.

Xavier sat down on a surprisingly comfy chair after putting his pants and underwear back on. He remained shirtless as electrodes were placed on various parts of his body, including his arms, legs, pecs, and abs. One of the doctors then said something before turning the electrode machine on. "This is your final chance to back out, Xavier. As your paperwork notes, side effects are very common for this procedure and are all but irreversible. We can't guarantee if any particular side effect may occur, and as a reminder, we cannot be held liable for any negative changes that may happen."

"I understand," Xavier noted. "Let's do this!" he added, with a giant smile on his face. He didn't know what the side effects might be, but he could live through them. He just wanted to be insanely muscular, and this procedure would do that for him. The machine was then turned on, and Xavier felt a tingling sensation all throughout his body but especially in his muscles as the procedure started and muscle mass was starting to be gained. It was paradoxically slow and steady yet quick, lasting a couple hours but the end result was going to be a dramatic change from what Xavier's body was like in the beginning.

The doctors then left the room but had access to CCTV footage of the room in case there were any adverse side effects that needed medical attention. The whirring of the electrodes and the tingling sensation were actually quite nice, and Xavier soon fell asleep while undergoing the procedure. While he was asleep, his muscles grew and grew. His flat pecs became thick and juicy, he gained a visible six-pack of abs, his biceps, triceps, and other arm muscles grew dramatically in size, and his legs started to look like tree trunks instead of chicken legs. There was most certainly a dramatic change in muscle growth from beginning to end of the procedure, and the above photo was a snapshot taken from the CCTV footage just before the doctors walked in to wake him up.

The head doctor shook him slightly, which jolted the twink-turned-muscle hunk wide awake. "Like, OMG, I'm fuckin' ripped, teeheehee!" he exclaimed.

"Shit," said one of the doctors.

"Like, what's wrong, doc? I think, like, the procedure worked, teeheehee! I'm, like, a total fuckin' stud now!"

"Xavier, what's 49 times 7 divided by the square root of 36?"

"Uh, um, like, I don't know, doc, teeheehee! All that smart stuff is for nerds!"

"But you used to be a nerd," one of the doctors muttered under their breath.

"Okay, so some of the side effects are coming to light," the head doctor said, as he began removing the electrodes from Xavier's body. "The muscle growth worked as well as we expected, but it appears as though the muscle growth procedure had a deleterious effect on your intelligence, Xavier."

"Huh?" Xavier said. "Like, don't use such big words, doc, teeheehee!"

"You're fuckin' dumber than a bag of bricks now!" screamed the doctor who had muttered under his breath before. He was escorted from the room by one of the nurses as the remaining doctors did some more tests. One test was checking on Xavier's cock length and girth. The head doctor didn't even need to refer to the measurements to know that there was definitely some enhancement down there as well.

"It would appear as though one of the side effects was penile enhancement as well, Xavier. We recommend buying looser underwear as to not restrict blood flow to the penis and testicles moving forward."

"Like, just call them cock and balls, doc, teeheehee! And, like, it won't affect my chances with the ladies, right? Like, nothing's wrong right now?"

"Well, uh, um," the head doctor stuttered, remembering from the paperwork that Xavier was gay. "There are no problems with your genitalia at this time, Xavier. But I would like to clarify one thing, Xavier. You had mention, uh, 'ladies' just now. We thought you were exclusively gay."

"Well, uh, like no offense to gays, teeheehee, but I'm, like, totally into women! I love their big breasts and tight pussies and their thick luscious blonde hair and plump fuckable asses and like everything else about them!"

"Oh," said the rest of the doctors in unison, as one of them added sexuality change to the list of side effects. Thankfully, as the doctors went through some more tests, there were no other major side effects. However, the gay nerdy twink with a small cock was no longer; Xavier was now a straight jock muscle hunk with a cock that could easily impregnate any woman that he wanted. The busty blonde receptionist was quite flustered when Xavier walked out wearing tight clothes that definitely showed off all of his new muscles. Xavier himself was eye-fucking the receptionist as he walked up to her window.

"Like, the docs wanna see me in, like, a couple weeks to check up on me," he said.

Xavier Boyleston walked into the doctor's office not knowing what to expect. He had signed up for an innovative muscle growth program that was still early on in its testing phases. Xavier had always wanted to gain muscle, but could never seem to put it on. Even at 27 he was not nearing twink death anytime soon. That was weirdly good in a way, since most smart jocks or muscle-heads were looked down upon. Xavier was a proud member of MENSA and had his Ph.D. in astrophysics.

He meekly walked up to the front desk. There was a busty blonde receptionist working there, but Xavier wasn't turned on in the slightest. He was gay as an arrow, to turn that expression on its head. "Uh, hello, my name is Xavier Boyleston and I'm here for the, uh, muscle growth trial?"

"Ah, yes, of course, darling!" the receptionist replied. "Here's some paperwork to fill out and the doctors will call ya in soon!" Xavier took the paperwork and sat down at one of the many chairs in the waiting area. Most of the paperwork was boilerplate stuff, but he was a bit puzzled when he got to the side effects portion of the packet. There were surprisingly no listed side effects, but instead a blanket statement.

"This procedure is 100% guaranteed to increase muscle mass by over 100%. However, at this time, we are unclear on what side effects may be caused by this new procedure. Patients have reported a variety of different side effects that may be a result of this procedure but require further disentangling of other factors that may be at play. As always, please proceed with caution with this mostly untested procedure. The hospital and doctors are not held liable for any averse side effects that you may encounter during the course of treatment. Some side effects are irreversible, and muscle growth will remain steady with a constant diet and minimal exercise."

Xavier was now having second thoughts about this whole thing. While it would be fantastic to have a lot more muscle, he wasn't too keen on strange side effects. However, after doing a quick risk-benefit analysis in his head, he decided that it was worth the risk. He signed on that page and finished up the paperwork around the same time he was called into the doctor's office. He handed the paperwork to the tech and then the team of doctors walked in. Surprisingly, they were not behind schedule, something that Xavier had experienced quite a few times before.

"Hello, Xavier, and thank you for being part of our innovative muscle growth clinical trial!" said the head doctor. "Right now, we will need you to strip completely naked to get some measurements, which includes penile length and girth. I just like to get that out early on, as even though the procedure does not affect the penis directly, a very common side effect is penile enhancement. You can keep your pants and underwear during the procedure, but due to the electrode placement, it is best if your socks and shoes remain off."

"Um, okay," Xavier said, as he did what the doctors told him to do. While this wasn't the first name he would be naked in a doctor's office, or at least showing off his genitals to doctors, this was the first time his cock was going to measured by a medical professional. It was a bit weird, but thankfully he didn't have to get erect, and the rest of the measurements were almost like getting tailored for a suit. That process didn't take too long, and then it was time for the procedure to finally start.

Xavier sat down on a surprisingly comfy chair after putting his pants and underwear back on. He remained shirtless as electrodes were placed on various parts of his body, including his arms, legs, pecs, and abs. One of the doctors then said something before turning the electrode machine on. "This is your final chance to back out, Xavier. As your paperwork notes, side effects are very common for this procedure and are all but irreversible. We can't guarantee if any particular side effect may occur, and as a reminder, we cannot be held liable for any negative changes that may happen."

"I understand," Xavier noted. "Let's do this!" he added, with a giant smile on his face. He didn't know what the side effects might be, but he could live through them. He just wanted to be insanely muscular, and this procedure would do that for him. The machine was then turned on, and Xavier felt a tingling sensation all throughout his body but especially in his muscles as the procedure started and muscle mass was starting to be gained. It was paradoxically slow and steady yet quick, lasting a couple hours but the end result was going to be a dramatic change from what Xavier's body was like in the beginning.

The doctors then left the room but had access to CCTV footage of the room in case there were any adverse side effects that needed medical attention. The whirring of the electrodes and the tingling sensation were actually quite nice, and Xavier soon fell asleep while undergoing the procedure. While he was asleep, his muscles grew and grew. His flat pecs became thick and juicy, he gained a visible six-pack of abs, his biceps, triceps, and other arm muscles grew dramatically in size, and his legs started to look like tree trunks instead of chicken legs. There was most certainly a dramatic change in muscle growth from beginning to end of the procedure, and the above photo was a snapshot taken from the CCTV footage just before the doctors walked in to wake him up.

The head doctor shook him slightly, which jolted the twink-turned-muscle hunk wide awake. "Like, OMG, I'm fuckin' ripped, teeheehee!" he exclaimed.

"Shit," said one of the doctors.

"Like, what's wrong, doc? I think, like, the procedure worked, teeheehee! I'm, like, a total fuckin' stud now!"

"Xavier, what's 49 times 7 divided by the square root of 36?"

"Uh, um, like, I don't know, doc, teeheehee! All that smart stuff is for nerds!"

"But you used to be a nerd," one of the doctors muttered under their breath.

"Okay, so some of the side effects are coming to light," the head doctor said, as he began removing the electrodes from Xavier's body. "The muscle growth worked as well as we expected, but it appears as though the muscle growth procedure had a deleterious effect on your intelligence, Xavier."

"Huh?" Xavier said. "Like, don't use such big words, doc, teeheehee!"

"You're fuckin' dumber than a bag of bricks now!" screamed the doctor who had muttered under his breath before. He was escorted from the room by one of the nurses as the remaining doctors did some more tests. One test was checking on Xavier's cock length and girth. The head doctor didn't even need to refer to the measurements to know that there was definitely some enhancement down there as well.

"It would appear as though one of the side effects was penile enhancement as well, Xavier. We recommend buying looser underwear as to not restrict blood flow to the penis and testicles moving forward."

"Like, just call them cock and balls, doc, teeheehee! And, like, it won't affect my chances with the ladies, right? Like, nothing's wrong right now?"

"Well, uh, um," the head doctor stuttered, remembering from the paperwork that Xavier was gay. "There are no problems with your genitalia at this time, Xavier. But I would like to clarify one thing, Xavier. You had mention, uh, 'ladies' just now. We thought you were exclusively gay."

"Well, uh, like no offense to gays, teeheehee, but I'm, like, totally into women! I love their big breasts and tight pussies and their thick luscious blonde hair and plump fuckable asses and like everything else about them!"

"Oh," said the rest of the doctors in unison, as one of them added sexuality change to the list of side effects. Thankfully, as the doctors went through some more tests, there were no other major side effects. However, the gay nerdy twink with a small cock was no longer; Xavier was now a straight jock muscle hunk with a cock that could easily impregnate any woman that he wanted. The busty blonde receptionist was quite flustered when Xavier walked out wearing tight clothes that definitely showed off all of his new muscles. Xavier himself was eye-fucking the receptionist as he walked up to her window.

"Like, the docs wanna see me in, like, a couple weeks to check up on me," he said.

"Oooh, oooh, FUUUUCK!" Johnny moaned as he shot his second load of the day all over his chest. His chest was very much unlike the one he had just busted to. Johnny was a small twink, nearly stick-thin and with only the bare amount of muscle needed to live. The guys that Johnny were into were much more muscular than him, bodybuilders and fitness influencers. He knew that he would never have a shot with him, even the few ones who were actually gay, and so he deigned himself to jerking off to shirtless photos of those hunks.

Soon after cleaning up his mess and putting some clothes back on, he got a text from a spam number. Normally he would have opened it just to delete it and mark it as spam in the system, but the body of the text intrigued him. "Looking to get buff and get bitches? Then come join your local branch of BRO! BRO is a deluxe gym made for individuals just like you, who want to become the hunk of everyone's dreams! If you're interested, go to this address today and show them this code for a free one-month membership: ALPHABRO!" There was a local address in the text message as well. Johnny wondered if this was truly a scam or if someone had been stalking him or something like that.

However, when he typed the address in his maps app, it did come up as BRO Gym. Johnny knew that a one-month membership probably wasn't going to make him a hunk that he would jerk off too, but it wouldn't hurt to at least try, and besides, his computer engineering job paid handsomely and was a work-from-home gig, so he could afford to hit the gym, both literally and figuratively! After finishing up a couple work tasks, Johnny drove himself over to BRO Gym. The parking lot in front of the gym was surprisingly empty. Johnny knew that that wasn't a good sign, but against his better judgment, decided to walk into the gym.

The gym was set up a bit oddly, with the front desk separated from the gym itself. A hunky blonde stud wearing a BRO-branded t-shirt smiled at Johnny as he walked over to the front desk.

"Wassup, dude! Welcome to BRO Gym, where we make men into BROs! How can I help ya today, dude?"

"Well, uh, I want to sign up. I got a text with a code for a membership deal. Here, just let me pull it up, it's, uh, ALPHABRO, all caps."

"Excellent, thanks, dude!" The hunk and Johnny then exchanged some more information and Johnny was soon signed up with a one-month free membership. The hunk had some additional directions for Johnny, which he thought were a bit odd. "Here's your BRO tank top, Johnny! We ask that you wear it in the gym at all times; it's, like, our dress code, dude! And we also have a fire playlist that management asks all new gym goers to listen to. If you give me your phone, I can easily upload it to your favorite music app."

"Um, okay, yeah, I guess," Johnny responded, not exactly sure why management wanted a specific playlist to be listened to by all new gym goers, but he had high hopes for BRO Gym and if he wanted to be a part of it, then he had to follow their weird rules. The hunk added the playlist to his music app, and then told Johnny to enter the locker room to his right. The twink did just that and found it that it was completely empty. It was pristinely clean as well, but devoid of any other guys. Johnny chalked it up to being the middle of the work day for most people and got to changing.

The tank top was comically oversized on him, hanging to almost his knees. It wasn't going to cause much of a problem, though, since Johnny wasn't planning on doing much that would make his shirt bunch up a lot. He expected there to be a bunch more people actually working out in the gym itself, but he seemed to be the only one there. That weirded him out even more, but Johnny didn't leave just yet. He wanted to at least get one workout in before deciding BRO Gym just wasn't for him.

He soon started the playlist that had been downloaded onto his phone. Johnny was a bit old-school and still used wired earplugs, which meant he had to be a little more careful with his phone and where the wires were, but it was a small price to pay for better audio, or so he thought. He walked over to the weights and picked the lightest ones he could find. As he was lifting the weights without much thought put into what muscles he was actually working out, the playlist suddenly changed from some up-tempo pumped up music to a soothing lilting voice.

"Welcome to BRO Gym. Our job at BRO Gym is to make you into a BRO. To do that, you just need to keep listening to my voice as you workout. Working out makes you feel good, but listening to my voice and obeying my commands make you feel even better. You want to get big, don't you, BRO? You want to fill out that tank top, fill out those shorts you're wearing, isn't that right? You will become a BRO if you just keep listening to my voice and working out."

Johnny was even more weirded out by the voice at first, but the soothing hypnotic undertones quickly got to him and he continued to listen to the voice as he lifted the weights still. However, strangely enough, the hypnosis was working some kind of magic on him. There was clear evidence now of muscle growth in just minutes of working out, and the muscle growth was all over Johnny's body, just not in his arms, which would have been the expected place for any muscle growth, if that. As it turned on, it wasn't exactly magical hypnosis that caused the muscle growth, but something else.

"Here at BRO Gym, you will be breathing in a special mixture created by our founders. It's odorless but has substantial effects on your journey to becoming a BRO. You only need to keep working out for one gym session to become a BRO, and then you'll stay a BRO forever. However, there are some side effects to being a BRO. One is that there will be a drop in intelligence. However, many men and women love dumb BROs, so it is a small price to pay to become a BRO!"

Johnny continued listening as the hypnotic vocals continued and so did the muscle growth. He was definitely filling in his tank top now, which was getting to be more of a normal length, as his pecs ballooned and his abs became visible and chiseled. His arms were increasing in sizes as well, from his newly rounded shoulders all the way down to his triceps. His glutes and back were gaining some solid mass as well, and his shorts were well on their way to become tight short shorts based on Johnny's muscle growth.

"There is another, more unfortunate, side effect of the mixture that makes you into a BRO. Since the mixture is based off of a selection of steroids, one of the side effects that we could not ameliorate was cock shrinking. BROs have lost considerable length and girth in their cocks, and the biggest cock we have seen in a fully changed BRO is two inches fully erect. However, don't despair! One cool and interesting side effect of the BRO mixture is that your ass is now self-lubricating, just like a pussy! Many BROs refer to their ass as a pussy now anyway, so it works out for the best!"

Johnny was still lifting weights as the muscle growth and other changes continued to happen. By now, he had reached about the size he was at in the picture he would take in the locker room in a few more minutes' time. The tank top was now stretched over his frame, with massive traps and delts and practically every other muscle you could name bulging out. He definitely looked like a BRO now, but one thing that Johnny hadn't realized yet was his lack of a bulge. It would have been quite obvious in the insanely tight shorts he had on now thanks to his tree trunks of legs, but unfortunately, he wasn't one of the lucky ones who ended up with a two inch cock. Johnny barely ended up with a cock at all, a nub barely a quarter of an inch fully hard that looked to be just a hole down there.

However, his new and improved pussy was already leaking juices from the new self-lubrication process that it had gone through. Johnny did have a bubble butt as well thanks to the BRO mixture and the insanely quick muscle growth, but it was able to be spread wide and even the biggest cocks could easily slide in his pussy. The hypnosis continued on for a few more minutes longer, but most of the physical changes were complete. Johnny continued to work out and dumb down until he could barely function outside of eating, sleeping, working out, and sex. The playlist finally shifted back to actual music, and Johnny was taken out of the hypnotic trance-like state he had been in.

Thanks to the incredibly strong dumbing down process that had occurred, Johnny didn't realize that he had just been a stick-thin twink not even an hour ago. But he was a BRO now, a proud BRO! He snapped a picture of himself in the locker room, as seen above, before changing. Well, or at least trying to change. Johnny walked into the front desk area stark naked and asked the hunk working there if he had any other clothes to wear. The hunk surprisingly had clothes handy, at least from Johnny's perspective. However, this BRO had been trained to work at the front desk, instead of becoming a sex and workout fiend like most of the other BROs were.

Johnny soon returned home and looked at his phone. He had received several work emails while he was at the gym, and a part of him still knew that he had to respond to them. He could barely understand what the emails meant, though, and when he tried to log on to do the stuff that he thought he still might be able to do, he couldn't remember his password. He did remember his Grindr and Sniffies passwords, though, and updated his profiles so that the whole world knew that he was a BRO now. It wasn't long before he got fucked for the first time in ages, the stud coming inside of his new and improved pussy. The stud who had just creamed Johnny asked him about his self-lubricating pussy and how that even all worked.

Dennis looked at Adam. “Are you sure about this, babe?”

“I’m sure,” Adam replied back, before taking a sip of the green bubbling potion in his hand. He then handed it to his boyfriend, who took a sip himself. Dennis was able to place the potion vial on a flat surface before the changes started to happen. This potion was supposed to make the individual into whatever their partner desired. Right now, all it was causing Dennis was pain, but he was hoping that it would all turn out well in the end. He was right, and it wasn’t long before they were looking at each other’s transformed bodies, the bodies of their dreams. 

Adam was now Asian, a hunk with long hair and a face that could only be described as pretty. His pecs were massive and he now always reeked, getting as bad as a high school locker room after some of his workouts. His cock was slightly above average in length and girth, but nothing to call home about. In addition to physical changes, there could also be emotional and psychological changes as well. Surprisingly, both Adam and Dennis didn’t change much in that department, if at all. Adam was still a submissive bottom and very obedient, almost slave-like. 

However, as befitting his new body, he hit the gym a whole lot more to maintain it, and at home, he rarely wore any clothes or showered either. Not that Dennis was complaining, since his boyfriend was now his perfect man, but it did take some getting used to. Adam’s personality did change a little bit, though, as he became a bit more bratty and loved to show off his muscles, in stark contrast to his boyfriend, who had changed in the other direction. 

Dennis knew that Adam was a fan of twink tops. Fuck, that was the only porn he allowed his boyfriend to watch! That meant Dennis turned into one himself, losing some muscle and now having a twink body type. He didn’t lose all of his muscles, as he was leanly muscular now, but it was quite a different look than he was used to. His height had also decreased by a fair amount as well, Adam now taller than him when both of them were standing flat-footed. Dennis’s hair color changed as well, but ironically, Adam’s dream guy apparently wasn’t a natural blonde but a dyed blonde, as Dennis’s roots showed through in the same color he had before he drank the potion. 

Of course, he wouldn’t be a twink without the plump lips as well, bigger than some of their female friends now! And he had a nice bubble butt to boot, his ass being one of the best features of his body. It wasn’t the best, though, as that went to his cock. That was the only part that wasn’t stereotypically twink-like. Dennis now had a massive cock, well above average in length and girth and even bigger than the one he had before he drank the potion! 

That wouldn’t have been too much of a problem, especially considering that he was a grower, but apparently Adam wanted a boyfriend with a high libido. Dennis was hard or half-hard nearly all of the time, not often enough that he had to go to the hospital, but pretty damn close! It was also a problem because of Dennis’s newfound desire for cross-dressing. That isn’t to say cross-dressing was bad, but panties weren’t made for a gigantic cock stretching them out, and some of the dresses he now liked to wear showed off his sizable bulge as well, a problem he used to have with his pants. 

While there were tips and tricks Dennis could use to help keep his cock down in public, it was quite difficult when his boyfriend constantly sent him sweaty workout pictures while looking like that. More than once, Dennis had to sit down and maneuver himself in such a way that his massive boner wasn’t visible through his dress. However, as “revenge” for whenever Adam did that, Dennis pounded his enormous cock deep inside of his boyfriend’s hole later that day, Adam usually not showering before the two of them made their way to the bedroom, if they even made it that far.