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Getting biiiiiig

Leon’s a softy ♡

I just went on a little bulk i promise

THE FATTER I GET, THE HORNIER I BECOME!

Quit asking how i got so tall bruh, you're just mad cuz I took your spot on the basketball team. You're actually delusional if you think I "drained" your masculinity. What am I doing with your dad? Don't worry about. I like Kevin's company, and he loves my "company." Go ahead and leave us alone and jack off to me or something, unless you want to watch me plow your dad.

Jon sat down perplexed. He felt weird, weak. Jonny had been the captain of the football team, and recently, he's noticed how all his friends - specifically the ones that are captains of teams but also just generally jocks - have been really sluggish. Practices have been cut short because people aren't attending. They kept losing games against other schools. The first he really noticed big changes with was with his friend Brandon, who was a star, a player on the basketball team. One day, he started talking really flamboyant. everyone thought it was a joke, but he just kept doing it. After a week, brandon started not showing up to school altogether. Concerned, Jon showed up at brandon's house unannounced. As he knocked on the door, a scrawny guy that looked about college age opened the door. He was about 5'4" with really pretty eyes and a bit of a feminine frame. The shirt he wore draped off the side of his narrow shoulders. Jon gasped when he realized that this short little twink in front of him was brandon. Now going by "Brady" he jumped on Jon, hugging him tightly. Brady explained how he was home sick, he had come down with a sort of fever, not even addressing the physical appearance brady just said that he "felt weak."

Jon sat in the quad, maybe he was coming down with something too. Last night he was with his girlfriend and he could barely get it up, she was so disappointed in him. suddenly a huge brutish man came by, someone he's never seen before. He had to be 6'5 or so, but looking at him he seemed to get taller. He glared at Jon as he felt butterflies well up in his stomach. He was handsome, a mop of messy hair on his head and a huge bulge begging to be released. The stranger came up to him and smiled, there was something sinister about it but he couldnt help but to feel his dick get hard.

"There you are" the stranger muttered, his voice seemed to slowly get deeper with each word. The stranger took his huge hand and combed it through jonny's blonde hair, grabbing it sensually.

Jonny looked up as the stranger started to glow. The stranger leaned back in ecstacy as Jonny got a good look at his face. Handsome, yes, but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere. It was Carlos Ruiz, the needy little twat that he bullied relentlessly back in highschool. He hadn't seen him in a few years. The shy innoncent look in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by a manevolent cocky look.

Carlos' muscles rippled as they became more defined, larger. His pecs swelled against his frame as his shoulder broadened, intensifying his v shaped frame. His neck elongated as his facial features became somehow more masculine. Jonny was hard as a brick now. His breath hitched as he saw Carlos' bulge pulse forward even bigger, his own rock hard member becoming short, skinny.

Carlos' grip trailed down to Jonny's dwindling neck as Jonny gasped.

"Time to seal the deal Jonny-o, my place now"

6 foot 6, 300 pounds. Do you wanna know how tall he used to be? 5'5". Charlie took my rejection to heart and I hadn't seen him in weeks, I like a dominant man. One who can throw me around, and Charlie was sweet- yes- but he couldnt give that to me. Now he looks like he stepped straight out of a gamestop porno. He keeps sending me selfies and pictures, and I'd by lying if I said it didnt turn me on. It's like he took the blueprint of my deepest fantasies.

*ding*

Fuck it's him.

"Hey cunt, flying back from the states rn. You better get that perky little ass of yours ready for me- you aren't ready for the size of my new cock hahaha. didn't know u were such a size queen."

I've known that I was a Swapper since middle school, but I couldn't exactly use my power at all. Usually, people would have to agree to a swap for it to work- but I found a loophole. I found out that i could get them to pseudo agree if I agreed to do something on my end-- they didn't have to know about it.

"I'll do your homework" for 5 pounds of muscle.

So of course I made myself a target for the frats, and that didn't take much. All I had to do was offer to help out with homework once, the rest would funnel to me through word of mouth.

At 2 weeks I had gained 50 pounds of muscle, and nearly a foot in height. Seeing abs on my scrawny ass body for the first time was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable- like a god. If I wanted to I could just "trade" my services for a bigger amount- but I want it to be gradual. I want to feel my muscles pulse bigger with each guy. I want to see the frats losing life as they slowly become dweebs. It's more fun to drag out their torture.

You could tell the ones that would come to me more, Jackie– he would've killed me if i called him that a month ago- is now a 5'6" hyperfeminine twink. And boy can that boy take a dick.

Of course I'm the one who controls the transfer, so I started changing the way I stole. Some guys that were late to the party got lucky. I would let them keep their muscle, but I'd drain their dominance and an inch or so off their dick. This guy for example used to be an asshole, now he begs for my cock, just like the rest of my cumdumps.

I know that deep down they remembered their past selves. They remembered that they used to be taller, straight. -but that's the thing about us Swappers, once we've imprinted on you, there's no going back.

The days passed by and I admit, I got a little overzealous. Right now I'm 7 feet tall, 350 pounds of pure muscle, swinging around the biggest dick you've seen in your life. Most of the fags I drained just hangout around me now, I think they think of me as a god of some kind. A god that took away their suffering, giving them pleasure by fucking them with the dick i stole from them.

Lucas wanted to start his fitness journey but he didnt know where to start. Laying around scrolling on tiktok he kept getting ads for this stepper machine.

He kept ignoring it but whenever the ad would pop up he'd stare at the hot girl on the machine, obviously she had worked on her body with more than that but what could it hurt to try.

As he added it to his amazon cart he noticed two versions, a "gay" and a "straight" one. There was no difference in how they looked or anything and the straight one was sold out so he decided to get the gay one. It was probably just some marketing gimmick anyways.

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Once the little machine had arrived he tore it open eagerly. He was excited to get rid of his stomach. He frowned slightly as he noticed the rainbow colored sticker on the bottom of the machine. He shook it off as he placed it on his wooden floor.

He got on as he started to pump up and down. The machine going how it was meant to. He put on a show as he continued on the little stepper.

The next day he woke up sore, his whole body ached like the little stepper was an entire routine. His feet peeked out from under his blanket, they looked a little bigger but he didnt notice that.

As the days went by he would go on the little stepper for at least an hour a day, not noticing how much the little thing was changing him. His receding hairline crept forward, making his thin hair thicker. His fat melted off his body, becoming lean juicy muscle, his skin darkened into a nice tan like he spent hours hiking, his face defined itself into perfection with cheekbones a gucci model would be envious of.

Although he didnt notice his physical changes, he could feel the mental ones. How he'd wake up more energetic and be more charismatic to people, how others seemed to be naturally attracted to him, but most of all he noticed how much he preferred the attention of men now. Whenever he'd think of girls a cute twink would take her place. No boobs, instead a nice pair of lean pecs for him to lick.

He couldn't control himself when he saw a cute guy, it was like he was going througg puberty again.

his large calves pulsated as sweat ran down his 6'8 sculpted body. Something he never really had to work for and just had. His trim waist and broad shoulders would say other wise, but he never had a gym membership. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he continued watching sone dumb reality tv show about gay guys. Everyone was so incredibly hot he couldn't keep focus.

All he could think about now was railing some random twink.