Simple Smiles Fantasies, Male TF

"Fuck......and now Little Brad is excited huh? Damn bruh, it's just a damp workout shirt, and now you're standing at full mast? Brad is a kinky musk pig now, eh? Getting aroused by his own divine musk? Well, cannot blame the angry 8 incher veiny uncut monstrosity to have good taste ever since 3.5 incher Little Cory taken control of it. Little Cory clearly have better taste and excitement towards dudebros rather than chicks, it's a new management up here after all and this new management ain't going nowhere until it exploited all possible avenue to make Brad Haley the biggest, sluttiest cum-dump that can even edged out straight-laced guy into full-on lustful fuck. For starter, who would have thought an All-American alpha like Brad Hayle turned out to be such a musk whore and willingly offered to get his ass spread in the parking lot by his PT buddies LOL

Now now, there they are, better get myself ready by taking off all of this reeked shorts and jockstrap so they can see me in my full glory when they get here.

Moving out of LA was great for Christian. He felt his mine at ease and more relaxed, just letting go of all ambition. Christian went to the local gym for a full body workout. A hulk of a man was working out at the same gym. Surprisingly being very few people in the gym working out they both took advantage of it. Christian received a FaceTime so he was talking all loud saying how big he wanted to get blah blah blah. The man over heard the conversation and chuckled to himself. Sizing up Christian from head to toe the man had an idea. Looking around he runs up behind Christian shoving his are right into his back. The man smiling then waiving. Christians eyes widen as he sees the man squeeze directly into him. Christians shaking, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his body starts growing at an alarming rate. Feeling his skin stretch while muscles growing was quite the experience.

“Mmm oh yeah. You feel good boy.” Justin whispered to himself as he flexed in front of the mirror in the middle of the gym. “I oughta possess you gym boys more often. Look at me now… this is pure muscle.”

Justin started sensually touching his own body up and down. He ran his hands across his massive chest and pecs before feeling his own biceps. He made his way down to his spandex shorts and grabbed his growing hard on through the thin fabric.

“Oh fuck, yeah! I’ll bet you are popular with the boys.” He cooed as he lifted his waistband and dove his hands into his shorts before bringing them up to his nose to take a sniff.

“Mmm, how’s my big strong man doing over here?” Keira, Justin’s girlfriend, came up behind him and ran her hands across his back and grabbed his biceps. “You look so sexy babe.”

Fuck, this guy has a girlfriend - of course he does. Well, better keep up appearances for now. I’m not one to ruin this stud’s life and reputation.

“Oh, uh, yeah babe. Just showing off my incredible body for everyone to see. I’m the hottest guy here, aren’t I? You like what you see?” I stated nervously before settling in on Justin’s natural confidence as I struck another pose.

“I do. Let’s get out of here babe. I’m ready to please my big man tonight.” She flirted as she grabbed my bulge and leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed her back, feeling my boner stir up as I made out with my girlfriend. I followed her out of the main area and we both went into our respective locker rooms to shower and change.

“Hey Justin. You looked good out there bro! You’re looking incredible man.” One of Justin’s friends complimented as I walked in.

“Heh, thanks bro. You did too.” I said back, debating on making a move on him right here and now.

Eh, on second thought, who the hell cares if Justin has a girlfriend? She might walk in on me balls deep inside this guy and I won’t care. The new and improved ‘Justin’ is here to stay. Then again, who says I can’t have both…

“Hey dude, wait up! I gotta show you something…” I called out after him.

Fuck. Fucking hell this fucking sucks. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. It’s not you, you’re not the reason I’m upset. Your request is interesting and I want to help you with it, I really do. It’s just… to do this, we’re going to have to use time travel. It’s not that it’s impossible or anything, I actually own a time machine so that’s not an issue. It’s that… I fucking hate time travel.

I don’t hate the concept of time travel itself. I think it can be a lot of fun in works of fiction. Doctor Who, Back to the Future, and Star Trek are all things that heavily feature time travel that I’m a big fan of. It’s just that, in real life, it gets so stupidly complicated. You know how every work of fiction seems to have different rules for turn travel? In real life time travel follows all these rules and none of them all at once. If that seems confusing, that’s because it is. It’s insane. But it’s the best chance for doing this, so we’re going to give it a try. Now, close your eyes and hold onto me tight. This is going to feel weird.

You can open your eyes now. Be careful though, it’s going to take a second for your eyes to adjust. We’re outside now, on the football field of your old college. You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us. I may hate time travel but the time machine is pretty useful. Time travel, space travel, and camouflage. But that’s not important right now. See that skinny guy standing on the opposite side of the field? You should recognize him. It’s you, 20 years ago, as a college freshman. You really wanted to join the football team huh? I can see the longing in your eyes… but also some serious nervousness. I’m guessing this is about when you back out and decide to join the school's theater group. Not this time though. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna change anything drastic. I’m just going to give you a little… push in the right direction. Have to get you to join the team somehow. I just have to whisper some things in his, or I guess your ear while we’re in camouflage… and just like that everything is going to change. Welcome to the football team. You’re a little late on becoming a jock, but you’re a hard worker. You’ll catch up. Speaking of which…

We jumped forward in time. I probably should have warned you, I was just excited to see the changes. We’re not all the way back to the present, not yet. It’s been a year since the other you joined the football team, and just like I predicted you caught up real quick. Even when you were in theater you were a hard worker, and now that you’ve dedicated yourself to football instead, you’re an absolute beast. You’ve had a major growth spurt and fit right in with the guys who have been playing football since middle school, a total jock through and through. Looks like this version of you acts a little more jockish too. Probably because you’ve been spending so much time around jocks, they’ve been rubbing off on you. Literally in one very special case. That’s right, the new you managed to do what you never could in college: get a jock boyfriend. In the original timeline he never even looked your way, but now Tim Wire, the most popular jock in school, is head over heels for you. You two seem to have a great relationship… Let's see if it lasts.

Another jump forward, a much bigger one this time. It’s been about 5 years since you joined the football team. You didn’t go professional, not because you couldn’t but because you didn’t want to. A guy like you could have been a superstar, but you and your fiancée Tim agreed you both wanted something more stable. So you opened up a chain of gyms. It’s a small business, but it has a lot of potential for growth, especially with you as the face of the operation. You basically have it made. You own a small, successful business, have a sexy husband, and are about to adopt a 3 year old. Your life is fucking perfect. Let’s see if it gets better.

A final jump forward. We’re 20 years after you joined the football team, back into the present. You’re still the old you, but that’s only because I have to ‘finalize’ the changes. Take a look around. You might not recognize this place, this huge mansion, but it’s your home. You, your husband Tim, and your adopted son all live here together. This must be your home gym, and I believe that’s you and him flexing over there. Looks like the little guy ended up taking after his dads. He’s huge for an 18 year old. He’s smart too, all ready to take over the family business when you retire. Your gyms are a very successful franchise now, if you can’t tell from the sheer size of your house. It’s just my opinion but I think your life really would have been better if you joined the football team back then. And now it can be. All you need to do is press this button, and finalize the changes. It’s your choice-

Ok, that was quick. I guess it was an easy choice. I hope you enjoy your new life. I would if I were you. I mean a muscular sexy husband, a son you can be proud of, a successful business and an incredible amount of muscles and confidence. You’ve got it made. I just hope we didn’t change too much. I didn’t realize you’d start a gym franchise. That could have a big impact.

I’m sure it’s nothing though. I mean, how many lives can a gym really change?