So there’s this dude, let’s call him Chad. Total gym rat, truck-driving, protein-shake-swiggin’ bro. But... Only on weekends. He is not a bro. He is a werebro.

One weekend, he decides he’s gonna throw the ultimate pool party at his place. Classic bro move, right?

Anyway, things escalate fast—he’s mixing energy drinks with tequila, blasting dubstep, and somehow convinces a neighbor’s goat to join the party (don’t ask me how). By the end of the night, Chad’s truck is in the pool, half the lawn’s on fire from a failed grill experiment, and he’s got a tattoo of a pineapple on his ass because “it’s the symbol of ultimate bro power.”

Next morning? He wakes up, pool’s drained, lawn looks like a war zone, and he still tries to flex in front of his bros like nothing happened.

Aaron packed up his books and walked out of the university’s library. It wasn’t the first time he studied so late in the evening; it was quite common for him, actually. However, as soon as he stepped outside, he shivered due to a sudden gust of cold wind. “Brr, why is it so cold already, it’s only sunset,” he thought. He shot a glance at the dark pink sky. The full moon was already there, a big glowing orb illuminating the horizon in front of him. “I better take the underground tunnels. Guess I’ll look for werewolves another time,” Aaron whispered under his breath, chuckling. It was a recurring joke between him and his roommate.

The university student went back inside the building and made his way down to the tunnels, a slower, but warmer path to the parking lot. Walking through the dusty passageway, he could hear someone’s footsteps ahead. Running into someone at this hour was unexpected, but he wasn’t worried about it; it was probably another student just like him, staying late to prepare for the upcoming exams. Sure enough, as he turned the corner, he saw a small young man walking in front of him. Although they were going in the same direction, Aaron could tell he was carrying a pile of books in his arms. He seemed to be struggling with them, though: for a second, he looked as though he lost balance, then he dropped the heavy books on the floor all around him. The young man cursed under his breath; he seemed stressed, almost panicked, so Aaron went over to help him. The student definitely looked like the type to struggle with heavy objects: his oversized polo shirt failed to hide his skinny arms, and his jeans accentuated his spindly legs. His round face made him look shy, and his embarrassment only made him seem weaker.

“Hey, need some help? Those look heavy,” Aaron said, bending down to collect the books. However, the second he did, the other boy took a step back and started apologizing: “N-no, don’t bother, it’s okay. No, really, leave it, I should be fine.” Even if he said he didn’t want any help, his weak voice betrayed him. Aaron collected all the books into a neat pile, picked them up (they really were heavy) and handed them to the student. Weirdly enough, from up close, he didn’t look so weak; his arms filled his sleeves nicely, and his protruding Adam’s apple jutted out from the collar of his shirt. Standing in front of each other, they were at the same eye level. “Thanks, man,” he said, in a clearer voice than earlier. “No problem, good night!” replied Aaron, happy he could help.

The other student started walking again, faster than before. However, he didn’t make it ten steps before he dropped his books again, letting out a loud scream. Aaron rushed to his side, but something was definitely wrong this time: the other guy was holding his head between his hands, showing a surprisingly toned bicep. His jeans, almost baggy earlier, were tightly wrapped around his legs, and riding up towards his calves. Aaron finally understood what was going on: he was growing. The guy shot him one last look and managed to groan “Get away!” before his body shot upwards: his pecs grew noticeably bigger, popping the first button off his polo, and he grew taller, so that his shirt no longer covered the lower part of his abdomen. The first signs of abs could be seen below it. Aaron just stood there, mesmerized by the transformation unfolding in front of him. The man started fidgeting with his belt buckle, his thickening fingers making it more and more awkward. Finally, he managed to unfasten his belt, letting his pants down and revealing his powerful thighs underneath. His underwear also seemed to be tightening by the second, with a growing pouch at the front and a ballooning ass at the back.

The growing man clenched his fists, showcasing his powerful knuckles. He let out a deep groan as his shoulders broadened and his arms grew even bigger; the second button of his polo popped as his upper arms completely destroyed its sleeves. His chest was pushing outwards, his pecs taking up even more space under his shirt, until it ripped apart, hanging loosely on his lean but muscular frame. Aaron could see his chiseled abs, now fully exposed. As he was staring at them, he heard a loud noise and looked down: the hunk’s feet were slowly ripping through his shoes, laces snapping and seams bursting, letting his socked feet stretch slowly along the ground.

Grunting again, the changing man lifted his powerful legs and stepped out of the remains of his pants and shoes. While he stepped forward, he easily ripped off the remains of his shirt too. With another loud groan, he suddenly slammed both of his arms on the wall, leaning against it for support as the last part of his transformation began. His once round and shy face was reforming, becoming square and handsome. Stubble appeared along his sharpening jawline, and his brows furrowed. As his fingers elongated, palms stretching on the wall, his underwear showed signs of pressure. His dick was hardening and growing at the same time, visibly testing the limits of the piece of cloth. With a final grunt, his transformation came to a stop.

As the man opened his eyes, Aaron could tell he was not the same shy student he just helped with his books. The man turned his head towards him, and as he looked him in the eye, Aaron felt an unsettling feeling take him over. He quickly turned away, looking at the ground as he swiftly made his way towards the parking lot. “Hey man, what’s wrong?” the guy said, in a much, much deeper voice than earlier. “Come on, bro, I just wanna talk.” Aaron was tempted to trust him, to turn around, but he decided he wanted nothing to do with whatever was happening there. However, as he walked forwards, he could hear muffled footsteps behind him: the bro was following him. Aaron quickened his pace, hoping to make it to his car in time.

Entering the underground parking lot, Aaron quickly made his way towards his parking spot. It wasn’t that far away, but with someone following him, it seemed like miles. However, just as he spotted his car a few lots away, he also saw another guy in front of him. “Help!” Aaron shouted, desperate for any help he could get. “Get him away from me!” he continued, waving in the approximate direction of the hunk following him. However, as he got closer, he noticed the man was leaning forward against the wall. Around him, haphazardly scattered on the floor, were a pair of shoes and a pair of socks. Horror struck Aaron as he realized what was happening, just in time to see the man, with a grunt and a loud noise, bend forward and rip his shirt down the back. Aaron stopped dead in his tracks, not knowing where to go, and just stared at the second hunk as he, too, began his transformation. This one was smoother, as if he was used to it. He used his enlarging hands to grab the front of his t-shirt and rip it clean off, showcasing his already huge arms. His legs were filling up what seemed to be loose-fitting jeans, which somehow made his thighs look even bigger. His bare feet stretched along the ground, toes thickening slightly like the rest of his body. The second hunk then turned around to look at Aaron, who seemed to be stuck in place. He gave him a sly smile as his jaw sharpened, gaining handsome features that made it even harder to look away. 

Aaron was lost in the guy’s eyes, experiencing feelings he’d never felt before, resigning to the situation he found himself in. The man’s pecs heaving up and down with every breath, he slowly made his way towards Aaron. Before the guy got to him, however, Aaron felt a warm hand on his neck. He didn’t feel like running away anymore. He turned around, facing the first bro and his penetrating eyes. “Come on, bro,” he said. “You know you want it.” And Aaron did want it. His mouth was agape, staring at the handsome man in front of him. The bro delicately undid Aaron’s belt buckle and let down his pants and underwear, exposing his throbbing cock to the cool air. Aaron, as if he knew exactly what was expected of him, kneeled in front of the man and slowly slid his underwear down. As the hunk’s huge dick sprung out, he simply stared at it, lips inches away from its throbbing tip. As he felt the bro’s hand on his neck again, Aaron hungrily started sucking his cock. “That’s it, bro, keep going,” he vaguely heard him say. As he kept going, he felt the other bro’s dick entering his ass, from the back. Caught between both, he felt more pleasure than ever, as could be seen by the amount of pre that was leaking out of his cock. However, noticing that is what pulled him out of his trance, as he realized what was happening. He quickly spat out the first bro’s dick just as the guy came, cum landing all over the floor and, a little, on his Aaron’s shirt. Aaron also felt the second bro’s cock slide out of his ass, the moans behind him indicating he was also cumming. However, the student quickly managed to slide his underwear and pants back on, wipe off what he could from his shirt, and make his way to his car. As he drove out, he shot a glance at the two bros through his rearview mirror: they seemed to be flirting in some way, feeling each other’s muscles and performing various strange handshakes. Aaron didn’t have more time to analyze their strange behavior, though, and he made his way home as fast as he could.

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