Transformation Station

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He is blowing up in front of our eyes, and possibly enjoying it?

Dillon had no idea what Coach Parker wanted. He’d barely ever seen the man on campus, let alone sought out to talk to him. Yet, for some reason, the man wanted to see him. Dillon wondered if it was something about helping tutor some of the football players to get through their class or if he was just expecting Dillon to do all the work.

“Ahh… You made it,” Coach Parker smiled as he saw Dillon sitting on the bench outside of his office.

“Uh-huh,” Dillon nodded, still uncomfortable around the other man. “I did.” He paused. A stale silence filled the air between them. Coach Parker went through and checked something off the list. While Dillon sat there even more confused. He didn’t know what to say. He just forced something out. “What did you need me for?”

“Oh that?” Coach Parker let out a laugh. “It’ll be easier if I show you.”

Coach Parker was already walking away before Dillon realized what had just happened. He quickly got up from the bench and rushed to catch up. “S-show me?” he questioned as they left the locker room and went into the main gym.

“Of course. Show you,” Coach Parker smiled watching as Dillon desperately tried to keep pace with him.

It didn’t help that the man was a good five inches taller than Dillon. Nor did it help walking through the strong smell of metal and gym sweat. Dillon did everything in his power not to upturn his nose. All these guys could pulverize him with an arm tied behind their back and he knew it.

They passed Steve, the quarterback. “New recruit?” Steven asked as he rested between sets. Dillon flinched hearing the man’s voice. The deep reverberating sound sent a shock through him.

It’s not like Steve was a bad guy, only a guy the Dillon never thought he’d be around. People said Steve was friendly and he seemed to be able to make friends fast in whatever class he was in. But he was also a jock. Dillon always had trouble with big muscular men like that.

Coach Parker stifled a laugh. “Maybe.”

“Well, make him a lineman. Lucas isn’t cutting it,” Steve called out to Coach Parker as they passed.

The two continued passed a squat rack with a man lifting what looked to be three times Dillon’s weight. “That’s Lucas…” Coach Parker grinned.

Dillon felt his body seize up. This joke was going on for way too long. None of this made any sense.

“Coach,” Dillon said without even fully realizing it. “What do you want from me.”

“I want you to be on the team,” Coach Parker pointed to the dumbbells.

“B-b-be on the team!?” Dillon sputtered out. “Are you serious!?” He nearly started laughing. Whatever fear or intimidation he felt from the other man was fading fast. “You can’t be… Right? I mean look at me!”

The laughter didn’t deter Coach Parker in the slightest. He ignored it completely. “I know. But if you trust me I can change all of that. All you have to do is work out with me and then imagine yourself as the biggest strongest motherfucker on the field.”

Dillon wanted to laugh again, but the Coach’s serious face made it nearly impossible. He stared blankly wondering if this was some kind of setup or that he was about to be the butt of a joke. However, Coach Parker just handed him a weight.

“Go on. Just do a quick workout…” Coach Parker said.

“F-fine,” Dillon nodded. He didn’t fully understand what was going on but the seriousness in the Coach’s eyes made it at least feel genuine. And how bad could one workout be? Just do a couple of sets of curls and then head out. No pranks. No laughter. Just some weights.

As Dillon started lifting a strange new urge started to well up within him. He’d never exactly felt this before but lifting these dumbbells almost felt good. Even though it was such an easy exercise, his heart started beating faster. He continued going through the exercise without even thinking and then set the weight back down.

“Pretty good feeling, eh?” Coach Parker nudged him.

“I guess…” Dillon said, somewhat unsure what was going on. There was a dull feeling radiating through him. He couldn’t quite figure it out. How could lifting a weight like that feel so good. Part of him didn’t want to admit that Coach Parker was right. Another part of him wanted to lift even heavier weights.

Just feeling the tension with something so light sent a fire through him to show off more. He wanted to pick something heavier up. He paused looking at himself in the mirror. “Is this me?” he questioned softly. Why did he feel so different all of a sudden? Why did he want to push himself? Maybe it was just seeing the small amount of change in his bicep as they shifted with each rep. Or maybe it was the desire to show off more.

Coach Parker gave him a firm pat on the back. “See? Feels pretty good, don’t it,” he grinned. “Now all you have to do is imagine yourself as the biggest guy around.”

For a second Dillon looked back at the coach. Then he looked around the room. There were so many big guys there. Each one sporting different kind of muscle. The quarterbacks and running backs had lean and defined muscles while the linebackers were hulking men filled with thicker fuller bodies with a healthy amount of fat.

Each man showed off a different version of strength. Some were more for sprinting, some were for coordination and skill and then there were the pure powerhouses that could carry people on their shoulders like they were nothing more than a backpack.

Dillon stared at the different men. Deep down there’d always been a bit of envy within him. Each man looked so strong and confident he couldn’t help but stare, then there was him, this little weakling who was only good at studying. He stared longer focusing on the biggest guys in the gym. Why shouldn’t he be like those linebackers?

He felt his face and a beard started to grow. ‘No. I don’t want their hair. Only their size. Hell, I want to be bigger. Stronger. More defined like the bodybuilders. More powerful than the powerlifters.’ All that envy and jealousy poured out of him. All that smallness that they made him feel was churning a deep frustration in him.

Bigger.

Stronger.

Better.

The words repeated in his mind until his body started to react. “Oh shit…” Dillon keeled over as the intense feeling rocketed through him. His body was responding. His heart rate sped up to an insane degree. The intensity of thousands of workouts hit him all at once. Each muscle seized and then grew. A pulsing radiated through his body as he felt the intensity grow.

His shirt couldn’t take it anymore. As his biceps continued to develop the muscle effortlessly tore through his graphic t shirt. Then his chest. Two massively heavy pecs pushed out in front of him. With each breath his chest pushed a little bit further out but never came back in.

The growth continued through him. His shoes tore apart under the sudden shift in size. His toes snuck their way out of the front and then the sheer size of his feet crushed the rest without any effort.

It was a good thing that Dillon wore athletic shorts as the mass in his legs quickly filled them up. Powerful quads that could effortlessly stop even the biggest of men developed when no muscle had been before.

Dillon slowly regained control over his body. “Fuck…” he breathed. The deep voice would have scared his former self, but this giant of a man was not so easily intimidated. He stared blankly in front of him. “Huh?” he uttered stupidly.

“Sorry man…” Coach Parker said. “Part of the deal. Whatever your focusing on is what you become. And hell, I’d say I made the right decision picking you!”

“Me?” Dillon grunted stupidly. His mind felt slower. Thoughts wouldn't come. Only working out and showing off. He looked over his hulking body and flexed his massive arm. It was easily the biggest in the whole gym. “Hell yeah. Look at me.” He grinned flexing different parts of his body. He would have thought it weird to show off so much, but with  body like this there’s no reason not to.

“Also I have to apologize. This was the largest shirt we had,” Coach Parker smiled. He held up a sleeveless shirt with the school’s mascot on it. “I had high hopes you would pull through, didn’t expect this much though.”

Dillon continued flexing his body. “Don’t worry coach. They won’t mind.” He laughed, flexing again and watching as the other guys in the gym were checking him out. The distinct faces of jealously, envy and lust radiated through the college gym. Dillon grinned, ready to test out this new body.

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Story by me. Pictures made by ChatGPT

Tanner:

Fuckkkk, Mr. Blake’s dick just feels too good! I can’t stop jerking one out in his body and I need to get back to the dinner table with his family! It’s Father’s Day after all.

Mr. Blake is my childhood best friends dad and we ran into each other at a bar the other day. Both of us sat and talked for hours.

He eventually confessed that he misses being young and that he would do anything to have a sexy body like mine.

That statement made me so hard because seeing Mr. Blake mowing his lawn or doing stuff around his house was a big sexual awakening for me.

So we got a hotel room, Mr. Blake pulled off his shirt and started to reveal his body to me.

“You like what you see Tanner?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Well what if I told you all of this could be yours for a week,” he says immediately pulling down his pants. My mouth drops at the sight of Mr. Blake massive 11 inch throbbing cock.

He moves closure to me, so close that we’re now face to face.

“Tanner, I have a way for the both of us to becoming each other. You’ll get my body and I’ll get yours. No limits other than we’ll have to pretend to be each other. What do you say?”

Mr. Blake directed my hand on his firm cock and it was all over for me.

So the last couple of days, I’ve been pretending to be him. Pretending to my good friend Alex and his little brother that I’m actually their father.

Although, that part had been a little tough since every time I want some ‘daddy alone time.’ On of them is right around the corner.

Like for instance, u thought I had a good hour to jerk one out.

I started massage this massive dick from the outside of his shorts. Toying around with his big hairy balls… even smelling his big hairy feet.

But as I go to pull it out, the door swings open and Alex is at the door.

“Oh hey dad! How was your day?”

“Good! Just trying to relax son,” I said nervously.

Now that it’s Father Day, my entire day has been taken over by silly things like breakfast in bed, ‘golfing’, and now some dinner.

God, I just want to finish jerking on out!

*knock knock*

“Dad you okay?”

Shitttt, can I please have just two minutes.

I put his cock up and say, “yeah I’m coming.”

I walk out of the bathroom and my eyes get big when I see who’s at the table— it’s Alex, his brother, and my body!

“Well hello Tanner!” I say trying not to be too surprised.

“Hey Mr. Blake!” he says with a big grin on his face.

“Hey dad sorry for not giving you a heads up, do you mind if Tanner stays the night?”

“Well sure son!”

God, what is he doing?

I sit between Alex and Mr. Blake in my body. I feel so nervous. But then I’m completely caught off guard by the feeling off my former feet rubbing up Mr. Blake’s hairy leg.

He’s so calm and continuing a conversation with Alex, meanwhile I feel my former big toe touching the tip of his dick.

It can’t even take it. So I grab my former foot and hold on to it, just softly rubbing the sole under the table.

After dinner, I waited up for hours watching tv. All I could think of was Mr. Blake being upstairs in my body pretending to be me with his son.

It’s around 2 am now and I finally decide to go to bed. I head back to his room and to my surprise my body lying in bed sleeping…

I look at my former big smooth feet… I’ve also been somewhat self conscious about the size of them. But now from a different prospective—

All I want to do is rub Mr. Blake’s massive cock between them.

I walk up and pull off the clothes I had on.

I get run his big fingers tracing the soles… I then grab his dick and rub the head of it on them.

“Oh you’re here, I’ve been waiting for you,” I hear my former voice say. He looks at me holding his dick pressed against my feet.

“You have very cute feet Tanner,” he says wiggling my toes.

“Why don’t you join me?”

I hop into bed with Mr. Blake and I feel him reach for his dick.

“I just wanted to reward you for agreeing to do this with me, think of this as a Father’s Day Gift.”

I watch as he starts kissing down his chest down to his crotch.

I feel him wrap my former lips around his cock.

Danny didn't think it was actually going to happen to him; hell he hadn't even really understood what it meant when he had agreed to it, but his punishment for coming in last in his fantasy football league was "that the loser must spend guy's weekend at the lake as a 'dumb, huge, horny himbo'"

Rick couldn’t stop touching.

The spell miraculously worked. One second he was the 48-year-old flabby pervert landlord who had spent a year secretly filming his tenant through the vents; the next he was inside Tyler’s 22-year-old body, sitting comfortably, legs spread in the chair, hands already on the glistening abs.

“Fuck, Tyler,” Rick groaned out loud, voice deep and thick with lust. “These abs are even harder than it looks. I can feel every single ridge under my palms. So warm. So fucking tight.”

His big new hands pressed flat against the lower eight-pack, fingers spreading wide just like in the opening frames. The skin was slick, hot, and impossibly smooth. He dragged his palms upward slowly, feeling each muscle pop and flex beneath his touch.

“Goddamn… one… two… three… four… all the way up. You spent years building this for the girls, didn’t you? Now it’s mine to play with whenever I want.”

Tyler’s voice exploded inside his head, furious and terrified. “Rick! You sick fucking bastard! Get out of my body right now!”

Rick laughed, the sound rumbling through his new broad chest. “Too late, kid. The spell made it permanent. I broke the magic wand anyway. You’re sitting in the backseat right now, and I’m here wearing yours like a custom suit. And I’m going to break it in properly.”

His hands slid back down, thumbs tracing the deep cuts of the obliques, then brushing the waistband of the tight light-blue jeans. He could already feel the heavy cock starting to swell inside them.

“Feel that twitch? Your straight cock is getting hard for me. For a man’s hands all over your body. How’s that feel, Tyler?”

“Stop—don’t you fucking touch it!” Tyler’s mental voice cracked.

Rick ignored him, one hand staying on the abs while the other reached for the small round mirror on the desk. He held it up, angling it so he could stare into Tyler’s handsome face while his other hand kept rubbing slow circles over the shiny muscle.

“Look at us,” he whispered, voice husky. “That jawline. Those lips. This fucking stubble scratching my fingers. You were always the hot college stud everyone wanted. Now this face is going to be moaning around thick cock and begging for loads. It suits better.”

He licked his new lips slowly in the mirror, watching the reflection obey. Then he dragged two fingers down his own cheek, feeling the rasp of stubble.

“Even the smell is perfect. Your pit musk is rising every time I move my arms. I used to steal your gym shirts just to sniff them while I jerked off. Now I get the real thing straight from the source.”

He lifted one arm and buried his nose in the pit, inhaling deeply. The sharp, masculine scent made his cock throb violently against the denim.

Tyler’s voice was quieter now, shaky. “Why… why does it feel so good when you do that? I’m straight, Rick. I have a girlfriend…”

“Not anymore,” Rick growled, setting the mirror aside for a moment so both hands could work. He popped the button on the jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down. The heavy cock sprang free, thick, veined, already leaking. “This body belongs to a gay man now. My gay mind is in charge now, and it’s going to teach you exactly how good it feels to be used.”

He wrapped one strong hand around the shaft and gave a slow, deliberate stroke from base to head, smearing the pre-cum. The sensation was electric—far more intense than anything his old body had ever felt.

“Fuck… so sensitive. Every stroke makes the abs clench. I can feel your balls tightening already. You’re going to cum so hard for me, Tyler. And you’re going to feel every single rope.”

He stroked faster, the wet sound filling the room, his other hand still rubbing the cum-slick abs in time with each pump. Tyler’s protests were getting weaker, mixing with helpless little mental moans.

“Oh god… Rick… it’s too much… I can feel everything…”

“Fuck yeah, that’s right,” Rick panted, voice rough. “Feel it. Feel how good it is when a real man takes your body and makes it cum like a whore. This load is mine. This orgasm is mine. And after I paint these abs white, I’m going to rub it in and do it all over again.”

His back arched. The powerful thighs in the half-open jeans tensed. The deep voice that used to belong to Tyler broke into a long, guttural moan as the orgasm hit like a freight train.

“Fuuuuck—yes! Take it, Tyler! Feel every fucking pulse! HAAARGHHHHHH!”

Thick ropes of cum splattered across the glistening abs and chest, some even hitting the window in front of him. Rick kept stroking through it, milking every drop, watching the muscles jump and flex under the hot mess.

When it finally ended he lay there panting, one hand lazily smearing the cum into the skin, the other lifting the mirror again so he could admire the flushed, satisfied face staring back at him.

Tyler’s voice was small, dazed, almost broken. “It… it felt so good. I couldn’t stop it. What’s happening to me?”

Rick smiled at his reflection, slow and predatory, and dragged two cum-covered fingers across his new lips.