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Bo was looking for a chemistry book when he heard the heavy, thudding footsteps coming his way and immediately he knew who was coming. Bo turned and barely looked up as he tucked himself against the bookshelf as the mammoth, goliath that was Leon McKenzie stomped by. He was a monster at 6'7, over 300 pounds and the meanest look on campus. There were stories of an asshole soccer player who tried to belittle Leon and ended up with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. No one messed with Leon, Bo was relieved when he passed without notice. Bo had never known Leon to be a bully and besides the stories very little was known about the huge man on campus. Bo was glad that he didn't have to deal with Leon as he didn't appear to be the sort of man that picked on people unlike Zeke and his buddies.

As Leon stomped deeper into the library, Bo heard the laughing and arrogant joking of Zeke and his friends. Bo quickly grabbed some books from the shelf in an effort to disguise himself, however it was too late as Zeke grabbed his jacket and spun him around. "Think you can hide from me nerd?!" Zeke then slammed Bo against the bookshelf making it groan and Bo yelp. "I expect mine and my buddies essays to be finished and submitted tonight!" Zeke then made a fist and aimed for Bo's face but stopped just before his nose, making Bo flinch and quiver. Zeke and his buddies laughed as one then slammed his hands down hard on the pile of books Bo held making them all tumble to the ground.

“Dude, you’re not gonna believe what I found at Elise’s” Julio came rushing out of his room, his skinny yet chubby frame wrapped in a towel, his body shining with sweat.

Malik looked up from his guitar with amused confusion. He’d been practicing for a show he and his group had coming up at the hole in the wall music venue in their small college town. But Julio had been locked up in his room since Malik had come back from practice with his band, and he’d wondered what his roommate had been up to in the last several hours.

“Someone’s excited,” Malik chuckled taking a sip from his tea, noticing from Julio’s towel that his excitement was displayed in other ways.

“You have no idea,” Julio laughed, finding his way in front of Malik and panting.

Elise’s was a curio shop located on the edge of their charming New England college town, full of all kinds of weird trinkets and vaguely occult collectibles. There wasn’t a single freshman at their university that didn’t have a story about the strange this they saw the other day or the odd that they purchased to show off to their friends—always secretly hoping the object’s vague enigmatic promises would somehow come true. To most, it was a quirky junk store; to some, it was a mysterious Mecca. And why not? If the stories and whispers around town linked to Elise’s were true, one couldn’t help but believe.

“What did Elise sucker you into buying this time?” Malik asked smugly, leaning over to set his guitar down.

Julio dropped his jaw in a feigned offended grin and scoffed, “You’re gonna eat your words in a minute.”

Julio hooked his towel outward with one thumb and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. “Dude!” Malik started, still bent over at eye level but shooting back up into the couch. Julio’s 5 incher swung out bobbing with stiffness and he stood nude before Malik, nothing on his body except a piece of jewelry resting against his recently shaved groin. His balls and boner were fed through an ornate ring of rounded gold, with what looked to be smoothed rubies embedded into its face.

A cock ring! That gullible motherfucker bought a cock ring! At Elise’s of all places! Malik couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thought you’d like it!” Julio giggled dumbly.

“Dude, you’re a mess,” Malik continued laughing and ran his hands down his face. “So what’s the tale that pairs with this one?”

“Well…” Julio started to explain but smiled and sighed. “I think that’s better seen that told.”

He stepped in closer to Malik on the couch, straddling his legs in his standing position until he was only about a foot away from Malik. He reached down wrapped his left hand around his package.

“Here’s what I want you to do… You’re gonna hold onto me like this, and whenever you’re ready, I want you to tug, real hard and real quickly,” he gestured forcefully with his hands, miming exactly like he wanted Malik to do it. “Just like that. Act like you’re pulling the cord of a lawnmower or something.”

Malik furrowed his brow with an amused smile, “Uhhh, won’t that hurt? Like a lot?” 

“Trust me, I know this sounds—“

“Fucking weird?”

“Sure, but just trust me. I promise you’ll love it.”

Malik looked up in exasperated amusement and then back down at Julio’s package and shrugged. He gingerly put a hand out and wrapped it around Julio’s stiff member and balls, feeling their warmth and looking back up at Julio with a cocked eyebrow.

“Do it,” Julio nodded down to him, panting excitedly. “Remember: really quick, really hard.” He took a deep breath and folded his hands behind his head.

Malik looked down and tightened his lips together. His grip on Julio’s package tightened and he did exactly as he was told. He yanked hard downwards and was surprised to see for the flash second that he yanked that Julio’s package streeeetched with the yank, startling Malik as it snapped back with a fleshy smack against Julio’s pelvis. Malik could swear that the rubies embedded in the cock ring pulsed with a fiery, deep luminescence, making the jewelry appear to writhe. Julio sucked in a sharp gust of air and the unbelievable happened in front of Malik in the span of a second, two max.

Julio’s body jolted upright and stretched taller, his body making all kinds of popping and stretching sounds as he grew several inches in height. Simultaneously, his body purely exploded with new, bulging musculature that seemed to crowd Malik as he shrank back onto the couch with a dropped jaw. With a single grunt, Julio’s body let out a final pulsing jolt, his size, weight, shape, and skin no longer his own, his hands still locked behind his head as he shook and twitched with the new musculature. His head shook once, but rapidly, and once it had stilled, his hair, jaw, cheeks, and whole face for that matter looked completely different, replaced by the model-like mug the body he now rocked deserved. Finally, Malik noticed his package, still bobbing from when he’d yanked it not a second ago, throbbed intensely as it seemed to shed itself into a larger, thicker size, his head peeking red and dripping out of his foreskin and his balls plumping larger and sagging his sack a little more.

Julio released the gust of air he’d sucked in a second ago with a grumbling moan, his voice deeper and different from what it was. His sweaty body glistened with a little more moisture as he dropped his now thick and powerful arms from behind his head in a flex.

“Pretty sick, right?” Julio asked in a rich, deep Southern accent, completely not his own, dropping his hand down again to rub his meaty fist down all 11 inches of his pre-slick meat, as Malik pawed at his own stiffening dick.

“Wh-who..? What the fuck happened to you?” Malik panted excitedly.

“Fucked if I know, dude,” he chuckled, rubbing his other hand hard across his pecs, up and down his abs, smearing his sweat into his bushy pit hair. “Don’t even know who I am. Don’t know who any of them have been.”

“Any? Them?”

Julio just nodded with a grin, reaching behind himself to squeeze his ass and popping his pecs proudly, “It’s a different guy every time.”

Malik just wheezed excited breaths, standing up to feel Julio’s new firm ridges and mounds, worshiping and squeezing every inch he could get his hands on. Julio laughed along and did several poses and let Malik smell under his pits. His odor was intoxicating now, Malik was pretty sure he’d never smelled something that musky or magnetic before and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to leave the apartment. And it radiated off him like heat.

“You fucking reek, bro,” Malik mumbled, scooping Julio’s hefty dick and balls into his hands and tugged their impressive size, eliciting a shuddering groan from Julio. He could feel the pre-tinged sweatiness wafting up from Julio’s taint and now in his own hands. His cock head was peeking out from within its foreskin and dripped a thick dollop of pre onto Malik’s wrist. They looked up at each other with a grin.

“Kiss it,” Julio slurred and bucked his hips into Malik, his impressive length rubbing up against Malik’s torso.

Malik knelt and did as his was told, looking up at Julio as he kissed the wet head of Julio’s meat. Julio chuckled and swayed, slapping Malik’s face with his club. Malik caught it with his tongue and served it into his mouth, playing around with it with his tongue and sucking eagerly.

“FF-Ffuucckk,” Julio groaned, leaning his head back as he thrusted his hips against his roommate, feeling his length side in further, then out, then in. “Ju-ust be c-care-careful, man, it—“

Malik ignored him, attacking Julio’s cock with more greedy vigor, licking and sucking his length to the root and colliding with the elegant cock ring. As he loudly blew his friend, he tugged playfully yet forcefully on his overgrown balls.

“Dude-fuuuckk-dude, careful, you’ll-UUGGHHNN…”

Malik just looked up at his panting hunk, his sculpted face contorted in ecstatic throes, and kept working Julio’s meat. He could feel Julio’s pace picking up as his throat opened up, letting Julio buck harder and harder into his face. He focused on his tongue, working the underside of his shaft and putting pressure on Julio’s pistoning slit.

“Dude, I’m gonna—!!!” Julio arched his back in a jolt as Malik felt his mushroom head give its telltale swell and vibrate in the back of his throat.

Malik could only tell that his mouth and throat were filled to the brim almost instantly. He coughed hot jizz violently out of his mouth, some squirting out of his nose as Julio spazzed forcefully over and over again, his massive cock shooting thick, piss-like ropes out of its slit in a seemingly never-ending pulsating succession. As Malik continued panting fresh air, Julio shook through orgasmic grunts and moans as he drenched Malik’s face and hair with what was now about a liter of cum. As he continued bucking, his new enormous size began to dissipate. His muscles looked like they were sinking lower with each consecutive spurt as his features and skin tone slowly morphed back to his own features, slowly becoming more and more recognizable. Sweat continued dripping down him as he sank shorter, lighter, back to himself, and Malik could see that his packaged dwindled back to its average size with the last creamy spurts. Finally, Julio was back to himself, the only evidence of his earlier form now soaking into Malik’s clothes, dripping off his skin and hair, and splattered on the leather couch. Miraculously, none had gotten on Malik’s guitar.

Malik looked up at Julio wordlessly, panting and swallowing residual droplets still in and around his mouth. Julio just wiped his face with both hands, clearing it of sweat, and then lowered them to work his package out of the cock rink, carefully sliding one testicle out at a time and then sliding it down his still-deflating shaft. He held it up between his thumb and index finger and looked down at Malik.

“So… yeah,” he panted nonchalantly and then wheezed out laughter.

‘So, yeah,’ Malik agreed as he laughed too and wiped more of Julio’s seed off his face. He looked up with fascination at the cock ring in Julio’s hand and sighed. What a goddamn lucky find! Did Elise even know the value of what she’d sold?! The possibilities drove him mad. And now he and his best friend had it, free to do as they wished.

Malik swallowed excitedly, “Can I try it on?”

My head was lolled back, swimming in the sticky sweet high I was cooking off of Zack’s weed. He’d invited me over after practice to try out this “unbelievable” new pipe he found at Elise’s, that curio shop on the outskirts of town… a real high fantasy piece, this ancient, loooong wooden smoking pipe with tiny, intricately carved designs along the stem and bowl. Real Gandalf the Grey type shit. Either the weed or the pipe must have been working—my bones felt like gum, like putty that sunk into the curves of the couch with me… Zack’s new pipe really was ‘unbelievable,’ I couldn’t remember being this high before. I’ve smoked his expensive, super premium stash before, but this was something different. Barely two or three puffs in and I was drifting up the river.

In the middle of the thrumming buzz I was enjoying, I heard something weird. It sounded like… I don’t know, like you know when you rub your fingers across the surface of an inflated balloon? That tight, almost classically rubbery stretching sound? Well, it was that, but like it was buried underwater or deep under sheets or something.

I rolled my head over to Zack to see if he was hearing it too, and it was at that moment that I thought Zack had given me something way stronger than weed, because what I was seeing was impossible… though it definitely explained what I was hearing.

Zack was tugging his cock—big surprise, sure, the fucker was a near constant horn-dawg—but that wasn’t all. With each squeezing tug, Zack was… stretching his cock further and further out from his crotch. It maintained its veiny thickness and its beet-red, sleeved fire poker appearance, just extended several inches—working quickly towards several feet—longer than it normally way, drooling a ton of pre onto the fabric of his couch.

Between pleasured pants of breath, he looked up and caught me staring.

“That’s a hell of a pipe, huh?” He huffed with a grin.

“That,” I nodded at the pipe on the coffee table with the still-smoldering bud inside, “or that?” I stared back at his still-extending cock, throbbing as it bobbed lazily up and down in its stiffness.

“Huuuhuhuh, the pipe, dude,” he intoned deeply between chuckles and winced out another moan, “told you it’s extra special. C’mon, can’t you feel it? Try it.”

“Try what?” I swallowed, wondering if he was inviting me to suck him off. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d slobbed his knob, just shit, not under these… these circumstances.

He sucked his teeth disappointedly, “C’mon bro, I know you feel it, too. That oozing, pulling… Troy just give in man, it’s great!”

“Try..?” What was he talking about? I was reminded of the putty-like sensation in my bones. I’d chocked it up to just a really intense high, but… now?

I blinked. He blinked back. He gave me a small nod with a wide grin. Heart racing, I leaned back, locking my hand around my other wrist and widening my legs, and groaned in a much-needed stretch. Only now, I felt my entire self streeeeeetch along with me.

“Fuuuck me, Zack…” I groaned in an exhale, untensing from the stretch.

“Mmff, this is gonna rock your world, Troy.”

Humming in pleasure, I heard that familiar, buried elastic sound, I felt my arms extending further and further out from my shoulders and I saw my legs extending further underneath Zack’s cheap ass, stained coffee table. In the middle of the stretch, I looked over with a dumb grin at Zack, who had his own dumb cheeky grin plastered across his face, still sending his cock out further into the air between squeezing pumps of his shaft. With his other hand, he slapped his palm on my chest—hardened from years of training and familiar to Zack’s greedy squeezes—and he roughly grabbed a handful of my pec muscle. My muscular tit was like putty under his touch as he manhandled me. I love it when he feels me up to get himself off. Before removing his hand, he rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, eliciting a wincing groan from me, and tugged it, repeatedly, roughly, like he was milking me. My nip sprung out of his grip in a long, stiff, udder-like poker, which he teasingly flicked before taking one last muscular squeeze of my tit. I just stared back at him with panting breaths and ‘Mooooo’ed at him, prompting deep, stoned, guttural laughs from both of us.

I dropped my arms from the big stretch in an even bigger sigh, ogling at my new and improved length, ‘miring the strong, stretched out curves of my arms and legs with indulgent flexes. I stood up, marveling at my new height, continuing to flex out my stretched out limbs. They still maintained their lacrosse-fit musculature, just with Jack Skellington, goofy ass proportions. My udder-nipple had shrank back to its standard size, but I could still feel his phantom grip on my tit. I huffed some laughter over at Zack who was chuckling stupidly himself, drinking in the show I was putting on. He grinned with a bit lip at my groin as he nodded down at my groin. Shit, I was hard as a fucking rock in my gym shorts.

“You like all that, huh?” He teased, reaching his arm out from his still seated position in a slow, audible stretch, and tickled my drooling tip over my shorts.

“Dude, this is insane,” I mumbled, taking his hand in mine at the end of his stretched out arm, feeling our fingers stretch and wrap around each other. We huffed grinning pants of breath at each other, shuddering as I felt the results of his tickle send more blood to my dick.

“Hey, big guy,” Zack whispered, using his extended hands to gently squeeze my package, prompting me to flex my cock against his palm, grinning wickedly at him.

“I could milk you all day… But am I gonna have to stretch that out for you too, or…?”

“You want me to be bigger than you again that badly, huh?” I teased.

He waggled his hyper cock at me with a sly smirk, “You got a looooot of catching up to do.”

I used my other hand to slide my shorts down and let them drop to the floor. He intensified his tugging at his inhumanly long cock, sending it throbbing longer and longer, bobbing even closer to me as I began squeezing my own dick.

“Go on, stud,” he bit his lip and raised his eyebrow towards my dick. I grinned back and gave my dick a firm squeeeeze and pull, feeling it lengthen with orgasmic, semi-painful intensity.

“Ggguuuhuhuhuhh, duuuuude,” I groaned deeply, gasping at the sensation of my thick shaft surging longer, extending my length, getting bigger for my teammate.

I let go and waggled my 3 inches-longer cock at him and he groaned, unspooling his own dick even longer. “What the fuck, man…” I huffed in ecstatic disbelief.

I used one hand to continue matching his pace, coaxing my dick into cartoonish proportions like his. I used my other hand to wrap around both of our outstretched rods. My palms widened and my fingers wrapped around our shafts like five hungry pythons, sliding back and forth, running our turtleneck foreskins up and down our looney-toons-ass cocks. I coaxed my cock bigger, thicker, longer as I squeezed it against his. If he wanted to tug my tit into a milk udder then he was gonna know what it’s like to feel a cock outgrow his, sliding against his own. We couldn’t help but giggle like schoolboys between erotic gasps of air. Fuck, we could do anything.

Suddenly, I had a ridiculous idea. I untangled my fingers around our shafts and shook out my hand, feeling and hearing my fingers make fleshy slaps as they retreated back to their normal sizes. Then, extending my arms to allow my hands to reach the end of my inflated cock head, I slooooowly inserted ooone, guuhhhh…. then tttttwo (!!) fingers from opposite hands into my slit, which was belching insane amounts of pre, shuddering at the odd sensation, and gently, delicately, spreeeaaad my fingers apart.

I huffed erotically at the cool air kissing the fleshy tube inside my cock, feeling the warm, slimy walls within straining against my fingers. Looking down at Zack, I smirked between pants of breath as I aimed the open maw of my cock directly at his drooling, multiple feet-extended cock head, opening it towards him with a slack-jawed wink.

He let out a dumb cackle and grinned up at me, “That’s why I love you, bro. You’re a fucking lunatic.”

Without responding, I fed his cock head into my shaft. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the chance to do sounding on yourself with another man’s dick, but lemme tell you, 10/10. I slipped my fingers out of my cock with a sharp exhale in order to use both hands to streeeetch my foreskin down over both our shafts, hearing him moan at the warmth of my hood enveloping him. I let the natural suction of my cock feed more of him in, both of us staring into each others eyes in orgasmic wonder as my cock appeared to swallow his from within our shared, soft, stretchy, fleshy tube. As both of us slowly bucked forward and back, I could feel every inch of him within me, every curve, every vein, every heartbeat, every throb, just driving me fucking wild. Zack seemed to feel the same, rolling his head back and moaning as his dick was enveloped by the warm slimy sleeve of my own gaping cock.

Zack’s face looked to be in sheer ecstasy, the fucker was loving what I was doing to him. I couldn’t help but moan with him as his eyes rolled back into their sockets, exposing the whites of his eyes, with his mouth slung open in a perpetual, lazy smile. Rivers of drool were pouring out the sides of his mouth, while I again heard that familiar, elastic pulling sound, only to look down and discover that it wasn’t just the one part of Zack that was stretching now, but every part. His shoulders, hips, elbows, every joint, every fiber of him was reaching itself out farther, building to a maddening, all-encompassing climax.

I activated my pelvic floor and started intensifying my sucking assault on his dick, grunting and growling down at my unfurling, gooning fucktoy friend as I heard, actually heard my surging cock suck and gulp at Zack’s raging, ranging boner. As Zack groaned and gasped his way to a stampeding climax, his muscular neck audibly stretched higher and higher from his wide shoulders, his dripping tongue lolled out in a massively stretched-out curtain, his gasps quickened to an alarming pace, until—!!

ln a gooning ecstatic crescendo, Zack’s climax was marked more with a series guttural, almost choking “UNNG!!”s—rather than the noisy moans he’s whined out for the last several minutes—as his hog spat pints of hot, gooey Zack juice directly into my cock. Seems like I sent him to a whole new plane of sexual satisfaction. The feel of his hot batter filling up the inside of my own dick was enough to send me over the edge almost simultaneously. I gasped in a high groan as I felt my shaft quickly balloon, with another cock corking the coming geyser of cum trying to force its way out of me. If I hadn’t seemingly been made of rubber, it might have killed me!

I stepped back, whining at the truly unbelievable feeling of another cock sliding out of your own, and felt the damn break at the same time I heard it. Noisy, musky, heavy splats filled the room as I dumped what must have been a gallon of jizz, half on the couch and floor, half on Zack himself.

I stood there, he sat there, we both chugged at the air with heavy orgasmic pants as our bodies were slowly retracting and reforming back to their usual shape and size. He cracked a heaving smirk at me and I returned it.

I closed the distance between us and collapsed onto him, covering his jizzy, sweat-soaked chest and neck with kisses as I moved up to his face. Zack met my smooches with his own. I covered his mouth with my own and frenched him hungrily, sucking his lips into my mouth while I stretched my tongue into his. His own tongue fought and tangled with mine in his mouth as we both moaned into each others face. We could’ve been there for hours, locked in heat, smushing our still-deflating rods together, adoring each other completely.

We disconnected with a wet *pop,* Zack’s stretched out lips cheeks dripping with my slobber and slowly retracting back, and my tongue taking a little bit to spool back into my mouth. We dumbly laughed at the absurdity of it all and I rested my head on his chest.

“Never took you at the ‘kisses after sex’ type,” he teased, his speech somewhat affected by his suck-puffed lips.

“Yeah, well,” I sighed contentedly. “Things have changed.”

“Shit, you could say that again,” Zack agreed as he looked over at the wizard pipe (might as well have been an actual wizard’s pipe at this point). He huffed a laugh, “Crazy, we still have like half a bowl left. Wanna go again?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, man,” I responded without a moments hesitation. “I have so much I wanna try.”

“Me too. Matter of fact, I was thinking how cool it would be for me to show up to practice tomorrow in a Troy Suit.”

“A ‘Troy S—’?” I paused to consider then immediately understood where he was going with this and met his raised eyebrows with an open jawed grin. Fuck yeah, a Troy Suit. I wonder what I look like with the power of two stuffed into one?! This could be mind shatteringly hot.

•”Hey boys 😜” Brennan captioned his mirror selfie to his friends in their gaming group chat.

The group chat started blowing up.

• “Not cool, Ruben, give Brennan his phone back.”

• “yeah jus cuz ur bigger doesn’t make u better”

• “fuck u ruben don’t be a dick”

Brennan laughed to himself. Oh, was he about to rock their worlds.

• “Guys, it’s me!! It’s Brennan!”

• “Bullshit, give Brennan his phone back”

• “what is it with jocks like u”

• “Seriously, guys, it’s me! I can prove it”

• “yeah yeah. you know, he should really report you for the constant bullying”

He continued laughing. Guess he’d have to prove it.

• “Joey, your mom’s been fucking your math teacher since you were in high school; Mel, you’ve been stealing bananas and cereal bars from the campus cafeteria since August; Carl, you came out to me in April of last year.”

Oooh, they were gonna be mad.

• “DUDE!!!”

• “not fucking cool man, brennan said i could trust him”

• “it’s not even a crime, i’m paying for the food plan anyways lol”

• “Asshole! lol there wasn’t a better way to convince us than laying all of our shit out to Ruben??”

• “yeah well hey guys brennan’s gay too, he told me when i told him”

• “yeah no shit guys”

• “No shit, Sherlock, we all know”

• “wait, seriously???”

Brennan kept laughing to himself. Sure, it was a dick move, but he wasn’t going to spend hours convincing them, may as well rip the bandaid off.

• “lol sorry guys. So,… whadya think??”

• “what do we think? really? i think this is a huge set up for a prank that won’t have a lot of payoff.”

• “I mean it’s fucking impressive dude!! Love the commitment to the bit. Okay, I’ll play along. How did it happen? What did you do?”

• “yeah and where’s your body, huh?”

• “It’s in here! I’m in him!”

• “lmao what like a possession?”

• “Yep, exactly like that!”

• “Wait, wait I wanna hear this! So tell us what happened, Ruben”

• “Well we were on the couch and he had just gotten back from one of his benders and he seemed to be in a good mood! Or at least a less abusive mood… I figured it would be nice to take advantage of his drunken niceness while it was still around and I asked him if he wanted to play Smash Bros.”

• “bad move ruben”

• “yeah you’d totally get crushed, brennan’s a pro in ssb!”

• “Aww, shucks, thanks guys.”

Wait, were they seriously still calling bullshit on this?

• “Anyways, he agrees and we’re picking players and he says that there’s no use in competition without bets and I was like so what do you have in mind and he was like oh well I guess if I win you have to wear my stinky shoes around your neck while we’re in the apartment, which I was secretly like ok fine by me lol”

• “lol brennan would probably do it voluntarily”

• “🤣”

• “🖕. lol anyways, he was like so what’s your side of the bet and I was feeling a little randy bc of the situation, like he’s never ever nice to me or hangs out or anything and he smelled so delicious sitting across from me and he always has this unbeatable confidence, it’s just…. ugh you get the point. So, I said,, well how about I get to possess your body whenever I want to if I win”

• “Oh woooowwww, no way Brennan, real original”

• “he’s writing the plot for his new wank material guys lol”

• “¯\_(ツ)_/¯ like I said, I was in the mood!! And he was like lol ok whatever and OF COURSE the match turns out exactly like you’d expect. He went from 5 to 0 stocks in like a minute and a half. Anyways he shrugs and says a bets a bet, laughs and the starts heading back to his room to sleep. As he’s walking I can’t help but think about how nice it would be if it were true and imagined myself taking control of him and then guys. I’m dead serious. I started hovering”

• “holy shit this is sad”

• “okay casper lol”

• “Guys seriously! My body just like lifted itself off the couch and started twisting and elongating and pulling me out of my clothes! I was like spiraling through the air or something! I couldn’t see a lot, but I could see I was approaching his ass. Dudes, really, it was like it was happening without my control. I could feel myself slide up his gym shorts and up his asshole. After that everything went dark but I could feel myself like getting bigger and heavier? It felt like I was stretching taller and my body was packing on weight. I opened my eyes and then BAM! I’m fucking Ruben!!”

The group chat fell silent. No one responded for a while. After about 3 min, another notification popped up, this time from Joey.

• “Ruben, seriously if this is a prank I’m gonna be fucking pissed.”

Brennan rolled his eyes. They still didn’t believe him. Alright, time to break out the big guns.

He pressed on the group video chat icon. It rang for a few seconds and then everyone eventually picked up and groaned in annoyance that the alleged bit was still going.

“Okay, look,” he panned the camera around the room, “No Brennan,” he went to all of the rooms in their dorm suite and panned the camera, “No Brennan,” he opened up every closet and peeked under every bed in the apartment, “No Brennan. I’m using my phone, Brennan’s phone, and I don’t go anywhere without my phone, you guys know that. I’m in fucking here! I’m Brennan, okay?” He had the camera facing himself and his big pecs heaved with slight breathlessness from scouring the dorm suite and passionately defending himself. Come on, how much more convincing did they need??

“Okay, fine, but he could be right outside.”

“Yeah or you could have locked him out or something. There are several ways he could’ve put you up to this.”

“Uh huh, this is highly unlikely. good attempt though. again, loved the commitment.”

Brennan grunted deeply in frustration, “God—fuck, okay, just… Rrrngg—How can I…” Almost defeated by this conversation, he figured he’d gotten all the way to this point, so he may as well take it all the way. He stormed into the living room and opened his laptop and typed in his password (making sure the boys could see him typing in his own password). He set up the video recorder and angled the camera down at his, or rather Ruben’s groin and scooped his junk out, held his nut sack and thick flaccid shaft together in his hands. He then swung his huge package around, making absurd noises and doing an embarrassing dance as he did. The group was a symphony of shocked proclamations and groans. “Yeah, fuckers—now watch.” He dragged the video file over to the messenger app and dropped the video in their group chat and heard the chorus of dings as the lurid video was sent to each of their phones.

He picked up his phone and returned to their conversation. “See?! Would straight ass Ruben do that?? Would homophobe Ruben do that?? Would joyless asshole Ruben do that?? Would he send a fucking video like that to you three fucking people??!”

“Jesus! Fine man, you made your point!”

“Damn, dude, this is hot as shit! No fucking way… How in the fuck?!”

“No fucking way. Dude, this is insane.”

Brennan was distracted for a moment smelling the fingers that had just been on his crotch, “I told you guys! It’s fucking incredible…” He was mesmerized by his pecs, squeezing them firmly and intensely, flexing them and rubbing his hands over his abs, biting his lip.

“So, uh, how’d you do it?”

He was brought back to reality by the question, “Hmm?”

“How did you.. I don’t know, possess Ruben? How?”

“Oh, uhh, I’m… I’m not really sure… Like I said, it was just a bet before. I guess my body just… I don’t know, like responded to the bet or something? Like it had to follow through maybe.”

Carl was clearly incredibly turned on by Brennan’s sudden ability. Mel was mesmerized, checking Brennan (or Ruben) out through the screen. Joey just seemed intrigued.

“So you think it’ll work again? Like it did before? Or was it more of a one-time thing…”

He considered the question… “Well, I don’t know…”

“Well, couldn’t you try? Just to see what happens?”

The guys were clearly interested in exploring this thing Brennan just discovered under an hour ago. He could see where this was going, so he figured he should invite them over for some testing. “I-I-I don’t know, you know? I mean, sure, obviously, right? I guess if y’all want to, you could come o—“

Carl interrupted, “I bet if I can finish this sentence, you’ll have a sharper face.”

Everyone stopped in shock and fascination as Brennan’s (but really Ruben’s) jaw suddenly became sharper and more defined, his chin becoming more angular and pronounced. His other facial features adjusted, too, to complement

Brennan reached up and felt his face, shocked by the unfamiliar ridges. “Well, I guess that answers your question, fellas…” he was very turned on by what was happening but also slightly anxious about what his joker friends were about to pull. “Hey, so let’s—“

“I bet if I finished this sentence, you’ll grow 2 feet taller.”

“Hhhrmmpfff shitttt,” Brennan squeezed his eyes shut tight as he could feel his body morphing all around him. Suddenly, Brennan shot up in Ruben’s body, “UURNG!” taking him from a respectable 6’2” to an imposing 8’2”, “Mmmrrfff!” his body growing proportionally with his growth. “Guuuh—fuck, you guys,” shit, now they could really get into it. He laughed nervously, “Heheh, that’s wicked, you guys! But I still need to function in society, don’t get too c—“

“I bet if I breathe air right now, you’ll get 150 lbs. more jacked,” Mel butted in.

“—arried awa—AWWW FUUUUCCCCKK!!!” He arched his back and his skin became deep red and hot to the touch, “MMRrrmmmmfffuckkkk, what are you going doing to me?!” His body twisted and contorted and they could hear bones snapping and rearranging themselves, “Ooohh yeeaah, MRRMFF! Fuck yeah, here it comessssss!” As if like a bomb, his body erupted all over with new muscle, his muscle groups audibly swelling and competing with one another for dominance. He struggled to contain himself as he burst into manic giggling, stumbling with his new weight and trying to keep himself from crushing his phone. His body continued pulsing larger, filling out to nearly 500-550 lbs. He couldn’t believe his gym shorts were still holding on! “Fuckin’ shit, it just keeps coming boys!!” His voice boomed ridiculously deeper but still maintaining Ruben’s signature gravelly voice. His ass swelled behind him, his guns became impossibly large, his pecs grew so hard and large that they looked like they could could stop a train, and his legs became as thick as tree trunks. “Oh shitttt!!” he gritted his teeth and his gym shorts exploded around him, making his hard cock flop out and bob up and down. “Guys…” he pleaded, “guys, please, I gotta—“

“I bet if I drank water right now you’d have a 2 foot long and 2 liter bottle thick cock.”

“Yeah, and I bet if I can finish this sentence you’ll grow cantaloupe-sized nuts.”

“Fuck it, I’ll join in! I bet if I breathe right now, hmmm… hell, that you’ll cum a gallon of jizz!”

Holy god alrighty, Brennan had to put his phone down or it would shatter. He tossed it against the couch but it landed in a position that gave the group a full view of his next phase. “Oooohh, fuuuucck guyssss,” He fell to his hands and knees and groaned as his hard cock began snaking forward from his crotch and started thickening ridiculously large, as if inflating like a clown’s balloon. He looked down past his huge slabs of pecs and saw Ruben’s cock blown larger and longer than it had ever been. If it weren’t for his massive muscles, he bet he could bend over and easily put it into his mouth. He giggled dumbly, maybe he still could. “Shhhiiit dudesss, I’m like a fuckin’ horse now! I bet I could—UUNNG!” His hips started bucking as a heavy, pendulous set of balls swelled hugely and hung down, nearly touching the floor. His moaning and groaning started to build quicker and more intense, as did moans and groans of the guy’s in the chat as they watched their friend hulk out and approach orgasm in someone else’s body. “Fuck boys, I’m gonna—Hoooohh shit, I’m gonna—“ Brennan expelled a huge and thunderous moan in Ruben’s body as the levee within him broke. A massive torrent of jizz came firing out of his mammoth cock with rapid procession. They watched his ass flex and unflex, flex and unflex over and over again as he bucked out load after massive load. Carl and Mel could both be heard climaxing as well over the phone as they watched their titan buddy spill pints and pints of someone else’s cum. There was silence among the three for a while as they watched with fascination while Brennan unloaded an unreal amount of jizz onto himself and the floor below him.

After what felt like a full minute of bucking and squirting, Brennan caught his breath. His torso and jaws were absolutely soaked and the carpeted floor beneath him was basically ruined (how were they going to explain that to maintenance?) and an intense smell pervaded throughout the suite. He stood up, dripping slow globs of spunk off his enormous body, and grabbed his phone, still breathless and collecting himself. He looked into the phone panting and grinning, as his three friends sat staring at him in disbelief. He sauntered over to the suite’s kitchen, propped his phone against the toaster oven, lifted his gigantic cock up and letting it slap down wetly on top the counter to rest there instead of hanging heavily against his thighs, and folded his huge arms in front of him, grinning hazily at his phone.

“Looking good, stud,” Carl broke the silence.

“Seriously, just… wow,” Mel agreed.

“Fucking incredible, dude, just… I’m speechless.” Joey concluded.

“Geez guys, I don’t know who to thank,” Brennan joked as he brought an arm up to flex and check out.

The three sat admiring Brennan checking himself out. He looked down at his jizz-soaked torso. With two meaty fingers, he scooped up a large helping of spunk and held it up to his face observing it. A kinky idea came to his head.

“I bet…”

Carl perked up excitedly. Mel raised his eyebrows in intrigue. Joey’s eyes grew huge in horrified realization.

“… that if I slurped down some of this jizz…”

“Dude, don’t, seriously, I’m back in my hometown at my parents house!”

“Yeah, man, fuck yeah, come on! Do it!”

“Woah, woah, I’m in the library, what’s about to happen?”

“… that the same growth that happened to me… happens to you guys too.”

He grinned slyly at the camera as looks of panic, excitement, and confusion flashed across his screen.

“No! Dude, seriously! I can’t do this in front of my folks!”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yeah, Brennan, do it!”

“Shit, I guess I had this coming..”

Brennan stuck the two jizz-covered fingers in his mouth and sucked eagerly, savoring and swallowing the sweet/salty liquid. As he sucked his fingers, a mixture of excited, panicked and confused voices came through. He started rubbing his hands over his sticky, slimy chest and abs, massaging his spunk into his meaty physique and bringing his hands up to his mouth to suck clean. As he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of his seed over and over again, he heard maniacal laughter, confused but horny intrigue, and strained annoyance come through grunting and groaning.

It's a shame that I had to turn one of my followers into a pair of shorts just for this but I gotta give the people what they want.

I really didn't feel like changing so I wore him to the gym. Pretty comfortable actually but I got way sweatier than I usually do. Hope he doesn't mind hahaha. It's not my fault these shorts aren't vented like my Gymshark ones. Don't blame me, blame anon.

Tbh wearing basketball shorts was a great suggestion. I just hope the sweat doesn't do permanent damage to his mind or whatever.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Hey, Bro

— MFHHH! – The nerd struggled, trying to scream in vain as an athlete tugged at him, pulling him toward the fraternity's threshold. No matter how hard he tried to hold on to avoid being pulled back, the other was much stronger, his enormous biceps pressed firmly against his thin torso. Tears streamed down the guy's face in despair. It couldn't end like this. He needed to escape, he needed to tell someone, warn them, anything. But the way things were going… he was sure to end up exactly like the person who had led him to investigate this place in the first place.

Wallace was a nerd like any other, studying applied mathematics. He wasn't very popular, unlike other muscular athletes who were surrounded by friends and girls who wanted to be with them; but that didn't matter to him. He had David, his best friend.

They were both "weird" together, with geeky tastes, almost always talking about anime and other things related to video games and superheroes. They were inseparable.

Until one day, David disappeared. His room was very close to one of the fraternity mansions on campus, Delta Phi Alpha. They were known as the "Delphis", all of them with the appearance of almost marble statues, perfect muscles, bulging biceps, charismatic smiles, and that air of superiority with every step they took, but also with the intelligence of a rock.

The last location he had of his friend was literally in front of the fraternity.

Days and weeks continued to pass until he noticed a new guy in the lineup of athletes and other stereotypical fraternity brothers. He was… gigantic, almost two meters tall, with broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, enormous pecs, and perfect hair, although he wasn't… Very intelligent, to say the least. He was always making stupid jokes, laughing at his own smell or even making the dumbest fart jokes imaginable.

But there was a certain… Familiarity about that guy that kept Wallace awake at night, as if behind that enormous layer of muscle, there was someone he knew, his eyes… How his smile sometimes twisted.

All those doubts and questions led him to decide one night to sneak into the fraternity house. It would surely be empty because of a party on campus; it was clear the athletes wouldn't miss a second of making out left and right, drinking, or even showing off their muscles.

Wallace thought he would have to force the lock, but to his surprise, the door was open. A single push and it slowly opened, welcoming him into the dark, silent house. He swallowed at the unsettling idea that a place that was surely full of noise, smelly athletes, and music was so… empty and gloomy.

He turned on his phone's flashlight and slowly made his way through the rooms. It wasn't particularly strange, really. There was a kitchen, a large dining room, and a living room. It had frames with pictures of past generations of Delta Phi Alpha brothers. Everything was neatly arranged, though with a faint smell of socks. Wallace was about to turn around when something caught his eye out of the corner of his eye.

On the living room coffee table, there was a book. It was thick; it looked like a yearbook. The nerd raised an eyebrow, approaching to kneel and begin flipping through it. It was mostly clippings, photographs from fraternity events and parties, some scribbled notes; it looked like any other book. But as he turned the pages, he came to a strange section: New Brothers, Class of 2026. He flipped the page, not paying much attention. There were photos of its members, all sweaty guys with those mindless smiles, more muscle than brains, wearing tight athletic wear. They all belonged to some sports team; some were even in other kinds of clubs and workshops. But he began to notice a pattern.

All the photos of the members had other photos next to them, photos of… other people. Nerds, chubby guys, some average-looking guys – they all fit the description of “unattractive people” or people who couldn't compare to the demigods who occupied that house.

There were only the photographs, like a before and after, notes with their names and… new careers? His heart pounded as he flipped through the pages. Some people were strangers, but others were guys he'd never seen again. One was from his book club, another used to play Dungeons & Dragons with him in his free time, another one he thought had returned home after his university exchange program.

And suddenly, David's photo appeared, next to the same new guy. Wallace's gaze focused on both portraits. They were different, yet there were features that betrayed the traces of transformation: the eyes, the shape of the lips, the skin tone. The nerd felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He had to warn someone, he had to stop whatever it was. He activated his phone's camera, snapping photo after photo, all the evidence he needed to expose what was happening in that sick fraternity.

He closed the book again to avoid leaving a trace, silently approaching the entrance to run, but a feeling along his spine told him he wasn't entirely alone.

— You're leaving without saying hello? – It was a deep, resonant voice. Heavy footsteps rumbled across the wooden floorboards until a silhouette emerged in the light from the streetlamps outside. It was David.

— I... I-I – Wallace stammered, clutching his phone, his feet trembling. He was completely paralyzed, frozen in place – D-David, I want to help you.

— David? Nah, that's a loser name. I'm called Bryce now, bro. Help me? Don't talk nonsense! – He let out a silly laugh, moving closer to him – I'm fantastic now. I'm not a loser anymore. I've got muscles, and this smell, phew, it's the best. Why would I want to go back to how I was before? – Wallace and he stared at each other, the silence burning like ice – Actually… I think I'll help you, bro. How could I forget my best friend?

Must be quite a trip, looking up at your own body while you melt, motionless, in a form you could never comprehend would be possible to end up in. You must be so confused. Probably already forgot what literally just happened to you. You can’t really think much, now that your mind is liquid, just like all of you is now. Let me put it into terms what’s left of you can understand. I used my powers to absorb into your body, and quickly rubbed one out, splooging over the edge of the bibs you’d been wearing, and in that load of jizz was all of the information that made you, you. I just ejaculated you out of your own body. You’re just a puddle of rapidly cooling semen on the floor now. You gotta admit, your body looks good from this angle, huh? Yeah, that’s why I stole it from you, loser. There’s only room in this vessel for one of us. So now I’m gonna step on the glob you’ve become, with your own foot in your own shoes, push you into this shower drain over here, and assume your place in the race, and in the world as a whole. I’m the new you. You’re just a wad of discarded cyclist cum. Bye, loser!

“You said it bro! I can’t believe that worked!”

When the evil warlock transformed the trio of arrogant Yale jocks into their own sweaty singlets, he didn’t tell them that they’d be able to possess the first man who wore them, and switch places so that the wearer was now the singlet and they could have his body. It was a complex magic spell that the young Ivy League wizard had just mastered, testing it on a bunch of these rude jockboys who insulted his all-black wardrobe and purple eyes. The three runners: Dom, Kevin, and Ethan flopped to the running track, motionless singlets with their spirits trapped in the fabric, their faces now only appearing as the letter Y, branded by their own college.

It wasn’t until 2 days later that these other runners found them, laughing at the randomness of 3 singlets being left out on the track. Though they were now just singlets, the 3 boys could still sense everything around them, so they heard their curious teammates talk about them, and recognized their voices as their pals Brody, Levi, and Duke, who also dissed the warlock.

“Well there you go, Brody, some serendipity. You forgot our gear at the dorm, here’s some extra singlets we can try on. Maybe I won’t make you walk back after all.”

“Gross, I’m not putting one of those on, who knows who wore those? They stink!”

“Come on, Bro, either this or you run back. I’ll wear it.”

Eventually, the 3 jocks put on the singlets, and Brody could swear he heard his singlet moan as he slid it on. The boys all instantly became aroused, but then they started to feel something strange come over them. The 3 other athletes transformed as their singlets now took over the men wearing them, and Brody, Duke, and Levi found themselves trapped as the sweaty singlet they’d just put on. They can still just barely move, enough to make their friends’ dicks start to get hard in them. Dom, Kevin, and Ethan, now in Brody, Levi, and Duke’s bodies, laugh at how good it feels to have new bodies, not caring that they’re wearing their teammates and even starting to take their strength by sweating in them. Dom jokes that it feels like he’s getting the best head of his life from Brody down there.

The mysterious warlock sees this all from the shadows of the stands and laughs to himself as his spell worked.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Back To Freshman

Do I look happy with this body? Hell no! When the Great Shift hit, I thought I'd end up with a more... attractive, sexy body. I know people who ended up with the bodies of bodybuilders, models, one even ended up with the body of a fucking movie star!

And me?! I ended up with the body of this guy who's barely 18!

My old body wasn't exactly the epitome of male beauty. I was kind of chubby, approaching 30, starting to go bald, and didn't have much luck with dates or one-night stands, but at least I had a good job at a city law firm. So why am I complaining when I have youth, a more attractive, and slimmer body?

Because all my work experience and money went down the drain! I had to start all over again, I'm barely enrolled in university, in a degree which I know absolutely nothing about and don't like. My job now belongs to someone else, my bank account is in my old name, and when I try to contact my old body to at least negotiate something, it just laughed on speakerphone and hung up, then blocked me everywhere.

It sucks.

I'm enjoying a bit of youth, though. This body attracts everyone's attention, and I like the tan I have now, these firm arms, compact pecs, and a good pair of abs. Even my clothes fit much better.

Today I also have a date with a guy who ended up in the body of one of my current body's classmates. He says he was a Hollywood star but never dared to come out before or something like that (I have no idea if he's lying, and I don't really care, to be honest). It's a new beginning for everyone, though, damn.

I'm really going to miss my job and my money, and not being just some guy with no experience, no job, no career, and no money. This is going to be so tedious… Fuck.

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