Ethanâs boots felt heavier with every step down the sixth-floor hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects, and the carpet was the same cheap beige it had been for twenty years. 3:47 a.m., Valentineâs Day was finally bleeding out and from the hallways, Ethan could hear the happy couples celebrating this special day. âLast delivery...â he said still fuming about this shift his boss forced on him or he would be fired. Pepperoni and mushroom, extra cheese, delivered to 612, Maple Street. Then he could climb back into his car, drive the twenty minutes home to Sarah, and pull the little velvet box from the glove compartment. Heâd been practicing the words all night between runs:
âSarah, youâre my best friend and the love of my life. Will you marry me?â
The ring was simple white gold, exactly what sheâd hinted at for months.
He knocked twice on the door, polite but firm.
The door opened on a guy who could have been anyone. Mid-twenties, wire-rimmed glasses, brown hair sticking up in every direction, wearing white T-shirt and baggy sweatpants. Alex, the app said. Just another lonely customer whoâd probably spent the night alone with his phone and a bottle of cheap wine.
âEighteen fifty,â Ethan said, holding out the warm box.
Alex reached for his wallet on the little entry table. âYeah, uh⌠keep the change, man. Sorry itâs so late. I guess you had better things planed for tonight.â Alex said kindly to Ethan as he kept looking for his wallet before handing the money.
âHere you go, and you can keep the change. Thanks!â Alex finished as he grabbed the warmed pizza box from Ethanâs hands.
The hallway lights flickered and unbeknown to them both, an invisible presence just happened to fly away from the gay couple apartmentâs next door.
âLooks like I still have time for one more gift for tonightâŚâ Cupid said as he watched Ethan giving the pizza box to Alex.
Cupid got closer and still being invisible, he smiled cockily as he exhaled a deep sensual gush of warm pheromones straight in Ethanâs opened mouth.
Ethan suddenly felt like a warm wave invaded his body and suddenly, the light around faded from his eyesight.
The floor rushed up at him. He grabbed for the doorframe, but his fingers slid off the wood. His knees folded like wet paper.
âWhoa, whoa, easy there!â Alex lunged, catching him under the arms before he could hit the mat. The guy was stronger than he looked; his grip was solid, warm. âYou okay, dude? You look like youâre about to keel over.â
Ethanâs head spun. His skin prickled with sudden heat. âI⌠yeah. Just⌠long night. Overdid it, I guess. Sorry.â
Alex didnât let go. âNo worries, man. Come inside for a second. Sit down. Iâll grab you some water. Youâre not driving like this.â
Before Ethan could argue, Alex was guiding him over the threshold, kicking the door shut with his heel. The apartment smelled like stale popcorn and laundry detergent. A single lamp cast a soft yellow glow. The pizza box landed on the coffee table with a soft thump.
Cupid followed them just before the door closed and hovered invisibly near the ceiling, wings half-folded, one golden sandal swinging lazily. His golden tanned skin caught no light yet; the open toga clung to every carved line of his body. His thick cock was already hard, leaking a thin, glowing strand of pink precum. He licked his lips, eyes bright with bored cruelty.
âOh, this is going to be fun.â He said to no one as his cock spasmed in the air, making a drop of precum fall directly on Alexâs bare arms.
Alex felt the same feeling Ethan had just been through as the precum was absorbed directly in his blood.
Cupid smirked watching his precum disappearing and both of the boys slowly gaining back their composure as they were now slowly looking at each otherâs in the eyes.
The thought bloomed in both their heads at once, thick and sweet and impossible to ignore.
God⌠heâs so hot.
Ethan blinked. The idea felt wrong, alien, but it was already sinking in, warm and sticky. Alexâs messy hair, the way his shirt hung off his shoulders, the faint stubble on his jaw⌠suddenly it all looked good. Really good.
Alexâs breath caught. His cheeks flushed dark. âFuck⌠why is it so warm in here?â
Neither of them questioned it. The thought just felt right.
Ethanâs hands moved on their own. He tugged at the zipper of his uniform jacket; it slid off and pooled on the floor. Alex mirrored him, yanking the shirt over his head, revealing a soft, pale torso. Ethanâs pants followed, then Alexâs sweatpants. They stood there in the dim light, Ethan in his boxer briefs, Alex in nothing but socks, both of them breathing harder than the situation called for.
Cupid drifted lower, cock in hand, stroking slowly. You should jerk off, he whispered into their skulls. It feels so fucking good.
Ethanâs fingers wrapped around his cock through the fabric, stroking lazily. A low groan slipped out. Alex did the same, eyes half-lidded, jerking himself with slow, dreamy pulls.
âSorry dude, ⌠I just have to,â Ethan murmured, but his voice was thick, almost smiling. âGod⌠You are so hot.â
Alex nodded, stepping closer. âThanks. You are not bad looking either.â He answered getting closer and closer in a seductive tone.
Cupid chuckled silently, pre-cum dripping onto the carpet.
The next thought slid in even deeper as Cupid got closer to Ethanâs opened ears: On your knees. Taste him.
Ethan dropped without hesitation, knees hitting the carpet. He looked up at Alex with glassy, hungry eyes, then leaned forward and took the dudeâs cock into his hungry watering mouth.
The taste was salty, warm, intoxicating. Ethanâs lips stretched around the shaft, tongue swirling, sucking with eager, sloppy enthusiasm. Alex groaned, fingers threading through Ethanâs hair, hips rocking gently. âFuck⌠yeah, just like thatâŚâ
Ethan bobbed his head, taking more, gagging softly when the head hit the back of his throat. His own cock throbbed untouched in his briefs, leaking into the fabric. He was lost in the haze, moaning around the thick length, saliva dripping down his chin.
Cupid floated directly above them, legs spread, jerking himself in time with Ethanâs bobs. âThatâs it, boys,â he purred to the empty air. âGet him nice and wet for whatâs coming.â
After a few minutes Alex pulled Ethan off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock. He stood, spun Ethan around, and bent him over the back of the couch.
The blunt head of Alexâs cock pressed against Ethanâs hole.
And suddenly, the fog of lust in Ethanâs mind shattered as he realized what was happening while Sarah crossed his lost mind.
Reality slammed back into Ethan like ice water as Sarahâs heartwarming laugh echoed in his ears and brought him back.
âWhat the fuck am IâŚ,â His eyes flew wide. He was bent over, completely naked, ass up. Alexâs cock was right there, hot and slick and pushing.
âNo, wait, stop!â Ethan gasped, trying to twist away. But his body wouldnât obey. His hole was slick, open, aching. Alex pushed forward anyway still lost in the maze of Cupidâs lust.
The first inch slid in.
Ethanâs scream was pure terror. âGet off me! Iâm not⌠I have a girlfriend! Iâm straight, IâmâŚâ
Laughter exploded from the ceiling, bright, delighted, vicious.
âTHE FUCK IS THIS!!!â Ethan screamed as he heard Cupidâs laugh and voice and suddenly the fog covering and hiding Cupidâs presence vanished slowly, revealing his presence to Ethanâs aware eyes.
âOh finally,â the voice sang. âI was getting bored watching you two idiots go slow.â
The first pale gold of sunrise crept over the windowsill.
Cupid began to appear clearer and clearer.
It started at his feet, golden Spartiateâs laced up thick, sculpted calves, the leather straps gleaming as the light touched them. Then his legs materialized, tanned and powerful. His cock came next, thick and veined and still leaking glowing pink. The open grey toga fluttered into view, clinging to a torso carved like a god thanks to a heart shaped golden broach. Black angel wings unfurled behind him. Finally, his face, beautiful, cruel, lips curled in a smirk.
He floated there fully visible now, cock in hand, watching them with open hunger.
Ethanâs eyes locked on the creature. His stomach dropped through the floor. âWhat the⌠who the fuck are you?!â
Cupidâs smirk widened, slow and predatory. âMe? Letâs just say Iâm the one who gifts love once a year on a special occasion like this special day, princess.â
Without warning, Cupidâs hips bucked forward in the air. His massive cock throbbed violently, the slit flaring open, and with a single blink of the eye looking at Ethanâs gapped mouth, he came, not normal cum, but a thick, glowing arrow of solidified seed that shot from his tip like a crossbow bolt. The arrow streaked through the air and slammed straight into Alexâs chest with a wet thwack as it vanished instantly, getting absorbed in his soul and skin.
Alexâs body exploded with power, he didnât even realize they were not alone in the room anymore.
Muscle detonated across his frame in violent, wet surges. Shoulders broadened with audible cracks, widening until they strained the air around him. His chest ballooned outward into heavy, veined slabs of pec meat, nipples hardening into dark, sensitive coins. Abs carved themselves into deep, ridged valleys that flexed with every thrust. Arms thickened into veined pythons, biceps peaking like softballs. Legs became tree trunks, calves and quads swelling with raw, brutal power. His face sharpened, jaw squaring, cheekbones rising, stubble darkening into a perfect five-oâclock shadow that made him look dangerously handsome. And his cock, still buried balls-deep inside Ethan, swelled brutally, thickening to the girth of a wrist, lengthening until Ethan could feel the head pressing against his stomach from the inside. A fat, throbbing knot formed at the base, locking them together with a wet, obscene pop.
Alexâs new voice was a deep, rumbling growl, but his eyes stayed glassy, lost in the maze Cupid had woven. He didnât wake. He just kept thrusting, hips snapping with machine-like power, the knot grinding relentlessly against Ethanâs rim.
Ethan twisted his head, horror flooding his face in a cold wave.
âAlex, Alex, look at you, oh God, what the fuck, youâre⌠youâre huge⌠this isnât real, this canât be happeningâŚâ
Cupid laughed again, already stroking himself with long, lazy pulls aiming for Ethan now. His cock pulsed once more.
âTime for round two, princess!â Cupid said as Ethan turned his back to Cupid only to watch him jerking off his huge dick one last time and laughing hard. Another glowing cum-arrow erupted from the tip.
It struck him square in the sternum.
The heat hit him like molten lava pouring straight into his bones as Ethan started to scream in pure terror as he kept on watching Alexâs feral face thrusting deep in him.
His shoulders narrowed with a sickening pop, bones shifting, muscle melting away like warm wax. His chest deflated, then swelled again, soft, perky mounds forming where hard pecs had been, nipples puffing into sensitive pink buds that throbbed in the cool air. His waist cinched brutally tight, ribs pulling inward until he felt like he might snap in half. His ass surged outward in two heavies, jiggling waves, fat piling on in obscene amounts, cheeks rounding into perfect heart-shaped globes that clapped wetly with every brutal thrust from Alex. He felt his anus start to spasm and contract around Alexâs cock. He could feel it getting, puffy and slick, drooling sweet fluid down his smooth thighs in steady streams. His cock, still seven and a half full inches, remained, but the rest of his body had become almost completely smooth and delicate: slender limbs, a tiny waist, a soft, boyish chest with almost no muscle definition at all. He looked like the ultimate twink, fragile, fuckable, utterly helpless.
Ethan stared down at his transformed body in pure, gut-wrenching panic. His mind was still screaming that this was all a nightmare. He could see Sarahâs smiling face as they wake up side by side while he felt Alexâs thrusting deep in him, now almost clearly seeing the bulge created by his cock through his stomach.
âNo, no, please, this isnât me, give it back, give my body back⌠You canât do thisâŚâ
Cupidâs laughter rang out again, low and filthy, echoing off the walls. âDonât worry princess, we still have some more time before the sun rise and Iâm sure youâll fall in love with the results!â
Cupid drifted lower, wings beating lazily, and reached down to one of his golden Spartiateâs. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled free a long, shimmering ribbon of pure golden, shimmering silk that seemed to pulse with inner light, glowing faintly pink at the edges.
âThese are godly ribbons, princess,â he purred, voice dripping with mock tenderness as he floated closer. âOnce theyâre tied, only a god can untie them. And Iâm feeling very generous tonight for a secondary gift.â
Ethanâs eyes widened in fresh terror as Cupid approached. The creature was breathtakingly beautiful, golden skin, black wings, that massive leaking cock, but the smile on his face was pure sadism. Ethan tried to pull away, but Alexâs knot held him fast, the bigger man still pounding away like a machine.
Cupid ignored him completely smiling to the vision of Ethanâs hard and leaky cock in front of him. He knelt in the air right in front of Ethanâs still-hard cock, the ribbon dangling from his fingers like a promise. Ethan could feel the heat radiating off the godâs body, smell the sweet, musky scent of his arousal.
âYes, thatâll do perfectlyâŚâ Cupid said to himself between Alexâs feral moans.
The ribbon moved on its own.
It slithered forward like a living serpent, cool and silky at first, then warm as it made contact. It wrapped around the very base of Ethanâs 7.5-inch shaft, then began to coil upward, slow, deliberate, loop after loop, encircling every inch of his length all the way to the sensitive tip. The silk tightened with each turn, squeezing gently but insistently, pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat. It felt alive, warm, throbbing, almost affectionate in the most humiliating way. Ethan whimpered, hips twitching uselessly, his cock twitching and leaking despite the terror flooding his veins.
âItâs too tight, fuck, it hurts, please, take it off, I canât⌠This is not supposed to feel like thisâŚâ
Cupid leaned in closer, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. He exhaled slowly, a warm, glowing puff that washed over the ribbon.
The silk melted and sank into Ethanâs flesh.
It disappeared completely, merging seamlessly with his skin until there was no trace of it left. But the effect was immediate and devastating. Ethanâs erection collapsed in a single, humiliating instant, his cock softening, shrinking, becoming completely limp and useless in the open air. No matter how hard his mind screamed for it to rise, how much he felt the need to get hard, nothing happened. It just hung there, soft and defeated, the blood draining away as if the ribbon had stolen every drop of arousal from his body forever.
Ethanâs breath hitched into a broken sob. âOMG! No⌠no, please, not like this⌠What have you done?!⌠what did you do to me? Stop this wicked game, please, turn us back, Iâm begging you, turn us back to how we were! I donât even know this dude!!â
Cupid only smiled wider.
But before he continued, he flicked his wrist and pulled a second gift from the folds of his toga, a thick, gleaming golden cord, warm and heavy, pulsing with the same inner light as the ribbon. He floated behind Alex, reached down, and wrapped the cord snugly around the base of the new jockâs massive cock and heavy balls, tying it in a firm, intricate knot. Then he exhaled the same glowing breath.
The cord melted and merged into Alexâs skin, vanishing completely. Alexâs balls swelled even larger, skin stretching tight as they filled with impossible volume. His cock throbbed harder inside Ethan, the knot pulsing with new power and need to breed. Stamina flooded the jockâs body, endless, relentless.
âThere we go, like that, nobody is jealous.â Cupid said as he watched Ethanâs limp cock jumping between his legs while he floated back above them both.
âHereâs the deal, princess,â Cupid said, voice silky and cruel. âIâm not a monster. As I said, Iâm a giver of love. You want to turn back? You can! As long as you donât cum before the sun touches your skin, everything reverts. You go back to being boring old straight Ethan. Back to Sarah. Back to your sad little life. But if you cum before that light kisses you⌠this is forever. New body. New life. Deal? Great!â
As he spoke, Alexâs thrusts grew frantic thanks to Cupidâs secondary gift. The enhanced jock body was moving on pure instinct now, deeper, harder, the knot slamming against Ethanâs rim with wet, obscene slaps. Ethan could feel Alexâs newly supercharged balls drawing up tight, the head flaring, the knot locking tighter, the bigger manâs stamina making every stroke feel like it could go on forever.
âYou mean we can turn back? OMG, we have to. I canât stay like that! Fuck why does he thrust harder!! OMG WHY DOES HE THRUST HARDER?!â Ethan screamed realized what was about to happen âNo, no, Alex, donât, please, Iâm begging youâŚâ
Alexâs glassy eyes rolled back. His massive chest heaved. He let out a deep, guttural moan that shook the walls. The truth is, Alex had no one he could hold on to to escape Cupidâs daze of lust and love, and Cupidâs knew that. With one final thrust, Alex moaned louder then before and with that Ethan screamed knowing what was now inevitable.
Alex came, just before the first golden fingers of sunlight brushed the very tips of his toes.
Thick, endless ropes of hot jock cum flooded Ethanâs guts, pulse after pulse, so much it immediately squirted out around the knot in creamy white bursts, running down Ethanâs smooth thighs in rivers. The enhanced loads were heavier, thicker, flooding him so completely he could feel his belly swell slightly.
At the exact same moment, Alexâs voice cracked into a raw, worshipful moan.
âFUCK YEA! YOU LIKE THAT DONâT YOU?! THATâS MY GOOD BOY!!â
The words hit Ethan like lightning and without him being able to control himself, his limp cock started to spasm.
Clear spurts forced themselves out in helpless, humiliating arcs, painting the carpet while his trapped, soft dick twitched uselessly, creaming against his will as his ass clenched again and again around Alexâs still hard and buried cock.
Pleasure ripped through him so violently his vision whited out. He moaned, loud, slutty, broken, while terror clawed at his throat.
Ethanâs vision blurred as he could see Sarahâs face replaced by Alexâs new one. Her laugh now replaced by his moans. His muscled arms around her shoulder replaced by Alexâs biceps hugging him. The ring he bought completely erased from his memory while the box still remained discarded on the floor in the middle of Ethanâs old clothes.
The last of the old Ethan vanished in a single, blinding flash as all he could now remember was the feeling of belonging to his jock of a boyfriend.
Ethan blinked, dazed, still impaled on Alexâs knot.
He smiled up at Alex, heart full of nothing but pure, aching devotion.
The apartment changed with the first sun rays.
Walls brightened to warm cream. The sad couch became deep, buttery leather. A weight bench appeared in the corner; dumbbells neatly racked. Framed photos materialized on every surface, Ethan and Alex laughing at the beach, spotting each other at the gym, kissing at their engagement party. The lonely bachelor pad became the perfect love nest for two happy jocks.
Alex pulled out slowly, the knot popping free with a wet, obscene sound. Cum gushed from Ethanâs wrecked, fluttering hole in thick white rivers, splattering the new carpet and running down his smooth thighs.
Alex turned, eyes soft and adoring, already madly, stupidly in love with his well-bred boyfriend. He turned around as they both laid on the carpeted floor and picked something up from their discarded clothes.
A small velvet box.
He opened it as he smiled between two exhausted inhales of musky air.
Inside was the exact ring Ethan had chosen for Sarah, white gold, simple, perfect.
Alex looked into Ethanâs eyes; voice thick with emotion.
âWill you marry me?â
Ethanâs new heart soared, without hesitation, he opened his eyes as he smiled, still trying to get his breath back after the love they just shared.
âYes,â he whispered, voice soft and adoring. âOf course, I will, baby. I love you.â
Cupidâs face, still faintly visible in the sunrise, curled into one final, satisfied smirk, as it disappeared into the sun rays for a year to come until February 14 of next year.
Another perfect Valentineâs couple created.
The sparkles that he disappeared into faded completely like dust in the warm first rays of the morning sun.
And Ethan smiled up at his fiancĂŠ, heart full of nothing but love for the men that he will share his life with.
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AJ sat on his bed, phone pressed to his ear as he chatted excitedly with his girlfriend about their upcoming winter break trip. "I'm so stoked! Remember last year in Cancun?" AJ said with a grin, "Can't wait to recreate those memories, babe."
His mind drifted back to lazy days lounging on the beach, sipping margaritas, and passionate nights spent with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. He couldn't wait to make those memories again. Done with his last final, all he had to do now was pack and get back home. He stood up and stretched.
"Alright babe, I'll call you soon. Gotta pack, can't wait to get outta here." He smiled, "See you soon."
As he hung up, the door burst open, "AJ! Dude, I'm freaking out here!" His roommate and best friend Matt burst into the room, looking disheveled and stressed. "I have to ace this final project or I lose my scholarship!" He ran a hand through his hair, "It's due on Monday, dude."
"Dude, chill out." AJ frowned, taking in the sight of his roommate. He was still in his gym clothes, a hint of alcohol on his breath, "Wait? Were you out partying?"
"How the fuck do you expect me to manage the stress, bro?" Matt groaned, "It's okay, it's okay. I might've found the answer to my problems." He grinned, "Look at this!" He pulled out a rock.
"A rock?"
"It cost a lot, but the guy I bought it from said it would help me."
"How drunk are you, dude?"
"Not that drunk," Matt insisted, waving the stone in front of him. "The seller said if I rub it and make a wish, it'll grant me whatever I need to succeed." He could see the skepticism on AJ's face, "Dude... you'll see! I wish⌠I wish I could ace my final project and keep my scholarship!"
At first nothing happened. AJ sighed, "Dude, I don't think..."
Matt looked at AJ with relief, "Thank god you made it here. I don't know what I'd do without your brains." The words tumbled out, unfamiliar yet natural, as if they'd been spoken many times before.
"Dude, what're you talking about?" AJ shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the dorm room. His sports trophies, his posters, his athletic wear... it all seemed foreign, relics of another life, "Wait, dude, what's happening?" Panic began to rise in his throat as he realized he didn't recognize half the items. This was supposed to be his room, but everything felt wrong, "I⌠I don't understand, Matt. What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be here?" AJ's brow furrowed in confusion.
Matt waved him off impatiently, already rummaging through a pile of papers. "Nevermind that now. I've got that damn project for my pre-calc class and I need you."
As Matt continued to search frantically for something, AJ felt an overwhelming urge to remove his clothes. He started pulling off his shirt with trembling fingers, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his skin.
"No no, hold on a second there, Art." Matt held up a hand, stopping him. "You don't get your reward until after you help me with this project, remember our deal?"
Reward? Deal? What was Matt talking about? Almost against his will, he scurried towards the bathroom, clutching his stomach.
"I-I'll just be a minuteâŚ" AJ called over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind him.
In the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, AJ stared at his reflection in the mirror, his heart pounding, hyperventilating.
"Something isn't right..." He pulled off his clothes, the cool air feeling good against his warm skin, "Fuck... I feel sick." He stared at his naked form- his muscular physique unchanged yet it felt so wrong and unfamiliar, "Wh-what are these fucking thoughts?" He grunted and grabbed his head, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
When he looked back in the mirror, his reflection was blurry. He desperately rubbed his eyes, but his vision remained blurry and unfocused. He leaned towards the mirror, his hand inadvertently knocking something to the ground.
"Oh geez!" He yelped, his own voice sounding unfamiliar to his ears.
He cleared his throat and reached down to pick up whatever had fallen. And in his hand, he found himself holding a pair of thick-rimmed glasses he'd never seen before. They were heavy in his hands, the lenses slightly smudged.
"What the hellâŚ" AJ muttered, putting them on. The room snapped into sharp focus, every detail crystal clear. But these weren't his glasses - he'd always had perfect vision. Didn't he?
His thoughts were interrupted by a strange pressure in his legs. The muscles cramping and relaxing, sending waves of discomfort and pleasure through them.
"Oh gosh! What...?" He cleared his throat again and looked down at his legs.
He watched in horror as the firm muscle of his calves and thighs began to soften and shrink. His calves thinned, his thighs losing their definition. Even his pert ass shrunk. In mere moments, his once powerful legs and ass were slender sticks that looked like they'd never seen a gym.
"No no noâŚ"
It wasn't just his legs. That strange, unsettling pressure spread to his core, attacking the washboard abs he'd worked so hard for. One by one, the defined ridges smoothed away, replaced by a soft, smooth stomach, that pushed out into a small, squeezable paunch.
"What's happening to me?" AJ gasped, squeezing his small, doughy belly in his hands, "This can't be real." He was hyperventilating now, "Oh my god!"
AJ gasped as the breath was knocked from him as his broad, muscular chest deflated. His proud pecs shrank and flattened, becoming thin and weak. Simultaneously, his bulging biceps and triceps withered, his previously sculpted arms now lacking any of their original definition or thickness.
"Oh goodness gracious, wh-where, wh-what?" he cried out in a voice that was sounding more nasally by the second. He flexed what little remained of his upper body strength, "I don't understand⌠I don't... I..."
A searing pain wracked his brain. The poor jock cried out as knowledge of complex equations and scientific theories flooded his mind, replacing his intimate understanding of gym routines and athletic conditioning. Quantum mechanics, advanced calculus, obscure historical facts - it was all there, swimming through his consciousness.
"Ack! Too much, I can't process it all!" AJ clutched his head, dizzy from the influx of new information.
And as AJ grasped with the new knowledge flooding his brain, his skin grew paler- his once sun-kissed tan faded to a sickly pallor, making him look washed-out and unhealthy.
"No...." he begged, tears springing to his eyes as he watched helplessly.
He watched as his body and skin aged, fine lines etching themselves around his eyes and mouth. Puffy bags formed under his bloodshot eyes, dark circles emphasizing his gaunt appearance. Suddenly, he knew he was in his early thirties- beaten and rundown from years of grad school.
"Hnnngh!" A strangled noise escaped his lips as coarse, wiry hairs began sprouting from his cheeks, chest and belly, spreading across his body like an invasive weed.
"Awww ssshtopp!" AJ squeaked in distress, his once sexy baritone shifting higher and more nasally, a horrible lisp distorting his previous confidence, "Oooh my goodneth!"
Memories surged through his fractured psyche - lonely nights spent scouring over academic journals, late nights playing on his refurbished Nintendo 64, an extensive model calculator collection covering the shelves in his room⌠His memories of his girlfriend, Cancun, his life before this were being boxed away and stored deep in the recesses of his mind.
"Thith ithn't right. Thith ithn't fair! i'm not thith!" He begged, staring at the hairy, pale, scrawny figure in the mirror.
But an explosive tingling sensation shot through AJ's groin, forcing his attention downward. There, his cock was swelling and lengthening, pulsing with an intensity that made him moan. It engorged past the size of his previous impressive member, now a thick, veiny, leaking cock jutting obscenely from a thatch of wiry pubes.
"Awww gwaaawwwd yethththhhh" he slurred, hand reaching for his cock. A cock so large that it looked comical on his tiny frame.
Memories flashed - jocks letting him suck them off in exchange for his help on assignments, illicit moments with burly professors eager to utilize more than his mind. And when he wasn't being used in and out of the classroom, he was home. Pumping his meat, jerking off endlessly to satisfy his insatiable cockâŚ
"It feelth tho good!" AJ groaned as his balls swelled and filled, dropping further than his previous pair, "I need it... I need it..." His ass ached to be squeezed, his hole filled.
"Pleathe Matth, I need it tho bad!" AJ whined desperately, tears starting to fall as part of him realized what he was saying- what he was becoming. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his erection bobbing lewdly with each step.
"I've got alllll the anthwerth you need, Matth!" he lisped, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Jutht let me wrap my lipth 'round your big, juicy cock and I'll make thure you ace that project!"
AJ dropped to his knees in front of Matt, looking up at him with pleading, lust-hazed eyes. His small, soft hands reached for the waistband of Matt's pants, trembling with anticipation.
For a moment, Matt stared in confusion at the desperate, slutty nerd in front of him. Part of him somehow reconciling him as his best bro, AJ. But reality itself bent to the magic of the wishing stone. Matt's memories changed in his mind, seamlessly rewriting history. To him, it had always been this way - Arthur, his brilliant but depraved teaching assistant, offering his "special services" in exchange for help with difficult coursework.
Matt gazed down at the man who had once been his best bro, a wide grin splitting his face. "Well well, look at you," he chuckled, "all eager and desperate for my cock, aren't ya, you little slutty nerd?"He grasped AJ's chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. "I bet you've been jerking off thinking about wrapping those lips around me all day, haven't you?"
AJ nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, "Yes Matth, I wanna thwallow you whole!" But part of AJ wanted to cry out that this wasn't him, that he wouldn't dream of sucking cock.
"Mmm, sounds like someone's earned themselves a reward," Matt teased, slowly unzipping his pants, "But remember Arthur, once you've sucked me dry, you're still gonna help me with that project, got it?"
As Matt uttered the name "Arthur", a sudden jolt shocked AJ's system. For an instant, clarity pierced the fog clouding his mind. He saw himself as he truly was - AJ, the confident, muscular college athlete with dreams of spending Christmas with his girlfriend. The image was fleeting, fading faster than it appeared. And then it was gone.
"Yesh, Matth, whatever you want!" Arthur replied, "Jutht let me enjoy thith." He eagerly wrapped his lips around Matt's thick cock.
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Arthur shuffled back to his cramped campus apartment, his jaw sore from the workout he had with Matt. With a satisfied grin, Arthur stumbled past his calculator collection, past his closet filled with button downs and slacks. With a sigh he fell to his bed, hand already pawing at his thickening cock- it was always so demanding of his attention.
"Mmm Matth I can't wait to do that again."
But Arthur had something else to look forward to- he would be staying on campus over the holidays to work in the lab a bit, but more importantly, Professor Richardson said he had some special things planned for them. The very thought caused his cock to twitch with excitement.
I appreciate all of the love you guys have been giving my captions - my DMs are always open for TF requests! I'll be trying to do more story captions to go along with photos but wanted to share this quick TF to celebrate the start of Pride.
(Original story posted March 23rd 2022 & April 16th 2022) This story has been mildly Updated
Long Story Here!! This story was originally posted in two parts but Iâve put them together in one post for your reading convenience! That said this is one of the longest stories I ever wrote so I hope you all enjoy!
(Part 1)
Seth, a youthful man in his 20âs, had just gotten home after another not so pleasant trip to his local gym. Not being able to get through a single workout without being loosely threatened and called homophobic slurs. As always he had Bradley to thank for that.
All his life Seth had been skinny as could be and usually found himself picked on by the bigger guys back in his school years. Of course now, being an adult, he was free of such torment. For the most part anyway. Whenever he ever tried going to his local gym to exercise and get into shape, the jocks and gymbroâs there would always give him a hard time. Saying how they didnât want scrawny nerds slowing down their workouts by taking up the equipment. Of course not all the dudes in there were like this but there were enough for it to put Seth off wanting to go.
Today though, Seth decided to try his luck again in the hopes heâd get a decent workout in peace. The moment he saw Bradley from across the room however, he knew that wasnât likely. Bradley would always make it his personal mission to make going to the gym absolute hell for any âgeeksâ or ânerdsâ that he saw. He saw the gym as a place only made for alpha bros like himself and hot chicks. With his small and meek build, Seth certainly didnât fit either of those categories. It also didnât help that Bradley was one of his former high school bulliesâŚ
Despite this Seth decided to put on a brave face before walking over to some equipment and starting his workout. Of course he only got about 10 minutes in before he was spotted by Bradley. The crude jock began to tease him relentlessly, telling him to get off whatever machine he was using so a âreal manâ could workout instead.
Surprisingly though, Seth stood up to Bradley somewhat. Usually he wouldnât dare, preferring to shrink into himself and bend to the bullyâs will. But today he managed to find an ember of courage burning inside of him. He took a breath before finally putting his foot down and telling Bradly he wasnât gonna get off until he was finished.
Naturally Bradley didnât take kindly to this lanky nerd speaking to him like that. He continued to more or less insult and bully Seth throughout the rest of his workout. And just when Seth didnât think it could get any worse, as soon as he left to head home, Bradley cornered him outside of the gym and punched him hard in the gut. The jock spat on Seth, telling him to learn his place.
As Seth was left on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, he couldnât help but have mixed emotions. Of course he hated what Bradley did to him. The constant pushing around and name calling amongst other things⌠but at the same time he felt sort of aroused by it all too. Heâd always had a thing for big muscly men, especially jocks, and Bradley fit the bill perfectly. He wanted to hate Bradley but he always seemed to end up in bed jerking off to the bully instead.
Besides he knew Bradley wasnât quite as impressive as he seemed in terms of having his life together. He had a shitty handyman job that didnât pay a whole lot as well as a part time job as a personal trainer. Seth on the other hand was working his way towards a programming job that would pay quite a fair amount. More than Bradley would ever be earning anyway. That thought always gave him some peace of mind.
Later that evening, after a slightly painful walk home, Seth ended up playing a couple hours of DnD with his other ânerdy fag friendsâ as Bradley and the other straight jocks would call them. It wasnât until midnight that they finally got to a point where they could pause the game for the night. Most of his friends went to bed after that, leaving the group call theyâd been on. Seth on the other hand decided to stay up awhile longer.
Heâd been searching up a bunch of gay porn and stuff when he got sidetracked and started looking at sex toys online. Heâd always thought about buying some. And so he scrolled through a bunch of different sites and toys until one finally caught his eye.
At first glance they seemed like an ordinary pair of bondage handcuffs. That is until he read the description. Apparently they were called âmerging cuffsâ. It claimed that if two people were to cuff themselves together then they would merge into one person! Of course Seth didnât believe it one bit but the idea of it certainly piqued his interest. And his boner. The cuffs were also super cheap so he just shrugged and purchased them right then and there on a whim. Why the hell not right?
It couldnât have been more than a minute after buying those cuffs that Seth heard a knock at the front door. But it was past 1:30 in the morning?! Who the hell would be delivering mail at this time? Regardless, curiosity got the better of him as he pulled his pants back on before sneaking out of his room. He was careful not to wake his mother who was asleep in her room as he approached the door.
He quietly opened the front door, not sure what or who to expect. What greeted him was a tiny wrapped gift box sitting on the door mat. Whoever left it there was nowhere to be seen now. Seth reached down and picked up the peculiar box to find that it was in fact addressed to him. Now even more curious he closed the door before taking the box back up to his bedroom.
After plopping himself down on his bed, he opened the box to find what was inside. Only he was shocked to find the very same pair of handcuffs heâd just ordered on the web! But how!? It didnât make sense!? Seth inspected the box a little before pulling out the cuffs. Yep, definitely the same ones he ordered. He hardly knew what to think at this point. Despite that he couldnât help but notice a small instruction letter at the bottom of the box too. Seth pulled it out before reading the followingâŚ
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These handcuffs will allow two individuals to become one entirely new entity.
Itâs as simple as putting one cuff on person A and the other cuff on person B. When they become one they will for all intents and purposes become an entirely new being made up of the qualities from their two counterparts. Once Person C is created, reality will adjust to compensate for their existence and the absence of their former selves. The only people recorded to still be somewhat aware of the previous reality have been parents to the original Person A & B. Besides that nobody is likely to be aware of the merger that has taken place.
These handcuffs are also only good for ONE USE. You can choose to split at any time but after that you will not be able to use the cuffs to merge again. To split you must break the two metal bands created by the cuffs after the merge is complete. You must also be willing to split for this to work. If the metal bands are somehow to be broken and Person C does not wish to split back into A & B then the merge will become PERMANENT.
With all this in mind, use these handcuffs wisely and with a sound mind.
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Sethâs heartbeat was soaring after reading all that. Sure he hadnât believed it before but now he wasnât so sure anymore. He couldnât fathom how the hell this package got here as fast as it did. That said he started to question if maybe these things could be the real deal after allâŚ
â The Next Morning â
After jumping out of bed and getting ready for the day, Seth threw on a baggy pair of shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt to match before heading off to the gym once again. He was sure to grab the cuffs just before he left. Stuffing them into his bag before setting out.
Upon stepping through the doors he could already hear the grunting of men lifting weights and growing bigger. Music to his ears. Heâd chosen this specific time for a reason however because he knew (after some social media stalking) that every Tuesday at about 9:30am, Bradley would be at the gym without fail.
Turning the corner past reception, he saw that his assumption was absolutely correct. Across the gym floor he could see Bradley already warming up. With that in mind he entered quietly, choosing some equipment as far away from Bradley as possible. Of course this only worked for so long until the meathead finally noticed him.
From there it was just like every other time the two had been at the gym together. Seth getting teased and pushed around whenever Bradley had a break between sets. He managed to hold out and endure it though. Rolling with insults until Bradley eventually finished his routine and sauntered off into the locker room. Seth waited a solid minute or two before following him.
Seth hesitantly snuck around the locker room in search of the muscle bound hunk whoâd been tormenting him. The room wasnât all that big so it didnât take that long for the nerd to spot Bradley standing by an open locker grabbing a towel and some shower gel. He mustâve been getting ready to have a quick rinse off in the showers. Lord knew Seth was tempted to see if he could catch a glimpse of Bradleyâs nude body. Just the thought of seeing water cascade down the perky muscle ass was enough to make him wanna bust a nut on the spot. Yet somehow his urge to try out the mysterious handcuffs was even stronger.
Seth pulled the handcuffs out of his bag. He looked down at them before glancing up at the jock before him again. He still wasnât sure if these things would work. Worst case scenario, they donât do anything and he probably gets punched in the face. But if somehow they did work then⌠itâd be worth the risk.
Seth waited until Bradley was facing the other to put one cuff on himself and begin to tip-toe towards the man. His small size allowed him to be fast while remaining as quiet as a mouse. Despite that his heart was still pounding both with worry and excitement as he inched closer to the jock. He could smell that sweaty post workout scent filling his nostrils already. He even watched as the hunk kicked off his trainers and bent down to pull off his ankle socks before tossing them in the locker. Bradley was about to pull off his tank top next when he felt a cold metal bracelet smack against his wrist and snap shut.
âTHE FUCK AREâŚâ The gym bro stopped short as he saw the small man whoâd just slapped a single handcuff on him. Seth felt as though his heart were about to explode out of his chest as the man looked down at him with pure disgust.
âOh. It's you.â Bradley spat, already clenching his fists. âI donât know what the fuck you think youâre doing but yoââ He was cut off by a sudden jolt of energy that ruptured through his body! Seth felt it too! It seemed as though it came directly from the handcuffs.
Both men looked down at the metal cuffs bonding them together as they began to emit a strange glow. The glow started to intensify and before either of them could say another word, Bradley and Seth began losing control of themselves. Their bodies began to shake and convulse uncontrollably as the magical glow encased them as well. Bradley could only curse and shout as he had no clue what the hell was happening. Seth on the other hand had a wide grin, both of wonder and relief that these merging cuffs might actually be working!
The light around them only continued to grow as suddenly Seth and Bradley bodies forcefully pulled together like magnets as if some invisible force was binding them. Seth could feel Bradleyâs muscle jiggling against him as they convulsed, loving the fact that he was just tall enough for his face to be pressed into the massive hunks pecs. God it was like he was having a wet dream! And he was gonna become a part of this huge meathead?!?! Fuck! He just couldnât wait!
Just then the magical glow engulfed them completely. The last thing either of them felt was the strangely blissful sensation of sinking inside one another. Their bodies melding into one before blacking outâŚ
âââ
A new manâs eyes would soon flutter open. He was sprawled out on the floor of the locker room staring up at the ceiling. He felt odd. Unfamiliar? But also not?⌠he couldnât even explain it.
He began to sit up slowly, placing a hand on his head as he glanced towards the open locker beside him. His locker? Yet even the way his body moved felt odd and confusing. Like it was completely new yet had always been this way simultaneously.
âI⌠canât believe itâŚâ He muttered to himself in astonishment as he looked down at his hands and body. He was massive yet that didnât seem to come as much of a surprise. He flexed an arm, feeling his biceps bulge. It felt so natural and so exhilarating at the same time. Surreal was probably the best way to describe it. âIt⌠worked?âŚâ He said, half confused.
With a breath, the new man stood up and was able to walk himself over to a mirror nearby and sink to get a proper look at himself. His eyes widened at the sight that stared back at him.
âIâm⌠Iâm a⌠fucking nerd-hunk!â It was like he wanted to say two completely different things simultaneously. He looked like a nerd⌠but he looked like a hunk. But hadnât he always been a nerd⌠or a hunk? Everything was so confusing. So muddled. So warped together. The man could hardly think properly.
As he inspected his reflection further, the man could see Sethâs nerdy features but it was as though theyâd been âjockifiedâ in a sense. He was wearing Sethâs glasses too yet Bradleyâs backwards cap also sat on top of his head. His clothes looked to be the same as Bradleyâs gym gear yet the colour scheme had changed to fit that of Sethâs. And his body⌠It was enormous! So many years of hard work and dedication put in by Bradley yet certain features like his birthmark, body hair and more were distinctive of Seth.
Seth and Bradley. Bradley and Seth. He could see both of them staring back at him. He was also both of them and neither at the same time. Two bodies. Two minds. Two sets of memories. All of them combined into one single person. Thatâs who he was. And as his brain began to sort through its muddled memories, he quickly remembered how he came to be. Those handcuffs. Seth had used them to merge himself with Bradley and the result of that was the man looking back at him in the mirror.
The new man took another breath, longer and deeper this time as he tried to collect himself. Who was he? He wasnât Seth and he wasnât Bradley. He was a whole new person made from the sum of his parts. He felt and thought a lot of the same things they did yet he felt also completely new. As if heâd only just been born in a way.
That in mind he had to come up with a new name right? Just picking either Seth or Bradley didnât feel right though. Saying Sethâs name out loud made him want to start throwing out homophobic slurs. Meanwhile saying Bradleyâs out loud made him weirdly horny like he wanted to start jerking off to other gym bros and their huge bodies. But it still felt wrong. Like the two sides of himself were arguing inside his mind. So perhaps a whole new one would be better? He thought about it for a moment until finally a name sprung out at him.
James!
Yeah. He liked that. Not too similar to either of his old names and it had a nice ring to it. He couldnât feel any conflict between his two halves at the name so thatâs what he decided to lock in.
It was then that he took notice of the two metal bracelets on each of his wrists. He remembered the note Seth had read mentioning thatâs what the handcuffs would become post merge. They emitted another faint glow for a second before settling again. Weird. He wouldâve been more curious about it if he wasnât so distracted by his new form.
James began to stroke strong stubble on his face. An interesting feeling since Seth was always relatively smooth. He scratched through it a little before running his calloused hands across every little detail on his face. It was like the perfect mix and match of facial features in the most handsome way possible. Mostly picking out Sethâs features as a base and then using Bradleyâs to emphasise them in a masculine jockish way.
Of course his hands then couldnât help but wander down his body. It didnât take long for him to start grasping at the huge watermelons sized pecs sitting on his chest. Fuck he was jacked. He did a double bicep pose into the mirror that only served to make him look even more massive. James could only watch and smirk as his arms bulged with size. His nerdy half was beyond excited. Adoring the feel of all this powerful muscle mass that it had been yearning for all these years. So much so that Jamesâ cock began to stiffen in his shorts. His jock half was also enjoying it but for a completely different, much more narcissistic, reason. Loving to see how this form was even bigger and more of a stud than even Bradleyâs former body.
After a little more squeezing and groping of his new form, James couldnât help but want to whip out his new combined cock. He gingerly tugged at the waistband of his shorts before slowly sliding them down until his dick jumped forward. By god was it massive. It seemed as though his counterparts cock sizes had also merged to become a much bigger whole. Sethâs cock had sat at a respectable 5 inches hard while Bradley had been rocking a 6 and a half incher. James however put them both to shame with an impressive 9 inch monster with the kind of thickness that would make any man or womanâs eyes water.
âFuuuuuuuckâŚâ The fused man grunted with a prideful smirk. âI could have so many hot dudes slobbering over this thing.â James chuckled as he gripped the thick appendage, sending shivers up his spine. His mind filled with images of sexy buff jocks getting their ass holes resized by his cock. That is until a conflicting thought crossed his mind.
âWait no-Iâm⌠Iâm not a fag!?!â He questioned abruptly as Bradleyâs influence shone through a little. Just then the images of muscular men in his mind transformed into hot busty women. His previous thoughts about cock and ass shifting to that of tits and pussy instead. His monster cock pulsed even harder at the idea of burying himself inside a hot babe. âNahhhh bro. I fuckin love pussy!!â He exclaimed.
And yet his mind boomeranged once more.
âBut then againâŚâ his thoughts drifted back to the idea of eating out the hole of one of his bros at the gym before thrusting his cock into a plump jock butt. Jamesâ mind continued to play a horny game of ping pong as it bounced back and forth between extremely gay and super straight thoughts, lightly jerking his cock throughout the conflict.
âCock⌠Pussy⌠Pecs⌠TitsâŚâ He murmured to himself as his cock started to drool precum.
James was only snapped out of this cycle when he heard some other dudes opening the locker room door. Heâd completely forgotten he was in a public space! He quickly tried tucking his cock away into his shorts again, struggling to hide his obscene bulge in the process. Though he wasnât as successful as heâd hoped before another jock turned the corner and saw him. It was one of Bradleyâs gym buddies, Sam.
âYo Jay! I thought you said you were getting a shower. You got a hot chick hiding in here somewhere?â Sam teased with a chuckle upon seeing the bulge, looking around and behind James as a joke. What struck James as odd though was the fact that the smaller jock somehow knew the name heâd come up for himself mere moments prior. Or at least an abbreviation of it that his jock half rather enjoyed. He knew reality shouldâve shifted after he came into existence but he came up with that name after the shift right? Just then his mind snapped back to when he thought up the name. The metal bands on his wrists. They glowed a little when he decided on it. Perhaps that was them adding his new name to the reality alter or something? It seemed plausible but his train of thought was lost as Sam continued. âOr a dude maybe? I know youâre into that as well.â His apparent bro added.
âOh umm⌠Nah bro just excited to see my uhhh⌠progressâŚâ James lied with an awkward smirk. What else could he really say?
âWell I love seeing my results as wellâŚâ Sam turned to the mirror, giving a flex of his own. âBut I donât go around getting boners because of it.â He laughed.
James couldnât help but lock his gaze onto Samâs arms. He thought about kissing those biceps before making out with that scruffy dumb jock face of his. His Seth side had clearly harboured a huge crush on Sam as well.
âBut you do you man, I donât judge.â The other jock finished before patting James on the shoulder and walking away towards his own locker. As he did James couldnât help but turn and get a quick look at his broâs ass in those shorts.
âHeâs definitely been training his glutes a lot recentlyâŚâ James thought to himself, his dick jumping a bit in his own shorts at the thought of getting his hands on that ass. Smacking and fucking it. However his inner thoughts began to conflict again. âNah Sam is just a bro! Bros donât fuck bros!? Bros talk about hot chicks together!â He then remembered a time where Bradley had seen one of the other female personal trainers wearing quite the revealing outfit one day. His cock began leaking precum once again as he remembered wanting to shove his dick between her huge tits while he kept stealing glances at her heart shaped ass. But just then, like getting horny whiplash at this point, his mind darted back to a time when Seth had seen one of the male personal trainers checking himself out in the gym mirrors after a pump. He was basically drooling as he watched the man bounce his pecs a little, wishing that he could shove his dick between those huge mounds of muscle.
Seeing the memories side by side however helped James realise something. Despite one experience being gay and the other straight, they were both extremely similar. So much so that you could switch it by having Seth be the one ogling at the womanâs tits and Bradley gushing over the manâs pecs and almost nothing would change. It was more or less the same experience. Perhaps his two halves were more alike in that regard than they originally thoughtâŚ
James was suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of Sam shutting his locker. âWell Iâll leave you to get back toâŚâ he glanced down at Jamesâ still slightly visible bulge. âWhatever you were doing before I guess.â And with that grabbed his stuff and left James alone in the locker room once more. He looked over at his towel along with the shower gel sitting on the bench. He still kinda smelled like sweat from Bradleyâs workout. Though at this point he just wanted to have an excuse to get naked.
The grey tank top soon found itself being tossed inside the locker alongside Bradleyâs trainers and ankle socks, swiftly followed by the pair of black shorts James had been wearing. Then after shutting the locker, grabbing his towel and shower gel, James sauntered off towards the showers in all his huge muscular glory. Good thing they had shower cubicles because there was no way he was gonna be able to hide his massive erect cock now.
Upon twisting the handle the shower burst to life. It soon warmed itself up. James stepped under the refreshing water flow with a deep sigh. He let the water run over him calmly for a moment before getting down to business. Grabbing and groping at his body once again but with much more lust this time around. Feeling the weight of his pecs, the size of his arms, the heftiness of his thighs and the thickness of his ass. It wasnât long before heâd gotten some gel on his hands and began rubbing it all over his hulking form. Making sure to rub the soap into every crevasse he could find and loving every second of it.
The gay part of him couldnât help allowing one hand to linger excessively long around his ass. Squeezing and kneading each of his cheeks before eventually sliding a finger between them and towards his asshole. But before he could try and enter it, the straight part of him forced his hole and asscheeks to clench tightly shut so nothing could penetrate it. The feeling to both desire and fight against something simultaneously was an odd one to say the least.
Eventually he stood back under the water fully to rinse off any remaining soap. As he did his thick python of a cock continued to buck and bounce at full mast as if it were begging for release. Naturally James was willing enough to oblige it.
James took a strong grip on his fat member before starting to pump. As he did he tried to think of anything that would get him going. Of course his own body was one thing. So huge and fuckin powerful. He could dominate anyone! He couldnât help but imagine pressing one of his gym broâs down onto his back before sliding his cock deep inside his ass, pounding away and dominating him in every sense. His balls were already churning with cum at the thought when his brain began to drift elsewhere again.
Now Imagining himself between the legs of one of those personal trainer babes at the gym. Eating out her pussy and tasting her delicious pussy juice before getting her to give him a tit job and busting a nut all over her face and breasts.
Then he jumps back to the guy heâd been pounding now giving him a sloppy blowjob. Jamesâ hand on the back of his head pushing him as far down as heâll go. He could practically hear the imaginary man gagging on his massive length.
Just then however, his two visions began merging into one. Both transforming into a single horny day dream.
He was now imagining himself in a threesome. The babe presented him with her wet eager pussy while the hunk presented his tight hungry hole. James was spoiled for choice. He wanted both! He loved both! Soon enough he imagined himself constantly swapping between the two. Pounding her pussy then pounding his hole then back to her pussy again. Going back and forth again and again until he nutted inside one.
By this point James was jerking his cock furiously to the mixed horny thoughts running through head. It was then that the bracelets that heâd left on until now began to glow once again. Suddenly his balls felt even fatter and fuller than they were before but at this point James was too horny to stop and ask why. At this point all he wanted was to explode! His eyes began to roll back as ecstasy overtook his body. His cock and balls started to tense up as his hand continued stroking like his life depended on it. He could feel it! He was gonna blow!!
âOOOOAAHHHHH FFUUUUUUCKKK!â James roared with extreme intensity followed by a massive rope of cum blasting from his cock. With it taking all of Bradleyâs homophobic ideals and splattering them across the cubicle wall in a sticky mess. Finally releasing the one roadblock thatâd been stopping Jamesâ two sexualities from merging into a healthy Bisexual.
Then, as his cock released another tiny splutter cum, he also let go of Sethâs lack of vanity allowing him to become 100% confident in showing off his new and improved body. After that James was surprised when his cock suddenly shot another powerful rope at the cubicle wall, purging any desire to bully others by belittling them as Bradley had done so many times before. This was then followed by Jamesâ hung appendage twitching again and letting out yet another modest cumshot. This one took with it Sethâs meek and shy nature, leaving behind only that of Bradleyâs confident and extroverted one. It was only after his body had ejaculated all the qualities necessary to create the best version of James possible was his cock finally able to stop shooting load after load.
James fell to his knees then backwards onto his ass in exhaustion. He watched as his cum and ejected traits were washed down the shower drain with a faint smile on his face. There were simply no words to describe how incredible he felt. Just that he felt whole now. His two halves had finally stopped fighting against each over and have unified as one, leaving his mind feeling the clearest it'd been since the merge.
âHey dude. You alright in there?â Came the echoing voice of another gym goer from just outside Jamesâ shower cubicle. âI heard some noises from out there.â
He jumped back up to his feet in surprise. âY-yeah! Iâm good bro. Just slipped, but Iâm good!â He shouted back, lying through his teeth as he glanced at some of his thick cum still dripping down the wall. The guy on the other side seemed a tad suspicious due to Jamesâ tone but didnât think anything of it and left back into the main locker room. Moments after, once heâd cleaned/licked up all the cum leftover inside the cubicle, James left with a towel wrapped around his waist as he made his way back to his locker.
Before long the merged nerdy jock had dressed himself in the spare set of clothes Bradley had in the locker. They felt tight on his body, not that it was a problem. He just loved the way his pecs stretched the t-shirt and how his thighs and ass strained inside the shorts. Wasting no more time though, Jamesâ pulled on the leftover ankle socks and trainers before grabbing his gym bag and heading out of the locker room.
As he crossed the gym floor, James could feel the eyes of both horny and jealous people watching him and his body. And he got off on it like hell. Though just as he reached the reception he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around he saw none other than the exact same female PT that Bradley had the hots for. His eyes almost immediately gave her a once over, inspecting her curves and cleavage shown off in the well fitting tights and sports bra.
âHeeyyy James. Are we still on for Friday night?â She asked with a devious smirk as she eyed him up just the same as he had. Looking over his bulging muscles and meaty pecs. It was then James recalled a recent memory of Bradley going on a date with her the night before. It mustâve gone well since she gave some heavy suggestions on what she wanted to do with him next time.
âOf course! Couldnât be more excited.â James replied in a cocky but cheery tone.
âGlad to hear it.â She said, taking a step forward before reaching down, gingerly grasping at his bulge. âI can already tell weâre gonna have so much fun.â She giggled while rubbing his thick package before letting go with a wink. James grinned as he watched her turn and walk back towards some gym equipment to finish her routine, not being able to help watching her ass for a moment before turning around himself and heading out the gym exit.
James stepped out into the world, now with a semi-boner once again, and took his first deep breath of fresh air. Man did it feel good. He only had a couple seconds to enjoy the moment however as he felt the buzz of a phone from inside his gym bag. Opening the bag up he pulled out a familiar phone and saw a Grindr notification. He knew for a fact that Bradley never had Grindr but then again since reality changed this was no longer Bradleyâs phone. It was Jamesâ.
Tapping the notification and unlocking the phone then took him to a chat this guy had started with him.
â Holy fuck! And I thought I was getting big hahaha. Youâre fucking huge man! I would do anything just to feel those massive arms and that sexy chest! đ â
Well he was certainly straight forward. James went and gave his profile another quick look. They were about the same age and the guy looked to be a lean jock type. Soccer player by the looks of it. He had short brown hair with a bit of scruff on his face and some cute handsome features. The dude was definitely hot, heâd give him that. James half-hard dick even twitched again when he saw a photo of the guy wearing nothing but a Jockstrap, framing his cute ass perfectly. He could already see himself burying his face and cock between those cheeks.
Heâd have to get back to that guy for sure but right now he had more important things to deal with. If everything that letter was true then his parents on both sides wouldnât have been affected by the reality shift all that much. They probably werenât even aware of his existence yet. So that was his next order of business. To break the news. Luckily, since Seth only grew up with his mom and Bradley only ever had his dad, there were only two parents to break it to rather than four. Still wonât make it any less awkwardâŚ
(Part 2)
James stood outside his house⌠or one of his houses anyway. With a deep breath he stepped forward and gave a rhythmic knock. It was only mere moments later that Sethâs mother Lisa opened the door. Of course she didnât recognise the hulking man before her but there was an odd sense of familiarity about him.
James politely gave her his new name before asking to come inside, saying that he has something very important to tell her about her son. The middle aged woman was reluctant for a moment but the man seemed genuine so she stepped aside and offered him a seat in the kitchen.
âUmmm⌠well Iâm not quite sure how to say thisâŚâ As James fumbled with his words Lisa became worried. She began to ask if Seth had been hurt somehow to which James swiftly reassured her that wasnât the case. âNo Mom. The truth is that⌠I am Seth. Kind of.â
âW-what are you talking about?! You arenât my son!â Hearing his mother shout those words definitely hurt but James understood her view. He did look completely different after all.
âJust please give me a moment to explain.â He pleaded.
She gave him a distrusting look but allowed him to take the floor and somehow make sense of the madness he spoke.
âYesterday I ordered these weird handcuffs andâŚâ James went on to explain how the mysterious handcuffs worked and how they arrived almost instantly as he ordered them online. âThen this morning I took them to the gym. You remember Bradley right?âŚâ He refreshed her memory of the bully heâd had throughout high school and how he went to the local gym frequently. âI saw him with all his muscle and confidence and decided that⌠I wanted to be a part of that.â James continued, telling her how the merging process had gone down after slapping the cuffs on himself and Bradley. âIt was weird and confusing at first, like our individual minds were constantly pulling our new self in two different directions with opposing thoughts, but I think weâve managed sync up now⌠kindaâ
Of course his mother had no idea what to say to all this. The way James spoke reminded her of Seth only with a deeper, more resonant voice and a lot of the things he said were accurate like the stuff about high school⌠But surely he couldâve just acquired that information somehow. The only logical solution was to ask him a personal question that only Seth would know the answer too.
She sat and thought for a moment until she came up with just the question to ask. "So when you were younger, you were really proud of this one sunflower you grew. how many seeds did it make in the end?"
"Oh, hahah! I remember that easily. Just the one seed, unfortunately." He chucked thinking back to that old childhood memory. "It didn't grow to become a giant sunflower sadly, just a tiny little lanky one. Could only grow one premature seed before dying.â
Lisa couldnât believe it, it was such an obscure memory that nobody but herself and Seth couldâve possibly known. âS-Seth?⌠is that really you?â She asked to which the bulky young man simply nodded with a smile in response. âI canât⌠I donât⌠IâŚâ She had no idea what to say but she found herself believing it. Many of his features reminded her of her son, only more masculine, and the glasses he wore were unmistakably the same. And yet there were also a bunch of completely different features like his eyes, facial hair and most notably his large physique. Was all that crazy talk heâd said about merging actually true after all?
âLook I know you must have a lot of questions but right now weâve got to call my dad⌠on Bradleyâs side I mean.â James said, placing a large reassuring hand on top of hers before getting up to grab the house phone. Lisa could only stare in awe at her son(?) as he dialed a number and started calling. Soon enough Bradleyâs father Saul answered.
âWassup Dad! Look thereâs something super important I gotta talk to you about. How soon can you get down here?â Suddenly Jamesâ entire tone of speech had shifted. His dad didnât think anything of it as Jamesâ voice now sounded exactly like his sonâs over the phone. Saul sighed at the request but agreed to meet âBradleyâ after being given the address.
30 minutes later there was a knock at the door. James jumped up to open it, greeting his father with that same jocky attitude as Bradley yet Saul only looked at him with confusion.
âWho the hell are you? You ainât my son?â Though he couldnât help but notice the man before him bore a strange resemblance to Bradley in a way.
âYeaaaahh⌠about that.â James persuaded Saul to come inside and sit down at the table with Lisa. As crazy as it all sounded they convinced Saul to hear James out.
âWell I made my way down to the gym to get a pump with my broâs andâŚâ he went onto explain how his routine went, chatting up a couple chicks in between exercises and what not. Typical jock bro stuff. âThen I saw that Seth nerd across the room working outâŚâ he confessed to being a bit of dick to Seth while he was there until he finished his workout. âAfter that I went to my locker. Was about to get a shower, when BOOM! Seth slaps this weird ass handcuff on me!â James re-explained the handcuffs to Saul, saying how theyâd somehow fused him and Seth into one dude. âIt was super fuckin weird at first, like a part of me was thinkin one thing then another part was thinkin something else. I think our thoughts have started to match up a little now though and work together or some shit.â
Just like Lisa before, Saul was lost for words. This man sounded like a lunatic! Yet at the same time he spoke just like his son. It wqs also a slight shock for Lisa as he hadnât sounded quite this⌠bro-ey(?) until Saul got here.
Naturally Saul didnât fully believe this to be true at first just like Lisa. And similarly to the woman before him, he prompted James to say something that only he and Bradley would know.
"Alright Dad. HmmmmâŚâ James pondered for a moment. âOh I got it! You remember that time when I bullied those nerds for the entire school camping trip and you punished me by leaving me to camp alone in the forest for 2 days? I didn't learn a fucking thing from that punishment! I just proved to you I could live out there on my own." James gloated, flexing an arm and laughing.
Saul was in shock. Was this man really his son somehow? Though thinking about it he looked to have the same physique, attitude and some familiar features that reminded him of Bradley. Though there were also many that he didnât recognise as well like his smile, his glasses and slightly lesser tanned skin among other things. Had he actually merged with some nerdy dude that slapped some magic shit on him. It took him a while to process it all but once he didâŚ
âSo youâre telling me that my jock son is now fused with some scrawny nerd!? Whatâre you a fag now as well?!â Saulâs outburst was sort of expected but Lisa still scolded the man anyway. Telling him to not spout ill words towards her son, especially in their own house. James also knew that despite Bradleyâs clear homophobia prior to âejectingâ it the other day, Saul never had anything against gay men before now. Hence he gave his father the benefit of doubt. He was probably just overwhelmed right now. Though that didnât mean he couldnât tease his dad a littleâŚ
âWell⌠I guess youâre half right. I still love pussy but dude ass looks pretty good as well now dad I gotta say!â James said with a chuckle.
âSet-I mean James! No language like that in the house please!â His mother scolded. Well it was certainly going to be a madhouse around here from now on by the looks of things.
Eventually Lisa and James got Saul to sit and listen to the positives. Being merged with a nerd means theyâd be much smarter together than Bradley ever was on his own. With that intelligence theyâd be able to get a decent job that pays well unlike the handyman job that Bradley had to settle for. Plus his new son still looked like an âalpha jockâ just with a little less douchiness about him. Really it should be a win-win but Saul was still having a hard time accepting it right now.
Afterwards, James explained that theyâre the only ones who remember him being two people and that for everyone else, reality had completely shifted. In a lot of ways this made things easier, they didnât have to bother dealing with the disappearance of Seth and Bradley nor did they have to set up some new identity for James somehow. According to everyone else, James had lived a mixed life of experiences from both Bradley and Seth. It also seemed that a lot of people now thought Bradleyâs dad and Sethâs mom had a fling back in the day which was how James came to be.
After some long discussion, the three came to the decision that James would stay with Saul for the time being but would frequently come back to Lisaâs house to keep things fair. With that James went to his old room in his moms house to find that itâd been left unchanged. He grabbed whatever gear he wanted from the room and packed it into a bag. Though he didnât bother with any of the clothes as none of those would fit him now anyway. Once done, he headed back downstairs with his stuff and said his goodbyes to his mom before hopping in his dads car and heading back to his place.
The car ride was undoubtedly awkward, neither man knowing quite what to say to the other. Best James could do was try and make some small talk about the other night's soccer game but even that didnât help much. Luckily it didnât take long for them to pull up into Saulâs driveway. The pair jumped out of the car and headed inside, still barely speaking a word, before James made a B-line for his other bedroom.
Upon entering he could smell a distinct musk. The sweaty post work out smell of a man clouding the room from all the previous training Bradley had done when at home. Unlike his room at Lisaâs house, this one was much messier with dirty clothes littered about the floor, unkempt bed sheets, weights and exercise equipment just lying around and much more. It didnât seem to bother James all that much to be honest but he was probably gonna tidy it up a little later. At least get hamper in here for some of those clothes.
With that James got himself settled in, unpacking all the stuff heâd brought and looking through the stuff in his current room. He ended up rooting through Bradleyâs closet for clothes to try, even throwing on some of the dirty ones, then checking himself out in the full body mirror. Due to his slightly increased size from what Bradley had been, most of these clothes now fitted quite tightly. Not that he was complaining. He just loved the way his pecs strained against some of the tank tops and t-shirtâs as well as how many of the shorts did little to hide his huge muscle butt and hefty bulge. A bulge of which was growing bigger by the second as he continued to admire his merged body, especially when he was stood in nothing but one of Bradleyâs dirty jockstraps that heâd recently used during football practice with the bros. Enjoying the way it framed his ass while a bit of precum seeped through the pouch, further staining it.
In no time James was sprawled out on his bed, jacking his monster cock furiously. So fucking horny for himself, groping every part of his body like he had been in gym showers earlier that day before thoughts of both men and women alike started running through his head. In his horny frenzy, James grabbed his phone and opened Grindr. He found the guy whoâd messaged him yesterday, Matt, and started scrolling back through the photos heâd sent. Fuck he was so hot, James couldâve bust a load to that cute jock butt right then and there but he held off for a moment to message back.
â Hey man, thanks for the compliments. Youâre super fucking cute as well! Would love to meet up soon so we can appreciate each-over in person đ â
He went back to jerking gently for a moment until he got a swift reply from Matt who seemed to be completely on board. He said the best day for him was this coming Thursday. Perfect! James had a date with the personal trainer Katie on Friday so he could get ass and pussy one after the other! With that he set it up with Matt before returning his full attention to jacking off.
As his hand continued to pump up and down the shaft however, James began to notice a certain haziness setting over him. At first he assumed it just just due to his sheer horniness but the feeling grew stronger as he came closer to orgasm. His mind was overtaken by it as he couldnât help but bust a nut all over his pecs and abs.
Suddenly conflicting memories start to disappear from his mind. Memories of Seth giving up on his work outs years back and using a flesh light are ejected out in thick ropes of cum leaving only Bradleyâs memories consistent working out instead and never having to use a flesh light because he always had a hole to fuck anyway. After that even more of Sethâs irrelevant overlapping memories were ejaculated one after the other.
Afterwards James simply sat chuckling to himself as he smeared the cum over his chest before licking some up. It was like his brain had just switched itself off and he could barely think at all, a thick cloud covering his thoughts. Little did James know that jacking off had caused the two consciousnessâ inside his head to start mindfucking one another. Right now it was as if the inner Bradley was shoving his metaphorical cock into the inner Sethâs mouth, shooting copious amounts of 'psychic cumâ down his throat and filling Sethâs consciousness with tons of his jock-like traits. Slowly but surely transforming Sethâs inner self into more of a buff nerdy jock.
Time flew by as James continued to lay buck naked on his bed, laughing and touching his body all over in a sort of euphoric state. After about an hour or so his dad came into the room to see his new son sprawled naked and covered with dry cum. âHuhuhuhuh shoulda knocked dude.â He didnât even try to cover himself as his dad cursed, covering his eyes before leaving and closing the door.
It wasnât until about 4 or so hours had passed that he finally returned to his senses, confused as to why he was now standing doing bicep curls nude in front of the mirror. Despite his brain clearing up again though, he did feel different. Besides some of Sethâs memories he could no longer recall, he also felt a bit⌠dumber?
The rest of that evening went as awkwardly as you would imagine when James went down to watch the game with his dad, vaguely remembering what his dad had seen earlier. It was also pretty apparent that Saul hadnât yet accepted him either. This prompted James to try and bond with his father any way he could. Mostly via the sport on TV and hopefully try to forget what happened earlier in the processâŚ
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Wednesday morning soon arrived. James awoke with a big yawn as he stretched before pulling himself out of bed. Looking at his wrists he noticed the merging bracelets that were still attached to him. To be honest heâd almost forgotten they were there. He remembered what the letter said about the merge being permanent if he broke them without wishing to defuse. It was honestly kind of tempting to break them right then and there. In the short time James had spent as himself, he already felt way better than either of his previous selves ever had. However, for now, he wanted to have a backup and so he instead just slipped them off and stored them away underneath his bedroom floorboards for safe keeping.
Now that was sorted, heâd already decided he was gonna spend most of today with his dad. He had to convince him that he was still his son! Though hopefully that shouldnât be hard since he felt more like Bradley than ever after yesterdayâs odd haze.
Immediately heading downstairs after getting dressed, James found his dad sitting at the table with a coffee in hand. Well, here goes nothing.
Across the course of the day James did everything he could to get his dad to accept him. They reminisced over old memories they shared, tossed a football around for awhile, drank beer together and many other manly father and son bonding activities James could think of. Saul still wasnât all that keen at first but as the day went on he began to warm up a little. It was minor progress but it was better than nothing. Hopefully it wouldnât be long before Saul was calling him âSonâ again. They managed to end the day on a high note before James later made his way back to his moms house. After all the address heâd given his hookup Matt was for his motherâs place.
Content with that day heâd had with his father, he walked inside and said hello to his mom. They chatted for a while about his day before he headed off to his room. He could tell his mom was still a little uneasy about the whole situation even if she was trying to hide it. He understood though. This was gonna take some time for both his parents.
He closed his bedroom door behind him and gazed over his other more nerdy looking bedroom. Part of him was tempted to jack his fat cock off again and bust some more jock nut like he had yesterday. He was definitely a little horny again but he honestly was too exhausted after todayâs activities to bother. Instead he just collapsed onto the much smaller bed, allowing it to creak under his weight. It didnât take long for him to doze off into a deep sleep.
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Thursday came around and James awoke with a throbbing erection. Seems like after going 24 hours plus without jerking off, his cock was becoming restless. It took a lot of willpower to not satisfy the urge. Fortunately his desire to save his cum for tonight was greater than his urge to spill his load. He gave his thick shaft a couple tugs before trying his best to shove it into his shorts comfortably. A hard task for sure.
After heading back downstairs and grabbing some breakfast with his mom, James set off towards the gym to get his main workout in. Especially since heâd skipped it yesterday to hang with his dad.
Upon arrival he was welcomed by many other gym-goers, a lot of them he thought of as his broâs. After that it was like muscle memory took over as he made his way over to each machine and pumped out set after set. Not to mention helping and encouraging his bros in between exercises. Fuck did he feel like he was in his element though. He felt just as Bradley always did! Barely having a thought passing through his head while pumping his already huge muscles with the sole goal of growing even bigger than he already was. Just the rush of proving how powerful he was by lifting some massive weights was causing blood to rush into his cock again. He just couldnât control that thing!
Before long he finished his routine and went to shower off. While he was getting dried however, some of the other jocks and meatheads heâd been working out with offered him to come play some football with them on the local field.
âLetâs fucking do it bros!â He agreed with a grin.
Next thing he knew, heâd headed home to grab his football gear and the same jockstrap heâd been wearing the previous night. Then before long he was on the field tackling the other dudes while having the absolute time of his life!
They mustâve played for a couple hours as by the time he got back home it was already the late afternoon. He messaged Matt to be sure he was still coming, which Matt confirmed, before heading to his room to play some first person shooter games.
The time passed by pretty quickly and soon enough there was a knock on the front door. James rushed down to answer it before his mother could, delighted to see the man from Grindr heâd been talking to. He was cuter and even more handsome in person.
They chatted for a little while but it didnât take long for James to lead him upstairs. As soon as the door was closed, they made out passionately for a good while. During which they started ripping off each other's clothes. Matt couldnât stop himself grabbing at Jamesâ arms and grinning as he felt just how huge and powerful they were. âOh wow⌠you really are so fucking incredibleâŚâ He complimented as his hands continued to roam around the rest of Jamesâ supersized muscle bod.
As Matt began squishing and squeezing at those massive pecs, James smirked down at him. âYou look pretty incredible yourself you knowâŚâ he said before reaching round to squeeze Mattâs ass, earning a lustful yelp from the smaller man. The two couldnât help but lock lips again, swapping spit with such aggressive passion. Then after finally breaking apart, James tossed Matt onto the undersized bed, stroking his massive cock to the cute jock before him. With a smirk Matt rolled over, exposing his tasty looking ass to really get James going.
Next thing they knew, Matt was leaning over the side of the bed and swallowing as much of the fat member before him as his throat could handle. James was sure to face fuck him hard and good before eventually hopping onto the bed himself, instantly jumping at the chance to eat out that juicy jock butt. Matt groaned out as his hole was licked and savoured by the hulking brute of a man, being prepared for what was to come.
After a couple minutes of teasing, the time had finally come. Once his cock was well lubed, James alined the tip with the tight hole presented before him. Matt begged him for it until he felt the tip push inside, both men groaning out in unison. Slowly but surely James delighted in pushing himself further inside until he was balls deep.
An hour or so mustâve passed by the time they finished. They were constantly switching positions, making out and admiring each overs bodies. Eventually though, despite the incredible stamina, everyone has a limit and Matt was the first to reach his. As his hole continued to be destroyed, now once again lying on his front with James pounding down into him, he groaned out and arched his back before his cock started nutting beneath him. That was Jamesâ signal to finish up himself. Matt was then delighted to feel his ass suddenly fill with thick cum, James roaring out as he emptied the massive load his balls had stored.
While his balls unloaded, James then felt that familiar haze settling over him once again. His mind went numb as it got harder for him to think straight. During his orgasm even more memories began to vanish, this time from Bradleyâs side. He shot out memories of Bradley failing most things back in high school and college. Not to mention somehow never being able to get a drivers licence. Leaving behind only Sethâs memories in those regards, getting grades ranging pretty good to amazing in most areas and having been able to drive for over 2 years now. Those among others of Bradleyâs memories, all ejaculated in the load of cum that now resided within Mattâs hole.
Once again Jamesâ two inner halves began mindfucking each over through the foggy haze. This time however, the roles were flipped. The jockier Seth was now the one receiving a passionate blowjob from Bradley, sucking out a bunch of Sethâs nerdier traits and transforming him into more of a nerdy jock mix similar to that of inner Seth. Jamesâ two halves were becoming more and more alike by the day.
After all that intense fucking though James started drifting off to sleep, still on top of Matt who was just as exhausted. As his eyes fluttered shut, his inner Seth would only continue face fuck inner Bradley as they sleptâŚ
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Upon waking Jamesâ mind felt clear once again. The strange haze mustâve worn off in his sleep⌠but once again he felt different. Now he felt much smarter than before as if he were now channeling more of his Seth side. That mustâve been why he felt dumber and cockier before, because he was channeling Bradley. He must not have been quite as stable yet as heâd previously thoughtâŚ
Laid beside him, Matt was still sleeping soundly. James couldnât help but smile at how sweet the other man looked in that moment. He ended up wrapping an arm around the smaller but still well built man and cuddling with him. They got to lay in peace for a good half an hour or so before Matt finally began to stir awake.
The two had quite the pleasant morning chat, Matt even noting how James sounded a bit different now. Like the way he spoke sounded more intelligent. He guessed that James had been hiding it the previous night for whatever reason. As great of a time they were having though, Matt soon had leave since he was late for work. James watched while the man he bred last night yanked his clothes back on before James walked him downstairs and out of the house, waving him goodbye.
Heâd never expected to like Matt quite as much as he did. Sure he was hot in all his photos but now after meeting him, he felt as though there was a deeper connection there. One he certainly wasnât expecting. Maybe he should ask Matt on a proper date soon? Of course he already had his date with Katie to worry about first though. Itâd only be fair to give her an equal chance.
The rest of the morning from that point went rather as youâd expect from James by this point⌠except for one thing.
He got dressed, had breakfast with his mother, then gathered his things for the gym before setting off. Though by this point he still had about an hour or so before needing to leave. So to pass the time he sat back in his bedroom and played some of Sethâs games. Games that wouldâve been considered âgeekyâ to a lot of his Jock friends but he couldnât deny that he was having a blast!
That hour absolutely flew by and before long it was time for him to leave. After saying goodbye to his mom, James jogged to the gym as part of his warm-up before stepping inside.
He was ready for a pump.
Of course he spotted many of the other gym regulars whom he talked with as he trained. Talking to those guys did bring out a bit more of that bro-talk side to him but even they were still able to notice the strange shift in Jamesâ tone since yesterday.
It was only about half way through his routine that Katie walked in at last. Theyâd agreed to meet here and leave for the nearby restaurant in town once theyâd both finished. That certainly didnât stop them from trying to chat each other up every time they passed one another though. In the end, James finished first and left for the locker room where he got a rinse off the showers and got changed.
Now he was simply sitting outside the gym waiting for Katie to finish up. Said waiting gave James a lot of time to think. Mainly about his parents.
Both his former selves had wished they couldâve had two parents rather than just one. More so Seth than Bradley but still. Now in a strange way he finally did! Although now it felt sort of like having divorced parents in a way. Thatâs when he came up with a plan.
James called up both his parents, asking them to come meet him and his date at the restaurant. After some persuasion over the phone, they both surprisingly agreed. Then once Katie had finished her workout and got cleaned up, the two headed to the restaurant themselves.
Upon arrival, James had already informed Katie of the situation. She was a tad weirded out by it at first but he was able to get her on board. Soon it wasnât long before all four of them were seated at a table together. Turns out Jamesâ big plan was in fact a double date in hopes that his parents would find some sort of a connection.
For sure it was a little awkward at first but as James and Katie flirted on their side of the table, Saul and Lisa gradually began to find common ground. Turns out the two actually did have a couple of common interests. They both enjoyed Rom-coms (Though Saul wouldn't always admit it) Baseball, Motorcycles and more!
âHey, seems like my plan for those two is working. Howâs about we leave them to it while you and I head to the Hotel across the street and⌠you know.â James thrusted his hips back and forth a little in his seat. Katie rolled her eyes while trying to hide an amused grin. They got up from the table after paying for their food and said to Jamesâ parents that they were heading to the hotel. This of course invoked a slurry of embarrassing lectures about âsafetyâ.
The young and horny pair arrived at the hotel in no time, getting themselves a room before rushing inside. The very second the door closed they were practically smashing their lips together, tongues exploring each other's mouths while their hands began to wander. Katie reached her hand under the back of Jamesâ tank top, running her palm across his muscular back. Jamesâ hand did something similar except going a little lower to feel her soft ass. The touching started gentle but quickly grew more animalistic on both ends. Katie wasnât able to stop herself from squeezing and admiring Jamesâ impressive muscle mass just as Matt had the prior night. Grabbing at his bulging arms and cannonball-like shoulders. James responded in kind, kneading both hands into her pillow of an ass before lowering himself a little more to get a feel of her thick feminine thighs.
Of course it wasnât long before his focus turned to her chest as he got a good feel of her tits, chuckling a tiny bit as he played with them. Katie smirked âAlright, my turn nowâ She stated before reaching out and groping Jamesâ huge pecs, poking and prodding at the muscle. âYours are even bigger than mine.â She joked.
The two threw off the last of their remaining clothes, revealing Jamesâ hard pulsing cock and Katieâs wet needy pussy. They interlocked their lips once more as Katie jumped up into Jamesâ arms, wrapping her legs around his waist with one of Jamesâ hands on her ass for support.
He carefully aligned his massive shaft with her core before gently pressing it inside inch by inch. Katie cried out in delight as his cock pressed against her pussy walls, stretching her more and more as James buried himself as deep as possible. He tilted himself back a little before starting to move his hips, slowly thrusting in and out. He used his knowledge gained from Bradleyâs numerous conquests to make sure he pressed himself inside in just the right way to make her scream with lust.
James continued to fuck Katie in his arms for a good few minutes before the two hopped onto the hotel bed. The flexible young woman spread her legs nice and wide before pressing Jamesâ face into her pussy. He proceeded to eat her out with pleasure, loving the taste of her juices as it smeared across his face.
As one can imagine this scene went on for some time. Pussy eating, dick sucking, tit jobs and all sorts of fuck positions. But sooner or later James was bound to reach the end of his rope. They finished with Katie on top of him, Jamesâ holding her by the hips and waist to assist her in bouncing up and down. She could tell the jock was getting close by the increased grunts and inconsistent pace of his upward thrusts. Well she was on the pill so⌠what the hell. Katie bounced on his cock a few more times before pressing herself as far down as she could handle, moving herself around on top to massage the dick inside her from every angle. James was sent over the edge, groaning out as he unleashed a wave of cum.
It happened again. The haze. It glazed over Jamesâ mind once more. In the load he shot out various inferior memories from not one but both sides of himself that conflicted with his merged self. While this happened, the separate consciousness of Bradley and Seth mindfucked one another once again. This time though they were fucking each over in the 69 position. They shot load after load after load of âpsychic cumâ into one another. Constantly filling one another with parts of their individuality. Shooting over and over until that individuality started to fade as the inner Seth and Bradley slowly became more and more indistinguishable from each other. Before long even they started to fuse, merging consciousness into one singular entity as well. Melding them together until they were no longer Seth and Bradley on the inside. They were simply just James.
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For a while everyone was a little worried when James began acting strange for the first two days after that night. Turns out that last haze lasted way longer than the others. He started acting like the dumbest gym bro around for at least 48 hours. Once it wore off however, James had evolved in the most incredible way possible. His two inner selves, after swapping and sharing so many personality traits and memories, had eventually become identical and merged into one. No more were there two voices in his head directing him, only one unified voice. No more Seth. No more Bradley. Only James.
Unfortunately Katie saw a little bit too much of the hazed out James and decided she didnât wanna see him anymore. Guess she didnât wanna date a guy who all of sudden seemed as dumb as a brick. Of course he was a little upset by this but it did make things easier. He enjoyed the short time heâd spent with her but in the end he didnât feel the same sweet connection heâd felt with Matt. Luckily for James, heâd slept through the second haze and Matt hadnât seen him as heâd went through that third one. And so⌠he called him.
The two met up again and had a nice proper date this time around where they got to know each other much better. They didnât fuck on that date however. James had to make up some sort of excuse as he wasnât sure if heâd haze out and turn into a dumb brute again.
So later that night he tested it by busting a huge load to some porn and⌠nothing happened. Besides covering himself in cum that is. After that you best believe James fucked Mattâs brains out post their next date. Afterwards he even got Matt to top him! He could tell the cute smaller jock was having the time of his life pounding Jamesâ thick muscle ass. Though, thanks to Bradleyâs inherited virgin hole, he felt so fucking tight at first. It took him a long while to loosen up properly for Mattâs dick.
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Since then itâs been about a year. After a few more successful dates, Matt and James decided to start dating properly as boyfriends and they got on incredibly well. They were always laughing and having fun, James even getting Matt into a couple of his nerdy games. They loved to fuck as much as possible and enjoyed going to the gym together. Matt had even put on a fair amount of extra muscle because of Jamesâ encouragement and gentle guidance.
That wasnât the only good news though. Turns out Jamesâ plan had worked after all. After that double date heâd had with his parents, theyâd started to see more and more of each over. At first they came up with the excuse that it was for their shared son but before long the two couldnât deny they were developing feelings for one another. James was thrilled for them! It really seemed like everything had come together perfectly at last. And to think none of this wouldâve been possible had Seth not bought those merging handcuffs on a whimâŚ
Saying that, James finally decided it was time. He headed into his bedroom at his fathers house and found the merge bracelets heâd hidden all that time ago. He stared down at the objects thatâd created him before holding them together, proceeding to break them both clean in half with one effortless motion. Since he didnât wish to split, the fusion was officially made permanent. No way to return. He didnât want to. His life now was far better than his previous two had ever been. He had two parents that were falling in love. He had a beautiful boyfriend by his side. He was smart as hell, had gotten himself a great job and still had a massive incredible body.
(If you guys have good pictures for the tf send them in and I'll pit them in and tag whos in them :p)
Matt was the kind of guy who didnât get caught up in nerdy stuff. Tall, lean, and more focused on hitting the gym than hitting the books, he barely knew the difference between Dungeons & Dragons and Call of Duty. So, when his friend dragged him into a local gaming shop, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
âCome on, man,â his buddy Ryan said, pulling him toward a shelf stacked with game books, dice, and all sorts of nerdy shit. âI just need to grab a couple of things for the campaign this weekend.â
Matt sighed, glancing around the store at the rows of miniatures and colorful dice sets. His eyes landed on a display of D20s, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. He picked one up, an oversized, red die with gold numbers etched on it.
âDude, what do you even do with this junk?â Matt asked, holding the die up to Ryan, who chuckled.
âYou roll them. Itâs like the cornerstone of every game. You know, a D20 is supposed to decide your fate.â
Matt snorted. âYeah, sure. Itâs just a die.â
He rolled it casually on the counter, watching as it landed on a natural 20. Ryan whistled. âThatâs some serious luck, man. Too bad youâre not into this stuff.â
Matt shrugged and slipped the D20 into his pocket, figuring heâd keep it as a joke or maybe even toss it on his desk at home. As he followed Ryan around the shop, something strange began to stir in the back of his mind, but he brushed it off.
On the way out, he spotted a cheesy graphic tee hanging by the doorâbright red with pixelated lettering that read âRoll for Initiative!â He scoffed, but for some reason, his hand reached out to touch the fabric.
âClassic nerd shirt,â he muttered to himself, but the moment his fingers brushed the cotton, a weird tingle ran up his arm. He shook it off and left the store with Ryan, unaware of the subtle changes already starting.
That night, Matt was sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through his phone when he absentmindedly reached into his pocket and pulled out the red D20. He rolled it on the coffee table again, watching it spin before landing on another 20.
âLucky again,â he muttered, but something felt⌠off. His skin felt itchy, especially around his arms and chest. He rubbed at it, realizing with mild alarm that there was more hair there than he remembered. Shrugging it off as stress or a weird hormonal thing, Matt got up to check his fridge.
He grabbed a soda, but when he popped it open, the taste was all wrong. It wasnât refreshing like usualâhe craved something sweeter, heavier. He dug around in the back of his fridge and found a bottle of cheap, sugary cola he didnât even remember buying. Before he could think about it, he downed half of it in one gulp, the sweetness spreading through him like fire.
âMan, I never drink this crap,â Matt muttered, but he kept chugging.
Later, as he sat back down, he felt heavier somehowâlike his body was softer. His T-shirt felt a little snug, especially around his stomach. Frowning, Matt lifted the hem and blinked in surprise. His once-flat stomach was pushing out slightly, not huge but noticeable. His abs were disappearing under a small layer of fat.
âMustâve been all that junk food last week,â he rationalized, but even as he said it, the memory felt⌠hazy. Had he been snacking more recently? He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
Over the next few days, the changes came faster. His once short, neat hair grew thicker and redder, especially around his beard. He wasnât sure when the red streaks had started, but they were quickly overtaking his natural color. His face, too, was rounding out, his jawline softening beneath the scruffy beard that seemed to sprout overnight.
Mattâs clothes became tighter and tighter until he gave in and ordered a bunch of new shirts online. Oddly, he didnât think twice about ordering them in a size two steps up from his usual. The designs were also differentânothing heâd normally wear. Instead of basic tees, they were all gamer crap, covered in pixel art and cheesy phrases like âDonât hate the player, hate the gameâ or âGame Over!â
And it wasnât just his clothes. His room was changing too, in subtle but strange ways. His sleek, minimalist desk was now cluttered with gaming consoles, controllers, and random dice. Posters of popular video game characters lined the walls, replacing the clean artwork he swore had been there before.
Matt was spending more and more time gaming, sinking into his chair with bags of chips and soda cans piling up around him. His body continued to change, his belly growing softer and rounder, love handles creeping in as he slouched deeper in his chair. His arms and chest were now covered in a thick pelt of red hair, matching the wild beard that framed his round face.
But the strangest part was how right it all felt. Every time Matt glanced at his reflection, he recognized the changes, but they didnât bother him like they should. His old memories of being a fit gym bro started to fade, replaced with scenes of long gaming marathons, late-night pizza runs, and chatting with his online guild.
One evening, as Matt settled into his gaming chair with a satisfied grunt, he picked up the D20 again. He rolled it, and this time, it landed on a natural 1. He laughedâdeep, hearty, and full of life. His once-lean body was now heavy and comfortable, his stomach stretching the fabric of his favorite shirt, the âRoll for Initiative!â graphic snug against his gut.
Matt couldnât even remember the last time heâd set foot in a gym. Why would he? He had all the entertainment he needed right here, in his gaming setup. His friends were waiting for him to join the next campaign online, and he had a stash of snacks to last him the night.
As the game booted up, Matt adjusted himself in his chair, his thick thighs spreading wide, the sound of fabric shifting over hairy skin filling the room. His old life was goneâforgotten in the haze of dice rolls and endless gaming sessions. He wasnât the old Matt anymore.
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hey, do you think you can create a forced transformation story, and include glasses in it?
You are Jake, the star quarterback of the college football team. At 6'3" with broad shoulders and defined muscles, you're the king of the campus. You bully everyone who gets in your wayâthe nerds, the losers, even your own teammates if they don't toe the line. You laugh at them, shove them into lockers, steal their lunches, and brag about your conquests. "I'm the alpha, and you're nothing," you love to roar. You relish how they tremble before you, how the girls chase after you, and how the guys envy you.
One day, you mess with the wrong guy. His name is Alex, a scrawny nerd with glasses and disheveled hair who always hangs out in the library. He comes from an old Native American shaman family, but you don't know that. You bump into him as he's walking by with his books, knock his folder to the ground, and step on it. "Watch it, you worm! Your ancestors were probably too busy with rain dances to teach you manners." The bystanders laugh, and Alex's face turns red with shame. You shove him again, making him stumble and fall to the ground, his glasses askew. "Stay down there where you belong, loser!" Alex looks up, his eyes flashing coldly. Under his breath, he mutters something in an ancient languageâa curse that will transform you within a week: from a jock to a nerd, not one who becomes a physics genius and changes the world, but one doomed to a life as a clerk in a gray cubicle, shuffling papers and never rising above it.
The next morning, it begins. Your vision blurs. In lecture, you stare at the board, but the letters dance like fog. You blink, rub your eyesânothing. The professor asks you a question, and you stammer: "Uh, I⌠can't see anything." The class giggles, and for the first time, you feel insecure, humiliated in front of everyone. At practice later, you can't catch the ball; it flies right past you, and you stumble like an idiot. Your teammates laugh at first, then get angry. "What's wrong, Jake? Too much partying last night? Or are you suddenly blind like a mole?" The coach yells at you: "Don't make a fool of yourself, or you're off the team!" You curse, but inside, panic risesâyou, the star, the invincible one, can't even catch a simple pass. In the locker room, the guys mock: "Hey, alpha, need a cane?" You clench your fists but do nothingâfor the first time, you feel weak.
It continues all day, and that evening, you go to the optometrist, your cheeks still burning with shame from practice. The optometrist examines you and says: "You need glasses or contacts. Contacts would be discreet, perfect for sports." But for some reason you don't understandâas if an invisible hand is guiding youâyou choose the nerdiest model: thick, black horn-rimmed glasses with round lenses that look like they're from the '80s. "This one," you say, and the optometrist shrugs.
It takes a few days to be ready. Until then, you skip trainingâyou can't see anyway. Instead, you hole up in your room at the computer, jerking off for hours to downloaded porn, and playing online games like World of Warcraft. You even go to the comic book store around the corner, holding the issues right up to your eyes to make out the pictures. "Just temporary," you tell yourself, but as you stand there holding a comic like an idiot to your nose, other customers stareâthe big jock suddenly looking like a geek. A kid laughs: "Hey, mister, you look like my uncle who reads comics all day!" You growl but don't leaveâthe curse holds you there.
Your bros start with pity. "Poor Jake, it'll pass." But soon they crack jokes: "Hey, blind man, need a seeing-eye dog?" It gets worse when you start wearing T-shirts with comic motifsâa Batman shirt you bought at the store because it "looked cool," but on you, it looks ridiculous. At the next team meeting, they rag on you: "Look at our jock turning into a geek! Jake the superheroâwell, more like the sidekick loser!" They shove you around, just like you used to do to others, and you can't fight back because your vision is still blurry. One grabs your shirt and waves it: "Batman? Seriously? You look like a clown!" The humiliation burns, and you laugh along to not seem weak, but inside, it boils.
On the day you pick up the glasses, you wake up feeling something metallic in your mouth. Braces! Your teeth are suddenly crooked, and there's this thing making you lisp. "What the hell?" you curse, but it comes out as "Whath thuh hell?" You stare in the mirror, seeing your crooked teeth and the gleaming metalâyou look like a 14-year-old. At the optometrist, you get the glassesâthey fit perfectly on your nose, making you the epitome of a nerd. On the way back, you run into your bros, and they burst out laughing: "Oh man, Jake! With glasses and braces? You look like the prototype of a loser!" One snaps photos and posts them: "Our quarterback, the new king of the geeks!" The likes and comments pour inâ"Haha, from alpha to beta in a week!" You try to play it cool, but your cheeks glow with shame.
With the glasses, you can see again, but at practice, you realize: You're weak now. Your muscles are shrinking, as if the curse is dissolving them. You gasp after a few push-ups, and the coach kicks you out: "You're not fit anymore, Jake. Find another sport. You look like a weakling!" The teammates laugh: "Yeah, go join the nerds; you fit right in!" You consider the chess clubâmaybe you're better there. But at the first meeting, you stare at the board and understand nothing. The pieces blur in your mind; you make stupid moves and get laughed at. "That's embarrassing! Even for a beginner, you're too dumb!" The club leader sends you away: "Come back when you've learned to think." The humiliation is totalâyou, the strong one, too stupid for chess.
By now, your cool buzzcut has turned into a greasy bowl cutâyour hair grows uncontrollably, hanging limp, and you have no urge to go to the barber. Your face breaks out in pimples everywhere, and you smell like fast food and sweat. Your former bros spot you on campus and mock: "Hey, greasehead! Your hair looks like an old wig!" They shove you, and you stumbleâback in the day, you'd have beaten them; now, you can't.
By the end of the semester, your grades are betterânot brilliant, but enough for an average major. But your football scholarship is gone. You work at the comic book store, sorting issues and advising kids who gawk at you: "You work here? Aren't you the guy who used to be cool?" And at McDonald's, you flip burgers, smelling like grease all day. Your bros come in, order, and joke: "Hey, loser, make my burger extra greasyâlike your hair!" They throw fries at you, and the manager yells at you for being too slow. After your shift, they lock you in a locker: "Stay in there where you belong, geek!" You pound on the door, begging: "Let me out!" but they just laugh and leave. Hours later, the janitor lets you out, and you limp home, humiliated to the bone.
Instead of your cool sports bags, you carry a silly Pokemon backpackâ"Because it's practical," you mumble, but deep down, you know it's the curse. On campus, everyone stares: "Look at the ex-jock with Pikachu! How cute!" And sex? Back then, you'd snap your fingers, and girls came running. Now you're pimply, scrawny, a shadow of your former self. When you're horny, you have to beg and plead with the alphas on campus: "Please, let me fuck you. I'll do anything!" They usually laugh, call you "the loser," and shove you away: "Get lost, freak! With your braces and pimples? Gross!" One lets you once, but only to humiliate youâhe fucks you hard while his buddies watch and film: "Look how the ex-alpha whimpers!" You long for the day the braces come offâthen you could finally suck one of the cocks from the football team. But with the thing, they're scared the pimply, scrawny nerd might hurt them. "No thanks, you might bite it off!" they mock. You sit alone in your room, staring at the screen, jerking off to porn, and waiting for your life as a clerk in a cubicle, stacking files and dreaming of what you once wereâa distant dream, drowned in humiliation.
Yo, bro, as the author hereâdude, I usually ain't into these Jock-to-Nerd stories, y'know? They feel kinda lame and overdone, like, who wants to see a total beast turn into a wimp? But man, this one was straight-up fun to crank out, so I made an exception. High-five on that, my guy!
Chase had been the epitome of jock perfection. Broad shoulders, rock-solid chest dusted with thick fur, powerful legs covered in dark hair, and a cock that swung heavy between his thighsâalways ready, always full. His beard was the stuff of locker room envy, his scent musky and masculine, his presence undeniably dominant. He was the guy everyone wanted to be or be with.
He shouldâve known better than to taunt the quiet nerd in chem classâthe one with too much time, too many books, and just enough spite.
Now, when Chase looked in the mirror, he barely recognized the stranger staring back.
Gone was the thick pelt of body hair he used to rake his fingers through after practice. His chest was smooth, his legs bare, his beard reduced to a faint trace of scruff. Even his cockâonce proud, thick, and demandingâhad slimmed down, his balls drawn up like they were embarrassed to be seen.
His muscles had softened. Not gone, not completelyâbut enough to feel like a shell of his former self. And the worst part? He needed glasses now. He, Chase-fucking-Rogers, football god, had to push nerdy lenses up his nose just to see the playbook.
Still⌠he had those sharp, ice-blue eyes. His lips, full and kissable, hadnât changed a bit. And that faint scruff shadowing his square jaw still in place? It was enough to remind anyone looking too long that something more primal might still be buried underneath, imprisoned.
He sighed and adjusted his glasses.
âWhatâs a nerd to do,â he muttered, already feeling the burn of humiliation under his collarâalong with something else he wasnât quite ready to name.
