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“Getting older ain’t easy”. My dad would often say that when I was growing up, and like most things your parents tell you, I didn’t take it too seriously. But 30ish years later, I started to appreciate those words of wisdom. I was a college baseball player, the ladies were all over me, and I actually had hair on my head and not everywhere else. But now I can barely throw a baseball around with my son without an ache or pain. And with him about to go off to college and play baseball, it was like he was reliving my golden days.

So with father’s day and my birthday coming up, another great reminder of my age, I decided to get something for myself. I happened across an internet ad, big letters flashing “Age Burner!” Initially thought it’d be some type of scam supplement or something. But I ordered it and a few days later, a small package arrived with a single pill. I had half a mind to throw it out, but I already spent the money. I took the pill right before I went to bed as instructed, and had the best sleep of my life. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately noticed a difference. No aches or pains! My skin felt youthful and firm. No hair anywhere but my head! I ran to the mirror and was shocked- it was like time was turned back and I was my old 19-year old self. I could barely keep my hands off my firm pecs and my abs. I even flexed to show off my guns. It felt so good to be back.  

After some time, I rummaged through my closet and found my old baseball glove, a grin forming on my face. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to play ball with my son, show him what his old man was capable of back in his youth. I ran over to his room, excited to spend the day with him when my heart sunk. The man sitting in my son’s bed looked nothing like him: bald, hairy, a small flabby gut sitting between his legs. He looked up at me, a handful of his gut in his hand, too shocked to say anything.

After the initial shock subsided, and my son had two cups of coffee, we went and investigated. The pill does in fact burn away age, almost like a fat loss supplement. But that age had to go somewhere and in this case, it all went to my son. Reversal should be easy enough, he would just need to take the pill too. The problem was the pill was on back order for at least a few months- apparently it was very popular and the company was having a hard time keeping up their supply.

Turns out though, he was just doing it as a prank. Making fun of me for being fat and gross especially compared to his godly self. I just ran away crying.

The next morning on my walk to work I saw a shop I hadn’t seen there before. When I went inside, the lady at the counter asked if I was okay, she said I didn’t look like I was, and I told her the story of the previous night. She told me “he may have looks but you have kindness. you deserve to take his muscles and looks. someone as nice as you deserves them more.” and then told me to grab a wishing stone on the house.

I thought nothing of it but kept in my pocket thinking of what she said. I wished I could have his beautiful perfect pecs and biceps. His perfect abs and luscious long hair. Suddenly, I felt every step getting heavier when I was walking. My legs felt huge

I felt like everything in my body was stretching weirdly and stopped in a nearby restaurant bathroom. When I looked into the mirror I didn’t see myself. I saw HIM.

I was him. The perfect man. Now I go to the gym as him and pose and flaunt this new body while he’s stuck in my old body.

I laugh at him now. He deserves it. I wonder if the woman at the shop put some kind of spell on him cuz he’s ALWAYS working out in my old body but he never loses weight or gains muscles. He just stays fat.

I’ve gained so much confidence in this body it’s crazy. I wonder if I could get him in my old body to worship his old body. Slap him around a little and make him my bitch. I follow him into the locker room and make him a fake deal. I tell him, worship your old body, suck your old dick and swallow. Take every kick and slap I give you and I’ll take out the wishing stone and wish to go back to the way things were.

I’ve never seen such an eager fat man sucking a cock before. I have to admit it was so much fun to slap the old me around. I hit him so hard as he worshipped every inch of my body. My biceps, my armpits, my pecs. They’re all mine now. When he was done swallowing my load and begging me to go back to his old body I just laughed.

Nope. This feels right now. Him, my submissive bitch. And me, the superior alpha muscle man. He still worships me every day at the gym and I let him suck my dick. Not for free anymore though he gives me $100 dollars each time.

Note: This story with more photos (nsfw) and videos is found on my discord! https://discord.gg/mMY9wSu4rS

Mark Calloway had always been the kind of guy people noticed when he walked into a room. At 6'3" and 225 pounds of solid muscle, he carried himself with the effortless confidence of a college athlete at the top of his game. His dark brown hair was kept in a slightly messy yet undeniably charming style, and his deep-set hazel eyes often flickered with amusement or quiet contemplation, depending on the situation. Born on June 10th, Mark was a summer child through and through, thriving in the sun and always finding a way to be outside, whether it was training for football, hitting the gym, or just hanging out with friends. 

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/inkyquillstories/774729028416520192/trading-medals-part-1-a-body-swap-story?source=share Note: This story has a lot more photos and videos (NSFW!) but Tumblr won't let me. If you would like to see the NSFW version, check it out on my discord! https://discord.gg/mMY9wSu4rS

Trading Medals Part 2:

Ethan—now Mark—stirred awake earlier than usual, blinking against the morning light filtering through the blinds. Normally, he’d struggle to get out of bed, groggy and sluggish, but today was different. There was an energy coursing through him, a natural liveliness that felt effortless. He immediately opened his selfie camera to admire himself. As he sat up, the movement alone felt powerful—his arms, his shoulders, even his core engaging in ways his old body never had.

His stomach grumbled. He needed coffee. Moving through the dorm with Mark’s easy, confident stride, he made his way to the kitchenette, instinctively rolling his shoulders as if loosening up for a workout. He reached for the coffee maker, surprised at the way his larger hands completely enveloped the handle of the pot. Even the act of scooping coffee grounds felt different—the extra weight behind his movements, the sheer size of his hands.

Immortality science is a work in progress. It requires a great deal of risk to myself for the experiments. Trying to transfer minds is dangerous. I was trying switch bodies with a college student, under the guise of extra credit. But the process vaporized me.

I slowly started to reform into a sentient green mist. But I felt like I was dying in open space, and there was the college frat guy who felt like a quench to my thirst.

I became him. I became Ben. The experiment was successful. I have achieved immortality! The thrill. The feeling of a new body gave rush to my new tool. And it felt amaaazing!

Until Ben's thoughts came like a whisper, "Professor is that you? I can't move."

"Relax, Ben. The experiment worked. I'm going to be walking in your shoes until I'm ready to try becoming someone else. Wanna help me out? Be my guide in your body. And maybe I'll try becoming someone new alot sooner."

As Ben and with his hesitant aid, I have blended perfectly into my new life. Jacking off in the morning and in the mirror has been enlightening. I think I am ready to start dating men. I knew Ben was gay as well, which is why he was offered the "extra credit".

Met a gorgeous man named Pete. We instantly hit things off. And as soon as we got to the bedroom, clothes came off. Dicks sprang free. Pete rode on top of my dick. "Don't stop..." I begged.

But all good things don't last forever. He was only interested in being a one night stand. I decided then and there Pete was the one to become. Here goes nothing... my green mist flowed from Ben into Pete. And it was extraordinary like the time with Ben.

I looked at Ben getting reacquainted with his own body. I as Pete said, "Ben, get over and fuck Pete's tight hole. I think it's getting hungry for your big one." He obeyed but only because he's been wanting to pound a bubble butt for himself, some time now.

I felt him entering and sliding inside me. It was cosmic ecstasy. Unfortunately, Pete's mind was unwilling to negotiate for sharing information on how to live his life. So, I'll have to return to Ben's body. He's going to be disappointed.

After we got done doing each other in bed, I took over Ben's body again. "Sorry, but he wasn't going to be as helpful as you were. I'll let you out to play, don't you worry." Pete ran off with cum stains dripping into his jeans between his legs.

Ben's body and life has been good to me. His spirit is growing bitter. But what can I say? I'll have to keep him under wraps until I know a hottie long enough to possess. Though, breaking my deal with Ben has crossed my mind. This body is greatness at its peak. Back to jacking off this mighty dick. Did I forget to mention, it's 9 inches. Yeah. It's a real giver.

Tried talking to Pete, but he's not into getting possessed after getting absolutely railed, and getting railed on for round 2 with me at the helm. Ben wants me out, so maybe Pete is my next stop. Ben agreed to help me learn his life. Unfortunately, Pete's slightly older brother Dillon got in the way. But a little derailed plan isn't the worst idea...

Looked at Pete, "Tell me everything about seriously hung Dillon here, and I won't become you."

Pete gulped, "Deal. Didn't like him much. He's straight. But probably secretly bi. Rude to everyone. Athletic. Not much to tell. All his passwords are in a notebook in his desk drawer..."

"Thanks. Ben and I will be in my new room. Being boyfriends..." I said excited. My dick grew to a 11 inch hammer. Compared to Ben's 9 inches. IMPRESSIVE. Emphasis on pressing against my underwear.

Two unlikely roommates are changed forever after accidentally changing their best and worst traits in hopes to improve how they get along.

Jay Johnson (JJ) was a meek twink. The college junior, at this point, wasn't a late bloomer but rather someone who'd never break out of their shell. His 5' 8" stature and inability to put on muscle hampered his confidence. Though he was gay, he was incredibly envious. Some would even call JJ an incel. Throughout college, he'd never been able to get with anyone. To cope, he'd blame it on the college. There simply weren't enough gay men around and the ones there were were simply too weird or too ugly or just not his type. What was his type? Well like many gay men, JJ yearned for a tall strong man. A masculine man who could satisfy JJ's needs, but unfortunately a man like that didn't exist in JJ's life. And so, he filled his romantic life with lusting after straight men he'd never have. Whether hot football players or a cute guy in the library, JJ would fantasize about what it'd be like to finally have a guy like that.

Trouble arose when a guy like that did enter his life. JJ had previously lived alone in his dorm for most of his college years, but this year, due to budget cuts, he'd have to have a roommate. JJ wasn't known for his friendships, so he'd be slotted in with someone random. Come move-in, JJ discovered his new roommate for the next year. Zachariah Gattouzo (Zach) was a hulking figure of a man. The 6' 2" former soccer player towered over JJ. His veins decorated his sculpted muscles. His voice deep and slow. JJ couldn't imagine a more perfect man, and now he'd be his roommate.

This is where the good news ended, however. Though he was the perfect man to JJ, he was far from the perfect roommate. Zach was loud and messy. He rarely cleaned up after himself and left his dirty laundry around the dorm. JJ was a neat freak, and despised the odor that came from Zach and his belongings after his long escapades at the gym and whatever else that happened behind his dorm room door. The only saving grace was that the two had separate rooms, but that did little to prevent the messiness from spilling over. In spite of this, JJ still caught himself ogling at Zach. He'd often jaunt around the dorm shirtless, exposing his pillowy pecs and deep cut abs. The nights were Zach wasn't out partying, the two might strike up conversation and JJ would get the chance to stare into his piercing eyes, glance at his white smile, and listen to his smooth voice. Though JJ would often pick up on subtle slip ups from Zach. He wasn't outright homophobic, but he definitely thought less of JJ and JJ knew the two would never be close friends.

These talks, however, were infrequent as Zach would rarely be doing anything other than partying at night. In fact, most nights, Zach would bring back some lucky girl. JJ rarely went out and would be subject to listening to the loud duo behind closed doors. He hated the slamming and shaking, but deep down he enjoyed it, wishing that he could experience what sleeping with such a man would be like. JJ would pleasure himself deep into the night as nothing more than an incel, eagerly fantasizing about something he'd never have. He'd stroke his average penis and imagine what it'd be like to be like Zach. To command a room, to have all eyes on him, and to be able to get any girl he'd want. Instead, JJ was meek and quiet, unable to get any gay man within a 100 mile radius. This emptiness ate away at him. His thoughts would spiral, then interrupted by Zach's guttural moans and the girl's euphoric screams.

JJ laid in bed reeling from his first week with Zach. From messiness, to subtle homophobia, to JJ's growing jealousy. He was being driven mad and lustful of Zach, and he couldn't keep this lifestyle up for much longer. He got no sleep, started dosing off in classes, and his hatred for himself only grew with each thought of how perfect Zach was. JJ pondered how things ended up like this. He looked up to the ceiling of his dorm, and wished that him and Zach could get along. Drifting off to sleep, JJ put in earplugs to try and drown out whatever Zach was doing behind closed doors. Once JJ fell asleep, his alarm clock began to light up. The glitched pixels flashed an array of numbers rapidly. "Trait roulette protocol beginning."

JJ woke the next morning. Rather than feeling tired from his late night of attempted sleep, he rose with a newfound energy. He looked down at his legs and rather than seeing his scrawny, short legs, he saw toned, well-carved legs. JJ panicked. Something was wrong, perhaps he was still dreaming. As he stood, everything around him looked much smaller. JJ stumbled as his larger feet caught his fall. As he looked down to catch himself, JJ's eyes are drawn to his torso. Replacing his bird-like body that hadn't seen a push-up since high school gym class was a body of marble. His firm pecs protruded from his body and decorated with hard nipples. His abs were well defined with a V cut drawing into his tight fitting underwear that wrapped itself around his larger quads. JJ couldn't help put snap a picture of his new self in the mirror. His cocky smug face glanced down at the phone, delighted in what he found. His hair was perfectly styled despite just getting up. His nose was narrow and sharp. His eyes demanded attention. This was everything JJ wanted to be. Masculine, tall, muscular. JJ's dream came true and he couldn't wait to see how this new self fared in finally getting laid. But before he got ahead of himself, JJ wanted to check out the rest of him.

JJ locked the bathroom door and quickly took his underwear off. To his surprise, his dick was the one thing that didn't change. It was the same average size cock. Nothing terrible, but compared to the rest of his body, it looked out of place. Though JJ couldn't complain given the rest of him was given such an upgrade. Deciding to get ready, JJ began pissing. He looked down at the toilet bowl, much taller than before. His large feet splayed firmly on the ground. As he pissed, his dick sprang alive. Fuck, JJ had never felt such a surge of horniness before. His hardened cock splashed piss against the bathroom floor. In spite of his erection, JJ awkwardly moved his larger frame to the ground with a piece of toilet paper to clean up his mess.

JJ decided to hit the gym. He wanted to show off his body to the rest of campus and see just how strong his new body was. Throwing on some gym clothes Zach had left in his room, JJ left the dorm. As he left, his alarm clock began to glitch once again.

"Round 1: Completed. Height: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Muscularity: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2 (in progress)"

"Round 2: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Genitalia: Player 1 given to Player 2. Habitation Preferences: Player 1 copied from Player 2."

Coming back from the gym, JJ quickly ran back to the bathroom. He was doused in sweat from working out. Every bicep curl, split squat, and benchpress flooded JJ with energy. He was lifting weights he'd never thought possible, and was even getting some stares from those around him. Taking his sweaty gym shirt off, he admired his glistening body. His masculine odor filled his nostrils. He was starting to get hard once again. JJ lifted his armpits to get a better whiff. He was a real man, finally. JJ tossed his shirt to the ground without a second thought as he was intrenched by his body. He kicked off Zach's shoes, JJ exposed his burly feet. The perfectly snug sneakers exposed a sour scent. JJ's dick got harder. Fuck he needed to shower before he came all over the bathroom.

In the shower, JJ ran his bear-like hands across his sculpted body. The water damped his stench, but didn't eliminate it, to JJ's delight. He continued to huff the crevices of his body. His erect cock began to piss, and JJ got an idea. He aimed his cock up and began to shower himself in his warm liquid. JJ's dick only got more hard, almost painfully so. His piss drizzled down across his sharp body and down onto his feet. His feet. JJ couldn't stop thinking about his feet. He sat down in the shower and began to rub them, feel every inch of them. His massive toes along his size 14 soles. JJ was so hard it hurt, but couldn't move his hands away from worshipping his own feet. In fact, he wouldn't even avert his eyes from them. In sheer pleasure, JJ began to cum still sitting on the shower floor. Exhausted, JJ got out of the shower forgetting to actually clean any part of himself. As he got out, he looked in the mirror and snapped a pic. While his perfect body was just the same, he glanced down to see his cock has shrunk. What was previously a modest 5" penis was now 2" flaccid. JJ panicked. His large frame made his dick look even more humiliating. Despite the rest of him being perfect, JJ's same thoughts of inadequacy came flooding back to him. No one could love a man with such a tiny pathetic dick. He was just a loser. Fuck all those people at the gym were probably just thinking about how small his dick was. Fuck them. At least JJ had a way better body than them, those fat ugly bitches. JJ needed to cool off and take a nap. He left to his dorm room, quickly shutting the door behind him. As he did this, Zach was experiencing changes too.

Zach's door had stayed shut all morning, other than the early morning departure of whoever he was sleeping with. He has completely missed JJ leave for the gym, but Zach was thankful for this. In his room, he was changing. Zach woke with a furious erection. Zach was a horny guy, but this was harder than before. He sloppily wrapped both hands around his 10" dick but couldn't get off. He tried for about an hour, watching porn, looking at his folder of nudes he'd collected from girls, anything. Confused, Zach ran to the bathroom to try to find a solution. He hoped in the shower to try and distract himself from his 10 incher bobbing around, but it was no luck. He got out of the shower and began to stroke his cock. Just then, the thought of JJ entered his mind. Precum flooded from his dick, lubricating his shaft and spilling onto the bathroom floor. Grabbing the nearest rag to wipe his mess up, Zach snagged his own gym shirt. As he cleaned his dick, his nose caught a whiff of it. This was his shirt, but it smelled different. It smelled like JJ? JJ didn't go to the gym, or at least Zach wasn't aware of this, yet he knew it was JJ's fragrance. He pressed the sweaty gym shirt to his nose, inhaling deeply. He suckled on the shirt, sucking out drips of sweat mixed with his own precum. Zach was drooling profusely. As he stroked his dick more and more, he finally climaxed. He shot load after load, covering the wall and floor of the bathroom. Zach's head finally began to clear with his erection subsiding, but as he looked down as the mess he made, he noticed his dick was even larger. His dick sat at over 12 inches. As he calmed down, his flaccid dick settled at 10 inches. Zach was bewildered at his newfound penis, but he was more disturbed by his sudden obsession with JJ's used gym shirt. He threw his underwear back on and went back to his room to take a nap and clear his head.

"Round 3: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Vocal Sound: Player 1 given to Player 2. Dominance: Player 2 given to Player 1."

JJ awoke from his nap. His sheets smelled of sweat and piss, but rather than disgust, JJ's dick felt a slight surge of arousal. JJ swung his massive legs and feet off the bed, and arrogantly walked to the bathroom. His wide stance mimicked his growing ego. As he opened the bathroom door, his large foot stomped directly into a puddle of cum left behind from Zach. JJ's blood began to boil. Zach began shouting at Zach's door, his voice much higher pitch than usual. His emasculate voice was quickly drowned out by his forceful pounding on the door. Zach awoke from his nap and opened the door. Zach was dazed, but even then he didn't remember JJ looking like this. Was he always this tall and muscular? Zach didn't have time to think as he was berated by JJ. "What the fuck is wrong with you, I fucking stepped in your cum, you freak." Rather than anger in the face of JJ screaming down his face, Zach felt a genuine remorse. Zach's deep voice bellowed, deeper than before: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I won't let it happen again." As Zach timidly spoke, his 10 inch dick began to grow erect at the mere presence of JJ. JJ glanced down to see Zach's massive meat. Zach blushed in embarrassment, knowing his own dick was so much smaller. "Fuck off dude. And get control of whatever's in your pants." JJ flipped Zach off and slammed the door shut.

JJ laid down in his bed, envious of Zach once again. How did JJ get stuck with such a weird roommate. Who leaves cum all over the bathroom floor, that little beta bitch boy needs to learn to clean up. But JJ was still attracted to the guy. He began to jerk off to the memory of Zach's footlong penis. What would have previously sent him over the edge, barely awoke his 2 inch dick. Fuck! JJ was such a loser. He can't even get his tiny dick to do anything. Maybe it was Zach's fault. Yeah he was an attractive guy, but he isn't the shit he thinks he is. JJ decided to open Grindr and decorate his account with new picture of his perfect body.

"Round 4: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Sexuality: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Homosexual tolerance: Player 1 swap with Player 2."

Upon messaging a few duded, JJ's dick was still just as flaccid, but he wanted to meet up with one of them first. Headed out of the dorm, JJ threw on some more of Zach's dirty gym clothes and left. Arriving at the guy's place, JJ felt slightly uncomfortable. He had never actually met up with someone on Grindr, hell he'd barely even messaged anyone. Those he did would ghost him, but now he was with a pretty decent looking dude. As they started to get more intimate, JJ's dick was unchanging. In a sudden instant, JJ recoiled from the man's touch. Almost like he was filled with disgust, JJ backed off. Instinctually, JJ snared "Dude, what the fuck are you doing." The man looked utterly confused, like he did something wrong. "Don't fucking touch me" hissed JJ, unable to control what he would say next. "I'll beat your ass if you ever talk to me again." JJ threw back on his clothes and left. His head hurt, but the anger was all the same. But he still needed to get laid. Now, instead of Grindr, he opened up Snapchat. Messaging some girl he had met in class, he sent over some shirtless pics. JJ didn't even think twice about messaging a girl, he just needed some relief.

The two quickly made their way back to JJ's dorm. The dirty clothes, gym odor, and foul bathroom hit the girl's nostril's quickly. JJ ungracefully began to kiss and fondle her. His rough hands clumsily felt her up. They continued and JJ's dick had finally come alive. More than just alive. JJ's dick was rock hard needing a release, though only standing at 2.5 inches. JJ guided her face into her feet to worship him, but she pulled away. JJ continued to try to force her into his feet, but she once again refused. JJ began to grow angry. He pushed her away and demanded that she lick them. She was disgusted if not confused. JJ's tiny dick stood at full mast, dripping precum as he yelled at the girl to worship his feet. In disgust, the girl berated him. "No way am I touching you, your feet, or your tiny dick, you asshole." JJ's anger boiled over and in response he began to yell back. "You know what, you should be thankful you even got in bed with you, you're chopped as fuck. How did you even get into this school? You're dumb as fuck and there's no way you could sleep your way in with a face like that." The girl slapped JJ across and the face, got redressed, and stormed out . FUCK! JJ was pissed. He was so horny. That dumb bitch, she was so fucking ugly anyway. I'd never sleep with her, I dodged a bullet.

JJ decided to take another nap to clear his head. When he awoke, he had a barrage of messages from girls calling him a piece of shit. They were mostly random girls JJ had met briefly from classes, likely friends of the girl. He didn't think much of it, they were all dumb bitches anyways. He scrolled through Snapchat again and messaged a new girl. She responded with a curt "Fuck off tiny dick." What? JJ hotheadedly responded with "The fuck is wrong with you? I'd fuck you to calm you down but I don't have a bag to cover your face. You're out of luck sweetheart" and he blocked her contact. JJ told himself the girls on campus were just weird, ugly, and not his type. That's why he wasn't getting laid. His incel habits had only worsened with his new body

That's when an idea of desperation came into his mind. JJ walked over to the dorm door and knocked on Zach's door. "Yo, cumface, did you clean up your mess?" Zach opened the door meekly. "Yeah I cleaned it up." JJ looked Zach up and down. His footlong dick was once again fully erect. "I got something else for you to clean, shitbag."

Zach almost immediately began to worship every inch of JJ. Zach was normally the one getting worshipped by random girls from campus, but now it was JJ. He ran his slobbering tongue across his armpits, his mouth sucked on each toe, Zach was in heaven. The newly gay giant was utterly obsessed with his roommate, spending most of the day jerking off to the idea of him. He had been listening to him hook up with that girl mere moments ago, wishing for a way for it to be him. And his wish came true. Zach was face down on the floor worshipping JJ's perfect body. His 12" dick leaked precum, pooling on the floor around Zach's hands and knees. JJ forced Zach's mouth around his tiny 2.5" inch dick. JJ closed his eyes tightly, imaging the mouth around his cock as a woman. He wasn't fucking gay. As Zach caressed JJ's biceps and nipples, JJ continued to force his dick in and out of Zach's mouth. With his eyes shut, JJ began to shoot loads into Zach's mouth. JJ's tiny balls only pumped out small spurts of cum, but it was more than enough for Zach. On the other hand, Zach began to cum in response, shooting gigantic ropes across the floor and onto Zach's feet, with low booming moans shook the dorm. JJ was enraged. In his post-nut clarity, he stormed to the bathroom, leaving Zach in a puddle of cum and drool.

"What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm not fucking gay" yelled JJ in his nasally voice. JJ was furious at himself that he couldn't get some bimbo to pleasure him. He stared down at his tiny dick. It was still erect which only made JJ even more mad. Zach admittedly did an excellent job worshipping JJ, but he hated it, he hated Zach, he hated himself. In a repressed rage, JJ stormed back out of the bathroom and began to fuck Zach. His puny dick barely penetrated Zach's muscular ass. "You fucking dirty faggot" JJ screamed, unsure if he was referring to himself or Zach. JJ pulled his dick out from Zach and began to piss on him. "Yeah you fucking dirty faggot."

The two roommates would go at it for hours in their filthy room. Zach, diligently doting at every word. He was hopelessly obsessed with his straight roommate, wishing at every moment to be with him. His gargantuan dick always leaking at the mere thought of his dominant and muscular roommate. When JJ wasn't around, he'd sniff his used underwear, underwear that JJ would wear for weeks on end. JJ, on the other hand, was in a constant fit of rage. When he wasn't cursing out girls for ghosting him or making fun of him in bed, he was cursing out Zach. Women seemed to run from JJ, whether that be from his crude anger, his rancid smell, or his puny dick. But he always has Zach. Zach loved to be cucked. He was a worthless cocksucking cum guzzler, just like JJ would scream at him. JJ would piss all over him as he sucked on JJ's feet. JJ could only get off to Zach's thorough worshipping, but he was in denial. JJ was a straight incel trapped in a world of ignorant women and dirty gay men, so if he couldn't sleep with the former, he might as well dominate the latter. As JJ fucked Zach once again, his alarm clock glitched for a final time.

"Trait roulette protocol complete."

Idealism

Shaun was at a loss. He sulked in one of the locker room bathroom stalls, hiding from the sporty students and from the gym coach. “Man, I wish I was big.” He wished to himself as he sat on the toilet seating waiting for class to be over. He always wanted to be one of popular jocky kids but sports aren't really his thing. He was a skinny kid, the type that got picked on in school, day in and day out. “Jeez I hate middle school” he thought. “I wish I could just skip all of this and be a grown up.” He wanted to be like his dad, a hard working, muscle man that no one made fun of. His dad had told him that he should start working out or playing sports but Shaun was way too set in his ways. He’d rather spend his free time playing video games than lifting just about anything really. He sighed, feeling hopeless while his father’s words rang in his ears. After one more heavy, pouty sigh, he got off the toilet and left the gym as the bell rang loudly. He decided he would buy some workout equipment after school. “I need some sort of muscle. I can’t stay a wimp forever right?”

After he came home, he dug through his desk to find the money he had stashed during the summer. He helped his uncle do a few jobs and he made a few hundred dollars. Hopefully it was enough to buy some used equipment or something to get him started. He clenched the money tightly in his boney, balled up fist and walked down to the antique store nearby.

Shaun walked into the store slowly. “Man, I haven’t been here in forever” he whispered under his breath. He looked around the old shelves and looked closely at the old knick knacks and toys that sat on them. He remembered coming to this store about 5 years ago to buy his first action figure. “That action figure was so cool. I hope I find something” he said to himself while looking at his lanky wrists. He looked up and saw some weird dude staring at him from behind the old counter. Shaun tensed up a bit. He always got anxious when people stared at him for too long. He could’ve sworn that the store was owned by some old guy. Or maybe the old guy just worked behind the counter? He didn’t know, and after a few more seconds, he couldn’t even care. He just had to find something to help make him big and strong. He shuffled awkwardly towards one of the dusty looking aisles and started his search. He searched around the shop, no luck. He got more and more pissed as he looked around the old store. No gym equipment. “This is so...so stupid!” he muttered to himself before kicking the shelf in front of him in frustration. He almost went in for a second kick but as he began winding up his foot, a strong hand grabbed him small, slouched shoulder. He straightened up and put his foot to the ground. The man from behind the counter gripped Shaun’s shoulder gently with his right hand. The man looked down at Shaun, not with anger, but with a strange grin on his face. This scared Shaun more than any angry frown. “Fuck!” he thought, “If I broke anything I’m so fucked!” Shaun turned his gaze back towards the shelf he had kicked, making sure that nothing had fallen too far out of place but the man interrupted his search. 

“Looking for something?” He said curiously, still keeping that same mischievous grin.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Shaun whispered to himself in his head. “What should I say?!”

Shaun brushed the hand off his shoulder and slowly thought of an answer. “I-I’m just trying to find...workout equipment I guess. Something to make me bigger.” He stammered as he spoke, his words a jumbled mess, almost sounding like he was asking a question. 

“Hmmm?” the man said. “Bigger you say?” He said with intrigue filling his voice. The man looked up and down Shaun’s slender body before grabbing his forearm lightly. Shaun began to panic. “No way am I strong enough to stop this guy from hurting me!” he thought. “Oh shit what am I gonna do!”

“He-hey what’re you-” Shaun croaked out before having his wrist twist slightly as the man inspected his skinny arm. It didn’t hurt but it was enough to make Shaun wince and stop mid sentence. The man leaned into closer to get a good final look at Shaun’s skinny, hairless forearm before a smirk reemerged on his face. The look mad Shaun angry and flustered all at the same time. “What the hell is this dude’s problem?” 

The man let go of Shaun’s arm and turned around before glancing back at the confused kid shaking behind him. 

“Follow me, I have what you need.” He walked towards the desk, not even turning towards Shaun, but he followed anyways. He followed slowly, still frightened from the man grabbing at him so suddenly. The man went behind the counter and searched through it for a few seconds before flopping a plastic on top of the old, dusty desk. Shaun flinched and covered his eyes to block the wave of dust before looking at the plastic sack. Inside were 3 pairs of briefs, one blue, one white, and one black. 

Shaun looked confused again, shaking his head back and forth as he looked the man dead in the eye. “Are you...messin with me?” he asked softly. His tone was anxious, but on the inside, Shaun was growing more angry by the second. He got bullied enough at school, he didn’t need some asshole picking on him outside of it. 

The man closed his eyes and shook his head no honestly. “Nope. These undies are special kid. I promise, they’re change your life.” Shaun grabbed the bag and stared at them, still confused but the man went on.

“These undies are magic” he said. “If you use em right, you can have whatever body you want.” He said with a smirk. That really didn’t help. Shaun was still confused. Magic underwear? That sounded like something straight from a cartoon. Even though doubt filled Shaun’s mind, his eyes still widened as he studied the underwear. 

The man chuckled as he looked at Shaun. “Wow, you look the same way you did when I handed you that toy a few years ago.” Shaun nearly dropped the package in response. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Shaun asked quietly in disbelief. 

“I was the old fart that gave you the toy kid.” He said. “Those underwear gave me a whole new look.” He gestured towards himself, cluing Shaun in to check him out. Shaun looked up and down the man’s body. He looked young. His hair was black and spiky, his black t-shirt looked tight on his toned body, and his jeans looked way too tight of a guy to be wearing. Shaun hardly took any of this into account. He thought he looked like one of those gay douchebags that he saw on MTV that spent all their free time at the beach. Even though he didn’t the guy’s style, Shaun certainly did like how strong he looked. The man wasn’t as big as the guys that Shaun admired but he was definitely a healthy looking dude. 

“I look good right?” The man said while still staring at his own body. “Yeah, that old body couldn’t really keep up with my uhh, needs. I got these undies off some old auction and now I’ve got the body of my dreams. I’m tellin you kid, these briefs are magical.” The evidence may have not seemed good enough to others but to Shaun it all made sense. He wanted to grow up so badly, and this could be the only way to get him out of this body for good. 

“What do you want for em! I-I’ll give anything!” Shaun cried to the man behind the counter. The man paused and thought hard about the price before his eyes darted towards Shaun’s pocket. “What do you have?” He asked.

Shaun paused and looked up at the man desperately before taking the money out of his pocket. 300 bucks is all he had with him.

“You remind me a lot of myself kid. I’d love to help you but miracles don’t come cheap. Tell you what, give me all the cash you have with you and I’ll give you the briefs and tell you how to use them. Sound like a deal?”

Shaun paused again. 300 bucks for some underwear? That’s 100 dollars a pair! This was all the money he’d have for the next 4 months. If he spent it all now, he couldn’t pay for all the games he had preordered. Shaun weighed the price in his head but the man spoke again. “Cmon kid, if you use these bad boys, you won’t have any need for the cash anyways, just cough it up.” Shaun sighed in defeat and handed over the 300. The man took the wad of cash and smiled gleefully while counting the bills. “Alright you have the money man, just tell me how they work, please!” He begged. 

The man groaned exhaustingly before putting the cash down and sliding the plastic back towards Shaun. “Alright kid, alright. Listen closely because I’m only sayin’ this shit once. Got that?” Shaun gulped down hard and nodded. 

“Ok, listen up. The briefs only work if you and the guy you want to merge with are wearing them at the same time. The blue pair is for a temporary switch, just something to have a bit of fun with yknow? The white pair is for a permanent switch. Only use these when you know you got someone you want. Don’t be a little shit and steal people’s bodies for good all willy nilly you hear? The black pair is yours to wear. With those you can slip in while the others are wearing the separate pairs. If you wear the black pair, you’ll be invisible to whoevers wearing the other pairs, but there’s one catch. The guy you want to merge with needs to be turned on, you catch my drift? A little “nudge” in the right direction should do the trick.”

“N-nudge?” Shaun asked curiously.

“Jeez kid, you’re hopeless. Yeah, just stroke them a bit downstairs to get things started. Shouldn’t be that hard if they can’t see you.” He went back to counting his money while Shaun stared down at the floor hopelessly. “I have to jack them off?” he thought. “Jeez, talk about a catch.” Shaun, unlike the majority of his classmates, had never masturbated in his life. He’s watched porn only once or twice. He was almost completely clueless when it came to sex. The idea of grabbing another guy’s penis scared the crap out of him. Shaun grabbed the plastic bag tightly and walked out of the store without another word to the creepy shop keeper. He sat in his room that night and thought hard about what he wanted to do tomorrow. 

Shaun had never thought so hard in his life. Who would he try these on first? He wanted someone big and strong to take over. Someone stronger than his dad even. He sighed and almost considered going to bed then and there but then an idea came to him in the knick of time. “Mark!” He said to himself. “I’ll take over Mark!”

Mark was a real dickhead. Your typical jocky douchebag that liked bullying the skinny kids even though he was 20 years old. Shaun would’ve called him “sad” or “pathetic” if it weren’t for how great he looked. Mark was a college linebacker that Shaun’s gym teacher would talk to during class and coach after school. While the gym teacher was busy yelling wimpy kids, Mark would often brag about his muscles and hot girlfriend to other kids. Shaun hated his stupid guts but he admitted that his body was awesome to look at. He was strong, really strong. His arms and chest were huge, bigger than his dad’s even. Sometimes while hiding during gym class, Shaun would imagine what it would be like to be a guy like Mark. Big, strong, athletic, cool. He wanted so bad to be him. He came up with a plan before going to bed. For once in a long time, Shaun was excited to show up at gym class. 

Shaun went to school with the blue pair packed in his bookbag. He went to the locker room and took as long as he could to change, trying his best to be the last one to change. After all the kids mocked his skinny figure and changed, they cleared out leaving Shaun all by himself. He shrugged off the jokes and tried to find Mark’s bag. Soon enough, he found the heavy bag sitting on the floor next to one of the nearby benches. A smile ran across Shaun’s face as he unzipped the bag and found Mark’s underwear almost right away. He stole the pair and replaced them with the blue briefs that he had bought from the antique shop. After the swap was done, Shaun went back to class and finished another shitty day at school. 

As time went on, Shaun got anxious. “Fuck, what if they don’t work man.” He whispered to himself. “What if that asshole at the store really scammed me? Fuck fuck fuck.” Shaun’s entire body twitched. There was no turning back now. He had a plan, and he had to stick with it. He walked home and and slipped on the black briefs and waited. Around 8 o'clock, Shaun was playing a few games on his Xbox before the briefs started squeezing the life out of him. The briefs got warmer and tighter by the second. “No way. Are they working!? Did he put em on!?” A vision flashed through Shaun’s mind. He could see Mark in the locker room after practice, slipping on the blue undies. After he slipped on the tight briefs, Mark drove back to his dorm to relax after a hard day of training. Shaun immediately jumped up to his feet. He ran out of the house without a second thought and grabbed his bike and rode it to Mark’s dorm as fast as he could. “I can’t believe it! He put em on! The briefs were working!” he said to himself. Man, was he excited. Finally, he could kiss this wimpy body goodbye. He walked up the Mark’s door and stopped a second before knocking. He was a bit scared now that he was actually here but the thought of being a big strong linebacker like Mark convinced him to go through with the knock. He knocked as hard as he could with his pathetic arms until he heard large footsteps stomp towards the door. 

Mark swung the door open and looked around. Shaun couldn’t believe his eyes. Mark was standing in front of him, with no shirt, nothing covering his body except a towel around his waist. Maybe he was getting ready to take a shower or something. His muscle covered chest looked dirty as Shaun stared up at it. Mark looked confused as hell as he searched around his door. “Holy fuck. I really am invisible!” Shaun thought to himself. Mark huffed and slammed his door, not even noticing that Shaun’s invisible form had slipped inside while the door was wide open. Mark stomped back towards his desk and let go of the clean towel. As the towel dropped, Shaun could see a bulge poking out from the front of the briefs. “Holy shit, that’s his penis…” Shaun said to himself. Mark sat down in his chair, sitting up straight and leaning in towards his laptop. Shaun just couldn’t take his eyes off his abs. He just loved how they looked, all sweat covered in shiny, just like the heroes in the action movies he watched. He wanted to be big and strong, just like Mark. Shaun tip-toed closer to Mark and took a glance towards the laptop screen.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Mark was watching porn on his laptop. “Was he really going to start jacking off right here?” Mark began to panic but then he remembered the instructions that the creep at the store had told him. Shaun sighed heavily and swallowed his fear down before reaching his invisible hand out towards Mark’s bulge. He cupped it in his hands, letting Mark’s fat penis fill his hand. Shaun shuddered at first but began to admire its size. “W-wow” he thought. “It’s a lot bigger than mine. Will this really be all mine?” He began feeling up and down it’s length and Mark’s dick progressively grew harder in reaction to his touch. Mark let out a deep moan before reaching down his meaty hand to grab his dick. Shaun let go of his throbbing shaft before Mark’s hand began rubbing up and down the growing bulge. The sound of Mark’s moans began drowning out the shrieks and moans coming from the laptop. Mark sat back and pulled out from his desk as he stared deeply into the computer screen. Shaun began to strip naked. He pulled off all his clothes except the briefs that hugged his limp crotch tightly.

Shaun breathed deeply before saying “Here goes nothing.” I stood in front of Mark and hovered over his lap before pulling up on Mark’s’ blue briefs. Mark’s giant arms fell down limply to his sides as Shaun positioned himself onto his lap. Shaun slipped into the briefs slowly, doing his best to tuck Mark’s dick underneath his small thigh. After letting go of the waistband, the briefs snapped their bodies together and Shaun began slipping into Mark’s crotch. Shaun couldn’t believe it. “Oh my god, it’s working!” he cried as his body dropped into Mark’s. Mark still groaned as if he was still stroking his thickening bulge while Shaun grew silent. He almost couldn’t understand what he was feeling. His skinny legs that could barely run for a total of five minutes were now large and covered with hairs instead of the weird ass peach fuzz that covered his old ones. More importantly, Shaun’s new penis was bigger, way bigger. His shaft was way larger and a lot for fun to play with while it was bulging against the front of the briefs. Shaun’s torso slipped inside Mark’s, his large frame took in Shaun’s body with ease. His chest was fucking big. Bigger than Shaun expected. A smile ran across his face as he felt all the muscles in his chest tense up. “It feels like I’m packing bricks under these bad boys” he smirked as he pecs began to bounce on his heavy chest. He felt so big. “I bet I could stand up taller than my Dad in this body.” He thought. His slipped his slender, gangly arms into Mark’s and felt the power surge through his new limbs. “Man, I look so cool!” 

His new arms were massive. Sweat covered their meaty structure as Shaun flexed his new toys, his eyes widened in amazement. “Jesus, lets see some jock try to mess with me now!” He flexed even further, pushing Mark’s bulky biceps up in the air. His arms were even heavier to lift than his new chest but Shaun didn’t mind, he was just excited to see how big he had gotten. The bulge in his briefs was growing bigger and bigger. Shaun never had an erection like this before, the feeling got him so excited. The way his new penis began growing and growing in the briefs was unbelieveable, so big, so long. Even the hairs that itched his crotch felt good. Who knew having pubes would feel so badass? Shaun couldn’t wait to play with it. He excitedly pushed his head back into Mark’s face and closed his eyes. His vision goes dark and foggy but eventually, light fills his eyes and he looks down at his new body. He laughs a deep yet somehow childish laugh. “Holy shit I’m huge!” He exclaimed while using his hands to feel up his new body. “Oh my god, I’m a college linebacker!” He flexed his stunning arms, watching the muscles shoot up from his powerful limbs. Shaun stared at his new body the same way that he had stared at a new toy or video game. He was ecstatic. Shaun ran his hands down his chest, feeling how big it was. “Such a big guy..” He trailed off as his hands hit his abs. He felt their hard texture carefully. He thought he’d never feel abs like these on his body. “Damn, what a six pack. What a fucking badass.” The more he admired his new body, the more a new feeling would hit him. He had a strong urge to pull down his briefs and feel how tight his hand could wrap around his new dick. He never felt this way before. All he wanted was to be a grown up but he never expected a feeling like this. It was so annoying. It was bugging him like crazy. He wanted to slip off the briefs so bad. His chest felt even heavier somehow, and his eyes darted to the porn on the laptop screen. He watched the pornstar getting penetrated over and over on the laptop. The more he watched, the stronger his urges became. “Fuck. I wanna do that..” He said, his hands sneaking towards the waistband of the briefs. He stopped himself before he pulled them off. He had something different in mind.

He grabbed his cellphone and called up Catherine, his girlfriend. He dialed the number hurriedly and she answered just after a few beeps.

“H-hey Cathy” He muttered, still distracted by his new set of hormones. “You home right now babe?”

Catherine giggled a bit before replying. “Weren’t you going to be all tired after practice tonight?” She said. “Too tired to play with me?”

Shaun gulped before answering. “I really need you babe. I’m not...feeling too well.” he stammered nervously.

“Oh?” She moaned. “I think I can fix that. I’ll be ready for you when you come over.”

The call hung up and Shaun sat in the chair, still naked, and still a bit shaken from the phone call. His nervousness turned into excitement as he threw on some clothes and drove down to Cathy’s place. He couldn’t wait to get rid of this stupid feeling in his body. He knocked on her front door, his muscle covered body still twitching. “Is this what being horny feels like?” He asked himself. “Jeez, this really blows.” In seconds, the door flew open and Cathy stood in front of him wearing nothing but one of his old high school jerseys that was far too big on her cute little body. Shaun gulped down hard as he stared at her. Her legs were nice and smooth, her thighs were nice and thick too, he didn’t even know thighs could look so good on a chick. He instinctively pulled her in close and began kissing her, wasting no time to relieve himself of his horniness. She really didn’t expect that. He pulled her in tighter and tighter, pressing her small body into his giant chest. Damn, it felt really good being bigger than someone. Especially her. He felt up and down her body, groping her thighs, eventually tracing his hands up towards her butt. “It’s so soft and big.” He thought. “It feels so...good.” 

He took his time exploring her small, sexy body. His hands feeling up almost every inch of her skin. He kissed her deeply. He felt so cool. Making out with a hottie like Cathy while in a body like this. What a score. He set her down on the couch nearby after closing the door behind him. He reached his hand up and felt her breasts. Her boobs felt amazing. He squeezed them, letting their softness fill up his giant palms. His penis was going wild now. The hardness of it was driving him insane, he’s never felt this way before. He sat up quickly and threw his shirt off to expose his wide, naked chest. He pulled down his shorts to reveal the bulge that had been growing in the tight blue briefs. Cathy smiled and bit her finger as he stripped for her. 

Shaun forgot just how good he looked. He looked towards his giant beefy arms and began to flex, showing off for himself, and unknowingly for Cathy. A wide smile grew across his chiseled face and he stared back down at Cathy, who had pulled off the jersey to reveal her soft tits. Shaun’s gaze was focused at her breasts and traced down her slender body right to her crotch. He grabbed her by the thighs and spread them wide to take a good look. Finally, he got a good glance at her pussy. He began to tense up, his dick was growing harder and harder the longer he stared. Shaun got excited. He couldn’t believe that he was actually seeing a vagina right in front of him, waiting for him. He pulled off the briefs and went to work. He awkwardly thrusted his dick towards her hole, but only with enough strength to make his shaft slide again her soft lips. She moaned in reaction, he cute sounds and feeling of her lips make Shaun’s dick throb. He was so ready to pound her. He grabbed his long shaft and slowly sunk his tip into her. He pushed slowly, fitting his entire penis inside of her hole. Shaun’s muscular body quivered as he thrusted inside of Cathy over and over. “Fuck, fuck. She feels so good.” He said to himself, loud enough for Cathy to hear. She moaned teasingly and pulled Shaun in closer. “Mmm fuck me baby!” She cried as Shaun repeatedly pounded her. He moved his giant waist awkwardly at first, but as time went on he was a natural. He rammed her tight little hole as hard as he good, going absolutely wild on her small little body. Shaun loved seeing her cute body getting fucked and pushed hard into the couch by his new bod. His breaths became heavy as he pushed closer to the edge. He could feel something coming up his shaft, slowly pushing its way out of his tip. It would have bothered him but he was so focused on how good Cathy’s vagina felt while squeezing his new dick. He rammed away at her body. He spread her legs wider and wider and slammed his hips into her body as hard as he could. So hard that his face became a deep shade of red. He was ramming her so hard that he almost didn’t notice how close he was to finishing. He began to climax for the first time. His grunted deeply before letting out a loud roar, with it, a stream of creamy liquid shot out of his tip. He laid on top of her, pressing his sweaty, muscled body on her, still kissing her passionately. She giggled and he couldn’t help but laugh with her. He pull his body up and slowly pulled out his still throbbing penis. He watched in awe as a stream of cum seeped out between her lips.

“Mmmmm” she moaned. “A big load from my big man.”

Her words along with the sight in front of him made his heart skip. “Big man” he thought. “I’m her big man.” After resting for a minute or two, Shaun’s dick became hard again, Cathy’s praise echoed over and over in his mind. He proudly sat up and got back on top of her without warning, but she didn’t seem to mind. He fucked her 2 more times that night before finally collapsing. He was out like a light, with a big smile on his face. Cathy was a bit taken away from her boyfriend’s child-like behavior, he seemed like he’d never seen a girl naked in his life. She shrugged it off, happily lying next to Shaun as he unconsciously groped her sleeping body. 

Shaun darted upwards when he awoke. He looked toward the clock in a panic. It was so late, coach would kill him if he didn’t show up as usual. He quickly got dressed and drove to the middle school and waited outside. 

“The merge is gonna wear off soon” Shaun thought. “What am I gonna do!?” He sat in his car and thought long and hard before the image of the coach ran through his head. He never noticed how big coach was until recently. He was a big man, covered in nice dark hair. Shaun always liked the look of a hairy man. His dad was pretty hair, and he wanted to be just like him one day. His admiration of coach soon turned to anger after he thought about all the times he had picked on Shaun for being a skinny boy. Making him run extra laps, making him sit out during all the fun sports. What an asshole. If anyone deserved their body taken over for good, it’d be coach Brown. 

Shaun grabbed his old book bag from the backseat. He remembered to take it to Mark’s dorm on the bike ride over. He took out the white pair and stuffed it in his gym bag and marched to the school. His mind was racing as he stepped towards the gym until a plan finally came to him. He walked into the gym, the coach was yelling at the kids loudly while wearing those black shorts and that white, tight collared shirt that he loved so much.

“Run faster boys! The jocks are beatin ya!” He screamed at the slow kids while fiercly blowing into his whistle. The whistle shrieked so loudly that it almost made Shaun want to run out of straight fear. Shaun instead walked up to coach Brown nervously and started talking to him. On the way over Shaun looked closely at coach Brown’s shorts. He knew it. His dick was flopping just about everywhere inside of them. His mind raced back to the times where coach would sit there and yell at his face with his big, soft weiner dangling loosely near his face. Shaun hated him especially for those times. Shaun called the coach over and asked him to meet him in the locker room. The coach gave him a hard, angry stare before nodding and telling the kids that he’d be back soon. 

Shaun took a seat on one of the benches before the coach marched inside the locker room. 

“Where the hell were you son, you should’ve been here about an hour ago?” he said strongly.

“I know bro, I know.” Shaun stammered out nervously. “You see, after practice I was uh...I was r-really horny y’know. I went to her place after and I stayed up a bit too late. Sorry man.”

He sighed while rolling his eyes and crossing his big hairy forearms. “Fine, whatever man. Tell me what you want boy so I can get back to my class.” 

Shaun awkwardly handed coach Brown the clean white briefs. The coach gave him a confused, almost angry look. He cocked an eyebrow and stared at Shaun, demanding an explanation.

Shaun’s words began to jumble again. “I-I mean...the principal has been gettin on your ass recently about going commando man. Your penis just keeps floppin everywhere around the kids. I’m just trying to look out for you bro.”

Brown stared at Shaun with an angry and annoyed scowl before snatching away the briefs. He huffed and began walking towards his office.

“Fine” he roared while stomping away and scratching at his beard. “But no more of that kiddy shit Mark. It’s a fucking cock. Only fags and 5th graders call it a penis. Grow the hell up.” With that, he opened the door to his office and slammed it shut.

Shaun sighed deeply. “What a fucking asshole.” He was still shaking from the exchange. Even though deep down in this body, Shaun had respected Coach but it was more out of fear than admiration. He really didn’t like that guy. Shaun sat up and walked towards the bathroom stalls in the locker and sat on the same toilet that he used to sit on while hiding during class. He sat down and stripped naked, leaving nothing on but the blue briefs. He sighed. “Back to being me. Wimpy 5th grader named Shaun.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. Slowly, Shaun’s slender, childish figure peel out of Mark’s body. Shaun fell onto the floor, wearing nothing but the black briefs that he put on after school just yesterday. Shaun sighed as he looked down at his body. “Man this fuckin sucks.” he said before turning back to Mark. He was out cold, he looked like one of those frat dudes that you’d see in the movies after drinking too much. Shaun kind of laughed at the sight. He peeled the briefs off of Mark’s body, leaving him completely naked on the toilet. He left the bathroom stall open so the kids could find him passed out after class had ended. Shaun snickered to himself at his childish prank before hiding the blue briefs in his locker. 

Shaun could already feel the sensation of the black briefs. Their squeeze seemed to suck the life out of him. He turned towards Mr Brown’s office and gulped down hard as he heard a deep voice moan “Fuck yeah” from inside. A vision flashed through Shaun’s mind. He could see Mr. Brown standing in front of the mirror hanging in his office, slipping on the white pair of briefs. He liked the way he looked in the mirror. He liked his figure so much that he started checking himself out. He couldn’t break his gaze away from the big sexy man posing in front of the mirror. Shaun’s vision finally ended and he creeped carefully towards the Mr Brown’s office. He opened the door quickly and carefully and closed it the same. Brown didn’t notice. He was so into how he looked in the tight white briefs. Shaun’s eyes widened. Brown looked...amazing. His chest was killer. It was bigger than Mark’s easily. And the hair. God the black hairs looked so cool while covering those giant muscles. He was a man, the kind of man that Shaun wanted to be. Shaun walk up to Mr Brown and he leaned over to get a grip on his bulge.

His penis, er, his cock, was already pretty hard. The bulge was nice and big, almost as big as Mark’s before Shaun used him to fuck Cathy. Shaun began to sweat anxiously as he grabbed the outline of Mr Brown’s shaft. He tugged up and down as if it were his own. He got really into it. He wanted Brown nice and ready for the merge, Shaun couldn’t wait to big this big and strong. He stroked Brown over and over, Brown’s cock finally hit full mast after Shaun had pumped him for about 20 more seconds. He had the fattest dick he’s ever seen. Even the guys in the few pornos he watched weren’t as big as Mr Brown. His bulge was nice and big, bigger than Marks, and way bigger than Shaun’s undeveloped pecker. Brown reached down his massive hairy hand and grab squeezing and rubbing his fat bulge and moaning. Shaun slid behind Mr Brown and pushed the chair carefully against his legs, letting his gym coach ease down on it without breaking the trance. Shawn jumped up onto his lap and began pulling up on the brefs. He tried fitting in as best as he could but Mr Brown’s cock wouldn’t sit still underneath Shaun’s thigh. Instead it shot out between Shaun’s legs, his shaft sliding past his balls. Shaun jumped a bit in reaction before leaning back carefully onto coach Brown’s body. 

Shaun began to sink, eventually, his lower half slipped effortlessly into his coach. His big hairy, trunk-like legs felt incredible. They seemed like they could even give a linebacker like Mark a run for his money. But Shaun’s focus was elsewhere. His new cock was massively. His new muscled rod shot against the front of the briefs like a cannon. He loved the feeling of the veins covering his lengthy shaft and the hairs on his balls and the small patch of black fur that hovered over his base made Shaun the happiest boy alive. “He’s so hairy” he thought. “What a big, strong man.” His new cock began to twitch as it filled up the white undies. Shaun could just barely shrug it off as he started sinking into Mr Brown’s chest. The hairs covering his teacher’s torso tickled Shaun as he slipped inside, but Shaun didn’t mind. He could finally feel the beefiness of his teacher’s torso. His pecs were big and swollen, a layer of black fur covered his wide, muscular chest. Shaun loved the look of it. He never imagined being so hairy before. He felt manly, and strong. Mr Brown didn’t really have the popping abs that Shaun loved so much but his stomach was still just nice and bulky. This body felt so much better. Shaun let out a laugh as he felt his new furry pecs bunch together as he took a nice deep breath. 

Shaun slid his arms inside of Brown’s impatiently, wanted so bad to feel their strength. Jesus Christ! They’re so fucking huge! Immediately, Shaun flexed his hair covered guns. His biceps pushed hard against his tanned, hairy skin. His biceps bunched together into a mound of burly, raw muscle that pressed against his thick beefy forearms. Shaun loved every second of it. This body felt incredible, even his deep hair pits felt amazing to have. He could feel the muscle lining around them thicken and contract as he flexed nice and hard. Shaun leaned his head back into his Mr Brown’s face. His beard scratched the back of Shaun’s next as he sunk in further and further, eventually taking over the entirety of Mr Brown’s gorgeous, burly bod. 

Shaun looked into the mirror. He looked weird in a sense. He never imagined being so old looking. He wasn’t the wimpy shit-dick Shaun anymore. He was the hairy, muscle covered Mr Brown. The Mr Brown that didn’t take shit from anyone in this school, not even the principal. He shot up and flexed hard into the mirror, his eyes fixed on his powerful arms and heavy chest. The more he flexed, the harder his thick cock pushed against the front of the briefs. He looked down. “Holy fuck!” He exclaimed with his new deep voice. “My bulge is fucking amazing!” The tight white briefs were struggling to contain his hardening python. The bulge was massive, it almost looked strong enough to tear apart the white undies. Shaun felt a stream of wet sticky fluid spill out of his fat tip. It almost felt like cum, but it wasn’t as thick and there wasn’t as much of it. He took and peek, and opened up the waistband of the tight briefs. His cockhead leaned forwards, with it followed a string of clear sticky precum, a small puddle had formed just below Shaun’s new bulky stomach. “So..cool…” He whispered to himself. His hormones began to race. He wanted to get off so badly but something else clicked in his head. “Fuck man. I have a class to teach!” He quickly got dressed but decided to take off the briefs before putting his shorts back on. No harm in keeping them off, right? It’s only a cock underneath some shorts, it won’t hurt no one. 

Shaun barked orders at all the kids in the class. He spared no one besides the few kids that were struggling to keep up with the others as they ran around the track. Shaun yelled loudly towards all the sporty kids that used to pick on him in his other body. He was having the time of his life getting back at all the assholes that made gym such a living hell for him. The other kids thanked Shaun for going easy on them and he dismissed them to their next class, moving on to the next set of kids.

After a long day of teaching gym class and finishing up football practice, Shaun drove home. He felt tired, but most of all, he felt horny. He gripped the steering wheel hard with his big mitts for hands, his dick was erect, shooting upwards as he made his way home. He couldn’t even hide his bulge as he walked up to his front door, he got an awkward glance from his neighbors as they checked their mailbox but Shaun didn’t pay them any attention. He had another thought racing through his head. 

He fumbled for his keys. It was hard to get a good grip on them with his big meaty hands. He opened the door and shut it exhaustingly as he looked around his house. He sat his gym bag next to the door and slowly began ripping off his collared shirt. He slowly stomped his way towards his room while taking off all his clothes. Finally, he opened the door to his room, finding his wife lying down on the bed, reading a book while covered in the heavy sheets. Abby turned towards the door, staring at his husband’s big erect cock as he slowly moved towards the bed with a wide smile on his big burly face. Shaun leaned over and kissed her, tickling her face with his big masculine beard. Fuck he loved being so big and hairy. He couldn’t wait to see how the sex felt in this body.

He kissed her and spoke deeply in between breaths. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day babe.” He whispered.

A smile formed across her face as she stared back at Shaun. “I’ve been waiting for big daddy to come back home and fill me up. I’m so ready for you baby.” 

Shaun’s erection reacted fiercely to her words. “Daddy.” He never heard the phrase before, at least in this kind of situation. Her words made him feel big, strong, and manly. His dick couldn’t help but twitch and throb in response. Abby set the book down to her side and began feeling up Shaun’s big muscular shoulders. He grinned. He liked the way it felt to have her slender hands run across his big muscles. He’d never get tired of that. He grabbed the sheets that covered her figure and pulled them down to reveal her body. The sight of her naked body nearly drove Shaun insane. She was curvy in all the right places. He just had to feel her up. He started by placing his giant palm onto her breasts, squeezing them gently as the their soft texture fueled his boner. He kissed her deeply as his hands ran down her sides, eventually hitting her her butt. He gropped her ass uncontrollably, making it jiggle and quake in his hands. It drove him wild. 

“Fuck you feel so nice babe.” Shaun said, as he started to kiss her neck while feeling her up with his muscled hands.

“Mmm daddy” she moaned as Shaun ran his hands up and down her butt and thighs. He got up and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. He lifted both of her legs in the air with just one hand and he peered down. He loved the few before him. The sight of her tight pussy hovering just a few inches above that sexy ass of hers. His cock was aching for her. She glanced over at Shaun, giving him a shy, lustful smile. He grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her in close to him. He slammed his plump shaft onto her soft, moist lips, teasing her by sliding his cock back and forth. She moaned softly and her cute voice was enough to push him to shoving his tip gentle inside of her tight little hole.

He pushed slowly, feeling the wall of her pussy hug his thick shaft. She was about 10 year older than Cathy but fuck, she felt so much tighter. He finally fit in every vein covered inch into her tight hole before her lips finally touched the base of his dick. Both of them moaned as Shaun began to pull his cock out for another thrust. He began pounding her, ramming his dick inside of her progressively faster and faster. He stretched out her tight little pussy with his mammoth dick, he began pressing his burly, muscular frame against her as he made her slide up and down his shaft. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck!” Shaun moaned deeply. He wrapped his thick arms around Abby, pulling her in close as he thrusted her harder and harder, reaching deeper with every stroke.

“Mmmm fuck! You feel so good daddy!” She screamed as Shaun began ramming her with all his might. “Fucking seed me you big hunk!”

Her words awoke a beast that lied dormant inside of Shaun’s big, brutish body. He stood up straight and pulled Abby up along with him. She wrapped her legs around his thick waist and his giant muscle covered arms wrapped around her small, naked body. He lifted her up effortlessly and began bouncing and sliding her up and down his throbbing cock. He brought her up and down on his massive shaft, inching closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her climax all over his dick. Her pussy clenched down and coated his shaft in her juices and she began moaning uncontrollably. Shaun’s arms began to flex as he pumped her up and down his long, meaty shaft. His biceps pressed against Abby’s soft skin as he fucked the life out of her like a ragdoll. Finally, Shaun let out a finally deep moan as he came inside his wife’s stretched out hole. Giant ropes of cum shot deep into her womb and he pumped her up and down on his shaft to milk out the rest of his load. Her legs felt weak as they slowly unraveled around Shaun’s waist and he set her back down on the bed, falling next to her. He pulled her in closely, pressing her against his giant muscular physique. She was out like a light. He gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Shaun followed soon after, his mind was finally at ease. He was all grown up, and he had the best body in the world.

You can think of a few reasons why you found yourself in the audience that night. Well, really one. When you heard "Are You Smarter Than A Himbo" was putting on a show in your neighborhood, you couldn't resist. Sure, it was kind of stupid. You'd seen the clips online. They'd bring some braindead jock up on stage to flex, laugh, crack jokes, and answer basic trivia wrong. The poor idiot would laugh along as the audience laughed at him. You'd always figured the dunce was too dumb to realize they were laughing at him. But fuck, those guys were hot. So if anything, you'd get to ogle at some hot guy flexing all night and maybe get a few laughs out of it too.

"Do you think Zak's pecs are real?"

"Jason is like totally the hottest."

"I think Ryan isn't as dumb as he lets on."

"Did you know Mike is single? I can't…"

You roll your eyes at the fanfare all around you. These people were seriously into it. And then it starts.

"Welcome everyone!" You watch as a lanky man struts on stage with his hair slicked back and a wide grin on his face, "Are you ready!?" The crowd- mostly women and a few guys cheered in response, "I said: are you ready!?" You roll your eyes as the host worked the crowd, "Alright, alright… welcome." The host smiles wider, "Put your hands together for our main man!"

The host gestures toward the side of the stage and Zak strolls out with a slow, confident walk, his arms flexed as if expecting applause. He’s got thick curls falling over his forehead, and his chest is packed with muscle, tight under his white tank top. The crowd goes wild as he steps onto the platform.

“Y’all ready?” Zak shouts, raising both arms above his head. “Let’s go!” He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, and your eyes widen as you take in his massive pecs and perfect abs. The crowd similarly goes wild. Zak grins, flashing a perfect set of teeth, "I'm so fuckin' pumped to be here tonight! I fuckin' love you guys!"

"But Zak, I think you have something to say to everyone. Right?" The host interjects, patting the massive jock on the back.

"Yo dude yeah, for real." Zak nods, "Like, this is gonna be my last show, ya know? With the whole modeling thing blowin' up and all." The audience groans, "I know, it sucks majorly, trust me!" Zak frowns, "But like, you'll get to see plenty more of me. Trust me brahs." He winks and the crowd cheers.

The host claps, "That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s get started!"

You lean forward in your seat as the first audience member is brought up. It only takes a few questions for her to utterly humiliate Zak, who just laughs and flexes like the dumb himbo that he is. As the contestant returns to her seat, the host's eyes scan the crowd, zeroing in on you.

"What about you there in the blue shirt? He looks smart, right Zak? Let's get you up here!"

Initially you're shocked. You? The host gestures for you to make your way up to the stage. You can feel your heart pounding as you climb the stairs, palms feeling a little sweaty. The bright lights, all eyes on you. And as you step onto the stage, you get an up close look of Zak. His biceps bulge impressively, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But god he smells like a wet gym sock.

"Sup bro, nice to meetcha!" Zak grins and throws a muscular arm around you, "Dude, you ready for this?"

"Aw do I sense a budding bromance?" The host grins and the crowd cheers. After settling them down, he turns to you. "You know how this works by now. Do you think you're smarter than a himbo?"

"Yeah, I think I am." You reply.

"Heh we'll see about that, bro!" Zak guffaws, "I was just goin' easy on that last chick."

"The confidence!" The host laughs, "Let's put it to the test. Your first question: Which is the only sea without any coastlines?"

You ponder for a moment. A sea without a coastline? That's... god what was that? You feel your cheeks flushing red, as you realize you don't know the answer to that. But if you don't know the answer, Zak would definitely not know either. Speaking of Zak, he's bouncing his pecs like the oversized gym bro he is.

"Is it the Caspian Sea?" You shrug, eyes still locked on his massive pecs. Of course the host shakes his head with exaggerated sadness.

"Ah, seems Mr. Smartypants here was a bit too distracted admiring the view to ace that question!" He winks at the audience, while Zak flexes.

"No shame in that, brah!"

You feel your face flush red with embarrassment as the laughter from the audience washes over you. Great, now they all think you're just another hormone-addled fool who can't string two thoughts together because of a pretty face.

"Alright Zak, a question for you now buddy!" You figure Zak is about to bomb this question anyway- round will end in a tie and you can walk away with some dignity, "What color are bananas?"

Zak scratches his head, "Dude… tricky." He chuckles, low and dumb, "So, I want to say yellow, but also green when they're not ripe. Oh but brown too if they go for too long!"

"Fantastic answer Zak! Well thought out!" The host grins as the crowd cheers, "Uh oh, looks like Zak has pulled ahead!"

The fuck kind of question was that? You look at the host and then Zak, who is doing a victory dance. The color of bananas? Of course Zak would know that- he's a fucking ape. You smirk at your own joke.

"Okay okay, let's try another one! Mr. Smartypants, are you ready to redeem yourself?" You're ready, more than ready. You're not..., "What pigments are responsible for the red color of leaves?"

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't have an answer for that. Maybe you did know it, but between the flexing stud and the stage fright, you couldn't find the information.

"Chlorophyll."

"What a shame! That is not correct." He smiles at the audience, "It seems Zak may have a chance to widen his lead! Hey big guy, what day of the month is Christmas celebrated on?" It takes Zak maybe a minute or two to answer that one correctly, "Look at that folks, Zak is now up by two!" He turns to you with a grin, "Seems our guest is not much of a smartypants after all!"

Again, your face flush reds, "No worries, little dude." Zak ruffles your hair, "I uh, I got some smarts, ya know." He looks out towards the audience, "Last show brahs but first win!"

The crowd cheers and it dawns on you that you might be the first person to actually lose this stupid game. Frustration bubbles up inside you as the host and crowd continue to mock you. You're better than this, smarter than being made a fool of. Screw it, you're going to show them all up.

"I could answer every single one of those easy-ass questions he's getting," you mutter under your breath, but the mic picks it up anyway. The host's eyes light up.

"Oh ho, is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his features. "Well then, why don't you prove it, hot shot? Let's see if you can handle something a little more…your speed. Here we go bud - how does the body cool down during intense exercise like a heavy workout session?"

You chuckle. Really? This was the question? You clear your voice, "Sweating. That's how it keeps from overheating."

"Correct!"

"Woah bro, nice one!"

Yeah... that was a nice one. Finally got a question right... finally... You wince as a warmth fills your upper arms. At first it's just a gentle tingling, a warm buzzing beneath your skin. But quickly it builds to a throbbing, insistent pressure.

"What the…?"

The sensation intensifies, an intensifying heat pulsing through your upper arms. Your skin prickles and tightens as your biceps and triceps stretch against the sleeve of your shirt. It feels like the most intense pump after a grueling workout, but magnified tenfold. Your arms throbbing, aching. You feel aware of just how much more space they're taking up. And the twitching- it's incessant. Unconsciously, your arms start to rise, muscles tensing, flexing…

"Whoa…" you mutter, marveling at the sheer size and density of your upper arms, "How…?"

The host clears his throat pointedly, breaking you out of your awestruck reverie. "Ahem, moving on! Thanks for that… demonstration." He shoots you a knowing wink, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see if we can't challenge that big ol' brain of yours with another question, shall we? What does the acronym SBD stand for in powerlifting?"

"Oh brah, way too easy." Zak chides, crossing his massive arms over his muscular chest, "Even I know that one."

But your head is swimming. The powerful feeling in your arms send pleasurable waves of warmth through your body. But your mind. You're reviewing the question. Thinking it through. SBD? In powerlifting?

"SBD... SBD..." You rub your chin, unconsciously flexing your now massive bicep, "Huh... like... That's uh..."

You look over at Zak and he's making some kind of motion. A goofy grin on his face as he squats. Squats. Squats!

"Bro!" You grin, "Squats, dude! Yeah, that's what the S stands for." You grin, but the host shakes his head, "C'mon what?" You pout.

"You're still forgetting the rest." The host smiles, "And the timer is counting down."

You shuffle anxiously on your feet. You know this, right? But why would you? You're not into powerlifting. But like, it should be easy. If S stands for squats then like, wouldn't B and D also be something to do with working out? Yeah? Totally, that makes sense. But like, what else is there? What other... huh... shirt is getting kinda tight too. And fuck, you can't help but notice how warm your chest feels. Nice and warm, pressing more and more against the fabric of your shirt. Stretching it out against your big, meaty...

"Bench press, brah! B stands for bench press!" You say with a grin as your shirt starts to tear away, revealing a set of massive pecs and a chiseled torso, "Huh where'd my shirt go?" The audience cheers and you grin, staring down as you bounce your pecs.

"Excellent job, but unfortunately, you didn't finish. You missed D, you big dunce."

The host laughs, and you laugh along with him and the audience. Big dunce. Yeah that's... that's you? You pause for a second and start to feel that same embarrassment from earlier. They're laughing... not with you, but...

"Dude, can't win em all!" Zak slaps you on your increasingly wider back and you turn to him- now at eye-level, "But like, brah, you've got this next one!"

"Y-y-you th-think so.... brah?" Your tongue feels heavy, the words feel sluggish. You notice your voice sounds deeper to your ears, "I..."

"You have to focus there, smartypants!" The host interrupts, "Two more questions. Are you ready?" You nod slowly, "In a deadlift, how high are you supposed to lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Deadlift..." Your eyes light up suddenly, "Wait, bro! The D! That's what D stands for, brah!" You say excitedly.

The whole audience laughs, as does the host. You look at him, feeling a strange sense of confusion bubbling up. Why were they laughing? What was so funny?

"Good job there, but that was the last question. We've moved on, big guy."

"Oh..." You chuckle, a grin forming on your lips as you let out a deep, dumb laugh, "Huhuhuh that was pretty stupid of me." The audience and the host laugh even louder, and you find yourself joining in, "Alright, gotta lock in, gotta... brah what was the question?"

"Dead lifts..."

"Oh fuck yeah! I fuckin' love deadlifts."

The host grins, "Yes, exactly! So tell us, when doing a deadlift, how high do you lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Yeah... uh..." You bite your lip, thinking hard. Your fingers drum against your swollen bicep as you try to concentrate and with a sigh, lift your hands behind your head, "Oh nice..."

Your eyes lock on to your bulging bis and tris and you're momentarily distracted. But the sharp tang of your own musk drifts up from your armpits, momentarily derailing your train of thought. Fuck, you smell good. Really fucking good. But since when did you...?

"Brah, c'mon you got this." Zak says, watching you closely.

You shake your head and run a hand through your perfectly gelled, styled hair, before pausing- fuck your aesthetic is probably cooked. You awkwardly pat at your hair.

"Worry about your hair later, you've got a question to answer." The host says.

"Fuck, sorry..." You let out an awkward chuckle, "Just gotta..."

Your body moves instinctively into the proper deadlift position—back straight, knees slightly bent, hips pushed back—as if you've done this 1000s of times before. As you demonstrate the form flawlessly, a new awareness floods your lower body. Your glutes feel… alive. Heavy. Round. Perfect. You grin as you squeeze them unconsciously, feeling the dense muscle fibers contract.

"The answer is hips, bro."

"Let's fuckin' go, brah!" Zak cheers and slaps you on the ass, sending a wave of intense pleasure reverberating through your meaty glutes.

As the crowd cheers, your eyes lock on Zak. The pleasure from him slapping your ass still making you shudder. You drink him in, fixated on the prominent bulge straining against his gym shorts.

"Fuck..." You mumble- he's packing serious heat there.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as fantasies flood your mind—Zak pinning you down, those huge hands squeezing your meaty ass while he drives his massive cock deep inside you. The image of you riding his thick cock sends shivers down your growing frame, and you imagine running your tongue over every inch of his sweat-slick skin. You lick your lips and grin at the thought.

When your eyes meet again, Zak doesn't look away. Instead, his smirk widens as he catches you staring, and the few brain cells he has recognize exactly what you’re thinking. He flexes for the audience, but he turns to give you a quick wink, letting you know all that flexing was just for you... because he wants you to know he wants you too. After all, you know there's not way he could resist you either. With your... bulging pecs? Massive arms? Thick glutes?

"Wait..." You mumble. You can feel the rusting gears in your increasingly empty head turn ever so slightly, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

Your head was spinning, brain trying to make sense of all of it.

Something’s off, right? Like... this ain’t how it used to be. You know that. You weren’t… this. But then... what were you then, dude? Cause, like, look at you. Seriously... just look. You’re absolutely shredded. I mean, c’mon, those arms? That chest? You don’t just wake up lookin’ this jacked without bein’… well, this guy. So how could you not be you if you straight-up look like you? Right?

A dumb chuckle escapes your lips as all that thinking overwhelms and shuts down whatever last remaining brain cells you have.

The host snaps his fingers in front of your face, breaking you out of your haze. "Earth to bro, we still got one question."

"Huh? Wha-" You blink slowly, your expression vacant and slack. Drool slips down your chin as you stare blankly ahead.

"Are you smarter than a himbo?" The host grins.

"Nawww, bro, 'course not!" You reply with a big, dumb grin spreading across your face, "Can't be smarter than a himbo cuz… I AM the fuckin' himbo, bro!"

The host laughs, shaking his head, "Well folks, I guess that settles it! Looks like we've got ourselves a new resident himbo to take Zak's place. Give it up for… COLT!"

The audience erupts into cheers and applause as you beam proudly, basking in the spotlight. You feel Zak sling a muscular arm around your broad shoulders, squeezing you close.

"Dude, so fuckin' glad you're joinin' the fam, bro!" Zak enthuses, his hand drifting lower to grope your ass possessively, "Trust me bro, you're gonna love it."

Zak's strong grip on your juicy ass makes you shudder and you can tell by that grin that he's thinking exactly what you're thinking.

The host clears his throat loudly, snapping you out of your lustful stupor. "Don't forget to wave to the crowd, champ!" He gestures encouragingly towards the audience.

With a dopey grin, you raise a hand in greeting, relishing the adoration pouring in from all sides.

"Thanks y'all, this is gonna be fuckin' sick!" You call out enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.

And as Zak digs his fingers into your massive ass, you lick your lips hungrily. The only thought in your empty head was that once this show was over, you'd be giving him a private encore performance that neither of you would forget…

POV: “Holy shit, this can’t be real” you say to yourself repeatedly as you look at an unfamiliar face in the mirror of an unfamiliar apartment.

“How the fuck did this happen? Am I stroking out?!” you exclaim!

After calming down you start to explore your new, younger body. You have nice abs and the start of an ok mustache - lacking the flare of your old handlebar but at least it’s something to work with. You also have a big, perky dick - which despite your best effort at self-control you’ve already came with twice - looking at your new young face and licking your mustache.

After coming down from your last afterglow, you explore your surroundings. You come to realize your situation is increasingly less than ideal - you have 3 roommates, a phone full of missed calls from numbers marked as “DNA” and strange vials of liquid in syringes in your room.

Living in a small college town finding a job when school in session is next to impossible.

I finally got one at the college gym. My job was mainly keeping things in order and clean.

You look at me. You would never think I work at a gym. Pick up and wash towels. Empty trash cans. Mop and sweep. The other thing was throughout the day I would have to organize and rerack the weights and equipment.

Plus is the free use of the gym and its amenities. The down side is members who just don't care. Leaving weights out. Towels and empty water bottles everywhere.

Say Hello to Todd Kelly. He my biggest pain.

Jock, Football lineman, wrestling team. Not a day goes by Todd not there. And when he done the place is trashed.

My biggest workout at the gym was cleaning up after him. Putting all the weights back. Picking up after him. This had to stop.

How do I handle this? I sure don't want too piss him off. He would beat the crap out if me . Doing Google search. See how to handle a difficult situation. There was a clap of thunder a few flashes of lightning outside my window. The power surged and my computer stop and booted up all on it own. Right there on my screen.

Reading over the screen. I would never came up with this. But reading what I saw on the screen was for sure a big win for me. And not do good for Todd.

After a game Todd would come to the college gym and take a soak in a ice bath. Helps him with any injuries or joint pain from the game.

I set up his ice bath as normal but this time I pour in the ice water this special formula that would take care of my problems and help me after

Todd got in as normal, I have to watch him incase he had trouble. But this time I let it take its course. And Todd's head went under.

He holding on to the side trying to pull himself up. It look like the ice was melting really fast and a white foam came to the surface and out the tank's overflow and into a bucket.

I grab Todd and pulled him up as soon as the bucket was full. The ice and water ran clear.

I help Todd out and haned him a towel.

All Todd said was Woo that was a rush.

Only thing. Todd was smaller in height and size. Muscle tone pretty much drain from him. He look younger. Like a freshman football player over a major jock on Varsity team he was. He just took another towel and left.

I look down at the bucket and the white foam settled down quite a bit. I poured it into a glass and start to drink it. It was a creamy white protein shake. Well It tasted like one.

And as I finished the glass I could feel a rush throughout my body. My body start to grow. I could hear my bones crack, I started growing in height. Muscle started appearing over my simple skinny frame of a body I was getting taller. Pecs, abs, my arms grew in mass

Hey Todd did you lose something.

Its not the only thing I got from Todd. His football uniform was in dorm room along with his wrestling singlet. His tropies are in my room with my name in his place. His letterman jacket hanging on the back of my door.