Mind & Reality (migue-gj)

“Yeah, I realized the other day that, like… I’ve spent the last five Sunday afternoons, like, completely blacked out,” he said, rubbing his hands as he spoke.  Dave, our next door neighbor, was telling my mother why he didn’t host his normal Saturday night party yesterday.  I had to admit I was not expecting that answer.  “I didn’t even think I had been drinking that much, but like… why else would that happen, y’know?“

Well, I knew exactly why he had been blacked out the past five Sundays– I’d been using the spellbook I found in the attic to slip into his smoking hot body.  Look at his chest, can you blame me?  Dude has shoulders for days.  I’d hop into his body when my mom and her husband went out on their date night, and then I would download Grindr to score a few casual hookups with some eager twinks.  Being home from college over the summer sucked, and Dave’s body helped make it suck less.  It was a victimless crime– or so I had thought.  

Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about what Dave would remember whenever I hopped into his body.  Total rookie mistake, but it could have been a lot worse.  As long as I stayed out of his body, his blackouts would stop, and no one would be any the wiser.  Dave excused himself and went back inside his house, while Mom and I finished up bringing the groceries inside.  Hopefully I didn’t look too guilty.

I took the spellbook down off my shelf, and pulled up Google translate again– the damn thing was written in Latin.  The good news is that all of the spells were illustrated, so it was usually pretty clear what each spell would do.  The bad news is that a lot of the rules were written in small, cursive handwriting that the computer couldn’t read when photographed.  I was making decent headway translating word by word, but it was… tedious, to say the least.  Can you blame me for getting impatient?

The astral form spell I’d been using to possess Dave hadn’t said anything about memory loss, but I had also stopped translating after three paragraphs.  I’d already learned the important pieces, or so I had thought.  You can’t travel more than a quarter mile away from your body without risking permanent separation, your astral form could be blocked by wards or captured by soul snares, whatever the hell those were… and then the spell started talking about how it was really good for spying on your enemies.  Wouldn’t something like target memory loss be important enough to mention earlier?  I was livid, but it was ultimately my mistake for using a spell that I hadn’t fully translated.

I’d only made it through another half-paragraph before I got interrupted by a knock on my door.  “Sweetie, I just wanted to let you know that it’s just me going out tonight,” Mom said.  “Henry isn’t feeling well, so he’s going to stay behind and rest up, okay?  I know I don’t have to worry about you staying quiet for him while he sleeps.  See you tonight!”

I could scarcely maintain my excitement as I waited for the sound of my mother locking the front door.  Henry, my step-father, was a delicious otter of a man.  I hadn’t even considered the thought of taking over his body, but how could I resist an opportunity handed to me on such a silver platter?  And if he was planning on sleeping anyway, the memory loss issue didn’t matter!  Translating the rest of the spell could wait, I needed to seize this opportunity before it slipped away.  I made sure to clear off my bed, and position myself in a neutral posture before casting the spell– the first time I used the spell and returned to my body, the crick in my neck took three days to fully heal.  Once my astral form had separated itself from my body, I flew as fast as I could to Henry’s sleeping form.

After all… just look at this man.  Henry is… he’s like gay candy.  Any time the three of us go out together, I don’t think he realizes how many skinny dudes can’t look away from him.  And for the next few hours, that would be me.  God, it was such a rush to think about that.  Can you blame me for getting excited?  Aside from the occasional dress pant, Henry never really wore anything that would display his bulge, so I wasn’t sure what sort of equipment I would be working with, but… now that it was in my hands, I was not disappointed.  So that was a ten minute detour.  I’m only human, after all.

My next order of business was to take some raunchy selfies and send them to my phone for some, uhh… future me time.  The problem was that the only rooms in the house with good lighting were also the rooms where Mom had already redecorated Henry’s house with floral wallpaper.  Seeing that in the background was just a total boner kill.  I’d have to use my room for photos.  I try to avoid seeing my lifeless body whenever I can– it’s kind of unsettling– but in this case, it was worth the discomfort.

I figured Henry’s strength would be more than enough to carry my body down to the living room couch, only… when I opened my door, the bed was empty.  The pit of my stomach sank to the floor as I stared at the impression in my bed sheets, the only remaining sign that my body had previously been resting there.  I started taking deep breaths, running my hands across my new chest fur as I tried to calm down.  If the astral form spell was going to cause my body to disappear, it would have happened before today.  The first step was probably to search the rest of the house, just in case anything else had been displaced.

I found my body outside, shirtless, smoking a cigarette on the patio.  He had to have heard me– I certainly wasn’t quiet as I flung upon the back door– but he didn’t even bother to look up at me.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my body?” I said, trying to puff out Henry’s chest for maximum intimidation.

My body responded by blowing a cloud of smoke into my face.  “Get over yourself,” he said, taking another long drag.  “You grabbed my spellbook out of my attic, turned the next door neighbor into a meat suit, and now you have the gall to pretend that you’re the victim here?”

I tried to think of some sort of witty comeback, but my brain had completely frozen up.  “I… Henry?  Is that you in there?  What are you doing?”

“Watching you fall for the world’s most obvious trap,” he said, lording over me with a smug grin on his face.  He had me dead to rights, and we both knew it.  “Your mother hadn’t even finished pulling out of the driveway, and your horny ass was already trying to take over my body.  Good thing I had already started my own astral form before she left.  Mind you, I have ways of keeping unwanted spirits out of my body… but then we wouldn’t be having this delightful conversation, would we?

“Consider yourself busted,” he said, snuffing out the cigarette on the patio table.  “You’re going to spend the night here, pretending to be me while keeping to yourself under the guise of feeling sick.  I’m going to take your body out for a joyride tonight, same as you did to Dave.  We’ll switch back in the morning.  No funny business, or you’ll learn first hand why I no longer need to use a spellbook to cast magic.”

“Y-yes, sir,” I said, nodding my head.  Seeing Henry inside of my lanky body with his arms crossed, it looked catty rather than intimidating.  All the same, I was not about to try and mess with him any further.  Better to take the L here.  “Hey, uhh… after tonight’s punishment… do you… do you think you could teach me how to use that spellbook?”

Inside You

After listening to Olivia Rodrigo's latest release together and going through their past relationship with boys that made the album super relatable for both of them, Michelle casually invited Jake to just spent the night sleeping in her house rather than driving the 1 hour drive home. They've slept on the same bedroom and at times on the same bed in countless sleepover during their highschool time so this is a nice way to reminisce those fun days that felt quite distant now they're in their 3rd year of uni

His hand slid under her shirt, palm hot and possessive against her stomach. Fingers splayed wide, pulling her back harder against him.

“Finally,” he breathed against her ear, voice thicker, rougher than Jake’s usual playful tone. “Been waiting to get this tight little body back where it belongs.”

Michelle’s eyes fluttered open, confused but still drowsy. “Jake…? What are you—”

“Shhh.” His grip tightened, fingers digging into her hip as he ground slowly against her ass. The hard length pressing through his sweatpants was unmistakable. “Don’t be loud. University changed me, baby. Turned this fag cock straight just for your sloppy little cunt.”

She laughed nervously, thinking it was some sleep-mumbled joke, but the way his hand moved—sliding up to cup her sports bra before expertly taking it off and fondle her breast possessively, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger with practiced cruelty—made heat bloom low in her belly despite herself.

“Jake, this isn’t fu---”

“Funny? Pssst.....I give you one more time to be quiet, so shut that bitch ass mouth and let me show you what uni taught me,” He nipped her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “You think I’m joking while my dick’s throbbing against you? Feel that, Michelle. That’s years of listening to you cry about how Don ruined you. How he called you his worthless fucktoy. How you came harder than you ever admitted when he degraded you. I thought I was sick for actually getting hard underneath my jogger, turns out, I just craved you all this time and want to try the same shit he did to wreck you.....with you,"

His free hand shoved her shorts down roughly, exposing her. Two thick fingers dragged through her folds, finding her already shamefully wet. He groaned in satisfaction.

“Fucking pathetic. One minute of dirty talk from your gay best friend and you’re dripping like a desperate whore. Bet Don trained this pussy so well it still clenches at the memory.”

Michelle whimpered, torn between pushing him away and arching into his touch. This was Jake—her Jake—but the words, the tone, the filthy confidence… it was doing things to her she couldn’t explain. “You’ve… you’ve never talked like this.” she whispered, trying to be as quiet as possible

“Well, that's one of the thing I learned. University, remember?” he growled, pumping two fingers deep inside her without warning. The stretch made her moan loudly. “Learned what I really wanted. Learned how much I love breaking good girls like you. Say it. Tell me how much you need your fag bestie’s cock.”

“I—I don’t know if we should—”

He curled his fingers viciously against that sensitive spot, thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision. “Wrong answer, slut.” The slap of his palm against her wet pussy echoed obscenely. “Beg. Beg me to fuck you like the cum-hungry hole Don always said you were.”

The degradation burned through her, mixing shame and arousal into something intoxicating. She was soaked, hips rocking helplessly onto his hand. “Please… Jake, please fuck me.”

“Louder.” He bit down on her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin. “Tell me exactly what you want your newly straight best friend to do to this greedy cunt.”

“Please, Jake—fuck me hard. Ruin me. I need it.”

With a dark, triumphant laugh, he shoved her onto her back and stripped her completely. His tank came off next, revealing the toned, muscular chest she had only ever seen platonically. But tonight his eyes burned with something feral. He pushed her thighs wide, lining up the thick head of his cock and thrusting in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Michelle cried out, back arching at the sudden fullness. He felt huge, stretching her perfectly, hitting depths that made her toes curl.

“That’s it,” he snarled, setting a punishing rhythm. “Take every inch like the pathetic little cockslut you are. This is what you’ve been missing while crying on my shoulder. Your gay best friend’s fat dick splitting you open.”

He fucked her with deep, angry strokes, hips slamming against hers. The bed creaked. Every thrust was punctuated by fresh filth whispered hot against her ear:

“Look at you creaming all over me. So fucking wet for the guy who used to do your makeup. Bet Don would laugh if he saw how quickly you spread for me.”

“Jake—oh god—”

“Yeah, scream my name while I breed this used-up pussy.” He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin. “You’re mine now. My personal fucktoy. Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days.”

Michelle came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing as stars burst behind her eyes. He didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in even deeper, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave prints.

“Arch that back. Present that cunt like a good bitch.” His voice was pure venom and lust. “Tell me how much better I am than Don. Tell me your gay best friend fucks you better than your ex ever did.”

“You’re—fuck—you’re so much better,” she sobbed into the pillow, another orgasm building fast.

He laughed cruelly. “Of course I am. I know exactly how to break you because I knew all the soft spot and all the right answer. Every tear. Every time you let him treat you like garbage. And now I get to do it better.”

He reached around to rub her clit in tight, mean circles while pounding into her. The dual sensation sent her spiraling again, screaming his name as she gushed around his cock.

Only when she was shaking, overstimulated and whimpering, did his pace falter. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he growled. “Gonna pump this worthless hole full. Mark my territory.”

With a guttural moan that sounded almost triumphant, he came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses. He stayed buried deep, grinding lazily as he emptied himself, making sure every drop stayed inside.

Michelle panted, dazed and glowing, still catching her breath. She turned her head, smiling shakily at him. “Jake… I had no idea. University really changed you, huh? I can’t believe we—”

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy with dark satisfaction. Then he leaned down, chest pressed to her back, lips brushing her ear with terrifying intimacy.

“Oh, sweet Michelle,” he whispered, voice dripping with the bitter, familiar venom she had tried so hard to forget. “You still don’t get it. Jake’s been gone since I slipped into him weeks ago. Every hug. Every late-night talk. Every time you cried about me on my shoulder… it was Don the whole time.”

Everything just went as normal at first before Jake found himself losing his breath as something seemingly blocked the airway. He suffocated and gargled in silence as this thing managed to muffled his noise too so he flailed for several seconds before his body tensed, arched and then flopped back to bed like it just went through some sort of shock. But he instantly opened his eyes and grinned as something sinister seemingly managed to take a hold of him

Her blood ran cold. She froze beneath him. He just smirked

By: jockdudes95

The name is Misha. I have two sisters and three brothers but they’re not particularly involved in this story.

I’m eighteen. So I’m legal. Don’t worry. All the salacious things I do in this story are on the up and up. Before I show you what I look like now, I figure I should start at the beginning. This is how it started. Look at me. 

I didn’t look half bad. But I had to get bigger. I had to get stronger. I have three brothers I have to catch up to. Three shadows to step out from under. I tried exercising and I joined gyms but nothing was helping. My body wasn’t getting bigger or stronger.

Then I was approached.

I was walking home. There he was. A guy I had seen a few times in the gym but he was bigger now than he had been two weeks ago. Taller. At least half a foot. Thicker. He was coated in sweat and playing basketball. He peered over and motioned me over.

“Come here.” He said with a smile that could moisten any woman up. His biceps flexed as he pointed at the ground in front of him. His pecs popped. Not gonna lie, my cock twitched. 

I walked over. Stood where he pointed.

“You trying to pump up? I see you at the gym a lot.”

“Yeah. I want… To look like You.”

That made his smirk widen. “Me, huh? What if I said you could… Be like me… And bigger?”

I looked at him. His thick full pecs. His abs. His thick biceps. They were big. I looked down. He saw my eyes trailing. He smirked and lifted his shorts. He showed off those thick thighs. Then he cupped his stuffed package.

“Like the view, little jock?” I could see the fat tube of his cock as he gripped his crotch and flexed his thighs.

“I can… Get… Bigger than this?”

He grinned. “Yes. Bigger… Here…. Here.. Here…” He patted his chest, biceps, thighs, then gave his cock a stroke. “And here…”

Something about it made my knees weak. Something about the way it pulsed within the confines of his shorts, throbbed between thick thighs. I wanted to see it.

“I… I want… To be bigger. Make me like you.”

He patted my shoulder. “Alright. Follow me. I got a gym for you to join.”

“A gym? I’m already in a gym.”

He laughed. “That’s not a gym. That’s bull. I go there to recruit people for a real gym. I find the ones with the most potential. And right now. It’s you. Name’s Blaine. Let’s go. The Himbo Project is where you need to be… Now first. What’s your name?”

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The building he took me to didn’t look like much. But when I went inside it was not what I expected.

There were the usual pieces of workout equipment. But none of that caught my eye quite like all the men around. All the built. Sweaty. Muscular. Thickly built. Half naked. Tall. Jocks. The area had a circulating air purifier. But even then the whole building smelled of men. Of testosterone. Of raw pure masculinity. 

One walked over. His eyes falling in me. He had four inches of height on me. His body glistening under the lights.

“Yo. Blaine. This the newbie?” The guy spoke with an accent. His pecs bounced with each breath.

“This is him. His name is Misha. Misha, this is Luis. He’s been with us for a month. He looked like you when he got here. He’s going to help you get stronger. Bigger. Luis, remember, no rough stuff.”

“Oh come on. The last guy liked it… ” Luis sneered and slapped his own pec. “Ok. Fine. Come on. Gonna give you your first case of Jock Brews. Will tell you how the different types of brew work. Then you choose whichever you want. Then… Well the fun begins…”

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There are several kinds of Jock Serum. They came in cans that made me think of beer. Jock Serum: Original, Jock Serum X-Treme, Jock Serum XXXL, and Jock Serum XXXL Max.

“The original is good. Weakest type. Good for beginners.” Made sense. It was the largest can. Looking like a 32 ounce beer can. “The Max is the strongest stuff.” Luis explained. It’s why it comes in smaller bottles. Like those 5 hour energy drink shots.

“I want the Max.” Luis looked at me as I said that.

“You got balls, kid.” He said with a smirk. “This stuff is strong. And there’s side effects.”

“Don’t care. I want it.” 

Luis nodded and motioned to the small case on the table. “Take one and let’s go. Your training starts now.”

I emptied the small bottle. I felt the effects immediately. I could do do this…

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I forgot how it’s been. Time just flew by during training. Strength, durability, stamina. It was grueling. I also downed so many of the tiny bottles; one at a time at first then I got impatient. I chugged four of them.

That night I underwent the biggest change. The pain surpassed everything else. Then came the pleasure. I called for Luis and he saw what I did… But, rather than rat me out, he took me to “the education annex” in the basement of the gym. He sat me down. 

“You want to get bigger… Right? Look at you. Looking good. Better than before. Now though comes the real training…”

“Real training?” My chest felt tighter in my shirt. My biceps felt bigger.

“I’m going to put this VR headset on you… And you’re going to sit back… But first. Drink.” He held out a bottle of XXXL Max. Bigger than the others. I chugged it. He slid the VR set over my head. The earphones slid on comfortably.

“Hey, Bro. Can you hear me?” The voice echoed in my ears. “Stand up if you can. Good… Look at the colors. They’re nice, right? Sink into them. Like quicksand. Sink into the colors.”

I felt heavy yet weightless. I was standing. I had gotten up. On command.

“Time for you to learn what this whole gym is about, Bro. Gonna learn what the Himbo Project and the Serum are for. What you were selected for. You’re not just any guy picked up off the street. You’re a bro. Well, you will be. You will be soon enough. For now, sink into the colors. Swirling, pulsing, writhing light, let it burrow into your subconscious. Let my voice sink into your brain. Your cute tiny and soon to be shrinking brain. You’re smart. But you won’t be for long. 

Here’s what I want you to do. You took that concentrated XXXLMax. It’ll hit you in a second. When you do, the pain is going to wash over you like a goddamn tidal wave. Fight through it. Bite your lip. Flex. That’s what you need to do. Flex. Feel it? Feel it now? Washing over you? Pulsing pain, throbbing pain, coursing through your body?”

The pain hit as he said it, as he spoke about it. It was like an electrical charge down my spine. I groaned, stars flashing before my eyes as the pain increased.

“Flex. Flex you stupid ass. Flex you dumb motherfucker. Flex!”

I raised my arm. It felt like lead. I flexed my bicep. Immediately, there was pleasure. It coursed through me, starting at the bicep then spreading out. Another pulse of pain and I gasped.

“Flex again. Come on, bro. You know you felt that. You felt that pleasure. Flex.”

I flexed again, my bicep thickening and bulging as I did so and the pleasure washing over me.

“Oh, Oh Fuck.” I groaned and writhed a bit on my feet. 

“Good boy. Listen to my voice. Take it in. Let it sink into your mind. Your brain is shrinking. Your intelligence is slipping. All that matters is getting big, getting jocked, getting swole, bigger hot, getting sweaty. Be a bro. Flex.”

I did. The pleasure coursed through me again.

“You’re gonna be so stupid, bro. You’re gonna smile like an idiot when someone calls you dumb. Flex again. Both arms this time.”

I shuddered, both arms raised, flexed, and the pleasure increased, doubled, spread.

“You’re growing. Getting bigger. Your body is growing. Every time you flex, you get bigger. You get dumber. You feel it, don’t you? Yeah. Keep going. The bigger you get, the dumber you get. Flex. Yeah, don’t stop. You want to flex, you want to show off, you want to empty your brain. Thinking is an anchor, it keeps you from getting bigger, getting stronger, getting swole. Stop thinking. Don’t think. All you need to worry about is being a bro.

Flex.” The voice repeated. I did. 

My biceps thickened. Ballooned. I felt them. I felt the muscles expand and with each expansion, I felt pleasure. I could feel it coursing through my veins. I was breathing heavily, panting.

“You are going to be a bro. A big muscle jock. A sweaty, smelly, stupid, strong, hot jock. You’ll live for being a bro. You’ll be a big muscle bitch. Yes, a bitch. That’s what you’re here for. This is what this training is for. To train you. To change you. To make you into what you want to be.

A whore. A big thick muscle whore. A dick pig. A cock slut. Make that jock hole between those thick cheeks a deep greedy muscle pussy.

You’ll exist to suck cock. You’ll live to get pumped. And get pumped; full of fat throbbing cock. Black, white, Arab, it doesn’t matter who it’s from. You’ll love it. You need it. You want your slut jock hole filled, used, gaped, abused, flooded, again and again. 

Flex.”

I groaned, my body stretched and ballooned, I felt the growth. I felt my shirt getting tighter. Too tight. I felt hands on me.

“Stay still, bro,” Luis said. I could hear him through the headphones, far but he was standing in front of me. He tore the shirt open. It fell to the ground. I didn’t see it but I felt it.

The voice in my ears continued. “Get dumb. Forget your thoughts. Clear your thoughts. Think of getting bigger, swole, think of that, nothing else. Nothing else matters. Flex. Moan. Be a good bitch. A good muscle slut. Your thick perfect beefy ass will be desired by men all over. They’ll see it. They’ll want it. And you will be happy to give it up, to raise that juicy ass up, to beg them to fuck it, to pound it, to beat it into submission. You’ll straddle any and all men that present their cocks to you and you’ll ride, you’ll post, until they empty themselves into you, and then you’ll move to the next man, and repeat, again and again. This is what you’ll be.”

Images flashed across my eyes. Images of men. Jocks. Muscular. Hot. Sweaty. Dumb.

“Look at them. Bros. Sweaty. Stupid. Swole. Big. Thick juicy cheeks. See them? You’ll look like that soon.

Watch those cheeks. Watch them jiggle. Watch them work.”

The two jocks stripped out of their singlets. Muscles flexing. Bulging. Thick biceps and full round pecs. They approached a man. He’s got a muscle gut. Wearing a hat that says Coach.

“Love Coach. Follow his orders. Coach is King. Coach is God. Coach will send you to the men who’ll use you. You exist to be used. To be a pumped up fuck pig contantly hungry for cock, insatiable. Watch them work. Watch them twerk. Dance. Flex. Now, bro. Flex.”

My pants felt tight. I flexed again. My shorts ripped down the side. 

“Watch them work. Watch them suck. Watch them swallow that daddy cock. That could be you. That will be you. You’ll be a jock. You’ll be dumb. You’ll be horny… And always prepared to flex.”

I removed the headset. Luis was standing there. Smirking. Cock bulging his shorts. He was slowly stroking it. He had watched me.

“Mirror. Go look at your new body… Enjoy it… You’re going to get bigger soon… If you like what you see… Come thank me. On your knees…jock slut.”

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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Making snow angels and snowmen is just child’s play. The candlelight makes every heart feel bright and gay.

When it was the shortest day of the year, Ethan expected to be able to sleep in as long as he liked. There weren’t any plans for the day, and given that it was still the weekend, the young man figured he deserved some rest after helping his father all day yesterday with Christmas decorations. So, when his phone began buzzing incessantly with text notifications, Ethan rolled over with a loud grunt. He blinked his bleary eyes open, glaring at the offending bright screen as he blinked through his sleepiness to see a few texts from his childhood friend, Samir.

Growing up, Ethan and Samir had been practically inseparable best friends. The two of them went through grade school together and even agreed to attend the same undergrad so that they could stay close by. When they were boys, the two had bonded over being queer and being some of the only people of color at their school. It had been a recurring joke between them for Samir to comment on how attractive the people in Ethan’s family were. To the other young man, Ethan was surrounded by many queer role models and figures in his life, ranging from his sexy single dad, Lucas, to his older brother, Henry, and his boyfriend, Noel, and even his fruity and sexual younger brother, Victor. In fact, the black sheep of the family seemed to be Ethan’s other older brother, Daniel. However, that didn’t stop Samir from lusting over him, too, despite Daniel’s firm stance on heterosexuality.

Ethan could see as much, given how his friend was texting him at seven in the morning to send him pictures of his older brother at the gym.

samir: omg. your hottie older bro is here at the same time as me!

Why his friend was so determined to update him about the whereabouts of his family, Ethan would never know. But the young man sighed as he sat up in bed, rubbing at his face. So much for sleeping in; there was no way that he was going to sleep now after he accidentally flash-banged himself with his bright phone screen.

ethan: why are you texting me about this? and why are you at the gym so early anyway? its too early for this ethan: are you at least going to say hi to him or something?

samir: its part of my fitness goals! to be here at the gym. im gonna have my hot boy summer soon, if i can lose all this extra weight samir: omg. are you crazy? im perfectly content thirsting over your hot bro without interacting with him. it would ruin the moment

ethan: what moment? you know he knows who you are, right? youve met him before

samir: hush hush. dont ruin my little fantasy roleplay samir: omg. he made eye contact with me

ethan: gl buddy

Flopping back onto his bed, Ethan groaned as he set his phone back down. It was way too early for stuff like this. Even if he loved Samir to death, trying to talk to his friend about not thirsting over his family was a monumentally difficult task. It didn’t matter if they were straight, in a relationship, or years older than him. Samir would always talk to Ethan about how lucky he was. The young man opted not to point out how it would be weird for him to be thinking about his family in that sort of way anyway, only letting his friend go off on tirades about how he wished Ethan’s family would use him every which way.

Ethan shuddered after a moment, his eyes opening once more in suspicion. If he didn’t know any better, the fact that he could easily see each person in his family going to town on Samir with a viable, non-zero percent chance of happening was mildly concerning. Thankfully, it was just Daniel at the gym. His older brother had been known to rebuff both men's and women’s advances, and Samir was likely messing with him this early in the day because of that fact.

Picking up his phone again, Ethan began to browse the usual apps, idly skimming through his social media and the calendar app. Just because he was awake didn’t mean his brain was properly functioning yet. The young man didn’t even realize he had tapped through the Advent calendar when his friend began texting him once more, this time with another set of pictures of his older brother.

samir: you arent pranking me or anything, are you? like youd tell me if you told your brother to mess with me right?

Furrowing his brows at the message, Ethan’s lips curled up in a small smile as he texted back. If his friend wanted to wake him up this early over something meaningless, then Ethan could mess with Samir back in retaliation.

ethan: you know if i were actually pranking you, i wouldnt tell you, right? maybe this is payback for you not returning my mechanical pencil that you definitely stole in eighth grade

samir: im serious! and i gave it back i think! at some point, anyway… samir: not the point! samir: did you tell your brother to mess with me?

Ethan tilted his head in confusion, not quite understanding what Samir was saying. He hadn’t even spoken to Daniel yet today. The young man knew that he had announced to his family that he was sleeping in yesterday, out of respect for “observing the Winter solstice.” But Ethan didn’t know that Daniel was going to the gym this early in the morning, so there was no way that the two of them would have even coordinated messing around with Samir. And on that note, Ethan didn’t know that his friend was going to the gym this early in the morning either. Samir had been so determined to lose a lot of his belly fat and lose the “chubby” status, but Ethan wasn’t aware of how dedicated he had been about working out.

ethan: no i havent even talked to him today ethan: what, is he pretending like he doesnt know who you are or something?

In response, Samir sent over a few more photos of Daniel, this time posing and flexing in the gym locker room. His friend followed up with a couple texts, summarizing his ecstatic feelings.

samir: he brought me to the locker rooms and started stripping and flexing! samir: we started talking about workouts and i made a comment like samir: wow i wish i had such big, strong muscles like you. i wouldnt stop checking myself out samir: and it was supposed to be a joke but then he pulled me towards the locker rooms samir: and now its just been the two of us, with him showing off for me like some private show samir: so this isn’t some big joke youre playing on me then?

Rolling his eyes at his friend’s protests, Ethan decided to spare him the trouble for a bit, only shooting a text back to his friend to confirm that this wasn’t a prank or something that he had planned with Daniel. Figuring it was pointless but worth reminding, he also wrote a brief text to Samir, reminding him that his older brother was only interested in women and wouldn’t intentionally put on a strip show for another guy.

samir: are you sure? i just checked grindr and he’s on it! hes got a profile and everything! look at the screenshots!

Ethan opened the attached images, only blushing and turning his face away from the more explicit and lewd showing of his brother clad in just his underwear. In the photos, there was quite the prominent bulge, pressing up against the front pouch of Daniel’s briefs. It left very little to the imagination, only showing off the thick pipe that his older brother took pride in working with when it came to pleasuring others.

When he stared at the images a little longer, though, Ethan noticed something odd. The face resembled that of his older brother, but the body underneath seemed… different. While Ethan would have preferred not seeing his brother dressed in skimpy underwear, he couldn’t help but stare at the focal point of the pictures. After a moment, he sent an inquisitive text to his friend to validate his suspicions.

ethan: hey this is gonna sound a little weird but… does daniel look bigger than you remember?

samir: omg, okay i wasnt going crazy! he pulled out his cock and has been jerking himself off for the past couple of minutes. but i swear every time i think his cock is rock hard, its just been growing bigger and bigger! samir: its weird tho, like his muscles are shrinking too. he almost looks like you, but leaner and more shredded samir: almost like a twink actually. with a massive tool

Huffing at his friend’s backhanded remark, he couldn’t help but agree with Samir’s assessment. The photos that Samir sent confirmed this. While Daniel had always been strong, following their father’s footsteps to spend his free time at the gym, he had never been as shredded as he was now. Ethan wouldn’t have been surprised if his brother’s body fat percentage had gone down to the single digits. But he was concerned at the thinning and shrinking size of Daniel, leaving behind a smaller, twink-like body.

samir: hold on i gotta film this samir: youre not going to believe me

There was a pause in texts before Ethan’s friend sent over a video file. It didn’t look like either of them had left the locker room. Tapping play, the young man held his breath as he watched the explicit display from his older brother.

“Say that again,” Samir stammered from behind the camera, the phone pointed at the half-naked Daniel as the older man approached the phone. “I thought you were straight! You’re not messing with me?”

Ethan watched as the video showed his older brother grinning with a wolfish smile forming on his lips. “Oh, I was. But something changed when I saw that fat ass of yours. I was thinking about how good it’d feel to drive my fat cock deep inside and dump all my loads inside of you,” Daniel purred as he moved even closer to Samir.

The young man could hear his friend gasp with lustful desire, doing his best to keep the camera steady as he continued to film the older man.

“D-Don’t you want someone to fuck you instead? I mean, y-you’ve got a great ass yourself, Daniel. I bet plenty of guys would love to have a go at it.”

Daniel laughed as he stepped in front of the camera, palming his fat bulge through his briefs. He moaned lowly into the phone’s microphone, making sure the film picked up every lewd noise slipping past his pretty pink lips. “Oh, there’s no way I’m letting anyone top me! I might be the hottest twink in town with a fat ass, but I’ve got an even fatter cock that can make any man squeal with need.”

To prove his point, the older man tilted the camera down to point directly at his crotch. Ethan watched with both fascination and horror as Daniel showed off the veiny, girthy python he had stashed away underneath the fabric. “See? Look how happy he is to see you. I bet he’d be even happier stuffed inside of that pretty hole of yours, Sammy.”

The video soon became obstructed as Daniel closed the distance between the two, with the audio capturing sounds of wet, sloppy kissing. Ethan couldn’t see anything else beyond the pink color of skin pressed against the phone camera. Between the slick noises and soft moans that he was certain were coming from Samir, he heard his brother murmur, “Why don’t we turn off this camera now? I want you focused on how good it feels to have a twink fuck your brains out…”

Ethan stared at the finished video file for a long moment, letting his brain process what he had just seen and heard. His formerly straight, gym-focused older brother was now this hot, horse-hung twink that was eager to plow any and every hole he came across. Quickly recovering from his stupor, Ethan shot a quick text over to his friend.

ethan: dont you dare samir ethan: dont even think about it

There was a long delay before Samir replied. Ethan stared at the three-dot bubble as it appeared and disappeared for a few moments. The young man’s sense of urgency was growing with each passing second. What was taking his friend so long to reply? What was Samir trying to type out?

Finally, Ethan’s phone chimed with a soft ding, the notification of a new text message sliding down at the top of the screen.

samir: srry man samir: cant resist samir: hes already ducking me samir: *fguckinhg samir: fucking samir: fuck hes so big omg. hard to type samir: tty in a birt

Staring at the jumbled slew of texts that came spilling forth, Ethan could only glare at his phone screen. There wasn’t anything that he could do about this moment, although knowing that his older brother was ramming that fat cock into his best friend wasn’t exactly reassuring. Still, it would mean Samir would stop texting him for just a few more moments. Ethan sighed as he turned off the noise on his phone, setting it back on his nightstand as he burrowed deeper under the covers.

He guessed there wasn’t a black sheep in the family anymore. And with Samir getting everything that he had dreamed of, Ethan could only hope that this short day would pass more quickly.

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The elves are bustling in the workshop, no time to slack. But look! It seems they’ve gifted you with your own Chronivac!

Staring at the new app on his phone, Ethan debated whether he should even bother opening it. When the Advent app showed the download progress, the young man initially panicked, assuming it was some virus or something infecting his phone. It would be just his luck for something to go wrong this close to the holidays. But instead, the app chimed once the download was complete, a new app appearing next to the calendar app on his phone's home screen.

Chronivac

It had a sleek and straightforward design, with a name that didn't give him much information about what it did. And for a while, Ethan was debating with himself about whether or not this was worth opening. But curiosity overtook his sense of logic, and he carefully opened it up.

Welcome to your free trial of Chronivac— your one-stop shop for making all your dreams come true! Your free trial has begun now. You have access to Chronivac's premium features for 24 hours, or for one subject. Take a photo to begin!

The app's eager and exciting wording didn't give Ethan much confidence, and Ethan had more questions than answers. But even as he tapped around, the app didn't let him swipe away from the camera screen. It seemed insistent for him to take a photo of something—or rather, someone, given the humanoid outline in the center of the camera screen.

As he deliberated over taking a selfie of himself, Ethan was interrupted by his sister's boyfriend peeking into the room. The young man flinched in surprise, only staring up wide-eyed at the other man.

"Whoa, sorry there, bud. Didn't mean to scare ya," Noel said with a laugh as he gestured towards the hallway behind him. "Hannah and I were just going to watch a movie and take a dip in the hot tub before dinner, if you wanted to join." 

Ethan, still clutching his phone to his chest, only shook his head carefully. "Ah, I… I might join in a bit," he said cautiously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly after being so startled. Why was he even so jumpy? It wasn't like he was doing anything wrong. "Actually, I was trying to figure out something on my phone. I think the camera's acting up. You mind if I take a photo or something, to make sure it's working properly?" he asked innocently as he showed the back of his phone towards Noel. If the Chronivac app was asking him for a photo of a person, he could do a simple test run with someone,

"Yeah, sure. Need me to do any special pose or anything?" Noel chuckled as he stepped further into Ethan's room.

Shaking his head, Ethan snapped a quick photo of the other man, only noting that the app seemed to accept the image. A loading screen appeared, carefully scanning the image with a progress bar tracking its status. "Nah, it just was glitching earlier. Just making sure I don't have to get a new phone," he said with a laugh as he gave Noel a thumbs up. "Thanks for that, man. I'm gonna try to figure this out. If y'all are still out there after, I'll join!"

Noel nodded in response, stepping away to find Ethan's sister so that they could enjoy the evening's activities. In the meantime, the phone processed the picture, displaying a new screen with various menus and layouts for the young man to explore.

Image analysis complete. Pulling up body scan…

On his screen, Ethan could see a clear and detailed outline of Noel. He let out a low whistle to himself as he scrolled through the results. It was surprising how much the app was able to capture with just an image, including Noel's age, race, height, and weight. But as he scrolled down the list, he raised a brow at other qualifiers, such as personality traits, sexuality, and even more explicit things like cock size and ass size. Blushing as he scrolled back up to the top, Ethan couldn't help but wonder about how advanced AI must have come with being accurate in scanning that sort of information from just one image. He assumed it must have made some accurate guesses about the non-physical traits, but Ethan wondered why anyone would want an app like this. What was the point in gathering all this information?

As he scrolled back up to the top, Ethan blinked as he saw a few checkboxes unmarked at the moment. Reading through them carefully, the young man tapped through them without thinking clearly.

Make the user aware of changes?  Make the subject aware of changes? Make others aware of changes?

Ethan decided to toggle the first two on, figuring that the app was asking for some compliance conditions, or terms of conditions. Leaving the last one blank, Ethan wasn't sure what "others" meant, but he didn't exactly feel thrilled about sending his information to random people. Turning his attention back to the rest of the list once more, he began to read it through in greater detail. Surprisingly, Ethan found that he was able to edit and change the values that the scan had shown him. He hummed in amusement, figuring that this was a way for users to change any inputs in case the scan was incorrect. The young man concluded that this must be some weight loss app or something to track body shape. However, why it needed information about a person's personality or sexuality wasn't something he thought too deeply about.

He glanced over the sections about Noel's weight, height, and body type. Ethan hadn't bothered asking, but the information seemed right enough. Still, a stray thought wriggled into his mind, out of pure curiosity and entertainment. If he could input the correct data if the scan were wrong, then why couldn't he put in some incorrect data if the scan was right? It wasn't as if anyone would see this information anyway; he had left that checkbox unchecked. And this was just a silly trial app for him to have some fun with, anyway. Tapping through the numbers, he began to increase Noel's height and weight, making the other man several inches taller and gaining several more pounds. Ethan also changed his body type from ectomorph to mesomorph, figuring that the app would understand his intentions about fantasizing about Noel as a bigger, beefier man. 

After confirming the changes, Ethan stepped out of his room with his phone in hand. He could still make it in time to join Hannah and Noel for their movie night or hot tub excursion, whichever one they chose to do. He was stopped, however, by the sounds of a frantic Noel talking to his sister from her bedroom. Stopping by, Ethan carefully knocked on the door, pushing it in slightly. "Everything okay in here, sis?" What he saw, however, made him stop in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise.

Towering over his sister, Noel stood there, having packed on several pounds of muscle. In fact, the other man was lifting his shirt, pointing at his abs, while his pecs bounced with his movement. Hannah, for the most part, seemed relatively confused, holding her swimsuit in one hand as she listened to Noel's frantic words. "Ah, hey Ethan! Noel's freaking out to me about him being bigger and stuff, but I was trying to tell him that I see all the hard work he's been putting in at the gym," she said with a tired sigh. "I feel like I tell him this every day, but it's like he doesn't believe me. Anyway, do you mind if he uses your bathroom and room to change? I gotta put on my swimsuit, and he's—"

"Don't say I'm freaking out!" Noel said with a panicked tone in his voice, gesturing towards his beefy body. He stared at Hannah as if she had grown two heads. "You gotta see that something's wrong! I wasn't this big before! I literally had like, no muscles or anything! I wasn't even this tall; I think I have to go to the hospital or something," he stammered, the rising fear making his voice waver. The beefy man turned to look over at Ethan, gesturing towards his shirtless, muscular frame. Ethan did his best not to drool at the delicious sight. "Ethan! Do you see that there's something wrong with me? I literally saw you like a few seconds ago!"

Ethan, despite his initial shock, did his best to maintain his composure as his eyes roamed over Noel's new frame. From what he could see, everything that he had put in the app seemed to reflect on the man standing before him. But changing things in the app shouldn't affect how people were in real life, right? It was a wild idea even to consider. Still, Ethan decided to play along, pretending to be oblivious to what was going on.

"Not… particularly? I mean, I agree with Hannah? You're definitely looking more pumped from you working out at the gym," he said slowly, his brows furrowing as he pretended to be confused as to Noel's outburst.

The other man spluttered in response, half-ready to go into another rant, before Hannah grabbed him by his wrist and carefully led him over to the doorway. She cast an apologetic gaze at Ethan, as if to signal, 'See what I'm dealing with?' Clearing her throat, she all but pushed the two men out. "I'll see you downstairs, babe! Go get dressed for the hot tub!"

Ethan stared up at Noel as the other man seemed stunned at the closed door, only offering up a sympathetic smile as he tilted his head towards his own bedroom. "C'mon. Better not keep her waiting; you know how much she hates that."

Noel sighed as he followed after Ethan obediently, only gesturing towards his larger frame in an attempt to explain what was going on still. "I didn't have muscles, man. Like, pecs that bounce? Six-pack abs? I've never even gone to the gym in my life!"

Idly glancing at his phone as though he were bored with listening to the other man's rants, Ethan casually scrolled down towards the text bar labeled 'Occupation.' In the box, he saw Noel's job as a financial analyst. It was no wonder that the other man didn't have time to go to the gym. Still, Ethan decided to help alleviate this mental confusion by changing the occupation to 'Fitness Influencer / Personal Trainer' instead.

"Really, man? I would think you spend almost all your time in the gym, Noel," Ethan said slyly as he carefully changed apps over towards Instagram. Searching through Noel's personal account, he watched as the other man's profile became flooded with various reels and posts about nutrition, training workouts, and Noel posing for different photo shoots. Ethan also watched with amusement as the account's number of followers skyrocketed, with thousands of new people following Noel's page for fitness advice, his hot new body, or both. 

"See? You don't have to pretend with me," Ethan remarked as he showed the taller man his phone while they stepped into his bedroom. "We all know you put in hard work. And what is it that you say? 'People always have to start from somewhere.'"

Noel stared at the screen, showing his Instagram profile, and gawked at the sheer number of followers on the page. He also flicked through the feed, his eyes taking in the numerous fitness reels and photoshoots he had taken of himself. "N-No way… But that's not— I didn't do that. I don't do that. I mean, I do, but— I was an analyst before," he murmured to himself as he stepped into the bedroom.

Ethan shrugged as he took his phone back, closing the Instagram app and pulling up the Chronivac trial instead. "Yeah, before you decided to quit and pursue a career as a fitness influencer instead. You were so proud about it when you told Hannah, remember?" he lied as he gestured for Noel to get changed. "I'm gonna head down to the hot tub. I'll see you and Hannah in a bit," he said plainly, only closing the door to let Noel stew in his own physical changes for a moment.

Giddy with excitement over the power that the app held, Ethan began flicking through the other options. Did this mean he could change his sister's boyfriend's race? Age? What would Noel look like as a hot, Indian daddy? If he were to take on the role of CEO, would Noel suddenly become rich and powerful? Ethan wondered what the limits and restrictions were when it came to messing around on the app as he made his way towards the back patio. The options were endless, and he had unlimited power at his fingertips.

He was still staring at his phone screen eagerly as he thought through what he could do to Noel, even as both Hannah and Noel joined him at the hot tub. He hadn't even noticed the two of them talking, only glancing up as his sister poked him in the leg. "Earth to Ethan!" Hannah said with a laugh, rolling her eyes. "You have your eyes stuck on that screen again. I bet you didn't even hear anything we said, did you?" she teased as she saw Ethan's face flush a brilliant red out of embarrassment. "Figures. You know, I would have thought it was Victor who would be addicted to social media. I guess he's too busy lifting weights at the gym to think about anything else, though," Hannah teased as she carefully climbed out of the hot tub. "I'm gonna head in to shower. You mind if Noel uses your bathroom again?"

Ethan glanced over at the other man, sitting in the bubbling water with a dazed expression. He shook his head at his sister, only watching as Hannah walked back into the house. The young man glanced over at Noel, raising a brow at him curiously. "You feelin' alright, man? You're not still freaked out or anything, are you?"

The young man did his best to hide his smirk as he watched Noel slowly shake his head, amused that the other man was still very clearly struggling with the changes. Still, Ethan was having too much fun seeing Noel freak out, and he applied a new change to make the other man 'Hairy' instead of 'Smooth.' "Good, I thought you were going to freak out at me all over again about how you didn't have hair before or something like that," Ethan teased as he watched Noel's heavy pecs grow a nice pelt of hair. It was slightly matted with the hot tub water clinging to the extra fur, only accentuating the dark patches of hair that covered Noel's chest and pits. The young man swallowed thickly as he savored the hairiness spread over the other man's face, giving his jawline a thick and enviable beard that required a routine to maintain.

"W-Wha–? What the hell? Why am I so itchy? Where'd all this hair come from?!" Noel exclaimed as he shot out of the hot tub, the water dripping down his deliciously beefy body as he examined himself once more.

Chuckling to himself as he swung his feet over the side of the hot tub, Ethan pretended to roll his eyes at Noel in mock annoyance. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Noel. I was making a joke, you know. No need to get all worked up about it if you didn't find it funny." The young man strolled back into the house, pretending to ignore Noel's exclamations and splutters of surprise as the other man followed after him. Whatever excuses or explanations Noel had this time to justify his previously smooth body, Ethan chose to ignore them promptly. Instead, he led them back up towards his bedroom, offering the other man a towel as he pointed him towards the bathroom. "Feel free to shower first. Hannah's probably waiting for you whenever you're done," he said with a hum.

Once the other man had finally made his way into the bathroom, Ethan hummed as he opened up the Chronivac app once more. The app's features were too much fun! He could mold Noel into whoever he wanted! Of course, the constant confusion and panic that came with each change were starting to become less interesting for the young man, and he figured that Noel would have a much easier time accepting his changes if he didn't realize what was going on. Perhaps it was better for Noel to believe that he had always been like this.

Swiping down to the personality box, the young man changed the traits from 'Silly,' 'Agreeable,' and 'Empathetic' to 'Cocky,' 'Dominant,' and 'Swaggering.' He also decided to go all the way for once, sliding Noel's sexuality from 'Heterosexual' down the scale towards 'Homosexual.' While Ethan didn't want to go all the way, he did want the other man to be more open towards his own advances. It was, of course, wrong for the young man to be lusting after his sister's boyfriend. But then again, Ethan had turned the other man into such a bona fide, beefy hunk; shouldn't he have a little fun too? He didn't want Hannah to break up with Noel, and if no one was the wiser about how the boyfriend used to be, then Ethan didn't exactly see the harm.

On that note, Ethan had also decided to slide the scale up on Noel's cock size and girth. While the other man was decently endowed to begin with, the young man figured he could have some fun with something thick and heavy. Something about seeing Noel's fat cock pressed up against the tight compression pants in his workout reels made Ethan's own member twitch with need, and he figured he was helping the influencer gain some more followers for the future. After finalizing the changes, he made sure to check the box that made Noel unaware of such changes, before casting his phone aside onto his bed. He would have more time later to experiment further. For now, Ethan had a throbbing boner in his swim shorts that needed some attention. Carefully knocking as he opened the bathroom door, he noted that Noel had left it unlocked as he moved towards the running shower.

Ethan carefully stepped out of his wet shorts, boldly walking into the shower without warning. While the young man had been used to Noel freaking out for the better part of the evening, the muscular man only turned around with a knowing and teasing smirk on his lips this time around. He licked his lips as he eyed Ethan's naked body, only placing a firm hand onto the other's shoulders. Noel carefully pushed the young man down to his knees, letting Ethan kneel before the heavy, swinging cock between his thighs. The young man shuddered as he took in the several inches he added to the twitching member, only groaning as he felt the bigger man guide the fat pipe along his face.

"I was wondering when you were gonna hop in," Noel said with a low, husky voice as he smirked at Ethan. "It's crazy; even though I'm dating your sister, a slutty little boy like you just can't seem to hide how badly he wants me to fuck him. You're just so thirsty for this fat cock, aren't you? Just hoping that I would bend you over and slam every last inch into you while your sister sleeps in the room next door?" Noel paused, only groaning as he let the flared head of cock slip past Ethan's lips. "Fuck yeah… Drink it up, you dirty little slut. I bet it was your idea for me to shower in your room, so that you could stare at my body with your pervy little eyes."

The blush coloring the young man's cheeks only told the fitness influencer all he needed to know. Noel let out a sharp, barking laugh as he ran his fingers through Ethan's wet hair. "Don't worry, baby. I'm grateful there's at least one needy whore in this family who's eager for me to fuck him silly. I would be lying if I said I didn't think about ramming this cock down your throat, making you choke and gag on it while you worshiped my big body. All this muscle deserves some proper worship, and if I'm not getting it from your sister, then I might as well get it from her little homo brother."

Staring down at Ethan with wolfish, lustful eyes, Noel bounced his pecs and raised his arms in a firm flex. The larger man purred as he took in the younger man's needy eyes, eagerly feasting upon the way his girlfriend's younger brother's mouth wrapped around the fat girth of his cock. Fuck, even Hannah didn't feast on his cock and give him blowjobs as needily as Ethan. Noel chuckled as he brought one hand down towards the back of Ethan's head, guiding a few more inches down into the younger man's throat.

"Fuuuck yeah, just like that… Slurp it up, you little whore. You were so eager to get a taste of what a real man is like, weren't you? Just staring at me in the hot tub with those hungry little eyes. It's a surprise your sister didn't see how bad you were lusting after me."

Noel chuckled as he heard the sloppy, wet gagging noise from the other man as he stuffed another few inches down. With his hand on the back of the other's head, Noel kept Ethan steady so that he couldn't pull away. The jock reached down with his other hand, smacking the side of the younger man's face when a low moan spilled out. 

"Shhh… You'd better keep quiet, slut. You wouldn't want your sister hearing about how her pervy little brother is gagging on her boyfriend's cock now, would you? Be a good, quiet, little boy, and I might come by later at night to fuck that tight ass of yours," Noel growled, only grinning once more as he heard the other's little whimper of need and acceptance.

Amidst the wet and sloppy noises that spilled out from the rough face fucking in the bathroom, there was a soft chime from Ethan's phone on his bed. The screen lit up as a notification appeared, the bright light indicating a new message from his apps. There was a simple notification from Chronivac, appearing for just a moment as the app uninstalled itself from his device.

Thank you for using Chronivac's free trial! We hope you enjoyed your experience and made your dreams come true!

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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With so much color adorning the place, Why not add a bit more spice to that race?

"Fuck, this is amazing…" Benny murmured as he gazed at himself, looking over his body as he posed and flexed in the bathroom mirror. He knew he only had a few minutes left before he had to go on stage and put on a show to make all the men in the club lust after him. And with a body like this, he didn't think he'd have any troubles in that department. He smirked as he pulled out his phone, taking a couple more photos to save for his own collection later.

Humming as he continued flexing to show off his tight muscles and fat ass, Benny thought back to the moment he and Ethan first saw the stripper deflate before their very eyes. In any other situation, Benny knew he should have been more worried about it. There was no logical explanation for why that happened or what caused the stripper to transform into a stretchy bodysuit for him to slip into. But now that he was inhabiting and living the other's life, if not just for the night, Benny couldn't think about anything else beyond turning his head and breathing in the thick scent of the sweaty man's armpits. "Fuck yeah…" he groaned, rolling his hips as his new cock was beginning to twitch and swell up inside his tight underwear. Glancing down at his phone, he saw that it was a few minutes past midnight, and he really had to get a move on now. Admiring the bodysuit could come later. But he wasn't planning on being the dancer forever; just for tonight, while it was still his birthday celebration.

In between his impromptu flexing session, Benny caught a glimpse of a dark shadow that was outlining his jawline. It seemed like a light trick, a light shadow that darted away every time he turned his head. But as he leaned in closer to look at it, his eyes widened at the sight of some stubble starting to grow on his otherwise smooth complexion. "Whoa…" he murmured, leaning closer to examine hair that was forming at an exponential rate. Was this perhaps a byproduct of him being the bodysuit? However, the dancer had lighter hair and maintained a relatively smooth physique. The hair that was forming seemed dark and coarse, thick, as if it had been growing out for some time. Still, Benny didn't mind the more rugged look, despite it seeming a bit out of place on his otherwise smooth body.

He reached up to stroke the new addition, enjoying the way the stubble pricked and scratched at his fingertips. "Man, I always wanted to have facial hair like this," he murmured softly, his eyes eager, feasting on the way the growth seemed to accentuate and highlight his chiseled jawline more than usual. All of a sudden, Benny's head seemed to throb, a sharp headache piercing his skull as an unfamiliar memory of him trimming and shaving his beard to keep it clean spilled in. It was routine for him, something to do every morning, right?

Grunting as he gripped at his scalp, Benny stared back in the mirror as the lightness in the bodysuit's hair began to darken. It was subtle and slow at first, a dark coloration beginning to spread from the roots of his head upwards. The dancer gaped at the rapidly changing hair color, taking in the sight as though someone had been dyeing his hair. Soon, all that was left was the remaining lightness at the tips of his hair, like a bit of frosted tips. And with an unceremonious swish, Benny could only watch in amazement as his hair turned completely dark. His hair seemed to grow into more wavy and luxurious locks, perfectly quaffed and stylized to frame his head. Even the sweat from his dancing couldn't knock it out of place, although Benny remembered talking with his colleagues about all the different hair products and routines he'd do to make sure it had the nice waviness that men loved about him. But I… This is just a suit, I don't actually work here…

Something was wrong; that much was clear. Whatever this suit was doing to him wasn't what Benny had initially agreed to. He had only planned on being the dancer's stand-in for the night, a wild revelry of dancing (and possible hook-ups) to celebrate his special day before taking it off and resuming his life as usual. But the memories slipping into his mind? The way the suit was changing into something else? It wasn't the same dancer that he had first laid eyes on earlier that night… If anything, Benny could feel his cock throbbing in excitement at what was coming next.

No, this is wrong! This is– I have to stop this! Benny's befuddled mind began to work overtime, reaching up to grip the corners of his mouth. He just had to take the suit off, as unfortunate as it was. Even if he wanted to play pretend, it wasn't worth getting all fucked up in the head for it. But to his shock and growing horror, there was no seam to tug at, no distinction between the skinsuit and his own. In fact, when he tugged at his mouth, the sensation and the pain felt as if he were pulling on his own body. "Nrgh… F-Fuck, c'mon…" he growled as the dancer struggled to take off the suit that he had slipped on not just a few minutes ago. Why couldn't he get it off?

A shudder ran through his body as he watched the pale, milky-white skin of his morph into a more tanned and sun-kissed color. It was like watching color bloom into this muscular body, patches of his skin darkening until it was clear he spent more time outdoors than inside. Benny gasped at the apparent change, no longer thinking that this was something novel or exciting to see. He quickly tugged off the shirt he had slipped on earlier, whimpering as he took in the view of his torso changing before his very eyes.

"N-No, no! What's… what's happening?" Benny gasped as he leaned against the sink counter, stretching and pulling at his skin as the rest of his formerly pale body reached the same rich, caramel color. He shuddered as he felt his body respond in turn, the stripper's body still as sensitive and arousing as before. "This is… bad… This is muy malo…" he muttered, only widening his eyes in surprise at new language spilling from his lips. But he didn't know any other language besides English. There was no way he could speak anything other than… Spanish and English, right? After all, he grew up speaking it at home, and English was only secondary, just so people could hire him.

Benito whimpered at the strange thoughts spilling into his head at full force now. The jumbled memories, the changing thoughts that were making his head ache. The dancer groaned as he leaned against the counter, his legs buckling as he fell to the floor. Why did everything feel so strange and heavy? He was… just a kid from Illinois, who came out here to study… He was studying… How to be a famous dancer, of course. He wanted to be on tour and go on stage with all the renowned artists, but Benito found himself working at the nightclub in the meantime to help pay for his rent. Or was it his studies? Why was it so hard to think clearly?

He growled as he tapped his head against the cool sink counter, letting the cool stone bring some comfort to his aching head. Ah, of course. Benito was doing both! There wasn't anything he couldn't do, given that he had the smarts and the beauty to get far in life. Of course, working part-time as a stripper had its own set of connotations, and people often preferred it when he pretended like he was a silly himbo or a dumb, horny dancer. It was embarrassing and humiliating at times, but Benito was brilliant to pick out people in the crowd who wouldn't treat him terribly. And most of the time, many of the older men were just looking for someone young and attractive who would give them the night of their lives. And if they were rich and paid him well, Benito couldn't care less what they thought about him. He knew he was brighter and hotter and better than almost everyone out there every night anyway.

The stripper groaned as he could feel the fog in his head starting to clear, although some lingering things didn't feel quite complete for him. Benito's memories were now being interlaced with being a sugar baby for many wealthy clients, eager for him to finish his degree in engineering so that he would consider being their full-time dancer. But he could also remember late nights at the school, studying with friends and making plans to hop on video calls during winter break when he went back home to… his white family? That didn't make any sense to him…

Rolling his hips as he ground against the floor, the dancer had enough lucidity to reach up and grab the wallet he had set aside by the sink. He frantically pulled it open, shuddering as he felt his eager cock leaking a steady spurt of precum into his tight shorts. Fishing out his ID, Benito gawked at the picture of a pasty, frail young man staring back at him. There was nothing about him that looked like this image. But the name "Benjamin" on the card seemed to trigger something inside of him, something that made the stripper pause and think about what he was doing. About whether he wanted to return to that life of a simple young man, fearful of going out and wanting to spend all his time locked up in his room. Or if he wanted to fully become Benito, the handsome, sexy hunk of a man who had everything he wanted and got men to do anything he asked of them. The decision was so clear and evident that it took him only a second.

In that moment, Benito's hands slipped into his shorts, pushing aside the elastic band until he could free his thick and throbbing cock. He was really late for his show now, but he couldn't stop himself. He had been so horny and needy this whole night, and now that he was accepting this new life of his, the dancer couldn't help but groan in excitement. This was his now, it was all his, and there was nothing he needed to change about it. Benito moaned as he pumped at his fat cock, loving the way the foreskin provided some extra sensitivity that he had never had before tonight. The dancer panted as he dropped the ID card, watching as his droplets of precum dripped onto the plastic. He felt as though he were in heat, the desperation to cum making his head spin and spiral up to a dizzying height.

"Hngh… Fuck… Ngh… Fuck yes!" he growled, his eyes widening as he felt his background and memories shift towards his changing heritage. The stripper groaned as he felt the influx of change swell in his groin, and his hips bucked upwards wildly. It wasn't long, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to hold off any longer or give in to his pleasures. "Gah… F-Fuck, oh, please—"

Contrary to the slow and transformative shift that overtook Benito's body that night, the orgasm was quick and rough, with the dancer's hips jerking violently as he shot his seed all over the place. Each load spurted out ropes of cum, as if he hadn't touched himself in several days. And for a moment, Benito figured that couldn't have been true, given how many men he had in his phone eager for him to give them a call for a second night together. He gasped loudly as he came, watching with a dazed expression as cum dribbled over his fingertips, coating his ID in a thick and sticky layer of cum. The dancer groaned at the feeling, his own mouth hanging open from the pleasurable sensation. Benito turned his head, wiping up a few strands of saliva and drool that slipped out of the corner of his lips against his shoulder. "Fuck… That was a big one," he chuckled, letting his tone shift into the more dumb and slutty way of speaking that his patrons always loved.

Grinning as he held up his cum-covered fingers, he idly picked up his card off the floor, wiping some of the cum off on his shorts. Benito smiled at the sight of his handsome visage staring back at him, his name clearly imprinted in black ink. He could still remember the day he got his license, when several of the workers flirted with him and expedited the process just so they could spend more time taking photos of him. The stripper lazily stood up from the mess he had made on the floor, only managing to tuck away his cock in time when the bathroom door opened.

Staring back at the bouncer who had informed him of the final act just a few minutes before, Benito grinned as the beefy man took in the messy view. The older man seemed caught between exasperation and arousal, although the stripper knew this wasn't the first time the other man walked in on him touching himself. "Boss is lookin' for ya. You're heading on soon," the bouncer said gruffly, his eyes darting away to look at anything but the other's disheveled display.

Benito laughed lightly at the other's words, only tugging on his outfit for the last bit of the night. He strolled past the other, carefully letting his sweaty, half-shirtless body brush up against the other man as he slipped back on his cowboy hat. “Gracias, papi. I always know I can count on you to look out for me," he purred seductively as he made a show of licking off the cum on his fingers. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he took in the older man's growing bulge in his black pants. "Maybe I'll find some time to show you how grateful I am later tonight, si?"

The dancer didn't wait for a reply, walking away with a sway of his hips. He knew that his fat ass was on display and the other man's eyes were fixated on the jiggle as he pranced away, but Benito always loved the attention men gave him as he walked. Getting into position with the rest of the dancers, he smiled as they were ushered out onto the main stage. Tonight was his night, after all. The boss did love his star quality, and Benito was never one to disappoint at a club this packed.

"Please give it up, and wish a happy birthday to our beautiful Benito!"

And as he basked in the roar of the club, savoring the thunderous cheers and the vibrating bass of the house music the DJ was blasting, Benito let his eyes roam over the club's patrons. Their eyes were all fixated on him, even as the other dancers moved around to their own stations and poles and began dancing for the last few hours of the night. Benito hummed as he let his fingers trail along his outfit, grinning as he heard the screams of lust and arousal as he let the sleeves slip off his muscular body.

His routine was perfect, as it always was. Benito was a professional, after all. He was trained to make people want him. And he always knew what to do to help others have the time of their lives. So, when the dancer looked out at the crowd and saw a young Asian man staring at him with both surprise and fascination, he knew what he had to do. Sliding his way over to that end of the stage, Benito made direct eye contact with the other, a playful wink and glimmer in his eyes as he leaned down to speak with him.

"And what's your name, cutie? You look like a little lamb, lost in the club out here all on your own."

"... I'm— Ethan…"

"Well then, Ethan," Benito purred as he let the other's name slip from his lips like silky honey. "Come on stage with me, cutie. Qué guapo.” The dancer giggled as he held his hand out for the stunned young man to take. "Won't you come up here and celebrate my birthday with me? I was looking for someone like you to make this night a special one…"

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The stockings hang high next to Santa’s little chute, But things always feel snug when wearing a tight suit.

When Benjamin had asked the rest of the friend group to accompany him out to the club for his birthday, everyone had agreed to a night out. It was a good way of celebrating the end of the semester, and it wasn't often that the other man had asked to go out. Benjamin was the notorious introvert and homebody of the group, usually saying no to going out or leaving early so he could head back home. So when he suggested going out for his celebrations, it was a significant deal to everyone else.

And so, Ethan found himself in the middle of a thumping club, with loud music blasting in his ears and the heavy bass sending vibrations through his body. The rest of their friends were off in the middle of the dance floor, tearing up the scene as they were busy having the night of their lives. But Benjamin had asked Ethan if he could accompany him in getting a drink, and the two hovered on the side at the bar, watching the night unfold.

"How's the night going? Having fun with your birthday?" he asked Benjamin, leaning over to yell in his friend's ear over the loud music. The introvert nodded slowly, a small smile lingering on his lips as his eyes scanned around the room. If Ethan didn't know any better, he could have guessed that Benjamin was having second thoughts about going out, already thinking of a way for him to head home early.

"Ah, ah, none of those thoughts," Ethan teased as he nudged the other's shoulders. "I can practically see what you're thinking. Here. Take a shot with me, and I'll have you pick out the hottest dancer around here. Maybe we can see if they'll give you some special attention for your birthday," he hummed as he turned around to accept his order for two shots of vodka from the bartender. Handing it over to the birthday boy, he nodded his head out towards the crowd. "Alright, so who's the best looking to you?"

Situated throughout the space were small, elevated platforms, adorned with glowing RGB lights that pulsed in time to the music. Each platform had a stripper pole that rose up to the building and just enough space for the dancers to wriggle their hips and gyrate in the space. There were several shirtless, sweaty, and practically naked male dancers, each one moving their body around in a way that invited the club's patrons to stuff their skimpy thongs with dollar bills. The bodies were close enough for people to grope and squeeze as they liked, although the dancers could gently move away if it ever became too much for them. Still, they were the main feature of the place, as most people had their sights locked on the dancers as they stripped down to less and less clothing.

Ethan watched as Benjamin's eyes shifted towards one of the dancers close to the main stage, and he could see why. The other man moved like he was the star of the place, the crown jewel that made everyone beg for a taste. Ethan grinned at his friend's choice, only wiggling his brows as he reached down to grab his hand. "Well, don't just stand there then! I bet he's waiting to thrust his hips against a cutie like you!" he yelled, pulling Benjamin along from the bar towards the dancer, who was busy giving an overeager patron a very public lap dance.

Weaving in and out of the crowd, Ethan had managed to bring them right up to the side of the platform, staring down at the dancer until he noticed them. Fishing out a wad of dollar bills from his wallet, he placed them in the birthday boy's hand and gently nudged him forward. Gesturing towards the stripper, he grinned as he pointed at Benjamin. "It's his birthday tonight! He thinks you're the hottest one in here!"

The dancer glanced at the introvert, now clutching the money tightly out of sheer shyness. To his credit, Benjamin didn't pull away and seemed willing to have some more fun with the dancer if he could relax for a bit. Grinning at the new cutie, the dancer practically tugged Benjamin up onto the platform with him, letting him take a seat where the other patron had previously been sitting just a few moments ago. "Just have fun with me tonight! I promise I'll make it worth your time!"

Pleased with the turn of events, Ethan whooped and hollered as his introverted friend had the dance of a lifetime. Pulling out his phone, he casually flicked past his apps, unwittingly scrolling past the Advent calendar and tapping his daily notice to get to his camera app. Ethan planned on filming it all so he could show the rest of their friends what they had been up to. That, or just for Benjamin to keep for his private records afterwards. His brows raised in surprise as he saw the dancer finish up on his friend, only to lean in close and whisper something into Benjamin's ear that caused the introvert to blush furiously in response.

"What'd he say to you?" Ethan asked as Benjamin had rejoined him by his side, the two of them slipping away back into the crowd to grab some more drinks.

"For me to meet him in the back in ten! It's when he's off stage. He wants to give me a more private show!" Benjamin yelled back over the din of the club, the giddiness and sheer excitement evident in his voice.

Ethan could only whoop and holler some more, slapping his friend on the back out of excitement for him. Benjamin, for the most part, seemed just as pleased. However, he had cautiously asked for Ethan to accompany him when he did go back there, on the off chance that the dancer changed his mind and Benjamin could avoid wallowing in his embarrassment all on his lonesome.

At the given time, the two of them began making their way towards the back, slipping past the bouncers until they made their way towards the dancer's private rooms. Ethan followed along after his friend, amused at the way Benjamin seemed to walk with a renewed purpose. Stopping in front of a door with the name "Benny" in front, the grad student couldn't help but snort in mild amusement. Of course, Benjamin found the one dancer who had practically the same name as him. But he didn't say anything, only flanking the other's side as the birthday boy knocked on the door carefully.

To both of their surprise, the door pushed in, showing the waiting dancer sitting at a makeup vanity desk with his back towards them. Benjamin called out to him inquisitively, although his question received no response. Tilting his head towards the dancer for his friend to approach, Ethan followed after him into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He had only just turned around to see his friend lightly tapping the other man's bare shoulder, as if to stir him awake. But he hadn't expected seeing the stripper deflate like a balloon being let of all air.

The trim and fit body, glinting with a mixture of glitter and sweat, erupted with a long burp of air billowing out of the dancer's mouth. It was like a wet, elongated fart, spilling out of the deflating body until all that was left was a thin and muscular strip of skin. Ethan gawked at the sight, stumbling deeper into the room to examine the… strange occurrence.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! I just tried to see if he was awake or alive, and then he just– he just–!"

"Oh my god, oh my god! No one just deflates like that! What the fuck?!"

There was a clear sense of panic, a frenzy that seemed to overtake the room as Ethan fumbled with his phone, pulling it out nervously as he debated calling for the police. Did he even call the police? Would they consider them murderers? But what could even do that? There was no way either of them had anything on them that could cause a human being to deflate. He flicked open his lock screen, only to see the calendar app already primed and ready. The rhyming couplet seemed to stare back at him, as if taunting him about the turn of events.

His trance was cut off by Benjamin's soft voice, which cut through, a straightforward question adding to the immense confusion already taking place in the room.

"Do you… Do you think I could wear him?"

What. "What?"

But Benjamin's gaze was fixated on the dancer's mouth, a new glint in his eyes as he began examining the stretchy skin. "I… I heard of things like this. Like suits, you know? That just fits over you. I thought there'd be a zipper or something, but…" To prove his point, his fingers wrapped around the inside of the stripper's mouth, and he pulled.

Ethan gasped as he watched the deflated body stretch and extend to the point where it was clearly unnatural for anyone's mouth to move in that way. To Benjamin's point, the other's skin did seem more like a suit with how rubbery and elastic it extended. And while he wanted to tell his friend to stop so that they could go get help, Ethan couldn't help but watch in mild horror and macabre fascination as his friend began to step inside the stretched hole.

Bit by bit, the introvert's body was swallowed up by the stripper's extended hole of a mouth. In some ways, it was no different than putting on one of those inflatable Halloween costumes or a mascot costume. But it was disconcertingly human-like in this suit. Benjamin grunted as he wriggled into the suit, gasping as the skin clung to his own body. While the dancer had a tall, muscular frame, the skinsuit was clinging to every bit of him as he made his way in. Benjamin stared back at Ethan, with all that was left being the dancer's head wrapping over his own. With a soft, shaky breath, Benjamin gasped as he pulled over the last bit.

Ethan was greeted by the sight of the dancer standing in the place where his friend had been. The taller man was in the middle of exploring his body, tugging up his shirt as he groped and squeezed at his muscles. The sensual dancer moaned with each squeeze, his body trembling at the mere touch as he played with himself. It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw Ethan staring back at him that the stripper stopped mid-exploration, leaving those perfect abs on full display for his friend to ogle at.

"Sorry, he just… feels so sensitive against my skin. It's like this body is mine or something. I didn't think that would actually work," Benny murmured breathlessly as he let his fingers slide down over his nipples and trace down the V-line just above the waistline of his tight shorts. "It's like he's primed to be touched… It's so hard to even think straight when all I want to feel is people putting their hands all over my body and rubbing every last bit of his muscles…"

Glancing away from the more sexual and lewd display his friend was putting on, Ethan huffed as he stepped closer to him. There was such a cocky and confident expression that lingered on Benny's face, as if the other man knew that he was hot stuff and could get people to do whatever he asked. Ethan's hands darted out before he even realized it, letting them grope and squeeze at the other's flexed biceps. "It… It feels like it's you…" He gasped in amazement. There were no gaps or pockets of air from what he could feel. It was as if Benjamin had never existed, or was at least swallowed up in the entirety of Benny. Whatever hard-earned muscles the dancer had before certainly felt the same as what Ethan was squeezing at now. There was no way of knowing that this was a suit, much less that his former homebody friend was buried underneath that taut skin.

Moaning as he felt Ethan's fingers poke and prod at his body, Benny shuddered as he threw his arms behind his head. He assumed a natural bodybuilding pose, allowing his muscles to flex as he contorted into the most comical expression he could manage. "Fuck man, I could do anything in this body. I can pretend to be the dumbest dude out there, and guys would still fall to their feet begging for me to let them worship me," he groaned as a strand of drool spilled out the corner of his mouth. Benny grinned at the stupid, himbo-like expression he was making, letting the light dim from his eyes as he appeared more empty-headed. "Ain't nothing going on in here now except for all the cocks I'm gonna suck tonight. I bet this mouth has been trained to fit in all sorts of sizes; you saw how greedy Benny was swallowing me up. He was practically begging me to take over and wear his skin. Show everyone just how slutty he can really be when I'm in control."

Watching as his friend took control of the dancer's body, Ethan whimpered as Benny leaned in to seal their lips together in a firm and passionate kiss. He could feel the dancer's wet tongue slipping down his mouth, any moans and whimpers swallowed up in the messy make-out session between the two of them. Benny wrapped his arms around the smaller man, keeping Ethan pressed up against his bare chest. It wasn't until they had to break for air that the dancer finally pulled away, only staring down at Ethan with a smirk on his lips. That teasing tongue slipped out once more, making a show of licking up any stray droplets of saliva.

"Delicious… Just for you, I want to put on a little show… You'll let me do that, right? As a thank you for staying with me all night and making sure I was comfortable. And for letting me celebrate my birthday the way I wanted to," Benny purred as he carefully pushed Ethan back until he was stumbling back into a chair behind him. The young man sat down without a word, only staring up with wide eyes as his friend stepped away to begin his little private show.

Benny's movements were slow and sensual, in stark contrast to the fast-paced, thumping music just outside the door. With his friend wearing the dancer's bodysuit, Ethan watched as Benny ground his hips along the floor at a slow and careful pace. It was wildly intoxicating watching the other man move, and the stripper seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Crawling towards Ethan on all fours, Benny didn't stop until his head was resting against the inside of the younger man's thighs. His tongue was slipping out once more, letting some drool fall as he pressed his nose up against Ethan's crotch. "Fuck… You smell so good here… You want to give me a taste of this, big boy? I wouldn't even mind riding it until the morning. This hole feels so empty without you," Benny whined as his nose prodded at the younger man's bulge.

The two of them were suddenly interrupted by the door opening, and a large, burly man eyed them with a rather impassive face. Whether he registered the pure look of surprise on either of their faces. The stranger didn't say. The bouncer didn't even seem bothered at the sight of the dancer crawling on the ground with his head clearly positioned for a more sexual act in mind. Instead, he glanced over at Benny, jerking his thumb towards the hallway behind him. 

"You're back on in five. You're closing out the night, remember? And put on something a little more show-stopping. The boss wants you to turn heads and catch eyes before you take it all off."

And without waiting for any recognition or response, the man left as quickly as he came, already moving to the next couple of rooms to inform the other dancers the same thing.

Ethan let out a shaky breath of relief that he didn't realize he was holding, only to look over at his friend shuffling through the duffel bag of outfits on the table next to where they had initially found the suit. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for something to wear! You heard them; I gotta wear something flashy to make everyone look at me," Benny said as he began pulling out some outfits. Unbothered if Ethan was watching him or not, the dancer began to dress himself in the middle of the room.

"But you don't work here!" Ethan protested, his brows glancing towards the door nervously in case the other man returned on them once more.

Benny hummed as he finished deciding on two outfits, swapping between the two to show them off for his friend in a slow, model-like turn. The dancer, to his credit, was enjoying the little display, savoring the way his skimpily dressed body showed off all the new muscles and curves to his enticing frame. “Ah, c’mon. It's just for one night. Besides, you've seen what I can do in this body. I don't think I'll have any trouble dancing on stage. Now, which outfit do you think looks better on me?"

Ethan sighed softly as he looked over the dancer's choices, knowing that once Benny had committed to doing something, there was no way anyone could talk him out of it. And if Benny wanted to have some fun dancing on stage in a body that wasn't his, who was he to refuse his friend that fun? "I think the first one could be pretty hot. I'm sure plenty of guys out tonight would have fantasies about a cowboy giving them lap dances or stripping on them," he hummed after careful consideration.

The dancer's eyes sparkled with delight, pleased with Ethan's decision. Benny quickly dressed himself in the suggested attire, testing it out only slightly with a simple sway of the hips and a roll of his body. "Yeah… oh, I like this. I can see myself dancing on people in a fit like this," he purred lowly, tugging his shorts down just a bit to flash the tight band of his thong. "Alright, I think I'm all set, cutie. Thanks for coming back here with me. I think I got my birthday wish granted this year, although it wasn't exactly the way I had imagined it."

Tilting his head as he looked at his friend curiously, Ethan couldn't stop himself as he asked, "What sort of wish did you have in mind?"

Benny's eyes glimmered with a hint of delightful glee now that he had asked, and the dancer only closed the distance between them once more. Keeping the smaller man pinned down to the chair, he climbed on top to let his fat bubble butt brush over Ethan's clothed bulge. The stripper wrapped his strong arms around his friend's head, pulling him in for another wet and sloppy kiss. He moaned sweetly into it, grinding and rolling his hips as he let both of them imagine what it would be like for Benny to sit on top of Ethan's cock later. 

"I wished for a cutie to make out with and make him kiss me until I saw stars. I just didn't think you would be the one to do it for me," he whispered back with a soft giggle. Benny stared down at Ethan for a long moment before finally unlatching himself with a soft peck and a sway of his hips.

"I'll see you out there, yeah? I just gotta swing by the bathroom and put on some more glitter. I'll make sure to think of you when I'm dancing up there," his friend called out as he left the dressing room with a wave of his hand.

Ethan sat there for a moment, staring at his own arousal pressing up against his pants after Benny's more erotic lap dance. His phone pinged in the dim lighting, showing a text from one of their friends asking where they were. As he stared at the screen dumbly, Ethan watched as the time switched to midnight. A soft chime indicated that the next day on his calendar app was open now for him to check in.

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The festive lights twinkle like stars in the night skies. The red and green glow is enough to hypnotize.

When Ethan told him that he was moving out of his place with Trevor and moving in with someone named Angelo, Marcus was surprised to hear of this change. Not that he wasn't happy for his boyfriend to get out of such a toxic place, but because he had no idea who this Angelo person was. They weren't friends with anyone named Angelo, although Ethan had reassured him that he was a very friendly and welcoming person. Still, Marcus wasn't exactly a fan of his boyfriend moving in with yet another person, given how insecure he felt with Ethan's close friendship with Devon, Leo, and dozens of other hot guys that seemed to surround him. So when he had the chance, Marcus decided to swing by Ethan's to help him move out and to meet the new housemate.

It was still in the same apartment building, which made the move a lot easier. And from what Marcus could see, Angelo had already helped move out most of the heavy furniture and oversized items. All that was left for him and Ethan were a few small boxes and personal belongings. Ethan had told him that Angelo had stepped out a while ago to grab some lunch and head to the gym, so for the moment, it was simply the two of them lounging around on Ethan's mattress.

Marcus hummed as he tucked himself up against Ethan, idly watching some gaming streams on his laptop while his boyfriend browsed his social media apps. Ethan had made an effort to stay plugged in, informing Marcus of all the drama and tea that came with the latest celebrity gossip. He even showed off his Advent calendar app to Marcus with pride, demonstrating how he'd been consistent in checking in each day, including today. Marcus could only stare back at the screen with a mildly blank expression, but did his best to show his encouragement. Why was Ethan so insistent on showing him a calendar app? His boyfriend mentioned something about him suggesting that he download it, but Marcus never remembered such a thing.

"Oh, hey, and Spotify Wrapped is out! I thought I listened to way more pop this year, but I guess it was more jazz and lo-fi than anything. Helps with my studying, I guess," Ethan hummed as he set his phone aside. "What's yours? What did you get?"

Raising a brow at his boyfriend, Marcus couldn't help but smile back at the rather cute and excited expression when it came to simple things like this. Since Ethan was normally more composed and reserved, Marcus always savored these more personal moments that they could share together. "I haven't checked it yet. I just found out from you."

He watched as his boyfriend sat back on the bed with a huff, pretending to be mildly upset. "And after I went through all that courage just to tell you…" Ethan teased. Marcus hummed as he shrugged his shoulders, already opening up his app in response. "Well, I'm gonna go take a quick shower. Moving made me all sweaty and gross anyway. You'll tell me after I'm done?" his boyfriend asked sweetly, putting on his best puppy dog expression. As if Marcus could ever hide anything from him.

"Yeah, yeah. Go shower. You smell," Marcus teased, only laughing harder as Ethan flashed a middle finger before slipping away into the bathroom.

Glancing back at his phone's screen, Marcus disconnected his headphones from his laptop and connected them to the device instead. They still had some time to kill before Angelo came back, he supposed. And he doubted Ethan would let him off the hook if he just made up some list of top artists. Scrolling through the playlist, Marcus sat back to listen and watch the yearly recap of his music.

We're ready for you, Marcus. Come on down.

Huh, he hadn't expected an actual person voicing along with the words, although he wouldn't deny that the voice was rather soothing. It was deep and rumbling, like someone was putting on an ASMR show just to flex how deep their voice was.

We listened. Ethan's tastes can't be defined. But let's try anyway.

Ethan's? Marcus's brows furrowed in slight confusion. He thought this was supposed to be his playlist, not his boyfriends. Why would they care about Ethan's tastes on his Wrapped? And why would they even know who Ethan was?

Your top three genres this year are:

Hunks

A stud like you can't really be contained. You love the pump and the drive, and you love it when people stare at your big, beefy muscles with envy. Nothing turns you on more than feeling the clothes stretch over your skin, barely containing all that brawn that you have to offer.

Marcus's thoughts were fixated on the low, rumbling voice, his head turning to a mushy, jelly-like soup of warmth. He could feel as though something were wrong, but he couldn't quite place a finger on it. Instead, he let his fingers slide up, running over his chest as it swelled and puffed. Like someone had pumped it full of air, he watched in a daze as his chest began to stretch and rip the fabric of his shirt. The poor outfit split into a frenzy of tattered fabric, only scattering onto the bedsheets as his heaving chest was finally given room to breathe. He moaned as his nipples began to harden in the cooler air, the nubs practically puffing up and peaking over the juicy mounds of flesh like little mountaintops.

Jocks

Of course, you don't get all that muscle from just doing nothing. You're the epitome of a gym rat, spending every bit of time training yourself to be the biggest bro there is out there! Things like sweat and musk don't bother you; that's how you know you've been grinding, bro!

Marcus let out a soft chuckle as he raised his arms up in a firm flex, grunting at the effort. He could feel himself smiling as he watched his biceps form nice, solid peaks of pure muscle. His veins popped against the skin, showing off just how much power he had. Marcus tilted his head to the side, his eyes rolling back a bit as he could smell the thick coating of sweat slipping out from underneath his hairy armpits. In an instant, his brain was suddenly flooded with all these workouts, meal plans, ways to track his nutrition, and a schedule outlining the lifts he should do and the exercises he needed to maintain the pump on his thickening body.

Influencers

You've got a hot body, and you know it! It's only fair that the rest of the world knows it too. With just one flex of your pecs, people will do anything that you want. And with all that extra income from your social media presence and brand sponsorships, maybe you could go somewhere nice this year!

Groaning as he felt his back widen and his lats spread wide, Marcus sat up a bit more on the bed. He watched as bumps began to appear on his stomach, with abs slowly carving their way in beneath the heavy mounds of his chest. He panted as he idly poked at them, grunting as his mind was once more slammed with images and memories of him asking Ethan to take photos of him as he posed. At the top of his phone, a flood of notifications began to fill in, indicating all the likes and comments he was receiving on his Instagram profile. But Marcus already knew all this; it was why he was so eager to take his boyfriend traveling this year for New Year's after the holidays. Of course, that trip was a surprise for Ethan, though; the little cutie didn't know anything about it yet.

Age is just a number. So don't take this personally. Your listening age is 30.

With all the influx of information and new memories filling up his brain, Marcus stumbled out of bed with a grunt. He managed to catch himself against the nightstand, watching as his top-heavy body began to unfurl to his new height. A couple more years and memories of a life he never lived started to fill in the cracks in his mind, and Marcus could only moan as his eyes rolled back at the feeling of his head being stuffed so full. His spine began to lengthen as he reached a new dizzying height that towered over almost everyone in his life. Marcus's soft, baby-like features started to sharpen and take on a tougher, weathered visage. He wasn't much older than Ethan, but the few years he had over his boyfriend let Marcus give Ethan permission to call him his 'Daddy' in the bedroom.

Your top three albums this year are:

Devotion

You're in love! There's nothing better than that. As a committed lover, you'd do anything and everything to make your lover happy. You only have eyes for him and whatever makes him happy. Anything that doesn't make him happy, you'll take care of yourself happily.

Marcus's eyes flicked over to the bathroom door as he heard his boyfriend's soft singing voice slipping through amidst the pattering of the shower water. He shuddered as he thought about how he and Ethan first met, and how he fell in love with his boyfriend at first sight. Marcus would do anything for him. The large man's chest heaved a bit at the thought of Trevor treating his lover so bad that Ethan had to move, and he was already considering moving in now to make sure his lover was safe. With someone so small and delicate as him, it only made sense that Marcus was there by his side to make sure nothing happened to him.

Confidence

People part for you like the Red Sea. When you walk, there's a presence that can't be ignored. All the heads turn to look at you when you enter a room. And for a stud like you, it's only natural. Many mistake this as cockiness, but you've got the package and the tools to back it up.

In his new standing position, Marcus grunted as his legs began to pulse and swell. He quickly pushed down his sweatpants, not wanting them to burst the same way his shirt had. Thick cords of muscle began to stretch his skin until he was staring down at thick, elephant-like legs. Raising one muscular leg up carefully, he brought it back down to the floor with a heavy and audible thump. It was like something had tipped over and fallen. And yet, Marcus was used to those familiar sounds. After the years he spent training his legs, he was simply pleased that they matched the rest of his well-sculpted body. At least no one would be thinking twice about messing with Ethan with Marcus standing beside him.

The front pouch of his underwear began to swell as well, although it was hard for Marcus to say how much of it was just him imagining his lover showering in the room next door. He grunted as his cock began to take on a life of its own, lengthening and thickening until there was a noticeable imprint against the front of his underwear. Marcus hissed at the tight feeling, remembering his conversation with Ethan the last time they went shopping about how hard it was to find something that didn't pinch him so tightly down there. He reached down with that heavy mitt of a hand, carefully palming and adjusting the thick pipe into something more agreeable. But the mere friction was already causing his cock to harden even more, and the extra inches made the situation down there more explicit.

Dominance

When you speak, people listen. And when you want things done, it's done your way. Is it really called being demanding if people just do as you ask? With your overwhelming presence and dominating personality, you bring a whole new level to "aura farming."

Marcus's moans began to drop in sound, reaching a low and deep tone. It was almost guttural, like a reverberating sound that couldn't escape a person's head if they heard it. The noises that slipped from his mouth carried weight, and there was no doubt that when Marcus gave a command, people would have to adjust their pants first before awkwardly shuffling away to do as he told them. There was no need to ask or beg anymore. A simple 'please' and 'thank you' went a long way for him. Marcus grunted as the pouch of his underwear tightened once more, with his balls growing and gaining a certain heaviness that matched the deepness of his voice. It was similar to the voice he was listening to, if he were honest.

Your top three songs this year are:

Worship

Putting in all that hard work requires some recognition, and you love it when people show you theirs. It makes all that grind and pump worth it, and you wouldn't say no to anyone eager to fall to their knees and worship you like the god you are.

Marcus grinned as his hands slid back up to touch and grope at his thick muscles, huffing at the nice bounce that jiggled underneath the tips of his fingers. There was very little body fat on him, as he had worked hard to make sure that number melted away. But he knew that even with all his size, there was plenty for his boyfriend to lick and savor and mouth away at. It was one of the main reasons Marcus wanted to get even bigger, so he could feel Ethan's worship over every last inch of him.

Spandex

If superheroes were real, there's no question that you'd be one! But for now, you settle for dressing like one. You don't get skin-tight clothes because of a sizing mistake; you get them because the feel of fabric barely contained over all that heft is what really gets you going.

The jock's memories flickered back to all the compression shirts he had stored in his closet, no doubt a personal preference of his whenever he went to the gym. He even enjoyed getting oversized tank tops, only to pack on enough muscle in a mere few months to make them stretch out to their limit. Whenever it came to dressing up, Marcus had a whole section of his closet dedicated to superhero costumes, each one as tight and form-fitting as the last. Even if his boyfriend never admitted it, Marcus knew that it was one of his favorite things in the bedroom.

Multiple Partners

With how big your… personality is, there's so much of it to go around! Having just one person to satisfy you is never enough, so why limit yourself there? 

His head grunted at the memories of threesomes and orgies and all other sorts of sexual escapades with multiple people at once. At a time before he had met Ethan, Marcus was accustomed to having several people cater to his size and brawn. It definitely helped that his subscribers on OnlyFans were aching for another video of him taking on two twinks at once. But after he met Ethan, Marcus hadn't really considered being with anyone else unless his boyfriend was okay with it. Whether it was two people using Ethan or two people servicing him, the hunk wasn't in any rush to repeat his past sexual experiences unless his boyfriend was right there alongside him.

All of your listening made you into something bigger. What's the vibe you're giving off?

Marcus let out a low rumble in amusement as he swiped through the rest of the recap playlist, amused at the little summaries his boyfriend had been so excited to show him about earlier.

Your vibe: Leader - You've got the charm, the charisma, and the personality to take control of things. People naturally wish to follow your lead and view you as their role model. With great power comes great responsibility!

The hunk's thoughts were interrupted by the soft gasp from the bathroom doorway. Marcus glanced up, tugging off his headphones with a raised brow. His little lover stood there gaping at him, words stumbling out like he had seen a ghost and forgotten how to speak. "I– I heard… thumps and thought— what happened…?"

Marcus tilted his head in confusion, only smirking when he realized what was going on. "Ah, sorry, baby. It was just me stepping around. Nothing fell over or broke, I promise." To emphasize his point, the large man began stepping towards his lover, the room filling with the echoing sounds of his thumps. His eyes roamed over Ethan's body, enjoying the way the shower water droplets clung to that smooth, flushed skin. His boyfriend must have been so worried about him, hurrying out here without even toweling dry or getting dressed. His eyes lingered on the thin towel loosely wrapped around the other's waist, with Ethan's hand clinging to the corners to offer him some cover of modesty. Marcus's cock twitched at the sight, and as he stood in front of Ethan with his towering height, he wondered if his boyfriend knew what a tease he was being for him.

"Th– That's not what I… You’re… so big…” Ethan gasped, still struggling to find the words. Marcus hummed in amusement, reminded of the time they had first met with Ethan, also just as starstruck over his sheer size. And yet, the jock found it so endearing and sweet; it was one of the many reasons he fell for him to begin with.

"That's right, baby. I thought you liked me being so big for you," Marcus rumbled in that deep, velvety voice. He smiled as he saw Ethan's expression glaze over from that smooth tone, knowing how much his boyfriend loved even listening to him speak. It was no wonder Spotify had asked him to record some voicelines for their Wrapped playlist this year; being a big influencer always helped him establish the right connections anyway. "Were you worried about something happening to your daddy while you were showering? Does it make you nervous being even a second apart from me?" he teased with that low, rumbling purr.

Before Ethan could offer up a retort, Marcus had looped one thick arm around the other's slender waist, tugging away the wet towel so that his boyfriend was in the nude. He pulled him back over towards the bed, falling back so that the smaller man was sprawled out on top of him, with Ethan's face resting against those lovely, muscular pillows. Marcus offered a teasing bounce of his pecs, only grinning at the blush on his lover's face. 

"You're so fuckin' cute, you know that? Stormin' out here with no clothes on, pretending that it was just because you were worried. What could happen to a guy like me?" Marcus continued as he reached down to tug off the last of his clothing, so they were cuddling naked together. "If you just wanted me to fill that tight hole of yours again, baby, you just have to ask. Although I don't mind a little foreplay and roleplay. I just can't help myself when you look at me like that," he hummed. Carefully tilting Ethan's head up, Marcus leaned in to capture his lips in a firm and passionate kiss. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he made out messily with his lover, letting their tongues collide. He smirked as he felt Ethan's hand rest carefully on his chest, and Marcus's tongue slipped deeper into the other's mouth. "Mine. You're mine, baby. Anytime you want me, anywhere you want me. Just say the word, and I'll give you everything you're missing."

Marcus hummed as they broke from the kiss, savoring the reddened lips and the glossy expression in his boyfriend's eyes. He carefully slid his fingers down along the other's smooth backside, stopping as he reached those perky ass cheeks. "I'd normally wait, but you're already so wet down here. I promise I'll make it feel good for you, yeah?" he whispered against Ethan's lips. And with just a gentle prod of his fingers, the larger man began to guide his thick and hardened cockhead up against the younger man's hole. His boyfriend seemed shocked at the feeling, despite Marcus knowing that this wasn't anything new between them. And at once, he began to slide his cock into Ethan's pink pucker.

"Hah… There it is… Fuck, baby. I love fuckin' this tight little pussy of yours. Feels tighter than usual, doesn't it?" Marcus groaned as he reached down to grip his lover's waist. Giving him a gentle squeeze, he smirked as he stared up at the other man lying on top of him. "Does it hurt, babe? I know it's big every time, but you do such a good job taking me in. You're such a good boy for me," he cooed reassuringly as he pushed in a few more inches into that tight entrance. Ethan was a blubbering mess, his head tilting down until he was whimpering and drooling over the other's pecs. In any other scenario, Marcus would have offered up his sweaty pits for the other man to enjoy. But it seemed as though Ethan was far more sensitive today, and he didn't want to push his lover any more than he could handle.

"You want to suck on my tits, babe? I know just how much you love letting my nipples roll around in that wet mouth of yours," Marcus hummed as he carefully pushed in just a few more inches. One hand slid up to the back of Ethan's head, threading through his hair as he carefully guided his boyfriend over to his nipples. "Go on. It's almost all the way in. Hngh… Fuck, yes, kept that cunt real tight for me to split open today, didn't you?"

As he felt his boyfriend's mouth latch onto one of his puffy nipples, Marcus groaned from the waves of pleasure emanating from that sensitive spot. He grunted, his hips bucking and thrusting in the last few inches of his cock until he had buried it all into Ethan down to the hilt. "Fuck! Fuck yes… Take every last bit of this cock… It’s so fuckin’ hard for you…” Marcus growled as his hips thrust into the other man once more. Whatever words his lover was trying to say to him were muffled by his mouth full of all that meaty muscle. However, the rather audible and unfamiliar moan cut through the room, and Marcus's eyes shot over to the bedroom door.

In the entrance, watching the two of them go at it, stood an unfamiliar man. While he wasn't as brawny as Marcus, the other certainly had a sizeable amount of heft to his own body, with heaving pecs that were jiggling as the stranger touched himself. Marcus watched for a moment, taking in the sight of the other naked man, a slick sheen of sweat coating every inch of his naked body. One hand was pressed behind him, and Marcus could catch a glimpse of some fat, juicy ass cheeks jiggling behind him as the stranger fingered himself. The other hand alternated between stroking that thick, fat cock and tweaking at those hardened nipples. In an instant, he smiled deviously at the other with a raised brow.

"I take it you're Angelo, then? Enjoying the view?"

Ethan's supposedly new housemate was hot, from what Marcus could tell. Not as hot as him, of course, but certainly someone who could rival him with all that beef and brawn. However, the other man didn't seem bothered that he had been caught spying on them. Instead, he only grinned wider at the mention of his name. "Yeah. Seems like you're Marcus, Ethan's boyfriend. Gotta say, when I came back from the gym– Hngh, fuck… when I came back, I didn't expect to hear Ethan moaning so sweetly like that. So I—I had to, fuck, I had to come take a look," Angelo continued, holding Marcus's gaze as he continued to pleasure himself.

The large hunk hummed in thought as he continued to thrust into Ethan. If the other man wasn't stopping, neither would he. However, he did gently tug on his boyfriend's hair, pulling him away from that slobbering mess he was making over Marcus's tits. "You want your sexy minx of a housemate to join, baby? Or do you want him to just stay there and watch you take my cock over and over again?" Marcus purred as he tilted Ethan's head to look over at Angelo playing with himself. Raising a brow at his lover's head nod, he snorted as he made a soft tsking noise.

"What did I say before, Ethan? We use our words here. Tell me that you want him to join us. Tell me how bad you want a taste of your boyfriend and your roommate, and we'll let that happen."

To his credit, Marcus was surprised that his lover was conscious enough to even register the words he was telling him. Ethan's dazed expression looked as though he truly had the last of his mind fucked out from Marcus's cock. And yet, the younger man managed to offer up a few stuttering words amidst his low whimpers and mewls of pleasure.

"J-Join… Hngnh… P-Please, daddy… I… I-I want A-Angelo… ack! Hngh! T-To join…!"

And the soft gasps of admission were all it took. With a sharp nod, Marcus watched as Angelo closed the bedroom door behind him and joined the two of them on the bed. Granting his permission from the other's inquisitive look, he bucked his hips roughly and slid his inches back inside of Ethan as he watched Angelo cradle and gently kiss his boyfriend's face. From what he could tell, the housemate seemed to genuinely care about Ethan, which was infinitely better than his lover's old living conditions.

Marcus raised a brow lazily as Angelo turned to look at him, as if debating whether he could kiss the other man. Instead, the housemate posed a question to him.

"Are you planning on moving in here then? It'd be a shame if this is the only time the three of us get to have some fun."

The hunk didn't say anything for a moment, only letting the sounds of his hips slapping against Ethan's bare ass cheeks and his lover's broken moans fill the space.

"...I wouldn't have it any other way. Seems like the two of you were looking for a third anyway."

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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When spending the holidays with those we hold much dearer, It’s important to self-reflect and look in the mirror.

When Trevor had told Ethan to go pick up a new mirror for him from one of their neighbors, he hadn’t really been given much of a choice. Instead, the young man was practically thrown out with a snarl, the larger man telling him not to come back until he had what Trevor bought. Of course, there was no way Ethan would be able to carry the mirror back by himself, so he enlisted the help of his friend Stephen to tag along with him.

“It should be this apartment,” the grad student hummed as they reached the third floor. His confusion rested on the slightly ajar door, as if someone had left in a hurry but didn’t close the door all the way. Trevor did tell the man that they were coming, right? “I think he said that they met at the gym or something,” Ethan explained to Stephen as he knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened, giving sight to a rather large man dressed as if he were about to head out. He cast his eyes down at them, gazing over his rather large and mountainous pecs towards the two young men. The neighbor’s eyes lingered on them, a slight glint of derision in his eyes as he eyed the two. “What the hell do you want?”

Stephen could only squeak in surprise, shifting to stand behind Ethan nervously as the grad student stared back. He huffed, doing his best to not let his gaze wander any lower than the other man’s face. “We’re here to pick up stuff for Trevor. He sent us to grab a mirror for him or something,” he shot back. 

The other man raised a brow at the duo, a sneer finding its way onto his lips. “Seriously? I suppose it’d make sense for Trevor to send some little nerds to do things for him, though. I just don’t see him spending time with some losers like you.” But before either of them could open their mouths in response, the muscular man jerked his head back towards the rest of his apartment. “C’mon. I got some places to be, and I ain’t waiting for you pipsqueaks. The name’s Angelo. The mirror’s in the bedroom. Just come in and wait here; I don’t want you rootin’ around my stuff in the bedroom,” the jock growled.

With that, he spun away from them, offering Stephen and Ethan an ample showing of those fat, jiggling ass cheeks as he stormed into his bedroom. The two young men awkwardly shuffled into the apartment, although Stephen was unable to stop himself from reaching up and pinching his nose in disgust. “Ugh, has he ever thought about showering or washing his clothes? This dude’s whole place reeks of B.O.,” he groaned.

After moving into a house with Leo and Trevor, Ethan had gotten quite used to the smell of sweaty jocks, though. Angelo’s apartment had a different smell, but it was just as musky and heady as the others. And since Trevor had made it Ethan’s responsibility to take care of all of their laundry in the apartment, he dealt with sweaty smells on a relatively frequent basis. Ethan had instead pulled out his phone, flipping through it out of boredom. He texted Trevor to let him know that they were picking up the mirror, only to receive a middle finger emoji as a response. Typical, he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. However, Ethan paused once he reached the Advent calendar app. At this point, going through it was more of a chore than anything else, but Ethan figured that this was no different than checking a daily horoscope and moving on with his day. And sure enough, the app spat back a simple rhyming couplet, the text spouting something about self-reflecting in a mirror. What a coincidence, he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes again in annoyance.

“Everything okay? You seem annoyed by something,” Stephen asked curiously, having also grown bored from waiting and looking over at Ethan instead. But before Ethan could say anything more, the two of them heard a sharp yelp and a low groan in the same timbre as Angelo’s voice.

With their eyes widening in surprise, the two of them hurried over to the slightly ajar bedroom door, knocking on it carefully. “Angelo? A-Are you okay?” Stephen called out nervously, the young man resuming his scared position behind Ethan. When they received no response, Ethan reached out to push the door open wider. The pure scent and musk of the other man were even more potent in his bedroom, although the large beast of a man didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“Huh, where’d he go? There’s no way he just jumped out the window or something, did he?” he asked as he stepped into the room.

“What are you doing, Ethan?!” Stephen whispered back in a hushed tone, following after him when he saw that his friend wasn’t stopping. “What if he catches us or something? We’re gonna get in trouble!”

Ethan only shrugged his shoulders, glancing around the space as if he could see a sign of Angelo anywhere. “I don’t even know where he is. I bet this is some weird elaborate set-up from Trevor and that gym rat to prank us and make our lives miserable,” he grumbled. But his gaze fell towards Angelo’s nightstand, his brows furrowing in confusion when he saw the other’s wallet and keys still there. Where did he go?

“H-Hey, Ethan? Isn’t that… the stuff he was wearing?” Stephen called out. Ethan’s gaze flicked up once more, only to see his friend standing in front of a large, full-body mirror. It matched the description that Trevor had given them, although in front of it was a heap of clothes that was similar to what Angelo had been wearing.

“Huh, I guess so. What, did that meathead just strip to nothing and run out of here?” Ethan mused with a small snort as he walked over to it. He glanced over at Stephen, half-expecting a witty response or another nervous stammer. But instead, he saw his friend staring at the mirror, his brows knitted in confusion. 

“...Is there something weird with this mirror? I… My reflection looks like Angelo!”

At Stephen’s exclamation, Ethan glanced over at the mirror in surprise. And surely enough, while his reflection seemed the exact same, his friend’s appearance was a precise mimic of Angelo’s big and beefy body. It was nothing like Stephen’s chunkier frame. For a moment, the two of them stared at the pure build and brawn of the other man in the mirror. It was as if all the fat had gone towards making his chest and ass cheeks swell up instead. And the rather prominent bulge at the front of his shorts only highlighted just how much Angelo had been packing.

Stephen appeared to be having the time of his life, grinning as he flexed and turned his body. The chubbier man was giddy at the sight of Angelo, who reflected his movements in the mirror, his eyes gleaming at the make-believe fantasy. “Man, this is so cool! I wish I could have muscles like this. I bet all the guys would want me if I looked like him. And I always wanted tattoos too…” he hummed as he imagined himself as the jock. Ethan chuckled in response, smiling as he watched his friend enjoy himself. It seemed like the first time he had really seen Stephen seem happy about his body. Someone as sweet and caring as Stephen would have been a much better match for someone as aggressive and stand-offish as Angelo.

“Alright, enough posing for the day, Mr. Olympia. I’m pretty sure this is the mirror. Let’s just grab it and go. Trevor said he already paid for it, so we can just take it back.”

But Ethan’s words were lost on Stephen, his friend still fixated on flexing in front of the mirror. He was busy making Angelo’s ass cheeks bounce and jiggle, even slapping his own butt to see the reflection do the same. “Man…” he murmured as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out towards Angelo’s reflection. “You think Trevor would let me have this mirror instead? I’d pay him just so I can look like–” 

Ethan blinked the moment Stephen’s fingers brushed against the reflective surface of the mirror. In one moment, his friend was admiring the funny antics of the mirror. In the next, Angelo was standing there, towering over him with that same cool gaze he greeted them with. Ethan stumbled back in surprise, his eyes widening at being caught in the other’s bedroom. “A-Angelo?! W-We weren’t doing anything, we were just grabbing the mirror!” he stammered out quickly. Where was Stephen? And where did Angelo come from?

To his surprise, unlike the visceral anger or stony disgust that he was expecting to be slapped with from someone like Angelo, the beefy man only stared back at him in confusion. “E-Ethan? W-What… what do you mean? I’m Stephen!” he said back in that low, gravely tone. His eyes widened in surprise, as if shocked to hear his own voice. And the jock’s hands were soon flying up to his tatted throat, squeezing it in surprise. “What the hell?”

“S-Stephen? This isn’t… this isn’t some prank, right? Give me back my friend!” Ethan yelled, his eyes glistening with fury. Whatever sick joke Angelo and Trevor had planned for them didn’t deserve to be dished out on his friend. Why was he pretending to know him? As his fists shot forward, though, the jock caught them with ease, surprise still on his face. The grip on Ethan’s wrists was a bit too hard, and the young man winced at the sudden flash of pain rushing through his body.

“Ah, shit! I’m sorry. Sorry, Ethan. I… Whoa, I feel so strong…” Angelo murmured as he reached down to poke at his pecs. “Wait, I’m actually Stephen! I promise. Remember when we got dinner a couple of days ago, and you were talking about how you were having problems with your boyfriend because he was jealous about how much Devon liked flexing for you? Or how we were both trying not to stare at the sexy DILF you have as a boss at your coffee shop?”

Ethan’s struggle slowly faded at those words, his eyes widening as he stared up at the jock with a mixture of both surprise and confusion. “...S-Stephen? How… what’s going on? How are you… You look like Angelo!”

The large-chested man offered a sheepish smile, shrugging as he gently released Ethan’s hands. “I don’t know. I mean, I just touched the mirror because I wanted a better look at myself. And then the next thing I know, you’re trying to attack me.” The grad student blushed at that, a flush of red coloring his cheeks as he stared up at Angelo.

“Sorry about that. I thought… that jock did something to you. I didn’t know where you were, and I panicked.”

Angelo grinned as he flashed a bright smile down at Ethan. “No, I totally get it. I don’t really know what happened or what’s going on, but I can’t say I’m complaining. If you were in my shoes, I probably would have reacted the same way too,” he noted with a more somber expression lingering on the usually cocky face.

Pausing as he rubbed at his wrists, Ethan stared up at Angelo with a curious expression in his eyes. “So… Are you just Angelo now? I mean, do we… try and get you back? Do I still call you Stephen?”

The large man grimaced at the idea of it, shaking his head in response. “I… I definitely don’t want to go back. I mean, this dude is hot. Have you seen this? Plus, it’s weird, but I feel like I can keep being him. All the stuff about his workouts, what to eat, his life, it’s all in my head here,” Angelo murmured as he tapped the side of his skull. “I guess you can’t really call me ‘Stephen’ without people being really confused. And Angelo sounds kinda sexier anyway,” he teased. The rather prominent bulge hanging between the two of them twitched at that, and Angelo offered up an awkward laugh at his body showing off just how much he liked it.

“I mean, I don’t even know how this guy went about his day. His body’s so sensitive everywhere. It feels like I could blow my load just from wearing all these tight shirts,” Angelo continued as he pushed up his heavy pecs. He grinned as he bounced them, showing off the sheer size and heft stretched up against the shirt.

Angelo seemed to notice the way Ethan gawked at him, only grinning as he tugged off the rest of his clothes in one fluid motion. The jock made sure to strip most slowly and sensually possible, letting each bit of his clothes struggle against his bulky body. The fabric clung to his skin, as if refusing to let go. Finally, with the last few bits being discarded to the floor, Angelo was left standing in front of the mirror in skimpy underwear, barely doing anything to hide the thick cock straining against the damp pouch and the fat ass cheeks spilling out at the sides. If Ethan didn’t know any better, it almost looked as if he were wearing a thong, with what little fabric was left visible. Angelo’s jiggling cheeks had practically swallowed up the rest between that tempting crack.

Carefully making his way over to the bed with the grace and flexibility of a cat, Angelo sashayed over to the bed. The more flowery, prancing movement seemed out of place on a man so dedicated to building up his body, and yet Ethan could see how even the simplest movements made all the right assets bounce before his very eyes. Angelo lay down on the bed, spreading his legs apart as he eyed his friend with a lustful look in his eyes. “Hey, I bet he would have never done this with either of us. Even if his body feels like it’s ready to cum like fifteen times. You know, I don’t think he’s ever been eaten out before. But I can already tell that this ass could take just about anything in it. And his nipples are begging to be sucked.”

With his friend in the driver’s seat, Ethan could only watch as Angelo made a show of himself on the bed. The jock writhed about as he touched and groped at his body. He never broke his eye contact with Ethan, though, licking his lips hungrily as he carefully pushed down his undergarments. “Oh, Ethan… I bet you were fantasizing about this body the whole time, weren’t you? Come on, baby. I’m practically begging for you to do something to me. Anything. I bet you’re dying for a taste. I know I said that he smelled earlier, but now his musk is like… the most intoxicating thing. Fuck, no wonder this place smells so strongly of him. I can’t get enough,” Angelo moaned lewdly. As one hand reached up to tweak at his nipples, the other slid down between his thighs to spread apart his cheeks. Ethan gasped as he watched the other man’s thick fingers gently poke and pat at his tight pucker, clearly unused by anyone just yet.

“If I could get wet here, I would. You think you can help me out? His body’s so sensitive… I just need to feel something…”

Without another word, Ethan carefully made his way onto the bed. He positioned himself between Angelo’s thick thighs, his trembling hands gripping the insides of his legs to help keep himself steady. The jock only mewled at the feeling, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Hah… Fuck yeah… Just like that… I’m aching for you, Ethan….” he whimpered. The young man leaned in, letting his head slip up between the two sweaty cheeks. His tongue darted forward, probing and flicking at the slick hole. The taste of jock overwhelmed his senses, and Ethan’s own body offered up a few involuntary moans as he dove in a bit deeper. With Angelo’s thick body keeping him in place, Ethan wasn’t even sure if he could pull away now if he wanted to. The other man certainly had the strength to keep his face pressed up between those bouncy cheeks. And it wasn’t like he really wanted to stop anyway.

Angelo moaned and squealed with delight as he felt Ethan lick and spit on his hole. His own cock was leaking precum all over his stomach, the rivulets trickling between the crevices of his abs and cum gutters. The hunk panted with need, a growing heat in his crotch making him squirm about on the bed. “Oh, fuck… Hah… Oh Ethan… I’m so wet down there…” he cooed as he felt the other’s warm saliva coating along and inside his pink pucker. Reaching down to grab one of Ethan’s hands, Angelo guided it up towards his heaving chest, letting it settle onto his nipples. “Fuck… Pinch me… Squeeze me… Use me, baby…” he groaned. The overwhelming waves of pleasure and sensitivity wracked Angelo in a way that he had never felt before. He certainly wasn’t getting any when he was in his original body, and this new form was far more attuned to the mere touches of another.

Without much warning, Angelo’s shuddering moans began to increase in volume. In the next moments, his twitching, throbbing cock was shooting thick ropes of cum into the air. The cum splattered onto his heavy pecs, staining the dark tattooed ink with a sticky white. Angelo moaned as his hips bucked, his orgasm coming as fast and violent as he had once been. His asscheeks clamped down around Ethan’s head, keeping the other man in place as he came. He hadn’t even registered what his body was doing until he slowly came down from that dizzying height. And for a moment, the two of them simply lay there in bed, with Angelo coated in his own cum and sweat.

“...Fuck,” he rasped as he slowly relaxed his muscles to give Ethan the chance to breathe. “I… didn’t think that would be so fast. I was hoping you could fuck me too. And then fuck these fat tits of mine,” he groaned as the jock reached down to swipe up some of his own cum that coated his abs. After a moment, Angelo glanced down at his friend, a devious smirk forming on his lips. He began smearing the cum off his fingertips over his puffy areolas, watching as Ethan stared at the movement. “I guess I’ll settle for you sucking my seed off my nipples. I bet it’ll taste really good…” Angelo hummed.

Ethan didn’t need much encouragement, already sliding up to lick and suck away at the other’s heaving pecs. His low moans and whimpers of delight filled the otherwise silent bedroom, and the only noise left was the wet slurps of Ethan’s greedy mouth lapping up as much cum as Angelo would feed him. When the jock surmised that he was clean enough, he gently pushed Ethan away from his chest. The nipples were puffier than before, a slight tinge of red indicating just how much the young man had nipped and tugged at them with his mouth.

“Fuck, I’d just lie here all day in bed with you, exploring our bodies together. But I think Trevor’s getting pissed that you aren’t coming back,” Angelo hummed as he nodded his head towards the blinking screen of Ethan’s phone. “We should probably drop off that mirror of his before he throws a fit.” Reluctantly pulling away and sliding off the bed, Ethan sighed as he opened up his phone, glancing through the flurry of angry messages from his housemate. Angelo, humming sympathetically for his friend, also stood up, rifling through his drawers as he pulled out some fresh clothes to wear.

“You know, I never understood why you wanted to live there with them. I get that they’re hot, but they definitely shouldn’t treat you that way. I just could never do anything about it for you,” Angelo said softly with a saddened expression on his face. “But I’ll tell you what. With me in control of all this muscle and brawn, why don’t you move in here with me? I’ll treat you a whole lot better than they would. And it seems like we could definitely explore this new body of mine way more together,” he purred as he leaned in close.

The jock could see his friend’s eyes widen in surprise, as if he were actually considering such a proposition. Angelo smiled once more as he finished slipping on a tight-fitting tank top and baseball cap. “I’ll let you think it over. I know it seems sudden, but I’ve always wanted to help you out of there anyway, even before I looked this hot,” he chuckled as he flexed his biceps for Ethan to ogle at. “I’ll help carry the mirror up for you, and let you deal with all the mess with your housemates. If you ever want to, though, just text me, and I’ll have this place ready for you.”

Ethan could feel his cheeks blushing a bit at the generosity from his friend, who certainly didn’t have to even think about him anymore, now that he looked like Angelo. Or rather, was Angelo. “I, um, have a dog, too. If you’d be okay with that. His name’s Julian.” He shuffled his feet a bit as he thought over the possibility of a new living arrangement. Perhaps he could even get his own bed and room again. “What are you going to do after we drop off the mirror? Come back here and… do some more exploring?” he said with an envious expression lingering over his face.

Angelo laughed as he bounced his pecs, a cocky smirk finding its way once more onto the heartthrob’s lips.

“No way, man! I’m gonna go see if I can have some fun with that coffee shop papi of yours. Amir might not have looked at me before, but he’ll definitely look at me now!”

"...I think he likes being called Mr. Nassar."

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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Ice skaters leave winding trails in patterns they create, Wouldn’t it be better to follow something more straight?

Since it was the last weekend before their last week of classes, Ethan and a group of his friends were hoping to get an early start to the winter break celebrations. The young man was undoubtedly looking forward to getting a break, and with his boss letting him take tomorrow’s shift instead, Ethan was excited to have a fun holiday dinner with his friends. Since there was still some time before when they were all supposed to meet up, though, the young man decided to swing by one of his friends’ houses to pick him up before they left.

He had met Devon back when they were still in undergrad, with the two of them hitting it off as the only two queer people living in their freshman dorm hall. While their interests and classes never aligned, Ethan found that he enjoyed having someone as a friend who could also understand his experiences, as he had never seen that growing up. After the two of them graduated and were still undecided about what to do with their lives, they agreed that, if things lined up, they could try applying to the same graduate school together. And the rest remained history.

Knocking on the other’s front door, he strolled into Devon’s apartment as he had done many times before. “Yoohoo! You gettin’ ready for the party?” Ethan called out as he closed the front door behind him. Although Ethan’s boyfriend was also coming to the party, the other man opted to not come along with the two of them. It had always been a point of contention in their relationship, with Marcus struggling to accept their close friendship. Marcus had often talked about how Devon had such a big crush on Ethan, but he just couldn’t see where his boyfriend was coming from. Sure, Ethan relied on Devon a lot since they were such good friends, and Devon had definitely come over more than once to spend an evening sprawled out on Ethan’s bed, talking about boys, but there was no way that his cute and shy friend was into him, right? 

Devon’s head peeked out from the bedroom, the petite nerd smiling wider at the sight of Ethan. “Ah, Ethan! Gimme a sec, I’m finishing up working out this bug in my project. I swear I had the code down perfectly this morning; I don’t know why it’s doing this now…” 

Ethan snorted as he walked over, reaching down to place a hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “Ah, ah. No way. If I let you weasel your way back into work, we’re never going to go to dinner with the rest of the group. Or are you forgetting spring sophomore year?” he teased. Devon’s cheeks blushed a soft red, the other man huffing at the mere mention of the memory.

“Alright, alright! I give in. Gosh, I thought we said we’d never talk about it again,” Devon grumbled as he pushed his sliding glasses back up the frame of his nose.

Ethan only shrugged in response to his friend, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Gotta get you to stop working somehow. Which, on that note, when’s the last time you showered, man? Not saying you stink, but you could definitely use one,” he joked as he pinched his nose as if to shut out some offending smells radiating from Devon’s bedroom. “Is this why people always talk about gamers not showering and stuff? You and your computers…”

Devon stuck his tongue out in retaliation, rolling his eyes as he took a quick whiff of his armpits. “Ha ha, very funny. I’ll go shower and get ready now. You cool waiting for a bit? It’ll be fast.”

Ethan smiled back at his friend, only waving his hand in response. “Yeah, no worries! Do what you have to do; I’m not going anywhere. Just don’t blame me if I start browsing through your Crunchyroll and Netflix out of boredom,” he called out, heading over to the couch to sit. “Apparently, there are some new episodes of My Hero that came out. I haven’t had the chance to watch since I’ve been so busy prepping for finals.”

“Hey! Don’t start it without me! You’re going to spoil it for me!” Devon shouted through the closed bedroom door as he walked away to get ready for the evening.

Ethan laughed as he made himself comfortable, flicking idly through the list of Netflix shows as he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. He opted for something simple that he’d seen before, some trashy reality show about real estate agents, before turning on his phone to browse through Instagram and TikTok. It wasn’t until he was deep into the trenches of his feed that he saw the small notification ping reminding him to check in.

Oh right. This thing again. For a moment, Ethan debated just ignoring the app, swiping the notification away, and resuming his scroll. But then the notification reappeared, the phone vibrating in response to being ignored the first time. And after another attempt to swipe it away, the notification returned for a third time, as incessant and demanding as the first.

“Alright, fine. Geez, can’t a man just enjoy some brainrot?” Ethan grumbled as he reluctantly tapped the notification. Those things always went away after he read the stupid rhyme. So the young man flicked open the calendar app, read the daily message with a roll of his eyes, and closed it to resume his browsing. Ethan figured he should consider removing it, half-debating in his mind the pros and cons of leaving such an annoying thing on his phone for a month.

Not realizing just how much time had passed after spiraling down a series of reels about the hottest food spots in Florida, the young man sat upright from his position on the couch. How long had he spent waiting for Devon now? The sounds of the shower had stopped, which must have been a good sign at least. “Hey Devon, you good? We should probably get going soon, or we’re gonna be late!”

The bedroom door opened in a rather frantic bang, with the smaller man leaning up against the doorframe. His eyes seemed glassy, and his face flushed. It looked as though Devon had just stumbled out of the shower, with a towel frantically wrapped around his waist. And with the still-fresh water droplets clinging to his ebony skin, Ethan’s friend looked more sickly than anything. “E-Ethan… I…I don’t feel s-so good…”

“Whoa, you okay, man? What’s wrong, what happened?!” Ethan asked in surprise as he jumped up from the couch, hurrying over to inspect Devon. “Are you feeling sick? You look like you got slammed by a bus over and over…” he gasped, already pulling out his phone. “I can call an ambulance over if you think it’s necessary. Forget the din–”

His words trailed off slowly, with the two of them staring down at Devon’s legs. The slight window that his towel provided was starting to widen bit by bit, parting for Ethan to see a firm and bulky thigh. The muscle was thick and corded, with veins pushing up against the skin. There was a low squeaking noise, like skin rubbing on a smooth surface. And if Ethan’s eyes didn’t betray him, he could see Devon’s feet starting to stretch and lengthen in the small puddle of shower water on the hardwood floor, reaching a size that would cause even the greatest basketball players to have some envy. 

“Holy… What the hell?”

Devon couldn’t manage much in his state, the young man scrunching up his face as his body trembled. His small and slender frame looked out of place on top of something so big and meaty, like the bottom half had been swapped out with an elite athlete. He gasped as he leaned up against the frame, his fingers still frantically clutching at the ends of his towel to preserve some semblance of modesty. “Hngh…. E-Ethan… oh god… W-What’s…going on? I feel.. so hot…” he panted as sweat started to drip down his forehead. His back arched as something pulsed through him once more, and a fresh set of rock-hard abs began to carve themselves into Devon’s formerly flat stomach. 

Ethan swallowed thickly as he watched a few droplets of sweat (or was it shower water? He wasn’t sure anymore) trickle down, tracing through the new grooves and outline of Devon’s abs. Standing in such close proximity to his overheated friend, he could practically feel the smooth ridges and bumps if he let his hand move forward just a few more inches. “I… think we should call someone,” he mumbled as he stared up at Devon. Wait, up?

The computer geek’s spine had lengthened and stretched, with him standing at a dizzying new height where he could look down on Ethan in turn. Devon wanted to keep looking at his crush, anyway. In any other situation, this would have been a dream come true for him, seeing the young chemist being so worried and concerned about his well-being. Ethan’s scrunched-up face always looked so cute, and Devon had always dreamed that it would be directed towards him instead. But in the moment, he was having difficulty seeing past the two thick and heavy mounds of muscle that blocked the view of his friend. His flat chest had grown to the point of obstructing his view, framing everything with two juicy tits that bounced every time he took a shuddering breath. Devon’s head felt so fuzzy as the waves of pleasure slammed against his brain each time, and the former nerd could feel his brain struggle to comprehend why he was staring back at a body fit for a jock. His memories of staring at guys in the gym were becoming replaced with lifting and pumping iron instead. Late nights spent at Ethan’s place going through Grindr together were filled instead with flicking through Tinder, although his feed on that app seemed more occupied with big-breasted babes and skimpily-dressed sluts than the muscle men he had touched himself to. Wait, women? But… I like men…

Meanwhile, with his view blocked by those heaving muscle tits that seemed to continue swelling with each passing second, Ethan’s gaze shifted over towards Devon’s arms, gripping onto the doorframe tightly. He gasped as he watched the forearms and biceps thicken, each pulse adding a new layer of muscle onto the next. “You’re… so big…” he muttered as he watched his friend turn from a shy and meek nobody into a sex god before his very eyes. Those biceps were mountainous peaks now, primed and ready to slam weights and throw balls across whole fields. If Ethan hadn’t known Devon before, he would have been sure that the other man was a star athlete on the football team, easily mowing down anyone and everyone that came in his way. But why did he have memories of that, watching Devon play like an absolute beast on the field?

Devon stumbled forward a bit, his now heavy and muscular body pressing up against Ethan as his arms wrapped themselves around his friend’s shoulders. He didn’t care anymore if he was all sweaty again after his fresh shower. He didn’t care if his body trembled with another pulse of pleasure, forcing his flat ass to sculpt itself into a fat and jiggling bottom. He didn’t care if his face was slowly shifting into the visage of a model, with a hot and smoldering look on his lips, even when he wasn’t trying. He just wanted all of this to stop; he wanted things to go back to normal. The young man’s brain was overwhelmed with memories that didn’t feel like him, of sports and women and confident, sexy flirting to bring people back to his place. And yet, the more he tried to fight such feelings, the more he felt this feeling of arousal swelling in his groin, a burning heat that was turning into a roaring fire. Ethan’s soft whimper and light gasp against his ear caused his cock to twitch, and Devon glanced down weakly to see that he had dropped his towel in his hazed state.

Heavy pants filled the room as the two watched his small and modest cock begin to thicken and lengthen. It was as if he was growing hard and getting an erection, except Devon’s length was practically pulsing with each bit of growth. The pleasure was inexplicable, though, with the former nerd naturally reaching down to grip and play with the base of the fattening member. The sheer girth and size were something that almost required two hands at this point, and while Devon would have usually been more modest and embarrassed about his lewd display, the young man found himself smirking a bit as he licked his lips. Seeing Ethan’s own arousal towards him made Devon preen with delight. He didn’t know he wanted the other man to look at him so lustfully before, but now he wasn’t complaining about it. There was something in the back of his mind that knew this was all wrong, that this wasn’t who he truly was. But Devon’s struggles to maintain a semblance of who he used to be were failing with each long and lengthy stroke of his cock.

“O-Oh… oh fuck… Hah, Ethan, I.. I’m so fuckin’ horny, man… You gotta help me!” he whimpered as he tugged at his thick cock. Droplets of precum were starting to leak out of his flared cockhead, the slit dripping out thick globules of his seed in anticipation of what was to come. And yet, as Devon played with his newly lengthened and throbbing length, he could feel some aspects of himself start to drain and drift down into his balls. All the things that made him proud to be gay, proud to be a friend for Ethan to rely on, and proud to harbor a not-so-secret crush on the other man, were drifting away into that heavy, swinging ballsack. Whatever was truly Devon at his core was filling up those orbs, until they were practically ready to churn it all out. With one hand firmly grasping his friend’s shoulder, Devon forcefully pushed the smaller man down so that he was eye-level with that dripping pole of a cock. Fuck, I need to stop this. I should stop this, the computer geek thought as he felt his balls tighten. And then his brain was flashed with such white hot energy, the jock couldn’t think much more beyond the thick ropes of cum he was shooting over his friend’s face.

“Hah! Hngh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he roared, Devon’s cock twitching as he came. Each load pulsed through his body, a long and hard orgasmic rush driving him deep into his core. With each rope that spurted out and onto Ethan’s face, Devon could feel the core of him being gay leaking out bit by bit. Instead, all that was left behind was a confident, cocky young athlete. He was a thoroughbred athlete, through and through, spending time between his coding projects to play pickup games or pump up his chest at the gym. And with a thick and heavy cock like his, ready to blow with all that masculinity, Devon made sure to upkeep his cardio with endless nights of driving his length deep into some nice, wet pussies. There was nothing better than fucking a girl silly until she squealed; he loved to see how many orgasms he could draw out of them before they were left on his bedsheets in an absolute mess.

Glancing down at Ethan’s dazed and cum-coated face, his friend chuckled at the sight. Most people wouldn’t have thought that they’d have been great friends for such a long time, assuming that he would have been Ethan’s bully or some bullshit like that, but Devon loved proving people wrong. He and Ethan had a good understanding with each other that, while he was never really into guys like that, he could at least support his other friend through his own sexual identity and orientation. The jock reached down to wipe his still-dripping cock over the other’s lips, enjoying the view of the strands of white coating the other’s reddened lips. “Fuck, man. I can see why the guys on the team love talking about fucking you if they had the chance now. You look really good like this. If you had a cunt and some tits, I’d go to fuckin’ town on you,” he chuckled deeply as he ruffled Ethan’s head.

Staring up at Devon with a flicker of confusion throughout his lustful haze, Ethan could only sit back on his heels with a slight, inquisitive noise slipping from his lips. “W…What? But… I thought… aren’t you gay?”

Devon had wandered back into his bedroom, pulling out a couple of pairs of underwear. The athlete had slid on a clean pair for himself, tossing a freshly used set from his workout earlier in the day towards Ethan. “Hah, you wish, buddy! I know you keep wanting that to be true, and I know you’d love nothing more than to have a proper taste of all this, but you gotta stop asking me that, man. You know I’m a ladies’ man through and through. Nothing feels better than some tight cunts squeezing this cock of mine,” he teased as he gripped his softening cock through his underwear. “Now, c’mon. Wipe yourself up, or we’re not going to make it to the party on time. I even gave you a freshly-used one, since I know how much my little gay bro loves stealing my underwear and sniffing it in private,” Devon sang teasingly.

“I don’t–!” Ethan opened his mouth in protest, his eyes flashing with annoyance at the accusation. But then, memories of him sneaking into Devon’s apartment while the other man was out working to rifle through his dirty laundry implanted themselves into Ethan’s mind like a mindworm. The young man gaped for a few moments, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Reluctantly, he picked up the sweaty pair of boxers and began wiping off his face, his nose twitching as he caught the strong scent of Devon’s sweat pressing up against his face.

“There ya go. There’s the dirty Ethan I know. God, people always find it weird that we’re friends, but doesn’t it make sense for the sluts and the studs to stick together? I mean, it’s only natural you’d want a taste of me, and even though I can’t give you what you really want, I’ll always look out for you, man. It’s nice knowing that even the gays find me hot. Just don’t expect me to jerk off on you all the time, alright? This was more of a one-time thing since you asked,” Devon reminded Ethan as he finished dressing himself up for the dinner. “Alright, ready to go? Any thoughts on the fit?”

Ethan could only stare back dumbly as he watched the other man tease and flex through the tight-fitting outfit, flashing his cobbled abs or bouncing those hefty pecs. “...N-No notes…” he mumbled, tossing the dirty fabric to the side. “Anything I gotta fix?”

Devon paused, striding close so that he was practically all up in Ethan’s grill once more. The jock looked him over, tilting his head up so that they were staring at each other. A cocky smirk lingered on his lips as his thumb wiped away a stray trail on the other’s cheek. “You got some on the corner of your lips there. I dunno if your boyfriend will like that. You should probably lick it off before he can taste me on you,” he teased, wiggling his brows as he let go of his friend’s chin. “I can’t tell if he’s jealous because he knows you’ve got a crush on me, or because he knows that if I were gay, I’d be such a better boyfriend for you than he could ever be.”

Staring back at Devon incredulously, Ethan couldn’t say much to that. Instead, the young man wiped at his lips and stormed out of the apartment, not even bothering to wait as he heard his friend’s sharp, barking laughter behind him.

The rest of the night went relatively smoothly, although it was challenging to remain focused on the dinner. Ethan couldn’t help but stare at Devon, wondering if he had always been friends with such a confident and sexy hunk. But every time he glanced over, his friend seemed to sense his gaze. And the straight jock would always glance back, offering a sly wink or a tilt of his glass towards Ethan. The young man could feel his stomach flip-flop each time they made eye contact, and he would hurriedly glance away once more. Yeah, he supposed this was what their friendship had always been like after all; one of them always pining after the other.

It was kind of a part of the fun to bump into those guys not really by accident.

Of cause I made sure my little friends were ok, snug in my hand, well placed so they got in contact when I ran into those fellas.

So now, as soon as those guys were out of the gym I put my little friends on the floor where they began to bubble up right away, growing and shaping until they became perfect replica of those shapely gymrats.

"This is gonna be fun!" I smiled, and when they smiled back I knew, that they still were just as eager for some explorations as they were the first time we did this.

Outside the nightclub, I saw a lean man wearing a grey hoodie standing in the dark alley. He nodded in my direction and walked deeper into the alley. I followed right behind him.

"You're Leon, right?" He asked.

"Yes. So... do you have it?"

"Of course. Pink pill or Black pill?"

"Black."

He grinned at me as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag filled with black pills. He then handed me one pill. I inspected it closely, it looked like any other pill, but it was what was inside that made it so special and so expensive.

He then pulled another Ziploc, this time it had white pills and he handed me a second pill.

"Swallow the white pill before you use the black pill on your target."

"Got it," I then paid him the money, and after he counted it, he started walking away.

"I gotta go, have more deliveries to make. If you need anything else, you have my number. Enjoy your Alien pill, dude," but before he left he looked back. "Oh, and don't try to make the alien aware, they will crash out and die immediately if you do."

Noted. I put both pills inside my pocket and entered the nightclub. The place was crowded, and the music was loud and shitty. I couldn't wait to leave already with my prize. It didn't take me long to find the perfect subject.

It was not hard to notice him, he was the hottest and most muscular man at the club, he had huge tattooed arms and a sexy goatee. He wore a tight black tee with jean pants, and a big golden watch to match his confident persona. He looked dangerous in the sexiest way possible, like someone you wouldn't want to mess with, but I sure was about to mess with him. Women were being drawn to him like a magnet, they all wanted to get a piece of the man, and I was no exception, the only difference was that they had a real chance with him, while I did not.

But that was about to change, I thought as I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I swallowed the white pill first and while the hunk was distracted watching the girls trying to seduce him, I walked beside him and casually threw the black pill inside his drink. The pill quickly dissolved, and out of it came a very tiny tadpole-like alien. The tiny alien was very small and transparent, so there was no chance of the clueless stud spotting the creature in the dark chaotic dance floor. I watched with a smirk from afar as he took a sip of his drink.

The alien quickly reached the man's brain and in seconds the man was gone and in his place a parasitic alien was in control of his body. The man immediately turned and walked towards me with the biggest smile on his face. I didn't know the takeover was this quick!

The man started dancing sensually in front of me while constantly making eye contact and smiling. He danced like a typical straight man would dance, making sure all his moves were masculine and sensual, sometimes he would wink at me.

"Hey, I noticed you've been staring at me a lot. Do you like my dance moves?" He asked, his powerful baritone voice broke through the loud music.

"You're a talented dancer, but it wasn't your dancing that drew my attention." I then looked at him from his feet to his head.

His smile grew wider. "I'm Vincent, what's your name, cutie?"

"I'm Leon. Nice to meet you, Vincent."

"How about we take this party to my place, Leon? Just the two of us, what do you think?" He then grabbed his bulge and waved it at me.

I gasped when I noticed the massive hard-on inside his jeans. I was out of words, I could only smile and stare at the tattooed hunk staring at me with lust. I was getting hard as well. He chuckled and took a few steps closer, he put his huge hand on my waist and pulled me against his body, my hands were now resting on his big pecs and my hard-on was pressed against his bulge. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"I've been looking for a date the entire night, turns out I was barking up the wrong trees the whole time. You're exactly what I need." He then kissed me, and I melted in his arms as I allowed my tongue to explore this hot straight man. His mouth tasted of beer and mint.

The parasitic aliens in the pills were totally clueless that they were aliens inhabiting a human body. They were programmed to believe they had always been the hosts they inhabit. The alien in control of Vincent's body had no idea he was not the real Vincent. They were biologically programmed to not realize their true nature as a fail-safe. Even if a client told them that they were just tiny programmed aliens made for horny humans to enjoy people they had no chance of sleeping with, they wouldn't understand and would simply die of shock, leaving their vessels in a vegetative state. That's why the Alien pill dealers always warned their clients to not reveal the truth to the aliens.

The pink pill means the alien has a submissive and obedient personality. These aliens are very slutty and hungry to serve, they're perfect for clients who want a slut to fuck.

The black pill is the opposite of the Pink pill, it means the alien has a dominant and alpha personality, which was exactly what I wanted out of this sexy hunk.

The white pill doesn't have an alien, they have special pheromones that only work on the aliens, making them extremely horny, obedient, and attracted to the client.

When Vincent broke the kiss, I noticed all the women who were flirting with him before, were now all staring with confusion and gossiping.

"Fuck, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm hornier than usual! I'm not gay, I was planning to get some wet pussy tonight, but for some reason all I want is to fuck you hard!" I felt his hand on my ass.

"Then let's go to your place, and you do to me what you were planning to do to your date tonight."

Once at Vincent's apartment, we entered his bedroom while we made out like lovers who were separated for months. My hands were all over his muscular arms and chest, feeling those hard pecs through his black tee, feeling them flex under my touch. I helped him take off his shirt and he backed me up against the wall.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock," he growled against my lips, then shoved me down to my knees. I didn't need telling twice. My fingers hooked into his waistband and yanked his pants down. Out it sprang—his huge thick brown cock, eight solid inches of heavy manhood, veiny and throbbing, with those big low-hanging balls swinging underneath. My mouth watered instantly.

Vincent chuckled, grabbing the base and slapping that fat heavy shaft across my cheek. Smack. Smack. "Look at you, drooling already. Pathetic little cock-hungry bitch," Smack. Smack. "You're the first man to ever enjoy this dick, so you better give me the best blowjob of my life. Open up." He didn't wait. His hand locked tight in my hair, yanking my head forward as he shoved every inch down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged hard, throat convulsing around him, spit already dripping down my chin. Vincent groaned, his hips snapping forward, face-fucking me raw. "That's it, choke on it, faggot. Take every fucking inch like the worthless slut you are." His balls slapped my chin with every thrust, his moans getting louder, rougher. I could barely breathe but fuck, I loved it.

I suddenly felt a hard slap on my face, "Suck harder, fag! You should consider yourself lucky, there were women at that club who would kill to be in your place right now!"

I started sucking harder, and every time he felt I was slacking, he would slap my face. After a few minutes, he finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. "Enough warming up." Vincent ripped open his drawer, tossed a condom and the lube at my chest like trash. Then he stripped fully, climbed onto the bed, and sprawled back naked. Legs spread wide, hands resting behind his head, showing off those hairy, musky armpits and bulging biceps. His thick cock stood straight up, pulsing.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get to work."

I first stripped naked and scrambled up, rolling the condom down that massive shaft, slathering it with lube till it shone. Straddling him, I lined up and sank down slow at first—fuck, the stretch burned so good. Then I started riding him like a whore, bouncing hard, grinding my ass down to take him balls-deep. "Oh shit, Vincent..." I moaned, hands on his sweaty chest, feeling those muscles flex under me. I rode faster, ass clapping, lost in it, whimpering like a slut while he smirked up at me.

"Look at you, fucking yourself stupid on my huge cock. Such a greedy little cumdump."

We flipped after I was shaking and close. Vincent pinned me missionary, legs over his shoulders, and pounded me deep. His sweat dripped onto my face with every brutal thrust—hot, salty drops landing on my lips, my eyes. He was grunting like an animal, that thick dick rearranging my guts. "Take it, bitch. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Getting wrecked by a real man!"

His thrusts got faster, slamming into me so hard the bed creaked. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural moan. "Ughhh fuuuuck—yeah, take my load you fucking slut—grrrraaahhh!" His whole body tensed, cock pulsing hard inside me as he grunted and growled through it, flooding the condom while his muscles flexed.

He then collapsed right on top of me, dead weight, breathing heavy. His cock stayed rock-hard and throbbing inside my wrecked hole even as he dozed off, pinning me there under all that muscle and ink.

I knew that although the alien would unknowingly remain in control of Vincent's body forever, the pheromones of the white pill only lasted for a day, meaning the alien's attraction to me would gradually fade until he didn't want anything to do with me. I didn't want this to end so quickly. Carefully, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, making sure not to wake Vincent, and dialed a number.

/muscle/testosterone drain

Vincent shouldn't have said all that shit about me. Now he's my nerdy twerp roommate and I'm the hot frat bro. It was so fun watching the fear in his eyes as i drained all the muscle from him, I could jack off to that feeling for days. With this new testosterone and cock I'm practically drowning in cum anyways. Didn't mean to make him a fag but I accidently swapped our sexualities too, doesn't matter- raming pussy with this huge dick feels amazing and I'm not gonna stop. I started jacking off in front of him, something he used to do to me. Since he's new at being gay he can't really hide his horniness. Its hot to put someone in their place, to watch their eyes become fearful of what they've become.

The feelings even better when he knows I'm watching him, his breath heavy as my thick hand slides up and down my huge vascular cock. My eyes locked with his as I think about his ex girlfriend's tight pussy.

A reworked Interactive story from CYOC

Damien just came out of the briefing room not really knowing what the secret mission he had been given actually detailed. All he knew was that his target was Hebrew Russo, an extremely dangerous man who had executed two agents already, and threatened several countries with an unreleased virus he had developed that could kill specific groups of people. It could be targeted on only Americans, or people with Asian or Scandinavian heritage. Within a few days an entire group of people could be wiped out of existence, that’s how lethal the virus was. The government had negotiated with Russo several times and agreed on his conditions, but they never really trusted the powerful man. That’s why MI5 had been tasked to find and neutralize Hebrew Russo and his lethal virus, while keeping as many people and departments in the dark. Who knew how many spies Russo might have, so only a few people actually knew of the mission and its objective. He had so much influence in the world right now, and the world was literally his playground.

That is all they told Damien, before instructing him to meet up with Agent “Ted” who had more information to give and held the only key to getting close to Hebrew Russo.

As Damien walked into the lab and saw Ted looking at some numbers on a whiteboard, he walked up to the other agent and said “So, T what do you have to tell me about this mission?” Ted proceeded to walk to the other side of the table where Damien stood and picked up a remote from the table. Damien sensed that Ted’s usual happy demeanor was different, as he was always excited to show of the latest weapons and technology for their new missions.

“Sorry Damien, I know you are not going to like this, but it is what the mission requires…” Ted said apologetic, before shooting Damien with the mysterious tech.

A weird feeling engulfed the muscular agent’s entire body, as he felt himself shrink in both height and width. His chiseled muscles smoothed out, and he watched the roof grow further and further away. His once tight suit started to hang loosely around him, and his pants and wristwatch dropped onto the lab floor. His taut skin became softer, and his dark styled hair turned brown and curly. Once the changes stopped he could no longer smell the masculine cologne he had sprayed on himself this morning, but instead there was this smell of sandy beach and teenage musk.

“Cosa mi hai fatto!” Damien stood up and inspected his now younger body in shock. Clearing his throat, he realized he had just spoken Italian and it came out in an unfamiliar voice. He had to really focus on each word this time before he managed to say: ”What did you do to me?” This time in English but with a very heavy Italian accent in his now raspier and more youthful voice.

Ted came around the table and looked down at the transformed agent, making Damien even more confused as he was usually much taller and bigger than Ted. But now the tech agent stood taller than him and pointed him towards a big mirror standing in the opposite side of the room. ”I think you better take a look at your new self, Damien.” Ted grabbed hold of his shoulders and quickly pushed him towards the mirror.

Damien stared into the mirror in shock and disbelief. Where he expected to see his own handsome muscular self in suit, there instead stood a young teenager dwarfed in his former clothes. The teen in the reflection looked to be about 19 or early 20, had disheveled mocha brown hair running down his forehead, a perfectly smooth face with spotless skin, and bright blue eyes that stared back at him in utter awe and fascination. The humongous shirt and tie now clung on the teen’s body, as the fabric brushed against his smooth skin. The shocked agent also realized his new young body did not have any trousers on, nor did he have any underwear or shoes as they had fallen off during his walk over to the mirror. A slight breeze was felt on his legs and new crotch, which caused an immediate reaction down there.

“Che cazzo…” Damien unconsciously cursed in Italian, as he found himself looking at the quite handsome teen’s face in the mirror. The perfectly clear face, the perfectly soft hair, the perfectly toned body, they all moved under Damien’s complete command.

“What the fuck indeed Damien,” Ted spoke up at last and stared at the bewildered teen in amazement. “Interesting, it seems like you have gained Lucas’ muscle memories as well, with him not being able to speak English very fluently.”

“Lucas?” Damien looked up at the taller agent and asked, causing Ted to look down at him with an amused grin on his face.

“Yes. It probably would have been easier to tell you who you were going to become and why before I transformed you, but Hebrew Russo is a very influential and paranoid man who has spies everywhere so we can’t risk it.” The tech agent looked around himself briefly before returning to his explanation. “The only people he trusts are those that have worked under him for years or those that he loves, and from what we could find out he loves his family more than anything. That’s where you come in. You see, you’re now Lucas Russo, Hebrew Russo’s oldest son and heir to his entire empire and all his wealth. Or well… more like his identical twin. Your job now is to get close to Hebrew and get into his extremely secure and locked safe where the virus is held, and retrieve a sample of the virus. It is supposedly somewhere underground where the Hebrew family lives.” Ted pulled out a photo of the entire Russo family, before pointing at the smiling young teen that had his arm draped around Hebrew Russo’s neck. He looked identical to Damien’s current reflection.

Damien looked deeply into the mirror and inspected the handsome kid now staring back at him. Although he was very good-looking and young now, he had not asked for this. Five minutes ago he had been a rugged muscular 33 year old hunk that could kill a man in 50 different ways, but now he was this rich and privileged teen who had most likely never held a gun in his life. Rage overwhelmed him as he turned towards Ted and grabbed him by the shirt. “I DID NOT WANT THIS! TURN ME BACK NOW BEFORE I DO SOMETHING YOU WILL REGRET! I AM THE BEST AGENT IN MI5 AND YOU JUST TURNED ME INTO THIS SPOILED KID!!!”

Ted grabbed the agent-turned-teen’s hands and easily maneuvered him around until his arms were by his back and his face pushed against the mirror’s reflective surface. Embarrassed from being so easily manhandled by an agent that he would have no problems with before, Damien tried to free himself with some expert techniques only to find out his arms and muscles wouldn’t move as he wanted. On the contrary, the sight of being so close to Lucas’ perfect face and seeing every pore on the skin caused a stirring down there which pushed a painful erection against the mirror’s hard surface.

“Easy there Damien, first of all YOU agreed to this mission back in the briefing room. Secondly, I’m the only one who knows how to turn you back so you better not get on my nerves. And even if I did want to change you back it would take at least a week or two to fully restore your original DNA. You’re stuck like this for now.” Ted pushed the agent teen closer against the mirror as he whispered into an ear, while relishing in the power he now had over the former agent who had always looked down on him just because he was stuck behind a desk instead of being out on the field. He could see the humiliation on the now teen’s beet red face. He decided to further drive the agent’s new identity in.

“You are Lucas Russo now. 19 and a half years old, born on the 7th of July. Your dad is Hebrew Russo, CEO of Russo’s Chemicals and your mom is Sofia Russo, daughter to one of the most influential Mafioso around today. You just finished your studies at the boarding school St. Stephens Private School in Rome, and have exemplary grades there. Although you do tend to get into trouble and fights every week or so, your dad pays a huge sum of money into the school so you always get a free pass from it. We also know that you are a daddy’s boy, because you’re always seen with him out and about, as your dad takes you with him on golf lessons and yacht cruises.” Ted easily flipped the dazzled agent-turned-teen around and held his arms lock high up against the mirror. The blushing face of Lucas Russo stared back up bewildered at him.

“The plan is to swap you out with the real Lucas on his way back home for the summer break. We have bribed the oblivious driver to stop at a specific spot a few kilometers from the Hebrew’s home and that is when we will swap you two. The bodyguard that is following Lucas is a mole that have worked with us for years. Since it’s right before summer starts, that means you got about a month’s time from now to learn everything there is to blend in and live as Lucas Russo. Thankfully the muscle memory of Lucas’ body will help you with his likes and dislikes, such as video games he enjoys and his favourite food, and hopefully that will mould your personality to be more like his. What you do need to learn though are who his friends are, your relationship with your other family members, and basically all of Lucas’ past and his ambitions for the future.” Ted stated smugly, as if learning about someone else’s entire life was a simple task.

“I am sorry Damien, but orders are orders and I won’t turn you back until you complete the mission.” Ted finally let go of Damien’s now sore arms and gave him a light pat of his smooth cheek. He then proceeded to walk over to the table and grabbed a set of clothes that seemed to fit Damien’s new body much better. “I have been ordered to give you these clothes, and once you are dressed I will call a security guard that will lead you to your new place of operation. There you will spend the next month learning everything you need to know of Russo’s son, and prepare you for your role of replacing the real Lucas Russo.”

Damien wanted to speak out and tell them how much he hated this idea, and even more so how much he hated how this new body of his made him feel. He felt so weak and helpless without his former muscles and stature, while his mind seemed to be clouded by horny thoughts and ideas he could not control. But no matter what, he had learned never to show himself weak and afraid, and so he answered: “Fine. I guess I have no choice then. Just remember to pick me up as soon as I acquire the target.” It still somewhat irked Damien that no matter how much he tried to speak English there was always the slight Italian accent in his raspy youthful voice.

Grabbing the clothes from the tech agent, Damien turned around and stared at his new reflection again. With a heavy sigh, he began to unbutton his former gigantic shirt. And as the shirt fell to the ground the former adult suddenly stood there in awe at the sight of his naked teenage body. For being so young, Lucas Russo already had a very good-looking body, most likely thanks to the personal trainers hired by his father. His muscles were lean and bulged at the right spots, his abs were firm and could clearly be counted to six, and the healthy tan spoke of all the hours the teen must have spent under the sun. Of course, this was nothing compared to the muscles and bulk he had on his original body, as this body seemed more like a runner than a fighter. At least he felt much lighter and flexible than he had ever felt. And looking further down at his youthful body he realized this kid was way more developed than he had originally thought. He had never seen such girth and length on an adolescent, especially not at this age. It was evident that the men of the Russo family would all grow up to be actual Italian stallions. Even the firm bubble butt behind him spoke of that.

Damien’s hands found themselves cautiously squeezing his two firm butt cheeks together, and watched as his new manhood quickly grew hard. He let go of his backside and was just about to grab hold of his painfully engorged member, when he suddenly realized what he was doing and where he actually was. He had just spent the last five minutes staring and touching his own naked body, in the middle of a lab with another person! Thankfully Ted had gone back on working on some other gadget, which gave Damien the chance to quickly slip into the clothes that had been given to him. A simple T-shirt, briefs, shorts, and a pair of trainers. Although he had some problem pushing his still engorged member down into the white briefs.

He looked back up and saw his new identity again. Lucas Russo, a good-looking teen with healthy skin, tight muscles, and a cock that made porn stars jealous… He felt his cheeks redden and get warm, and for a brief second Damien felt excitement over seeing his new youthful body and feeling it move under his every command. Though he was still slightly angry and annoyed over the way he had been transformed and handled, he remembered he was stuck in this body for the next few month or so till the mission would be completed. So it was better for him to accept this new body of his and start adjusting immediately, rather than walk around aimlessly and sulk. He gave his own blushing face a pat before turning around and walking out of the lab where the security guard was waiting for him, briefly hearing Ted yell “See ya later, Lucas!” in a teasing manner behind him.

— One Month Later —

Damien was standing in a public bathroom as he kept adjusting the stupid shirt around his neck in the mirror. He used to only wear shirts and ties, but now he hated how uncomfortable, stiff, and bland they always were. At least he had his perfect face to stare at which gave him some kind of relief. He had gotten used to Lucas Russo’s face as his own, even admiring the way the teen’s mouth creased as he smiled, the smell and softness of his brown hair, and the way his cute nose twitched when faced with foul odour. After all, for the past month he had been inside the adolescent’s body and learned everything there was about Lucas Russo’s life. They had even turned another agent into the form of Hebrew Russo, so as to jog Damien’s current muscle memories into learning faster. Of course, at first it had been strange to have the infamous Hebrew Russo as his instructor and trainer for the mission, but he soon grew to enjoy the other man’s company. They would practice conversations, eat meals together, spot for each other as they worked out, and even sleep next to each other. In a sense he almost felt a weird attachment to the man supposedly being his current body’s fake father.

It didn’t even take a week for Damien to get fully into the character of Lucas Russo. He could now speak like Lucas, move like Lucas, and he even found himself enjoying the things Lucas did. One of those things, as he would find out the first morning he woke up and somehow having pulled off his own clothes to sleep naked, was how incredibly horny and desperate his new teenage body was for the sensation of touch. He tried hard to ignore the desires and tumbled around to find the clothes that had been flung away, but the slightest touch against his own soft skin or the thin blanket brushing against his hard erection immediately sent pleasure and ecstasy throughout his entire body. He could barely think straight anymore as he threw himself back on the bed and clasped his hands around his painfully throbbing cock. Up and down he pumped, viciously, unrelentingly, madly, until at last he arched his back so high up towards the ceiling he would have back pains for hours after. A raspy bellowing grunt vibrated throughout the room as Damien unleashed a torrent of his teenage cum all over his own chiseled stomach and wet bed. He would see literal stars for minutes after, all while he got drunk by the stench of his own teenage musk that had permeated the room. It felt utterly amazing, addicting even, and being worlds better than any sex he had ever had with women in his original adult life. So much so that he couldn’t help himself but caress his hands across his smooth sensitive body and tug one out again immediately thereafter.

And for the last 30 days, that’s what he had been doing every single morning, and in a way that had helped his mind become more adjusted to its’ new form and sensations.

Every day he’d grow more and more fond to the sight of Lucas’ smooth lean arms, impossibly hefty cock, and handsomely cute face. To the the point that he even requested to have a full-body mirror in his room just so he could watch as he slowly dressed himself in the morning, or undressed for the night. He’d spend hours picking the clothes that looked best on his body, and spent at least an hour a day out in the sun to keep the healthy tan on his perfect skin. Though Damien had tried hard not to admit it to himself, it was clear that he had fallen in love with Lucas Russo’s youthful body. The young and wild hormones that coursed through his body, the bounce and energy he had whenever he walked about, and the devilishly handsome visage looking back at him in every reflection. At this point he couldn’t decide if he should be proud or angry for being put in the body of such an Italian teen stud.

Of course, it hadn’t been all fun and games. After all, this was an important mission with the entire world on the line. Every day had been hard practice and repetition on information Lucas knew, and the relationships he had with others. The once stoic and disciplined agent even had to act like Lucas even when they were on break or he was alone, just to subconsciously work the thought patterns into his mind. He had to be amicable, messy, and sometimes even shy. Just like Lucas. It was hard at first, with Damien being corrected several times a day for acting out of Lucas’ character, but now he hadn’t been corrected in over a week.

He was ready to swap places with the real Lucas Russo.

“I am Lucas Russo, heartthrob teen, and son of Hebrew and Sofia Russo.” Damien practiced in the mirror as he cleared his voice several times to get the tone right. As confident as he was, he still let out an anxious sigh. Sure he had practiced for an entire month, but that was with someone who didn’t actually know the real Lucas. Damien was going to have to live in the house where he was technically raised in, with the family members that knew him best, and with a paranoid cold-blooded father who would immediately execute anyone he found suspicious. He had no choice though, if he ever wanted to return back to his original muscular body and be of service to the country that is. Ideals which he had begun to feel more and more disconnected with…

Nonetheless he pushed a hand through his soft brown hair and adjusted the collar around his neck before walking out of the bathroom. A huge muscular man with sunglasses stood outside and waited for Damien. The bodyguard, an undercover agent, spoke to him and instructed him not to open his mouth until they arrived at the house, Damien had to literally look up to see the towering hunk’s face. Humiliation washed across his flushed face as he suddenly felt so small and weak standing next to the massive guard. Sure the man was bigger than his original self, but Damien could have easily overpowered him with his expertise techniques… if only he weren’t stuck in this defenseless adolescent body. So he meekly nodded and followed the undercover bodyguard over to where the sleek Mercedes with blacked-out windows stood. “Let’s move out.” The bodyguard said with his deep voice, as Damien strapped up in the passenger seat and nervously tried to avoid eye contact with the massive man for the rest of the trip.

— A few hours later —

Damien and the bodyguard had been waiting out in the nowhere for over two hours until they finally saw another car driving down the forest trail. It slowed down as their car sent off a morse code message with the blinkers, before parking right next to them. The bodyguard then turned to the teen agent and began fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “It’s time. This is the last time you’ll be able to contact and be tracked by the headquarters. Russo installed a new security system a few days ago so we can’t risk any of our technology being detected.” The guard’s rugged hand ripped a small microchip off the underside of Damien’s crisp white collar. It was the tracking and communication device all in one, therefore leaving Damien without any spy technology on him for now. “Don’t worry. They’re working on a new improved one which you’ll get in a few weeks. Until then I’ll be your contact person. But I get to decide when and where we meet, understood?” The teen agent nodded. The bodyguard then crushed the chip between his strong fingers before ordering Damien to sit tight till he came back. He then stepped out of the car and walked over to where the other one stood parked.

A few minutes later, Damien watched as the guard carried an unconscious body over towards their car. It was real Lucas Russo out cold in his arms, as he opened the door to the back seats and placed the sleeping boy inside. Damien couldn’t help but stare at the boy in amazement, as he looked exactly like Damien did now. Well, it’s probably more correct that Damien looked like him. Damien couldn’t help himself but slowly reach back and with one hand gently caressed along the sleeping teen’s smooth face as his other hand stroked his own. They really felt identical to the touch, even down to the pores and ridges. His hand continued down till it reached Lucas’ soft snoring lips, and the teen agent couldn’t help himself but explore further as he slipped a finger inside the drooling mouth of the teen before pulling out his slick finger back out. He brought it up to his own face, gave it a quick whiff, before sucking it inside his own mouth. They even smelled and tasted similar! His eyes traced along the sleeping boy’s body until they stopped at the large bulge in front of his pants. Damien were just about to reach forward when the bodyguard opened the door of the front seat and sat down.

“Hurry up will you? Before the driver gets suspicious.” The bodyguard demanded, immediately reaching back and pulling out a smart phone and wallet from Lucas’ pants. He handed all the stuff to the teen agent and told him the code was 1337. Damien couldn’t help but give off a snort as he heard the pass code, as he couldn’t help but find it funny. “Oh, and let’s not forget the most important one.” The guard reached further back and held the sleeping Lucas head up before he slid a beautiful golden chain necklace over the sleeping teen’s head. “This was a gift from his father on Lucas’ fifteenth birthday. It’s specifically made just for Lucas, and he never ever takes it off.” With that said Damien held the shimmering chain in his hand before he quickly slipped it over his own head. The second the chains clanked against his chest a slight shiver passed through his body. In a sense, it almost felt as if the golden chain necklace had crowned him as the real Lucas Russo.

Finally, the bodyguard asked Damien to climb to the backseat and pretend to be asleep, so he could carry him over back to the other car without the driver ever knowing about the exchange. Damien agreed and climbed over, landing himself right on top of the real Lucas snoring lightly. As he waited for the bodyguard to walk over to the other car and tell the driver they were ready to go, Damien realized he was laying right on top of his identical twin, face to face and chest to chest. Their soft bulges were rubbing against each other and the agent could smell the strong teenage musk exuding from both of their warm bodies. For a brief second a pang of jealousy washed over Damien. He couldn’t explain why, but for a moment he felt incredibly angry, envious, and sad over the fact that this boy underneath him was the real Lucas Russo and he wasn’t. No matter what he did he would always be an “imposter”, and once this mission was over he would most likely never get to see the young adult’s handsome face in the mirror again. At least he could enjoy the moment while it lasted he reasoned, before humping his crotch against the unconscious teen’s identical one. He then grabbed hold of Lucas’ beautiful face and planted a deep and passionate kiss on the plump lips, even pushing his tongue as deep into the other’s mouth as possible and savoring the delicious taste of his identical body’s pure teenage saliva.

“I’m Lucas Russo now. You see this necklace and this pretty face of mine? It’s all the proof that I need to replace you.” Damien smiled arrogantly at his sleeping twin, before laying down and waiting for the bodyguard to pick him up and carry him over to the private car of Russo Family.

About five minutes later Damien pretended to groggily wake up in the backseat of a fancy limo. He could see a sigh of relief wash over the driver’s face as the older man stared at him through the back mirror. The driver probably had no idea what he would do if he turned up at Hebrew Russo’s house with his dead son in his backseat. He would have a fate worst than death, and for what, a few grands? Nonetheless, Damien stretched his arms and adjusted the chain necklace around his neck. A sense of pride washed over him as he touched the cool metal texture. He then pulled Lucas’ phone out from his pants and unlocked it using the pass code. A message from Lucas’ friend “Andre” popped up asking him if he was still sleeping with a snoring emoji, and for a brief second a weird sensation passed through his chest. He tried to ignore it though and instead tapped into his weeks of practice and knowledge to write back a quirky message exactly in the way Lucas would have. And for the next hour before they reached the house, Damien would scroll through all the messages, pictures, and social media on the phone, fully immersing himself in Lucas Russo’s digital life.

When the car finally parked in the heavily guarded driveway of the Russo Villa, Damien stepped out feeling extremely nervous yet oddly excited. The real test started now - to live the life of Lucas Russo perfectly and get into the father’s secret lab for a sample of the lethal virus.

— Three Weeks Later —

Damien laid by the private pool and enjoyed the feel of the afternoon sun. The warmth touching his tanned skin was such a pleasurable feeling, and he couldn’t help but spend every afternoon out there on the patio. Every day had been such a blast, as he would just lazily waste time around the expensive villa. The days consisted of taking swims in the pool, sun-bathing, playing video games, and meeting up with a few of Lucas’ friends now and then. Damien thought for sure he would get bored after the first few days, but in a way it became sort of… liberating to be free of all expectations and not have to worry about being the target of some super villain.

Not to mention Damien had grown to love the sight of looking down and seeing the smooth lean body of Lucas moving under his control. He would smile contently at seeing the noticeable olive tan on his arms, the light dusting of hair on his thighs, and the large lump stretching the front of his swim shorts. Still, as he stretched his beautiful body out and went back into the villa for a refreshing shower, his mind was still figuring about ways of getting in Hebrew Russo’s secret lab. In this case, “his father’s” lab.

The teen agent thought it would have been much easier to get into the old man’s lab, but that hadn’t been the case. Not only had “Lucas” been barred from going anywhere close to where the entrance of the lab might be, but the new security system that had been implemented recently was nothing like those Damien had ever encountered before. And without a way to contact headquarters and not having seen the undercover bodyguard since the exchange a few weeks ago, Damien found himself incapable of doing anything progressive. Especially since whenever the teen agent tried to bring the lab or virus up in a conversation with Hebrew, the other man would simply smile and ruffle his son’s hair, before telling him that he’ll eventually learn all about it one day.

One thing that did surprise Damien though, was how incredibly warm and caring Hebrew seemed to be with his family members, and especially his oldest son. The father would take “Lucas” for golfing and shopping trips every other day, and whenever the kid stopped to stare at something or talked about wanting it, Hebrew would buy it all without any hesitation. They would make wonderful memories together, had inside jokes that only they understood, and planned fun exciting activities for the future. Of course, the busy father would sometimes disappear for a day or so for some important meeting, but he always came back with bags of wonderful present and hugs that would make anyone’s legs go soft. Just like during his practice the month prior, Damien found himself slowly growing more and more attached to the supposedly cold-blooded killer. This time though, it wasn’t just a weird attachment, no, it was full blown familial love for the man that was his supposed father. Damien did worry that the feelings he now had might affect the mission, or how he would deal with it after the mission was complete, but for now he would just go with it and be happy that his supposedly father hadn’t seen through his act.

Another pleasant surprise of his new privileged life was the fact that Damien now had a personal manservant. His name was Martin, and he had this incredibly muscular chest and broad back, not to mention a handsome groomed face with a pearly white smile.

The first few mornings Damien had woken up as usual with a massive hard on profusely leaking onto the blankets. As if a routine he would walk over to a mirror that stood against the bedroom wall and slowly start caressing himself. He would touch his smooth pleasurable skin, his handsomely pretty face, and his perfectly firm butt. Just as he grabbed his sizeable manhood and began pumping it, the door to his bedroom opened and the manservant Martin let himself in.

He gave Damien’s beautiful and youthful body a look over, before he unbuttoned his own shirt and walked over to where the shocked teen stood holding his own dripping member. “I have been waiting for this day. The boss has instructed me to be of your personal service whenever and wherever you need me.” Martin explained, before he dropped down on his knees in front of the naked young adult and completely enveloped the throbbing member into his hot mouth. It was the best blow job Damien had ever experienced, period.

Every morning from there on the manservant would come into Damien’s bedroom, and give him an orgasmic start to another perfect day. And when the young adult got more used to it and became more frisky, Martin would even let him touch his hairy chest and experiment with his muscular body. Before long the hormone-filled teen would sometimes call for the valet in the middle of the night, just so he could breed the handsome muscular servant’s juicy ass. The older male did seem to enjoy it just as much though, as he always left the teen’s bedroom with a content smile on his bright flushed face.

Then there was Lucas Russo’s best friends. All of them had their summer houses close by, so every third day or so Mattheo, Andre, and Klaus would come over and spend the afternoon at their villa. They would push each other into the pool, playfully fight each other on the lawn, share embarrassing stories with one another, and sometimes even showoff each other bodies to see who had the better one. So far “Lucas” and Andre were still competing over the top spot. Not because they wanted to win themselves, but because they thought the other teen should win, thus leaving the competition undecided. Andre, who was supposedly Lucas’ closest friend, would often stare at Damien profoundly which excited the teen agent in strange ways. The other young adult, who was a few years older than Lucas, was just as incredibly handsome and fit. With perfect blond hair and tattoos all over his lean body, he could also speak impeccable Italian but with a slight American accent to it.

At first it had really bothered Damien how he would suddenly get all shy and awkward whenever he was left alone with the other teen, but he soon found himself really enjoying the feeling of being around him. Sure, Damien found the manservant Martin attractive and loved experimenting with the older male’s incredible body, but with Andre there was something else. A curious yet exciting feeling that he feared to admit to himself. The strangest thing though, was that in his original adult body he would be completely straight. He had slept with hundreds of women and been called a dickhead by at least ninety of them, as he could never feel any attachment to them. Now however, he had to purposely push these strange feelings he had for the other boy aside, trying his best not to act on them. He was only going to be Lucas for a short while longer, so he dared not get too involved with the teen’s life.

Yet, about a week ago Damien had woken up to the sight of Martin slobbering down on his engorged morning wood. Damien had then put his arms behind his head and turned his eyes sideways towards the mirror. The sight of his naked smooth body relaxing as the manservant went to town on him brought him no greater joy, and for a brief second he completely forgot about the important mission and his his true goal in being there. In that moment he was truly Lucas Russo, in body and mind, and who loved his parents and his own perfect life more than anything. A deep inhale of his own sweaty teenage musk finally brought him to an orgasm, as Martin expertly swallowed every single drop of the virile teen’s seed. Only then was he brought back to reality and remembered that this wasn’t him. He wasn’t Lucas Russo, and this wasn’t his rich privileged life. No matter how much he wanted it to be.

No, he knew that time was ticking and the potential of his father, Hebrew Russo hurting a lot of people was still there. He just had to find a way to contact headquarters and get into the secret lab. Perhaps he could even convince the father figure to hand himself in peacefully, and show the world that he wasn’t just a cold-blooded killer. Surely he would get a lighter sentence that way… Damien tried hard to fight his own feelings, but he found himself torn between doing his rightful duty of saving the world and not wanting anything bad to happen to his “own” father. In fact, he rather just lay out in the warm sun and not have to think about those problems at all.

He was just about to go out and take another swim in the refreshing pool of expensive mineral water, when a message from Andre popped up on his phone. The other boy was apparently waiting outside the entrance and had something “very important” to talk to Lucas about. With his heart fluttering non-stop Damien adjusted his loose shirt and gave his own perfectly handsome face a look over in a nearby mirror. “I am Lucas Russo, and I can do this!” He gave himself a seductive wink before walking downstairs to where his best friend was waiting.

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Meanwhile, Hebrew Russo sat in his office and watched a direct feed on his tablet with satisfaction.

He had just been in contact with some of his spies in the MI5 who had at last successfully destroyed the entire secret service organization from the inside. Most of their high-rank agents and bosses had been killed off by the lethal virus from a simple handshake or pat in the back, while the lower ranks had fled in fear and hid for their lives.

They had even discovered a secret operation which had planned to infiltrate his family and steal some samples of the virus by transforming one of their agents into his oldest son and replacing him. Infuriated over the fact that they believed he wouldn’t recognize his own son from a fake one, he had ordered the immediate execution of all personal involved with the mission. They were all shot on sight as Russo watched on from the other side of the screen. The scientists, the boss of the operation, and even Ted and the traitorous bodyguard.

And for last he had saved the imposter agent that had turned himself into an exact replica of his teenage son. Though still a bit drugged up and confused, the transformed agent had been sober enough to cry and plead for his life, and even went as far as to try and convince the executioners that he was in fact the real Lucas Russo. The cold-blooded man paid no attention to the agent’s trickery though and immediately ordered the execution of his fake family member.

As the blood slowly ran across the lab floor, Hebrew finally turned off the tablet and gave off a victorious laugh. Then, he turned on another monitor that displayed his son Lucas’ room. The young teen sat awkwardly next to his best friend Andre, before his son reached over and grabbed hold of the blond boy’s hand. A few moments of complete silence as they stared at each other with blushed faces, before Andre grabbed his son’s beautiful face and pulled him into a kiss. Before long they had torn the expensive clothes off each others bodies and made out passionately on the golden silk bed. And as Lucas laid spread out on the bed and moaned blissfully, while his new boyfriend went down and began to slowly bob up and down of his son’s slick manhood, Hebrew turned off the monitor to leave the two young lovebirds to their own privacy. The father was happy that of the three boys he had hand-picked for his son, his son had chosen the boy whose father controlled one of the most powerful criminal organization in America, the Italian-American Mafia. Not that he wouldn’t have been happy with the other two, as all that mattered was his son’s happiness.

With a smile on his face, Hebrew couldn’t be more proud of the man his son was becoming. No matter Lucas’ recent strange behaviors or newfound sexuality, the father loved him profoundly nonetheless. And if anyone dared to hurt his family or speak even a single homophobic comment around them, their entire family tree would be wiped out of existence by Hebrew’s DNA-seeking virus.

No matter what, the Russo family and its empire would dominate the world for years to come, and Hebrew Russo would make sure that his son Lucas Russo would become just as ruthless as him one day.

After all, one fateful day his son would inherit all his fortune and even his secret world-dominating virus…

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Like what you see? I bet you do, but don’t worry, even I can’t stop staring at myself ever since this whole thing happened last night. And not just that—I can’t keep my new meaty hands off myself, every touch sends a spark throughout this body, heck, it’s even taking most of my willpower to stop myself from rubbing one out again! But I gotta keep it in for now, don’t want to disappoint Nate’s hookups today with an empty shot.

See, this isn’t even my own body—or at least, it wasn’t mine until last night. This was Nate, a fellow gym-goer, one of the biggest guys that frequented this place. Certainly an eye-catcher, and I even heard from people that he has a huge following online. So it wasn’t surprising that he was probably one of the snobbiest guys in the place.

We really hadn’t interacted much, only twice; once when he asked me to pass him a dumbbell, the second one though wasn’t the most pleasant. I’ve only been here a couple of months, still struggling but gradually gaining—though I was nowhere near Nate or any of the other guys here, I was still a beginner who was trying to lose some fat.

I happened to chance upon Nate alone in the locker room last week, and he was flexing, taking selfies of himself in the mirror when I walked in. I wasn’t too self-conscious about my image, so I changed to my gym clothes on one of the benches there, before shoving my bag into one of the lockers. As I changed shirts though, I could hear snickering near me, and when I turned around, it was Nate trying to stifle a laugh while he stared at me. His eyebrows were raised, arms-crossed whilst looking at me in disbelief, before shaking his head. “Hopeless,” he muttered.

I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my life, and mad. It was at that time that I resolved I would get even bigger than he is—in probably the most unconventional way possible.

You see, had Nate been a little less rude, I wouldn’t be trying out something I’ve tried hard to suppress all these years—this weird ability that had been passed down to me from my father. I didn’t like it before, I watched how it drove my father nuts, but the urge to take everything Nate had for myself has overridden my fears.

My father had the ability to separate his soul from himself and possess people and own their bodies, meanwhile I got a somewhat better variant of his power—I could merge myself with another person, incorporating my mass into them and then my consciousness, before taking over. I had only done it once with my father, but I ended up reversing it when he tried to take over.

And that’s exactly what I did to Nate last night.

It was probably mostly luck; Nate came to the gym late at night just a couple of hours before closing so there were only a handful of people left. As usual, I caught him taking pre-workout selfies in the locker room again, though he didn’t see me at all. He had just stripped his shirt off, to change into a tanktop when I managed to shove him to the ground.

To properly merge with the person, I needed them conscious—so I couldn’t knock him out, though I had to be quick. I wasn’t the biggest, but I had the element of surprise in me. He was a little disoriented, and I took the chance to strip his bottoms off quickly. I was already naked, and I needed him to be as well in order to merge.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I heard him say, already trying to push himself off the floor. Of course, I didn’t let him. As quickly as I could, I shoved one of my legs into one of his meaty thighs. As soon as it slipped in, he gasps, before groaning in what I could assume was pleasure. I pushed my leg in, his thigh and calves swelling as well as his feet increasing a few inches as I sunk in.

I didn’t want to rush the merge, so I slowed it a little as soon as I could feel the sensation of my new leg. It felt amazing, and I couldn’t help but push the other one into his free leg. Like the other leg, it started to swell up, leaving only my crotch and upper body unmerged.

“Wha—fu—ahh…” Nate tries, overcome by the new feeling. I bring us upright, my new legs feeling strong and powerful as I did a couple of kicks with it. Meanwhile, Nate was trying to reach for me to push me off.

“I’m not done yet.” I told him as I turned to face us into one of the locker doors. In a different angle, it would look like Nate was leaning over and bending down in front of me, like I was fucking him. I could almost laugh at the irony, as I started to spread his cheeks with my throbbing member rubbing against it.

Nate notices this, though before he could yell at me, I plunged my rod in. He dissolves into a moaning mess as I thrusted in. I wasn’t screwing him, at least not exactly, but I could momentarily feel the tightness of his hole before feeling my tool and my back slowly sliding in.

“Fuck…” we both say in unison, as my new member started to push forward and get longer, and thicker. Even the balls that hung beneath started to swell, all the same with our ass becoming one. Even our spinal cords were nearly merged now.

Seemingly from instinct, Nate grabs our combined length. We both moan at the same time, feeling the pleasure two-folds than it used to feel. I wanted to save the shot for myself though, so without thinking, I pushed both my arms into his back. Nate’s hand releases as his back arched to pull me in, eliciting a gasp from both of us.

The feeling was beyond pleasurable, even better than when I merged with my dad, as Nate’s huge back warmly accepted my torse. His guns, with mine under them, slowly started to pump. An outline of my hand pushes down to his as if I was wearing a glove, followed by a squelching and rubbery sound as my mass was incorporated into him.

At this point, only my head was left out, and Nate was reduced to a moaning mess as I ran my hand over my new body. I grinned once I saw our form in the mirror. My head stuck out from behind, and even Nate was impressed with our body once I started flexing it.

“Time to finish this.” I whisper to his ear. Nate’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth formed an ‘O’ in protest as I pushed my face on the back of his head. Our memories intertwined at that moment, his instantly getting integrated into mine as I slowly took over.

One good thing about my merging, is that despite my mass and everything getting incorporated, it never happens for the face—meaning that I retained all of Nate’s facial features, with mine dissolving underneath instead of merging with his.

Once I opened my eyes, I grinned at myself. I stood right in front of the mirror, in all my nude glory, slick and shiny with sweat like I ran a marathon. My new member was even longer, and thicker in this angle, I could even estimate that it’s about twelve or so inches.

Of course, since I was alone in there, I couldn’t resist but pound on it. It was the single most amazing feeling ever, even hotter than with my father, especially with these huge hands. I looked like a Greek god pleasuring himself in while I stared and grinned at my reflection—and needless to say, I didn’t even last that long, the pleasure was too much, and I shot about two guys’ worth of cum at the mirror, essentially forming a rather sizable puddle of essence right at our feet and all over the mirror.

I grinned and moaned loud in satisfaction, and even ran a hand over my sensitive head before releasing more ropes of white onto the floor and the back of my hands. I brought it up and sniffed it, before licking it clean off my fingers. It tasted even better than I expected.

And that’s what led to here today—from being the new guy, I had successfully taken Nate’s place, quite literally. Since I have his memories intact, it wasn’t that hard to pass off as him, though it was a little harder to keep up with people staring at me who was even bigger than they remembered yesterday. I just smirk at them, and wink, before getting on with my workout.

I’ve also broken up with Nate’s girlfriend—since I’m him now, I don’t think I could deal with girls, especially if I’m after something else. Nate was straight, I wasn’t, and I think I need to fill up some twinks with this rod later after my workout. It just feels like it’s the right thing to do.

“Take that, Nate.” I whisper to myself, mocking the remnants of Nate’s consciousness inside my head as I feel him slowly vanish while I assume full control.

I was extremely tired of TJ. The last couple of weeks he had been acting like a real douchebag. I know that he had been flirting with several girls, even though he had been in a long-term relationship with Abi. He bullied the newbies at the gym, his harsh words even make a couple of them to quit. I was growing tired of his new attitude… even tough he was my friend; I could only take so much crap of someone.  Then everything imploded. We were in the locker room, ready to hit the showers, when I noticed that weird pendant hanging from my friend’s neck. “What’s with the jewelry?” I said, however I never expect that he would react in that way. We began to discuss. Things got out of hand, and he was the first one to try to knock me down. As I slowly fall to the floor I moved my hand forward, trying to grab him. I was only able to grab the chain around his neck. I pulled it hard, and it shattered as I hit the ground.

I looked in silence as TJ began to scream in agony. I looked in terror as his muscles quickly loose definition. As he slowly lost several inches in height and his face wrapped into a new form. I was speechless as he transformed into just a teenage boy. I looked at him in awe and then I recognized him. He was TJ’s neighbor. I have seen him only a couple of times, but I always thought that he was a weirdo. The boy starred at me and quickly began to run. I tried to catch him, but he was too fast. I return to the gym completely defeated. Not being able to believe what I just have seen.  Then I saw that weird pendant in the floor. I starred at it a couple of minutes, the chain that hold it somehow has been rebuilt. My interest took the best of me, and I slowly put it over my neck.

It was a surreal experience looking at TJ in the mirror. Still, I have so many questions. Is my friend still alive? Does that boy represents a threat? Who created this pendant? Can it transform its wearer to any other person? I needed to resolve this mystery and help my friend, to return everything back to normal. Then I found TJ’s phone and saw a message with Abi. She was flirting with me, and it was obvious that she was expecting a wild night tonight. I looked at myself in the mirror. I am certain that I would solve all the mysteries surrounding this amulet, but tonight, I just want to experience what it feels to be my best friend.