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One lad—beanie, sleeve tattoos, shit-eating grin—finally noticed Brick looming. "Yo Coach, chill! We're just—"

Brick's hand clamped over the kid's mouth. Warmth flooded his palm. The absorption hit like a steroid shot to the heart. Muscles writhed under Brick's hoodie as the kid's legs buckled, his body deflating like a punctured balloon. The other boxer screamed—for exactly three seconds—before Brick's other hand smothered him too. Their energy and nutrients hit his bloodstream like gasoline. His spine popped, straightening. Gray stubble darkened. Wrinkles melted.

By the time the gym door swung open, Brick was twenty-one again, veins snaking over biceps thicker than the kids' waists had been. He grinned at the new arrivals—five more chucklefucks with their phones out. His pecs twitched. "Alright, pussies," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Pair up."

The neighborhood pool looked smaller than Jake remembered. Not physically smaller, obviously. But standing outside the chain-link fence early in the morning with Liam and Hunter crowded beside him, it suddenly felt weirdly… tiny. Like the whole place had been built for children. 

Which, technically, it had. I mean, the faded sign out front still read: CEDAR HILLS COMMUNITY POOL; NO RUNNING; NO DIVING IN SHALLOW END

Jake stared at it for a long second before snickering.

“Focus,” Liam muttered, though he was grinning too. “We still gotta do this before Coach realizes anything’s missing.”

At that, the group collectively looked down toward the black duffel bag sitting between them. The bag contained enough serum concentrate to probably ruin several lives. Jake nudged it proudly with his worn flip flop.

“Correction,” he thought. “Improve several lives.”

—

The previous afternoon. 

Getting the serum had turned out disturbingly easy. Coach trusted them too much. He never locked the office while the team practiced because somebody was always running in and out grabbing stopwatches, towels, lineup sheets, electrolyte packs, whatever. Normally the filing cabinet stayed locked though.

But Coach had also made the mistake of complaining. Specifically about his poor back. which led to Liam volunteering to help clean equipment after practice while Jake distracted Coach with fake questions about relay strategy.

Meanwhile, Hunter had stood lookout outside the office pretending to scroll on his phone while Liam slipped inside. The office smelled exactly the same as three months ago, when he and Jake begged Coach for recruitment drinks. Now he crouched in front of the filing cabinet with a borrowed key ring trembling slightly in his fingers from anticipation,

The rows of bottles were exactly as he remembered. Red, Blue, Orange, Purple, All glowing faintly beneath the dim office light. Liam shoved as many bottles as he could fit into the duffel.

Later, after every piece of equipment was packed away. The boys hurried to the parking lot, chuckling and joking, excitement swimming in their stomachs like fish. 

—

Back in the present, the neighborhood pool gates rattled softly as Liam opened them with his key.

“Still think this is a little insane,” Hunter muttered, passing the duffel over.

“Too late now,” Jake said.

The pool sat perfectly still beneath the early morning sun. Waiting for somthing, waiting for them. Liam unzipped the duffel and Neon colors nearly blinded him.

Hunter let out a low whistle. “Damn. You got  a lot, brah”

Jake crouched beside the edge of the pool, grinning like an idiot. “Ready?”

 Liam looked uncertain for exactly one second. Then he smiled too. “Ready.”

Together, the three boys unscrewed the caps and poured them one by one, into the pool. Orange, Blue, Purple, Green, steaks mixed with the clear water before fading away, disguised perfectly for unsuspecting victims. 

The boys stared down into the shimmering water. “Now, we just wait.” Jake said with an excited grin.

————————

Marianne loved getting to the pool early. It was the optimal time, her fellow retirees didn't show up until nine. The families didn't arrive until noon. And the teenagers usually slept until the afternoon, leaving the first few hours blissfully quiet.

She settled into a lounge chair near the shallow end, oval sunglasses perched on her nose and a worn, familiar paperback novel resting on her stomach. The morning sun felt good on her skin after a week of business casual. She could hear a few younger men that had been sitting near the entrance when she had arrived. Their loud blunts of laughter and frenzied teasing made her nostalgic for her high school days

She shook her head and returned to her book. An hour later she was regretting that decision. The heat had become oppressive, the summer arriving in a heavy fog of humidity. The air clung to her skin. Sweat dampened the back of her neck as she tried to cool herself. She fanned herself with her novel.

"Good grief." She said glancing at the pool with growing interest. She didn’t normally get in the pool on these mornings, but today might be an exception. The surface of the water shimmered beneath the harsh sunlight.

Making up her mind. Marianne set her book aside and stood. Her knees protested immediately.

"One day," she muttered to herself, "I'm replacing every joint in my body."

She made her way toward the pool steps. lowering one foot into the shallow end, she noticed how unusually clear the water looked today. Must have been cleaned recently. The water felt cold against her flushed skin, and a relieved sigh escaped her.

Soon she was waist deep, the coolness wrapping around her like a blanket. The feeling of relief was instant. Marianne closed her eyes and let herself sink to shoulder level. For several seconds she simply floated, content. 

Then a strange tingling sensation crept across her skin. Like the pins-and-needles sensation after a limb wakes up, except it was spreading everywhere at once. Down her arms and across her shoulders. Down through her legs to the tips of her toes. 

Marianne frowned. "That's odd,” she thought.

Then her body began to morph, her limbs got longer and leaner, any hint of flabbiness melted away. Her hands and feet grow to easily double the size, as her body fat dropped dramatically into the tenth decimal place. His body continued to lengthen, his newly grown frame pulling smooth young skin tight. His former breasts pulled into flat pecs, so flat even his abs cut out more visibly. His gray hair receded back into his head, fluffing out into a blonde tik-tok fringe. 

He stood up, drawing his slim body out of the water. He looked down at his body as the changes completed, noticing his new prominent manhood between toned legs. He watched as the bikini he had put on that morning was replaced by a wet white pair of Nike shorts, nearly seen though in the water. He shifted his lighter weight, bouncing experimentally on his new feet. 

Marty glanced at the boys in the corner, “yo, come on in bros!” His brain registering them as his best friends, gaps in his memory filled with dumb jokes, an updated modern vocabulary, and interdict knowledge of the swimming sport. 

His best bro Hunter plunged in beside him, “can’t let the teams champ freestyle distance swim alone” he said with a laugh and a knowing grin, “let’s see who else shows up today.” 

The Simon family had been looking forward to the pool all day.  Of course, it had taken quite a while for Melissa and Brian to get their 12 year old son out the door, clothed, fed, and sunscreened up. All the while, Grandpa Frank had sat comfortably on the front porch swing watching the chaos unfold with complete amusement. 

Eventually the entire family had finally squeezed into the SUV.

Melissa settled into the passenger seat with a relieved sigh. She spent most weekdays juggling work meetings, schedules, and household responsibilities. A quiet afternoon at the pool sounded heavenly to her.

Brian started the engine. He taught history at the local middle school and looked forward to summer almost as much as his students did. Today was one of the first genuinely hot weekends of the season, and the pool sounded better than mowing the lawn.

In the back seat, little Ethan bounced excitedly. Thankfully for the excited boy, The short drive passed quickly, and soon the familiar chain-link fence of Cedar Hills Community Pool came into view. The parking lot was surprisingly busy for a morning.

"Looks like everyone had the same idea," Brian said.

The family unpacked their car and headed toward the entrance, arms laden with bags full of sunscreen, pool toys, and towels. The loud sound of splashing water drifted across the deck, the pool seemed to be filled with teenage boys roughhousing and racing different strokes. Not unusual for the summer, they seemed to be leaving plenty of room for others to enjoy so the Simon’s didn’t mind. What was unusual was the fact the only people anywhere in the complex seemed to be athletic teenage males. Normally there were at least a few other families and some older people sunbathing. 

The moment they claimed some chairs, Ethan was already halfway gone.

"Can I swim?" he asked.

"You haven't even put your stuff down yet," Melissa replied.

"That's not a no."

Brian laughed. "Five minutes. Then sunscreen."

Ethan made a face.

"Five minutes or no swimming at all," Melissa repeated.

The boy dropped his backpack beside their chairs and immediately began drifting toward the water, drawn by the familiar sound of splashing and laughter.

"Don't go far," Brian called.

"I won't!" The answer came without Ethan even turning around. Within seconds he had disappeared around a cluster of lounge chairs.

With a sigh, Brian began unpacking towels and drinks from the cooler while Melissa finally got her moment of peace. Frank stretched his legs and adjusted his fishing hat, talking loudly to Brian about the local baseball team’s chances of making the playoffs.

It wasn't until nearly thirty minutes had passed that Melissa glanced around and frowned. "Hey." She said to her husband.

Brian looked up. "What?"

"Ethan."

"What about him?"

Melissa scanned the pool. "I haven't seen him in a while."

Brian shrugged. "He's probably swimming. I’ll go look for him honey.” 

"Ok, it’s time for him to reapply sunscreen anyway."

He stood up and looked toward the shallow end. Seeing no signs of the twelve-year-old there, he walked across the pool, eyes searching frantically for his son. He stopped at a group of young men who were currently chicken fighting, trying to wrestle each other off their friends shoulders.

“Hey, have any of you boys see-,” he started to say only to be short stocky redhead. 

“Yo Ethen, your dad’s looking for you!” He yelled, cupping his wide hands over his mouth  

Then, from somewhere across the pool, a familiar voice shouted: "Yo, over here!" Before Brian could make sense of what he'd just heard, a burly teenager came splashing through the water toward them.

He was tall and broad shouldered. A silver necklace sitting between plump pecs. He looked athletic in the same aerodynamic way every other young man in the pool seemed to be. He pulled himself out of the water, teal shorts dripping wet, and flashed a wide grin.

"Dad!" He said to Brian’s shock. The kid was looking directly at him.

"Uh..." Brian glanced over his shoulder. "Me?"

The teenager laughed. "Yeah, you."

Brian frowned. The boy's voice sounded familiar, in fact it reminded Brian of his own. Brian peered at him intently. The teenager tilted his head and something about the manner of it started to feed a growing sense of horror. The smile, The eyes, The tiny gap between his front teeth. Brian felt the blood drain from his face. "Ethan?"

"There you go." The teenager grinned. "Took you long enough."

"Ethan?" Brian repeated weakly.

"Yeah?" The teenager grinned.

"What happe—"

Before he could finish, Ethan slung his arm around his father. Feeling the gentle pressure, Brian began to panic. 

“You’ll see,” his son said. With one lazy pull, Ethan pushed him forward. Brian stumbled toward the water, the familiar sound of his son's laughter the last thing he heard as he fell into the water with a Splash.

The first thing that hit him was the coldness, momentarily distracting him from the rapid changes. Under the water his skin begins to darken as any viable body hair recedes onto revitalized pores. The effects of the last 12 years of parenthood wearing off in seconds. Neglected muscles plump up nicely, defined and lean. His abs and pecs gain muscle tone and strength. His face changed into a picture of carefree youth, face broadened into a squarish look, pretty blue eyes hiding the lack of intelligence behind them, thick eyebrows permanently in a suspicious raise. 

When he comes up for air, he glances at his sonbrother, feeling his matching necklace. They exchange a mischievous look, and BJ grinned crookedly thinking of his family sitting at the other end of the pool.

A few minutes later Frank looks up to see two teenage boys facing him, both carrying loaded super soakers. Before he can even say a word he’s soaked though. 

The transformation happens instantaneously, his age dropping from 78 to 18. His weathered skin became rosy with moisture and constant sun exposure. His height noticeably decreases, dropping nearly to 5”2. Muscles tighten with lean cords and memories of dry land training. So far gone in his transformation he unbuttons his shirt to feel his new rippled abdomen. Any wary body hair gone as the only place he didn’t previously have hair, his head, grows curly locks.  He grins with a larger, toothier grin. 

“Yo, thanks big bros!” He said, shifting on his newly increased feet. He adjusts his newly revamped member through a wet suit. He gestures to Malissa, who had been watching the entire exchange, horrified, “what we going to do with your wife, BJ”

The taller boy laughed, “I think you know what to do, lill bro!” Then, with almost parallel movements they pulled Mulissa out of her chair and into the pool. 

Splash 

Once she was in the pool, the boys could clearly see the transformation happening beneath the water's surface. The first thing to happen was a newly gained farmer's tan, maybe this one wasn’t a swimmer jock after all. Then her frame thickened with muscle, her shoulders broadening and her limbs becoming noticeably stronger. Her midsection swelled into a solid, barrel-chested build, with a firm muscle gut sitting beneath thick, pillow-like pectorals. The strain became too much for her bikini, and the fabric snapped apart. Sparse hair soon spread across her chest and legs, while her face widened into a rugged, masculine shape with a stronger jaw and heavier features. Finally, her long hair receded and shortened into a neat, athletic jock cut.

Once the boys saw the changes were complete, they whooped and yelled, jumping into the water with a splash. The bulky miles wrapped his legs around BJ, “Hey babe,” he said, kissing his boyfriend as if for the first time. 

All afternoon the Simons hung at the pool, chatting with their swim teammates, racing each other in the water, and watching everyone who walked though the gate eventually join them.

The neighborhood had changed over the last few weeks. The smell of sunscreen, chlorine, and teenage sweat filled the air, the sound of screeching whistles and brash, friendly teasing could be heard from anywhere in the neighborhood. 

Harold, the local HOA president, had finally acted on his suspicions. He had noticed that despite a wide variety of locals entering the complex, the only one in the pool ever and the only people who ever left were the teenage swim jocks. Though crazy, the thoughts in his mind would explain the wild happenings, Missing retirees. Families that seemed to vanish overnight. Entire households suddenly being replaced by groups of athletic teenage boys who claimed they had always lived there. He stood just inside the gate, arms folded across his chest, staring at the water. 

"You really think it's the pool?" Lucus asked. The lifeguard adjusted the whistle hanging around his neck, clearly just for show as it was past pool closing. He shifted on skinny legs glancing uneasily toward the water.

Harold nodded. "I don't know how. I don't know why. But every story eventually leads back here." He held up a folder, "it’s odd, odd enough to close down the pool until further investigation could be done. I've got enough complaints to disguise the closure as a health inspection. And there’s a big party at the Simon’s tonight, no one will realize we were even here till tomorrow afternoon. ”

Lucas looked relieved at that. Together they walked toward the equipment shed. Halfway there, Harold stopped so fast Lucus nearly bumped onto him. The pool glowing faintly under the moonlight, the effect was so beautiful both men found themselves staring at it.

Harold suddenly became aware of how hot the humid the summer night was. His shirt felt uncomfortable, sticky on his skin. A quick swim would feel nice. Beside him, Lucas was thinking exactly the same thing.

The young lifeguard shook his head violently. "No."

"What?"

"I was just thinking about getting in."

Harold blinked. "So was I."

They exchanged a nervous look, then both turned back toward the water. The temptation intensified immediately. Suddenly, Harold felt air under his left foot. He shook himself out of his trance, somehow, without realizing it, he had walked up to the edge of the pool. 

Something was wrong. Very very wrong. But before he could think of it, he felt himself falling into the water. He faintly registered Lucus’s weight on top of his body, pushing him deeper into the water. The lifeguard must have walked in a trance as well, unable to shake himself for it, he had run straight into Harold. 

Harold began to feel a strange tinkling spread through his limbs. He felt his bones cracking and refusing as longer limbs, as his hands grew larger. His feet began to swell as well, any body hair receding into youthful unblemished skin. His body began to thicken with muscle, chest firm and arms growing larger still. He used his newly expanded hands to push the smaller lifeguard off him and break the surface. 

“What the fuck,” he managed to bark, water dripping down the sharping contours of his face. He looked to Lucus, the boy seemed taller and larger, the spark behind his eyes just a little dimmer. 

Simultaneously the transformation continued, Hal watched as Luke’s simple t-shirt began to dissolve, revealing a firm, defined stomach Hal was sure the lifeguard didn’t have before. Luke’s arms and legs grew lean with muscle, smattering of hair growing on his body. Unbeknownst to him, Hal was going through similar changes, his tight polo also gone. The hairy saggy fat of his stomach hardened into a smooth definition of a six pack. He felt a slight tightness down below and reached down his tighter bulge, confined in a loud patterned pair of swim trunks. 

He felt a strange cracking sensation in his face, as his jaw reformed. He grunted as his features became more and more youthful, wrinkles and age spots replaced thick lips and a darker skin tone. Beside him his friend's skin began to take on an even darker tone, changing his ethnicity altogether. Finally both “boys” felt a slight weight between their pecs, simple chains forming and Hank felt an extra pressure on his ears as both gained multiple earnings. 

“Hey, why aren’t we at the Simon's place?” He asked his best friend luke.

“Bro, that’s tonight, the triplets throw the best parties!” He replied 

“Let’s go!” Hank yelled, jumping out of the pool, Luke right behind him. Both thinking of the booze, dancing, and sex to come. 

Coach had known something was wrong the moment he opened the filing cabinet and saw half the bottles were gone. He had forgotten about it for a long time. Figuring the boys had just wanted some new teammates, yet eventually he began to notice the uptick in recruits on his team, but throughout the town. Looking deeper he discovered it all connected back to a simple neighborhood pool.

—

Six weeks later his truck rolled through Cedar Hills. He rolled past dozens of young men, shirtless, confident, and happy. He parked near the community pool and stepped out.

"This isn’t possible," he muttered to himself.

But when he got inside the pool, he saw immediately the faint streaks of neon colors in the water, only viable to a trained eye such as his, Red, Blue, Orange, Purple.

His jaw tightened. "Oh, you idiots."

A familiar voice called from behind him. "Coach?"

He turned and saw Jake and Liam standing near the gate, Hunter leaning casually against the fence near them. All three immediately realized why he was there, their faces grimly set. For several seconds nobody spoke.

Then Coach spoke up, "Want to explain this?" He said, gesturing to the pool.

Jake winced. "Okay, so..."

"Jake."

"Right."

Coach rubbed his bald head. "You put it in there, didn't you?"

Hunter looked at the ground; but Liam folded his arms, doubling down, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

Coach laughed once. "You contaminated an entire public pool and as a result dozens of unwilling people in your own neighborhood."

"We improved them," Jake argued, regretting his phrasing immediately, "That wasn't the right word."

"No. It wasn't." Said the older man, stepping forward. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

The boys exchanged uncertain looks. 

"You need to drain this pool," Coach said.

The boys immediately erupted in protest. "What?" 

"No way." Hunter said.

"Seriously?" Liam said, his eyebrow raised in challenge. 

Jake shook his head. "You can't."

"I absolutely can." The swim coach said already starting to walk to the equipment shed. 

Liam stepped forward. "And then what?"

Coach opened his mouth yet he couldn’t answer.  Because he didn't actually know. Then Jake's eyes widened, following his gaze, Coach saw it. A bright plastic water gun sat abandoned beside a chair. The kind kids used during summer parties, only this one had been filled directly from the pool.

Coach slowly backed away. "No."

Jake grabbed it.

"No."

Liam started laughing. "Gu-ys,” he tried to say, his body shaking. 

Hunter was already laughing too.

"This is a terrible idea." Coach pointed at them. "Put it down."

 Coach took another step backward. "Jake."

Jake’s finger floated over the handle. “Yeah, Coach?”

"Don't."

Jake grinned. A familiar grin that Coach knew meant disaster. The exact same grin he'd worn every time he'd gotten into trouble, stupid stunts or fucking in the locker room.

Coach sighed. "You're all idiots."

The water gun fired. Coach felt the cold sting of the water first then the numbness he knew began the transformation. 

First his feet began to grow, the water constantly dripping on them making them larger and larger. Stopping around size 12. Also extending in length was his dick, swelling in size, longer and girthier than it had ever been in his youth. A wave of hornyness overwhelmed him, his shrinking brain losing its ability to focus on much else. His body followed suit, gray hair vanishing, wrinkles smoothing over expanding muscles, frame cracking to a 6’8”. Veins coursing down his bulging arms and legs. 

Coach had to sit down, the transformation overcoming him. His face reforming, plump lips, sharp jawline, large head. Above, long blonde hair pushed out of his skull, conformed by a tan cap that mutualized on his head. His intelligence took a final downgrade, as his butt blew up, a feeling of emitted hollowness from it. 

Big C looked at his friends with glazed over eyes, the intense hornyness and emptiness taking over him. “Yo, one you help me. Im. horny.” He said in monotone single syllables. The boys exchanged mischievous looks, any earlier troubles forgotten as their former coach presented his ass to them. 

So the last of the neighborhood was transformed, it was unanimously better changed population of the neighborhood agreed. Life was better when you were all the same. young families and relaxed retirees gone, replaced by the over abundance of young swim athletes. Everywhere you looked there were guys congregating, working out on their driveways, throwing blowout weekend parties, and of course swimming at the local pool. 

Speaking of the local pool, it has easily the center of the changed neighborhood. Everyone still used it, swimming in it daily even though they all had pools at their own homes now, completely covering the front and backyards. Grass and yards had been deemed unnecessary, instead the residents had pumped water from the central pool to fill their entire lawns. And somehow the pools never ran dry. 

The faint smell of chlorine, gym locker room, and sunscreen fills the air. Every house is spread like little islands amidst a literal sea of pools and constantly slick roadways. On those roadways sit the occasionally used car(walking is great cardio), a redone pickup truck, the back filled with water to swim in mid ride or during slow traffic. 

Of course the guys constantly getting wet and swimming the serum that made them as made any sort of aging stagnant completely. Everyone’s just happy the way they are, and are ready for you to join them in the pool. The pool that’s always full to the brim with teenagers, no matter who visits, by the end of the day only the teens reminded, lounging, racing each other, or fucking around. 

Big, tall, and strong. The dream of almost every consistent gym goer. The chase for mass never ends.

For Zayn:

He has reached a build that most would be jealous of, would kill for.

For three months he basked in the glory of being his size at an young age, but he is a medium sized fish in a big pond. He looks to the older gym goers and sees that he does not measure up to them. Zayn realizes that he has climbed one mountain, only to find an even higher peak to climb:

He has an never ending journey before him, but as luck has had it, he has a peek at the true top:

Natalio.

The gym's steer. The top bull.

A man in his prime, fully realized. He commands respect from everybody.

Zayn listens on an conversation he is having.

"Yeah, I helped a couple conceive a child last weekend. They are going to have a case on their hands if he or she inherits any of my strength."

The men around him laughed. It was not uncommon for the regular members of the gym to be asked to be surrogate fathers, but only the best of the are asked.

Zayn does not realize it, but he was conceived in such a way but gym rats long retired. He has been getting eyeballs, but no one has asked him. He still has a way to go before he becomes a bull.

But he wants it all now. The size, the influence, to be wanted.

Most would use this as an way to push themselves harder, to keep going, but his plans on making his dream a reality.

"Stare at him all you want, it isn't going to give you his body or help you put on muscle any faster."

Charles, one of Zayn's gym friends. Five years older & in the bull group, he is also a mass of muscle & power.

"Say that, but look at you. You became a bull extremely fast. Like one year older than what I am now. What's your secret? What pharmacy are you shooting up your butt."

Charles considered him for a moment.

"Come with me, I'll show you something."

They were in the locker room.

Charles opened up his locker, did a couple of taps on the inner side of the door & a key pad appeared.

6498.

A click was heard & the back wall of the locker opened up. Charles pulled something out.

"I was blasting this:"

Zayn slightly closed his eyes in annoyance.

"A space gun toy? What, you got a lightsaber too?"

Charles moved his eyes to the bottom right.

"Well...."

"Alright, you pranked me congrats."

Another gym goer came in. He was between Zayn's & Charles's build. Charles took the gun, pointed it at the man, and it fired an energy beam at him. He let out a soft moan as he was transformed into an small object in seconds.

Zayn was shocked.

"What the..."

Charles picked the transformed man up and displayed him in his palm in front of Zayn. It was a black pill.

"I did this to some one a while back & swallowed it. Became this."

Charles put the pill in his pocket.

"You don't want him, you want the big dog don't you?'

Zayn blushed.

"Why haven't you.."

"Devoured Natalio, take all of that bulk into my being? That's because I did. I devoured the previous top bull & became this. Was a bit skinny fat & short, so he had a lot of heavy lifting just to get me to this point."

He flexed his left bicep. His arm became adorned with mountainous muscles that were etched with his veins as if they were a map to precious metals.

"I am fine being where I am at. I still have bull status. Just not high enough to attract too many rivals and on lookers."

"Like me."

"Anyway, the only reason I am helping you out is because I like you and..."

"And?"

"Normally this tech is to be used to merge small men with larger ones. To balance it out, but I am curious to see big men for their ages merge into one. Just this once."

"And the pill you just made?"

"Going to Rico."

"Hmm. How did you get this wonderful tech?"

"Father worked in Nasa, was used to merge prospective astronauts who just didn't make the cut."

So, by next morning, Zayn entered the locker room around the time Natalio typically did & went to his locker. He then pulled out the converted gun.

"Nice toy you got there. Does it light up?"

Zayne primed the converter & it lit up.

"Cool, what sounds does it make?"

"The sound of you becoming my meal ticket."

He pulled the trigger.

The room was awash with colors.

There was a ball of light where Natalio once was:

One could hear his moans as he transformed.

The lights went away & the energy sphere became a black pill:

The pill formally know as Natalio clanked to the ground with a large thud, a symbol of him being an large than life stud.

The pill itself was as a big as an ike mike candy, but when Zayn picked it up, it weighed a pound.

"Make sense, you are a lot of a man, surprised your skin could hold all that in."

Zayn lifted it up in the air.

"I just got to swallow and everything you have will be mine."

He smiled & then swallowed. He felt the Natalio hit his stomach with a thud before dissolving.

"No water needed? Neat."

Zayn started to get dizzy. He could hear Natalio's voice in his head. Before his eyes flashes of Natalio's memories came & went. He felt a surge of confidence, a rising hunger for more, and the need to breed fill him up. He exhaled through his nose & a puff of steam came out:

At the same time, his DNA was being assaulted by Natalio's own.

A first generation bull DNA merging with the DNA of a descendant of one.

A potent combination.

A new traditional double helix structure was created from the fusion of their bloated DNA:

Zayn keeled over, nearly falling to the floor. He caught himself on the of the lockers.

He heard Natalio's voice again:

"If you want it, then have it all, if you can handle the full breath of my majesty!"

There was a series of popping & stretching noises. His neck doubled in size, his skin straining to contain it.

"Ugh."

A deeper manly voice came out of his mouth.

His shoulders quivered before giving in & exploding with their own muscle growth.

"Good job, but there's more!>

Creaking & glooping noises issued from his arms as waves of muscle turned his hills into mountains. He flexed his fingers & they became meaty.

"Come on, don't give up. I have so much for you to take. I have so much to give."

"More."

"What?"

"More, I want more. GIVE IT ALL TO ME! Ughhhhh, yesss."

Zayn was enjoying himself. There was a risk with the method. If the absorber could not handle the upgrade process, then the absorbed will take over the new body.

But he wanted more. He needed more.

Zayn let out a roar, and as if by command, his pecs, butt, and legs exploded suddenly with new muscle at the same time as if he was hulking out. Natalio's voice went away as he was completely consumed mentally now.

A second later, and his rod grew long pushing past his pants, they were too small, and then undulated thicker. There was a creaking noise from his sack as his jewels grew three times their size, the fabric of his underwear now under immense strain.

His frame stretched out in all directions, giving him an H shape while making him taller. His abdominal muscles doubled to tripled their size taking instructions from Natalio on abdominal genetics, becoming cinder blocks.

Zayn stomped his feet, one by one, and they grew.

He cocked his head back & steam erupted from hos ears & mouth, while the steam from his nostrils increased in volume. His head was in a cloud of steam.

The steam went away after an minute & his face was changed.

He had Natalio's skull shape. His own eye brows. A combination of their eyes. Natalio's nose. His own ears. A combination of their mouths.

Natalio's hair texture. His own coloring. A combination of their volume & styling. Their combined testosterone levels gave him facial hair greater than what Natalio had.

Zayn let out a deep breath & steam issued from his body all over before quickly going away.

He opened his eyes & looked in the mirror.

"So this is what a bull looks like."

He flexed his arms. Squeezed his stomach.

"What a being a bull feels like."

Zayn pulled away his pants. They were soiled with his seed. The grinding from his larger member & his clothing made him release.

He took off his underwear & did a quick whiff.

"Phew, that smell. My progeny are going to be strong."

He put on Natalio's, now his, clothes.

"Just right."

And so, Zayn, using Natalio as his core, leap frogged into becoming a bull. A top bull at that.

Charles smiled at the result, he knew he would be making a monster when he merged them together.

Oh well.

It was Friday during an work out when he got a ding:

It was his first surrogacy appointment.

His rod shuffled a little at the prospect.

He could not wait, the couple wanting a strong child could not wait.

Happy Birthday to my very good friend @mrwavellswaps! He's the best friend I could want, so here's a little something in celebration of his special day! Make sure you all go check out the Transforming the Teacher collaboration here, it'll be important so you all understand the lore going on!

~~~

I’ve been Dane for around a month now. It’d all started when I was at work, just like any other day of the week as a maths teacher. Little did I know my life would be irrevocably changed when Mr Wavell decided to pay me a visit and transformed me into this huge, hunky stud I was now accustomed to being. It had taken some time to adjust though. The first morning I woke up in this body I’d almost screamed in shock before things started coming back to me and I realised the events of the previous day hadn’t been a dream.

Dating a man originally from an alternate universe that also happened to have literal magical powers had turned out to be a wild ride. For one, he could do amazing things with his cock. Like, truly unbelievable. If you’ve never had a guy’s rock-hard cock literally lengthen and thicken inside you whilst you’re getting fucked, you’re missing out. He was sweet too. Sure, he had his enigmatic maturity because of his merging with Oliver Wavell, but the closer I got to him the more I caught glimpses of the person he used to be. A young man not much older than 18 whose magic had been killing his own body. He was just as new to this whole romance thing as I was, which was surprisingly comforting.

I was currently sitting almost naked in the middle of one of the rooms of Wavell’s mansion. He was no doubt off transforming some unsuspecting people, which I was sure I’d hear all about as soon as he was home. A jockstrap was the only thing I had on, but it wasn’t any ordinary jockstrap. No, it had been given to me by Wavell, Oliver as I usually called him, as a ‘test’. He was being all secretive about something, and insisted I used this magically infused jockstrap to try and tap into his own near infinite supply of magic. So that’s what I’d spent the better half of the last month doing. Sat almost naked because Wavell was a horny bastard that loved to stare at my body, attempting to get a feel for what magic was like. I’d gotten good too in the time he’d been off having fun, or I thought I had at least.

The sudden feeling of lips on the back of my neck shook the magic out of my grip. “How’s it going?” I heard Wavell’s voice whisper against my skin.

I leant back into his warm, familiar prescience and smiled softly. “Pretty good, I think. Does time flow weirdly here or something? I know this whole place is running outside of normal time,” I gestured vaguely around at the walls, “but I swear it only feels like I’ve been sitting here five minutes, even though I know it’s been longer.”

“You finally noticed it then?” Wavell said as I felt him sit down on the floor behind me. His hands had settled onto the bare skin of my waist, and were rubbing up and down gently. “It’s the magic you’ve been dabbling with, not the place that makes time feel funny. It can have that effect when you’re not familiar with its touch. This is the first session you’ve noticed it these past few weeks of practising though, that’s a good sign Dane.” 

“Yeah? I did wonder what was up with that. Your magic really does a number on people huh?” I replied.

“It certainly does, doesn’t it.” My mentor smirked as his hands drifted upwards to give my pecs a cheeky grope. “Describe it to me, would you? My magic that is, how did it feel when you were using it?” 

“Colourful.” I said without thinking. “There were all these colours that danced at the edge of my vision, some I hadn’t even seen before. When I pulled at them with my mind and held them close, that’s when I felt the magic flair up. Was different depending on what colour I pulled at.”

“Colourful huh? That’s not exactly how I’d- Hmmm, you certainly are a conundrum, aren’t you?”

“If you say so.” I rested my head back on his shoulder and tilted it so he could see my eyes; they were a shimmering gold colour that almost seemed to swim around instead of what they were supposed to be. “I think I might have got a bit of a handle on physical transformation magic.” 

Wavell smiled down at me with a hint of amusement. “I had no doubts that was what you’d take a look at first, given that blog of yours you showed me.” 

“Guilty as charged. Sorting through all these colours seems like it will take forever, but there’s an icy blue that always comes up when I’m looking at transformations. I think that and this weird, greenish red colour make up physical changes. How long did it take you to get a handle on them?” 

“On these colours you say you can see?” Wavell asked. “My own magic took a long while before I got it totally under control, but I always had a sense of what it was I suppose. It’s always just come so naturally, especially once I took this form.” He hadn’t quite answered the question I asked, but it was good enough that I didn’t dwell on it for too long.

After a couple more seconds of enjoying his embrace, I eventually pulled myself up to my feet and let my eyes fade back to their regular colour. I was standing over Wavell now, my large, bulky body on full display in just the red jockstrap. I held a hand out and pulled Wavell to his feet again along with me; now he was home I had a surprise for him.

“So, I know you said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, but I couldn’t help but plan a little something whilst I was practising. I remembered what you were saying about Oliver Wavell being perfectly in tune with you and that’s what let you take him over for good, so I got a little curious.” I glanced down at our still joined hands as I spoke and smiled nervously.

“Curious about?”

“Curious if there were any other bodies out there which would be as in tune with you as your current one. Bodies that were a little more, ummm, bulky.” I glanced back up, my eyes wide with sudden embarrassment. “Not that I don’t like your current one! You’re very handsome. It’s just, I’ve seen how much you love touching my body... and all those stories about the type of guys you’ve hopped into before... Maybe you’d enjoy something a little more my size as a permanent home?”

“My my, someone has been busy whilst I’ve been gone huh?” Wavell said as his hands slid down and around my waist before settling over my exposed ass cheeks. “But I don’t expect finding another that’s able to hold my magic like Oliver can would be an easy task. I myself spent a long while jumping back and forth between your world and mine before I stumbled on this body. The magic I possess is just too vast for the average person to hold it for long unless they resonate with it perfectly; there’s a reason I can only possess bodies for so long before I’m forced to leave so I don’t hurt them or worse.” 

“I needed a connection to your magic, so I took the jockstrap and went looking anyway.” I blushed as I remembered just how I’d had to go looking. “I was sitting in one corner of a gym locker-room in just the jock, trying not to get seen as I felt around the gym for anyone that felt the same as I feel when you’re around. You making it so it only works when I’m not wearing clothes really wasn’t helpful then I can assure you that.” I deadpanned. 

Wavell smirked at me. “You look so good in just the jockstrap though! Frames that fat ass of yours perfectly, and that bulge makes my mouth water just looking at it.” One of his hands moved around to cup my package, secured under the fitted and admittedly very comfortable fabric.

“Stop being horny and let me finish!” I laughed as Wavell wiggled his eyebrows before he returned both hands to my backside. “Anyway. Whilst I didn’t find anyone that was a match, there were a few guys that felt like they were almost there. Similar to how the magic in the jockstrap felt, but not quite the same.”

“Them being similar won’t cut it though I’m afraid. Sure, I could probably take an extended vacation in one, but fusing permanently won’t work unless they’re just right to gel with my magic.” Wavell said with an apologetic look. 

“You see, that’s what got me thinking.” I said with a slight twinkle in my eye. “A lot of what makes up maths is taking a problem you don’t know how to solve but have the pieces for, and putting those pieces together to find a solution. We could probably spend ten years looking and not find someone that fits as well as Oliver Wavell does, but what if we could make someone fit?” 

Wavell raised a curious eyebrow. “Make someone fit? Go on?” 

I shrugged. “Take one of these guys I’ve found that is close but not perfect, and do whatever magic transforming mumbo jumbo you do to them until they can hold your magic. I can’t pretend to know how you’d do it; I’ve only just got a handle on making adjustments on myself after all. That’s your part to solve.” 

Wavell didn’t say anything for a few moments as a thoughtful look settled over his handsome features. “I suppose the only way to find out is to jump inside and get a feel for them. See what my magic thinks and whether there’s any merit to this idea you’ve got.” He gave an innocent smile that warmed my heart. Though that innocence was quite short-lived as his smile turned a bit more cheeky. “Want to go out just in that?” 

I glanced down at myself and blushed a little. “God no, that would be embarrassing. Think you can get me some clothes?” 

A wave of his hand and suddenly I was fully dressed again. “You know where to find these men you’ve picked out without stripping down again?” 

I nodded. “I kept an eye on them. If they aren’t at the gym, we can check their places.” 

“Lead the way then Dane, I’ll be right behind you.” Wavell said with a gesture at the door.  

I rolled my eyes as I started walking. “To stare at my ass in these jeans I bet!”

“Oh you know me so well, I did give it to you for a reason after all!” 

~~~ 

I’d never managed to quite get used to the way Wavell travelled. We’d walked to the mansion that first day we met, but I soon learnt that was more of a one time romantic thing from a man that could be anywhere he wanted just by thinking it. One second we were standing in his walk-in wardrobe so I could get dressed, the next his hand was on mine and we were gone in a flash.

The next thing I knew we were standing in a cosy looking bedroom. Laid out naked on the bed below us with a blanket to hide his package was the first hunk I'd chosen, sound asleep.

“How did you-?” I whispered in an attempt not to wake the hairy hunk. 

Wavell tapped the side of his nose and winked. “Magic Dane. You know which dudes you picked out, so all I had to do was tap into that.”

“So now…?”

Wavell grinned. “Now my dear Dane, I hop inside and see what I can do.”

I had heard stories from Wavell of him possessing people, of when he'd slid himself into someone's body and taken control; but actually watching it as it unfolded before my eyes was a strange sight. 

He sat down on the bed beside the man and waved a hand over his body as he shifted around in his sleep. The hunk soon settled, and that was when Wavell placed a hand on his beefy chest. No, that was wrong. It wasn't on his chest, it was in his chest. The hand seemed to sink into the furred muscle as I watched in awe at the strange, almost otherworldly sight. It was soon followed by the rest of Wavell's wrist and forearm, then his bicep, before finally his shoulder had sunk inside the huge slab of muscle. 

“Fucking hell.” I said as Wavell briefly paused and grinned over at me. 

“You haven't seen anything yet Dane, just wait until I'm in control!” He practically leapt on top of the huge man below him then. The rest of the massive body almost shivered as Wavell forced his way inside. More and more of my familiar lover sunk away, and the massive hairy dude began to stir the more Wavell took over. 

It only took a few more moments for Wavell to push himself completely inside; I knew he'd done it when the man on the bed groaned, sat up, then winked at me. “Very nice choice of first body here Dane, how'd you like this one with me in control?” He said as he started to run his hands over his new temporary body. 

I took a seat beside him and placed a hand on one of his thighs. “Daddy Wavell’s looking sexy as fuck in this one.”

He was silent for a brief moment whilst he carried on inspecting, but spoke up a second later. “I can feel it you know, the potential for this body to become a permanent host. I’ll need to plant a seed of my magic and see if it flourishes, see if I can fix the slight dissonance between myself and any of these men you’ve chosen.” He looked between my hand on his huge thigh and my curious face as I watched him. “But give me a few minutes of focus and I can probably get a seed in here.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him and smirked. “Once you’ve done that, maybe there’s somewhere else you should stick your seed? After all, you should probably take that body for a test drive right?”

Wavell nodded. “I think you might be right there Dane…”

An hour of sweaty sex and both magical and non magical seed planting, and I was laid curled up with Wavell in this guy’s bed. Two beefy studs tangled up together and sticky beyond belief. After having seemingly endless amounts of sex with Wavell in his ordinary lean body over the last month, getting my ass bred by a man the same size as me and twice as hairy was certainly a nice change of pace. He definitely seemed to be enjoying it as well with how often he stopped to flex and run his hands through the forest of fur covering almost every inch of his body. And of course he couldn’t stop himself from doing his trademark bedroom magic trick of making his new body’s cock grow and shrink dramatically inside me as he pumped. It was so incredible that I was somewhat upset when he finally finished, but that was nothing new when it came to sex with Wavell. As amazing as it felt when he unloaded inside me and filled me to the brim, I knew it had to stop eventually.

“Now that was hot.” I said as I idly stroked the hair on his chest afterwards. 

“That it was my love, but we have more places to be before the day is over right?”

I nodded. “Three more to go. Hopefully I’m right and these seeds of magic will do the trick.”

Wavell smiled and gave the top of my head a quick kiss. “I have every faith in you Dane, I’m sure at least one of them will work out, if not all of them. I’d have a real choice on my hands then.”

We laid there for a few more minutes before I eventually pulled myself out of Wavell’s embrace and started to search around for my clothes. “Are you going to leave him here all sweaty and cum covered?” I asked as I slid my jeans back on. 

Wavell had already slipped out of the guy at some point between when I stood up and when I started pulling my clothes on. He was looking down at the once again sleeping form of the man he’d just been inside, and with a snap of his fingers the guy was back to almost exactly how we’d found him. “Better?”

I smiled. “Much. Onto the next place then? I think we can find at least one of them at the gym, if not more.”

“Hang on. Just one last thing for our sleeping hunk here.” I saw that grin on his face and I already knew he was planning something. With a wave of his hand I couldn’t help but shake my head as I watched the hairy hunk’s cock stretch from its ordinary six inches up to a hefty nine or so. Perhaps even more. It was hard to tell.

“Was that really necessary?” I raised an eyebrow towards my ever horny boyfriend.

He simply laughed whilst he gently placed a hand under the new python he’d granted this man and gripped it gently. “No. But I thought he deserved a sort of consolation in the short term if this does somehow end up being my future body.” Almost on cue this new monster cock began firing another huge load which caused the man to groan in his sleep. I could only face palm at the mess as I watched, then gave Wavell a look that didn’t require words.

Once I’d made Wavell clean up the second mess he’d caused, he slid his hand into mine, and in a flash we were off. The sleeping stud would be none the wiser about what we’d gotten up to with his body, unless Wavell ended up merging with him at a later date. 

~~~

We found our next candidates in the gym just like I’d guessed we would. They were both huge bodybuilder types, people that probably lived almost exclusively in the gym. You didn’t get a body like either of theirs without some serious discipline and it becoming a lifestyle. We had Alex, the dark-haired beefcake in purple, and the muscled black hunk that went by Ched, both over doing bicep curls with the free weights.

I had gotten very familiar with the gym lifestyle since I’d been gifted with this body, but part of me couldn’t resist the sweeter foods. I could only assume it was this body, as from day one in my new form I’d never had or cared about gaining shredded abs or being crazy toned like these dudes so obviously were. Thick and slightly soft was my game. 

“How’d you want to play this then? Two of them, how’s that going to work? One at a time?” I whispered to Wavell as we stood off to one corner of the gym. We were out the way enough to not be noticed, whilst also having a good view of both men. 

There was a knowing smile on his face when I glanced over. “I’ve seen plenty of men like these two, possessed plenty too. Won’t be too difficult to get close or implant the magic, not when I know exactly what works on them.” With that Wavell was off towards Alex. There was some little flutter of magic, but the only clue I had to what he’d done was a slight change in how he walked. Some type of illusion?

It was the strangest of interactions to watch unfold. Alex looked to be in the middle of his arm workout as Wavell approached. He was stood up with two massive weights in each hand, curling them up slowly as he watched his form in the gym mirror. Wavell approached slowly and waited for Alex to finish up the set he was in the middle of before he spoke. I couldn’t make out what he was saying from this distance, but after a couple of moments Alex seemed to allow Wavell to help him out.

It was all normal for a few minutes. Wavell got behind Alex as he went up in weight, then helped spot Alex as he tested out the heavier load. For a few reps all seemed fine, until Alex strained with each lift and Wavell had to step in and lend a hand. He stepped in close, bulge pressed right against the stud's round ass as he braced a hand under each elbow to support. There was another something, a hint of magic again like the first body Wavell had ‘seeded’ with his magic. 

Pressing his bulge into Alex's ass as the method of possession was unorthodox, but also so very Wavell. Once again Wavell’s body seemed to disappear into the one in front of him, starting cock and balls first. The seconds went by and Wavell’s body shrunk away to nothing as he pushed himself into Alex’s body whilst his magic held off anyone from noticing anything wrong. All I had to do was blink and then there was only one man there now; Alex with Wavell now inside him. 

His magic made it easy to right the weight Alex had stumbled with and finish the rep then set the weights down. He cracked his neck from side to side, then rolled his shoulders back. He admired himself in the mirror for a second, I assumed to plant the seed of his magic, then glanced over and blew a kiss in my direction. 

With him finished up with Alex, it was onto Ched. Thanks to Wavell’s magic he hadn’t noticed anything up like the rest of the gym patrons, which would come as a huge advantage. Possessing Ched now he was in control of Alex’s hunky form would be easy. He stood up from the bench and swaggered across the floor towards Ched, a confident look on his face. 

Wavell inside Alex slapped a friendly hand down on Ched’s shoulder as he was in the middle of a set of bicep curls. “Looking good dude! But you could be pushing it even harder, I know you man. Want me to spot you lifting heavier?” I could just about hear Wavell said as he channelled his best gym bro self.

Ched smiled up at Wavell. “Thanks bro! Yeah I’m always down for bigger lifts, let’s get to it man!” 

From there Wavell had him hook, line and sinker. He got in close, closer than he needed to help him lift the heavier weights, and pressed his stolen body almost right up against Ched’s. He pretended to make little adjustments to help Ched lift throughout the sets as an excuse to keep close and take any opportunity to touch the massive black dude. A little magic whispered into his ear and a slight jerking motion and I knew he’d done it. 

I was expecting Alex to get up and walk off then, for Wavell to jump over into Ched to seed him too. That wasn’t what happened. 

Both men looked over at me and grinned. It was a look filled with lust and amusement, one that told me Wavell was up to something as the two stalked towards me. 

“W-Wavell…?” I said as both Alex and Ched drew close. 

Both men nodded. “Whilst I’m getting their bodies all juiced up with magic I thought it’d be easier to get both done at once.” Alex said. “And I’ve seen your mind Dane, I know how hot you find the idea of a threesome like this.” Ched continued. 

I could barely speak. I had no idea Wavell was capable of something like this, of something so deliciously hot. I glanced around as Wavell closed the distance between me and his two temporary forms until I found what I was looking for. 

I nodded over at a nearby storage cupboard. “In there. Quickly.” I said with a slight blush. 

Both jock’s mouths hit my neck and started to kiss hungrily as we stumbled back into the privacy of a lockable room. Thank god for him and his magic, because there was no way my ass would be able to take both of these studs without that help.

It began with the three of us obsessively admiring each other's muscles while we gradually removed layers of clothing. It didn’t take long before Alex-Wavell started gloating about being the biggest between us and how that meant ‘he got to go first’. I soon realised what he meant when I found myself sandwiched between the two jocks. Ched-Wavell positioning his ass in front of me, guiding my cock towards his hole while Alex-Wavell excitedly got himself ready to plunge into my own juicy ass. When it started it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. One Wavell was hot as fuck; two was more mind blowing than I felt my regular human brain could handle.

I was struggling to stay grounded in reality with all my senses overloading. On one end I had a massive blonde hunk slamming into my prostate who with every thrust forced my own cock to sink in and out of the beautiful black muscle ass before me. I could barely form words as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I only received the tiniest rest when the two Wavell’s made the decision to switch but it didn’t take long for them to get back into the rhythm. Now I found myself mindlessly plunging into Alex-Wavell’s even bigger ass while Ched-Wavell jackhammered me with his fat cock.

This only ended when I couldn’t hold my load any longer and found myself seeding Alex-Wavell’s ass. The two of them seemed to share a knowing glance as if they were waiting for this. Once I’d unloaded every drop Alex-Wavell pulled my cock out of his ass, some of my cum dripping out in the process, and turned to give me a deep kiss before joining his other half behind me. I should’ve known what was going to happen next. Soon after I found myself having to hold back some rather extreme groans as both hunks penetrated my ass simultaneously. I had no idea it was possible to feel this… full. Feeling both cocks were wetly rubbing together inside me as they drifted between thrusting in union and pumping in parallel to each other, all the while they tirelessly made out and complimented themselves on how hot and huge they were. That is before they turned their attention to showering me with compliments as well, each of them grabbing at one of my pecs from behind as we could all agree that I still had the juiciest muscle tits between us.

We let Ched and Alex stumble out of the storage closet around half an hour later, dazed and a little confused once Wavell had released them from his possession. They were left with zero recollection of the three-way fuck train they had with me or having both dumped their loads inside me at the same time. In its place would be a strange memory of hooking up with each other of which the two otherwise straight men wouldn’t be able to explain. Taking turns fucking eachother until they finished by rubbing their cocks together. A passing gay experience, a one off they wouldn’t dwell on for long except late at night in occasional horny fantasies. 

“You enjoyed leaving them like that, didn’t you?” I rolled my eyes a little as we rested against the wall outside the room we’d just been fucking in, but couldn’t help the smile that peaked at the corners of my lips. 

Wavell shrugged. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” The attempt to act noncommittal was a bad one with how well I knew him. Throwing gay experiences at the straightest of men like those two was something he loved more than anything else. 

I shook my head and chuckled. “Come on you, one last man on the list that I managed to find.” I said as I held a hand out. 

Wavell slid his hand into mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “One last stop then.”

~~~

Here we were, the final man. He was significantly older than the other three men I’d found, but just as muscular as I wanted Wavell. We had to search around a little, but after a couple of jumps we located him at work. From what we could see as we watched him through a window from the street he owned an art gallery, one he was in the middle of preparing for a new show. Dressed up in a simple pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and his tools slung low around his waist, I was reminded of how glad I felt when I’d first spotted him in the gym and realised he was a close match. A real silver fox.

Before I could even ask what the plan this time was, Wavell was walking up to the closed gallery door and knocking on it. I followed behind him, looking a touch worried at just what shenanigans he was about to pull now. 

Our target set down the picture he’d been holding and tucked his pencil behind his ear as he came over to us. “Hi, hi!” He said as the glass door swung open. “I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly open for business this evening, but we’ve got a great showing coming up this weekend-”

Wavell held a hand up and smiled warmly. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, I really am. But me and my boyfriend Dane here,” he gestured back at me, “were looking to make a very particular acquisition that Dane thinks only you can help us with. Would you mind if we just took a couple of minutes to pick your brain…?”

“Christpher, but please, call me Chris.” He glanced over his shoulder into the gallery, then back at Wavell and I. “I suppose I could spare a couple of minutes, I could probably use the break anyway.”

Wavell beamed at him and held out a friendly hand to be shaken. “You have no idea how grateful we are. I promise this will only take a moment, then it’ll be like you forgot we were even here.”

That same tingle of magic sat in the air as the two men in front of me clasped hands. I watched as Chris blinked a couple times in confusion as something seemed to settle over him. I knew Wavell must’ve done something with that handshake because seconds later there was a fire in Chris’ eyes before he launched himself at my boyfriend. Their lips crashed together as this devilishly handsome man I’d scouted wrapped his arms around Wavell in a desperate frenzy. Not for long however. Before I knew it, Wavell’s form began to sink inside our latest candidate. He took a deep breath, giving his new form a feel, until next thing I knew I was being kissed softly by the newly possessed Chris. His lips were soft and tasted of coffee, and his muscled arms around my body felt comforting as our lips slid over each other’s. 

When we pulled away I couldn’t help the slight smile on my face. “Gone all romantic on me compared to earlier. No hot sweaty sex like the other bodies.”

There was a chuckle and a ruffle of my hair, which only made me smile more. “Your ass has had quite enough for one day.” His eyes flicked back into the gallery, much like those same eyes had a second ago when Chris had still been in control. “Besides, have you seen this place? All this art everywhere, I think I’d feel bad for fucking in here, even if I could undo any damage. No, just a kiss this time.”

I stepped back in closer and rested my forehead against his own stolen one. “Had a chance to implant the magic yet?”

I felt the nod of affirmation even before I heard the reply. “Doing it now. First ones took a little longer whilst I figured out exactly what I was doing to them, where I had to place the magic to attempt to let it grow and fix the differences, but I’ve got a good handle on it now. One more minute, then we can head home and play the waiting game to see if any of these four men work.”

Even once the magical seed had been planted, Wavell stayed in the vessel for a while longer as the two of us had a quick peek around the gallery. He held me close to his temporary body, allowing me to get a good feel for what the future could look like. “So then. What are your thoughts? Think you could see this being the new me?” He glanced at his reflection in a nearby mirror, admiring his sharp new features.

I glanced up at his handsome older face and smiled. “I could see you as any of the men you’ve been today.” I said earnestly. “You looked like you had fun as every one of them, so no matter the outcome I’ll be happy.” I blushed a little. “Though I can’t lie, having you in a body closer to my age is an idea I like, even if you are a hot Daddy right now.”

“Mmmm… I’ve gotta say I very much enjoyed my time as those younger meatheads you picked out. With each one I felt as though I fit right in.” Wavell gently ran a hand through that styled hair of his before dragging it across the stubble coating his face, inspecting his current look with glee. “But this one really does have that air of maturity I so love. The silver hair just feels so right, you know.” With that I tossed my arms up into a double bicep pose, getting a good look at the bulging muscle in my reflection. “Plus it’s got plenty of size to work with as well.” He smirked devilishly while checking out this body’s muscle from every angle, even lifting up his shirt to get a good look at those rock hard abs and strong pecs.

Once he was done admiring himself he smiled at me softly in a way that was unmistakable no matter what body he was in. He pulled me in and kissed my forehead before pulling me along eagerly to continue admiring all the great work around the gallery. Perhaps that was partly due to influence from Chris’ body.

Before long we once again stood together in the doorway to this fancy gallery and just held each other close. It had been one long, exciting day, so a moment of calm was well needed whilst I let Wavell finish up whatever magical things he needed to do. No matter what body he ended up in, no matter which of the four ended up working to create a new body, I knew he’d always feel the same to me. He was my Wavell. Maybe it was something about how his magic made him feel, or maybe it was simply him; but no matter what form he took, permanently or otherwise, I knew I’d always recognise him. 

The sound of a door closing behind me shook me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see the face of Oliver Wavell smiling down at me, the same face I’d grown used to this past month. 

“When did you get out of Chris?” I asked. I hadn’t felt his arms leave their embrace around me. 

“Minute or two ago. You were so lost in thought I didn’t want to disturb you, so I slipped Chris out of me and sent him back inside with no memory of us turning up at his door.” He nuzzled the top of my head slightly, then kissed it through my hair. “Thinking about anything in particular?” He asked. 

The blissful smile on my face gave away more of how I was feeling than any words ever could. 

“Just you.” I replied.

“Well I am flattered. Time to go then I suppose, a certain someone has to be up early for work tomorrow if I remember correctly.”

I shook my head a little, but couldn’t wipe the look of contentment off my face. “That I do, that I do indeed. Would you drop me off at mine then? It’s a fair way away from here and it’s rather cold out.”

(Original story posted December 25th 2022 & January 8th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

This story is a direct follow up to Wavell’s Birthday Surprise!

A big one here in terms of Wavell lore! That said I kinda wanted to update this one more so it was more up the standard that a story with this much significance for Wavell should be but that way I wrote it didn’t lend well to edits. I’d have had to pretty much rewrite the whole thing to truly update it. That said I do still love this story conceptually and might genuinely write it again from scratch at some point to produce a superior version of it in my eyes. Also it had an epilogue which I’ve tagged into the end of this post. Hope you all enjoy regardless!

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The moans of two hunky love ridden men had filled Wavell’s mansion for at least a day now. Constant vigorous sex for hours on end. That’s what happens when two extremely lustful and magically charged men start seeing one another. Cumming inside each other and over after casting spells on themselves to reduce their refractory periods between orgasms down to an almost nonexistent level.

As Dane had been wearing his magically infused jockstrap given to him by Wavell, he decided to try casting the spell first. He’d been doing well at harnessing Wavell’s magic through the link this jockstrap gave him. Whenever he put it on he could feel copious amounts of pure magical energy flowing through his system, ready to explode out of him at any moment if he wasn’t careful. He was still learning to control the power which is why when he cast the spell to reduce his and Wavell’s recovery times, he ended up putting far too much juice behind it. Their recovery had been made completely nonexistent to the point where they began having endless uncontrollable orgasms. Such left Wavell staining the front of his suit pants with cum and Dane coating the inside of his shorts. Before long the pair were on the floor groaning for a good few minutes before Wavell managed to undo it and cast the proper spell. Dane knew Wavell could’ve done that right away but he also knew that mischievous boyfriend of his probably just wanted to enjoy that little fuck up.

Truth is he was only half right. Sure Wavell enjoyed creaming his pants due to a tiny mistake his adorable boyfriend had made but there was something else too. When Dane cast that spell, something about it felt foreign. That shouldn’t have been the case considering it was his own magic that was being funnelled into Dane. So how could it feel so different when Dane used it. Not to mention how Dane described the experience of magic by seeing it as colours inside his mind to tug on which certainly wasn’t how Wavell experienced it. This new boyfriend of his proved to be more and more intriguing by the second. But for now he kept this curiosity to himself.

Once the real spell was in place, the two threw off their clothes before jumping into bed together, making out aggressively as they did. Throughout the first few hours it was rough. Very rough. Wavell was on top first, soon finding himself slamming his cock into Dane’s hole in a lust filled frenzy. Once he’d dumped a few loads they switched. Wavell positioned himself above Dane before lowering his ass on top of the other man’s cock and riding it for all it had. Dane made sure to take some control here as well, grabbing hold of Wavell’s waist to bounce him up and down with even more force. From there they simply went back and forth on who was dominating who, switching after every few loads. Dane still found it incredible that as intimidating as Wavell seemed with all his power, he could switch from dominant top to slutty bottom in a matter of seconds.

Eventually however they started to slow down. Still fucking of course but it was slower. More intimate. More… romantic if that was the right word. Just slow sensual fucking as they kissed softly. Enjoying the way their bodies felt as they pressed together. Dane’s thick juicy pecs rubbing against Wavell’s hairy chest. Dane’s fuzzy moustache tickling against Wavell’s own. Wavell’s hands roaming Dane’s wide muscled back while Dane groped Wavell’s supple ass. If there was a heaven, this was it for them.

Despite all the fun they were having however, Wavell eventually came around and decided they should wrap things up. Upon hearing this though Dane practically begged to shove his dick inside the other man one last time. With a grin and a sigh, Wavell agreed before finding himself being thrown face down on the bed once more.

“You’re acting like this is the last time you’ll ever get to fuck me.” Wavell laughed, trying to make his voice heard over the sound of Dane’s balls smacking against him. “I’m just getting a new body is all. We’re still gonna fuck plenty once I’ve claimed it.” He could feel Dane starting to kiss along his back and up towards his neck. “It was your idea was it not?”

“Well yeah I know but haven’t you stopped to consider that I might wanna make the most of this version of you before it’s gone.” Dane managed to explain between thrusts. “Just because I suggested the change doesn’t mean I don’t love the adorable current you.”

Wavell tried his best to hide his blush at that last comment but Dane could see it clear as day. “Well just because I’ll have a new main host doesn’t mean you won’t be able to still fuck this one…” he stated with a glint in his eye.

“Oh? Care to explain, oh wise one?” Dane asked curiously.

“No need. You’ll find out soon enough.” The powerful Warlock glanced over his shoulder at his huge muscled boyfriend/student. “How about instead you just fuck my ass so hard that I’ll be forced to use magic to get around for hours after.” He smirked devilishly

Dane returned the same lustful smile his boyfriend had given him. “Don’t need to tell me twice Master Wavell” He knew how much Wavell enjoyed being called that. Dane proceeded to wrap a thick arm around the Warlock’s neck, pulling his head back slightly while holding him firmly in place before letting loose. He began jack hammering his massive dick into Wavell’s hole with every ounce of strength he could muster, both magical and physical, before sending Wavell into a euphoria of moans and roars.

———

“So. Are you ready to go?” Wavell asked, watching Dane pull on one of his many tank tops.

The hunk looked over with a warm smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” He made his way over to the Warlock who was already dressed up and ready to go. “You gonna tell me which of those guys ended up being compatible with you then?”

Wavell shook his head. “You’ll see soon enough.” He ran a hand through Dane’s soft yet thick hair before leaning in to give the man a peck on the lips. Though that peck swiftly turned to a full on make-out when Dane grabbed the back of Wavell’s head to pull him in closer.

“Heh sorry. Just wanted to get one last taste of those lips before they change.” Dane smiled before hugging his slightly taller boyfriend.

Of course the other man was more than happy to reciprocate the show of affection. “No need to apologise. Kissing you is and will always be one of my favourite activities.” He stated with a chuckle.

With that Wavell told Dane to prepare himself for the teleportation. Sure they’d done it so many times already but the hunk still hadn’t quite gotten used to it. Wavell waved his hand and suddenly everything around them began to spin and blur as they vanished from Mr Wavell’s pocket dimension and returned to the real world. Dane couldn’t help but close his eyes. Seeing everything spin and change like that was always nauseating. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to it. Regardless it didn’t take long for the two to end up exactly where Wavell wanted them to be. A place that Dane was sure to recognise as soon as he opened his eyes.

———

Dane gasped when he looked up to see the entrance to a certain art museum. “Wait, isn't this…”

“It is. The very same art museum that our good friend Chris works at.” Wavell smirked, taking Dane’s hand before leading him into the building.

“So does that mean… he’s your match!?”

Wavell didn’t respond, only continuing to give that trademark smile of his as he walked Dane through the museum. They strolled through a couple of exhibits on the way that displayed all sorts of unique art. They even went through a couple VIP areas as Wavell had used a sprinkle of magic that created a cheeky perception filter on the two of them. In short it allowed them to stroll along without anyone batting an eye to their existence.

Eventually however the couple found themselves coming upon one of the biggest gallery rooms in the building. It was where some of the highest value pieces were held and they definitely held up. So many gorgeous pieces to marvel upon. However there was one delicious looking sculpture of a man that detracted from everything else in the room. The very same man Wavell had planted his magic inside last time they’d visited this place. Christopher Malroy, the gorgeous daddy that he was.

Even if it weren’t for the perception filter, it seemed the hunky silver fox was too focused on his phone to notice the odd pair of men staring at him from across the room. Analysing him almost like two predators observing their prey. They continued to watch and whisper to each other as he finished up whatever text conversation he was having. Chris soon stuffed his phone back in his pocket before strolling around the room a little himself and talking to some of the guests. Explaining to them the significance of each piece and answering any questions they might have.

“He’s good at his job huh.” Dane muttered as the two watched closely.

“Mhm. Too bad they’re gonna have to find someone else to run this place pretty enough.” Wavell replied with a sly grin. “Well it’s nothing a bit of minor reality altering can’t fix I suppose.” With a flick of his wrist Wavell removed the perception filter and made his way over to the impossibly handsome man in charge of the place.

With the filter now removed Chris was quick to notice the two men approaching him. “Ah Gentlemen! How’re you enjoying the place?” He asked with an energetic and friendly demeanour.

“Quite well if I do say so! It’s an incredible place you run here. My boyfriend and I haven’t had a single bad thing to say. The pieces you have around here are some of the best I’ve seen.” Wavell replied in kind.

Chris couldn’t stop a prideful smirk from spreading across his face. “Well I’m very happy to hear that. I always make sure to set the standards high. Why settle for the ordinary when you can have something extraordinary.” He claimed.

Wavell’s eyes wandered up and down Chris’ well dressed form with a lustful glint in his eyes. “I couldn’t agree more…”

Just then as Chris’ eyes darted between both men, he couldn’t help squinting a little in confusion. “Hold on… have we met before by chance? You seem familiar…” Chris’ memories of the night Wavell had his body taken for a test drive were slowly beginning to shine through despite the fake ones that’d been implanted.

“As a matter of fact we have. I’m surprised you can remember Mr Malroy, though I’m not at all disappointed. If anything I think it proves how strong your mind is and in turn just how worthy you are…” The cryptic words of the mad warlock only served to confuse the man but Dane knew exactly what he meant. Wavell reached out and placed a hand on Chris’ muscular chest. He could feel it. The flame of magic he’d left inside Chris’ body was beating and pulsing like a second heart. Had this man not been a suitable host then embers would’ve extinguished itself by now. The fact that it was alive and well proved just how worthy he was.

“Hey hey whoa!” Chris backed up a little, not sure what to think of this stranger touching him in such a way. “Personal space sir.” He darted his eyes between the two men, now feeling rather uncomfortable.

“Oh you and I are about to get much more personal than that.” Wavell stated but before Chris even had a chance to respond, the world around them began to spin once more. Dane closed his eyes yet again while Chris was freaking out as expected. Within a matter of seconds the trio found themselves standing in the main living area of Wavell’s mansion.

Chris looked around wide eyed before falling back onto his ass in shock. “W-W-WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?” He found himself shuffling away from the Warlock in terror until his back hit a bookshelf.

“Well my name is Mr Oliver Wavell.” He took a bow upon introducing himself. “And this man behind me is my boyfriend and student, Dane.” He gestured towards the big muscle titted hunk standing behind him who gave a friendly wave. “And you, my friend, are about to become my successor.”

“…W-what?…” Was all Chris could say before Wavell outstretched an arm towards him, encasing Chris’ body in an aura of magic. The helpless silver fox found his body starting to move completely against his will. He got back up onto its feet before being forced to march towards the two men who’d seemingly kidnapped him. Before long he stood at attention before Wavell and Dane like a soldier.

“So what now? Do you just jump inside?” Dane wondered curiously.

Wavell laughed. “No, not quite. To make him a permanent host I’ll have to go about it a bit differently.” He approached Chris before placing a hand on the man’s cheek and feeling the perfect stubble that coated his jaw. “But first I have someone else I want to pick up.”

Dane raised a questioning eyebrow. “What do you mean? Aren’t you gonna take him?”

“Oh no I’ll be taking that beautiful body alright… don’t worry I’ll explain everything when I get back” Wavell winked. “You stay here and keep an eye on him. I won’t be long.” And with that Wavell disappeared in a flash off to god knows where to pick up yet another man.

———

As it turned out, not one but two of the four men Wavell had implanted with his magic had turned out to be compatible hosts. He could feel that magical flame growing deep inside another man besides Chris Malroy. Of course it didn’t take long to track this man down by following the magical signature that radiated from him. Soon enough Wavell found himself teleporting into a familiar gym. Of course. Where else would a meathead like this guy be?

Wavell watched as this man got on with what looked to be his leg day at the gym. Getting a great pump in those quads and hams by the looks of it. He thought of simply going over to the man the moment he saw him but Wavell figured it’d be rude to interrupt the hunk mid-work workout. Hence he decided to instead sit on the sidelines with a perception filter engaged once again, simply observing as he oh so enjoys to do.

“I hope you’re having the best pump of your life out there because once you’re finished, you'll belong to me in more ways than one Alex.” Wavell mumbled to himself as the gym rat moved to his next exercise.

Alex Huxley had been digging into one of his explosive workouts and he was fucking loving it! Going to the gym and getting huge had been his passion and obsession for as long as he could remember now. To him nothing beat the satisfying burn of an intense pump and it certainly showed through the sheer size of his frame.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and down his beard as Alex went through the motions on autopilot. As he seemed to be the biggest dude currently in the gym, many of the other casual gym goers stopped occasionally to watch in awe at the sheer amount of his sets. Especially when it came to barbell squats. The man was a monster, no doubt about that. Quads and hams that looked as though they could crush a watermelon with ease and calves that looked hard as diamonds. And that was just his legs! His upper body was just as incredible with those gorgeous arms and enormous hairy pecs. Not to mention Alex’s fat muscle ass. Mr Wavell was becoming more and more excited by the second and who could blame him?!

Wavell continued to watch eagerly as Alex bounced from machine to weight rack, sweating his heart out in the process and loving every second. The warlock truly admired people like that. People who could take something that most others would dread having to do and turn it into something they’re truly passionate about in the journey to be the best version of themselves. All the more reason he was just as deserving as Chris to be a candidate for Wavell’s future.

Eventually however the hulking jock came to the end of his routine, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. His muscles glistened under flattering gym light as he walked past the bench Wavell was sitting on and towards the changing room. “Welp. I suppose it’s time to get this show on the road.” Wavell muttered as he jumped up from his seat and promptly followed behind Alex.

Alex soon reached his locker, opening it before grabbing his gear. Just as he was about to start getting changed however, he practically jumped out of his skin upon noticing the strange man that’d been standing beside him. “Holy shit! Fuckin hell bro. Sorry I didn’t see ya there.” He said with an awkward laugh as Wavell had finally removed his perception filter.

“No worries bro.” Wavell sniggered somewhat mockingly. “Just wanted to say I was watching your routine and you looked like an absolute beast out there.” He stated, taking a step closer to the sweaty mountain of muscle before him. “Really showing everyone what it means to be a real man huh?”

Alex almost didn’t know how to respond. “Uhm… thanks? I guess?” He took a small step back from the strange man. “Just doing what I always do.”

“Humble and Driven. I’m liking you even more by the second big boy.” Without hesitation Wavell reached out and placed a hand on one of Alex’s thick biceps. “Oh I can’t wait to have you become a part of me.”

Alex had just about gotten to his limit with the weird talk but the second this stranger put a hand on him was when it went too far. “Okay man mate. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but I’m not interested.” He announced while shaking off Wavell’s hand. “So can you please just leave me alone to get changed in peace.”

The warlock laughed, only confusing the hunk further. “Sorry Alex. Not gonna happen.” He responded and before Alex even had a chance to ponder how this crazy dude even knew his name, the locker room around them began to spin and blur…

———

Meanwhile…

"You know, from what he’s told me, you're going to love what's next for you." Dane said to the frozen Chris who remained as still as a statue. The two had been left alone to wait for Wavell’s return. "I know you can't reply because of the binding magic but trust me. Once it's done you won't want to go back."

Dane pushed himself up off the couch and took a couple of steps closer to Chris. His eyes roamed over the older man's impressive form. He’d been admiring it from the moment he and Wavell had set eyes on Chris at the museum. Up close it was different though, and so much better. A modest set of pecs and sizable biceps that were accentuated by the well fitted shirt that clung to his body. The chest hair that poked through the unbuttoned neck of said shirt. Expensive looking pants that did nothing to hide the roundness of his ass while subtly showing off his bulge. All that leading down to some wonderful dress socks and a pair of stylish shoes that really brought the look together. And not to mention that gorgeous looking visage of his that almost anyone could get lost staring into for hours on end.

After only a few seconds of gazing, Dane placed a hand against Chris' chest. "Being Wavell's successor doesn't mean what you might assume, it's far better than that. If you think this has been crazy so far, you haven't even seen half of it."

Dane stepped away after that. Part of him was tempted to undo Chris’ pants right here and now and give him the best blowjob he’s ever had. However he decided it’d be far more enjoyable when it was his boyfriend’s soul behind those eyes instead. So instead he sat back and waited while enjoying the view. Sitting around while idly wondering just what his lover was up to. Who else could he possibly be bringing back here? And what do they have to do with Chris who was already a match?

———

It’d been about 45 minutes since Wavell had left and Dane was still sitting in wait for him to return. He’d moved a chair in front of Chris so he could sit and admire the handsome man before him as he waited. Though in that time he’d gotten a little distracted scrolling through his phone. So much so that when the room suddenly filled with the confused screams of another man, Dane almost had a heart attack.

Vaulting up from his chair, Dane saw that Wavell had returned with another of the four men they’d visited as potential successors. This one’s name was Alex if he remembered correctly. He was the professional bodybuilder of the group and much younger than Chris.

It didn’t take long for the massive meathead to go down a panicked spiral of shouting. Demanding to know what the fuck had just happened and how the hell he got here with a terrified and shakey tone in his voice. So pretty much exactly what Chris had done.

“Sorry about that Alex. I know that was a bit sudden but I’m so eager to get this underway. That said, how about I help you calm down a bit…” Wavell stated with a devious smirk.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YO-” Suddeny Alex was cut off as his body was encased in the same magic that shrouded Chris. He found himself no longer able to protest as his body moved against his will, soon standing at attention like a super sized soldier just like the other man across from him.

Dane looked between the two men Wavell had brought back with curiosity. “So what’s the deal? Why did you bring two of them back here?” He asked.

“Well as luck would have it, both of these men seem to have grown to be compatible with my magic. The small flame of magic I left inside them still burns bright whereas it seems to have been extinguished inside the other two we tested.” Wavell explained.

“Oh I see! So what're you planning to do? Gonna take one of them as your new body and keep the other around like a butler or something?” Dane half-joked. “Or are you gonna split yourself between them and use both of them at the same time somehow?” Of course he had no idea if that was possible but knowing Wavell there was probably a way.

“You’re part right.” Wavell smiled as he glanced between the two dashing men before them. “I’m going to take both of them at once but I’m not going to split myself.”

Dane’s face scrunched a little in confusion. “How the hell are you gonna do that?”

“You’ll see…”

Dane rolled his eyes. “I swear it’s always ‘you’ll see’ with you. You could try being a little less cryptic and just tell me straight sometimes you know.” Dane huffed, eliciting a laugh from the all-powerful warlock.

Wavell turned his full attention to his new candidates. With a twist of his wrist, the two men found themselves forced to turn on their and stand facing each other. “Alex meet Chris.” He said, gesturing to the mature well dressed man. “And Chris meet Alex.” Then gesturing towards the massive gym rat who was still sweating from his workout. “You two might not know each other right now but trust me when I say the three of us are about to get very close.” Out of everyone in the room, Wavell was the only one who knew what exactly was about to happen next. Dane was incredibly curious to find out.

“Now first things first let’s see what we’re all working with shall we boys?” And with a snap of the warlock’s fingers, Wavell, Alex and Chris all found themselves standing completely naked. Wavell began inspecting the two men before him more closely, giving Chris’ lean muscled arms a squeeze before groping one of Alex’s juicy pecs with a greedy smile. Both men were powerless to stop the warlock’s pervy exploration of their bodies; neither being able to move a single muscle without Wavell’s permission.

“Mmmm now that’s what I’m talking about!” Wavell exclaimed as he got a handful of both Chris and Alex’s ass at once. “You’re both packing so prime cut beef back there huh?” He commented with a laugh before giving both muscle butts a hearty slap. “Now let’s see how we compare at the front!”

Dane was trying not to drool as he watched Wavell’s magically charged hand wave over all three of their cocks. Alex and Chris grunted a little, feeling their dicks start to harden rapidly until they both had full blown erections like Wavell. “Oohh very nice. You both seem to have very promising equipment.” He massaged both cocks gently to admire them. “It seems you’ve got the edge when it comes to length Chris. 7 and half inches I’d say.” He complimented. “But yours is a fair bit thicker Alex. Just like the rest of you it seems.” He gave both a playful tug before glancing down at his own. “Unfortunately neither of you can compare to my own but in fairness I do have magic on my side. Besides, we'll all be sharing one very shortly…” There was a devilish purple glow in Wavell’s eyes during that last part.

“Right that’s enough playing around don’t you think boys? How about we get this show on the road!” Wavell announced with excitement in his voice before peering over his shoulder at Dane. “You ready for this babe?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” Dane affirmed before standing back a little. Of course his boyfriend had told him stories of how he took the body of Oliver Wavell but getting to see him do something like that in person was gonna be a whole different experience.

With that Wavell ordered his two successors to stand closer together. He made sure to move in close along with them until all three of their hard cocks met in the middle. Tips gently brushing up against one another. Then, at Wavell’s command, the trio began rubbing bodies and manhood’s together in a highly erotic fashion. Even Dane couldn’t help but pop a tent in his shorts as the three began making out passionately at Wavell’s will. First Chris smashing his lips against Wavell’s, then Wavell’s lips colliding with Alex’s, then Chris and Alex sticking their tongues down each other's throats before finally they all engaged in a three way make out! On the inside Chris and Alex were screaming and begging for it to stop but they had no control.

This cycle continued for a good few minutes until Dane began to notice glow emitting from each of their bodies. The glow only continued to grow brighter the more they rubbed their dicks together and the deeper they kissed. Almost as if the lust between them was fuelling it. Soon enough Dane had no choice but to cover his eyes as the three were consumed by a bright purple light.

When the light dimmed, Dane opened his eyes expecting to see his lover but instead he was greeted by a huge glowing purple sphere that had seemingly encased the trio of naked men like some sort of cocoon. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on inside but it sure looked beautiful as the sphere sparked like a freshly cut diamond. Though as he listened closely he began to hear the faint grunts of the men inside. Grunts that grew louder and louder until all three voices began moaning out in unison. If he didn’t know any better, that was the sound of men who’d experienced the best orgasms of their lives. But as this happened Dane could swear the three moans were somehow merging into one as they became more and more synchronised…

Then there was silence.

Dane was unable to pull his eyes from the giant glowing orb in front of him. He couldn’t help but jump a little when a sudden crack snaked its way across the surface of the elegant sphere. Followed by another and another until cracks extended across all sides. And then they stopped, leaving Dane in another eerie silence. This time the silence seemed to last an eternity as he could do nothing. Only watching the fragile orb in anticipation until…

The sound of shattering echoed throughout the mansion as the sphere blew apart at last, its pieces swiftly disintegrating and leaving a purple mist in its wake. Through the mist Dane was only able to make out a single silhouette. The mist dispersed with a sudden gust of energy sent out by the mysterious figure. Dane could only look on with clueless curiosity as he saw what looked to be… Chris? Now standing all on his own, eyes closed with no sign of Wavell or Alex.

Dane didn’t say anything. Only observing as he scanned the man before him. Unlike before he was no longer naked, now standing in a very stylish looking suit. One that seemed to be perfectly tailored to hug his body in all the right places

Without warning Chris' eyes shot open, emitting a deep purple glow at first. Dane instinctively took a cautious step back, not sure what to think of the situation just yet. Simply watching on as the man stretched his neck and rolled his back a little.

“Oliver? That is you right?” Dane asked, using Wavell’s first name.

The figure looked up at him before giving that unmistakable trademark smirk he knew his boyfriend for. “Who else would it be?” Wavell’s devilish look now plastered across Chris’ charming face.

Now without a doubt in his mind, Dane rushed over to his boyfriend who was currently inspecting himself. “So you chose Chris after all huh?” He stated as Wavell’s hands glided his crisp dress shirt, getting a feel for the chest underneath.

“I guess you could say that.” Wavell shrugged before squeezing his new biceps a little through his new suit jacket.

Yep it was definitely Wavell alright. Dane knew that man was almost incapable of giving a simple yes or no answer. “Wait so… what happened to Alex and your old body?”

Wavell didn’t reply. He simply gave a knowing smile to his clueless boyfriend before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. With that breath his body and clothes started to change rapidly, giving Dane almost no time to process what was happening. His muscles expanded to a massive degree as the fancy looking suit he was wearing shifted into workout gear. By the time Wavell breathed out again, Dane was looking up at the face and body of Alex!

“Ta da!” Wavell tossed up both of his arms into a huge flex. “Fuckin hell I’m massive. My biceps must be the same size as my head!” He gloated

Dane gazed on in wonder. “Woah… how the fuck did you do that?!”

“Well my adorable little hunk…” Wavell was certainly enjoying the feeling of being even beefier than Dane as he used Alex’s younger sounding voice. “I merged both Chris and Alex into my being, absorbing both of their souls along with their bodies. Now their minds are settling inside me just as the original Oliver Wavell has. I’m now free to shift between their bodies at will.” Wavell continued flexing his new gigantic muscles with glee. “Chris and Alex are still finding their places inside me right now but I can already tell they’re enjoying themselves. Being able to bathe in the vast ocean of magic that resides within me must be a real treat. And the longer they bathe, the more they’ll want to stay a part of me forever. Plus I think the original Oliver is happy to finally have some roommates.” He chuckled.

“So that’s how it is huh? Wow you really are something else Oliver…” Dane tutted. This man never ceased to surprise him.

Wavell gave his new pecs a bounce for the fun of watching them dance, something he always enjoyed watching other men, Dane included. “Hmmm… you know I don’t just feel like Oliver anymore. I know that’s the name I sort of adopted after taking his body as my vessel but after this I feel like it would be more fitting for you to call me Alex.” He said while giving his biceps a kiss with a dumb grin. “Or…” He closed his eyes once again and in an instant his body shrunk back down to the still muscular but more compact form of the other man he’d absorbed, regaining his suit in the process. “…Chris works as well. Whichever body I’m using I suppose.” He stated while fixing his collar. “I’m definitely keeping Wavell though. I’ve grown sort of attached to that. Mr Wavell…”

Dane stepped closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Wavell’s waist and pulling them close together. “So I guess right now you’re… Chris Wavell? If I’m not mistaken.” He grinned.

“You’re absolutely right. And I think I’m gonna make this one my main body. As much as I adore Alex, Chris just feels a tad more fitting for who I am.” Wavell glanced down at himself and then back up at Dane. “But I’ll be sure to let Alex out to play plenty often since I know you’ve been wanting me to have a body that’s younger and hunkier like you.”

“I don’t care which body you’re using. You’re still my super sexy magical boyfriend either way!” Dane announced before leaning in and closing the gap between them, pressing his lips against Wavell’s. The kiss was long and sweet, lasting at least a minute or so before they were finally able to break themselves apart. Almost as if it were a confirmation of their love. “Heh, it's weird. You kiss the same but your lips feel totally different.”

“Yeah it’s weird for me too. With all the body swapping and transformation I do to other men, I don’t get a chance to do it myself all that often.” It was true. It was practically impossible for Wavell to swap or transform his body at all (besides now switching between his current hosts) leaving possession as the only option which he didn’t often bother with.

“Well then I guess there’s only one thing to do Chris.” Dane smirked mischievously while pressing his body against Wavell’s new one. “Let’s get you out of that suit and start getting a bit more familiar with all your new assets!”

Wavell leant in and gave Dane another small kiss. “I can’t think of a better idea.”

(Epilogue)

The magical couple found themselves stumbling up the ornate staircase, kissing like lustful beasts as they made their way towards the master bedroom. Dane’s hands exploring Wavell’s body in an even more eager fashion than usual. Before this he’d already touched and groped every inch of his boyfriend's frame but now with this fresh form he’s taken, everything is brand new! Even through the expensive fabric of Wavell’s new suit, Dane could feel the difference in the shape and size of the body that lied underneath. Words couldn’t express how excited he was to get even more familiar with it.

Soon enough they were tripping over themselves as they finally reached the bedroom, hardly being able to keep their hands off one another. Wavell flicked his hand, commanding the door ahead of them open before they stumbled through it. Finally they reached the enormous bed that Dane had grown quite accustomed to over his time dating Wavell so far. Just as Dane reached up to start undoing the other man’s suit however, Wavell stopped him.

“Something wrong?” Dane asked.

Wavell glanced at him and then towards the bathroom suite across the room. “No. Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that I want to do this next part alone.”

“What do you mean? Are you gonna have sex with yourself?” Dane laughed, though the more he thought about it he wouldn’t be surprised if Wavell could find a way to do that.

The warlock smirked back at the assumption. “No, no that’s not what I meant. I just mean… getting a chance to see the new me. To see what these new forms of mine have to offer. I want to do it myself.” He admitted.

Dane lent forward, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. “You don’t have to explain. I get it. Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting right here for you when you’re ready.” He plopped himself down onto the comfy bed before lying back and relaxing into the soft mattress a little.

After a quick thank you, Wavell excused himself so he could see what these new bodies of his were all about. It didn’t take long for him to close the door to the en-suite before stepping in front of the sink mirror. He’d never get over how jarring it was to see an unfamiliar face reflected back at him. It was just as weird this time around as it had been the last. Thankfully those faces were always incredibly handsome.

If Wavell was going to get a proper look at his new body however, an ordinary sink mirror wasn’t going to cut it. Some temporary reorganisation was in order. This time he didn’t flick his wrist or snap his fingers, instead simply allowing his eyes to glow a deep violet for a moment as his powers activated. Immediately the bathroom began shifting around him. The sink moved itself across to the side while the bath shrunk slightly to make more room until there was a large open space around the mirror. But not for long as said mirror swiftly began growing, lengthening down to the floor before widening a little until it was the large full body mirror.

“Ahhhh perfect… wow I hadn’t realised how nice this suit was.” Wavell complimented himself upon seeing his stylish looking clothes properly at last, seeing how they did a great job at flattering his new body. He’d materialised them on auto-pilot after the merge but usually he went for something more business casual. It must’ve been Chris’ impeccable fashion sense shining through that’d made him go for something a little more high end.

He turned to look at himself in the suit from multiple angles, seeing just how well he’d managed to tailor it to his new form. He could already tell he’d be wearing a lot more of these fancier looking suits from now on. It just felt right given his power. What better way to help display his status as the most powerful magician in the known cosmos. The clothes were as gorgeous as he was! Speaking of… he couldn’t help but step just a bit closer to get a proper look at this dashing new face of his.

As much as Wavell adored his former face of Oliver, he had to admit that Chris’ face had an undeniable allure to it. To start his jawline damn near perfect, having a strong masculine shape that people would respect while also not looking too overkill. It was complemented by immaculately grown facial hair that Wavell couldn’t help running a hand through. It had a similar salt and pepper look to it that his previous beard had. This one had rather dark silver hair coating his cheeks and upper lip while the hair on his chin was significantly lighter in tone. His styled hair did something very similar with a light silver at the front and sides but faded to a dark colour as it went on. It just gave him this sense of unique maturity. That said one new feature would really garner some attention was his eyes. When he wasn’t using his power they were this light blue that shimmered in light. They were enchanting to say the least. He wouldn’t even need to use his power to effortlessly woo over any man he pleased.

With that Wavell took a step back once again. “Welp I suppose there’s only one thing left to do…” he smirked to himself as he began to undo the buttons on his suit jacket before gently slipping it off. In an instant he materialised a small stool to place his carefully folded jacket onto before taking another second to admire himself. The crisp white dress shirt underneath seemed to fit just as perfectly. It framed his modest pecs nicely with sleeves just tight enough to show off his notable biceps. That jacket certainly did a good job at deceiving just how impressive his upper body truly was even in this form. Speaking of impressive Wavell couldn’t help but turn and glance over his shoulder only to find himself swiftly getting hard at the sight of his brand new rounded bubble ass as it stretched the fabric of his suit pants. “Mmmm Dane is gonna love that.” He claimed before giving it a smack. “Him and I both.”

As great as he still looked in this suit, Wavell was getting more and more eager to see exactly what hid beneath. Starting by kicking off his large, expensive looking dress shoes before unbuttoning his shirt and gently slipping it off. He placed it neatly atop the jacket, perfectly folded. Finally he could gaze upon his upper body. Of course he’d already seen it on Chris prior to the merge but this was a whole different ball game. Now it was his! Bringing his arms up into a flex. Despite his lean mass, his shape was flawless. A wide back that extended down into tight waist alongside powerful pecs that he enjoyed puffing out and tensing a little. Not to mention the thick veiny muscle his arms displayed with even the slightest movement.

Before long the massive tent forming in his fitted suit pants became hard to ignore. “Well I suppose I’ve teased it long enough.” He grinned while rubbing his crotch a little. Wavell didn’t waste any time in undoing his belt before briskly stepping out of those nice pants. He was surprised to find himself stood in tighty whitey style briefs rather than the boxer briefs he’d usually wore. After placing the pants with the rest of his clothes he turned around in the mirror a little to check out the way these small briefs fit. “Huh… you know these don’t look too bad actually.” He mumbled to himself, enjoying the way they not only framed his ass but accentuated his bulge as well. “You know I think I might stick to these.” He thought to himself. Though in the same moment he could tell the Alex part of him would much prefer wearing boxer briefs. “…Well as long as I’m Chris anyway.” He added.

After all that Wavell’s cock just couldn’t take it anymore as it threatened tear through the very underwear he’d just been complimenting. A dark spot even began to form due to leaking precum. With a smile he excitedly yanked them off before tossing them on top of the clothes pile, finally setting his thick python of a dick free. At last he was standing in nothing but a pair of long black dress socks.

Though Alex and Chris’ bodies had remained unchanged for the most part, Wavell couldn’t help but take some liberties when it came to his prized male organ. Both bodies had received a significant upgrade in the downstairs department, placing them both in the monstrous category. As was fitting for someone like Mr Wavell. A few extra inches for both Chris and Alex as well as some bonus girth to go with it.

Dane couldn’t help but perk his ears at the sound of groans coming from the en-suite bathroom as he laid on the bed in wait. “Sounds like he’s having fun…” he mumbled to himself as he imagined what he boyfriend was up to in there. Stripping off naked and groping every part of his new body in a lust filled whirlwind he imagined.

Of course Dane was right on the money with his assumption. Wavell had almost completely given into his desires as his hands roamed over every muscle in ecstasy. Not knowing whether to look down at his body or up at the mirror as he groped his chest and pumped his cock. The moans only grew louder as he began to experiment further, starting by simply grabbing at his bubble butt before his fingers began sliding towards his hole. He couldn’t help but allow a dumb grin to form across his face as he pushed a few fingers inside. “Mmmm yeah you’ve definitely experimented a little in your day haven’t you Chris.” Wavell moaned as he fingered himself slowly. His hole was tight for sure but hit as tight as he’d expected.

He must’ve lost himself in this self pleasure for a good 10 or 15 minutes before finally snapping back to reality and remembering that his boyfriend was still waiting for him outside. “Alright Chris, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s Alex’s turn.” Wavell smirked devilishly as he closed his eyes and started the switch. The magic rippled through his body as it swiftly started to expand. It was as if someone had shoved an air pump up his ass and was aggressively blowing up all the muscle in his body. His already sizable pecs grew even thicker and juicer. His powerful biceps and triceps blowing up to colossal sizes. His impressive legs bulking up until his thighs pressed up against each over and his calves started to strain against the dress socks. His back inched wider while his already pert ass jiggled even fatter with pure muscle. Even his hands and feet grew bigger! Now he just looked like a meathead version of Chris, but not for long…

Swiftly Wavell’s body began to de-age, losing its refined maturity in favour of a younger and more jockish look and that couldn’t have been better reflected than by his face. The facial features shifting to becoming more like that of what most would consider a meathead to match his body. His hair was fast losing any signs of silver in favour of a new haircut and a dark brown colour. Any bodily features that resembled Chris in any way vanished. And strangely enough that included his cock. The monster between his legs shortened ever so slightly from about 10 and a half inches down to 9 inches but to make up for it, that lost length was converted into even more girth.

“Oohhhh FUCK yeahhhhh!” Wavell shouted, immediately hitting a double bicep pose with glee as the face he saw in the mirror was no longer Chris. He’d once again flipped over to Alex. “Mmmm that’s it baby! Absolute fucking unit!” He stated before switching to a side chest pose, all of it coming to him rather naturally.

In honesty Wavell could’ve transformed much quicker than he did but this time he really wanted to savour the transformation. To give himself a chance to truly watch and absorb everything that was happening as he went from one body to the other. He couldn’t see himself ever getting tired of it.

From there Wavell swiftly went back to worshiping himself all over again as he got to feel the massive difference in size and shape between his two forms. Certainly not hesitating to give all his muscles a good flex, as was normal for Alex and by extension Wavell whenever he was using this body. Stopping on multiple occasions to kiss his massive biceps in a cocky fashion or to bounce his giant pecs with even more control than when he was Chris.

Wavell went on another tour of his second body. Starting by getting close to the mirror again and admiring his new face, comparing its young jock-like features to Chris’ mature ones. Both being masculine in their own right. Chris had the type of look that commanded formal respect, power and influence from those around. Alex on the other hand had a look that commanded respect on a more primal level with a real no nonsense kind of vibe that other men would admire greatly. And of course both of those statements were true when it came to Wavell.

After taking a moment to enjoy all the subtle differences in his current face, he returned to inspect the rest of his body as a whole. This included running a hand across his thick new abs, appreciating his boulder-like shoulders, hefting his meaty pecs with wonder and of course hardly being able to keep his hands off his fat dick. He certainly wasn’t disappointed by this version of his ass either. It’d lost a bit of its cute perkiness in favour of turning into a total muscle ass that simply had so much mass to grab onto in all its thick glory. When he was Alex, there wasn’t a single part of Wavell that wasn’t thick and he absolutely fucking loved it!

About 10 minutes later Dane, now fully undressed, glanced up at the bathroom door upon hearing the handle twist. He watched with a smirk as Wavell stepped out with the hulking body of Alex. He’d already been expecting it when he noticed the tone of Wavell’s voice shift at one point as he was getting familiar with his body. He soon noticed the suit Wavell had been wearing previously now scrunched up in a ball of clothes under his bulky arm. It seemed this version of him wasn’t nearly as worried about being neat. “So big guy… What happened to Chris?” He grinned.

Wavell discarded the suit, tossing it off to the side before marching towards the bed, loving how he was able to conduct his new weight. “Chris is on a break right now…” Wavell shifted slowly onto the large bed, causing it to creak slightly. “So you have the pleasure of dealing with me.” He slowly crawled on top of his boyfriend, pinning him down with that wolfish smile that Dane could always recognise no matter what Wavell looked like.

It was quickly made clear to Dane that he gonna be bottoming tonight by the way Wavell proceeded to manhandle him. After getting pinned down and having Wavell’s lips pressed against his own, he could only allow himself to submit to the bulkier man. It wasn’t long before Wavell flipped Dane onto his stomach and started planting kisses along his back until he reached that delicious looking bubble ass. Wavell gripped it firmly before spreading Dane’s cheeks and diving his face between them.

Dane could certainly tell Wavell was different now, but not in a bad way. It seemed as though he was drawing slightly on the personalities of whichever body he was using as he’d quickly adopted Alex’s more aggressive approach to sex. Even going as far as to wrap an arm around Dane’s neck to hold him in place as Wavell plunged himself deep inside the other man’s hole. Barely giving his boyfriend a second to think as he pounded him with all his might, the sheer girth of his cock forcing Dane’s hole to stretch further than it ever had before.

From there it was just a horny blur. Wavell taking full control with flipping Dane like a rag doll into all sorts of different positions. Switching between making Dane gag on his dick and having him moan uncontrollably at his prostate was being slammed into. Commanding him to bounce on the fat rod at multiple points as Wavell gripped his hips and guided him even faster. Even getting so into it at points that Dane even begged Wavell to choke him a little which was something the two had never done but both found themselves rather enjoying.

Eventually however all things must come to an end and in this case that was after Dane had been filled with at least three of Alex’s thick loads. One down his throat and two filling his ass leaving the pair satisfied at last for the night. It was after this that Wavell showed his more caring side again as he offered to get them both cleaned up before snuggling up to Dane in bed. Hell he even asked Dane to be the big spoon! Alex Wavell might’ve had quite an aggressive sexual side but it was clear to the other man that in reality he was just a big softie.

Life can be an burden.

For most of us, relief is an special vacation that you save up for. For others, it is an weekend retreat to an private estate.

In the small town of Feather's Field, the wealthy dominate; a veritable playground for them. If you were not a part of the 1% & you lived here, then you hoped for a rich benefactor.

One of those potential benefactors is Neo:

The young heir to the Corsair fortune.

Young, smart, handsome, and with a nice body; combined with his riches - he is the total package.

His grandfather is determined to forge him into someone who could take their company to the next level. To deal with the stress of such, he travels to his family's private estate in the town.

His frequent trips to the estate has been getting noticed by the less than well of people in town. But unknown to them, he has been watching them on the sly as well.

It was a mid afternoon during a walk through a nice wooded park that he encounter him.

Brent:

"I have to say you are very handsome."

Neo smiled. His eyes scanned Brent's body. With the tight fit, he could see that he was quite muscular, well endowed, and had a pretty face.

"I have to say, if you are the standard native around here, that I can only imagine was passes for above average."

Brent blushed.

"I am well above average, I can assure you."

Neo lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh, how do you plan on proving it?"

"Let me show you, preferably somewhere private."

Within an hour, both men were at Neo's home. The great thing about the retreat was that it lacked any servants or butlers while occupied, as the cleaning crew only came out between visits. This ensured that what goes on within the home, stays in the home.

Neo was sitting on an couch smirking, knowing that he was going to take this to a level that Brent never thought possible. As Brent came into the room, he titled his head going through his thoughts about the pros & cons of choosing Brent.

"I must say, nice place you got. Where are the servants?"

"We only have a cleaning & stocking crew who comes out while no one is here. That means privacy, that means that nothing we discuss or experience will be recorded."

There were cameras of course, but they were pointed away from the home.

"So what is your price?"

Brent started to take off his shirt.

"Keep it on."

Brent lifted an eyebrow quickly, and started walking seductively towards Neo, sitting on top of his lap in a way that made their bulges press against each other. Only a couple pieces of fabric prevented direct contact.

All it took was one hip thrust from either men, and they would be in the throes of some passionate love making. Neo, from the stresses of rich life; and Brent, who was motivated to bang the brains out of any rich dude who would set him up for life.

"I know you are from the Corsair family. I can be yours for $100,000 per visit, $1,000,000 if you want me to be exclusive."

"And you haven't tied yourself to any others."

"Despite my looks & banging body, your fellow compatriots are either ether super skinny twinks or jocks bordering on roid baby."

"So you're a..virgin."

Brent cheeks went red from the blood flooding them. Neo licked his lips.

Upon seeing that, Brent regained his composure. Neo put his arms around Brent's hips.

"Mmmm, you are perfect. You will be mine now, or will be me."

He did a quick huff like he wanted to laugh but stopped himself.

"So, exclusive. That 1 million would set me up for life."

"Oh it would, but after today, you will have access to more."

He pulled Brent down and he reciprocated. Brent was now laying on to of Neo, only his head was next to Neo's.

Neo licked his lip again.

"You know, you are my first."

"Oh, a virgin as well."

"My first merger. Hopefully my last, don't want to risk loosing the core of myself. Welcome to your new life, the price is you."

Just before Brent could respond, he felt a weird sensation overcome his body. While he layed on top of Neo, their clothing opened up & exposed his frontal to Neo. His clothing was now in the midst of merging with Neo's.

Both of their skin's gave way, exposing their insides to each other. Brent's body began to sink into Neo's body while also breaking down once inside. Neo opened his mouth but no sound came from it, the sensations were too much for him to even use his vocal chords. Brent however, was loud.

He was trying to fight against what was happening, but it all came to naught.

From the outside view, it look like Brent was sinking into quicksand mixed with paint as his skin seamlessly melted & flowed into Neo.

Half way in, and their DNA merged forming a new double helix traditional structure:

They were now one & the same.

Brent was just an aspect of Neo, and soon he would reflect that.

As the rest of Brent merged into Neo, Neo took his head and moved it to the side causing their skin to touch & their skulls to start merging.

A few minutes after this, and Brent was completely within Neo now.

Neo cocked his head back and braced for what was coming.

His neck bulged with new muscle. His pecs bounced up & down rapidly before settling into a bigger, more manly shapes. His shoulders & arms exploded with new muscle. His flexed his fingers & waves of muscle grew over them.

He could not help but groan in sanctification.

He pulled up his shirt, which was done merging with Brent's own, revealing his abs. There was large explosive creaks as his waist expanded outward & his abdominal muscles grew larger.

As if announcing itself, Brent's abdominal cuts became his with a sound that filled the room:

Neo could not help but moan as he felt power radiate from his core & fill his entire body. As this happened his butt grew two times their size. His rod undulated like a worm until it was twice as long, and pulsated until it was twice as girthy. He felt Brent's jewels force they way into his own set, forcing them to grow three times their size.

There was a crack & a boom as his legs popped with new muscle; making his thighs like telephone poles, and his quads like soccer balls. He flexed his toes and waves of muscle grew over them.

Neo began breathing heavily as his face began to morph.

He had a rounder version of his skull shape. He had Brent's eyebrows. Kept his eyes & ears. A combination of his & Brent's noses. Had Brent's mouth. His hair color was a slightly browner version of his own, but kept his styling. Brent gave him greater volume, and his hair texture was a mix of his own & Brent's. He kept his skin tone, but Brent prevented any facial or body hair from appearing. There was a tightening of the skin all over, making his veins visible.

"Wow, that felt good. Brent you did an bang up job on me. Worth every penny & luxury you are going to experience through me."

He looked down at his stomach:

"Cinder block abs. We make a potent combination. I take it this protection is what you wanted to use? Ha, there is no protection from becoming one with me."

He cocked his head back one more time. Brent's memories & personality traits began to mix with Neo's own. Within Neo's subconsciousness, Brent learnt the truth.

Neo was a prowler, a being who absorbed others for various reasons, and Neo was not the first in Brent's, now his, family's history. An distant ancestor went on a feeding frenzy generations ago. This meant that every Corsair born to this line would be born with strong bodies, and he just helped enhance that fact by being consumed by Neo.

For Neo, he would be called a sponsor, a type of prowler who lured others end with promises of gifts or a better life before absorbing them. He wanted a better life, and Neo wanted an even stronger body.

They both got what they wanted in a way.

Neo pressed a button, and a hot lady came in.

"I like the new look."

"You are going to like experiencing it."

Neo tossed the condom to the side.

"If i.."

"If that happened, both of you will be taken care of."

":)"

":D"

And so a year later:

And Neo is handling the pressure even better, as if he was two men caring the same burden at the same time, both mentally & physically.

His weekend trips stayed the same, but with the libido of two healthy & strong men within his body, he found more pleasurable activities for better stress relief.

Maybe you will one day find yourself in the bed or coach of this wealthy stud.

I knew I'd struck gold when I met my boyfriend Aaron.

I had a habit of falling for straight acting masculine guys. Those deeply closeted "bros" who think hitting the gym somehow makes them less queer.

Aaron was very far removed from my usual type. He wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't aggressively macho or constantly posturing either. He was always quick with a smile, a hug, a kiss... and I loved it.

But after a while, I realized there was still one thing I was missing.

See, the reason I kept ending up with those big buff jerks is because... I just love muscular guys.

At one point, I'd been at my wit's end trying to get an ex to stop treating me like shit all the time, and I'd downloaded this whole bunch of hypnotism stuff. I made him a few files with some simple suggestions... problem was, he thought it was "too gay" to listen to something like that.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but on a whim, I made some files for Aaron too. I made sure to keep his personality intact - because, after all, I love him - but I threw in some suggestions to eat healthy, start going to the gym, and focus on prioritising fitness.

A couple of months in, and my sweet boy had packed on 20 odd pounds of muscle. He'd started picking me up, and on one very memorable occasion he actually pinned me to the bed before showering me with kisses.

I was planning to stop there. Even that little change made him my perfect guy. But then Aaron said something that changed my mind.

Aaron told me it made him feel closer to me, having my voice in his ear while he was at the gym, that he felt so safe drifting off listening to me.

I knew I should probably come clean and tell him that I'd been using them to hypnotise him, but... well, first of all, it sounds ridiculous, and second... I was scared of how he'd react.

So instead of doing the right thing and telling him the truth, I made him a new set of files. I really liked how he'd started being more confident, so I gave him some boosters for that. I also made him focus more on lifting and on bulking up, telling him he enjoyed getting bigger for me, that he loved feeling like my big buff protector.

And look, maybe I overdid it. Aaron took to the new instructions like a fish to water, and within a couple months he'd already outgrown his wardrobe. Again.

But I couldn't stop. I was enamoured with this enormous guy he'd grown into, so sweet and gentle with me and so imposing and burly otherwise.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point, and I told him the truth. But... look, I couldn't risk him getting scared and ending things, okay? So just in case, I put in a small suggestion in the files, telling him that maybe he liked being hypnotised, and maybe he got aroused by the thought of me moulding his body.

So when my sweet Aaron told me he'd scored some back alley supplements from a guy at the gym, gave me his best puppy dog eyes - despite the hulking bod and scruffy beard - and asked me to make him a new set of files and help him get HUGE... I couldn't say no.

We've just celebrated our anniversary, and the mountain of muscle that throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and lumbers around from how wide his thighs have gotten is nothing like the cute boy I fell for. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's one of those closeted guys who pump themselves up with mass since they're scared of looking queer.

Except underneath all the excess bulk, body hair, and testosterone, it's still Aaron underneath it all. Just as lovely and as sweet as he was back when he was nearly 200 pounds lighter.

Heres the long awaited winner of the poll! Next story is already in the works!! I do hope you enjoy

"And you better come up with a solution fast!"

The principal slammed the door shut.

Coach Henderson sighed. His team had suffered another massive defeat, to make matters worse, against their rival school. He was rubbing his temples when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Coach, I have a package here for you!"

Coach looked up and a sly grin spread along his face. "Finally"

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Tyler walked through the crowded corridor expertly, not bumping into anyone, making sure no one would notice him. Tyler was a nobody, his teachers hardly knew he existed, due to his very average grades, his uninteresting clothing and bland personality were perfect for not being noticed at all. He turned the corner to head into his classroom when the intercom suddenly announced: "Tyler Sutcliff please come to Coach Hendersons office, Tyler Sutcliff to Coach Hendersons office".

Tyler froze. He hadn't done anything. Especially nothing that should warrant the attention of coach Henderson . He looked at his teacher Ms. Putt but she was already beginning her lesson, not noticing one of her students standing next to her. He sighed and turned around, heading to the office.

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About 5 minutes later Tyler finally arrived at the office. The door was shut so he took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!" The deep gruff voice of the coach called

Tyler opened the door and quickly went inside.

"Welcome Tyler, please take a seat." The coach looked at the boy and smiled warmly.

Tyler nodded and felt a warm glow spread along his cheeks. As he sat down the coach asked : "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Water is fine, sir," Tyler replied.

The coach chuckled. "Sure thing son, here you go." He passed Tyler a cold bottle of water from his desk fridge.

"So Tyler, you must be wondering why I asked you to come here."

Tyler nodded.

"What was that?", the coach asked as he started rummaging through something underneath his desk.

"Yes, sir" Tyler said softly

"That's better. Well as you may know, we have suffered another defeat in the championship."

Tyler nodded again, and the coach raised an eyebrow. "Y-yes sir" he stammered

"Good, well, I would like you to help me out."

"H-how would I be able to?"

"I would like you to join the team, Tyler"

"WHAT!" Tyler was usually a very quiet guy, but this comment caught him completely off guard.

"B-but sir... I don't know any sports... especially not football."

"No worries son. We are actually just missing a person, and we can get you ready before the next game, don't you worry."

"But... sir.."

Coach looked deep into Tyler's eyes and his defense crumbled. "But then I would stand out."

The coach looked slightly surprised at Tyler and then started laughing. "No problem, I'll make sure you won't have anything to worry about.", he said smiling and he reached his arm over the desk. "Deal?"

Tyler looked a bit puzzled but reluctantly shook the coach's hand. "Yea... sure."

Coach was beaming as he grabbed a bag from underneath his desk. "Right, I had my boys all pick out some of their clothing for you to wear so you'd feel right at home in the team." He opened the bag and one of the most foul odors he had ever smelled hit Tyler's nose.

"W-were these washed?" Tyler asked with his nose pinched.

"Of Course not, we need you to get used to the environment as fast as possible." The coach grinned.

Tyler slowly got all the clothes from the bag. A black tank top, black cap, black sweats, a pair of massive black gym shoes, and sport socks, and lastly a black jockstrap. All of these clothes felt moist and sticky to the touch and Tyler shuddered looking at the jockstrap.

"S-sir... I don't think I will fit into these clothes...do you have anything else?"

"And waste the good will of my team, hell no. Put it on."

Tyler groaned and started to look around. "Uh... wh-"

"Right here."

"I'm sorry?"

"Get dressed right here."

Tyler turned red.

"Isn't that slightly inappropriate sir?"

"How come? You're 20, and I've seen all my boys change. It's no big deal."

Tyler turned even brighter red and slowly took off his clothes. As he got to his underwear he started to pick up the tank but the coach stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

"P-putting on the clothes sir?"

"I want you to put on everything. Including that" he pointed at the jockstrap.

Tyler now had a similar shade to a tomato

He turned around as he stripped his boxers and grabbed the moist jock and slipped it on.

It hung from his waist and Tyler had to hold it to keep it from falling back down.

"Sir… I can't…."

"Put the rest on, it will keep everything in place."

Tyler groaned and sat back down on the chair to keep everything out of sight while putting on the sweats, socks and shoes. He had to roll up the pant legs multiple times, it being for someone who was a good 6 inches taller than him. The socks were also big, almost stockings, but they fit alright. The shoes were way too big. Tyler had a modest size 6 while the shoes were an enormous size 14. As Tyler grabbed the tank and began putting it on,coach stood up and walked around the desk. The tank looked almost comical on Tyler. He looked like a baby put in a grown man's shirt.

Coach grabbed the cap and smiled.

"Now here's the fun part" and he pressed the cap down on Tyler's head. A wave of relaxation washed over Tyler's head as the cap sunk onto his skull. He leaned back into his chair and let out a deep sigh.

"Woow.."

"Feels good right?"

"What's.. happening" Tylers words came out slow and sluggish, almost as if talking took a huge toll on him.

"Well, I wasn't lying when I told you I got the boys together to make you feel at home but I wasn't completely truthful either."

Tyler looked up confused. "Whaddya talkin bout coach?" After using a pattern of speech that was completely foreign to him he looked even more confused. "Wha…"

"See, I got the boys to give a piece of their clothing, so they could share some of their strengths with you."

As Coach was explaining things Tylers whole body started to heat up. "For example those shoes and socks belong to Marcus and Riley, they got the biggest feet I've ever seen." Slowly Tyler's small feet started to fill out the massive boats. The socks slowly started to ride down his legs before finally stopping right above his ankle.

"The sweats belong to Joey, fastest runner we got, tall to boot."

Tyler threw his head back and groaned as his legs cracked and started to grow. His feet dragged along the floor, pushing him up and up, until he hit a massive 6'5. After the increase in length had stopped, his legs began to flex. With each flex pounds of muscle stacked on top of eachother, after which the sweats that were hanging from his frame before, sat a bit more comfortable on his massive legs.

"That tank belonged to Hugh, brick wall of muscle, perfect for pushing through the enemy defenses. He loves his tits a bit too much, but we all love them here."

The heat started to center on his torso. His soft belly started to crunch and push out multiple rows of abs. Tyler lifted his shirt and ran a finger across his cobblestone road of a stomach. His shoulders followed suit, filling out and broadening. His arms cracked as they lengthened and his bi's and tri's ballooned out. His tank was already sitting comfortably on his new broad frame, but something was missing. Next his chest started to grow. Slowly, with each breath he took they started to thicken, they got more and more juicy, and his nipples got bigger and bigger. Not only that, but as he took his hand up to feel them, brushing past his nipples sent a wave of pleasure through his whole body. A soft groan escaped his lips.

"That cap belongs to Greg, our pretty face, and cum dump. He's all fine with it though, power bottom that he is, but that's not what you'll be getting from him. He is a bit of a dumbass though."

Tyler was in heaven. His head had emptied out all unnecessary information, like math, biology, or anything school related really. It did fill with workout routines, positions (both in bed and on the field) and the names of all the porn stars the team's resident slut has taken inspiration from. Tylers round face squared up, but kept enough boyish charm to be called cute. His lips plumped up and he got the weird urge to continuously stick out his tongue on pictures.

His chestnut brown, messy hair receded into his skull, and started to light up. What was left behind was a stylish short cut, which could still be admired when the cap would be turned around, which is what he immediately did.

"And, of course, let's not forget about our testosterone buff Marcus. Only black dude on the team sadly, but don't even think of bringing race into this, after he's done with you the team will bruise every part of your body he missed. Credit where credit is due, he's got a python and a peach. The "complete package" if you will.

Tyler bit his lip as his junk started to radiate heat. He groped his below average dick as it started to pulse and grow. Each pulse felt like he was cumming but actually made him grow. His 4 incher quickly got to an enormous 12 inch hard-on, which luckily for everyone around him, slimmed down to a respectable 10 inches if not agitated. His balls dropped and immediately started to pump their man juice through Tyler's body. His moans became deeper, sounding more and more like the jock that he now looked like. His butt puckered, pulsed, and his cheeks began to fill with fat and a good chunk of muscle. He rose up in his chair as it did, also sliding a hand over it, squeezing the soft malleable meat.

Tyler groaned as his body was still twitching and pulsing. Coach looked content and put a hand on his shoulder. Tyler looked up and bit his lip.

"Coach, you're fucking hot bro.."

Coach grinned "That's a good boy" Tyler closed his eyes as he felt his dick shoot multiple loads into his jock.

"Fuck… I ruined Marcus his jock…"

"Oh no need to worry, he shot multiple of his own in there he told me."

Tyler grinned and chuckled "Huhu , awright"

Coach smirked and rose up. "Right, practice is every day except Wednesday, cause we have… bonding sessions that day."

Tyler stuck out his tongue and looked Coach up and down. "Will you be there… sir" he winked.

"Not for me boy, but maybe we can… have some dinner sometime"

"That be awesome coach."

Tyler stood up and the coach took a step back, he had to look up now.

"Well, see ya in a bit then sir." And he was off

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It took Tyler about 5 minutes to get good with the team, and about a day to get his name spread all around campus. He didn’t care though. He loved the attention he got from both the dudes and the chicks, but his heart was set on his love, the coach.

Ty managed to get his team through the championship due to his very adaptable playstyle and skills.

He now regularly posts on his instagram. His most recent got loads of likes and comments, especially from his bros in the team.

This was a commission for @jerisch . Please enjoy man!!!

It was complete chaos at the department. Senior detective  Ronald Hillings rubbed his face in a mix of exhaustion and stress. The town had been tormented by a series of disappearances, which had been traced back to the local drug gang. Said gang however had been very elusive, and every time one of the members would get caught they could find nothing that would stick to keep them locked up. In tandem with the disappearances new members kept popping up, making the workload of the already overworked police department even heavier. 

Hillings sighed and leaned back in his chair.  His generous beer belly juggled against his desk. At 55 years, his body wasn’t what it used to be, and especially after his wife had died of cancer he had been packing on pounds. He had plans to get more into shape, also due to the fact that his doctor had recommended him to do so, but with the massive workload he hadn’t found the time nor energy to start the journey. With no family left to speak of, his only real connections were with his colleagues and those were distant at best. 

A loud knocking on his office door shook Hillings from his train of thought. 

“Sir! We might have a breakthrough! One of our interns has made contact with who we believe to be the head!"  His second in command was standing in his doorway,  panting, his chubby body sweating from the seemingly intense physical activity. 

"What’s happened, Buck?” Hillings asked with a frown.

“One of our interns had set up an Instagram account to try and reach some of the gang members, and he seems to have caught the biggest of them all.”

Hillings eyes widened. He knew of this operation taking place, but never expected it to bear any fruit. Hillings stood up and followed his Sergeant. 

“Over here Sir!” One of the somewhat newer interns stood up from his desk and waved his commanding officer towards him. 

“This is the guy. We cross referenced all of the names we have with the former suspects and they are his mutuals.”

Hillings looked at the young officer with a look of confusion. “His what?" 

The intern blushed. "I-it means people that follow each other. We even checked all the people that he follows, also follow each other. We are almost 100% certain that this guy is the head of operations.”

Hillings stroked his chin and looked at the phone. On the screen pictures of a young, hispanic looking male were shown. He was fairly light skinned, well built, looking at the plethora of shirtless pictures he had posted. 

“Get his description throughout the whole city, every district should be on the lookout for him!” Hilling shouted through the office.  

“Wait sir… with all due respect, wouldn’t it be smarter to send someone to meet him in person? He might start suspecting things if cops suddenly knew what he looked like.” The intern quickly said. The whole office stopped in their tracks and looked at both the intern and the detective. The detective looked down at the young man and sighed. 

“Fuck, youre right. Do we have any undercover agents who can go?” He asked Buck. 

“No sir… they’re either out of commission or in the field."  

Hillings groaned and took the phone out of the intern’s hand. 

"Fine, I’ll do it, I used to be one of the best undercover agents in town.” He looked back at the intern. “What’s your name, boy?" 

"I-Ignacio, sir.” He stammered.

“You’re with me. I need you to help me get a meeting with this guy and help me avoid any suspicion.”

“Y-yes, sir!” Ignacio was beaming with excitement, a playful grin forming on his young face.

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Three hours later, and detective  Hillings was standing in a narrow alleyway. It was late, no one was on the streets and only the sound of distant traffic was heard.  

It had taken the intern a surprisingly short amount of time to get the thug to meet up. 

“Ignacio, any sign of him?" 

"No, sir. Not a hint" 

Ignacio was currently sitting in a civilian’s car, keeping tabs on their surroundings and also to help Hillings get through the conversation.  

"Has he texted yet, sir?” Ignacio asked

“No, not yet” Hillings looked at the extra phone they used to get a hold of the gang leader. Just as he opened his phone he got a message. “Almost there”

 Hillings’ heart began to beat faster. It had been a while since he had done an undercover operation. The guy looked to be young and fit, the polar opposite of this experienced detective . Luckily he had Ignacio, who would come to his aid the moment the suspect said anything incriminating. 

As Hillings looked up from his phone, he heard footsteps coming from behind. He turned around and saw a figure approach him. 

“Target in sight."  Hillings whispered into his microphone. No response. Hillings figured Ignacio didn’t want to compromise the operation and kept quiet. The alleged suspect stopped right in front of Hillings and he got a good look at the guy. He was slightly taller, about 5'9, hoodie and face mask on, so his face was hard to distinguish. He was dressed completely in black, almost disappearing if the light from down the street hadn't  been there.  

"You terry2hot?” The guy asked. His voice was quite deep, with a slight hint of an accent. 

Hillings didn’t quite know what to say until he remembered the name of the fake instagram account. “Y-yes that is me… and you are…?”

“The guy you’re looking for. What do you want, XTC, shrooms? Weed maybe?" 

Hilling had to hold in a gasp as the suspect was just handing out evidence as to his endeavors.  

"S-some weed yeah that sounds about right.” Hillings stammered. What was happening, he couldn’t quite focus. He took a deep breath through his nose and the dealer chuckled.  

“Smells good doesn’t it” he said. Hillings looked at the dealer as he unzipped his jacket. Hillings kept looking as his bare torso became visible. At the same time, his nostrils got an overdose of the slightly sweet scent that had been hanging in the air ever since the man had appeared. 

Hillings started to breathe heavily, his palms became clammy as he looked at the young male in front of him. The suspect pulled down his face mask, revealing a sly grin. “Why don’t you come in closer, piggy"  

Hillings looked up in shock. "Fuck… you… knew?” His thoughts slowed down tremendously, and he couldn’t think straight. “Ignacio… help” he managed to blurt into the microphone. 

The dealer looked at him with a massive grin on his face and proceeded to take off his jacket. 

“Come, take a whiff, piggy” He raised his arm, revealing his hairy pits. Even in the dim light, Hillings could see the glistening sweat on his body. At the same time even more of the smell started to drill into Hillings nose, making him feel wobbly. 

“Shit, what… did you do… to me…” Hillings was swaying his eyes darting to the entrance of the alleyway, waiting for Ignacio to show up. The dealer stepped closer towards the cop, which made Hillings step backwards, until he felt the brick wall against his sweating back. The man grinned as he put his hand up against the wall, his sweaty and aromatic pit almost against Hillings face. Hillings heart was racing, his pants felt uncomfortably tight, and he felt his mouth dry up. 

“Come on little piggy, you know you want to, take a whiff.” The dealer whispered into his ear. 

“What… have you done…” Hillings kept his defenses up, holding his breath. 

“This? This is Eros, our new designer.It’s based on pheromones, my pheromones actually, and it makes men go wild. It’s designed to make you feel so fucking good." 

As he kept talking he slowly pushed his pit towards Hillings face, until it was mere inches away, the heat radiating onto his face. Hillings gulped, almost running out of breath. 

"You know you want it. Just take a small sniff.”

Hillings shook his head, the pressure building in his head. The thug got even closer, and whispered: “You don’t want to be a good boy?”

Something clicked in Hillings brain. His pants got even tighter, painfully so, and he gasped for air. At the same moment the thug pressed his armpit against the cops nose, who greedily started to lap up the sweat and inhale the otherworldly smell. Hillings couldn’t stop, it smelled too good, it was too addicting. He let out a soft moan as he felt a rush of heat wash over his whole body. 

“There we go, that’s a good boy." 

Hillings feld his dick throb at the words. He was turning into a massive sub for his master… no the thug… the criminal… the hot fucking stud. Hillings mind was racing, he couldn’t help but idolize the man in front of him, he even felt some sort of attraction towards him. He continued sniffing and moaning as his body started to heat up. 

Hillings rubbed his massive belly, feeling a weird rumbling as it slowly started to sink away into his body. The fat started to melt away, actually turning into hard muscle, and the excess spreading all over his body. The thug smirked and tore open Hillings’ shirt, revealing a soaked wife-beater that quickly got ripped off. Hillings quickly looked down, and saw a set of rippling abs had formed. Still slightly protruding, a slight muscle gut, but nowhere near as fat and jiggly as it had been. He saw lumps move towards his chest, and an erotic feeling spread all across his body as his pecs started to grow into giant muscle tits. He moaned again, and the thug quickly grabbed his head and pushed it up against his other pit. The fresh sweat and smell sped up the transformation even more. 

Hillings felt himself push away from the wall as his ass started to inflate. The juicy glutes strained against the fabric of his pants, almost tearing them at the seams. His legs started to tighten, and grow slightly. His heavy figure had already made his legs quite big, but as the fat got almost completely converted into muscles, they reached new heights. Which also started to increase. A loud cracking in both his legs and spine sent him flying upwards. Now no longer shorter than the hot dude in front of him, his new height put him at a towering 6'4. His pants held out for about two seconds, before bursting open, revealing the tent in Hillings’ now tight boxers.

"Sit boy, I’ll give you a treat.” The guy kicked off his shoes as Hillings followed his command and pressed his damp sock up against the cops nose. Hillings immediately started to sniff, lick and worship his master’s foot. 

Hillings’ own feet quickly burst through his shoes as soon as he started. They grew to an admirable size 12, and instantly started to secrete a similar smell. As much as his feet had, his arms also rapidly started to fill out the remnants of his shirt. His bi- and triceps exploded until they were almost the size of his head. His shoulders popped, significantly broadening his posture. His hands grew thicker, stronger, strong enough to make sure no one could escape his grip. 

While Hillings had been sucking and sniffing on the man’s toes, he had lowered his pants, revealing an enormous bulge, with a smell even more vile, but also even more alluring than the previous ones. Hillings immediately stopped sucking on his master’s toes and looked up at the radiating package above him. 

“Fuck if only you didn’t look so disgusting that would have been so sexy.” The thug grinned and leaned up against one of the giant dumpsters in the alley ,and wrapped one leg around Hillings back and pulled him up against his package. Hillings’ eyes rolled back from the severity of the smell, but started to sniff right away. 

A pleasant tingle started to spread across Hillings’ skin. Every time he inhaled the intoxicating smell, his skin started to tighten. The years melted away, 55 to 50, 50 to 45, 45 to 40, eventually stopping at an honest 38. His skin also started to take on a slight tan, looking more hispanic with the second. After his whole body had taken on a sunkissed shade, his master took his head out between his thighs and tilted his head up. 

“Almost done boy.” He smiled, no longer a sly smirk but a more warm and adoring smile. He slowly lifted his sub up to his face and planted a sloppy kiss onto his lips. Hillings eyes briefly widened, before closing, and he leaned into his master’s kiss.

While making out, Hillings’ head started to change.  His double chin completely disappeared, instead his jaw tightening, and growing stronger. His lips plumped, and a small mustache formed on his upper lip. His jaw itched, and a slight chinstrap beard grew out.  His hair started to darken,  cutting itself short and creating a skin fade. His nose broadened,  his brows grew thicker and his eyes turned a dark gray. 

Suddenly, the dealer pushed his tongue into Hillings’ mouth. Hillings felt himself get even harder,  harder than he had ever been actually. His hand traveled down, feeling his rod grow harder, and longer. It throbbed, each throb adding to the length and girth. His balls started to swell,  producing more of his much more potent seed. He also started to sweat more. His stench filled up the alley,  mingling with the smell of his master.  His master slowly moved away and smiled.  

“You’re such a good boy,” he said softly

Hillings came.  Just those words send him over the edge. His dick pulsed,  and shot load after load into his tight briefs. With each discharge, Hillings’ old life started to fade away. His new seed started to fill in the blanks. From an old, white cop,  to a middle-aged, hispanic thug, the second in command to the local gang, only taking orders from his master.  

“How are you feeling Rodrigo?” his master asked.  Rodrigo Hermino smirked.

“Amazing boss… this stuff is amazing.”

“It works wonders in high quantities, but Ignacio proved even a small bit can make men very pliable.”

Rodrigo grinned. “I’m happy to hear that.”

“Let’s go, Rody,” Rodrigo smiled. His boss, Carlos, was actually the kid that he had taken care of when he was young. His charisma and business brain made him an excellent fit for a gang leader.  He always called him Rody when they were young. 

A car honked at the entrance to the alley.  

“Let’s go people, places to be ” Ignacio grinned from the driver’s seat. 

Rodrigo rolled his eyes and strutted towards the car. 

“Watch your mouth, Puto, that’s the boss you’re speaking to.”

Ignacio almost shrinked away in the seat.  

“S-sorry sir. ”

“Atta boy, now get in the back." 

Ignacio nodded and quickly scrambled into the back seat.  Rodrigo got in,  and Carlos got in the seat next to him.  He looked over and grinned at his right hand man,  putting his hand on his exposed thigh.

Rodrigo blushed, his massive 10 incher bobbing in his briefs,  as they drove off.

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The police department was in complete disarray. The  two new cases of the disappearances had shaken the department to its core.  The Senior detective  who was leading the case and one of the new interns who went out with him on an undercover operation were both missing.  There had been no trace of them ever since they left the station, and without a good commanding officer they had no idea what to do.

The only link they had was the instagram account that was used to get to the gang leader.  It used to be a blank account,  but a new picture had been posted and the name changed from terry2hot to GoodBoyRody. 

The alleged ringleader was also tagged in the post, and all the other members had quickly commented. 

"Looking good sir!”

“Guapo🥵🥵”

“Caliente como el fuego🔥🔥🔥”

During the next few weeks, Sergeant Buck took over as commanding officer. The fight against the gang had gotten a lot tougher.  Rumors of a second in command had spread through the city, he was starting fights and cops had a hard time getting him.  Even when they finally had him, he either punched himself out of getting arrested, which his attorneys always managed to coerce into an instance of self defense,  or he was let go due to lack of evidence. 

This is a commission for @bremenmask . I hope you enjoy it buddy. It has been a blast working with you.

Thomas was fuming. He had just gotten out of a call with HR, in which they talked about the position of CEO that had just opened up. They had to regretfully inform him the position would be filled by a transfer from the Turkish branch. They had made clear he would be moving up however. The new CEO had made clear he wanted Thomas to be his personal assistant and right hand man. Thomas didn't refuse this, the paycheck would be almost double his current one, but he was in no way happy about being bossed around by one of those filthy Arab brutes. He had worked his ass off for 35 years for God sakes! The new boss would be arriving tomorrow, and HR had asked Thomas to pick the man up from the airport and give him a warm welcome into the office.

"I have to work under that monkey from now on." Thomas exclaimed to his colleagues. "I can't believe I haven't been given the position."

His colleagues just nodded and let him rant. It wasn't anything new. Old man Thomas, the racist, the white supremacist. Most of them had already heard the new CEO was being considered to be a transfer from Türkiye. HR had sent them some feedback reports on what they would think of this.While most were very optimistic about this change, seeing as the department was in dire need of some diversity, they had also, anonymously ofcourse, let HR know that Thomas would be very much against this, seeing his racist demeanor. HR had taken this into consideration and told Mr. Hamad Abdul in advance. Knowing this he was still adamant to take the job and even wanted to make sure Thomas would become his closest employee, his personal assistant.

Why? HR didn't know, neither did the employees, and neither did Thomas, who was now angrily driving towards the airport. It was a hot summer day, so he was blasting the AC. He arrived at the airport, and almost immediately spotted his new boss. The man was a towering giant of a man. His tailor-made suit was almost painted onto his strong physique. A well trimmed beard adorned his strong square jaw. Thomas gulped. He stopped the car in front of the man, and rolled down the window.

"Hey Hamad, get in." Thomas almost snarled, but he managed to keep himself calm.

Mr Abdul raised an eyebrow as he leaned down. "I sincerely hope this is not the way you treat your boss Thomas?" His voice was rough, and almost completely without an accent. Thomas started to sweat.

"Sir, or Mr. Abdul, that is how you will address me, Thomas." He put an obvious emphasis of displeasure on Thomas' name.

"Y-yes sir" Thomas stammered. He didn't know why, but he had lost all fighting spirit once the man outside the car spoke to him.

"Now, you will open this door for me, and put my luggage in the trunk." Mr Abdul demanded.

"Yes sir." Thomas replied. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door for his boss. After the man got in he quickly closed the door and carried the two large trunks to the back and loaded them into his car. He swiftly got back into his seat and started to drive off.

Thomas didn't dare speak. For some unknown reason, he felt beneath the large Turkish man. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, so he turned the AC up a notch. However after doing so Mr. Abdul spoke.

"Turn that off Thomas. It is far too chilly in this country. "

"Y-yes sir…" Thomas reluctantly turned off the AC, and within minutes the car turned into a blistering sauna.

"Ah, that is better." Mr Abdul sighed in relief. Thomas looked in his rearview mirror and saw his boss unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt. His large, hairy chest was already glistening with sweat.

At the same time a warm funk started to spread throughout the car. Thomas grimaced. He wasn't an idiot so he knew what the source of the smell was, but he also knew he couldn't ask Mr. Abdul to please let him open a window.

"Anything wrong Thomas?" Thomas turned his eyes back to the road. "N-no sir."

"Good, I was almost afraid you were against my smell." Thomas looked back into his mirror and saw Mr. Abdul stare right at him.

"N-no sir… it's a sign of a real man … right?" Thomas stammered.

"What is?" Mr Abdul asked with a sly smirk on his lips.

"The… the smell sir… and the sweating."

"I suppose you are right Thomas. A real man can't help but smell."

Thomas nodded as he turned his eyes back to the road.

Slowly, Thomas' own Body odor started to fade away, the overwhelming smell of Mr. Abdul filling the confines of the car.

They arrived at the office and Thomas quickly got out, opening the door for Mr. Abdul.

"Good boy." Mr. Abdul said. A shudder went through Thomas's body.

"Thank you sir!" Thomas gleefully replied. He turned red after he had said it. He swiftly turned around and led his boss into the building. After a quick tour, Mr. Abdul nodded and said, "Alright boy, let's get to work."

"Y-yes sir" Thomas hated how he turned into a blubbering mess talking to this brick wall of a guy.

Thomas took place at his desk just outside the office and got to work. Mr. Abdul frowned as he walked into his new office and closed the door behind him.

Thomas groaned as soon as the door closed.

"Motherfucker thinks he owns the place, well, I'll let him know."

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The next day Thomas arrived at work, 15 minutes early as he always did. He walked into the office, only to notice his desk was missing, only an out of place emptiness remaining.

"What the fuck! Where the hell is my desk?" He looked around for his stuff, but only saw his colleagues shrug and shake their heads.

The door to Mr. Abduls office opened and the new boss was standing in the doorway.

"Looking for something? Tommy ?" He said with a playful undertone.

"Where the fuck is my desk?!"

"What was that?" Mr Abdul raised an eyebrow and stared deep into Thomas's eyes.

"M-my desk… where… I…" Thomas stammered.

Mr. Abduls eyebrow went higher.

Thomas took a deep breath. "Might you know where my desk is, sir?"

Mr. Abdul smiled.

"Of course, it's right here." He stepped aside and showed Thomas's desk, neatly fitted into the office.

"I want my assistant to be able to quickly deal with any and all requests. Having a door in between us would just hinder that right?" A devilish grin spread over his squared face.

Thomas' heart sank. He would be under constant supervision, not to mention near this asshole, the entirety of his work day.

"Come, let's get to work" Mr. Abdul motionedThomas to get into his office.

Thomas slowly made his way over, briefly looking over his shoulder, only to see his co-workers snicker at his flushed visage.

Mr. Abdul closed the door behind them and got behind his desk.

"You will answer the phone quickly, and deal with it quietly.I don't want any drawn out calls. Anything I ask of you, you will do to the best of your abilities, which I hope are up to standard."

Thomas nodded and booted up his computer.

"I'll let you know if I need anything." Mr Abdul started to type away.

Thomas opened his email and began replying. He had already gotten a massive amount of emails of executives and companies asking to meet with the new CEO. He painstakingly got to work.

After about half an hour he noticed he had started to sweat. He looked over at Mr. Abdul and was about to ask if he could maybe turn the AC on, but before he could utter a single word, Mr. Abdul said, "If I need you I will call on you, otherwise I like to work in silence."

Thomas nodded, his shirt slowly getting drenched as the minutes ticked away.

After a while he picked up a familiar scent. It was Mr. Abduls musk. Thomas deeply inhaled, and quickly got back to work.

At the other side of the room, Mr. Abdul smirked.

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Thomas had been working in the musk ridden office for a few days now. The musk slowly seeming to lose its oppressive effect. He still couldn't help but be Mr. Abduls little bitch, and obeyed his every whim, but he did slip out a few harsh words to his coworkers.

On the flip side, he hadn't felt as spry and energetic as he did in ages. He got up early, he even ran a bit before going to work.

Thomas sat down next to his coworkers in the lunch room and sighed.

"That ass really keeps me running around. Can't he do anything himself?"

His colleagues just murmured a bit, knowing full well he would have made his assistant do the exact same if he had become CEO.

"I mean, I get it. If I were a sweaty pig like him I would be lazy as well right, but fucking hell get your ass up man."

The room fell dead silent.

Thomas looked at his coworkers with confusion.

"So that's what you think of me Tommy"

Mr. Abdul was standing right behind Thomas. His face was calm, but the tone of his voice was grim and serious.

"Stop fucking calling me Tommy. It's Thomas…" he turned as he said it, making eye contact and immediately the blood drained from his face. The room was so quiet that you could hear the traffic, even through the triple layered windows.

"Office, now" Mr. Abdul commanded and Thomas shot up, almost running out the lunch room.

When inside, Mr. Abdul slammed the door shut, and locked it with a key on his keychain.

Thomas was frozen in the middle of the room. Mr Abdul sat down in his chair and sighed.

"What is your problem with me Tommy?"

"I… I don't have a problem sir." Tommy stammered. He stared at the floor while Mr. Abdul was speaking.

"You have been rude and, quite frankly, downright racist since I got here. You may not show it to me, but I have heard complaints from your colleagues, and from HR from before I even got here."

Thomas had a hard time focusing on what Mr. Abdul was saying. It's not that he didn't want to, but the room was filled with this amazing and arousing smell.

"THOMAS"

Mr. Abdul shouted and Thomas looked up.

"I'm sorry sir. I'm listening, I just…" Thomas fell silent. Sitting in his chair, Mr. Abdul had unbuttoned his shirt, and his broad, bulky and hairy torso was in full view.

Thomas's mouth hung agape, a small droplet of drool seeping from the corner.

"I said, come here"

Thomas wanted to object but his legs began moving towards the desk before he could stop them. He walked around the desk, stopping just in front of his boss. The strong smell filled his nostrils, his mind going blank.

"Come sit on my lap." Mr. Abduls voice had turned calm, almost seductive even, and Thomas couldn't help but follow his command.

Mr. Abdul put his arm around him and smiled. He put one hand behind his head, the erotic scent only becoming stronger.

"Sir… I…" Thomas wanted to stand up, leave, from this disgusting scene. Instead, he found himself leaning closer and closer to the exposed pit of his boss.

A few inches before he made contact and stopped, his eyes drifting upward, looking Mr. Abdul in the eyes. He only nodded.

This sent Thomas over the edge. He buried his face into Mr. Abduls pit sniffing up the fresh musk, lapping up any drops of sweat he could find. Inside his head he was screaming. How humiliating, how degrading, how…

"You're such a good boy aren't you" Thomas's mind cleared. The turmoil and rage fell silent. Instead his head filled with a feeling of fulfillment and bliss.

"I think you're finally ready. I haven't been satisfied with your performance, but perhaps that will change." Mr. Abdul smiled as he pressed Thomas's head back into his pit.

"Now, take a deep breath boy. And keep it in there for a while." Tommy did just that. He inhaled deeply and held his breath.

The musk immediately started to have an effect on his body. Slowly, his skin started to even out. Any blemish or wrinkle got ironed out, making him appear years younger.

"Now keep it up oglan, deep breaths"

Tommy took another deep breath. He began to squirm a little, his buttoned shirt getting quite tight all of a sudden. His slouched shoulders straightened up, getting broader each second. Before long his shirt was almost skin-tight on his body. Mr Abdul grinned and Tommy took another breath. His shirt exploded. His broad shoulders rounded out with pounds of muscle. His arms quickly followed. His biceps and triceps pulsed, and grew. They were almost as big as his head!

After taking another deep breath his flabby stomach began to tighten. Layers of fat started to melt and move around his body. His arms got even bigger with a small added layer of fat, while his stomach became home to rows of tight, abs. Mr Abdul's hand slid down Tommy's back, down to his glutes, which were in the process of expanding themselves. The previously unimpressive, fat filled office worker ass, became a beautifully sculpted bubble but. Mr Abdul sank his hands in them, and Tommy let out a soft moan.

"That's it oglan. How do you like my pit."

"It… it's so good... sir…"

"You don't have to call me sir when we're alone, oglan."

"Y-yes… Daddy"

Mr. Abdul smirked.

"Now let's give you something new." Tommy pulled his head out of the pit and looked at Mr. Abdul, his face had lost a few years, and his eyes were vacant, no thought behind them.

Mr Abdul took off his shoes, and slowly pushed Tommy down. The smell emanating from his big feet was intense. His pits had been ripe, but now completely paled in comparison. Tommy eagerly went along and took a whiff of his bosses feet. After taking a few deep breaths, a strong itch spread across his smooth chest. While absentmindedly scratching it he felt thick hairs brushing up against his fingers. Mr. Abul grinned as he watched the forest of hair spread. He took his other foot and rubbed it against the soft carpet of hair, leaving behind a permanent mark of musk. Tommy took the sock of one of Mr. Abdul's feet and began licking and sucking on his toes. With each lick, his pecs began to swell. His fat old man moobs quickly started to look and feel like strong masculine pecs, every aggressive lick made them sway and jiggle. A quick pinch of his nipples send him into a moaning fit, revealing their sensitivity.

Tommy grabbed the other foot, and deeply inhaled. His legs quickly expanded, blasting the dress pants to bits. Quads that could crush a watermelon rested on top of thick calves. His feet burst out of the expensive shoes he was wearing, a domineering size 12.

"That's already so much better boy, come here." Mr. Abdul motioned Tommy to move back up, and as his boy did, he took him by the chin and pulled him up to his face, and locked lips with him. Mr. Abduls strong tongue forced his way into Tommy's mouth, beginning the final stages of the transformation.

Tommy moaned and groaned as his facial features began to change and shift. His round and putty looking face began to sharpen. His rounded jawline became strong and squared, his nose grew a bit bigger, and his lips became more plump. His eyebrows grew bushy and stern, while his eyes softened a bit. A heavy itch ran across his new jawline and a thick beard quickly grew in. Mr. Abdul ran a hand over his balding scalp and thick, black locks of hair sprouted from the once middle aged man's head.

At the same time a wave of color washed over the white man's skin. A tan fitting of an Arabian hunk, his skin glistening with sweat, shone in the sunlight coming from the large windows of the office.

With his free hand, Mr Abdul grabbed Tommy's undersized bulge, and began to massage it. Waves of pleasure ran through the hunks body, his undersized rod quickly growing in size. At the same time However it didn't quite seem to get hard. That was at least until it reached a massive 10 inches. Seems he was a shower not a grower. While his dick was growing, his balls had filled with a massive amount of cum. They had grown to the size of tangerines, and his dick was leaking into his tighty whities.

"You only cum when I tell you to, boy."

Tommy nodded.

"Are you ready to leave your old life behind, and become an Arab boy for your daddy?"

"Y-yes… yes sir please."

Mr. Abdul continued to grope Tommy´s ever growing bulge, his balls churning, growing and sagging, every aspect of his life condensing into the thick, salty solution.

“P-please… Baba… I need to cum”

Mr. Abdul grinned.

“Cum for Baba, boy.”

Tommy threw his head back as his massive rod began spewing out rope after rope of seed into his underwear. His deep moans echoing against the walls off the office. The small wet spot that had appeared due to his leaky cock quickly started to spread. Before long his whole underwear was drenched, and he was still shooting. All his memories drained from his balls into his soaking underwear, dripping alongside his leg. Mr. Abdul ran a finger across his boy's leg and swiped up a big swab of seed. He slowly took his finger in his mouth and savored the taste of his new plaything.

“You taste amazing Ayaz” He ran his hands across the sculpted back of his boy, and smiled.

Ayaz looked up, his dim eyes filling with light and energy. “Thank you Baba!” he said with a big grin.

“Now go get yourself cleaned up. I want you back here in an hour.”

“Yes sir!” Ayaz got serious again. Mr. Abdul liked that about his boys. They knew when to switch back into work mode and were very good at what they did. Mr. Abdul threw Ayaz a new suit, no underwear of course, which Ayaz quickly put on. His obscenely large bulge didn't leave much to the imagination, but then again, his whole body was basically for show in the tight suit.

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The department was happy with the new figures the CEO was producing over the past weeks. He had been able to almost triple their profits in only a few weeks time. Mr. Abdul told HR it was due to his lovely assistant Ayaz, who had kept track of all the work and kept the clients very, very happy.

Ayaz was also very happy. He was able to live a luxurious life due to both his massive paycheck and his boss being his Daddy. He was of course a hard worker, but having almost two full incomes also definitely helps. He spends most of his time outside of work going to the gym to keep his daddy happy or participating in some… lets call it lucrative occupational activities. Again Mr. Abduls assistant keeps the clients very, very happy.

Tempting fate are we?

You were super excited. You had won the bet with your roommate and he would finally start to get his act together once the package would arrive.

You arrived home earlier than him and noticed the package by your front door. You giddily opened it up and saw it was... a candle? You smirked. A candle is way to bitchy for a stoner dropout like him. You decided to light it so the room would be all ready once hed got back.

You decided to do some homework while you were waiting.

As the time went by however you noticed you had a hard time concentrating on the material. Your thoughts kept drifting to your roommate. At first you thought it was because of your excitement for the transformation but then you noticed what you were thinking of. His long thick legs. His strong arms. His scent. You felt yourself get harder, and harder, and harder. You looked down to see a massive tent in your sweats. Wait... sweats? You were wearing khakis just before? You felt yourself rise up from your chair as your thighs suddenly began to fill out your sweats. At the same time your legs began to lengthen, your torso stretched, revealing your midriff, and turning your t shirt into a crop top. T-shirt?? You were wearing a shirt right?

Suddenly the front door opened and your roommate walked in. One glance and he immediately understood what was happening and smiled.

"Glad I told them I won, instead of you, you're looking so much better babe."

Babe? You weren’t his boyfriend though, and you werent gaaaaaaaayyyyy...

Your mind slurred. He had walked over to you and began to stroke your massive bulge. Each stroke send bolts of energy through your mind, breaking down the knowledge that you had been curating over the past years.

In its place came workout routines, different ways to use weed and multiple sex positions.

You turned your head to your boyfriend only to be met with his cheesy, musky rod against your new plump lips.

"They said it would work faster if you had some stimuli, so get to it baby"

You eagerly began to suck, feeling your torso broaden with each bob of your head. It didn't take long for him to shoot down your throat, and your arms exploded with muscle.

A musk began to permeate throughout the room and you felt yourself leaking in your tight sweats.

Your roommate might have lost the game but he sure has won the war.

Just a big dude then eh?

Walking back from work you notice a small parcel sticking out of your letterbox.

You open it up to find a beany with a small logo which reads Rakurai Inc. On it.

You put it on and immediately feel a warmth spreading through your being.

As you look over your body you see pounds and pounds of muscle flying onto your frame. Your loose shirt started to tighten around your growing physique.

Your arms make the shirt look painted on, while your pecs jut out, and you can't help but give them a good squeeze.

Your glutes explode making your ass look and feel amazing (you make a mental note of this, making sure to take it for a test drive later).

Your cock thickens, doesn't get much longer but as it was hard before it seems to briefly soften, before harding again, but not growing much more (Another mental note, seemingly you've become a shower).

A fierce stinging pain shootst through your arms as tattoos spread across them, and a heavy itch crawls over your jaw, giving you a stunning beard, adorning your new sharp jawline.

As you walk over to the mirror your surroundings shift and fade, while your mind gets overwhelmed. The new you blinks a few times while both the area around you and in your mind settle.

You're a top tier personal trainer on your way to your own workout. Today is chest day, you think with a smile as you pop your pecs while you hear your boyfriend calling from the other side of the room.

Want to become the true gym rat?

You arrived at the gym , excited to try on your new gear. You had revived a new cap in the mail, with #gainz on it. You couldn't help but chuckle. Anyone who would see you wear it would think you had not a single active braincell in your head.

After putting it on, together with your headphones and the rest of your loose workout gear you begin your workout.

After your first few sets, you notice you haven't really broken a sweat or gotten any feeling of fatigue, so you decide to up the weight.

You continue adding weight. You feel a slight tightness across your chest, but you keep going. More weight, push, pull, more weight, push, pull. Nothing else is on your mind. Even when people come up to you asking for how many sets you still need, you just keep working out, adding more weight.

After about 4 hours you finally wake up from your workout daze and look at the muscle freak in front of you. You chuckle.

"Lookin good brah"

You flex and notice your reflection doing the same, which makes you let out a bellowing laugh. It was you all along. Then again your brain was so shit you could barely remember your own adress sometimes.

Reconnecting with an old friend? That's adorable.

You heard rumors about a life changing company making its rounds in town. Your childhood friend seemingly got their hands on some stuff so you've been looking around town for the past few days.

So you were quite surprised to find a package stuck to your door, with the logo you've been hoping to find across it ; Rakurai Inc.

You hurry inside to find a damp cutoff tank top . You take it out and the stangy musk drills its way into your nostrils.

Reluctantly, you put it on your skinny frame and take a look in the mirror.

It looks ridiculous on you, hanging off of you like a dress, your stick like arms in stark contrast to your big pectorals.

Your pectorals??

You frown as you see your torso broaden, muscles forming where there were none before. You watch in awe as abs push into being, your arms tripling in size as your hands explore your growing body.

You look down to see your legs stretch upward giving you an imposing 6'4 in length.

Your quads thicken, and looking down you notice your glutes filling the back of your pants.

A wave of pleasure notifies you of your dick springing to action and slithering down your legs.

Looking back up to the mirror, your mind glazes over. Memories of theatre and studying get replaced by Memories of working out , skipping school and making out with your best friend.

Your dick stirs in your pants as you remember the first time you made out.

As you rub your dick through your pants , your boyfriend walks in, smiling at your stature and quickly pulling you towards the bedroom.

A classic childhood friends trope.

The road kept going, winding through trees with low hanging branches and hills adept with flowers. George had been driving for hours, his red Mazda going 55 miles an hour on the backroads of the world. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, maybe trying to out pace painful memories of the previous night. Yet it still stung every time he thought back to it. 

His fiancé had been sitting in bed, surrounded by packed things, waiting for him to get home. “I’m leaving.” She’d left him in stunned silence, taken her things, and left. After what felt like hours, he came to his senses and ran after her. Finding her “packing the car”. Translation: fucking his own best friend in her back seat. He’d been angry then, she didn’t even have the courtesy to leave his apartment building lot before getting hit and heavy, with his best friend too!!!

He silenced his notifications, quick to look away from his (former) best friend’s endless stream of texts. And just let himself…disassociate from it all. He listened to the latest Sabrina Carpenter album and eventually couldn’t help but think of his next steps. First, get the damn ring back, he’d just popped the question two weeks ago and had been hoping for a wedding to be quickly approaching. Stop. Don’t think about that, he chided himself. Second… well he didn’t have another step, maybe cry. No, he’d probably better tell his parents. They’ve been so happy too. 

Eventually he realized he’d been drinking for hours and didn’t know where in the hell he was. He looked at his GPS only to find his phone buffering. No signal. He glanced around for familiar landmarks but found absolutely none. He just decided to keep driving, at least till he ran out of gas. The strained sound of the radio temporarily redirecting his worries. Bing! Not twenty minutes later his gas light flipped on. He chewed his lip as he deliberated his next move. There was no sign of civilization anywhere, no towns, no houses, not even a single road sign. Suddenly on his left he saw a simple dirt road leading to a clearing not 10 feet of the road. He pulled in thinking at least he could stay the night in his car if it came to that, maybe wait till another car passed by. 

Suddenly his radio began to blare static, startling him out of his trance and making him frantically turn the radio nobs. Yet nothing worked, the harshness of the static grating at his ears. 

“George.”

He looked around trying to figure out where the voice had come from, once he realized it was coming from the radio he felt a chill wash over him. 

“George, you are chosen”

“Chosen?” He said experimentally. “By who?” 

“Me, The immortal goddess of the harvest, Demeter.”

Before he could stop it, a rumbling laugh began in his throat and soon developed into full on belly laughter.

“Fool, I shall forgive your ignorance for what it is. But tread lightly, my child or my vengeance shall reign down on you.” Demeter, if that’s who the voice was, was clearly mad and George could feel the promise in her words.  

“Ok, I’m sorry,” George said, swallowing down the last of his chuckles.

“Very well, you will be the first, my head rancher if you will.”

“Ok,” he replied, not quite believing it, “What do I have to do?”

“Do!” She laughed, “you can’t do much right now, skinny boy so full of smarts. Unnecessary!”

George snorted, sure his body wasn’t something he was particularly proud of. Yet everything he tried was a workout plan or bulging diet, nothing happened, he just had one of those bodies that didn’t put on muscle. 

“Come on!”

Mah, it’s true boy. Anyway, prepare yourself to become a divine instrument.” She said, her voice full of power. 

“Um…”

“You’ll do well without those big boy brains. Soon you’ll be perfectly capable of the most grueling tasks with dumb happiness.”

“Wha—” 

He felt a warm sensation in his head, a softness, like all his memories and intelligence melting away. His IQ began to drop from a respectable 120 to a mere 80. His clenched jaw slackened, drool dripping from the side of his mouth. His eyes grew vacant and glazed over. IQ taking another plummet, down to 60. And slipping further and further down past the point of no return. 

Memories flashed past his eyes, on their way out the door. Flashes of growing up, dating even the god awful break up. But now it seemed like another life, he couldn’t recognize anyone he saw. All just flashes of unrecognizable things and emotion he barely felt. His IQ took a final step, then tripped down to a completely blank 30. His mouth fell open and, hard as he tried, couldn’t form a coherent thought. Just a blank slate that would soon be written on. 

“You will be the first of many to join my congregation, a perfect farm of happy farmer boys.”

George felt a kind of vague pressure in his mind, new memories being written into existence. A new childhood replaced the one that had been erased. He recalls the simple family he had, waking up early to help his pa with chores and learning the ropes of farm work, the only thing he had the brain capacity for now. He recalls flunking out of not high school, but middle school because of “cognitive disorder”. He feels remarkably content as final memories of county fairs and long farm days take hold in his consciousness, barely filling the blank space that was his mind.

His hastily thrown-on outfit of sweats and a tee melted away. Replaced by a way-to-big pair of Jean shorts, looking ridiculous on his skinny and pale skin. Not pale for long though, soon a thick layer of dirt and grime developed on his skin. As it clogged his pores and built into his skin, he soon began to reek. His hairy armpits reeked. He smelled as bad as the stable he now remembered vividly. No showers or soap, no matter how much or strong could get cover of the stench. the smell of a country boy now.

“You must look the part as well, farm boy strength and size.”

He let out a groan of pleasures as his body began to shift and change, genetics warping. His body shot up, growing to nearly 6’5”. His body grew bigger and bigger, gaining more and more weight to make him a huge giant. All that weight soon grew into pure muscle, massive biceps, popping pectorals, rigged abs. His legs soon filled the wide legs of his shorts, pulling tight against his quads and thighs. His shoulders grow to a wide stance. 

His small hands began to thicken, transforming into massive meaty hands. His fingers now round and sausage like.  Callouses forced themselves up unto their palms, coming with memories of farm work he had done. His feet grow too, becoming easily a size 17s, never to be covered by shoes again. His face began to broaden, becoming a dull sort of handsome. His long blonde hair began to recede and darken into black. Every part of him benefited from his new southern charm. 

“Ya’ see dis’ hut bod.” He remarked as he flexed his new biceps.

“Perfect by dumb little farmer boy, now just remember to respect Demeter, my boy, and you’ll be fine.”

The leftover space in George’s mind was soon filled with an unwavering loyalty to Demeter, his mistress. He was soon remembering slight bits of her, the goddess of farming, his Parton mother. He felt a strong desire to get back to the farm, work hard to grow, both the plants and the number of loyal farmhands.  His mistress' wishes merged with a pure desire to please. Thinking already of the enjoyment of making people into his perfect brothers, it’d be nice to have a fuck-buddy too. 

“You are perfect, I’m to come to you when the next step becomes clear, son.” Her voice made him feel a pleasantness that shot through the heavy mental fog of stupidity. 

He looked up and got out of the car, looking around for the promised farm. He remembered something, the road, it led the dusty way down to the holy place, farm of Demeter. He looked back at his car, now a worn dirty pick up truck, with a full gas tank. Time to get back.