The Alpha Den

The air in Terrence and Julian’s dorm room hummed with a nervous energy thicker than the usual scent of crisp and sterile dorm room of two tidy nerd. Julian, perched on his worn desk chair, looked less like a college sophomore and more like a nervous raven – all sharp angles, pale skin stretched taut over bone, and a mop of jet-black hair that looked permanently wind-ravaged. He adjusted a crumbling leather-bound book, muttering under his breath, while Terrence, hunched on his bed, fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt.

Terrence is a classic 19 years old nerd: glasses perched on his big nose, slightly too-large hoodie, luminous black skin because he's rarely outside and not because of skin care and a general air of intellectual curiosity mixed with social awkwardness. Right now, though, that curiosity is warring with a palpable anxiety. They are about to attempt something definitely not classic nor nerdy. The target, DJ, the university’s wrestling star, a hairy, musky, arrogant mountain of a man who embodied everything Terrence isn't.

“Okay, Ter,” Julian said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet cutting through the tension. “The sigil is drawn. The incantation is keyed to his astral signature – extracted it from the official team roster photo database, cunning, isn't it? – and the sympathetic link is established through… well, let's just say a small, personal item of his I acquired.” Julian offered a tiny, sly grin, which Terrence chose not to inquire about. “When I chant this, focus your will. Project yourself. Think of being him. His size. His… smell. His arrogance,”

"His smell?" Terrence swallowed hard

Julian nodded, eyes gleaming behind his own thick-rimmed glasses.

"Yes. A key identifier. You know how pungent it was, you sniffed it right on its source. Remember that moment when he shoved you but pictured yourself as the one shoving a nerd to his pits. Now, silence. And focus."

Julian begins to chant. The words are guttural, ancient-sounding, completely alien in the sterile dorm room. A flickering candle cast dancing shadows, making Julian’s angular face look even more gaunt. Terrence closed his eyes, trying to push away the image of DJ’s sneering face and focus on the idea of his body. Size. Strength. Musk. Confidence Arrogance. He then feels this strange pulling sensation, like his consciousness is a kite string being yanked violently.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped. Terrence’s eyes snapped open. He's not on his room any longer as the floor underneath him feels different, creaked differently, much more pressure.

He is standing up. His perspective is higher. Broader. Looking down, he sees not his usual slender arms, but thick, corded biceps covered in a surprising amount of dark hair. He feels a weight in his chest, a solid mass of muscle. The air smelled different – not ramen and linen, but… sweat. A deep, earthy, animalistic musk.

He is in DJ’s room in the Phi Kappa frat house. Sunlight streamed through a window overlooking the manicured lawn. Weights were scattered on the floor. A wrestling singlet hung on a hook alongside a damp Under Armour compression. He gives both a good whiff before deciding to put on the Under Armour, the musk is fresher and more......potent, more DJ, him.

As soon as he finished putting on the damp clothing, thrill sensation, hot and alien, shot through him. He flexed his hands. They are enormous. He runs one over his chest, feeling the coarse hair, the hard pectoral muscle beneath the tight black Under Armour currently hugging his body. He walks to the mirror. DJ stared back – broad-shouldered, his face set in a default expression of bullish intensity. He grinned, and the face in the mirror grinned back, a wide, toothy, slightly unnerving expression on that unfamiliar canvas. It feels… powerful. Intoxicating. Even more so when he takes a deep breath while flexing his biceps, the headiness of the sweaty musky pits and DJ earthy cologne stirred something for the newly-in-control Terrence

Julian’s voice, tinny and urgent, interrupted the lustful observation Terrence currently conducted as it comes from the small, enchanted pendant Terrence still clutched in his new, massive hand.

"Terrence? Can you hear me? Did it work?"

Terrence cleared his throat. The sound is a low rumble.

"Yeah, Julian. It worked."

"Oh my god," Julian breathed, awe and relief plain in his voice.

"Okay, excellent! Now, remember the plan. Gather what we need – his training regimen, maybe some contacts, intel on the team. Just observe, don't interact too much. And get back here as soon as possible. This link isn't permanent without constant reinforcement, and I don't want to lose you in there."

"Right, right," Terrence mumbled, already distracted. He stretched, feeling the incredible reach of the muscles in his back and shoulders. He rotated his neck, hearing the subtle clicks of bone and muscle. This body… it's amazing. He dropped the pendant onto a nearby dresser, ignoring Julian's increasingly frantic squawking.

He spent the next hour in DJ's room, utterly captivated. He flexed every muscle, noting the hard ridges of his abs, the thick columns of his thighs. He examined the hair covering his limbs and chest, the stubble on his jaw, the sheer, unholy presence this body exuded. He caught his reflection in the mirror, striking poses the real DJ probably practiced religiously. He knelt down, testing the strength in his legs, then stood up effortlessly. He sniffed himself, burying his face in the crook of his elbow, breathing in the potent, unique musk. It's not just body odor; it's the smell of raw power and animal confidence. It is everything he isn't, yet, confusingly, it's him.

The world outside felt distant, irrelevant. Julian's instructions faded into the background. Terrence is lost in the sheer physicality of being DJ.

Back in the dorm, Julian’s anxiety mounted with each passing minute of silence from the pendant. Terrence hadn’t responded in an hour. An hour! The astral link is stable for a while, but the longer Terrence stayed, the harder it would be for him to pull back, or worse, for the real DJ’s consciousness to fight back and potentially trap Terrence in a limbo, bodiless yet trapped inside a body that never really belonged to him

Julian paced their cramped room, wringing his hands. He knows Terrence is probably just overwhelmed, exploring. But Julian’s occult studies had taught him caution and the dangers of lingering in borrowed forms. He had to get Terrence back. He couldn't risk yelling into the pendant and alerting the real DJ that his body has been taken over by another entity. He needs to go there. To the lion's den.

Sneaking into Phi Kappa feels like navigating an enemy fortress. It's late afternoon, quiet between classes and evening activities. The front door is unlocked (of course it is), letting out faint traces of lingering party smells from the night before – stale beer, something vaguely chemical as if trying to suppress whatever smell emanated in from last night that is more stubborn to get rid off, and that same potent musk he’d only ever smelled on DJ and the rest of the jocks from a distance. Julian creeps down a hallway, his slight frame feeling ridiculously exposed to this animal lair. He listened for voices, footsteps. Nothing. Dead silent. Except one.

He reached DJ’s room – the door is slightly ajar. He peered in, his heart leaping. DJ is there, staring out a window, flexing a massive arm. Relief washed over Julian, quickly followed by a fresh wave of anxiety. DJ looked… lost in his own thought. Utterly absorbed.

"Terrence!" Julian whispered urgently, pushing the door open a crack.

DJ (Terrence inside) spun around, eyes widening slightly before narrowing into a look Julian knew all too well from the real DJ. A look of predatory amusement.

Before Julian could say another word, DJ is already across the room in two long strides. A massive hand clamped over Julian’s mouth, muffling his surprised yelp. The other arm wrapped around his back, pulling him tight against DJ's sweat-slicked chest. The musk was overwhelming up close, a hot, potent cloud that made Julian dizzy.

"Shhh," DJ whispered, his voice a low, hot rumble right next to Julian’s ear. Fuck......is this Terrence? Or is it the real DJ?

"Look what happened to the curious cat. Little Julian. Sneaking around the frat house?"

Julian squirmed against the iron grip, eyes wide and panicked behind his glasses. This isn't the plan! Terrence is acting like… like him. The real DJ. This might even be the real, unrestrained and fully conscious DJ!

DJ chuckled, a deep sound vibrating through Julian’s chest. He steered Julian backward, away from the open door, into a less visible corner of the room. He keeps the hand over Julian’s mouth, pressing firmly but not painfully.

"You shouldn't be here, man," DJ continued, leaning in close, eyes twinkling with something primal. "This ain't your world. All muscles, parties, and… ladies." He winked, a slow, deliberate blink that felt bizarre coming from that face. "Lots and lots of horny ladies. Couldn't keep them off me last night, man. Had to lock my door just to get a minute." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "You wouldn't know about that, huh? Stuck in your room with your books and… rituals?"

Julian could only make muffled noises, his breath hot against DJ's hand. The sheer physical dominance is terrifying, even knowing it's Terrence based on that final hint because there's no way a bonafide popular and more senior jock like DJ is aware of Julian, let alone his interest in the occult. It is DJ’s body, DJ’s power, bearing down on him. And the smell… God, the smell. It is everywhere, thick and intoxicating, but it's still thankfully Terrence in control

DJ leaned closer still, his breath warm on Julian's ear.

"You look nervous, Jules. Haven't seen a real frat boy lair, have you? All that sweat… the smell… gets to some guys. Makes 'em weak in the knees. Ladies? Oh, they opened themselves easy," He paused, then slowly, deliberately, lowered his hand from Julian’s mouth.

Julian sucked in a shaky breath. "T-Terrence? What are you doing?"

The predatory glint in DJ’s eyes softened, replaced by an intensity that is purely Terrence now, but amplified by the commanding presence of the body he inhabited.

"I'm figuring things out, Julian." He stepped back slightly, but his large hands still rested lightly on Julian’s shoulders. "And I realized… acting like him…" He gestured vaguely at the room, at the body he is in. "...is unexpectedly fun." He looked Julian up and down, a slow, assessing gaze that made Julian blush furiously. "Especially when I know how you look at him."

Julian’s eyes went wide. "What?"

"Don't play dumb," DJ rumbled, stepping closer again. "I've seen you. Glancing away quickly. The way you sometimes linger near the wrestling practice room, watching me and the boys throwing and tackling each other. Wishing it was you huh straddled on the mat with cocks pressing with a jock in singlet? You like the… physicality, don't you? The power. The… musk." He lowered his head slowly, burying his face in Julian's hair, breathing him in. "You smell like old paper and nervous energy." He lifted his head, a smirk playing on DJ's lips. "He would just push you around, call you names. But I'm not him. Not entirely."

DJ slides his hands down Julian’s arms, then hesitated. Julian trembled, caught between fear and a forbidden, burning desire. He could barely think over the scent of DJ’s body, the sheer proximity to this overwhelming physical form.

"You came looking for me," DJ said softly, his voice deeper, rougher, than Julian had ever heard it. "Curious." His eyes held Julian’s. "Maybe you deserve a reward for your curiosity,"

He moved slowly, deliberately. He lowered his head again, not to Julian’s hair this time, but towards his shoulder, then lower, towards the chest encased in a thin t-shirt. Julian gasped as DJ breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of him. Then, DJ lifted his head and, with a look that was both tender and intensely focused, guided Julian's hand to his own broad chest.

"Feel this," DJ murmured, pressing Julian’s hand against the hard muscle, the coarse hair. "Smell this." He guided Julian’s hand higher, towards his neck, then gently, inevitably, towards the crook of his shoulder, where the thick hair is damp with lingering sweat

Julian is lost. All his apprehension melted away, replaced by a tidal wave of sensation. The heat radiating from DJ’s body, the gritty texture of the hair and skin, and the overpowering, intoxicating musk – it is exactly what he had secretly craved, fixated on from afar. With a shaky breath, Julian leaned in, burying his face against DJ's chest inhaling deeply. He moved hesitant hands over the hard expanse, tracing the outline of a pectoral muscle, feeling the beating of the heart beneath and looking at the cross gold pendant that smelled like sweaty metal if that's even sensible. He risked moving his face lower, towards the armpit, thick with hair and radiating heat and scent. He breathed deeply, worshipfully, lost in the raw, animal reality of it.

Julian gasped, his face flushed and eyes wide with fear as suddenly he's lifted from the corner next to that pile of dirty laundry to the table that soon cleared out from any other items, the perfect sacrificial table

DJ smiled with a sinister grin, amused, as Julian flinched,

"See, Jules, I've been thinking. This body... it's something else, isn't it?" He flexed experimentally, muscles rippling under the skin. "Makes me feel things... want things... that scrawny little Terrence never could."

He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "Things like this..."

Suddenly, DJ spun Julian around and shoved him face-down on the table. Julian yelped, flailing, but a heavy hand between his shoulder blades pinned him easily. He feels this large, muscular thigh push between his own, spreading his legs. Hot breath ghosted over the back of his neck.

"Like this," DJ repeated, his voice a rough purr. "Like pinning down a scrawny little twink and making him my bitch."

Julian whimpered in surprise, his hips bucking involuntarily as a large, calloused hand pried at his ass. The reality of it crashed over him like a wave. This is happening. He is at DJ's mercy, DJ's mercy with Terrence in control, and it is... it is more arousing than he'd ever admit.

DJ chuckled darkly at Julian's pathetic resistance. His hands are all over Julian's body now, groping and teasing, uncaring of Julian's little mewls and gasps.

"Keep struggling, Jules. Feels so good when they fight."

He pressed his chest flush against Julian's back, crushing him into the table. Julian felt a thick, hard bulge grinding against his ass and nearly came on the spot. The musk is everywhere, flooding his senses, stoking the fire in his gut.

DJ mouthed at the back of Julian's neck, nipping and sucking, leaving dark marks in his wake. His hands shoved under Julian's shirt, mapping every inch of skin, pinching his nipples hard enough to hurt. Julian writhed, lost to it, a needy moan slipping past his lips.

The hand between his shoulder blades slid down to cover his mouth, muffling any further sounds.

"Yeah, just like that," DJ growled in his ear. "Gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name, little man. Gonna make this tight ass mine."

He punctuated the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding his bulge against Julian's crack. Julian's vision goes white, his own neglected cock throbbing where it is trapped under his body. He is delirious with it, drunk on the raw power and musk and heat of DJ's body pressed all over him.

DJ ripped down Julian's pants with one swift motion, baring his ass to the air. A spit-slick finger probed at his entrance, making Julian clench and whimper. He'd never been taken like this, so roughly, so... dominantly. It is humiliating, degrading, and so fucking hot.

The finger pushed inside, stretching him open. Julian bucked back against the intrusion, needing more, needing everything. DJ worked him open with quick, rough thrusts of his fingers, twisting and scissoring, no care for Julian's comfort.

He nipped and growled filthy promises all over Julian's neck and shoulders.

"Gonna wreck this ass... ruin you for anyone else... make you crave my cock like a bitch in heat..." The words dissolved into dark chuckles that vibrated through Julian's body.

Julian panted desperately into DJ's palm, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. He is babbling now, garbled moans and pleas falling from his lips. He needed it, needed DJ to fuck him into oblivion, to make him submit to that glorious body, to lose himself in the raw animal heat of it.

The fingers left him empty for a devastating second before something much larger pressed at his entrance. Julian keened, high and desperate, as the thick head of DJ's cock popped past his rim.

DJ groaned, long and low, as he sank into Julian's body in one brutal thrust. Julian screamed, muffling it against the hand over his mouth. It burned, so big, so deep, splitting him open, reshaping him from the inside out as his back arched like he's one of DJ's bitches from last night

DJ doesn't stop until he is buried to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against Julian's ass. He ground into Julian's prostate, making him see stars.

"Fuck, so tight," he growled. "Built for my cock, aren't you? Gonna pound this ass till you're nothing but a sloppy mess."

He draws back and snapped his hips forward, setting a brutal pace. The table shook with the force of his thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing obscenely in the room. Julian could only take it, overwhelmed, impaled on that massive cock, circuited by those powerful arms and chest and thighs as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned calling Terrence to stop

"I ain't stopping man, I ain't Terrence MMFFUUCCKKK"

"NGGGAAHHHHHH FFFUUUCCKKK D...DJ....PLEASE...MMMMMMHHHH.....I....I.....DJ PLEASE STOOOAAAPPPPH"

It is too much, the pressure and stretch and raw power of DJ's body combined with Terrence's dark promises. But being called DJ really caused him to be even more brutal in his thrust as the satisfaction washes over him. He's doing such a mind-bending job, he's even fully mistaken as the real DJ! Julian eventually couldn't hold it any longer as he comes with a choked sob, his untouched cock spurting weakly. His ass clenched down, milking DJ's cock, drawing him deeper.

DJ groaned into the back of Julian's neck, his thrusts going erratic. He pistoned into Julian's ass, chasing his own pleasure, using Julian's body for his own satisfaction like his best friend is merely an object

With a final, bruising snap of his hips, DJ comes deep inside Julian, flooding his guts with hot cum. Julian whimpered and shuddered through the aftershocks, pinned down and filled with DJ's release, claimed and owned in the most primal way.

DJ slumped over Julian's back, both of them panting harshly. His softening cock slipped free of Julian's abused hole, followed by a gush of cum that dribbled down his thighs.

Julian lay there, face-down and ass-up, used and dripping, aching in all the best ways. He knows he should feel humiliated, should be pushing DJ off him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when he is floating in a haze of endorphins and raw, animal satisfaction.

DJ stirred, his weight lifting off Julian's back. Julian hissed at the sensation of cool air on his spit-slick skin and the feel of DJ's cum dripping down his legs. He stayed bent over the table but then slumped to DJ's bed yet remained still like a broken puppet, too boneless to move, his glasses knocked askew on his face.

A large hand landed on his ass, squeezing roughly.

"Good boy," DJ rumbled, palming Julian's abused cheek, "I knew this ass could take it. We're gonna have so much fun, you and me."

Julian shivered, equal parts dread and anticipation coiling in his gut. He knows he is in trouble, trapped with an-all powerful jock possessed by his best friend horniest impulses and thrall to his own body. But fuck, it felt good. Too good.

Both of them are so absorbed, so utterly consumed by the forbidden contact and the overwhelming scent, that neither of them heard the door open until a voice shattered the moment.

"Yo bro, couldn't find----DJ? What the actual…?"

Chase. Bleached-blonde, red-bearded, broad-shouldered, muscle jock with a perpetually cocky smirk. He simply stand still in the doorway, groceries in hand, staring at the bizarre scene: DJ, their resident wrestling god, naked and sweaty with the skinny, emo-looking kid from the arts quad, who is currently slumped on DJ's bed with floppy 3 incher and wetness that must have come from back-breaking sex.

Julian simply freeze in bed, mortified. DJ straightened up slowly, his expression unreadable. Chase dropped the bags, his smirk replaced by utter confusion and a dawning disgust.

DJ looked at Julian, trembling and exposed beside him. Then he looked at Chase, the archetypal jock, the very image of physical prowess Julian seemed drawn to. An idea, sudden and audacious, formed in Terrence’s mind. Julian didn't just need to sniff and fucked by power. He deserved to be power

"Chase," Terrence said grumbly, drawing from DJ's memory on how he would address his roommate when he's slightly pissed, his voice flat, powerful.

Chase eyed him suspiciously.

"Dude, what the fuck is going on? You know that President Stern and the entire uni board watched us like a hawk, bullying that---

"No bullying in here bro," DJ interrupted, stepping towards Chase. Julian watched, bewildered and terrified, as DJ moved with a purpose the real DJ usually reserved for the wrestling mat, "everything's mutual. He wanted to be a bitch so I treated him the same way I did Pamela or Jo or Molly or Trish, and the rest," DJ said with a casual predatory smirk as if looking for an understanding as he reached out, not roughly, but with unexpected speed and focus, grabbing Chase by the shoulder. Chase, caught off guard, stumbled back, dropping his groceries.

"What are you…?" Julian gasped, realizing the look in DJ’s eyes. It's the same intense focus Terrence had had moments before the first ritual.

"Julian," DJ said, his voice taking on a commanding tone that reverberated with the power of the body he was in. "Focus. Now. Think of Chase. His strength. His… everything you admire."

Julian, still reeling from the whole fucking and the sudden intrusion, stared at Chase’s muscular form, his thick beard, his sheer physical presence. He's the platonic ideal of the jock, just like DJ. Better, even, in some ways. As his focus intensified, he felt the familiar pull, the deep-seated yearning for that kind of physical reality.

DJ placed a hand on Chase's forehead, his eyes locking onto Julian's. He began to chant, the words he read in the next page to the one he and Julian read for this whole takeover of DJ. It's a simpler, more direct command. A transfer.

Chase’s eyes widened in alarm, unable to break free and his body seized and mouth agape as something shifted in him. As his eyesight goes blank, his body goes rigid for a couple second and then slumped slightly. At the same moment, Julian can feel that familiar tug, that violent yank on his consciousness, the last thing he witnessed before darkness engulfed him is his own skinny body on the bed with eyes wide, before everything shifted to reveal that he is inside Chase now, he is Chase.

His gasps sounded different. Deeper. More resonant. He looked down at his hands. They are massive, covered in a light scattering of red hair. The arms looked pumped, as if he's constantly working on it and pumping it with blood and concoction of serums to grow it. A simple flex stirred the hunger in him as he looked at his massive biceps swell while his other hand busily roaming across the carved landscape of his new possession. He feels the weight of his own limbs during the exploration, the solidity of his core should have surprised him but then he is Chase Axlerod, he is jacked and self-obsessed so this is how things should be. He runs his hand over his face, feeling the rough texture of the thick beard. In front of him, he watched as his old body collapsed to the bed with his eyes vacant white while he turned and face his sweaty, reeked roommate

They stand there for a long moment, two minds that knows each other intimately, now encased in bodies they had only admired and feared from afar with even more knowledge they can use for their satisfaction. The air is thick once more with the remnants of the sex DJ just did with Julian's body and the ritual, and a sudden, explosive charge of possibility. Chase's body feels powerful, grounded, different from DJ's raw, animalistic strength, but equally potent.

With a devilish smirk, Chase pawed at his 5 incher roid-affected pecker in his shortd

"Bro, so as I said, couldn't find that Trojan you asked me so I guess we're going in raw tonight bro. How about I cleaned you up first from all this seedy sloppiness before we get out from here for some beers and pussy? You reeked,"

"Oh, what an interesting offer bro. I can definitely use some warm shower and a thick, gooey liquid lathered across my body," DJ replied with a knowing smirk, his semi now grows hard once more while his balls readying themselves to produce more of the little DJ's to swarm Chase's tight straight boy pussy

---

"Dude, I'm screwed," Marcus groaned, tapping his head against the desk. "Coach is gonna bench me if I don't show I'm worth during next game, but I don't have time to train or do anything because of this shit ass exam. I fucking hate organic chemistry. I wish I had full sports scholarship so I wouldn't have to worry about this stuff"

Devin looked up from his desk. "You're being dramatic. You did well on all exams this semester. And you are a good player. You'll do well. I believe in you" he said trying to be a bit more supportive towards his friend.

"Yeah, but that's all thanks to you and your tutoring. Seriously, thanks dude. I don't know what would I do without you " Marcus said, grabbing his own bicep. "Look at this. I'm 6'2 and weigh, what, 175 soaking wet? I get bodied every time I drive the lane. I need to put on some weight."

"You could just… eat more?" Devin suggested ignorantly.

"Bro, I eat. It doesn't stick. If only it was that easy" Marcus sighed. "If I was like 185, maybe I could actually hold my own down low. Get some rebounds. Be a little more physical."

Devin pulled out his phone, half-listening. He'd downloaded some weird app his old roommate sent him. He was given a free trial to test it out. Supposedly you could type things and they'd happen. Probably bullshit, but whatever. He just wanted to test it and this seemed like a good time for it.

Marcus weighs 185 pounds.

Marcus was still talking, but something was different. Looking at him, his shoulders looked broader under his tank top. His arms, usually wiry, now had visible definition. Not huge, but… solid.

"-and then I could actually finish through contact, you know? Like if I was 195, man. That's the dream. Just ten more pounds of muscle and I'd be unstoppable on the field."

"Wait," Devin blinked. "You said you just wanted to be 185."

"185?" Marcus laughed. "Nah, I hit 185 few months ago, your math is wrong. Keep up, man." He stretched a bit , his shirt definitely a lot tigher than it used to be "Been stuck at 185 for months though. Plateau is real. But I don't think I could get that big and continue playing basketball. These babies would just be too big" he added flexing his biceps that was now definitely more noticable.

Devin looked down at his phone. Then back at Marcus. Then at the phone.

Marcus weighs 195 pounds.

"That's why I switched to football, honestly. Able to get a lot bigger"

Devin's head snapped up. "Football? But didn't you play basketball"

Marcus was bigger now. Noticeably bigger. His tank top was straining. His neck had thickened, his chest pushing the fabric outward. He cracked his neck and kept going like nothing had changed.

"Yeah, played. Past tense dude. Back in highschool. You are supposed to be the smart one here" he laughed, his voice deeper "But I could never get this big and stay at basketball" Marcus leaned forward, and Devin could see the way his pecs bunched together. The tank top seams were working overtime. "I've been playing football since freshman year of college. You literally came to the homecoming game. Sat in the front row."

Devin had no memory of this. But it felt real. It felt true. Shaking his head after acquiring a new memory, Devin focused on more pressing matters... "You want to get even bigger?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Bigger?" Marcus stood up and stretched. The tank top rode up, revealing a tight stomach with the outline of his abs. "I mean… yeah. Honestly? If I could hit 220, I'd be a monster on the field. Tight ends are getting bigger every year. The guys I'm blocking are like 240, 250. I feel small half the time."

"Small." Devin's voice was flat. "You feel small."

"Bro, you don't get it because you don't play." Marcus turned as he heard a small rip. Looking at his tank top, he paused, frowning. "Fuck. I could swear this fit better the other day. I keep outgrowing my clothes lately." He said like it's the most normal thing that kept happening to him. Still, he quickly went back to the original topic... "220 is the goal. But 230?" His eyes got a little dreamy. "At 230 I could play defensive end. Always wanted to rush the passer. Just destroy quarterbacks."

Devin was already typing. He noticed the pattern so he was already a step ahead of Marcus. There was no way anyone would be disatisfied with 250.

Marcus weighs 250 pounds.

And Devin marveled at the change. Marcus's shoulders flared outward, his lats pushing his arms away from his body as the tank top gave up completely. His quads thickened, forcing his stance a little wider as his sweatpants almost tore apart. His chest expended every time he inhaled, but it didn't seem to get smaller when he exhaled. No... Instead it kept on getting bigger. His massive pecs forming a shelf that casted a shadow ober his abs. His jaw looked sharper, more defined. Everything about him was just… more. Was he taller? Perhaps the app changed his size a bit to make room for more muscle...

"Yeah," Marcus said, his voice dropping just slightly, like it had gained some bass. "Honestly being 250 is great. Defensive end is where it's at. The quarterback never sees me coming. Last game I had three sacks. The Coach said some scouts are already asking about me. NFL here I come" He grinned, and even his smile looked more confident.

Devin meanwhile stared at the man in front of him...the broad chest, the thick arms, the way he seemed to fill the room just by standing in it. He'd started this conversation with a lanky basketball player. Now there was a defensive end standing in his dorm room, talking about the NFL like it was inevitable. He couldn't help himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Marcus was already massive. A 250 pounds of muscle packed into a torn tank top, looking like he could bulldoze through a brick wall. That was enough... at least for now. But Devin's mind started to wonder. What else could this app do?

Marcus caught him staring. "What are you looking at, bro?" He said putting on a new shirt since the last tank top gave up, casually flexing his bicep as it grew to the size of a football. "You've been on your phone all night. Texting some girl?"

"Something like that," Devin muttered. Looking at this muscle hunk he had just created, Devin got a little greedy. Marcus was looking so good, he had to adda few more things-

Marcus has a massive bulge. He's extremely well endowed. He's not shy about it.

"You know what's funny," Marcus said, shifting his weight and spreading his legs a little wider as he sat down, not seemingly not wearing any shorts. He was done with studying for tonight. "Playing D-end, you get a lot of attention. Girls love the big guys." He gestured down at himself and smirked.

Devin's eyes involuntarily dropped. The underwear that Marcus was wearing were suddenly… full. Very full. There was a prominent, thick outline of his bulge running down his thigh that definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. Devin felt his face get hot.

"Dude, my eyes are up here," Marcus laughed, but he didn't sound offended. If anything, he sounded proud. He leaned back on his hands, which only made the situation more obvious. "Not my fault I got blessed, you know? Genetics, man. Some guys get this or that. But I got it all. Muscle, height, dick. What more could man ask for" The man simply smirked

"Right," Devin choked out. "Genetics."

"I mean, you've seen it in the showers. You know what I'm working with." Marcus said it so casually, like it was common knowledge, as he stood up, moving to the bed behind them and the poor chair made a sound in relief. And suddenly... There was another memory in Devin's head. His brain supplied the picture. He had seen it. Marcus was famous for it on the team. Guys joked that he had to tape it down before games. A third leg. That's what they called him.

"Anyway" Marcus continued, adjusting himself without a hint of shame, "Coach wants me to move to offensive line. Says at my size I could be a hell of a left tackle. Protect the quarterback's blind side." He cracked his knuckles. "But I don't know. D-end is more fun. You get to be aggressive."

Devin was only half-listening. His eyes kept drifting down to Marcus's lap, where the thick outline seemed to pulse slightly every time the big man shifted his weight. It was hypnotic. It was also giving Devin ideas.

Marcus is extremely horny all the time. He talks about it openly.

"-and the thing about offensive line is the stance," Marcus was saying, then paused. He let out a low groan and adjusted himself again, more forcefully this time. "Sorry bro. I've been so damn worked up lately. It's annoying."

"Yeah?" Devin's voice came out squeakier than he intended.

"Dude, it's constant. I wake up ready to go. Practice is brutal because I'm chafing in my cup half the time. Showers after? Forget about it. I have to wait till everyone leaves or I'll poke someone's eye out." He laughed, but there was smugness in his expression. "Coach says it's all the testosterone. Guy at my size, lifting as heavy as I do, eating as much as I do… it simply natural"

"So you just… walk around like that?" He said pointing at the hard on he was having at the moment.

"Pretty much." Marcus didn't look embarrassed. If anything, he looked proud of it, like it was just another muscle he'd built. "Girlfriends love it at first. Then they get tired. I had one tell me I was 'too much to handle.'" He made air quotes with his thick fingers, before starting to casually stroke himself. Loking back at Devin, as if he wasn't just pleasuring himself, Marcus smirked again "You've got that look on your face."

"What look?" Devin asked, quickly shaking his head as he looked up from Marcus obvious bulge that was being stroked by those rough and collosal hands. He could see the thick outline of his new dick and the raging libido that came with it. It was... Mesmerizing. But he couldn't just stare at it-!

"The one where you're thinking too hard about something." Marcus studied him with those dark eyes... had they always been that deep brown? "You always do that. It's kind of cute, actually."

"Cute?" Devin's voice cracked. Did his straight roommate call him cute? He could feel it... The blood flowing through him and making his face fed.

"Yeah. That's the word." Marcus said it with a shrug. "You get all flustered. Your ears turn red. It's endearing." He leaned forward, hands still in his underwear . "Any girl would be lucky to have you."

'I'm not into girls' Devin thought as he looked as his phone, already with an idea on how to solve this situation. His thumb hesitated over the screen. Then he typed.

Marcus is bisexual. He prefers men. Specifically, he is deeply attracted to Devin.

A strange look crossed Marcus's face. He blinked slowly, as if seeing something or someone for the very first time. His gaze traveled from Devin's face down and back up again. The casual energy in the room shifted, grew charged.

"You know what?" Marcus said, his voice dropping into a lower register, "Scratch that. Any girl is the wrong thing to say." He stopped stroking himself as he stood up from the bed, all 6'5" of him, packed with 250 pounds of muscle, and crossed the small distance between them. "What I meant to say is... I've been thinking about you differently lately, Devin."

"You have?" Devin's voice was barely a whisper as he couldn't believe what was happening. He saw what the app could do, but this... This was on another level... Was he being too greedy with these changes? It startered out of joke, then goodwill but at the end was only fuffling his fantasies...

"Mm." Marcus was very close now, his face inches away from Devin's "I have. You're always here for me. You're smart. You're funny. And honestly..." He reached out and gently took the phone from Devin's nervous fingers, setting it aside on the desk without even glancing at it. "I find you incredibly attractive. I was just afraid to say it before. But this feels like the right moment, doesn't it? It feels... right." His hand came up, warm and solid, to cup Devin's "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong. Tell me you don't feel it too, and I'll back off. We'll go back to just being friends. No weirdness."

Devin's mind was racing through everything that had changed in the last fifteen minutes. The size, the height, the whole impossible wave of transformations. But looking up into those dark... And huge pecs, he found it hard to care about consequences. "You're not reading it wrong," he said quietly.

"Great." Marcus smiled "Because I was hoping that's what this meant" he said jokingly pointing out small bulge in Devin's pants and the smaller boy immediately blushed even harder. Taking him to bed, Marcus simply smiled "Since you are on board... I've got some ideas about what we should do tonight. And none of them involve studying."

Instead of a new story this week I’ve decided to re-upload an old favourite instead. As some of you may or may not know, the original version was completely wiped from the surface of the internet by Tumblr to the point where there wasn’t even a trace of its existence. I wasn’t even notified of this when it happened which feels like it’s own separate issue considering it was my biggest ever story but I digress. I thought that now might be the appropriate time to re-unleash this story upon the world and allow those who loved the original to enjoy it once again and for those who never got a chance to read the original to discover it for the first time. That said I’m hoping to come out with some new and fresh content very soon but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this return of an old classic!

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I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen buck naked.

I waltzed up to the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I lick my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…

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A few years back not long after I turned 20 my mom met a guy named Devin who she soon started dating. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 22 year old son which certainly peaked my interest.

When I first met him I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with enormous well rounded muscles that bulged under his clothes while standing at an imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome too because the hot body wasn’t already enough, even having a great full beard that I was jealous of. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils.

After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to those massive globes, no doubt stretching whatever pants he was wearing. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man.

Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now Step-Brothers. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.

Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller apartment but when he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment. I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, he always seemed very mature and put together.

The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other’s space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless, showing off his huge hairy chest, or god forbid only a pair of tight boxer briefs. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to take anything but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry, pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell.

For about 6 months that’s how my life was. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying not to let him see my dirty secret. That is until I found a certain little spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online and ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it but the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked peaked my interest.

Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day, giving it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.

I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true but as I’d expected, nothing happened. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did before heading to bed. I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. I remember I’d begun to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness swelled across my body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

It seems I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical took place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I noticed my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up in confusion only to feel much heavier than normal while looking down the bed to see a pair of much larger feet. Next thing I yank off my bed sheets only to find a massive, hairy, muscular body that certainly wasn’t my own.

Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before grasping the heft of my giant new pecs, loving all the fur as I was previously rather hairless. Jumping out of bed I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge quads, and impressive calves. And then it started to hit me. I didn’t realise it at first as I’d never seen it from this angle but these giant legs, these bulging arms, these bulbous pecs… they all seemed exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his briefs which now clung tightly to my form as I didn’t fail to notice the familiar bulge in the front. Only… it was my bulge!

At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still I burst out of my room and made a beeline for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. I saw none other than the sexy bearded face of my step-brother staring back in disbelief.

As you can imagine I spent the next 20 or so minutes inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the body I’d been lusting over for these past years at my disposal felt like some kind of lucid wet dream. But it was real! From my brother’s handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!

Soon enough I’d yanked off the underwear and started pumping my dick in ecstasy, loving how my hand only just fit the whole way around. Waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to grope at my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier. Before I could shoot my new seed however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but judging by that scream I had only one guess as to what’d happened.

Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want him to think something was up to see me already wearing his clothes after all. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it.

Upon entering Sam’s room I was somewhat surprised to see an exact copy of myself stood freaking out at his body. I should’ve been expecting it but it was still extremely weird nonetheless. Then, as he saw me stood in the doorway, he went silent. Naturally he was in shock for a good moment or two but as soon as it passed he began shouting a bunch obscenities at me. Demanding who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to punch me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.

Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen, I could tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened, or even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to rub it in his face that I now had his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one but I couldn’t. Sure we weren’t super close or anything but he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead so I decided to take it easy on him.

I pretended to be just as confused as he was, saying who I really was but not having any idea how this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared, trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest.

Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each overs lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of this idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on. I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room while I changed. Though I couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left and showing off the meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give.

Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fitting me perfectly. I must’ve spent at least 15 minutes or so just trying on different clothes while jerking my cock a little in between until I heard a knock at the door and my former voice asking what the hell was taking so long. With a sigh I tucked my new toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt since I just couldn’t help but show off this bod. Could you blame me?

When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. He knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing things. I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all gym equipment works and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what his football practice is like with the team. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me.

Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glancing at his former body as I showed it off, even getting a little cocky by flexing every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to make sure I was feeding his body correctly. Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that produced during it, not being able to help sniffing my pits when I got back. Of course Sam told me to go get a shower but before I did I couldn’t help swiftly grabbing him and shoving his face into my musky pits, laughing as he squirmed for a moment before letting him go. I apologised after through my laughter though I couldn’t help but smirk subtly as despite his face looking disgusted, the slight bulge in his pants told another story.

The next day however was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me, some giving me an envious once over, others even saying hi to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from girls which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery. Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!

Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the jockbro mindset and was soon laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing, right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a lot of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality when I took his form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does, not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?

After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the site I used but that a one way transfer according to the spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time.

From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends inside and outside of the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me awhile to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears.

I’ve gotta say though, living with the former Sam was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch and that we’d have to go our separate ways but even after just over a week of being Sam I was having so much fun messing with him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing of my huge hairy pecs and whenever I’d catching him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d frequently pull him in for ‘brohugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.

Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in locker room, not that I can blame him, and how much he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each overs bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft to which I then soon returned the favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.

Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ‘To have some fun’ I believe my response was being making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s-well my bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each overs bodies as we slowly undressed, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.

One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about, groaning and grunting and my balls smacked against that supple butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was waiting for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lightly tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

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And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.

“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body, I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night.”

Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!”

Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it. So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound into another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?” By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught.

With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits, you love watching me slip perfectly into you jocky lifestyle. Just embrace it lil’ bro” He stares at me then at my pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily presses his nose into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.

“C…can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.

“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I state looking down at his hungry eyes. He nods in compliance and with that I put a hand on the back of his head and press him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m planning on making Ian my boyfriend in the future and I wanna be faithful ya know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”

With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…

"Lentils and quinoa? That shit ain't packed enough to support this massive 'ceps dude, be so for real right now. This ain't a twig like it used to," Pete said as he flexed his massive, boulder-like arms, causing the rippling veins system appeared more prominently in his arm

"But you like lentils and quinoa,"

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter what I like, it matters what Hunter's enjoy and if it's steak with salad and mash, I'm eating it,"

"But you are fucking vegan! How the fuck are you eating meat?

"Hhhhh.....you really don't get it do you? Yes I am fucking vegan, but Hunter is not. I'm Hunter until the end of summer.....Ck, told ya that it is important for you to also come through, but with you remained like a pathetic twig, don't get me wrong, I just don't see how we can enjoy the rest of the summer together,"

"Wait, the fuck? You want to bail on me just like that? I literally invited you to the app, you use my referral for it! This whole summer vacation is my idea, my booking, you can't just abandon me like that!"

"Yeah, and you didn't save enough money to keep up. Sucks to be you, bro, but sorry not sorry, that's your own fault. And pfftt....you think I cannot finance myself when I look like this? I can literally turn that newlywed in honeymoon into a cuck as he will give up his room and that sexy wife of his if I want to, don't underestimate me,"

As he flexed his muscle once more, Pete/Hunter decided to simply stand up and leave the diner as he muttered

My name is Cam Orson and I've had enough. All my life, all I wanted was to be accepted and have a peaceful life. But the unfortunate reality was, life didn't care about your feelings. I never used to hate myself. Not really. I was fine the way I am. I was an average guy despite my pretty chubby frame. I had a simple job in the office and I had a fair good amount of friends. I didn't feel like a failure and I certainly didn't feel like anything was ever wrong.

But that all changed when a nightmare I thought I'd left behind in my childhood had come back to haunt me. That nightmare had a name. Edgar Price.

Edgar Price was an unfortunately beautiful man that hid a nasty attitude. And oh how proud of it he was. Edgar was a classmate back in high school. Even then he was quite the looker and I'd be lying if I said I didn't fell for his charm. Unfortunately, Edgar didn't feel I was even worth existing and made it his life's mission to make me suffer. At first, it was just teasing. And then it was shoving. Laughing. Insulting me and my friends. He'd call me a nobody who'd never achieve anything. He'd tell me to jump off a building and no one would ever care. I was very lucky that I had friends who'd step in but that didn't stop him. The fact that he'd hound me specifically confused me because I have done nothing to him but breathe the same air. "I just hate that a waste of space like you exists." Is all he'd ever said. Oh the nights I cried. So imagine my surprise when I found out he'd moved across the hall from my apartment. That evil grin in his face the moment he realized who I was. Little digs in the hallway started. Small notes on my door calling me a pig that needed to get butchered. My only solace was work. Until it wasn't. Turns out, he was the new hire that our team was waiting on. He didn't show it, but I felt that evil in the air the moment he saw me in our boardroom. "Can't wait to play our little game." He'd whispered to me in the hallway and I felt myself shudder in despair. When I told HR immediately my situation, he had been pulled and told to behave. He, of course put up an act that made them believe he'd change from this high school bully and that he's all here for work. "I won't forget that you little bitch." He had whispered to me, knocking over my pencil can. I could tell some of my coworkers felt my distress but didn't say anything. The moment I clocked out, I immediately bolted to my apartment so I didn't have to run into Edgar. That didn't really stop him from sticking another note and calling me an ugly coward from my front door. I didn't want any more of this. It's only been one day and it took me years to let go of this grief. I had to do something. So I had called up a friend of mine from high school. A friend who was there for me through all that bullying. Leo.

He always knew what to do and considering what wild story he's told me, perhaps he could offer a permanent solution to stop this madness. It had been some time since I heard about what happened to him. From what I understand, he's swapped bodies with his best friend. I didn't really believe him until he showed me the whole Sync Node thing they'd kept hidden in their house. Leo, or Ash, as he likes to call himself these days recommended I contacted his other friend to see if they could help me. He said that while their situation was an accident, the person who hit them up with the nodes are able to do as much on purpose. I had to correct him though, as switching bodies was not a solution I wanted to change my life. “I don't want to steal someone's life. I'm happy being me. But I'm not about to wait until this asshole makes me hate myself again. And besides, the logistics with body swapping is something I've thought about. I know next to nothing about this guy and trying to re-adjust to his life is not something I'm keen on doing. And no matter how hot he is, he makes my skin crawl.” "Yeah well, I'm sure it's still worth a shot asking for Vance's help. Surely he's got something up his sleeve for this." I had emailed his friend and within a day, he'd told me how much he sympathized with my situation and that he's happy to help. He basically told me to endure until a package arrives at my house. I decided to use up my annual leave for a month. It was short notice but my manager owed me and he was fine with it as long as someone could pick up the slack for me. A work buddy who knew about the situation was happy to cover. That didn't stop Edgar from stopping by to slip a note calling me a pussy for running and then telling me to die in my sleep. God I hated him. A few days later, I heard a knock on the door and a package was left on my doorstep. I was thankful it was the daytime so Edgar couldn't possibly snatch it or destroy it while he was at work. Inside was a bunch of red and green nodes. According to the note inside, It was a spin off of the Sync Device that Ash had used with his partner. This is something of an experiment from our synchronization and mind to data tech that I've been playing with. Instead of reciprocating mind and body, it instead redirects physical and mental resources onto a different source. Kind of like a file transfer. It’s also meant to significantly alter one’s genetics depending on how much has been taken. Green is the client, Red is the source host. Just stick the green one on yourself and the red on your target. While I can’t replicate the effects of something as mythical as the Chronivac, if that even exists, and rewrite reality, this should at least provide a somewhat streamlined effect akin to what you want. I can confirm that it work in doses based on a few experiments, but its still in beta so using this may have tremendous risks. Send it back if you dont feel comfortable with it or if it malfunctions. -V I didn't care what it takes. I am an average man but I get results. I will get rid of the problem, one way or another. The next day, I waited. I considered setting an elaborate trap but why do that when I knew his ego was bloated enough for him to come to me. Sure enough, when it hit 5:40PM, he had come by to drop another note, knowing I take them. He flinched when I opened the door, grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him in. He had fallen over, and laughed. Perhaps he was waiting for me to snap. "Well well, it seems this-" I didn't even let him finish. The stun gun had reached his neck before he could utter what insult he had in mind. I dragged him into my bed and took his clothes off. Like I said before, he's a nasty piece of work but the man was beautiful.

I tied him up with rope. Lots of it. As lean as he was, I was thankful he didnt work too hard on his arms to break free. As per the instructions, I stuck a node at his forehead, his chest and his legs. I took off my clothes and started sticking nodes to myself. I felt a tingle on my legs and I think he must have as well as he started stirring. The moment I put the node on my chest, he sputtered awake. He struggled against the ropes that bound him to the bed, angrily thrashing like a rabid animal. I approached him, amused at his cocky calmness has been replaced by a deep unsettling that I'd never seen from him before. Edgar recoiled as I touched his smooth, bare body. All those muscles and all those blessings he bragged non stop about. Everything that makes him so indelibly beautiful and cocky. All about to be mine. "I don't know what kind of sick fetish you're into, but you're not going to get away with this. This just confirms what I've always known about you. You're just some sick freak." "Oh yeah?" I say. "We'll see about that." I stick the green node onto my forehead and I feel a zap knock both of us out. When I come to, I feel two voices in my head. What the hell is going on? What are these things he put on me?! I’m taking in his thoughts. "Help!" He started shouting. But it's no use. I padded my room with soundproofing panels because I like to stream and hated making my neighbors mad. The second voice that hit my was a computer like assistant guiding me through the process. Welcome to the V. Node Interface. Version 0.5 Source Reroute Beta. Please select what you’d like adjust and migrate to source.

It was like I was wearing some sort of VR head set, but I could see parts of Edgar's body highlighted in my brain. Muscle Mass, Arms, Legs, Cock Size... Even Mental Affinities... This is honestly as impressive as it is creepy. What does... What does Ash's friend do...? Still, I'm not about to question someone who just wanted to help me. So I started simple. The muscles. That’s what I was after. I honed my eyes at his chest and confirmed in my brain what I wanted.

Confirmed. Now Beginning Source Migration. Edgar's screaming halted, feeling the same zap in my body that I did. I felt myself connect to him. As if... We were synchronizing. Suddenly, our breathing grew ragged and fast. I felt my body sweat, as if I had begun experiencing years of exercise in one second. My eyes went wide as I saw my chest, become firmer and rounded. My gaze lingers towards Edgar, who gaped in shock as he watch my chest grow as his grow flat. A grin in my face formed as his sculpted abs disappear and become baby smooth as my once chubby belly become much more cut and hard. Abs! I've never had abs before in my life. And now it's there as if they'd never been foreign. The testosterone in my body was overflowing and I couldn't help but laugh. Ash was right, his friend was a fucking genius. "How the fuck- No... NO! GIve it back! My body!" He started shouting, the tears making him more pathetic as he thrashed some more on the bed. But this was just the beginning. It's not over until I've beaten him down to dust and make him feel like nothing. His arms weren't as impressive, but I can still take the firmness. He gasped as his arms lost strength, what little he had left in them overflowing straight into my already massive arms and making my biceps basically steel. "Stop it!" He shouted, but I wasn't listening anymore. HIs legs were next, his muscular thighs and lovely feet would look just as stunning on me now and stranger on him without his normal body. I was just doing him a favor. I felt my own legs heat up in anticipation of the transfer. A massive surge of power flowing through as my legs became firm and strong. My feet grew longer from my average 9s to massive 15s. I looked down on myself, my body clearly an epitome of massive greatness now compared to the twig in front of me. I never believed I could ever get this hot. But here I am now.

But even through all that, his glare beneath all that sweat and pain did not waver. He's still fighting. So what else can I take from him? What else can I do to make him feel that insignificance he so wants me to feel. I stared down at myself, and then at him, realizing I'd miss something very important. It only took one smirk to let him know what I was thinking. "No... No!" I focused the device on his penis, confirming what I needed to take. I felt my cock synchronize with him, his sizable 10s and my average 5 shuddering together in harmony. They both stood erect as the device began working its magic. I’ll take it all. Edgar grit his teeth as he began straining from his dick suddenly pulling down. As it did, I felt my own grow tight as grew wider and longer. A moan escapes our mouths as we both panted from the euphoria, and I do mean euphoria that we were both definitely experiencing. My balls rumbled as they grow thicker as his shrunk. The testosterone definitely strengthening. The ecstasy was too much and we both came at the same time. Thick, viscous white cum escaping and took its time to cover our bodies before finally stopping. "Jeez." A gasp escapes me, putting a hand on my stick chest. Edgar was gasping non stop, clearly rattled from the forced ejaculation. "You sick monster!" He finally screamed. Hewas still fighting, even if he was clearly wavering. Let's see how long that lasts. Next, just to be safe, I'll be taking his body's metabolism. It'll take me some time to learn how to exercise and keep this. I'll make sure I can keep up and not end up chubby again. The nodes gave me a warning though. This Change will alter you on a genetic level. Are you sure you want to proceed? Yes. I've been sure since the moment I stuck these nodes on. The zap that hits us both made us scream. It was painful, unlike the euphoric and joint ejaculation we experienced. My body... It felt so much more different than before. On some level, it felt like it was cleaner. Healthier. Across, I saw his thin body take on some weight, his pale stomach becoming chubby. He was near tears as he watched it unfold. He turned his head away, his voice slowly losing the timbre of confidence he had. "Please stop." He said plainly. But I wasn't going to. I have to dive deeper in. My mind honed in on his head and I felt the nodes rifle through his head and organize it in front of me. Hopes and Dreams. Personality. Confidence Inner Mind. I have no interest on changing myself into some arrogant prick but I'd love to peak into this sick little head of his. Corporate domination... Sexual deviant... Nothing I wasn't aware of. I did take some of his skills, specifically his physical and sexual abilities just so I can keep up with this delicious new body I have. Then I saw my name in the Inner Mind. Unspoken Desires. In a subsection of kinks and hidden desires, my name was a subsection. Image and flashes of dominance. Fantasies of obliterating me and making me beg until I was so far down below. My mind raged. How could someone be so deplorably sadistic? What could I do to stop this insect from doing more harm. Because as much as I can take from him, what's stopping him from just working harder to regain what he can reclaim? As I thought that, the device suddenly popped up an alert. Host gene pool are synced in. Would you like to alter Edgar Price's mindset?

I'm not sure if that's supposed to happen but what the hell. down below I saw a subsection that I had eyed earlier. Sexuality. He was straight but I say lets let him taste the loving embrace of men. This will be important for my next move. I willed my mind to move those evil thoughts of me onto his sexuality and altered the flow to take in punishment instead of dealing it. In doing so, I've made him submissive. Across, I saw his eyes widen in terror as he could tell his brain was rewiring on my whim. I could feel the confidence in him seeping into me as more of his mind is rearranged. And with that, I do believe I've finished.

I approached Edgar, now battered and low confused, as I ripped the nodes on my body. My hands reach his nodes, caressing every new curve as I ripped the red nodes off of him. I crawled up to the bed and my hand held his scared face who can no longer look away from my beautiful new body. "How are we feeling Ed?" I say, our faces so close to each other. "I..." I cover his mouth with my hand and I give him the same evil grin he's given me for years. "On second thought, I don't really give a shit about that. I know exactly how you feel." I stare down at his now meagre 4 inch cock standing at attention. My body grinds up closer to him and a moan escapes his covered mouth. "That's a good boy." I say in a sultry voice I never though I'd have. "How much do you want to get punished tonight?" I move my hand away from his mouth for an answer. "All night long." I chuckled. "As you wish." My tongue dances in his mouth as I ravaged him with a savage kiss. All the pent up anger merged with the libido surging through me as I continued took command over him. His utter shock was replaced with a pathetic longing as I shoved my large member down his throat. He could barely breathe throating that down and damn near sobbed when I took it out. "Let's get to the main event." There was a reason why I left him with his cute bubble ass. For this exact moment. I lubed up his ass and slowly inserted my fingers one at a time before finally letting him experience cock for the first time. A violent way to pop his cherry, but a fitting one for an evil crushed. The scream as I suddenly pushed it all in was music to my ears. "Take it. Take it all you fucking bitch!" I grunted, plowing him with vigor never had before. I grab his hair and smashed our lips together once more. A trail of saliva bridging down as I move my tongue out. My pace increases and I felt my cock warmed. I could feel it. "What are you?" I suddenly say. He doesn't reply. "I said. What. Are. You?" "A freak." he cries. "I'm a waste of space." I screamed, filling his warm hole with my new, superior seed. His pathetic new cock came as well, probably a first for him to do so without contact. "Good." I panted. "But don't worry, you're not completely useless." I wink and let go of his hair. I lick up the warm cum from his stomach and gave him what was probably the first tender kiss of his life as he tasted the new him. "i'm not like you." I say. "I won't become a monster like you. I hope whatever happened today changes you for the better." I cut his ropes and pat his new stomach. He doesn't fight anymore and I can see his new, broken down state. He stands and hands me his old clothes. They weren't going to fit anymore. "Thank you." He says to me, but I don't know what for. "No. Thank you." I smile. "Loser. Now get lost." He gave a sad smile and walked out with my old clothes. I put on my new black tee and quickly felt my new, sweating body.

"Amazing." ~ It's been a month since our encounter and my leave has been used up. When I came back to the office, everyone was stunned at my sudden transformation. Needless to say, they just thought I had a mental break and needed a little bodily therapy to improve my mental health. It's kinda true. Edgar resigned, understandably. He couldn't let anyone see him like that after all. He realized quickly he couldn't sustain the apartment he lived in without a job so he came knocking on my door to see if I would let him stay until he could get back on his feet. A strange request, considering he'd been telling me to die just a month ago. But I think I know why he so boldly came here. I guess some of that audacity stuck around him after all. I'm a nice guy, so I let him. Maybe this time it'll different. Besides, it's nice to have a toy- I mean, a roommate, to split rent with. Besides, can you blame him for wanting to be around me? Look at me! All that enduring has payed off.

(Original story posted May 14th 2023. Original story title “Lives”) Minor edits and corrections

“Rrrgghh yeahhh… I can’t believe it actually fucking worked!” Jonas bent his massive bulky body forwards slightly, flexing his pecs and biceps with wonder. He couldn’t help showing them off with glee as his stolen form strained the tight wrestling spandex gear.

“What the fuck Jonas! What the hell did you do?!” Kyle, Jonas’ older stepbrother, screamed upon dashing into the room only to find that his little bro had transformed from a chubby little smart as into a swole muscle beast! Not to mention he was wearing Kyle’s wrestling gear that’d gone missing about a week ago. Meanwhile Kyle was still in shock from his own sudden transformation. Having gone from the sporty jock of the family to shrinking down into a fat little shrimp version of himself! It was like some terrible nightmare where the two of them had swapped lives!?

Jonas smirked over at Kyle, looking down on his stepbrother for the first time in his life. “Well I was getting sick of the whole family always patting you on the back for being a meathead while I was always treated like an afterthought. So I looked into some magic shit online and it turned out all I needed was an article of your clothing and some magic lessons and presto! Reality is rewritten.” Jonas explained before flexing again. “So now all those years you spent in the gym building this body are mine along with everything else you’ve ever done in your life! Everything you’ve achieved belongs to me!” He gloated while continuing to show off all the hard work Jonas had stolen from Kyle.

Kyle was lost for words. What could he say? The man before him had literally stolen his life from him. He could tell it was still Jonas. After all his face was still the same only now he looked a little older and his features looked sharper, no longer softened under a layer of fat. But those arms? Those pecs? Those legs? They all belonged to Kyle! Or at least the work that’d been put into them did. Meanwhile Kyle’s own clothes were hanging loose off his body. Before all this Jonas hadn’t once stepped foot in a gym and now Kyle’s body reflected that. Skinny arms with next to no muscle. A protruding little belly. A flat pancake of an ass. All of his gorgeous size and strength was stolen in an instant only for it be flaunted in his face by his own stepbrother. As if on cue, Jonas turned and gave his thick new jock butt a smack. Adoring how it jiggled.

“Better get used to calling me big bro from now on as well. Pretty sure our ages have swapped as well.” Jonas added, the more mature look his face now adorned suddenly made more sense as he’d aged up from 20 to 24 while Kyle had undergone the opposite.

That was it. Kyle snapped out of his daze and lunged at the bigger man. Attacking him in a blind rage for what he’d done. Unfortunately, with Jonas’ new size and power, it wasn’t long before Kyle found himself subdued with a headlock. No matter how much Kyle wriggled and writhed he just couldn’t free himself from the grip Jonas’ giant bicep had on him.

“Alright you little bitch, this is how things are gonna go from now on.” Jonas sneered down at Kyle as his now younger stepbro struggled in his grasp. “For a start I’m the big meathead jock that dad is most proud of. Not you. So get used to it. Second, you’re going to act like this is all normal. Like you’ve always been a pathetic weak little bitch. And third, you’re gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you. Otherwise I’ll use some more of the magic I learned to turn you into a new wrestling singlet for me. Got it?” Jonas stated, clearly enjoying his new power far too much.

“…” There was a moment of silence.

“Got it!?” Jonas repeated, squeezing Kyle a little tighter in the process.

“Y…yes. I-I got it…” Kyle finally replied, sounding completely and utterly defeated. He then let out a gasp as Jonas finally let him go.

The new jock smirked. “Now then, to help you get settled in, how’s about you worship me?” Jonas curled an eyebrow before raising his arms up again and flexing them. Simply intoxicated with how they bulged with so much power.

Of course Kyle didn’t want to oblige. At this point he wanted to run away if anything but he was too scared that Jonas might actually follow through with that terrifying threat. At this point he’d be a fool to doubt what Jonas could do. So instead Kyle took a deep breath before stepping forwards, a look of dejection crossing his face as he did exactly what Jonas told him too…

“Mmmmm yeah that’s right… grope my muscles bitch! Fuuuuuck…” Jonas groaned as Kyle did exactly that. Running his hands over what should’ve been his pecs and squeezing them as per Jonas’ request. Tracing the bulging muscle of his biceps. Admiring the sheer magnitude of his shoulders. He hated it so much… which was exactly why he was so damn confused when he found himself getting a boner. Not that he was only one. Jonas had been sporting a huge tent ever in that singlet ever since casting that spell. It’d pressed crudley against the fabric, creating a solid, cock shaped outline. And that outline only seemed to throb the more Kyle touched Jonas’ muscles. It seemed Jonas was enjoying this muscle worship a little bit more than Kyle had realised until…

“Ugh yeah! I’m gonna…” He didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence as moments later globs of thick cum seeped straight through the fabric of the singlet before falling with heavy drips to the floor.

Kyle found himself both disgusted and turned on at the same time. Was this going to be his life from now on? Forced to not only worship his asshole of a stepbrother that stole everything from him but also forced to kinda enjoy it? His life was going to be torture…

“Now get on your hands and knees and clean that up.” Jonas ordered with a cocky smirk.