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[thegreatstoryteller]

Love the idea of a body suit convention! And these guys know how to have fun at one

The Body Wearing Convention - Las Vegas

The BWA (Body Wearing Alliance) was formed 20 years ago when the internet was just starting to get popular. Those born with the rare ability of reducing people into wearable skins didn't knew there was more like them out there, but with the help of the internet they started to find others with the same ability, and soon it was created the BWC (Body Wearing Convention)

The Body Wearing Convention is a clandestine event that happens a few times every year, hidden from the prying eyes of the public, It is a secret event where they can gather, share stories, and find solace in the knowledge that they aren't alone in their power.

The BWC happens in a different country every time, for safety reasons, and the main two rules to participate in the convention is: To be a Skinwalker (That's how they call themselves) and to wear the body of a local from that place, that means you can't bring with yourself skins from home.

Currently the secret Alliance is made up of 130 men around the world. But among these 130 members, there are 10 men who are very close friends with each other, they all share one thing in common: They are all gay.

Surprisingly they are the only gay guys of the entire Alliance, while all the others sought power and money, these 10 friends only care about getting hard in a new sexy body, It was like a sport for them. That's why they created an online group chat, where they can talk and share pictures of their current bodies with each other.

The location of the BWC this time is: USA - Las Vegas.

The 10 friends all arrived individually at the city in an early Friday, the convention would occur during the weekend, so they had to find a new skin quickly, and so they went straight on a hunt for a random local body.

Think of the BWC as the Met Gala, but for people who can turn you into a wearable hollow fleshsuit in a blink. There was this unspoken competition among them, to see who was wearing the hottest or richest skin, and this group of friends clearly didn't care about the last one...

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Carl is a 46 years old married gay man, he is part of the BWA for 17 years, and there is nothing Carl love more than wearing the bodies of fit straight guys. His husband knows he's a skinwalker and is totally fine with it. But because his husband is not a skinwalker, he is not allowed to go to the conventions, so Carl always travels alone.

(Friday, March 1st. 8:19 AM) Carl Sent A Photo

Carl: I just turned this hot Latino stud in the hotel parking lot. He was walking towards his car while talking on the phone with his girlfriend. That's when I slowly walked behind him and turned him. What do you guys think? Do I wear him well?

Harold: You're looking so hot. You always pick the most hottest guys.

Elijah: Wow, you already found a body? That was fast.

Joel: He's not that impressive, I would give him a 6/10 lol

Elijah: Stop being a jerk Joel. This guy is clearly a 9/10

Carl: Don't mind him Elijah, he's just jealous of my pick.

Joel: He's not really my type, today I'm looking for a sexy tough looking guy to wear.

Peter: Hot choice of skin Carl! Show us his dick please!

Carl: You will have to wait until the Convention to see it. But i'm telling you, he's really big and thick, I know you're gonna love sucking it.

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David is 34 years old and he is part of the BWA for 13 years.

He first found out about his ability when his homophobic stepbrother was trying to beat him up, David closed his eyes and tried to protect his head, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his hot stepbrother lying on the floor completely deflated. David had the most fun years living the life of his douchebag of a stepbrother, until one day, his stepbrother just "disappeared"

(Friday, March 1st. 9:46 AM) David Sent A Photo:

David: I made two new bodysuits. I saw the handsome blond one at the hotel's pool, he was trying to seduce some girls by showing off his hot body, he just didn't knew he was actually seducing a skinwalker. To get him, I first had to convert this cute room service attendant, after I put him on, I got access to his room and walked inside. I think I'm going to use the attendant tonight for some fun.

Elijah: Oh, the good old room service method. It works every time.

David: It was you who taught me this method back in 2011 when I was still a new member of the BWA.

Damian: It brings back good memories from that one time where we all stayed at the same hotel in the 2011 Convention. Good times.

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Peter Is a 40 years old gay bottom who love to turn big hunky men into Bodysuits and act like a slut in their bodies. He is part of the Body Wearing Alliance for 9 years.

(Friday, March 1st. 11:28 AM) Peter Sent A Photo:

Peter: Do I look cute? This is Ramón, I turned him at an alley while he was jogging, he's a bodybuilder. I'm gonna make such a good use of his muscles. I'm sure you guys are going to love the muscles in his ass the most.

Joel: I love how you always pick the most biggest guys.

Daniel: I feel bad for this poor bastard, of all the Skinwalkers, he was picked by the most perverted one.

Peter: lol

Carl: He's huge. I'm going to enjoy burying my new thick latino dick in your bodybuilder's ass.

Harold: I really like his pecs. I want to suck on them when we meet tomorrow.

Peter: It's always the pecs for you isn't, Harold? lol

Harold: You're not lying. Actually I just saw this hot guy at the mall and he seems to have very big pecs. I'm going to follow him.

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Harold is a 28 years old scrawny gay man, he has no muscle definition, but he love pecs and it was what he first looked for in a body: Their huge pecs. If the guy didn't had two big meaty pecs, he wound't want them.

He went to the local LA mall to hunt for a body, he knew that the mall was always the perfect place for hunting skins. And he was proven just right when he saw this big and tall hunk walk inside a clothing store. Harold smirked as he entered the store and followed the man.

(Friday, March 1st. 1:05 PM) Harold Sent A Photo:

Harold: Who want some milk boys? Daddy got all the milkers now.

Peter: Oh my god, look at the size of these tits. I will let you suck on Ramón's tits if you let me suck yours.

Harold: This sounds like a good deal.

Carl: Very nice choice of skin! Good job, Harold.

Peter: Can you send a video of you playing with those hairy tits and pinching his nipples? Please?

(1:15 PM, Harold Sent A 20 Seconds Video To The Group Chat)

In the vídeo he was in the middle of the store, squeezing his new pair of meaty hairy pecs, he lifted one of them and let go, watching them bounce, then he pinched his left nipple and let out a deep loud moan. Without feeling any shame for being in a public space. It wasn't technically him who was being humiliated in public, so he didn't cared.

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Damian and Rashad are a black gay couple (47, 49) they have been together for 11 years and they both had met each other during a Body Wearing Convention back in 2013. It was very known to everyone that they only turned white men into Bodysuits, it was their favorite type of skins. So there was no diversity in their Bodysuit closet, only white men.

(Friday, March 1st. 3:07 PM) Damian Sent A Photo:

Damian: You guys know how Rashad and I love to hunt white boys, so what better place to find some white skins than at the LA beach? We saw this group of young frat boys surfing and we converted these two 19 years olds, they were just the most handsome ones in their group. Turns out they are twin brothers.

David: This is such a hot pair, and the fact they are brothers makes it even more hot!

Carl: I want to fuck the long haired one with my thick latino dick while I pull his hair.

Damian: I like this Idea. His long hair would be great to use as a handle for a hard fuck. I might even try It later tonight.

David: Send us a video if you do.

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Joel is the youngest one of the group, at only 19 he already has a count of 86 Bodysuits, and he's part of the Body Wearing Alliance for only 1 year. That's why, the BWA leader tasked Elijah, a veteran in the art of wearing bodies, to watch for Joel and not let the young man expose their secret society.

(Friday, March 1st. 5:14 PM) Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: My new bodysuit is still deflating. I can't wait to finally wear him and show him to you guys. He's so hot.

Carl: You gave my bodysuit a 7/10, so he better be a 10/10.

Isaac: Wow he's packing.

Harold: When he deflate, please send us a pic of you in him. I want to see if his front looks as good as his back side.

(Friday, March 1st. 5:40 PM) Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: I'm inside him now. I saw this sexy daddy at the hotel's bar. I waited for him to go to his room and then I followed him, as soon as he opened the door I converted him, right there at the door's entrance, I mean, of course he took a bit longer to deflate, so I had to drag him inside. I actually wanted to wear a scary looking soldier that I saw at the bar, but Elijah didn't let me. Still, I'm very glad with my pick.

Harold: Holly fuck!!!

Peter: He's a very sexy bodysuit. Wish I was there to give him a very special room service.

Carl: Where is Elijah by the way? Should he not be with you?

Joel: Elijah Is outside, I don't know where he went, but he said he was going to be back soon.

Carl: Did he picked a bodysuit already?

Joel: Yes he did, a young and hot fuckboy. Let me send a pic of him.

Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: This is the body Elijah picked to wear at the convention tomorrow. I think he got this one at the hotel's bathroom maybe? I'm not sure. I hope he don't mind that I'm wearing his brand new skin.

Elijah: Boy, you're in big trouble!

Joel: Shit, I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind. I'm gonna take him off.

Elijah: Don't you dare taking him off, I'm not going to wear him anymore, I found a better body to wear tomorrow. wait for me, I'm getting up there right now.

(Friday, March 1st. 6:22 PM) Elijah Sent A Photo:

Elijah: You don't want to disobey me in my new body, boy, so you better be on your knees when I get inside, I'm horny and this guy have big balls full of cum.

Joel: Yes sir!

Peter: Oh yes sir indeed!

Carl: lol you're fucked Joel.

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Isaac is a 24 years old gay man, and like everyone else in this group, he was addicted to wearing hunky men. He is more reserved and shy, and don't talk much in the group chat. However, he enjoys jerking off while viewing the photos his friends would send to the group chat.

He might be the most shy and reserved in the group, but once he's wearing a handsome hunk, he becomes a whole new different person, a more dominant and cocky one.

(Friday, March 1st. 8:37 PM) Isaac Sent A Photo:

Isaac: Seeing you guys wearing such hot bodies is getting me so freaking hard. I can't wait for tomorrow. I got this one at the gym's lockerroom. Who wants to take care of my boner?

Peter: I do! I want to get on my knees in Ramón's body and let you use his slutty mouth.

Harold: You're looking so damn hot, Isaac, good pick.

Carl: Was you working out? Your skin looks very sweaty.

Isaac: I was. I wanted to test out my new muscles.

Carl: Great. Can't wait for the convention tomorrow, where we can finally see each other's bodies in person and have the orgy of the year.

#body suit #race change #racial change

[thegreatstoryteller]

Life of the Party

Ramos wasn’t much of a party guy. But it's not like he could say that anymore. Back in high school and college all he ever dedicated himself to were studies! When he landed his first office job he was determined to make a good impression. He never imagined that his diligent work would land him an invite to his firs FORMAL part of his professional career!

In his mind he was still that same scared student, afraid to leave his comfort zone of books and predictability. Needless to say he was a nervous wreck. But like all of his problems he was determined to find a solution through careful thought and planning…. And when that didn’t work he had to resort to more extreme methods.

A few quick online searches lead him to an unexpected store… it seemed to be a potion shop. Their online banner read. “Taking Bella’s Beautiful Brews to the Internet.” With his curiosity peaked he scoured the shop for hours till he found what he was looking for.

“Potion of Bountiful Luck?... No. Potion of Invisibility? No… Potion of… Life of the Party? That’s exactly what I need! Let’s see… Potion should be consumed at night…. Side effects may include offer confidence… yada yada yada… be weary to not lose yourself to the effects and stay the course of who you were lest magic persist for unknown durations…. Ok I can read the rest later! This is it! Let’s add to cart… priority shipping… and done!”

The potion arrived just in time for the party tonight. The young man had downed the concoction and could already see the effects taking hold. He neglected to read the instructions for the potion in his eagerness and soon recalled the most important rule of any transformative potion, remove your clothes.

His shoes and socks were the first to go. As soon as the elixir made its way down his through he felt lightning in his veins! And that energy grounded itself right at his feet which burst forth in a crackle! Each toe lengthening to manly proportions and even dusted with a small bit of hair to emphasize their size and strength. The once size 8 shoes he was wearing were torn asunder to make room for the now size 16 feet he sported.

His legs then began to lengthen as hair crawled up his calves and thighs! A veritable forest of dark curly hairs making their home along the thickening quads soon followed. His manhood experiences similar growth as throb after throb his new member swelled! Before long his sorry excuse for dress pants were ripped in two, as his huge new ass came into full growth.

The torso was the most jarring for Ramos as he began to hear the cracking of his shoulders and ribs before the growth actually came! A feeling of dread came over him as he worried how much irrevocable damage this potion may be doing. This fear was dashed in mere moments as he could feel the hardening of his abdomen slowly forming abs! Then his own shoulders began to broaden into an imposing size. Hair lightly fell down his chest leading to a neat treasure trail that looked immaculately groomed. And the excess muscle enhancing around his biceps and triceps were a welcome surprise as well.

He knew this potion would make him the life of the party! Originally he’d assumed it would bolster his confidence, but he was becoming a new person all together as the moments added up. This was especially clear as his moans of pleasure throughout this process immediately dropped a few octaves into low dulcet moans of a man savoring his pleasure. His face grew in some perfectly aligned stubble that framed his face, while his jawline carved itself into a stoic shape. His brows got a bit hairier, his eyes more soulful, and his voice all the more commanding. Lastly his hair became short and pre-styled into the perfect cut!

The young man would find it hard not to stare at his newfound appearance. Most of his preparation for the party became staring longingly at his own reflection as he got dressed. He was just happy that the potion came with an extra set of perfectly fitted clothes.

Ramos would later learn this potion came with a secondary effect. Anyone who laid eyes upon him would accept his change as fact. They may be surprised he looks so good, but would not think it anything supernaturally out of the ordinary. And when he arrived to the party he’d learn ho much confidence looking this suave and handsome had on him. 

He’d be a hit with his bosses… and a few of their wives and husbands.  He’d be the star of any conversation he’d joined and also the subject of more than a few lustful stares.

The 18 year old intern intended to make a good impression at this party, but as he slept with every one of his superiors that night he’d gain much more than that in the coming days.

But just like any party he’d be shocked to find a few consequences when the festivities ended. Being hung over sucked, as even magic didn’t seem to prevent the powers of alcohol from taking hold. Despite the fact that it helped him flirt with every bartender there to get a few drinks without being carded.

Though that was simply the first of many revelations. The most important once was that as he awoke the temporary effects of the potion appeared to linger. Apparently he became a new man that night he came out of his shell and he felt different enough inside that his outsides remained the same.

Ramos would have to get used to being the office stud for the time being. Favored among many, envied by even more, and always the life of the party.

#MarchMasquerade #muscle growth #permanent

[thegreatstoryteller]

Holiday Trinkets: A Gift Exchange

There is a  Holiday Shop near every small town! It’s called TF Trinkets! It’s always a hit seasonally because when a person in need of Holiday Cheer came through these doors O’l Rusty would make sure they’d find a gift that would make their days Merry and Bright. 

On one such night O’l Rusty smiled when he heard the jingling  chime of the front door.

“Jet… Will you marry me?” Terry muttered under his breath. “Jet.. I’ve loved you for so long… No, that's not it.” The nervous man kept saying as he practically stumbled into the store. His dark skin powdered with the light flurry of snow outside. The nice coat he politely shook off before coming complimented his neatly styled scarf, while he smiled nervously. 

“Good evening young man! How can I help you this Christmas Eve? O’l Rusty here can tell when a customer is on the lookout for a last minute gift.” Rusty smiled sagely at the whispering man at the door.

“Right! I’m sorry. I’m really in my head right now. I… do need a gift in a manner of speaking…” Terry sighed looking more worried than before. His shorter stature made him look more nervous than he was.

“Why don’t you tell O’l Rusty all about it. I’ve got a knack for making sure you leave here satisfied after all.” Rusty smiles, taking a seat at a nearby table and offering a warm drink to Terry.

“Oh. Thank you… Well… It’s for my boyfriend. I wanted to propose to him! Tonight actually. He finishes up work soon and well… he loves the Christmas Tree in the town square… I thought it’d be the perfect time and place to propose! We’ve been dating for a long time! But I was laid off recently and I couldn’t afford engagement rings… I know they’re just a symbol… but I wanted the moment to be perfect for him… he deserves the most beautiful night ever.”

Rusty pats the young man on the back warmly. “Ha, I knew I felt a big heart walk through my door. It’s a good thing I have exactly what you need.” The old man reached over to a beautiful jewelry display and produced two beautiful silver and gold striped rings. 

“I… wow! But… I probably can’t afford them. They look priceless!” Terry said, staring wide eyed at how the rings sparkled. He could faintly see the outline of a small heart carved into each ring with exquisite detail.

“Well it’s a good thing they’re on sale, buy one, get both free.” Rusty said, sliding the box over to Terry. “Only one rule for these rings. I want you and your soon to be fiance to each hold one ring in your hand and envision the kind of man you want to be in the future. Then, put them on before you go to sleep and I can guarantee you’ll have a long happy life together.”

Terry looked at the box and smiled. He couldn’t really turn down such an act of charity when he wasn’t even sure he’d make this month’s rent, so he smiled back and said, “Thank you so much sir. I promise. I’ll make sure we take this seriously… and thank you for helping us take this big step together.”

“Don’t mention it. And if an old man can offer some advice? Breathe first before popping the question. Worked wonders when I asked my first husband!” Rusty laughed excessively before standing up to continue tidying up around the store. He had a feeling those two would be alright. And as Terry got up to leave, Rusty brought out his favorite Snow Globe of Scrying to see just how well their night would go. 

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Jet walked tiredly to the town square to meet his boyfriend. The new assistant coaching position at his college was tough. At 5 '10 and fairly skinny, the young man was fascinated by sports from a young age, but could never put on enough size or strength to compete at a higher level than recreationally. So once he struggled a few years finding stable work after college, he decided to look back where he got his higher education and assist in the athletics program. For now he was a glorified equipment manager, but he dreamed of one day doing more. In truth his dreams mostly consisted of going back to college and showing them how it’s done! But more practically he’d settle for coaching. 

But he wiped those thoughts from his head as he saw Terry! His beautifully shivering boyfriend was there. Their height difference was pretty drastic with Terry only being 5 feet tall, but between his darker skin vs Jet’s paler complexion that was only the start of where their differences began. 

“Terry! Thanks for meeting me after work! I know town square is a bit out of the way.” Jet smiled wrapping Terry in a hug.

“What!? I love meeting you here. It’s awesome that the college is so close to your favorite place this time of the year. Ice skating, cozy cafes, and a huge Christmas tree at the center of it all! It’s perfect. Just like you.” Terry teased pulling his boyfriend down for a quick kiss. 

“Ha, if I’m perfect then you’re some kind of superhero. You haven’t stopped looking for jobs since the lay off. I just know the next place that finds you is gonna be lucky to have you in charge of them.” Jet announced encouragingly. He wished his boyfriend had more confidence in his leadership skills. But at the same time he didn’t want tonight to be about his boyfriend’s shortcomings. 

“You know just how to cheer me up! Let’s just walk around a bit and tell me about your day. I’ve got a great story to tell you at the end.” Terry smiled, as the two held hands circling the town square. They talked well into the night before taking a seat at a bench overlooking the trees.

“Hey Jet? Can you do something for me?” Terry asked.

“Anything babe.”

“I want you to close your eyes and imagine…. What you want your future to look like. Not just with me but for yourself.” Terry asked. Jet obliged, closing his eyes. He imagined himself back in college, playing basketball… Then he imagined being so good he could be in the NBA! All the while Terry slipped a ring into his hand and took a kneeling position. Terry closed his eyes as well imagining himself leading a team. Making good business decisions. Providing for Jet.

As the two thought on this their mind’s also wandered. They weren’t just thinking about their future, but their ideal self!

Jet was imagining himself getting taller! Stronger! A large pillar of strength, speed, and precision! All the while having hands large enough to handle any kind of ball, but most importantly handle his boyfriend. His hair, perfectly styled. His stamina unmatched! And his sexual prowess always to Terry’s satisfaction.

Meanwhile Terry was envisioning a different version for himself. He imagined his sparse facial hair blossoming into a full neatly trimmed beard. He imagined his slender frame bulking up and getting barrel chested! He could see himself age into a man of maturity, as body hair spread giving him the perfect bear build. He imagined himself slightly taller but with thick meaty arms to support his boyfriend. 

The magic of their ideal bodies sealed into those rings and when they opened their eyes they felt their bodies tingle with magic and surprise.

Jet could now see his boyfriend down on one knee.

“I love you more than anything in this world Jet. Will you marry me?” Terry asked, smiling, looking up to his boyfriend on the bench.

“Terry! Of course! Yes!” Jet scooped Terry into his arms, embracing him into a huge hug, followed by the most intimate kiss that public displays of affection would allow. In the heat of the moment the couple dropped the rings to the ground in a loving embrace  When Jet finally set him down they recovered the rings and admitted, “I don’t know how you did it Terry, but when I closed my eyes with this ring in hand I couldn’t help but see all I could be… and that is with you. Thank you. I promise to be the best partner you’ll have for life!” The two kiss once more. “And I hope it’s ok, but I do not remember which one was yours and which one was mine.”

The two laugh giddy from the excitement of being engaged as Terry assures Jet, “The only thing that matters is that we’re together.”

Terry slides one of the rings onto Jet’s fingers and Jet does the same for Terry as they smile. A different magical aura envelops them both, but neither paid much mind as they walked back to Jet’s apartment to spend a lovely night together. 

As the two rested that night their rings began to work their magic. However, not in their intended function. The couple did not know that they had transposed their rings, and by that nature, transposed their desired futures and forms.

It started with Jet who had his ring on first. He had dreams that night of playing basketball. His slim white frame running down the court. But as he dreamed his body was changing. His skin tone darkened. His mousy brown hair dwindled to a fine buzz cut, while his smooth space erupted with dark curly hair. Then his chest expanded, becoming a barrel of power and pecs. His  arms thickened to the size of holiday hams as he let out a smile. His dreams filled with him coaching the teams from the sidelines now. Shouting out orders and plays in a commanding mature voice.

Terry on the other hand felt a new change overtake him. He felt himself interviewing for a new job. He expressed all his experience and leadership qualities! But the questions took a turn, as did his body. His skin tone lightened and his light facial hair faded. His smooth jaw gave way to angular aesthetics as his hair grew out to golden locks. His hands began to grow with the rest of his arms and legs becoming more befitting a basketball court than a businessroom. The questions in his dreams turned to interview questions about his latest game. In his mind he couldn't help but flex confidently at the power welling up inside of him.

The couple tossed and turned in bed not knowing they were changing, but once their bodies shifted more and more they awoke mid change.

Their immediate shock was apparent from their new appearances, but suddenly a wave of understanding overtook them.

“Terry?” Is that you? The large bear-like black man said.

“Yeah… and… you’re Jet?” muttered the growing young basketball player. 

“How is any of this happening?” Jet asked, placing a large hand over his burgeoning belly before looking back at the angelic faced features of his boyfriend, now fiance.

“I’m not sure… but whatever is happening I don’t think it’s done.” Terry added as he moaned. He could feel his body elongating! His five foot frame inching upwards more and more! His body leaned out but was soon pumped up with more and more muscle to accommodate! He creeped up to 5’6, then 6’2, then 6’8, until finally his growth slowed landing him at an even 7 feet tall! His longer legs and feet dangled off the bed, all the while his new larger hands inched out more and more grabbing Jet’s. He never thought his boyfriend's hands felt small on his own till that point, but that feeling would soon fade as it was Jet’s turn to finalize his changes.

Jet could feel his palms and fingers thicken as he went the opposite direction of Terry. He could feel himself condensing, shrinking inch by inch to about 5’4, but maintaining his new thicker build and weight! He felt like an absolute tank, as if nothing could move him out of the way! And his new appetite caused his larger stomach to growl in attention. His squat ebony body charged with power as his clothes shifted into more appropriate leather and spandex. Even his member surged to life, hardening to extreme measurements awaiting release.

As they observed their own changes Jet was the first to notice another odd occurrence. “Terry! My wall! My floor! My entire apartment… it’s changing.” True to his words Terry’s modest apartment began to change. It expanded in all dimensions resembling that over a house! Framed pictures replaced the contents of the walls revealing handsome black man throughout the years! It's as if he could see a whole life on display throughout those captured images. Eventually some of those pictures contained the new couple holding hands on a beach!

A polo hung from the chair with embroidered letters that said, “Coach Jet Nelson.” And a whistle formed around a coat rack showing his new occupation! 

Terry was more concerned about his immediate changes as he realized his clothing was changing. His old pajamas were far too tight, but now they extended down his new frame  to fit more appropriately. To his surprise he could even feel a leather jockstrap encompassing his new manhood rather tightly, showcasing his growth in other areas as well.

“Whatever is happening… I think it’s making all of these changes make sense… it’s like reality is different now.” Terry said in awe.

“But… you’re still you… Even though you look like some collegiate basketball player… I’d recognize your cute smile anywhere.” Jet said sweetly, kissing his new fiancé. The two of them embraced once more and shared an intimate night, breaking in their new bodies.

O’l Rusty watched from his workshop at an unexpected, but successful job well done.

#tfstoryexchange #muscle growth #race change #racial change #height growth

[thegreatstoryteller]

Fantasy Football Party

It was Game day! The NFL had been really pumping up the hype for their games recently and it had caused a lot of excitement not just in the sporting community, but the writing community! Specifically a few of the TF writing community! While some were avid fans, others were fans of the hot bodies  playing those sports! So when Bryce, Nate, Adam, Henry, JW, and Shaun got an invite from their not so sporty friend Jay to mark the day of the big game with a party they were surprised!

The first to arrive was Bryce! He was excited to see Jay for their big party! Bryce was 5’11 and a bit out of shape, but he shared his friend’s appreciation with the hot athletes in the NFL.

Bryce knew Jay as his not very sporty writer friend. Jay was on the smaller side of height and proud of his Asian heritage! Which is why Bryce was shocked when a blond haired towering man answered the door.  The figure was clad in a football uniform, helmet, pads, jersey and all! The large cleats he was wearing adding to his imposing stance.

“Bryce! Glad you could make it!” The football player said embracing Bryce much to his surprise. 

“Uh… Hi… I don’t- wait you look familiar.” Bryce mutter pressed against the slightly sweaty athlete.

“Oh sorry. I was having fun with some new outfits.” The football player removed his helmet revealing long blond hair, blue eyes, large jaw, and a laid back smile. The light purple tank top he wore showed off his powerful arms and there was a light sheen over his body as if he’d just come from practice.

“You’re Trevor Lawrence! The quarterback.” Bryce gasped. 

“Close! But that gets into what we’re gonna be doing tonight. It’s me Jay! Long story short I found a way to have some fun tonight with the different players in our fantasy football draft.” Jay explained cockily.

Bryce was amazed seeing this 6’6 athlete talk exactly like his 5’6 Asian friend. It was impossible, yet with each word it solidified his identity. 

“H-how is this even happening!? You’re like a foot taller and a brand new race! What could even do something like this?” Bryce asked breathlessly.

“Well I’ll get into the how later. It was so much fun for me. I enjoyed every second! For now just enjoy your change.” Jay said patting Bryce on the back.

“My change?” Bryce said, but soon he was overcome with a tingling all throughout his body. Bryce had not realized as Jay was talking that his own body was changing. He could feel every inch of his skin tingling as it took on a tanner visage. His hair grew into a clean cut shape with some stylish products added as it darkened as well! His own height diminished 2 inches, but his entire body sharped with toned muscle. His face began to reshape, gaining smooth skin and a pronounced Adam’s apple that revealed the deeper moans that came from his body as he changed. His own clothing shifted from that of a guest to a football player in seconds before he stood before his friend completely changed.

“What just happened?” Bryce asked in a deeper voice and a bit of a southern drawl! He couldn’t help but look down and see the tight jersey over his body. His new pecs so pronounced beneath the fabric he’d swear he could bounce them if given the time. And he felt the tight compression pants surrounding his new tight ass, showing off every crevice. 

“You just became Younghoe Koo! The South Korean kicker for the Atlanta Falcons! Gosh his voice really does sound as sexy as they say. You’ve got that twang to your voice that just sounds perfect.

Bryce rushes inside to see himself in the mirror and gasps.

“That’s really me?” Bryce said smiling, examining his features with complete surprise and satisfaction. 

“Yes sir. Down to your last tattoo.” Jay said, tapping at his left arm revealing the detailed artwork. “Feel free to explore your body some more! I know I did. And like I said, I’ll explain more as more people arrive! And speaking of!”

The two looked outside and through the window they could see Nate walking up to the door. The 25 year old was also 5’11 and his pudgier frame showed through his choice of jerseys.

“Oh this is too perfect! He’s already wearing his Josh Allen jersey! I think for him I’ll have him change as he gets closer,” Jay smirked. 

Bryce was confused, but could quickly see what Jay was talking about. He was the same height as Nate. Or at least was. Soon he could see his friend growing. Taller and taller! The once pudgier frame of his now looking lean stretched out to the 6’5 frame of the athlete he was becoming. His brown hair and light stubble grew a bit darker and fuller. His hair styling into an athletic cut and his stubble nearly forming a full beard. All the while his frame was slowly filling with muscle befitting the quarterback he was becoming.

“I’m Josh Allen!” Exclaimed Nate from outside as Jay opened the door for his friend. 

Nate couldn’t believe his own change, but was somehow more surprised when he saw Trevor Lawrence and Younghoe Koo. After a few minutes of frantic introduction Nate finally calmed down.

“Here! I got you guys some beers. I don’t normally drink them, but it felt appropriate for a football party.” Jay said handing them both cans.

“Thanks Trevor… Jay… you…” Nate said laughing. “I still can’t believe this! Can you tell us how this happened? I mean I’m Josh freaking Allen right now! I grew 6 inches and  feel like I could throw a football across a stadium.”

“I guess that’s what being a quarterback will do to you.” Bryce laughed while sipping his beer. “And now that you mention it… I feel like I could kick a football across a stadium… plays and drills are kinda running through my head when I concentrate.”

“That’s part of the change. When you guys arrived at my party not only did you turn into these guys physically but you also gained their abilities! On and off the field!” Jay explained. For me unfortunately that means I know a lot about Crypto now, but also I know how to play football! I’ll finally be able to watch and understand the sport today!”

“Yeah but I know you didn’t just find a way to change us into pro athletes to understand the game. There’s got to be a reason.” Nate scrutinized looking fairly thoughtful with Josh Allen’s face. However, that’s when the doorbell rang.

“Adam!” Jay said answering the door greeting his friend with a hug. The 40 something engineer was confused to see the 24 year old quarterback hugging him. Adam was normally considered pretty tall at 6’1, but that paled in comparison to the buff athlete standing 5 inches taller than him in that moment. He could feel his out of shape form pressing against the solid muscle of he now realized was Trevor Lawrence! However, with each second of that hug he could feel his body change. It was as if he was being revitalized by a simple hug. His body felt more compact. Tighter in all the right places… as his body hardened to match. He felt his hair grow lighter as his biceps peaked from his clothing. Clothing that now shifted into a compression tank top that clung so closely to his body, onlookers could see abs! 

“Or should I say Christian McCaffery!” Jay smirked releasing his friend now a 27 year old quarterback!

Adam was confused, but there was no denying something had changed as the pair released each other from the hug. Turning to a nearby hall mirror he gasped.

“I’m… I’m!” Adam muttered putting his hands on his new youthful face and flexing a bit in the mirror completely in disbelief.

“Yeah yeah. You’re in the body of your dreams, based on your fantasy football picks! You can thank me later. I’m gonna tire myself out if I have to give out these explanations each time! Maybe I’ll make this go a bit faster.” Jay said stroking his square jaw, looking like a quarterback formulating a play in his head.

Adam joined the others in the living room, not knowing what Jay was even considering. 

“Wow. Ok. When Jay invited us here I wasn’t expecting to be surrounded by a bunch of pro athletes. You’re Younghoe Koo! I mean… you look like him.” Adam said nervously still getting used to his new body.

“Yeah It’s me Bryce in here. I just look like Younghoe. And feel like him too… this body feels incredible, but I think we’ll get used to it. I’m feeling more comfortable by the second.” Bryce admits. 

“I just hope Jay knows what he’s doing,” Nate said from inside Josh Allen. It’ll take a lot of explanations on how any of this happened. Does he even know what he’s doing?

They all turned to see Jay in the kitchen looking at a book when a puff of smoke emitted from it followed by a lot of coughing and a smoke alarm.

“There! That should get them here faster!” Jay proclaimed. 

The group didn’t know what he meant, but the remaining guests on their way did. 

Jared was driving back from the office when he heard some strange whispers around him and suddenly a cloud of smoke quickly filled and dissipated from his car! He coughed up a storm, glad he was at a stop light, but was shocked to see what was amongst the cleared remains of himself and his car! He looked down, expecting to see his modest build, the kind spent from years at an office. But that was no more. His lighter skinned body in semi formal wear was now replaced with the darker coloring and powerful build of a quarterback! Now he was wearing a jersey, a hoodie, a backwards cap, and his formerly clean shaven face now had the beginnings of a nice beard! He quickly checked his rear view mirror and screamed. Jalen hurts was staring back at him!  He felt 10 years younger and really confused. But more than that he noticed his car… it was fancy. Top of the line. The kind a rich athlete could afford not him! He sped off down the street to his friends! They wouldn’t believe this.

Meanwhile across town.

Henry was still getting ready in his room! He was fashionably late to his friend’s party, but he was sure they’d understand. But as he got dressed the clothing he put on his body shifted, becoming that of a blue football jersey with the number 88!

“Weird, that's Mike Gesicki number! And gosh this jersey is kinda big on me…” Henry said. He was pretty tall around 6 feet, so he was not used to the unfamiliar clothing being that big… but his body would soon catch up! His arms lengthened! His feet grew! Each word of protest sounded more and more American! Until he stumbled all the way to his mirror and saw the blond haired blue eyed tight end staring back at him. He could see his face reform till no trace of his original self remained. All that stood was the 6’6 athlete he’d admired on TV! Not just that but as he stared, his mirror shifted, becoming that of a nice desk. The changes spread all the way across his room until he sat in a nice apartment filled with football trophies and pictures. 

Back at Jay’s house the group was panicking. After Jay had muttered those strange words it seemed like the whole house shook and reformed. The TV was twice as big! The couch was made of fine leather! There was a liquor cabinet in the corner and there were new pictures of their celebrity athlete bodies on the walls!

“Jay! What did you do?!” Nate cried out, his deeper voice sounding commanding and urgent.

“Is that a spell book!?” Bryce added seeing Jay slowly slide the book into a cabinet.

“Reality… it’s changed… the house, the appliances… our clothes… did you just change reality to match our bodies?” Adam inferred the cause and effect of the events adding up.

“Ok… yes… by accident.. I was trying to trigger Jared and Henry’s transformation remotely! Shaun’s too! But I think I misread some of the book and it made a wave of REALITY changes, rather than just physical changes.” Jay bashfully admitted. The long haired jock looked quite apologetic, shrinking into the corner in embarrassment, a difficult task given his new 6’6 stature.

“Hey I’m not complaining!” Came a voice came as Patrick Mahomes stepped through the door. “Hey guys! It’s me Shaun! I don’t know what happened but somehow I became Patrick- Oh!”

Shaun said looking inquisitive at the gathered party full of athletes. 

“So… I guess everyone is an athlete. Gosh. When I first saw my older self stepping out of the car and adjusting my clothes I was feeling self conscious. But I suddenly started changing before my eyes! Growing huge! Getting these muscles, this tight tank, this cool under armor headband, and getting to see your house change into a legit mansion was awesome.”

“Wait, mansion?” Jay asked, racing outside. He could see his friend was telling the truth! A mansion stood before him the likes of which he’d only ever dreamed! “Oh fuck.”

A few minutes passed. Shaun was still admiring his body in front of the others commenting on how different his new body was. He loved showing off his improved strength and challenged Nate and Adam to arm wrestles that quickly devolved into actual wrestling! All the while Bryce looked on with Jay as Henry and Jared finally arrived. 

“Ok… now that we’re all here, Jay I think you owe us a full explanation.” Bryce said, crossing his arms, looking a lot more intimidating than normal inside Younghoe Koo. 

Jay sighed. “Alright. So I turned you all into athletes so we could have a fun party as members of our draft! I had this whole thing planned out that we’d try new bodies at each point! There was gonna be this great game!... But.. I accidentally jumped the gun and messed with reality too… This book I got… well it’s real magic and I used a pretty powerful spell…”

Jared shrugged. “I mean that’s fine. This is still a great idea. Just tell us next time you change reality again.

“That’s the thing… a spell to warp reality can only be cast once. After that the affected reality sorta… stays… there is no turning back. You guys are all professional athletes now… like for real.” Jay admitted.

There was a collection of deep voiced gasps from the guests! Tonight Jay and his friends were no more. They were simply a few NFL athletes that the world knew as close friends!

#muscle growth #height growth #reality change #football

[thegreatstoryteller]

Incredible story and birthday present!

One Size Fits All

Little birthday present for my favourite @mrwavellswaps ❤ This one was written in second person, so you've been warned if it feels strange to read!

~~~

We'd talked for a long time about me driving out to see you. Over a year since we'd started talking, always here and there mentioning the idea but never properly committing to a time to actually go through with the plan. It was a long drive halfway across the country, so it wasn't the type of thing to be done lightly. 

Unless I'd just stumbled on an online website known only as W&D clothing that claimed their ‘one size fits all’ type was a little more literal than other places. Magical and very real as I quickly found out, all their products would change the wearer to suit the item. In that case it became a particular emergency with your birthday coming up that I made a few specific purchases and drove out as a surprise. After all, where would the fun be in just sending them in the post when I could turn up at your door and surprise you?

So after booking a couple days off work for a ‘family emergency’ I was off, with you none the wiser to what surprise awaited you. 

~~~

“Lance! You've got a visitor!” The voice of your sister called from downstairs. 

It was odd, since you hadn't been expecting anyone. The day had already been booked off work so you could enjoy relaxing, but it wasn't like you'd shouted about that fact to everyone you knew. Family had either seen you or texted birthday wishes that morning so it wasn't like it was any of them, and former college friends you knew were all busy. It was baffling to say the least, so your only option was to force yourself out of bed after a very long lay-in to sometime late morning and see just who it was. 

“Coming! Who is it?” You called back as you paused the TV and got up. 

Your sister called back a few moments later, after an assumed pause to look at whoever it was again. “Some old guy! A friend of yours apparently.” She said as you reached the top of the stairs. 

That only added to the confusion, because besides former teachers and current colleagues who would all be at work, who was their left? The curiosity only spurred you on to get down and see who it was faster. That and the secret hope that whoever this mystery man ended up being was handsome. 

He was. 

By the time you got to the front door your sister had gone, returned to getting ready to leave for work. You were glad of it though, because that left you alone with whoever this hot Daddy of a man was at your door. Tall, well muscled under his tight leather jacket, and handsome with as much of his face as you could see under the cap and dark sunglasses he had on. He had a bag slung over his shoulder as he smiled at you, looking basically like the textbook definition of your type if you had to name it. And somehow here he was at your door asking specifically for you.

“No Lance, you aren’t dreaming.” The man said in a deep voice that threatened to send a shiver of arousal running through you; of course that was as hot as the rest of them. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He said with a smirk.

He clearly knew something you didn’t, and knew you well enough too to be able to sense what you’d been thinking. This did feel like a dream, and he’d known you felt that way. Just who was this guy??

You shook your head. “I… I don’t, no.”

The man’s smile widened as he removed his hat and sunglasses, finally giving you a better look at his handsome face. “Well Why don’t you let me inside out of the cold and I’ll refresh  your memory?” He said, the hint of a mischievous smile creeping at the corners of his lips.

Normally like any reasonable person you wouldn’t have let a stranger into your house. Normally was out the window here though, what with the gorgeous older man asking something of you it was hard to say no. That and there was just something about him that felt familiar, though how you’d have forgotten a man as handsome as this you had no idea.So, perhaps against your better judgement, you stepped aside and let the handsome man inside, then closed the door behind him as you followed into the living room.

“Still haven’t worked it out, hmm?” The man said as he took a seat on the sofa, splayed out and showing off every inch of how hot he was. “I’m surprised, I thought you’d know me well enough to see through all this-” He gestured down at his body, “But I guess I really did underestimate how much looking like a walking wet dream for you would be a distraction.”

Something itched at the back of your mind. A hint of some kind of familiarity with the way this guy talked that was screaming at you that you knew him, but couldn’t place where from. The man seemed to know as much as well, like this was some kind of game he was playing with you as he sat idly by and waited. “What? I feel like I know you but I don’t….”

The man stood up and grabbed his bag from where he’d left it by the edge of the sofa, then unzipped it and started pulling clothes out. Jeans, an American Football jersey, a grey tank top and what looked like a pair of gym shorts amongst other items. What these had to do with anything was an absolute mystery, and only added to the confusion. You already had no idea who this guy was or why you’d apparently trusted him enough to let him inside, now this?

“Pick something and put it on, I think you’ll understand after that Lance.” He said once the various options were laid out before you. 

The way he said your name was incredibly arousing. It spurred you on to actually do what he said and choose something, even if none of this made sense. You weren’t exactly thinking straight and you knew it, but then how could you when all the blood was rushing to your cock thanks to the very man opposite you. Still, something in you had decided already to go through with what you were being asked of, so you reached out and grabbed the first of the items that’d held your attention. 

In your hand you held up the large football jersey from the pile. It looked clean and unworn and from the label was as you suspected on the larger side. “This?”

“Good boy, now put it on.”

Your eyes went wide at how the handsome man addressed you. Your face flushed almost instantly with arousal; if you weren’t hard already you were now. How did this guy know exactly what buttons to push? If he was even doing it on purpose, but something told you he was. That instinct that somehow you must know who this was only grew as the moments passed, but still you couldn’t put the pieces together. All you could do was listen and pull it on as instructed, but not before taking off the t-shirt you’d been wearing. It swamped you with its massive size, making you feel a little ridiculous. After all, as hot as this guy was, why had you actually listened to someone you didn’t know? Logically you should just chuck the dude out and get on with your day relaxing, at the very least it’d be a funny if somewhat embarrassing story to tell your boyfriend Jackson-

A dawning realisation set in as you looked up at the man’s smirking face. MY smirking face. That brief moment had finally slotted everything into place as impossible as it all was. The casual way I spoke as if I knew you; the way I knew what buttons of yours to push to drive you a little crazy; even the body was as perfect to your tastes as it could get. But then you were still left with one question. If you were right and it was me, just how had I changed into this guy? It wasn’t like magic or anything we wrote about was actually true, just a horny fantasy…

“You haven’t even noticed have you? I was surprised with how little feeling there was to the whole thing too.” I said with a knowing smile. “I know you’ve worked it out, you know who I am now. Took you long enough.”

You nodded. “Jackson. But how- why- I thought you were-”

I stepped forwards and pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. “It’s your birthday, don’t question the how or the why, just enjoy it. I took a couple days off to spend it with my favourite person and surprise you, it was too good not to when I found these clothes.”

The clothes, of course! In the mixture of shock at my identity and the still lingering arousal, it’d been easy to forget what I’d asked you to do. Put on something from a selection that was way, way too large. Only, now it was back in the front of your mind it didn’t feel anywhere close to as large as it had a moment ago. Had you imagined it, or had you…?

“Holy shit.”

I watched in amusement as you looked down at your body and realised what’d happened. You’d grown massively to put it lightly in both weight and height, enough so you were far wider and only an inch shorter than me where I currently stood at 6’3. You had muscle on top of muscle, all going to work making the jersey fit perfectly over your now huge form. It felt incredible too; you’d been working out at home for a little while now, but gains as big as these took a lifetime to put together. Now you had them in seconds and you hadn’t even felt it happen.

“How the hell-?” You started, but paused and grabbed your throat when you heard your voice. Not only deeper now, but also with a distinctly American accent you hadn’t noticed at first. “Why do I sound American??”

I chuckled. “Well, it is an American Football jersey, can’t be that shocking that it makes you American too.” 

You nodded. It made sense, though it was still weird to hear your own voice now so different from how it usually was. All of this was weird if you were honest with yourself, but then again it was incredible too. You hadn’t been expecting anything close to this to happen today; least of all me somehow finding a way to actually transform both of us after driving all the way over here to see you. 

“How did you do it anyway?” You asked a moment later once you’d stopped staring at your new body. “I didn’t think this was even possible, as much as we’ve always wished it was.”

I shrugged. “Some website an anonymous user sent me a link to last week. I was sceptical at first obviously, but after some proper digging and a cheap test it actually worked out. I could have told you yeah, but isn’t it more fun to have you find out like this?” I smirked. “A hot Daddy showing up at your door and dazzling you? Too good of an opportunity to resist.”

“A test?” You asked as the curiosity over that little detail piqued your interest. “Did you happen to take any pictures?”

I already had my phone in my hand before you could finish the sentence. It only took a second or two for me to find what I wanted, the pictures I’d taken of myself were still the most recent ones in there. I opened up the first one then handed my phone over, letting you take a look at the first guy I’d become for my test.

“I picked those because I wasn’t sure what would happen honestly.” I said as I peered over your shoulder at the photo. “The website doesn’t have any descriptions of how you’ll look after putting each item on, so it’s sort of a gamble that you can guess right. Shorts like that I was expecting something more like a twink with a fat ass, so I was pleasantly surprised to find myself looking like that. Spent a while lazing around the house just like that since family were all away. That roleplay we were doing at the weekend? Yeah, I looked like that pretty much the whole time we were doing it.”

“That’s crazy.” You handed me back my phone, then glanced back at the pile of clothes I’d laid out for you. Now you knew what they were and what they could do your mind was racing with possibilities. “So all that stuff will turn us into someone that matches the clothes huh? Didn’t think about becoming a black dude like Ched then?” You grinned cheekily at me, knowing full well what I was like.

I laughed, then joined you in looking at the range of clothing. “Bold of you to assume there isn’t more than one thing that pile that I’m hoping does that exact thing. But this day isn’t about me, it’s about you. We’ve got plenty of time to try out other stuff, so it’s whatever you want us to do.”

I waited for a few moments as you thought about things. There was a huge amount of potential here, even if it was somewhat random, so where could you start? Did you want to stay as this massive American stud, or become someone else? That was a good question, and one you thought you had an answer for…

“Could I be you? The Daddy that is. You’re just so… Fuck.” 

I laughed, then unzipped my leather jacket. “I had a feeling you’d ask that, I knew you’d want to be in this body as soon as I saw it, pretty fitting of the t-shirt eh?” 

As I took the jacket off, you got a good look at the item in question that I was implying was the source of this particular change. A green t-shirt with the words ‘Dad in the streets. Daddy in the sheets.’ branded in bold letters across the front of it. That too then got pulled off to reveal a hairy, muscular chest and broad shoulders, the perfect body in your eyes. Once it was all off I tossed the t-shirt at your handsome face as I shrunk back down to my usual self, leaving me standing in a pair of slightly too large jeans. 

“You’ve got to cum whilst wearing something to make yourself able to take it off without changing.” I said as a way of explanation to my reverted body. “Only way back after that is to wear another item and change again, then let that wear off and you’ll be back to normal.”

The second you took the jersey off and slipped the t-shirt on you’d changed. It was honestly still shocking with all the testing I’d done how instantaneous and seamless the whole change was. One moment you were pulling the t-shirt over your head and the next it fit snugly over the handsome older form of the man I’d driven here as. I get to watch as for a few moments you admired your new self, flexing and grinning as you checked out a reflection that finally matched how you’d always wanted to be.

“Now that’s fucking incredible, holy shit.” You said in a voice that was eerily familiar considering it’d been mine moments ago. “Like woah, if I thought I was hard looking at you in this body I’m even harder now being in it myself!”

I laughed and came over to press myself against your side. With the height that body had you were taller than me now, which was odd and arousing all at the same time. You almost instantly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled us so we were facing each other, me looking up at your now taller self. 

“Like your birthday present then Daddy?” I said with a look of mischief and fake innocence in my eyes.

The low growl you let out was almost hungry sounding in its arousal. “Oh I do boy, more than you can ever know. I’m in two minds to bend you over and fuck your ass right now, but I want to get you into a perfect body too before anything else.”

I blushed as you held me in your arms. Of course you would think about something like that, making sure I was enjoying myself too. So I got to watch as moments later you went and flicked through the stack of clothes I’d dumped out, discarding things seemingly at random before you settled on something and came back to me. A black  jockstrap held up in your hands, along with a dark baseball cap.

“My best guess is these two. And if I’m right it should do what I want it to do to you.” You said as you held them out for me to take.

As it turned out when I stripped and pulled them both on a few seconds later, your guess was exactly right. The jockstrap first had blown up my muscles until I was some classically handsome blond jock, clean shaven and like I’d walked off of a fashion show. It made sense given branded jockstrap underwear that I would end up something like this to you, but this was only stage one. The second, more important one came with the next item, the hat. I hadn’t noticed what you had about it before I pulled it on, the dark, curly hair stuck on the inside. Things felt odd as the magic woven into both items fought together for a split second before settling into the exact form you’d wanted me to be in.

A rich dark tone had settled over my skin when I looked down at my finished body. Together the two items had merged the individual transformations they would have given into one, making me not only black because of the cap, but also buff as hell thanks to the jockstrap. I was stud, and you couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for pulling it off so well.

“Like it?” You asked, not that you needed to as I flexed and admired my almost naked body in your living room mirror. 

I nodded, then turned back to you and smiled widely. “You don’t even need to ask that question Daddy, you know I do.” I winked as I called you Daddy, that wasn’t going to stop anytime soon with how you currently looked. “Though I think I’ll need to borrow some clothes if we’re to carry on with the rest of the day I’ve got planned. Thought we’d go out and do some fun things in these bodies, maybe shopping being the first one of those?”

“Yeah, I’ve probably got one or two things around that can fit you if nothing else does. Just about anyway with how big you are.” I could see the hint of arousal in your eyes as you took a good long look, both enjoying the view as I showed off my new self and sizing me up for what you had around the house. “Wanna go look, then we can get going? Assuming you’ll drive of course.”

I nodded. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” I grabbed your hand and let you lead me towards the stairs. “Everything is on me today for your special day Daddy, not every day a man turns 40 now is it?”

“Keep up like that and we’ll never make it out of the house, I want to at least see what you’ve got planned before we spend the rest of the day fucking and keeping ourselves into these bodies.”

I laughed as we ran up the stairs. Oh what a good idea this had all been.

~~~

“Enjoying yourself there Daddy?” I asked with a smirk as I watched you bounce your pecs. “I think that’s a yes?”

“You bet your ass it’s a yes.” You said as you returned my smirk with one of your own. “Don’t think I’ve ever had more fun on a birthday than I have today.”

I smiled. After picking bodies we wanted to spend the day in, we'd gone out shopping, then you’d taken me to your favourite restaurant to eat which is where we were now. You’d thrived in the body I’d given you, really coming out of your slightly nervous shell to embrace the Daddy you now looked and felt like. Your 20th birthday had rapidly turned into a 40th birthday celebration, or that’s what we’d told the server that gave you a free drink and dessert with the meal. I could see the thrill in your eyes when you told them your age as you casually explained you were out for a birthday meal with your boyfriend since it was such a big day. You’d loved getting to drop an age like that as yours so easily and believably, and I’d loved watching you enjoy yourself so much.

“I take it you’ll be going to jerk off in the bathroom before we leave? Family away for long enough I’m sure you can enjoy that body for a good long while until you’ve got to go back.” I said as I watched the glint in your eye.

You nodded. “Read my mind honestly.” I raised an eyebrow as you leaned over the table towards me almost conspiratorially to whisper something. “You did miss out on one thing though. I was thinking we’d both jerk off in the bathroom before we leave and stay this way until we wear something else.”

“Yes.” I said instantly. “Oh god, yes that’s a great idea.”

“Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s get on with it.” You said as you pushed your chair out and stood up. 

I grinned then took your hand, letting you pull be off inside towards the restaurant bathrooms. As we walked I wondered in the back of my mind if that W&D clothing website had anything stronger to make these changes as permanent as possible? Maybe we could really become these two hunks we currently were, but that might be a surprise for another day…

#shapeshift #clothes #muscle growth

[thegreatstoryteller]

Love a great shift interview and love a good cocky Blaine! Well done

Transcript: "You Know The Face" Episode 47 - Blaise Gigson

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and resemblance to any real life persons is completely intentional, lol, but to spare the virgin eyes of the search algorithm I changed the name.

[Theme tune plays]

Arsenio: Hey there listeners, welcome back to "You Know The Face," the best podcast out there devoted to discussing the great changes that The Great Shift brought about.

Arsenio: As always, I'm your host Arsenio Braxton, still here and still me, and for this episode I'm by a very special guest- you might know the face, Blaise Gigson is here in the studio! Hi Blaise, welcome to the pod.

Blaise: Hey Arsenio! Thanks having me, I'm a huge fan of the show. This podcast is like, the soundtrack to my morning runs.

Arsenio: Oh my god, dude, I'm blushing! You've been one of our most requested guests for a while now so it's such a pleasure to finally have you here in the studio with us. And I want to let the listeners at home know, this guy is even bigger in person.

Blaise: Okay, now you're making me blush. I'll admit it, I always do fifty pushups before getting on camera just to make sure I look my best- does that make me sound weird?

Arsenio: I mean, it's healthier than my pre-show ritual, which is just a Red Bull and a shot of vodka. Now I'm gonna be calling you Blaise, but that wasn't the name you were born with, right?

Blaise: Yup, just like most people I was shifted into this body.

Arsenio: BUT, unlike most people, after the shift you decided to adopt the name of the original owner of that body. What inspired you to make that choice?

Blaise: Well I flipped a coin and- nah, I'm just joking. How do I explain this... the shift changed everything, you know? Not just our bodies, but the whole world. I don't really think that any of us are who we used to be, even the people who didn't shift, so taking on a new name just felt natural. Plus I think I'm kind of a special case since I swapped into a celebrity- I get recognized all the time, every day people come up to me on the street and call me "Blaise," so I figured I might as well just embrace that.

Arsenio: Oh that's true, I never thought of it like that. See, that's what I love about doing this show- getting all of these different perspectives. A lot of the people I talk to on this pod mention that they try stay connected to who they were before the shift, but it sounds like you're just full steam ahead. You very famously don't like to talk about who you were before at all, is that right?

Blaise: Nah, not really. A lot of people think that means I was a criminal or something and I'd like to say for the record that I was not, but I don't like to sweat the small things like who I used to be. I'm just focused on who I am today! And I think I make a pretty good Blaise Gigson, don't you?

Arsenio: Absolutely, man, you're crushing it. But I gotta ask, has the real Blaise Gigson tried to get in contact with you?"

Blaise: Try, like, eight Blaise Gigsons. That's the thing about swapping with a celebrity- there's a lot of creeps out there who were obsessed with you that think about this as their chance to get in on the action. Since it was impossible to figure out who was telling the truth, I had to just block all of them. For safety reasons.

Arsenio: Oh, so you don't talk to any of them? But aren't you worried you might be shutting out the real Blaise?

Blaise: Well, wherever he is he can rest easy knowing that I'm taking good care of his body. If you're out there watching Blaise, this one's for you!

Arsenio: Oh, and there it is! The famous bicep. Would you mind doing it again, just for me?

Blaise: Mind? I'd love to, these things are awesome.

Arsenio: No arguments here... actually, let's pivot and talk about that for a second. Now, we all knew that Blaise Gigson was a hottie with a body, but you've sexed up his image a lot since assuming the reigns. I'm sure most of our listeners have probably seen a certain viral video-

Blaise: The workout stream, yeah.

Arsenio: Dude. you broke the internet with that one! Seeing you all hot and sweaty, flexing all those muscles on the floor... pretty iconic if you ask me. Can one of the producers insert the clip here?

Arsenio: Damn daddy! Sorry, I shouldn't be thirsting over you while you're right here in front of me, they're gonna have to edit this part out or else before get cancelled haha.

Blaise: Nah, don't sweat it man. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do- you think looking at this body is great? Try living in it. Like, I'll admit it, I get turned on watching those clips too. I look fucking hot there.

Arsenio: So I think it's safe to say the "himboification" of the Blaise Gigson brand was a conscious decision on your part?

Blaise: Honestly? A little bit yes, a little bit no. I mean, it wasn't something I planned on when I first got this body, it just kind of happened. Like one day I just woke up and I was a famous hunk... of course I was gonna get a little wild, right? I couldn't resist showing off a bit. At first I was worried that I was going a bit overboard but people have really been responding to it.

Arsenio: Yeah I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who "responded" to that video, if you catch my drift.

Blaise: I hope so! I mean, think about it. When I was just a nobody sitting at home I would have killed to see my celebrity crushes take their clothes off and just, I don't know, start slutting it up. And so now that I am one of those guys I used to dream about, I wanna make that fantasy a reality for everybody else.

Blaise: Like, come on, don't the people deserve to see all of this?

Arsenio: I completely agree. Actually, could we see a little bit more, for the camera? Or even just for me?

Blaise: Haha, maybe later.

Arsenio: Alright, I'm gonna hold you to that. But we should probably get moving or else this episode is gonna wind up being four hours, haha. As the listeners know, I started this podcast because I was one of the few people not affected by The Great Shift, so I'm always fascinated by the stories of people who were. Let's get yours Blaise- can you walk us through your shift experience? What was it like for you that first morning?

Blaise: The thing I'll always remember about waking up was the weight. Being in a body like this one that's built like a tank, that's a lot of muscle, and muscle is one of the heaviest things in the body. I knew something was different before I even opened my eyes because I could feel how much space I was occupying. And that kinda freaked me out!

Blaise: But all of that weight is actually strength, and the second I started moving I knew that whatever had happened to me was a good thing.

Blaise: I'll never forget this- the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes and looked down was this giant chest blocking my view. I was so confused I tried like, wipe them off because I thought they were something stuck to me, but nope! I just had massive pecs all of the sudden. And then I got distracted just, like, squeezing them.

Arsenio: That's so funny- I hear that exact same story all the time, but from shifted women. I think you're the first guy to have the classic "boob grab" experience, haha!

Blaise: Hey, it's a classic for a reason! I say when you've got tits like these, you give 'em a squeeze. But I realized pretty quickly that there was a whole body underneath my chest, and that... woof. I was actually confused at first because I'd never touched a six-pack before so I was like "what the fuck is going on with my stomach" when I first felt it- I wasn't used to my body being so hard.

Blaise: The new core strength was incredible too- like, just sitting up felt better than it ever had before. And when I sat up and the blankets slid off of me and I saw my new body for the first time, I was shocked. I'd never seen someone with that many muscles in my life, and suddenly I had the best seat in the house. And by "best seat," I mean I had a dump truck ass.

Arsenio: Sounds like you were in bed for a minute then.

Blaise: A minute? Try two hours. I was alone with the body of my dreams and I could do anything with it, so I- well, you can probably guess what I did next.

Arsenio: I bet I can and I would love to hear about it, maybe even see a demonstration, but I think we should move on before we get demonetized. When you finally got out of bed, did you recognize yourself when you looked in the mirror?

Blaise: Recognize myself? Dude, I basically creamed myself. Blaise was one of my biggest celebrity crushes and seeing that face staring back at me from the mirror... just, words can't even describe it. Having all of this body and the face to match? The beard? This jawline? These lips? I'm handsome as fuck.

Arsenio: Dude, I'm so jealous right now you have no idea. So you weren't scared that you'd woken up in a completely new body?

Blaise: I mean, I was confused, but I thought it was just me, you know? I thought it was some kind of Freaky Friday situation and I'd just been zapped into this body so like, he could learn a lesson about the meaning of Christmas or something. I didn't learn about the shift until later.

Arsenio: And then did you freak?

Blaise: Nah. I feel selfish when I say that because I know how scared so many people are, and I feel for them I really do, but I was excited. I wasn't really thinking about anybody else, I was just excited to be Blaise.

Arsenio: And so we're heading on over a year since the shift- how are you settling in to your new body? It's quite an impressive physique and you've maintained it well.

Blaise: Thanks- keeping up with the gym routine was definitely one of my top priorities. Letting a body like this go to waste would have been a tragedy.

Blaise: But to answer your question, I'm still not entirely used to this body yet, and honestly, I hope I never am. It's fun always feeling surprised, you know? I'll just be going about my day and then I'll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and remember that holy shit, I'm a fucking stud, and I get excited all over again. It hits me at the strangest times.

Blaise: Muscles are cool because they're like... they're always there, you know? I get a little show every time I look down. And the thing about it is- I'm not bragging, this is just a fact -I'm so ripped now that a bit of bulging is inescapable. People are always saying that I'm a tease but half the time I don't even realize that I'm doing it, it's just a side effect of existing while being this hot.

Arsenio: Damn, and here I thought you were doing this especially for me. Well, it's nice to see that fame hasn't gone to your head!

Blaise: Haha, I mean, when the head looks this good, I can afford it!

Arsenio: I can't argue with that, that is one big beautiful head you've got there. Blaise really is just a stunning man.

Blaise: Aren't I? It's great. I was kinda nervous when I started being active on Blaise's accounts because at first I felt like I was impostor or something like that, but I knew I had to keep posting because people deserved to see this face. I get a lot of hate comments from people saying "you shouldn't be doing this" and stuff like that, but I block them out and focus on the positive ones. There's a lot more of those anyways.

Blaise: It sounds shallow but like, as a hot guy, I hold a lot of power. I've been on the other side of the screen, looking through it at those gorgeous faces, so I'm very aware what an important escape a bit of thirst content can be. Now that I have this face, this body, I can make so many people happy just by taking some clothes off and posting a picture. Why wouldn't I want to do that?

Blaise: That's why the content shifted. Less comedy videos, more thirst, workout videos, photoshoots- the stuff people really wanted to see all along. I love sharing the gift of this body with the world.

Blaise: I don't take anything for granted anymore, I live my life to the fullest, and I want to invite all of my followers into that. Especially after everything the world has been through since the shift, I want people to be able to open up their phone, see this sexy smile, and know that it's possible to still be happy. That there's still beauty in the world.

Arsenio: Oh my god, Blaise, I didn't expect us to be getting so deep on this episode.

Blaise: Hey, I'm more than just a pretty face... I've got a great ass too.

Arsenio: That you do, Blaise, that you do. So, Blaise, let's lighten the mood a bit and jump to one of our listener's favorite sections- and if you've listened to the show before you know what I'm going to ask you next. What's your favorite part of being in your new body?

Blaise: My favorite part? I'll give you two guesses.

Blaise: I love being a walking, talking gun show. Like I look down and I just think wow, I get to own these arms.

Arsenio: Yeah those are some killer pipes man.

Blaise: Dude you have no idea, I'm so fucking strong now. I'm still not over how like... round they are? It's like someone shoved a football under my skin, they tear my shirts if I'm not careful. I'm never gonna get tired of watching them flex.

Blaise: Every part of this body is great actually but I wanna give a special shoutout to my thighs actually- I'm thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I just love having some meat on these bones, you know? I never skip a leg day.

Arsenio: Oh trust me, I can tell. And Blaise, you know I gotta ask because it's the question everyone's dying to know the answer to... how big is it?

Blaise: I'm gonna have to plead the fifth on that one actually- I'm currently in talks with a few different studios that have some ideas about how we can unveil that particular part of my new brand. But... let's just say that Blaise was a big boy, and he didn't disappoint. It's hard for me to make it through the day without fondling myself all the time, pun very much intended.

Blaise: This is so embarrassing but I actually had trouble pissing when I first got this body because every time I whipped my dick out to piss I'd get a boner from the sight of it- it's a grower, I'll tell you that much.

Arsenio: Damn, well, there you have it listeners! An exclusive!

Blaise: Oh god, I can just hear my publicist in my head screaming at me right now. Can you edit that out?

Arsenio: No, no, we are definitely leaving that in! This is the kind of content the people want to hear.

Blaise: Haha, well, I'm always happy to give the people what they want. But yeah, if you're really curious about what little Blaise looks like, keep an eye on my socials. Big things on the horizon... very big.

Arsenio: We'll be sure to put links to your accounts in the episode description. Moving on, I feel like I know the answer but here's one that we ask everybody: if you could switch back to your old body, would you?

Blaise: ...Sorry, what? I got distracted for a second.

Arsenio: Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, Blaise, you know what's more exciting than waking up to find yourself in the body of a famous hunk? Today's sponsor, Squarespace...

#great shift #body swap #identity theft

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Dungeons and Dragons

Welcome to our livestream everyone! The great shift as you all know is the event that caused most of the world to swap bodies! It was completely random. Anyone could become anybody! Not only that, but it took awhile for the world to get used to life with displaced individuals all over!

That’s one of the reasons why my friends and I were so happy when we all got back to town. We could finally continue our dungeons and dragons campaign!

I guess it shouldn’t have come to a shock that when we all met up for our first session, we were all in new bodies. The biggest coincidence is that while we WERE all fairly nerdy and average individuals, now we’ve changed! And coincidentally we have the perfect bodies to match our in game characters. But hey, I’ll let the party introduce themselves.

Abdul Rafai: Class Fighter, Subclass: Battle Master/Multi Class Barbarian

Hey everyone! Great to be doing live streams again. I’m Abdul. I know I don’t look like my normal dark skinned curly haired self, but it’s still me behind all this muscle. I guess I should probably explain my get up. We decided that since we’ve got such fitting bodies for our characters that we’d do our livestream in full character cosplay. My job… I guess former job as Costume and Design manager for some small film studios set me up with a bunch of different outfits we could use. I mean it’s not like many people are making movies and tv shows right now. 

Anyway I’ll be play Ignatius Gleem, the disillusioned kingdom general who broke from his ranks and found his wild side adventuring. My character… and I guess I am 6’5, 289lbs, and before anyone asks!... These were the only costumes that fits me now. I’m not just showing off. Let me just stand and show off the whole situation. Golden boots of elven kind, +1 shield, a very convincing and realistic longsword and my cape of protection!  I won’t be moving around a lot during this stream as I’m still getting used to my big body. Before we started recording I nearly knocked over all the cameras because these size 18 gold boots are so hard to move in! My dad was not happy about that. Though he’s a lot less intimidating out of his burly Pakistani body and now in the slim handsome form of a Korean idol. 

In the meantime, let me tell you about how I got here. I was helping plan the next big cosplay event we were going to when I found myself in some sort of gym. I haven’t been to one of those since I tried to climb that rock wall in college! Anyway, it turns out I was in Venice Beach, California! Right outside was a beautiful beach that almost distracted me from this big hunk of body I now had. The guy I swapped into was thinking of competing in a local bodybuilding tournament. If you could believe it he ended up in one of his clients that he’d been training. I felt kinda bad towering over him, but all he could do was blush when he looked at me too long. He was happy to help me get back to town so we can start the game again! If you’re watching out there Zach, hi!

But that’s enough about me. Let me throw it over to Jen. 

Jennifer Kinsey: Class: Rogue, Subclass Swashbuckler

Thanks Abs! I think I speak for all post shift people who used to have big breasts, feels nice to go semi shirtless these days. Anyway you all know me. I’m Jen Kinsey, playing Randy Rouser, the Swashbuckling ship captain who fights against the crown that took away his ancestral home! I always envisioned Randy with this deep voice and charming brogue, and now with my newfound accent I sound just like him. Plus this nice stubble really looks nice. And having a cock! That’s next level.

Props again to Abdul for getting these great clothes for us. This sailor’s jacket feels amazing, I hope no one minds that I leave it unbuttoned during the entire stream. Oh! And I’m still trying to figure out if I should keep my hair down like this? Or! Do it in a fun ponytail or man bun. Make sure to type in the chat what you think would look best! And remember to sign up for our patreon where I’ll still be doing the audio recaps of the entire story in my new sonorous voice! 

It sounded even better when I first woke up! I was in a cold bed, but not alone! I was with this beautiful woman! As you all know me and producer Tyler used to date, so I’d normally consider myself a hetero woman! But well… Let’s just say these two bodies were close. I hadn’t expected such a reaction and well… Before you say it guys! I know! I shouldn’t get us demonetized I just love hearing myself speak now!

Long story short I was in Ireland! I went from a reserved shy young woman to a very well known European traveler and romancer. A lot like my character! Anyway,  Aston you’re up!

Aston Matthews: Ranger Subclass Feywanderer

Good evening folks. It’s nice to see everyone around the table again. Now I know you all know me as the grandpa of the group. I know I’m about 25 years older than the youngest of you, but I guess the roles are kind of reversed.

I play Timothy Zisguard. The human ranger raised by the Fey, destined to defend their land from the material planes intruders. Timothy was the youngest of the group and I guess so am I. The young man I am now was on a college football field when the shift happened. That poor boy became his own coach in the mix of all of this and helped me get used to his body pretty quick. Let me tell you going from a big o’l round belly to these abs is no joke. Luckily my son ended up on that same football field with me. He became one of the more experienced athletes and it’s funny to see that he’s older than me now. In fact when I got to town he pointed out how I have a few more years till I can legally drink! Don’t even get me started on my grandson who is older than both of us! Such a kind boy. I’m glad he is helping to run the local youth soccer team, only this time as the coach!

If anyone likes my look you can thank Abdul and Jen for insisting my outfit resemble our last combat where my armor got destroyed and my character got bloodied. And thanks to our DM for letting me bring my actual sword I smithed myself. Viewers don’t try this at home. 30 years as a mechanic and a lifetime of being a fantasy fan helped me make this blade, but I think the results speak for itself.  I guess it’s time for your intro Peter.

Peter Nguyen: Class Bard, College of Swords

So…. I’m sorry to break the trend. I know my new body isn’t exactly how I described the city diplomat/bard Baramy Bounsweet. He was a lot twinkier… a lot more lithe and less… broad shouldered and buff. But I don’t care! I love being in this body. Some of my fellow thirsty gays out there will recognize this body! I'm the famous adult film star Zeb Atlas! I know I did when I first looked in the mirror and didn’t see my usual thin and Vietnamese body.

My boyfriend is LOVING this. He’s used to being the big guy usually and well, I can’t say that he is anymore. I’m the big spoon in bed! And he’s loving being in my former body.

As you can see I’m rocking the half dressed look in reference to my character attempting to seduce a noble lord. While it didn’t work quite like how we expected i still think I looked good doing it. Also until I get some new clothes, this outfit is about all that will fit. I mean my shoes literally doubled in size. I’ll have to work on getting some size 14s to compliment my new 6’3 frame. 

Just like I looked good on the set of a porn shoot. I was balls deep in each eager hunk of man after the other! Which is a big change from my normally submissive big bottomed former body. But I’m glad to embrace this change! 

Dungeon Master: Hiro Tanaka

And as normal I’m your dungeon master! I’ve been here the whole time providing the narration. Hope this deep gravelly voice didn’t throw you off. I know it’s a bit more stern and domineering compared to my normal high pitches. 

I was lucky enough to swap into an actor who was filming a medieval movie! The guy wasn’t the best though as I later found out he was taking on acting roles during an active strike. So I hope he doesn’t mind that I walked off set in full costume. I doubt it would fit him anyway. He’s in my Japanese body now and considering he’s about a foot smaller there’s no way he’s fitting into this armor. 

He’s also mad that the film crew isn’t recasting him for the same role. They said his appearance didn’t fit the setting for the movie. At least they offered him a supporting role, which he turned down. But hey, maybe he’ll be on our show if he likes the fantasy genre that much. 

Glad everyone in chat is enjoying these intros! If you want to see more or some of our other friends doing other livestreams let us know and we'll have them on. Lots of handsome druids, monks, and clerics out there.

But back to the game! Now that intros are out of the way! Time to start! We’ll pick off right where we left off with the fight concluding. But in the distance you hear more soldiers approaching! Roll initiative!

#thegreatstoryteller #thegreatshift #the great shift #body swap #race change #racial change #age regression #muscle growth #deep voice #gender change #female to male

[thegreatstoryteller]

Bachelorette Weekend!

Chapter 2: Honeymoon

“Wow this place is fancy!” Bill nodded in approval as he removed his sunglasses. He was impressed at the grandeur of the hotel they were visiting.

“Well you know a woman spares no expense for the honeymoon.” Kyla proudly says as she steps up to the concierge. “Hello. Checking in. The reservation is under Kyla for the honeymoon suite.”

The concierge smiles as she types in the information. “Well your suite is all ready! And I must say your husband is quite the catch, he’s so handsome.” Kyla looks and sees the concierge is pointing out Bill who is flashing his most charming smile yet. 

“Yeah. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” Kyla struts back over to Bill before sinking a big kiss on his lips. That’s when Dale turns the corner holding the bags for all three of them. The moment he saw Kyla making out with Bill so publicly in the front lobby he blushed and looked around embarrassed. They’d all traveled so far that he was sure no one would recognize them, but this display both embarrassed and turned Dale on so much. 

“Dale! Thanks for carrying the bags buddy. Like I said, you want arms like these you gotta work that upper body. You’re making some serious gains man.” Bill said, pretending to punch Dale playfully who was still catching his breath. Dale could only nod at this comment as he was too winded to reply. The two had gotten along well since the wedding and Bill even gave Dale some workout tips with his newfound knowledge of fitness. A fun side effect of the potion that had turned Billy into the studly Bill. 

“Oh! The elevator is here! Dale. You won’t be able to fit inside with all these bags. Why don’t Bill and I go ahead and we’ll get the door open for you.” Kyla suggests before she drags Bill into the elevator. Right as they leave Dale waits for the next one only to find out after a few minutes all the elevator signs read out of service. He looked to the red stairs and decided he’d climb the 10 stories up to get to the room.

Meanwhile Bill and Kyla were furiously making out in the elevator. That kiss in the lobby had got Bill going. He was an insatiable and lustful man after all. Exactly what Kyla wanted in a dream partner. And now here he was, practically tearing off her clothes before they even entered the suite. Once the doors opened Bill carried her through the halls and into the room, practically kicking the door open! He didn’t stop till they both collapsed on a heart shaped bed covered in rose petals. 

“Damn. Roses? So tacky. If i wasn’t about to fuck you right now I’d want a word with the interior decorator.” Bill growled in a low raspy voice. Being straight hadn’t deterred his interior design opinions! However, it certainly reprioritized them when a hot woman was in his bed. 

“I’ll be able to get your thoughts the next time we go on vacation.” Kyla teased biting her lip as she held back her sensual moans.

“Oh? So I’m invited to more than just the honeymoon?” Bill arched an eyebrow as he kissed her neck. His stubble sending chills down her spine! When Kyla had first pitched the idea, Bill was hesitant, but when Dale practically begged him to come, how could he say no. 

“Babe. As far as I’m concerned you are invited to everything.” Kyla said before the tumbled into another passionate session of lovemaking. Dale luckily walked in right as they reached climax and could hear their moans through the open hotel door. He loved his life!

Once the two lovebirds got up Bill proudly sauntered around the room nude, always one to show off his impressive physique. Kyla and Dale had no complaints. He popped the champagne that was near the bed’s side table and began to chug it gleefully. Though seeing Dale having made coffee he smiled, and grabbed the mug that Dale was holding.

While his manners weren’t affected by the change, this kind of body certainly lended itself to act more confidently and self assured in most situations.

“Thanks for bringing our stuff up Dale. And coffee too? You’re amazing. You can put my suitcase and Kyla’s in the master bedroom. It’s kind of a small bed so we thought it best if you sleep on the couch. Ok bud?” Bill said, patting the smaller man on the back practically knocking him into the couch. “After all you’d like that much better, wouldn’t you?” Once again Bill gave off his most confident smirk, making Dale cum right then and there. 

This marked the same pattern for the rest of the honeymoon. Kyla and Bill would have fun exploring the hotel and its amenities while Dale was left to watch and admire. On afternoon he’d enjoyed himself so much watchin Kyla and Bill make love that he completely passed out missing the fancy dinner for two Kyla had booked for them. Not that she minded. Bill was more than happy to fill in and ensure Kyla had a lovely night without her new husband. 

In fact after all the excitement from the honeymoon was over Kyla had a feeling when she felt an overwhelming connection with Bill. At first she’d assumed it was the magic from the potion… but no. One pregnancy test later and she knew it. She was carrying his child! Dale initially was surprised and speculated that it could be his. Kyla chuckled, she knew that her and Dale had not been that physically intimate for what felt like ages. She knew Dale was well aware of this fact as well. No. The only man in her life that could be responsible for this development was the handsome hunk who had woken up early to lift some weights.

“Morning Beautiful. Sleep well? Some honeymoon right? I’d be happy to make the magic last a little longer after I’m done working out.”

Kyla just smiled and sauntered over to Bill. She leaned in to give him a big kiss as he continued to lift those weights. She’d always wanted a man who took care of himself physically. A man who would be able to satisfy. One who would help with the wedding. Impress her friends. And now. She was carrying that man’s child.

Epilogue:

“Dad! Come on. You know I have my big game this weekend. You’re the worst! Sometimes I wish Uncle Bill was my dad.” William growled, slamming his door.

Dale didn’t know what to do. He’d been so busy with his job at the state department he knew he’d be missing another one of his son’s big football games. He liked to think he was a good dad, but he never saw eye to eye with his son. Literally, the young man sprouted up so fast that he even left him behind in the height department. Granted, the last 18 years had more than a bit busy for Dale. He used his government position to forge a new identity for Bill. Moved locations to accommodate Bill’s new career. Watched as Bill became a permanent part of his life with Kyla. In the rush of all these changes he ended up neglecting his son William.

“Rough day with the kid?” Bill said rounding the corner from the master bedroom. Dale had a feeling Bill was here when he’d heard his wife's screams of pleasure this morning. The living room couch had surprisingly good acoustics. And if that wasn't enough, that sexy man was still getting dressed in front of him.

Bill finished putting on his clothes and started sipping his favorite beer that he always kept in the fridge. Despite not living with them, the man always had his favorite food and drink ready in their home. Bill spent his new life modeling and showing off. His new job on Only Fans generated so much money he was able to afford a pretty nice place for himself, still nearby of course. In fact, he was so well off the donated most of his excess wealth to charities supporting LGBT Civil Rights and Community Centers.  Not only that, Bill always made time for William. Every school event, every game, and every parent teacher conference.  Actually with Dale’s absence, almost everyone in William’s personal life assumed the cool motorcycle driving man with William was his father. They certainly shared a family resemblance… same blond hair, confident smirk, and powerful build. 

“Yeah Bill. You mind helping out? I got this big work event and I feel bad leaving him upset.” Dale said putting on his suit jacket already heading for the door.

The two just nodded in understanding as Bill entered. “Hey buddy. Your old man got you down?” 

“Yeah. He’s the worst. I told him 2 weeks ago about my big game and he forgot. I wish you were my dad Uncle Bill.” The sullen teen complained, crossing his arms. “I… I wanted to tell him something… and I didn’t think he’d understand…”

“Well Will, you can tell me whatever you want. I’m not going anywhere.” Bill confidently put an arm around William who immediately felt calmer from this embrace.

“It’s just… I asked my friend Bryce to prom… I haven’t come out to mom or dad yet and… I know they’d still love me but it’s hard.”

“Ha! Chip off the old block.”  Bill laughed.

“Huh?” William said, not understanding.

“Nothing. But I get what you’re going through.” Bill explained.

“You do!? I mean that’s great… but no offense Uncle Bill. You’re like the straightest guy I know. Mom says you’re like with a new woman every night.”

“Yeah. Makes her so jealous, but that’s besides the point. I know what it’s like coming out with a big decision… In fact. Let me tell you about the night of your mom’s bachelorette party.” 

#muscle growth #voice change #sexuality change

[thegreatstoryteller]

Bachelorette Weekend!

Big thanks to my boyfriend @swappwas for helping me with this story! Hope you enjoy it as much as we did!

Chapter 1: Best Weekend!

“This is gonna be the best weekend ever!” The party cheered clinking their glasses together!  Tonight was the bachelorette party of Kyla Lessons! Soon to be Kyla Simon!  Her and her bachelorette party were ready to tear up the town in ways they couldn’t possibly imagine! The maid of honor Mary was calling for more shots in the VIP lounger they were partying in! The twins Lacey and Stacy were already dancing as the music blasted! And Billy, their gay best friend was already taking pictures.

“Ladies, you are stunning! Work it girls! Y’all are queens!” The young man smiled. The group of 5 had met in college. Their LGBTQIA club was welcoming to all! Mary and the twins were all bi, while Kyla was their supportive straight ally. Billy was gay to the core, loving men of every kind. This ecstatic behavior applied to his excitement over his college friend’s engagement. The two friends were very supportive of one another, and shared everything. So when Kyla told him that she was getting married, Billy knew he had to make some magic happen!

Turns out if you sleep with the right amount of people you could find the magical side to Las Vegas. And apparently throwing in a blow job gets you a pretty good discount, for a potion said to last one night.

Billy knew the best way to make sure Kyla has a good party was to ensure the most important part of the night was perfect. The Stripper! But not just any stripper. In Billy’s possession was a potion that would turn whoever consumed it into the very embodiment of desire and passion for Kyla. Her dream man would come alive tonight. And it was going to be Billy!

“Fulfill the dreams of another!”

“Seal the desires for one passionate night!”

“Ensure your designated true love’s form!”

All those labels and more were enough to interest the excitable young man. Knowing it would last one night was even better, though he didn’t really stick around for a lengthier explanation on how the potion worked a few hours ago. He could not hear the warnings about how such a transformation had limits… and dangers. But Billy didn’t care. Now, it was time for the fun to begin. 

The young twink sauntered over to Kyla. Between her high heels and her high spirits, she towered over Billy’s thin 5’1 frame. “How is the bride to be doing!? Was the round of shots too much? Because the fun is just starting!” 

“Billy this is amazing. You and Mary have made a great party! The musical we saw! The VR rollercoaster! Skydiving! There’s never a dull moment! How could the fun just be starting? I mean Dale hasn’t even arrived yet with more drinks,” Kyla laughed finishing her third martini.

“Because! The ladies all know that what comes next is a staple of every hen party! Dale is a great fiance, but he doesn’t need to see what happens next. This one’s just for the ladies!” Billy giggled.

“No! You didn’t!” Kyla gasped, clapping her hands together in rapid succession. 

“I’ll be right back. Enjoy the drinks and well. Try not to have too much fun without me.” Billy teased. He stepped aside out of sight from the club goers and his friends as he removed a heart shaped vial from out of his pocket. At first Billy had thought of using this on a normal stripper. But one they didn’t want to expose the secret of magic and two, there’s no guarantee he wouldn’t freak out from the change. No. A stranger couldn’t be trusted. But Billy. Billy could. He hadn’t take 2 years of pole dancing workout courses and drag shows for nothing. If anyone could put on a show it was the flamboyant Billy! While he wasn’t much to look at in stature, his moves were legendary in many of their social circles. And now Kyla was about to see a whole new side of her gay best friend!

With one sip, Billy consumed the whole potion! He could feel the small an out of liquid swirl inside him before spreading through every inch of his body. His throat was first. He could feel electricity expand his neck, thickening with power and a prominent Adam’s Apple. Then there is his chest. He his lean chest grew inch by inch with each breath. Prominent pecs masking way, as a spattering of chest hair framed these new muscles. Arms expanded out of his shirts, bulking up so quickly that his sleeves were torn off. Luckily Billy had the foresight to were some stretchable lower garments as his new thighs tested those elastic limits. Thick granite like columns held up his new large body as his feet burst out of his designer shoes with no regard for his former size 7s. 

“Fuck those were my favorite pair.” Bill boomed. His new vocabulary and deep tones a result of his new transformation. “Guess Kyla has a thing for tough guys. I can work with this.” Bill cracked his knuckles with a smirk. He had anticipated quite a growth but nothing like this. Afterall Kyla’s fiance was an average height man with a kind personality. The man Bill had become now stood bare ass before the club. He appeared to take ruggedly handsome to the extreme.

He immediately sauntered into the women’s private party area and all of them gasped. “Hey ladies. Heard it was someone’s special day coming up.” Bill smirked, flashing a smile at Kyla. He could see how much she was enjoying this from that one look. Her eyes were wide, her mouth nearly drooling, and he could see her lower her hands between her legs as if she was enamored before he could even get started. What happened next, was more than Billy had anticipated. As Bill he still had all of his own thoughts, memories, and skills. But there was a haze of a new personality over his normally bubbly exterior… and a confidence. A self assured nature that wasn’t there before, but felt so intoxicating. 

These feelings removed any doubt of his normal proper self and all the thrusting grinding and stripping he’d done for Kyla and her bridesmaids seemed to come naturally. Apparently so did drinking, dancing, and clubbing with the rest of the club. Billy had intended for this to be a quick strip tease, but he soon felt like he was getting drunk in his new form… and so was Kyla.

“You! Sexy stripper! With me!” Kyla commanded drunkenly. 

“Call me Bill, sexy.” he replied with confidence, holding Kyla against him with a powerful arm.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret…. But I need you to come to my room real quick.” Kyla laughed, leading him by the hand to the hotel elevator up to her room. She was getting handsy now. Her delicate fingers tracing her way down  the sculpted torso Billy had so recently gained. 

They toppled into her room before falling to the bed. Small laughter between them nearly leading to a passionate embrace.

“My husband to be. He loves it when I fool around. In fact… he likes to watch. You really wanna do your job tonight, I’m gonna need you to go all the way. How’s that sound big boy?” She teased, tearing off her top.

This was not the first time Billy had seen his friend’s boobs. But it was Bill’s, and whatever Kyla had said next was torn away in favor of putting all his attention on the big breasted body in front of him. He wasn’t sure when Dale walked in. Was it when he was mid motorboating Kyla? Or maybe when he was carrying her against the wall and pounding her senseless… Maybe it was when he was on the bed fucking her in every possible angle. All he could see was the average man with a bottle of champagne, stunned seeing his fiance with a much larger manlier man… and he was loving it. Bill did his best to avoid the gaze he could feel in the corner of the room. Suddenly a man jerking it to him didn’t feel as tantalizing. But fucking a hot ass woman tonight was!

Every moment of this passionate night both lingered in the air, but also flashed by in the blink of an eye. Before Bill knew it he was slowly blinking his eyes open to the early morning sun. He felt slow and heavy right now. Normally the lithe young man was a morning person, not even needing coffee to get his day started. However, the groginess from last night must be taking a toll. He slowly rubbed the sleep from his eyes and he grazed his fingers against his face… meeting thick prickly stubble.  He gasped looking down at the familiar, though apparently not temporary physical form of the man he’d now become. Solid muscle, long powerful arms, and an insatiable crotch… it was all still there. 

“Morning handsome. I got us some coffee after that fucking perfect night. You certainly were the best I’ve ever had.” Kyla sauntered in, wearing a skimpy robe. To Bill’s surprise, his extended new friend sprung to life greeting the hottest women he’d ever seen. Though now with the haze of last night gone Bill was suddenly surprised and concerned at his continual attraction. He took the cup of coffee and sipped it to at least gain some semblance of normalcy. 

He could’t help but slyly smirk at Kyla as he did so, while also taking in how small this mug was in his larger hands. Meanwhile Kyla sipped her own coffee, rubbing his hairy forearms. “I guessed that you liked your coffee exactly like mine. You’re like the perfect man.” 

As if on queue, her fiance moaned on the floor. Still collapsed from his night of pleasure as well, though not nearly waking up as gracefully as Bill. 

“Kyla, thanks for the coffee, but you don’t understand. I know I look different, but it’s me Billy! I took some magic potion and… well it turned me into your dream guy.” Bill explained, though as he did his eyes couldn’t stop drifting towards Kyla’s exposed cleaveage.

The surprise on Kyla’s face turned to that of a smile and understanding. “I thought a guy like you was too good to be true! If I’m being honest I had a feeling you were up to something Billy, though I never would’ve guessed this… especially after last night. Though is this potion something that lasts a long time? Do we have time for…” Kyla trace her hands against his pecs as they drifted down to his abdomen… and lower.

“That’s the thing…. Fuck that feels good.  I mean it was only supposed to last the night… I don’t know why it hasn’t stopped… but damn while it’s still working I wouldn’t mind.” Bill said now pressing his rough hands against Kyla once more. Her moans were enough to wake Dale who looked stupified on the floor. He wordlessly began stroking himself watching as the hunk from last night began to pleasure his wife! Completely decimating her orally and with his thick fingers! Out of the three Dale was clearly the one who came first and passed out again long before Kyla and Bill had finished. When he awoke the pair explained to the fiance what had happened. Dale was pretty ecstatic to know that the man pleasuring his soon to be wife was someone so close to her… and someone so hot. The three then discussed what would happen next and the transition into Bill’s new life went surprisingly smooth. 

No one that day could figure out why Bill hadn’t changed back. It was a mystery for the longest time. Long enough for Dale to ask Bill to join his wedding party as the best man! No one questioned why the bride and groom’s new friend was suddenly so close to them. No one was even surprised when Bill brought Dale to a strip club, where Bill hooked up with a pair of strippers by the end of the night. 

For Bill he was doing his best to balance his former duties with his new life.

He maintained all of his former abilities like cake decoration, flower arrangement, and fashion. All of the bridesmaids were pleasantly surprised to see the notable stripper from a few nights ago helping with some of the finer details Billy was in charge of. Billy never had to worry about manscaping, or even shaving his face, but with more facial and body hair, he began to work out a shaving routine too!

However, there were clearly new aspects to his personality. He was a lot hornier than usual and would only ever seem to like women. Though he did admit he loved flexing and teasing smaller men, especially Dale who had clinged to him like a new best friend. He even found himself giving Dale advice on intimacy in the bedroom, even though Dale was more interested in the next time Dale would be pounding Kyla! The two would at least have fun taking the occasional selfie, though this just highlighted how much cooler Bill was to Dale.

As for Kyla she was the happiest bride in the world. She was having her cake and eating it too! There was not a single night that her and Bill wouldn’t share a night of passion with Dale watching. The soon to be married couple were more satisfied than ever, and this trend continued all the way to the wedding day! They walked the aisle, said their vows, danced the night away, and on the evening of their special day, it wasn’t just Kyla and Dale’s special night… it was Bill’s too. He fucked her so much that day there was no doubt that this arrangement would stop anytime soon.

#muscle growth #height growth #sexuality change #voice change

[thegreatstoryteller]

What a fun body swap concept!

Story Request: Stuck For The Semester

Here’s a story about two very different guys who get stuck in each others bodies. Please enjoy!

Peter:

“Peter Thomas?”

“Here,” I shouted out to Professor David.

It’s my first day of the fall semester and I’m already dreading it.

Mainly because of this class I signed up for. If only I knew what it was— I would have opted in for another elective.

Too bad I already signed a waiver… the one I didn't read…

Listen, I know that sounds dumb but I didn't realize that when the class was referred to as a “social experiment” included me having to trade bodies with someone for a couple of weeks!!

I've heard about body-swap technology but it's only been available to a select few primarily rich people.

So you can imagine how my face looked when I read over the class syllabus stating, Week 1: Body Swap Experiment Begins.

Well it's too late to turn back now, I really don't have a choice.

Trust me, I tried! I went to my counselor begging to get out of this class but he told me once the waiver is signed— you have no choice but participate.

He said it's something about the school’s policy so they can properly run the experiment.

I don't know…

I just hope I end up swapping bodies with someone normal.

But I know one person I DO NOT want to swap bodies with… Elton Davis.

I can't stand the guy and I try to avoid him at all cost! And somehow I keep ending up in a class with him.

I promise I'm not some jerk but Elton is incapable of shutting up for two seconds and he treats everything like it's a joke.

For example, right now he's over in the corner talking some girl's ear off.

“I can't wait to swap with someone! This is like a crazy sci-fi movie come to life!! I wonder if it will be like freaking Friday or Face-Off… No! No! I got it! That Ryan Reynolds movie… uhhhh Self Less!! That one was so cool! Plus, I’d love to be Ryan Reynolds for a day haha.”

I rolled my eyes… even the sound of his voice annoys me.

On top of everything he’s a huge nerd! He’s the kind of guy who’s still into Star Wars, probably action figures, Dungeon and Dragons— that kind of lame stuff.

The rest of the class I tried to zone out his dad puns out. Which was difficult since he's right behind me.

Professor David was going on about how important our ‘body swap homework’ is (which just sounded like journaling to me).

I almost nodded off when our Professor says,

“So class tomorrow we will not only find out who you’re trading bodies with but we will actually swap everyone. So please, make a list of important things that your trade partner needs to know about you. That way they can navigate your life as you. And with that I will see you all tomorrow!”

Oh god… I just realized something…

I have to plan out someone else being in my body… they are actually going to pretend to be me!

I was hoping it would be like a ‘open thing’ that everyone knew I wasn’t myself.

That means…

I scanned the room for body potentials— that’s when my eyes locked on Garrett. He’s one of the guys in my frat.

Unless I swap with Garrett I won’t be able to go to our first party of the year!

Sh^t!!!

I’ve been looking forward to that party for months now! It’s one of our biggest events of the year.

God, I have to swap with him. I’m sure he’ll be down. I know that party is just as important to him.

“Oh class! One more thing, those who get here first get to pick out who they want to swap with… so get here early! After you swap with someone you're welcome to leave. So no full class tomorrow.”

THAT’S IT! I’ll get to class early and I’ll secure my swap with Garrett!

As everyone stood up, I walked over to Garrett. I felt like it was a little forward but honestly I’d rather have one of my bros in my body than anyone else here.

“Hey dude, what’s up?” I said to Garrett.

“Bro! I didn’t know you were taking this class. Shiz crazy right?”

“Dude! I know… I had no clue until it was too late to change my mind.”

“I feel you man, I honestly picked this class because every other class was full.”

Okay here goes nothing. Come on Garrett.

“Dude, I had a thought but you can say no. I don’t want to be weird about this.”

“Yoooo are you about to ask if we can be swap homies. Because I’m down.”

“Wait really, man?”

“Yeah dude, we hang out with the same peeps. Why not?”

“That’s what I was thinking bro!”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get here early to secure it.”

Garrett and I talked until we both got to our cars.

“See you tomorrow swap homie!”

“See yeah!”

I headed home trying to make sure everything around my apartment looked right.

I wasn’t sure if or what Garrett would think or care about but he appears to be a pretty chill guy.

We’re not close but we are frat brothers and share a lot of mutual friends.

And the best part— I get to go to the first party of the year!

I stripped down to go take a shower only to catch a glimpse of myself before heading to the bathroom.

I looked at my face in the mirror for a minute. It’s such a strange feeling knowing that I won’t have my body tomorrow.

I’ll literally be someone else. Hopefully Garrett.

I’m not bad looking and I'm well aware of that but I do have this one insecurity about myself…

My hairy armpits.

I don’t know why I just hate them. I can’t explain it. I try to hide them at all costs.

Maybe I should shave them? No that would be weird, right?

I took a shower and contemplated about it for a second. Maybe I’ll just wait till the morning to worry about them.

I get out of the shower and a text comes through.

“Dude, we’re all going out for beers at Lucy’s. Wanna come?” texted my frat bro Shawn.

Lucy’s is one of the college bars we all frequent.

Hmmm…

I should go to bed early but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have one last night out in my bod.

Meanwhile…

Elton:

The entire walk home all I could think about was swap class. I felt like I was the most excited today.

It’s just— Doesn’t it sound cool be someone else for a little bit?

I’ve never been the “popular” guy but I’ve always found a few people in the room to laugh at my jokes.

I've always tired to pictured myself as the jock or that one cool guy but I have terrible hand-eye coordination. And I haven't been to a college party yet.

I guess I’m just excited to try something new out.

Not only am I living out my science fiction fantasy but we have so many hot guys in our class!!

Like the ratio really gives me strong odds.

And secret I’ve dreamt of being with one of them.

But this— this is next level. I could potentially become one of those guys!

Some guy who’s good-looking, popular, someone other gay guys would drool over!

As I walked into my house, a thought hit me. This will be my last night here for a couple weeks. In this apartment and in my body.

Tomorrow I’ll be someone else…

I wondered who it will be… I thought about the different guys, you have Kyle who's blond, has a cute face, I think he does track so you know his body is nice.

I would also be cool with Frankie, good looking ginger with a really nice butt.

Garrett would be a good option too. He’s your typical straight guy and I heard a girl in my class talk about how big he is…

Wait, I know exactly who I want to be— Peter freaking Thomas!

He’s so dreamy!! He’s got this atmosphere of cool about him. He always walks in with sunglasses and a couple of buttons loose on his shirt.

We’ve shared so many classes together. Every time I’ll catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like to run my fingers through his thick hair or what he might look like naked.

Oh please if someone’s listening, please let me get Peters' body!

I laid back in bed and started to get hard just thinking about the thought of being Peter.

The Peter Thomas. Mr. Cool guy!

Could you imagine?

His sexy curly brown hair, his bad@ss nose piercing, god and his feet!

He one time wore a pair of rainbows to class and I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Him toying his toes in between the sandals.

I want to touch them, smell them…

I was getting so hard from the thought that I started dry humping the bed.

I wonder if I’m in Peter and if he’s in me— that means he’ll have to interact with my body as well.

Wow even that thought sounds hot to me. Peter having to use my d%ck to take a p^ss.

Maybe he will lie right in this same bed toying with my d^ck.

Meanwhile I’m at his place alone with his bod, getting to do whatever I want with his bod.

I pull out my d%ck fantasizing about the possibility that maybe… just maybe I’ll get to be Peter Thomas.

The Next Morning….

Peter:

*Beep Beep Beep*

“Ah Shitttttt!!! What time is it?”

I looked over at my alarm.

9:00am

“Oh god!”

Its only 30 minutes until my class starts!

I hop out of bed as fast as I can, rushing to get dressed quickly.

I ran out the door not even showering…

On my ride to campus, it hit me— my freaking armpits!

Ugh, I really wanted to take care of those before swapping.

Theirs no time, I have to get there and secure my swap with Garrett.

I park my car and rush up the stairs. I turn the hallway and outside of the room is one person.

Elton.

“Sh^t,” I say under my breath.

“Hey Peter!”

Ughhh… Nooooo! No way! Where is Garrett?

“Hey uhh Elton. Where is the rest of the class at?”

“Everyone left is inside, I guess most of the class got here super early expect for us haha.”

I felt my blood boil, why the hell wouldn't Garrett wait for me?

All of the sudden, I see Garrett and a girl named Farrah walk out.

“Dude! I'm so glad you're still here, have you swapped yet?”

,“Hey bro, I'm right here,” says Farrah waving at me.

My eyes widened… Garrett swapped bodies with a hot girl??!

“Sorry man, you weren't here so I had to find someone else. But dude!! Look at me, I’m a chick!”

Garrett seemed very pleased with his new body up until—

“Oh don't get too excited Garrett, my monthly surprise is coming next week,” says Farrah grinning in Garrett’s body.

“Oh god no! I have to deal with that?!? Like blood and stuff?” says Garrett.

“Calm down its not that bad, I’ll help you doofus,” says Farrah smiling at her former self.

“Well we gotta bounce bro, it sounds like I got ALOT to learn.”

I watched in disbelief as both Garrett and Farrah walked away laughing at each other.

I turn back around and Elliott is grinning at me.

God, I'd give anything to be in Garrett’s shoes right now. At least he can still go to the party.

Before I could say anything another student named Collin steps out.

“Are you two my last ones?”

A little puzzled by Collin’s demeanor, he apologizes to us.

“Oh sorry! It's me, Professor David, I had to participate because we had an odd number of students. Luckily, Collin here volunteered to switch with me.”

Professor David takes us to a door that one would think led us to a closet.

Instead, it opens to a big room with a bunch of computers inside— I look over and see two pods… just waiting on Elton and I.

Well it's too late to turn back now— F^CK! I really don't want to be Elton, even if it's just a short period of time!

We both get into position, Professor David says, “Okay boys on my count….3…2…1…”

A bright light flashes and soon everything went black.

Elton:

Boy, that was intense! And not like camping haha!!

I woke up feeling sooo different, I could instantly I was no longer myself.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked down at my hands… long, tan, fingers with perfectly cut nails… they're Peter’s hands.

And I now posses them!

I had so much energy and couldn't wait to start being Peter.

But that changed quickly when Peter snapped at me.

“You better not do anything weird with my body Davis!”

“What do you mean?” I said to him a little confused.

It's odd and yet somewhat funny seeing myself look so stern and angry. I'm never that serious.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, no rambling to my friends about your nerdy stuff and you better not be doing any gay sh%t with my body or so help me—”

“Boys! Maybe you two should take a breath, you just went through a swapping process and a lot of emotions may come up. Maybe you two could table this conversation for tonight or tomorrow morning?” said Professor David.

I grinned at Peter.

“Yeah Elton, maybe we should table this for later,” I said in a somewhat mocking voice.

Peter was gritting my teeth, he looked like he could punch something.

I can't believe he's acting like this! I thought Peter was cool with me, maybe he doesn't like gay people? I don't know…

I quickly grabbed Peter’s stuff hoping I could avoid the rest of this conversation in the hallway.

Luckily, Professor David asked Peter to stay back to chat for a bit.

I book it down the hallway, skipping right to the bathroom.

I wanted to see myself so badly that I couldn't wait to get to Peter’s place.

When I got to the mirror, I glanced at Peter’s reflection. He's so handsome!

Seeing him staring back at me, copying my every move.

I can't believe it, I actually swapped bodies with Peter Thomas. I'm officially him!

Curious and impatient, I lifted Peter’s shirt up.

His abs! Just look at these!!

I run Peter’s hand down his chest.

Grabbing Peter’s phone out of his pocket, I really want to document this moment. The moment I got this body.

I lifted up his arm only to reveal the sexiest hairy armpit I've ever seen.

I felt blood rush to Peter’s crotch. I got to get out of here!

“I'll see you soon handsome!” I said to the mirror before winking and blowing my new face a kiss.

Now I get to have some time to get acquainted with Peter’s sexy body. 😝

#body swap

[thegreatstoryteller]

Hell yeah! Thanks for the body man. Gonna enjoy wearing Nick and using these muscles for some fun! Happy 10 years!

Happy 10 years man! With all the football stories we’ve made and all the fantasy football we play I’m gonna have to guess Nick Bosa! How could I not guess the hottest Bosa king out there?

Such a great choice! You're of course spot on, Nick Bosa's held a spot in my top ten guys for years now and he's also been the subject of some of my personal favourite stories! I hope all my patrons are familiar with "Sensitivity Training" as its one of my favourite stories I've ever written! Now, let's put the focus back on your correct guess. You weren't the only one to guess that Nick would be on my list but you were the fastest to get his name in, so you're the lucky winner - congratulations!

Do me a favor and go check your doorstep, will you? You should be finding a parcel waiting there for you, it’s from yours truly. Inside you’ll find a football jersey, mostly red in color with a few white elements including the number featured on both sides - #97 - and the name on the back: Bosa. As you might have already guessed, this isn’t just any old Nick Bosa jersey either, so why don’t you get that pulled on? It might be a little big at first but don’t worry, you won’t have that issue for long…

While I imagine you’re eager to see the changes to your body (and who wouldn’t be?) you’ll have to exercise a little patience, as it's actually your mind which is going to be the first to be molded into its new shape. I know from experience that the rush of new memories and personality traits can be fairly overwhelming, especially with somebody as dominant and alpha as Nick, so I recommend you take a deep breath and really try to hold onto some awareness of your true self - unless you want to lose yourself in your new identity, of course! In just a few minutes your head will be full of memories dominating the field back at Ohio State, being the life of the party with your friend Sam Hubbard and your older brother Joey, and who could forget winning both Defensive Rookie of the Year in your first NFL year and then Defensive Player of the Year in the most recent season? That’s quite the life you’ve managed to live and you’re still in the prime of your twenties!

Now of course you need a body that will properly match that impressive resume and the swagger that you’re unconsciously starting to carry yourself with. Mercifully it won’t take long, as you should already be feeling your body starting to pack itself with muscle and making that jersey a much better fit! Your shoulders broaden out while trap muscles rise from your delts to your much thicker neck, complete with a more prominent Adam's apple that produces a deep and bassy voice. Your chest meanwhile will not only feature a pair of muscular slabs that make up your pecs but also six perfect abdominals, so picturesque that they look like they were carved out of marble. 

Further down your body we’ve got those delightful quads, as thick and strong as tree trunks, and consider me unsurprised to find that the growth of your legs caused you to bust out of your pants! The same can be said for your shoes, even that tough leather couldn’t contain the rapidly expanding feet. You’ve gotta be at least three shoe sizes larger now! Don’t worry, I’ll be sending Nick’s football cleats over in a separate delivery. Finding pants will be another fun challenge for you - not too many places make items that fit around such massive thighs and such delightful cake while still being flattering, but if anybody can afford a personalized wardrobe, it’s one of the highest paid defensive players in the whole NFL!

All that’s left to change is that face of yours and don’t get me wrong, while you’re handsome already, adopting Nick’s visage will be taking you to a whole new level! The square jawline, the carefully trimmed stubble, the plump lips and the heavy brow… if you weren’t such a talented football player, I’d recommend you either go into modeling or adult films so that those gorgeous looks don’t go to waste! I’m sure you’ll make good use of them; there will be guys tripping over themselves to get a piece of you while you’re occupying Nick’s body. Chicks too, if you feel like giving that a go. Rest assured that I’ve trained Nick’s body during my own stays to respond well to both men and women in the bedroom, so you shouldn’t face any issues while occupying his flesh for the next six or so months.

Oh, one last thing! I should probably mention one more thing about the jersey that kicked off your transformation. You’re of course free to remove it at any time without fear of changing back to your former self - it would be a great shame to have that body and not be able to show it off with some tight clothing or none at all. You still might want to keep it close by though, so that Nick can see how much fun you’re having in his body. Yeah, that’s right, I transformed the real Nick Bosa into his own football jersey, so if you work up a sweat while wearing him, he’ll be forced to absorb it all up! Do with that information what you will. I’ll be watching closely…

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#muscle growth

[thegreatstoryteller]

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Choose between a collection of countless locations and individuals of your choosing. Want to cruise in the Caribbean as a local? Want to sample authentic Parisian cuisine as a refined food connoisseur? How about ride the Texan planes as a real cowboy!? All of that is possible and more with Body Swap N’B! Don’t believe us? Just listen to our satisfied customers

Reviews:

DisneyDad85: 2 out of 5 stars. 

My family and I were planning a trip to Disney and I wanted to find somewhere close to the park. The location was just as promised, a 3 bedroom with a great view. The bodies were not what I expected. I assumed when the listing described a “great way to enjoy the best parts of youth” that we’d be given some family friendly bodies. Not some local young men who were rooming together. I guess “young” is relative as my eldest boy found himself in the most mature body.  Being slightly overweight was new for him as he was always so nerdy and skinny. And as always, on his phone talking to his friends bragging about his new body. 

He loves being the oldest and eating whatever he wants without worry of food allergy. I told him that he wouldn’t like it if he had to worry about all that weight he’s putting on his new body later, but he doesn’t listen. 

Then there was my youngest! He loved the vintage aesthetic to the rooms we were given and he couldn’t stop playing with the phones there. 

He was certainly happy that he was tall enough to ride all the rides at the park, but I did not like how he was now able to consume all the alcohol at the various bars around the area. But being 6′7 and confident, it’s no like anyone would think to card him. Meanwhile I was now the only one of our party not old enough to drink only being 20 years old! Gosh… maybe I shouldn’t have snuck into that bar on the final day of the trip. I can’t believe I drunkenly renewed our vacation for next year! Still trying to contact customer support to discuss cancellation!

Overall good vacation, but just make sure you inquire about the bodies before making a big trip. I still feel just like the reckless 20 year old I was a few days ago. Almost like I’m still on vacation… maybe another trip will do us some good in the near future. 

AlwysABridesMaid: 3.5 out of 5 stars

So I like to imagine myself being very open minded when it comes to these swaps and vacations! I’ve tried out loads of these vacations with my girlfriends  and I when we did sorority parties in college! However, I’ve got to say this is the first time me AND my entire party ended up as ALL guys. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue as we love exploring new experiences and locations, but I don’t think my best friend the bride envisioned being surrounded by a bunch of hairy men during her wedding ceremony. That’s right every single one of her bridesmaids were now half a foot taller and a lot more manly than she expected. I’m mostly mad that I couldn’t fit into our tailor made dress. That being said, the wedding still went off without a hitch! We had so much fun doing spa days, bachelorette parties, and the actual day of wedding in our new bodies despite the small hiccup. 

Would I do this again? Definitely given a heads up about the party. But now that I’m intimately aware of some new male physiology I’d definitely like to try it again. The best man certainly wants to do some more exploration with me after last night. Anyway, has anyone ever heard of the so called “side effects” people keep referring to? The bridesmaids and I all found ourselves inside these book smart engineers and now I feel like my IQ is through the roof. All the girls and I can do at the nail salon is just gab about research papers, new theorems, and the latest technological marvels making the news!

WifeGuy88: 1 out of 5 stars

I swear I’m a feminist. Gotta get that out there before I say that I’m not sure my wife and I should do another of these trips. I heard that there used to be lots of safety procedures when it came to these swaps, but I recently heard that unlike Swap Hotels, they do not have to cover any kinds of safety or ethical costs associated with normal swapping. 

I’m getting ahead of myself. The reason I’m not jazzed about Body Swap N’ B is because… I was a bit jealous my wife was bigger than me…. I know we booked a room for a loving couple…. But I didn’t expect both pairs of that couple to be male. Being a former college athlete and finding myself in a 5 foot nothing twink was a big enough shock.

 But when my wife came stomping in from the other room as a big mass of hair and muscle… well let’s just say that weekend went very differently than I imagined… It all feels like such a blur…. And my ass is still sore…

But no! I’m leaving this as a warning. There are reviews saying your mind thinks differently after the swaps and that some people are claiming they are stuck in those bodies longer than they like! Also my girlfiend signed us up for another trip and due to their zero cancellation policy I know we’re gonna be there sooner than later if things go their way! Not that I mind…. I rather liked being thrown around by a larger man for a change… I’m sure it’s gonna be a lot of fun… but that doesn’t take away from the fact that this company can’t keep getting away with this. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my wife some new male outfits that she wants to try for our next vacation. 

BenTheOrganizer: 5 out of 5 stars

Great for family reunions! 

Normally I was the one that plans all these big family events. Criticism here and there about this location being too hot, too cold, or too far. But hey! Finally got a family gathering we can get behind! Who would’ve thought that it was when my entire family were in the body of one of the biggest college fraternities in the state! Turns out aunt Marjorie doesn’t have time to comment on my lack of partner when she’s doing a keg stand while uncle Larry cheers her on. Turns out cousin Jeremiah can’t brag about making partner as his law firm when he can finally cut loose dancing to some music! Racist grandpa Marvin won’t be making any problematic remarks about minorities when he’s enjoying his big black body so much. And the younger second cousins aren’t nearly as annoying when you can share some beers with them while we all test out our new muscles in the frat’s personal gym. 

My parents were surprisingly the most into the idea. My mom and dad are some of the most heteronormative couples I know but it wasn’t 5 minutes before someone found them making out the frat house locker room. They kept saying it wasn’t gay if it was two bros, but I don’t think any amount of “No Homo” could save face there. Especially when they were caught a few hours later doing the same thing.

As for me… well maybe I put myself into the hottest guy there, the frat president, on purpose when I filled in the special requests portion.  But hey. I think I  deserve it for a job well done. In fact as I’m writing this review I’m still in his body! After all thanks to the “Extend your Stay” option, we were able to  extend our swap vacation for another 2 weeks.  Maybe if this continues going so well I can talk to the company about having us keep these bodies.  I don’t think my entire family can go back to their old lives when they are loving being loud, raucous, muscle heads every day of the week. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got another frat party to plan. Thanks Body Swap N’ B!

Body Swap And Breakfast is not liable for any lasting physical, mental or reality changes. Any long lasting development of new abilities or attributes that is shared with a previous swapped body please contact your doctor. Body Swap And Breakfast is not affiliated with Swap Hotel and its affiliates.

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[thegreatstoryteller]

Another great set of stories! Well done! These reality changes are top tier!

Brat-B-Gone: Gentlemen's Edition Vignettes

A/N: Hey everyone, I didn’t have one good long story so I wrote three short ones.

WE NEED YOU!

Dalton stared at the ad on the opposite wall of the train station. He swung his legs back and forth dangling in the air. He wasn’t interested. He didn’t care. What was Brat-B-Gone anyway?  There were people handing out samples of the stuff at the station entrance. And yet even if he looked away he found his head slowly turning towards it

The promoter outside all but shoved the stuff into his father’s hands. And even though now the two were sitting peacefully now, preparing to go on a trip. Dalton found his mind still thinking about the small jar of stuff sitting in his dad’s bag.

“Dad, what’s Brat-B-Gone?” Dalton asked.

Mr. Perkins jerked his head up, close to dozing off. He caught the ad his son was pretending not to stare at. A small smile crossed his lips. “Brat-B-Gone is a joke gift like snakes in a can, or a whoopie cushion. You buy it for fun.” 

“Fun for what? What does it do?”

“Well, I think parents can use it to mess with their kids, to make you behave when you’re acting up. Like water in a spray bottle when a pet acts up.” Mr. Perkins pulled the sample out of his book bag.  “Though this looks more like cologne than the usual stuff. Guess that’s why it’s a Gentlemen’s edition. Must be an entirely new collection.”

“Can I try some?” Dalton asked. 

“Buddy, we’re going to be hiking in the woods for a few days.  Now I know I said it’s water but suppose there’s something sweet laced in there. You don’t want the animals to smell you, right?”  Mr. Perkins asked.

Dalton pouted but nodded his head. Mr Perkins smiled and rubbed his son’s head causing Dalton to giggle in response. The father tucked the small bottle away in the front of his backpack. He clasped his hands together, “Now I have to run to the bathroom, how about you?” Dalton shook his head as his father stood up and disappeared. 

He sat quietly on the train station bench, His eyes looking around: The departure times, security, people weaving in and out between walking crowds. Eventually Dalton’s eyes landed where they truly wanted to go. The Brat-B-Gone ad. Such a weird funny name. How could Dalton not be curious about it?

Dalton had to rub his eyes. The ad had changed. There was now a hand pointing at him. Well maybe not him specifically, but it sure felt like it.   Then there were the words at the bottom now reading “WE NEED YOU!” Dalton looked away. Though there was no way to prove it, he felt the ad was talking to him. A sensation deep in his gut that wouldn’t go away. Was it fear, excitement? But the ad couldn’t be for him even if it was a joke gift he wasn’t a ‘brat’ His father had never once called him anything like that. No adult had. So there was no way the product was for him. Still, Dalton couldn’t stop his eyes from peeking over. 

There was a big sigh from Dalton. He had been good  for 5 mins before reaching into father’s backpack and pulling out the small vial. Dalton wasn’t sure how to even use the complicated thing he turned it upside down, around. There was a *Spritz* sound, Dalton closed his eyes as wet particles clung to his face. By the time Dalton opened his eyes he noticed the one spray used up the entire sample. He was going to be in so much trouble. He tucked the vial back into his dad’s bag making sure to shove it to the very bottom of the front pocket.

Once that was done Dalton was left sitting feeling stupid. The boy didn’t know what he expected but he sure didn’t get it. His father was right, it was nothing more than water, maybe a hint of some kind of man cologne. He looked at the ad again and chuckled. “Brat-B-Gone who would believe that?!” then he thought to himself. What kid would be scared by just water in a bottle?

He had really fallen for the trick, prank, whatever Brat-B-Gone was? So interested in nothing. He swung his legs on the bench as his eyes went back to the stupid ad. Dalton froze.

The ad’s background had changed color, the words were missing, and over in the corner, was that … him? That was his blond hairstyle and the same shirt he was wearing. The boy looked around the train station. Was no one else seeing this? The ad was calling out or maybe even taunting him. He didn’t like it. Dalton considered going to find his dad, but then he felt it. A tug on his legs. Not a hand pulling on them from the ankle, rather a push outward from within. His thighs quaked and his calves spasmed as the bones in his legs began to lengthen until his feet were firmly on the ground.

“What the?” He didn’t get much time to consider it as there was a shift in his back. His spine began to grow. Dalton had no choice but to arch it trying to get comfortable–no use–His spine and legs were determined to stretch all the way there. Dalton’s feet connected with the ground as his head seemed to slowly inch towards the sky.

“Um, excuse me,” Dalton tried to get the attention of a woman walking by. She never looked up once. All he wanted was to get someone else to look at the poster, to know he wasn’t crazy. Though whatever voice left his mouth didn’t belong to him. It was deeper than normal. He sounded like one of his cousins; a disgruntled teenager. And a word like disgruntled how did he even know the meaning of that word? Was his mind changing too?

Dalton’s eyes expanded upon seeing the ad again. Gone was the question mark. All that was left was the silhouette of a man in the center with a hand still aimed at Dalton. There was no longer a question, undoubtedly it was a statement for him. Then there was his  picture off to the side with the same words he had spoken a few moments ago. The ad was taunting him.

Bending over Dalton grabbed at his stomach, his muscles were tensing and relaxing. His spine hadn’t given up on its growth pushing the boy’s shirt further from the hem of his shorts. Abs began to appear on Dalton’s elongated torso. It was slow at first but as they rose they carved out deep indents growing larger with each passing second. 

Clenching his teeth, Dalton felt the veins in his neck rise to the surface pumping in tandem with his heart beat. His neck thickened with every pump. The rushing blood traveled through his arms, causing them to bloat as his shoulder stretched out bigger than a linebacker. His biceps and triceps inflated as muscle size came into existence from nowhere. Dalton’s chest responded as his pectorals grew out. His breathing became too tight. His chest needed more room, but the shirt he was wearing was constricting him; It was too goddamn small! A tear appeared in the cotton shirt, then another as Dalton’s chest insisted upon its own existence and prominence.

“GGGNNNAAAAHHH,” Dalton roared as two pecs tore his shirt asunder leaving his chest full on display along with his ab. Sweat, gathered from the heat of growing, trickled down his pecs onto his glazing 6 pack. The two halves of his shirts hung, ruined, now mimicking a button-less vest and just as useless on Dalton’s frame.  

Dalton peeked an eye open. How come no one was saying anything? They weren’t even looking *and Dalton was so used to people looking at him*. Dalton shook his head; he had no idea where that thought had come from. *He was a model, people stared at him all the time, and Honestly? It felt good! How could it not? People were always staring, they had never seen someone so huge.*

What were these thoughts in his head? Dalton could tell it was his voice, rather his New voice and it was evoking emotions and feelings he didn’t have before.

His thighs quaked, and his calves flexed involuntarily. They doubled, tripled, and then Quadrupled with muscle mass his own father didn’t even have. Dalton couldn’t fight the wave of ecstasy. His eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face all throughout the process. By the time he opened his eyes he’d realized somewhere throughout the growth his feet tore his shoes and socks apart. Now there were just big heavy man feet in their place. He rotated his ankles and wiggled his toes. They were certainly connected and definitely his. He stood up on them and almost tumbled back from the Dizzying spell he got. He was high up in the air, the true effect of all that growing. “Like a skyscraper,” He laughed as he spoke to himself. The world really was different up here; The top of everyone’s heads was in plain view for him.

When he started to get his bearings, he took notice of his shorts, Once properly adorned on his body, now it was scrunched up at his upper thighs. Dalton tried to pull them back down but his thighs would simply not have it. They were too muscular, too massive, too… manly. The word rang in Dalton’s head. It sounded good. It sounded right.

While Dalton got enraptured by a singular word, his ass began a new expansion. The back of the shorts began to disappear between his two cheeks, as the musculature devoured the material. Two white globes spilled into the world as Dalton was starting to get the hint of a wedgie. Meanwhile the front of Dalton’s shorts was handling its own changes. A lump was growing in Dalton’s crotch. The button holding the shorts had long since popped off and the zipper had come all the way down. The lump spilled out over the zippers opening. His nuts were expanding, brimming with newly created sperm flooding his own system with extreme levels of testosterone. Then there was his dick. 

The lump, hanging freely, grew less uniform as Dalton’s cock lengthened. It stretched tight against the now uber-small underwear, distorting the cartoonish designs along the way.  The waistband of Dalton’s underwear was now stretched absurdly far from his body. From that gap, pubic hair exploded out, a bush then a forest. Blond hairs piling on top of each other. Then a brown hair appeared, then another and another. Dalton’s eyes went wide when he saw all of his pubic hair begin to darken taking on the same brown hue.  

There was a smell in the air. A good clean smell. *“Almost…sophisticated?”* Dalton thought. Not that sophistication had a smell but Dalton could just tell. A level of class was deeply intertwined within the aroma. And just like that Dalton found his eyes going back to the ad.

The ad was blank? The masculine figure at the center was missing. Though there did seem to be an annoying kid in the corner. Who was that supposed to be? At the same time, unnoticed,  Dalton’s cock broke free of the underwear, throbbing madly in the open. 

“Wait,” Dalton said out loud as he spun on his heels, cock swaying with him. Where the hell was he? A train station. How did he get here? He had a thousand questions and no answers. The last thing he remembered was being at a Brat B-Gone Photo Shoot. Then boom he was here. Dalton finally looked down at himself. “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” The only thing he had on… well he really couldn’t tell what was on his legs, looked more akin to scraps than wearable clothes. His cock flexed and precum dripped from the tip onto the cold floor. The man was oozing testosterone 24/7. No one cared.

The smell returned.  There was a faint scent from what had dripped out of him but there was a stronger source of it. Dalton lifted up his left armpit revealing a bushel of brown hair. He leaned in and took a whiff. A powerful clean smell took over his nose. It was him, the smell was emanating from his body. As he checked his other armpit the ad on the wall began to change, a blue slit appeared in the center and opened into a Diamond.  Dalton didn’t notice though he was too busy serving his upper body to notice when a matching blue hue took the remains of his former underwear and wrapped it around him. It started by cradling his immense package protectively then moving on and securing his ass. The seams perfectly sew themselves together. Now he was a man who had much more mystery about what lay underneath though the sheer size left little to the imagination. 

Once Dalton’s underwear were remade for his bigger body, the color spread to his shorts. Gradually the blue lost its saturation turning into a cool gray tone. The shorts began to pull out of his ass with more length. It spilled over his thighs , knees and shins till it was at his ankle.  The halves of his former shirt dyed one color, red all at once, then began to move back together. It spread across his broader chest and back sealing up, only this time as a new shape material completely. Gone was the cheap polyester, replaced by a silk dress shirt. 

A prickly sensation overtook Dalton’s jaw. He ran a finger over it, stubble had appeared and was growing rapidly. Even his upper lips were joining it with a mustache. In a matter of moments Salton and a full brown beard that went and spread into his head hair over taking it. Not that Dalton could see. A tightness on Dalton’s chest appeared as the shirt tried to seal his pecs away. Dalton grunted and in refuse pushed back, in turn his pecs grew again making the top three buttons of the new short fly off. His chest out on display permanently was much better. 

Dalton looked down at the ground. He was in dress socks one minute, then wearing  brown dress shoes along with them the next. A strange sensation overtook Dalton that something was off, but it quickly died away as a golden bracelet and arm band weaved themselves onto his right and left wrists respectively.  Dalton looked up and caught his reflection. He smiled, he looked good though his reflection didn’t smile back. that unnerved him before he realized he was looking at his most recent ad he did For BRAT-B-GONE. Weird to see it when he was heading out on a camping trip with his friend. Dalton sat down on the waiting bench.

“Hey,  You’re never going to believe this but the bathroom stall door locked on me. Couldn’t get out at all” Luke Perkins said, approaching Dalton. He bent over going into his bag, when he noticed the front pocket was unzipped. “Hey did you go into my bag?”

“Why would I do that, Luke?”

Luke dug into the pocket only to retrieve a small empty vial.  “Oh crap I think that BRAT-B-GONE spilled in my bag.” He searched for a wet spot without finding it.

“You know I did an ad for them, right?” 

“No duh!” Luke joked Pointing towards an ad on the wall. I saw it the minute we walked in here. “Can’t believe they made you the face of a whole new product.” Luke studied the ad a bit longer. “Who’s the kid model they got?”

“Not sure,” Dalton answered. “Thanks to the wonders of photo-editing we don’t actually have to be in the same room for our shoots.” 

“Okay smart ass.” Luke rolled his eyes.

Dalton looked over at the ad tilting his head. “He does kind of look like you though. You got a secret kid somewhere?”

“What?! No way.” Luke brushed off Dalton’s statement, “Besides I hear that cologne’s got a powerful smell to it. Should probably come with an R rating. ”

“Pffttt, don’t believe what you read on the internet. I was there in the studio with the product. It kinda reminds me of myself except not as good. Which I guess makes sense because if it was on me it’d be rated XXX.”

The Last Boys’ Night Out

Jerome collapsed on the double bed, right next to the hotel window. Seven floors up he got a pretty sweet overview of the city and nighttime it only made the city seem more alive. All the lights on down below, Jerome couldn’t wait to explore it. He closed his eyes for a moment. 

The bathroom door opened as his friend Manuel stepped out of the bathroom, one towel around his waist, another resting on his shoulder as he dried his hair.

“You took a shower, that quick ?” Jerome tried not to stare. This weekend was about girls not Manuel. “

“Jerome, you fell asleep for an hour man.” Manuel snickered. “After that plane ride I needed a shower. But don’t worry, I won’t tell any of the girls tonight about your bedtime.”

“Dick,” Jerome smiled as he launched his pillow at his best friend. It connected perfectly with a loud *Plop*.

Manuel pulled the pillow down,”Okay, no need to be so *childish.*”

Jerome rolled his eyes as Manuel tossed the pillow back, “Again with that? You’re only a day older than me. If anything, you act more childish than me.”

“Hey, not my fault I came out 24 hours before you; the world couldn’t wait to meet me.”Manuel sat on his bed across from Jerome.”As for the childish bit, maybe that was true before, but not tonight. Tonight I become a man.”

“Just because you’re turning 21 doesn’t make you any more of a man than you were before.”  Jerome stated. Manuel was on his dramatics again. 24 hours before? He knew they were barely 6 hours apart. But even with all that embellishing, there was something Jerome liked about listening to Manuel weave a story propped on his “alternative” facts.

Manuel sighed, “No dude I’m talking about sex. After tonight neither of us will be virgins.”

Jerome stifled a laugh. He wanted to sleep with a girl, he truly did, just as badly as he wanted to sleep with Manuel, but he was sure neither were going to happen for him or Manuel tonight. However Manuel pouted,  misinterpreting the chuckle thinking it was solely directed at him. 

“I’m serious just look…” Manuel went over to his suitcase as Jerome respectfully didn’t look at his rear. Manuel walked back carrying a small jar and a small glass bottle. In Golden letters across the branding Jerome read  BRAT-B-GONE: Gentleman’s Edition. It was hair gel and cologne, respectively.

Jerome sat up, “Where the hell did you get that?” 

“I swiped it off my Uncle,” Before Jerome could comment Manuel held up his hand. “Don’t worry he has lots of stuff.  Companies are always sending him things to endorse.”

“But isn’t Brat-B-Gone a spray?” Jerome asked.

“That’s the thing apparently, they’re branching out into this new line specifically for men of a certain style and class.” 

“I don’t know, wasn’t there like a big news story that Brat-B-Gone shouldn’t be used willy nilly especially on young people, meaning US?” Jerome emphasis

Manuel twisted his face thinking, “I don’t know, maybe I didn’t really care at the time.”

Jerome couldn’t chastise Manuel for that because he also didn’t care enough to figure out why people were told to be careful with Brat-B-Gone.It was a headliner in the news, but they were college kids with other things on their mind.

“Anyway I doubt any of it meant anything.” Manuel waved his hand dismissively. Jerome shot him an ‘are you sure?’ look. “Jer if any young person was affected or had some kind of allergic reaction to this don’t you think THAT would have been the headline? Have you ever heard of anyone actually using it?.

Jerome had to think about that. It was odd. Some people bought Brat-B-Gone, but he never heard stories of people using it. One of his neighbors, a real jokester on the block,  bought it as an April fools prank. But why? Wasn’t like him and his wife had any kids. Maybe having the can itself was the joke. Though in his head Jerome could almost picture his neighbor laughing describing how he was going to use it before revealing a trip to Disney World.  A trip for who?

“You there?” Manuel snapped his fingers.

Jerome nodded. 

“Anyway, I only know older people that have this stuff. I think we should use it too, Could help us out.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Jerome had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

Mauel shrugged, “Suit yourself, but I actually plan on getting laid tonight.” With that Manuel disappeared once again into the bathroom, exiting a moment later with a smile on his face. “Try to guess which one I used.” Manuel asked. 

Jerome thought it  was obvious with how normal curly Manuel’s black hair was matted down, but there was also a fragrant smell wafting from Manuel. “I can’t decide if you just wet your hair to throw me off, or if you used both products.” 

“I’ll never tell,” Manuel said with a wink. “Now get your ass in the shower so we can go out.”

At 10:30 pm both boys were dressed and ready to spend the night in the town. As the two boarded the elevator they tucked their keys deep in their pockets. They knew the agreement. Neither of them were to return back to the hotel until they had gotten laid. Manuel had even insisted that they share rooms so that neither would sneak back.  On their descent down, Jeromen couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Manuel. He was looking good 

The duo had their usual ‘on the town outfits’  graphic T-shirts, a good pair of blue jeans, and tennis shoes. Though Jerome couldn’t figure out for the life of him why Mauel had decided to continue with the slick back hair-look. Not that Jerome was complaining, Manuel looked sexy either way. *“I’m such a fucking simp.”* Jerome thought in his head. 

Club “Bump & Grind”  was the ridiculous place Manuel had decided the two of them would find the girls of their dreams. Well girls for the night. The club was…*underwhelming* came to mind for Jerome. Nothing more than a bar with a dance floor in the middle. Sure there were some college aged people here. But Jerome could tell it had to be the place local students went to because they could easily get in with fake IDs. 

“Alright let’s do this,” Manuel put his hands on Jerome’s shoulders, “You are one sexy mother fucker and you’re leaving here with a smoking’ hot girl tonight.” 

Jerome then put his hands on Manuel’s shoulders, “You’re irresistible my dude. The girls are going to be fawning all over you.” The two boys’ faces broke into smiles and laughter before getting serious again. It was time.

Manuel immediately bolted towards a girl standing by the wall. Probably the first girl he spotted coming in here. Jerome watched as the two talked, but the exchange ended with the girl laughing and walking away. 

*“Ouch,”* Jerome turned away to pretend like he didn’t see the rejection. In an effort of solidarity Jerome figured it was his time to get his heart broken. He also had his eye on a girl just off  the dance floor. As she passed by him, Jerome bucked up and asked, “Hey, you want to dance together when you go back out.”

“Sorry, I’m just here with my friends tonight to have a good time,” She continued walking on.

“Okay that wasn’t the worst rejection,” Jerome said, building himself up. The thought of even asking out a guy crossed his mind, but if Manuel spotted him that would be hard to explain. 

The night wore on and Jerome made no luck with any of the girls he encountered on the dance floor. He thought he’d at least be seeing Manuel quite a bit in the club but it filled up quickly with bodies pushing past each other. Dejected Jerome finally exited the dance floor. He needed to build his mental strength back up before talking to another girl. He started to walk to the bar when he paused. Manuel sat on one of the stools, one foot on the stool’s bar, another on the floor, chatting up not one but three girls. Jerome was shocked because the body language for it all was quite telling. Manuel had a smile on his face while he talked with his arms crossed. The girls on the other hand all had smiles on their faces nodding along to what Manuel was saying.

Jerome wondered if Manuel had sneaked off back to the hotel to change his clothes. Manuel’s shirt looked the same but it was looking kinda tight in the arm area. Not to mention both of them had on blue jeans  earlier but Manuel’s jeans looked black. Jerome decided to approach the group. As Jerome got closer he noticed that Manuel’s shirt wasn’t a size too small, making his arms look bigger, Manuel’s arms actually were bigger. In fact, his whole body seemed bigger. Not that Jerome would have considered the normally fit Manuel skinny by any means previously, but now Manuel was thicker. There was a heft and heaviness to his powerful movements. 

Jerome considered his eyes playing tricks on him, after all Manuel’s jeans did appear to become tighter the closer Jerome got. Jerome’s eyes went to Manuel’s ass. Manuel was sporting a full dump truck, indented by the side of the stool due to the way he was sitting on it. Something was definitely weird. Jerome knew Manuels’ ass. He’d seen it many times. Manuel had a cute little booty that Jerome even personally dubbed a bubblegum butt. Not as big as a true bubble but certainly noteworthy. Whatever ass Manuel was dragging now people could write a whole essay on. Jerome finally considered he was mistaken about the person he was approaching and that Manuel was somewhere else. Then the guy locked eyes with him. Definitely Manuel no mistake.

“Hey bud,” Manuel waved him over as Jerome was still a few feet away. Cautiously Jerome approached but  Manuel wrapped an arm around his waist pulling him close. “Ladies, this is my best bro, Jerome.”  The fact Manuel’s hand was at his waist and Manuel’s  face was close to his crotch was not lost on Jerome. 

“We were just talking about you!” Manuel said excited having not released Jerome from his hold.

“Good things, I hope.” Jerome joked back to the ladies.

“He was saying that his best friend’s, A stud and how good you are in bed.” One of the girls  answered. 

Jerome blushed, thankful his skin was dark enough no one would ever know how embarrassed he was. “Oh well—

“Although,’ One of the girls, a blond cut him off, ‘we were asking about HIS exploits.” The girls’ attention and eyes drifted back to Manuel. 

The last girl, a cute Korean, leaned over and danced her fingers up Manuel’s thigh leading up to his. Jerome’s eyes widened. It looked like Manuel had stuffed the front of his pants. Maybe he had gone back to the hotel, because the shape in his pants couldn’t have been is penis. No Effin’ way. 

Suddenly Manuel sprung up onto his feet before the girl could reach her prize. “We’ll be right back.” Manuel pulled Jerome away from the bar. The moment the two were in the male restrooms, Manuel fanned himself as he turned his head to make sure the bathroom was empty. “Dude, This gentleman’s stuff really works! I’ve been getting flooded with girls who are jonesing for my cock all night.” Manuel grabbed his package and shook it. “It’s like I attract cock hounds or something. Did you see those girls out there?” Manuel’s face was ecstatic.

Jerome laughed and playfully said , “With the way you stuffed your pants, go figure they might be a little horny.”

“Who stuffed his pants?” “You dude.”

“Why would I stuff my pants?” Manuel pulled at the collar of his shirt, “Is it hot in here?”

“Dude we both know that ‘s not your dick.” Jerome said ignoring the second question/

Manuel got a confused look on his face. Instead of responding he unzipped his pants. Out flopped his large fat brown latino cock. Jeromne’s mind went blank. What the hell was he staring at? Who attacked a python on his best friend? Jerome never leered at Manuel’s cock he thought that’d be a personal step too far, but he certainly caught glimpses of it. This cock did not belong to the young man Jerome had come to know. And yet there it was with two testicles behind it that were…growing larger?

“Hey, are your ball–

“Jer, how could you forget how big my cock is?” Manuel chuckled, stuffing it back into his pants.

“Wait, where are your underwear.?” Jerome asked, completely forgetting his other question. 

Manuel stepped by him to wash his hands at the sink. “Dude you know I can’t wear underwear when I wear jeans. Not enough space in the crotch…What’s with the heat in this place.” Maunel suddenly lowered his head closer to the sink, cupping his hands he splashed himself and let the water run over him. Manuel turned back to Jerome, water clinging in his hair, “Now listen these girls already want me but I think we can get them after you too. Play our cards right, we might lose our virginities in a five-way.”

“That’s not a thing.” Jerome said, “ pretty sure anything over 4 is just an orgy.”

“Welp, sounds like fun for us.” Manuel threw his arm around Jerome and led them back out into the club. There was a really amazing scent coming from Manuel. It smelt like the product from earlier but a bit changed?  As if Manuel’s own natural smell had mixed with gel or cologne to create something new. Jerome looked at the side of Manuel’s head and it wasn’t wet any more. In fact it did’;t look wet at all, rather there were gray streaks on the side of Manuel’s head, but that didn’t make sense.

The girls were still waiting by the bar talking amongst themselves. When they greeted the boys again their attention didn’t seem as instability fixed onto Manuel anymore. Manuel sat back down.

Jerome was impressed that they all seemed to have a nice conversation. The girls weren’t as obsessive about Manuel before he left the bathroom. Although Manuel was certainly the one leading the conversation. Jerome was in awe, but also jealous. He’d never seen his friend be so confident when dealing with women.  Manuel was spinning a web and the girls were happily caught in it. 

“You know, If you girls made out that’d be the hottest thing.” Manuel said. Jerome was caught off guard; he didn’t know Manuel was into girl-on-girl action. The girls began to rub on each other’s shoulders seductively, “ We can do that,” The blonde one stated. “ But what will you boys do for us?”

“What’d ya want?” Manuel asked.There was something about the way he brought his hands together in front of his op. the way he rubbed them, his cocky smirk. 

“One good turn deserves another,” The blond said. “Why don’t you two boys make out and show us how it’s done?”

“And none of that quick peck stuff either. We want real- making out!” The Korean chick cut in.

“Deal!” Manuel shouted. Before Jerome could even process the exchange Manuel was on his feet staring Jerome in the eyes. Was this a dream? It had to be. No way was Jerome going to let this dream pass him by. He must have been still asleep on the hotel bed. He pulled Manuel in and locked their lips. Mini sparks were going off in Jerome’s heart, lit into a blaze when he realized Manuel was kissing him back earnestly. Jerome’s hand found Manuels face and cupped it all the while mashing their tongs together. In all his excitement Jerome pushed Manuel back onto the stool like an over eager puppy. 

Jerome was only able to stop himself when Manuel cooled him off by unlinking their mouths and kissing along his face. “That’s enough dude,” *Kissed his cheek* “they liked it,” *kissed his nose.* “ it’s their” turn.” *kissed his forehead* Jerome remembered the purpose of the make out and was too ashamed to turn to the girls but when he did the girls had already started. His crotch was planted firmly near Manuel’s and when his dick twitched for the girls Manuel turned to him.

“This shit’s hot, right?” Manuel asked.

With his head swimming, Jerome dove back in and Manuel didn’t try to push him off. Jerome peeked an eye open to see the girls were definitely doing their fair share of staring. 

“NNNGGHHHH!” Manuel’s kisses stopped as he began to groan. Jerome stopped immediately, recognizing his best friend’s agony. He backed his head up away enough to ask ‘what’s wrong’. Though before he could even get a syllable out, his face was pressed against bare skin. Jerome was so shocked he jumped back, only to realize  he had just unburied his face from Manuel’s chest. 

Somehow Manuel had just grown. Not just upward but out. His shirt was gone, resting on the ground and his chest was resting out. It had all taken place within a split second. Jerome looked over to the girls, who didn’t seem to notice. His eyes went back to Manuel. Manuel’s entire chest was heaving, pecs going up and down. The pecs were off putting and tantalizing enough on their own, but then Manuel’s jeans shifted into dress pants.  

Jerome pinched himself in the cheek and it was time to wake up. Nothing. Jerome tried it again this time closing his eyes. When he opened them he was still in the club. No this was absolutely not going to fly. 

“You look like you’re about to throw up Jerome,” Manuel said as if he was unfazed by his own sudden transformation. “Ladies, would you mind stopping for a moment? My friend and I might have to go back to the restroom.” Right on cue the girls stopped. Jerome was stunned how they listened to him

“Fine, but if he throws up, I’m not kissing him.” The brunette spoke up.

Manuel beckoned her closer with his index finger then put it under her chin, “Of course you won’t because you’re going to be making out with me, right?” The girl smiled fully smitten as Manuel removed his hand and stood up. Jerome’s mouth dropped watching as Manuel rose to a new height that had him only at Manuel’s chest. Just earlier that night the two had been eye level shoulder to shoulder. 

“Well then let’s just do it now,” The girl winked. 

Without even waiting for an answer Manuel kissed her, putting his back to Jerome. Thanks to Manuel’s wider back he couldn’t see the girl, but could definitely heat her moans from the pressure. It was a knife in Jerome’s heart. And he knew that he shouldn’t be mad. Of course he knew that! The whole night was about getting women and Manuel was doing just that. Though when had Manuel become such a smooth operator? Where was the loveable try-hard Jerome had come to know? Jerome rubbed the sides of his head. His mind must have been scattered with what little alcohol he had. It was time for him to call it a night. 

Jerome knew he couldn’t return to the hotel room, but he couldn’t stay here either. “I’m gonna head out.” He clapped Manuel on the back as he walked by. The two bodies making out stopped the girl was dazed drunk off kiss and Manuel… Manuel. Well Jerome didn’t know who he was looking at because it certainly wasn’t his friend. This guy had a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, and growing stubble whereas Manuel only had boyish charm to compensate. 

Jerome couldn’t believe it. Had Manuel actually left while Jerome had zoned out? When had this other guy stepped in? Jerome couldn’t ruminate on it because the man slowly pushed the girl away with one hand. Then he rolled up the sleeves of hsi dress shirt and wiped his mouth. Had Jerome been less shocked by the interaction he would have noticed the mustache pop into existence.  

Looking back onto the dance floor Jerome wondered if Manuel was out there moving in the sea of bodies. He wandered back into the crowd, no longer paying attention to the people at the bar. Jerome was pushed and prodded, amongst the sweaty grinding bodies. Loud music flashing lights. Jerome hated all of it. He just wanted Manuel to have a good time, maybe lose his virginity,  and get buzzzed, but there was no way his friend was going to get any girls in this place. 

20 minutes later, Jerome was released from the feral dance mob, facing the bar. Manuel was still nowhere in sight but the one thing that caught Jerome’s attention; a crowd of dudes were at the bar. Not unusual in itself, except for the fact they were all ignoring the girls sitting around them clearly waiting to be bought drinks. Instead the men’s attention was all on one guy at the center of the bar talking up a big storm, seated and facing away from the bar towards the dance floor. As Jerome approached and recognized the guy he’d mistaken Manuel for earlier. Though the mystery man looked like he was wearing a completely different outfit, a business suit to be exact, not even remotely close to Manuel’s. The suit’s black jacket was thrown over the bar chair while  the top of his white dress shirt was unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. Everything he had on looked stuffed to the brim, and like a second layer of skin,  rather than actual clothes. How had Jerome even confused them earlier?

The talking stopped but Jerome didn’t notice, in fact It wasn’t until the mystery man got up Jerome noticed the man’s attention was on him. The guy set down the whiskey glass in his hand onto the counter, and stood up sauntering over to Jerome. All the other guy’s eyes seemed to instinctively go to the man’s ass and Jerome wished he too had been standing on the other side.

“I saw you earlier tonight. I’ve been waiting to talk to you.  Dr. Torres.” The man went straight into an introduction and held out his hand. 

“Jer…Jerome,” The young man shook the open hand and was surprised when his palm wasn’t crushed. It was a firm but gentle hand shake. Dr. Torres gave a knowing smile.

“I’m quite good at handling my strength.” The man answered. “Tell me, what is a handsome young guy like you doing alone tonight? Waiting for your girlfriend or…” 

“My friend and I were planning to lose our virginities tonight.” Jerome didn’t realize what he said till it left his mouth. There was something so comforting, so familiar about this man he blurted it out. 

Dr. Torres laughed, “Well that’s quite the plan. I’m a college professor and I teach Sociology of Sexuality, perhaps I could help you out?”

Something about this Dr. Torres, his looks, his smell, made Jerome’s head go fuzzy. BUT He couldn’t just leave. He had to find…what was his name? Hard to think when a hot man had Jerome in his gaze. Leaving a friend without saying anything was bad, but perhaps if it was about losing his virginity that could help him apologize later? Maybe he could use some of that Brat-B-Gone and really impress this guy?

Come As You Are

“Henry, time to wake up.” His mom gently shook him awake from the front seat of the car. Henry briefly opened his eyes and pouted. It had just been a dream. He tried to drift back to sleep but then his dad started softly knocking on the car windows, disturbing his peace.  Henry grumpily got out of the car as his father rubbed his curly brown head.

“You can’t go to sleep before the party.” Mr. Whitlock smiled. “Don’t you  love parties?”

“Of course he does,” Mrs. Whitlock answered , reaching back into the car to pull out a pie. “Remember he ate most of his chocolate cake last year? I’m glad I cut his friend’s slices first.”

Henry blushed, he hadn’t meant all that cake, but what did it matter? This wasn’t a fun kids party. This was a stupid stuffy house party the new neighbors had decided to hold. Not that he was going to tell his parents he heard them say that. Though when one lived out in the country, with most people owning farms, the term neighbor was a bit loose. Their new neighbors, the Crumpletons, happened to own the biggest plot of land with the hugest house. All that space meant they lived extremely far out, even the billboards on the way out here were blank. 

Henry closed his eyes; him and his dog Buster were both lying in the field under the summer afternoon sun. There was nothing like enjoying a warm summer breeze with a trusted pal by your side. 

“Don’t fall asleep standing up now.” Mr Whitlock tried to contain his laughter as Henry snapped awake at his voice. Together the family made their way to the large front doors There was an elaborate knocker Mr. Whitlock used, to no avail.

“This was definitely the time on the card .” Mrs. Whitlock said. 

“Don’t worry honey it’s not you, I’m sure they’re just counting all their money for the 5th time today.”

“Shhh, don’t talk like that in front of Henry,” She said, laughing, breaking up her voice, “They’re son is Henry’s friend.”

The word friend was a stretch, they were classmates. Henry tried to once share his lunch with the boy and got a scowl in return. He had even called Henry simple once and that ticked off  Mr. Whitlock.  Maximilian Crumpleton had issues with all the other kids in school too. Henry heard his dad say  “the party was happening to make amends and flaunt wealth.” Henry didn’t hear anything about a birthday so why would there be cake?

“Henry, tie your shoes.” Mr Whitlock whispered. The door opened at that exact moment. Out stepped Mrs. Crimpleton in a long black dress and gold necklace.

“Oh my it’s the Whitlocks! Wonderful to see you. Though I must ask what’s with the outfits? This isn’t a costume party.”

The smile on Henry’s dad’s face fell, “These are our clothes.”

“The invitation said the dress code is to come as you are.” Henry’s mother finished.

Henry stood behind his dad. He recognized his parents tone of voice from whenever he was on the cusp of getting in trouble. It was weird  to see it directed at someone else. Though Henry didn’t understand the problem with their clothes. His dad was in a flannel, blue jeans and boots. His mom had a dress on and  flat shoes. Henry had on a blue shirt, overalls, and untied tennis. They wore these all the time. 

“Yes come as you are, but we assumed even the people who lived here at least had decent clothes for…” She stopped speaking, “ My apologies, this isn’t about attire, this is about building and mending bridges. A wonderful opportunity for families to get to know each other and our sons to make up. “Mrs. Crumpleton opened the door to the house. There were tons of people dressed similarly to her moving around. The Whitlocks walked in and immediately got looks and stares. 

“Maybe we should leave. We are clearly too underdressed for this.” Henry’s mom said.

“Nonsense, they’ll get over it.”Mrs. Crumpeton led them to the backyard of the house, where a giant pool was waiting. Henry tugged on his mom’s arm to point. Mrs. Crumpleton went on “Perhaps you guys can borrow something from our closet…as for your son… MAXAMILIAN!” She shouted. 

Henry hadn’t noticed the body swimming around in the pool, but caught sight of Maximilian exiting. The other boy jogged up to them.

“It seems our guests came a little unprepared. Please help get their son looking ready for the party. It’s the least we could do.” Maximilian rolled his eyes before nodding for Henry to follow him. 

“We don’t typically advertise our charitable works.” Maximilian snickered once they were away from the adults. “But I guess your parents are the only other people my parents can stand,even with how you all dress.” He walked up the stairs with Henry reluctantly following behind. Henry wouldn’t have been trying so hard If he hadn’t seen his parents doing the same. When they walked into Maximilian’ s room Henry’s mouth opened. It was three times as big as his. 

“Don’t get anything dirty.” Maximilian disappeared into a walk-in closet. HIS OWN walk-in closet. Truth be told, Henry was a little scared to touch anything in the room. The bed was made up, no shoes toppled over, or toys on the floor. Did Maximilian do anything here? The room wasn’t just neat. It was devoid of fun, 

“Got it!” Maximilian stepped out of his closet wearing gloves and holding a can. 

“Where are your clothes I’m going to borrow?”

“My parents don’t like it when common folk borrow our things. They got tired of my grandparents saying it’s hard to get the stench of the lower class out.” Maximilian presented the can in his hand “We use this for other people’s kids now.”

“BRAT-B-GONE:Gentlemen’s Edition? Never heard of it.”

Maximilian gave a chuckle, “Has anyone in this backwaters town  heard of anything that costs actual money? This will help you look more presentable. My parents had me use it lots of time before moving here like for… and ….” Maximilian got a confused look on his face, then shrugged, “Well the thing is half empty so I must have used it on someone. Now come sit in front of the mirror.”

Henry didn’t want to but his host was insistent. When Henry finally gave in and plopped his but on the floor he asked. “How come you’re wearing gloves for something that’s going to go in my hair?

“Question after question, give me a break.” Maximilian then ignored Henry and gathered a nice glob of hair gel from the can before plopping it onto Henry’s head. The rich boy’s fingers began to massage into Henry’s scalp and pull at his hair. “Tsk, tsk all these curls have got to go. Who comes to a party with unbrushed, unkempt hair?“ Maximilian pulled at Henry’s curls untangling some and unfurling others. “A refined man combs his hair back like a 1950’s—

“I don’t care.” Henry interrupted. He was trying his best to be good for his parents but Maximilian was challenging that everytime he opened his mouth.  Maximilian opened his palms and pulled Henry’s head back as he put the gel through the hair. One strand of hair refused to go back and curled on Henry’s forehead. The moment Maximilian stopped, giving the slightest inclination he was done Henry hopped up and walked out of the room. Henry thought his hair looked ridiculous, as if he was pretending to be superman. Maximilian probably did it on purpose so everyone at the party would laugh at him.  

There was a loud thud as Henry fell back onto the floor; he had collided with someone. “I’m so sorry, excuse me sir.”  The stranger turned around from his conversation with two other female party goers and offered Henry a hand up. 

“Aren’t you a respectable little guy?” The man said.

“I don’t know if little is the right word..” One of the females said. “Be nice.” the other two laughed”

Henry however, felt a tingle on his spine that traveled down to his legs.Then it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“John Headon, this is my wife Sarah and her sister, Ruth.” The man pointed to himself then to the women on his right and left respectively. “Our families both do a lot of inner city building, home remodeling. Our marriage was practically a merger of the companies in itself. What do you do?”  The man and his compatriots’ eyes eagerly looked towards Henry waiting for an answer.

Henry could only think to say his parents were farmers, but instead what came out of his mouth was, “I do a lot of philanthropic work.” Henry’s hands flew to his mouth; he had no idea why he said that. “But it’s true though.” Henry heard his own head voice say. Henry realized he was only reminding himself of a fact he knew all along. 

Ruth chuckled trying to hold her hand over her mouth.

“What’s funny?”

She shook her head and waved her hand. “I’m sorry it’s just the thought of you being a philanthropist is so absurd and funny. I mean can you even spell that word, little one?” She said with a sneer.

“I’m not a kid.” Henry’s mouth was moving before his mind could catch up. He had been upset for not believing him but he certainly didn’t mean to challenge an adult with a lie.  ”I just have a youthful face.” Henry’s mouth continued moving. Then the adults began to look weird, were they shrinking? No, that wasn’t it. Henry looked down. The ground was slowly getting further away from him. There was a shift inside him, his bones and muscles changing. Finally he was feeling  his growth. He felt his shoulders begin to press tightly on his overall straps as his legs heaved  him up higher and higher every second. There was a painful discomfort on his toes until Henry heard his shoes explode as his feet plopped out still growing. Henry felt a heaviness overtake him as his body’s muscles began to expand swelling out his outfit. One strap snapped as the metal fell to the floor with a soft *clank* and the other snapped right behind it. Thankfully Henry’s thighs and legs had grown big enough to prevent the overall’s sliding down. On the down side ,the seams of his pants were completely ripped by his ever growing size. The top half of the overalls hung limply over Henry’s waist.

Henry’s head was hazy. It started from where the hair gel had been applied and seeped into his mind with a numbing sensation. Just like the rest of his body Henry’s mind was also growing, with it came knowledge. But this was so much more than simple maturity, there was an elegance to it. Henry was becoming cultured, classy, and *refined*; A true gentleman.The color from Henry’s polo drained onto the overalls, like a watercolor painting. Henry had to squat a bit as  his ass cheeks began to press out the seat of his overalls. A proper man’s ass entered the world having destroyed whatever underwear he had been wearing underneath. Henry staggered trying to stand up straight but John held him steady.

“Sis, I think you’re wrong. I don’t think he’s ‘tiny’ at all.” Sarah gave a knowing glance toward Henry’s crotch which had a sizable lump in it.

“No, I…I wouldn’t. I didn’t mean to imply that you…” Ruth was nothing but stutters, “ I don’t even know why I had said such a thing to begin with. It’s purely uncouth to speak of such things.”

*Uncouth*Henry wanted to be surprised. He knew what that word meant but he couldn’t be. He had  gone to Harvard after all his vocabulary was immense. What kind of business man would he be if he couldn’t show a pompous crowd he knew just as many words as they did. Meanwhile the top of his now blue overalls began to sink into the lower half. Henry’s ass got hidden away as well as his legs. The overalls were shifting into dress pants fit for a man.

His shirt was left a stark white unable to come past his pecs,  mimicking a crop top. The shirt  stretched down on its own, as rips and tears along the sides sealed themselves back up. The material of the shirt itself was changing and morphing, snuggly fitting Henry around the biceps Eventually the shirt tucked itself in and was no different than a polo you’d find on a common rich frat bro. Henry looked down at himself and how his breathing made his VERY LARGE chest and shirt move up and down. “I have to go.”  Henry said, hand on his forehead.  He stumbled to the back of the house, none of the guests bothering to help him.He caught himself against the back  door standing up. He needed to find his parents and…

“Ohh!!” a man bumped right into Henry and spilled  red wine all over his white polo. Instead of cascading down, the liquid got drawn into the shirt and began to dye it a pink color. It spread all over as the shirt morphed once again. Additional buttons popped into existence flowing down the entire length of the shirt. The sleeves extended, swallowing up Henry’s arms and coming together around the wrist connected with cold cuff links. There was a tightness on Henry’s chest just before, it expanded not once, not twice, but three times forcing the top of the now pink dress shirt open and new cleavage on display. Henry noticed, but was much more worried about his investments than his predicament. Even the person who had bumped into him was more concerned about the broken glass than the red wine it contained getting sucked into Henry’s shirt. 

“What investments?” Henry muttered to himself. A minute ago he wouldn’t have even know what the word meant, but the answers were all there in his head. He knew exactly what investments. He squatted down and helped the other guest pick up the remaining pieces of class before heading out back, his balance finally stable. 

He spotted the party’s hostess talking to a familiar man and woman… HIS parents! How did he almost forget that? “Trina.” Henry heard his mouth say, once again on auto pilot. Mrs. Crumpleton looked over to him and smiled, waving him over.

“Mr and Mrs. Whitlock, I want you to meet, Ethan.” Mrs. Whitlock patted Henry’s shoulders as he looked at her confused. Who on earth was Ethan?  And why was he being introduced to his own parents? His dad was wearing a borrowed suit jacket over his outfit and his mom had on a sweater. It helped them look not completely out of place. “Ethan is one of the richest bachelors in this county and he’s a model.  My husband and I were floored to learn about it when we met him.”

”Hopefully not a bachelor for too long.” Henry’s body replied, but the voice, that wasn’t his voice. It was too deep and hearty, stronger than his dad’s. “Looking to have some kids of my own here too.” Henry was screaming inside his head, what was he going on about? He rubbed his eyes and his pare–Mr & Mrs. Whitlocks face blurred for a second. Ethan had a strong sense of deja vu come over him, but faded as he realized he definitely hadn’t meant the Whitlocks before.  Unlike everyone else at the party there was nothing pretentious about the couple. The Crumpletons and their guests always had a snobbish air about them that the Whitlocks seemed to lack.

Ethan was always close to telling the Crumpleton family to lose his number, but there were contacts at their parties he could use to help out charities and non-profit in his network. He could suffer 2 hours if it meant more funding for people working their ass off on the frontlines. Often Ethan wondered how he got mixed up with people who only cared about money, when that was probably the thing he cared the least about in his work. The Whitlocks were people who lived in the ‘actual’ world and were able to talk about things they hoped to see in their community. Mrs. Crumpleton had not-so-secretly snuck out of the conversation about the community. Before Ethan knew it 3 hours had gone by he needed to get home he excused himself from their invigorating conversation.

“Hold on, don’t forget this.” Mr. Whitlock stood up, removing his jacket and passing it to Ethan.”Thanks for letting me borrow it from the party. You saved me from the onlookers.” Ethan curiously accepted the navy blue suit jacket. Was it black earlier? Ethan honestly couldn’t remember, but it must have been his. It did match his pants after all. He said hsi goodbye and hopped into his Toyota Prius pulling away from the Mansion. As he drove his eyes spotted a billboard. A picture of his silhouette on an ad for BRAT-B-GONE: Gentlemen’s Edition. Ethan chuckled; he completely forgot he had even done an ad. He took modeling gigs here and there but honestly he could even remember doing the shoot, let alone what the product even did.  Also, not that he’d ever say it out loud, but the Photoshop they did for the young model onto his picture wasn’t the best either. Ethan laughed to himself, “Where’d they even get that kid from?” The smile stayed on his lips even as he drove past.

#age progression #reality change #muscle growth

[thegreatstoryteller]

Absolutely love a contagious transformation! Reality changed in such interesting ways!

Nothing Funny About It

A/N: That’s right everyone I am back! Sorry I’ve been gone so long just handling whatever life throws at me.  So please take this story as my thank you for your patience, It’s a long one and more erotic than my usual fair. Enjoy!

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“5…4…3…2…1, Happy New Year!” Riley and his dad high fived each other watching the New year’s ball drop, in the comfort of their home. Mr. Fern disappeared into the kitchen before returning with two fancy glasses and a bottle of sparkling apple cider. He popped it open and poured a glass for him and his son.

“Any new year’s resolutions?” Mr. Fern asked his son, a warm smile on his face as he slid over the glass. “And please don’t say going to the gym. Too many say it and then don’t do it. If you’re going to try. Start in March or something.” They tipped their glasses and toasted.

“No nothing like that. I just want to do whatever.” Riley admitted.

“Do whatever, that’s it?! You’re going to be at college in a few months. You can be a little more specific. What’s whatever? Going to more parties? Talking to more girls–

“Dad–

“Or guys, or whomever. Whatever floats your boat. You know I don’t care about that.”

“You know, most parents don’t want to know everything their child does.” Riley sipped his glass.

Mr. Fern took a swig of his glass and all its contents went down his throat.  He poured himself another class then refilled the little bit of Riley’s. He rubbed the back of Riley’s head as he walked back into the kitchen. “Excuse me, I forgot. You’re too cool for your old man now. ”

Riley groaned internally. It’s not that he was TOO cool for his dad. It’s just his father…was so lame. Kind and considerate, yes! Supportive, 100%. But Mr. Fern was a corny mushy guy down to his soul. As a single dad, he was there for Riley, and that was the problem. He was ALWAYS there trying to be a #1 father of the year.  At Riley’s wrestling matches he’s the dad who would always cheer the loudest. When there was a party he’d always remind Riley and his friends he’d be available all night if they needed a ride back home. 

It stressed Riley out that his dad couldn’t just be cool. Just not be in dad mode 100% of the time. No one else’s dad wore a ‘kiss the cook’ apron when grilling, or talked about their garden. 

When Riley started wearing, black leather jackets to school and finally got his motorcycle license at the start of senior year, There was his dad telling him to wear shoulder and knee pads.  Honestly, “Why not just put a bib on my neck and a pacifier in my mouth.” Riley wanted to say at the time, but knew better.

“Oh no,” Mr. Fern said from the kitchen 

Riley hopped out of his chair and went into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”  

“We have to get rid of this calendar… its days…are numbered.” Mr. Ferm smiled as he flipped around their calendar,  revealing it was from last year. 

“Not funny dad.”

“Oh come on, that was hilarious.”

“It was such a dad joke.”

“You used to love my jokes.”

“Yeah, when I was like 10.”

Mr. Fern threw the calendar in the trash. “So I guess my resolution to be a comedian is going to go to waste?”

“Don’t know dad, perhaps you should make a resolution to be funny first?” He said and paused. Riley’s words came out harsher than he meant, but Mr. Fern simply chuckled and said, “Fair enough.” Mr. Fern understood his son meant it as a playful joke. Riley went and sat back down as his dad came back out and they watched the close of the New Year’s Eve event. .

An hour later the two were headed upstairs, ready for bed. Riley trailed behind his father when Mr. Fern stopped mid-stairwell. He turned back to his son, “I’ve been thinking, when does a joke become a dad joke?”

Riley shrugged.

Mr. Fern grinned, “When it’s apparent!”

Rolling his eyes, Riley side stepped his dad. 

“Come on, that one was funny!” Mr. Fern said, trying not to laugh at his own joke and failing miserably. 

Riley closed the door to his room. What was the explanation for it?  He’d seen the pictures. His dad had been THE high school quarterback. His dad’s old yearbook had tons of signatures. People loved him. Maybe there was a slight difference between jock-cool and the laid back- coolness that Riley- executed? Still his dad should have retained some of it. 

Even Riley’s mom and her partner Helen couldn’t pinpoint exactly when Mr. Fern’s change happened. His mom said her ex had always been that way and when Riley was born it just brought it out more. Riley didn’t get that statement. Was having a kid permission to be uncool? Though he’d never say it to his father’s face, his dad was a joke. But it seemed he always had been. There was a tingle on RIley’s lips as he let out a small laugh. In a way, his father was right, a joke became a dad joke, when it was a parent.

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“And then he says, ‘when it’s apparent.’” Riley stated as there was an audible groan from his friends. He rested against his motorcycle, helmet in hand. His friends were gathered around listening to him share his woes. There was an Emi Lodson, resident stoner. He kept his brown hair under a beanie at all times and his green eyes always had a slight daze.  Bohdi, a soccer star and his girlfriend, Unique, were leaning on a car. Though it was more apt to say Bohdi was, as Unique was positioned over his lap. Hot Indian athlete and his beautiful black cheerleader girlfriend.  Lastly, there was Raúl Hendrix, the talented guitar player and singer of the group. He had a band and played around town often. Also everyone tended to call him Hendrix because why not? Riley and him shared a love of black clothing attire that drew them together. However, Hendrix’s love of black was so strong he’d dyed his hair and painted his nails. Riley’s normal outfit was a simple black leather jacket over a white t-shirt with matching black jeans and black tennis shoes. This year they both had the same homeroom and cloud talk all they wanted.

“Where does your dad come up with this stuff?” Unique asked. 

“I know, right? I bet he has a dad joke book somewhere.” Riley added.

Hendrix snapped his fingers “When it becomes apparent! I just got it. That’s pretty funny. And the ‘calendar’s days are numbered…’ isn’t so bad either.” 

The morning school bell rang! It was time for everyone to make their way inside.

“Another day under the oppressive system of this fine educational institution.” Emil stated. 

“We’ll see you guys there.” Unique got off her boyfriend, then leaned over to kiss Riley on his right cheek. 

“What she said.” Bohdi leaned over and kissed Riley on his left cheek.

Unique grabbed Bohdi by the collar and pulled him the opposite direction of where the students were going. Riley certainly had an idea of what those two were going to do.

“Wait…seriously?” Emil eyed the disappearing couple then Riley, “When did that happen?” 

“It’s called a throuple. Oh, and about two weeks ago.” Riley said smugly as he grabbed his backpack and started making his way inside, Hendrix and Emil beside him. Actually their sexcapade had been going far longer than that but Riley wasn’t going to tell them that. Countless students flooded the main entrance, slowly making their way inside. There was a cacophony of indistinguishable chatter. People were dedicated to moving sluggishly simply because it was the start of a school year.  Emil kept throwing questions about Bohdi and Unique, while Riley could hear Hendrix stifling a laugh. 

Riley put a hand on Hendrix’s shoulder, “Hey are you okay?”  His dad’s jokes might have deserved a chuckle, but they weren’t THAT funny.

“Yeah just, I really can’t get over it.” Hendrix said before making a gesture like he was swallowing his laugh down. He gave a straight face devoid of humor. “You guys coming to my set tonight?”

“Of course we are,” Emil answered, already knowing Riley’s response. “But we can’t ignore what we just saw. Riley’s out here bedding everyone.”

Their conversation was swallowed up by the morning grind. The hallways were warm in the school today. Someone had the sense to actually use the school heating system for once. 

In Riley and Hendrix’s homeroom things weren’t much better. The two boys were the first in there and sat in the back row next to each other. Soon other students were walking in, prattling on while the teacher was zonked out behind his desk. Everyone greeted Riley and he’d either give a quick handshake or nod. Being cool sometimes came with everyone looking towards you. Riley, however, would have preferred to be the cool silent kid in the background. Hendrix on the other hand was the opposite; he loved to talk especially if saw a chance to promote his band. Which made it weird Hendrix hadn’t spoken at all, since they sat down.

Riley did a visual check turning his head to the right. Hendrix’s face was buried in his book bag sitting on his desk. His body was heaving. Was he crying? “Hey Hendrix,” Riley whispered. Hendrix  poked his head up to show his right hand over his mouth. He was trying to keep himself from laughing still?!

“Are you still laughing at my dad’s jokes?” Riley asked

Hendrix nodded, removing his hand from his mouth, “They’re really funny when you think about it.” He was able to speak, but Riley could hear the hint of humor under every word. When Riley didn’t appear in agreement Hendrix rolled his eyes and tapped on the back of the kid in front of him. He turned around to face Hendrix.

“Hey, I’ve got a great joke about construction, but I’m still working on it.” Hendrix busted out laughing.

The boy chuckled and smirked, but then turned to Riley and gave a ‘Is he for real?’ look. Then he turned back around ignoring the duo. Hendrix calmed himself as the rest of the homeroom went on. By the time it ended Hendrix raced out of there. Nothing new there, he probably had plans to spend his free periods in the cafeteria. The other boy shook his head and muttered,  “Still working on it. That’s brilliant.” He slung his backpack on his back and was gone. 

When lunch came for him Riley couldn’t wait, he was starving. His first free period was at 10, too early for lunch. Then he didn’t have another until 2:00pm. His crew had compared their schedules over break and a few of their free periods did line up, but Riley couldn’t care about that now, he made a beeline for the lunchline. By the time he was at the end he was already devouring his food.

“Over here!” Bohdi shouted. Riley spun his feet, then bit into his sandwich as he walked over. Emil sat next to Bohdi and had his head on the lunch table sleeping, while Riley spotted Unique sitting at another table with more girls. Riley sat down across from his friends, then he dove into his food. 7 mins in it was mostly gone.

The chair next to Riley pulled out and the ground shook a little when the person sat down. Riley turned his head to see who had caused the small tremor only to be met with Hendrix. Except he looked different. Not only because he was in his gym uniform. He had muscles! Not a lot of size to him but it looked like someone had definitely packed some meat on his bones. Or perhaps the short sleeve shirt he was wearing was too small.

“Have you been working out behind our backs?” Riley playfully squeezed Hendrix’s bicep expecting it to smush even a little, but it did not give way. The muscle instead firmed up as if in resistance. Riley applied a bit more pressure but there was no amount of flab.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Hendrix winked. He did a double bicep pose for his friends. 

“Why are you wearing gym clothes?” Bohdi asked.

Hendrix put down his arms with a frown, “Okay don’t laugh at me, but when I was in third period my pants ripped. I thought my pants had been a little tight before that. Then, while I was in Spanish class my pants just went RIPPPPP. I thought everyone heard it but no one turned to look at me.”

“The universe is telling you: Don’t take Spanish class for the easy grade when you already speak it. Or this is what happens when you wear skinny jeans to look like a rockstar?” Bohdi said.

“I don’t wear skinny jeans, I wear jeans and I just happen to be skinny. “ Hendrix responded. Though Riley noted Hendrix hadn’t denied the first half of Bohdi’s statement.

“You, skinny?” Bohdi’s eyes went wide. “Not with the way you’ve been hogging the machines in the weight room after school.”

Riley agreed with Bohdi. He couldn’t even remember a time when Hendrix could be considered skinny. When they all got to high school muscle just poured into Hendrix beefing him up. Teachers would often mistake him for an upperclassman. The students thought he was the school’s linebacker, although he frequently brought his guitar. Riley’s eyes drifted down to Hendrix’s thighs. They were well developed and—

Riley’s train of thought was interrupted. It only lasted a split second but he could have sworn Hendrix thighs had just grown. He was staring and then they had doubled in size. Before they had been comfortably contained in the gym shorts, but now the shorts were tighter. 

“Yeah, I guess I do work out a lot,” Hendrix stated. 

Workout? Did Hendrix work out? Sure Riley had just been thinking the opposite, but his mind, unable to decode what it had just seen, was having trouble accepting it now. People don’t just grow. And hadn’t Bohdi been the one who brought up the skinny jeans, then talked about muscle?

“Ooo,ooo” Hendrix banged on the lunch table excitedly, even catching the attention of some of the other guys at the table.  “You guys are going to love this! The bank keeps calling me to give me compliments…. They say I have an ‘outstanding balance.’” Hendrix laughed and a couple of other boys snorted. Riley was only half listening, bringing his eyes up to pretend he was invested. Though the moment his eyes lowered he saw thighs blown up to the size of huge ham hocks. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Man, that joke was weak.” Bohdi stated, ”Riley, give us one of your dad’s other jokes to show Hendrix how it’s done. He can at least tell a good lame joke.”

“Oh um,” Riley perked his head up.

“Putting poor Riles on the spot?” Emil stated, with a smug grin, “Is this because him, you, and Unique are like a throuple?” Emil only used that stupid nickname for Riley when he had something up his sleeve.

Bohdi rolled his eyes, not dignifying Emil’s statement with a response. A throuple wasn’t that unheard of in this day in age.

“My dad loves saying this one, ‘I used to hate facial hair…but then it grew on me’.” As Riley expected, Hendrix laughed on cue. What he didn’t expect was for a giant laugh to escape Bohdi’s mouth. Bohdi quickly covered his hand over his mouth. 

“Aww even laughing at your boyfriend’s terrible jokes.” Emil was reveling in his new knowledge. Riley softly elbowed him in the ribs,as a sign to cut it out. 

“It wasn’t that funny,” Bohdi said in a low voice as if he was talking to himself. Then his hand was back over his mouth preventing another giggle.

“Nonsense! Riley’s hilarious.” Hendrix slapped Riley on the back. His palm was so strong the momentum sent Riley forward straight into the table. Riley’s face planted into the table and the students who witnessed it laughed. Picking his head up, Riley touched his nose that felt a little sore.

“Hey, that’s not cool!” Emil said, taking on a much more serious cadence, eyes hardening at Hendrix.  All the light-heartedness he had talking to Bohdi vanished.

“Yeah friends don’t do that.” Bohdi had found reprieve as even his laughing fit was killed by the anger behind his eyes. 

“What, no guys I didn’t do that on purpose. I pat Riley on the back all the time.” Hendrix stopped and looked at his hands. “Maybe…I forgot my own strength.” 

Riley wasn’t upset. NO in fact he was staring at the same thing Hendirx was. Hendrix’s palms were massive. They didn’t look like hands that belonged to a high school senior. Hendrix’s hands were more fitted to a professional baseball catcher. Hands wide enough to encapsulate the entirety of another human’s head. The two boys locked eyes. There was a quiet understanding between them.

“Riley, I’m sorry. Let me take you to the nurse.” Hendrix offered. He stood up and his body shot towards the sky. The growth started from his legs, as inches simply appeared, then his spine followed suit separating the hem of his shirt from the shorts waistband.  Riley’s mouth dropped open and he turned to look at his friends. No one said anything. 

“Okay,’ Riley stood up.

“First, you’re telling bad jokes now, you’re taking him to the nurse. Didn’t know there was another Mr. Fern at school.” Emil said easing up on their friend. 

“No need to make things up though,” Bohdi added. “We know you’ve been working those arms since middle school.” When Bohdi spoke those words Hendrix’s arms began to pump up. Before they had simply contained mass on account of how large he was. Now however, his biceps triceps and shoulder muscles seemed to dance under his skin contorting. They were sculpting themselves into shape, creating their own definition.

“Heh, yeah I guess I have.”  Hendrix stated.

“Don’t forget that massive rack, either. People can see your chest coming from a mile away.” Emil said happily. Hendrix’s chest pushed out the exact moment the email was done speaking. His borrowed gym shirt was under attack from his upper body.

“Let’s go to the nurse now.” Riley cut his friends off, standing up.

“Right!” Hendrix’s attention shifted. He stepped closer to Riley and put his hands on the side of Riley’s head. Hendrix softly maneuvered it looking for any scrapes or bruising. “Nothing too bad.”

“Hendrix, I already have one dad. I don’t need another.” Riley stated. Hendrix stepped back embarrassed and headed out the cafeteria as Riley grabbed his book bag and followed him out.  Riley did briefly wonder where Hendrix’s book bag was. He had noticed it at the lunch table. 

As they walked down the hallway, Hendrix led the way. Riley walked behind with a full view of his friend.Oddly, Hendrix took up most of the hallway when he walked down the middle of it. His shoulder’s began to tremble as Riley heard the same stifled laughter from. Hendrix slightly turned his head back, “Riley, Did you hear about the man who was buried alive… It was a GRAVE mistake.” During the punch line Hendrix’s voice took a deep dive into low octaves. When Hendrix laughed at the joke Riley noticed Hendrix’s voice wasn’t going back either.  

Riley had been happy to get out of the lunchroom. It appeared as if their friends were causing Hendrix to change with every word they spoke. However now that they were out the changes hadn’t stopped. Riley’s eyes wandered Hendrix’s back down to his ass. It was rather flat for someone who was built like a tank everywhere else.

Hendrix stopped walking as he shot and ar out to rest it against the lockers. Riley, not paying attention, walked right into his back. Hendrix didn’t budge an inch. When they collided, there was a muffled POP-like sound as Riley was physically pushed back by a bubble butt that appeared on his friend.

Mouth agape, Riley had no idea what to say. Did he make an ass appear on Hendrix with a thought? it wasn’t just an ass. It was a man’s ass  Big, breathtaking, and bodacious. Riley knew a great ass when he saw one and Hendrix had it. Half of Hendrix’s ass cheeks were hanging out of the gym shorts, while the rest were being swallowed up between his buns. Hendrix reached back and tried to pull the shorts out of his crack. There was only a little the fabric could provide him with booty shorts. Then again hadn’t Hendrix always been this way? Blessed with a huge backside. It let everyone know he was a man. No, it was further than that people knew he was a–

Riley shook his head, “You grew. You changed.” he found himself able to say it. His thoughts were trying to convince him it had always been the case. But he knew better. And once he said it. The voice in his head saying otherwise stopped. 

“I…I think I did.” Hendrix admitted, “but it doesn’t feel like I did. As a matter of fact I think I’ve always been this way.” Hendrix said those words and turned to face Riley. Hendrix’s stature had changed. There was confidence carrying himself. He took his hand off the lockers, revealing a slight dent.

Hendrix looked like he had stepped right out of the 1980’s with his clothes. Though they were the standard gym uniform they now resembled a crop top and short-shorts. It left Hendrix’s midsection on full display, where abs had taken residence. Riley hadn’t even noticed when that happened. “Come on, to the nurse’s office kid.” Hendrix waved his hand, spinning on his feet, ass pretty much out. Thankfully no one else was around to see the shameless display. Not that they’d notice. 

When they got to the nurse’s office. She wasn’t there. No surprise… Why did school nurses always seem to be gone when students need them? 

“You should lay on the bed,” Hendrix suggested. Riley did as suggested. His head was pounding not from pain, but from trying to understand the situation. As he laid his head on the pillow he turned to Hendrix. His friend’s face was sitting on some foreign body. A man’s body. Well not just a man’s body. There was another word his mind was looking for, but couldn’t grasp. 

Hendrix suddenly gripped the side of the metal chair he was sitting in, spreading out his legs. Riley would have asked what was happening, but he could see it! Right in the epicenter, between Hendrix legs a bulge was forming. It became so prominent Riley could make out the outline of Hendrix’s penis. Completely flaccid at first all, Riley could do was marvel at its size. Hendrix’s manhood demanded more room, but the school gym shorts had nothing else to give  Once Hendrix cock started to get hard it was game over. A dark forest of pubes were revealed as his pants and underwear were pulled down by the length of his cock. A cock which seemed to point directly at Riley.

Meanwhile Hendrix’s hands had released their grip on the chair and wandered up to his chest. Roaming under his shirt, his fingers had quickly found his nipples. “Mmmm…” Hendrix’s moans got lower as his testicles continued to develop.His Adam’s apple bobbed against his thickening throat. Hendrix leaned his head back over the chair, out of Riley’s view, just as his face began to morph. Viens rose to the surface of Hendrix’s neck pulsing and pumping blood. Each pulse caused Hendrix’s jaw to stretch wider and grow. His chin took on a strong box shape. 

Two glorious pecs popped out the underside of the gym shirt. They hadn’t even been aided by Hendrix’s hands, their sheer size had forced the shirt to ride up. Both nipples were pointed downward, leading the focus back to Hendrix’s cock. There were a few strands of hair poking out  between the middle of his pecs. As Hendrix played with his nipples, the few chest hairs turned into more. The hair spread out taking over his pecs, covering them. Next, hair appeared in the divide between the abs and crawled down to his waist. 

SNAP

Whatever elasticity Hendrix’s underwear held, it had finally been defeated, though the shorts were still hanging strong. “THIS FEELS SO…GOOD,” Hendrix said between heavy breaths. 

Riley didn’t know what to say.“Is this a prank?” He asked, “Some joke?” Why would his friends pull a trick on him and why make it so hot? 

Hendrix lifted his head back up. His boyish features were wiped clean. There was only the strong visage of a man. His black hair had become stylized and slicked back, with one curl hanging down. He took his right hand off his nipple and grabbed his entire right peck. “Oh, I’m definitely a joke. A big, fucking joke.” It sounded sexy, but Hendrix had a goofy grin on his face. The man rolled his hips a few times before his cock pistoned through and the short’s seam ripped apart completely leaving him pantless.  “But what kind of joke am I?”

A sexy one. Is what Riley wanted to say, yet he knew that wasn’t the answer Hendrix desired. What kind of joke was Hendrix? He was large, handsome, powerful, and in charge. He was a manly joke through and through.  A great set up with a strong punchline. A man’s joke. A man. No a–

“Dad?” Riley answered unsure.

Hendrix gave a smirk; Riley had gotten it right. ”Not just yet.” Hendrix reached down and began stroking his cock. “Tell me again Riley, when does a joke become a dad joke?”

Riley stammered as he watched the shameless display in front of him, unable to question it. Not that he truly even wanted to. “When it’s…,” Hendrix’s grip got tighter as he stroked faster, “it’s… it’s,” Riley couldn’t get it out. Hendrix lifted his ass off the seat, stroking himself several inches above it. “A…a,” the words in Riley’s mind refused to come just so he could watch longer.

Hendrix stood up kicking the chair off to the side. He strolled over to the nurse’s bed. A strong Latino –MAN now–  stood beside Riley jacking off. If he was a joke, he wanted to know how he’d get to the next level? Riley knew that was the question Hendrix wanted answered. He could see the desire and want in Hendrix’s eyes. 

Hendrix needed to hear it. He was so much of everything a man, but was missing one vital piece in this specific equation. He wasn’t a dad. And to be a dad he needed to be…

“Apparent.” 

A deep laugh came out of Hendrix. Cum fired out of his cock and hit Riley square in the face. It kept cumming. Thick heavy loads. Try as Riley might, he couldn’t wipe it off. All he could hear was Hendrix’s laughter as everything went white, before fading to black.

Riley dreamed. He dreamed of a black void. All he could hear was Hendrix’s adult male voice repeating, “When does a joke become a dad joke?”

Somewhere in that endless, yet strangely soothing loop, Hendrix’s voice was joined by another. The second voice was familiar and warm. Hendrix’s voice faded as Riley heard his dad repeating the joke with the punchline clear in his head.

Then Riley woke up in the nurse’s office. He tried to remember why he was there. Hendrix had slammed his face into the table pretty hard. That part was clear. They walked to the office. THen what? Riley saw his book bag in the corner, but none of Hendrix’s things. Did the dude just leave him here? He couldn’t even wait for the nurse to show up?! What if Riley had a concussion or something? Riley got out of the bed grabbing his book bag and walking out. He was definitely going to chew him out for that.

Riley thought he’d have to rush to class, but it was still his free period. Had any time passed since he went to the nurse’s office? What time DID he leave the lunchroom to go to the nurses office? He stormed out and headed back to the cafeteria. He found Bohdi and Emil still sitting at the lunch table,  except Emil was now sitting across from Bohdi. Riley grunted to himself  He probably had hit his head harder than expected if he couldn;t even remember the seating arrangement.

He slammed his book bag on the ground and sat next to a laughing Bohdi. His friends turned to face him. 

“What’s up with you?” Emil asked, raising his head off the table. “ Your face looks like it got stuck sucking on sour candy.”

“Oh hardy-har.” Riley said dryly. “Freaking Hendrix left me in the nurse’s office by myself and I passed out.”

“Let me guess, the nurse tried to claim you were there to skip class when you woke up. Don’t worry, it happened to me before too.” Bohdi interjected. 

“What? No, she wasn’t even there. I’m upset because I  hit my head and could have been seriously hurt and Hendrix left me.”

“You keep saying, Hendrix.” Emil sat up in his chair. “Who is that? Are they a new student?”

“Hendrix.” Riley stated. His friend’s faces showed no change or acknowledgement.  “Come on guys, Raul Hendrix? Plays the guitar, family from Venezuela, he wears a lot of black.”

“Dude, the only Hendrix we know is Francisco Hendrix. And no one calls him ‘Hendrix’…that’s just weird man.” Emil commented. His eyes went to Bohdi, “I think your boyfriend hit his head harder than he knows, you should kiss it and make it better.” He gave a shit eating grin.

Riley got the notion his friends were subtly telling him he was taking it too seriously. Why else would Emil harp back on the throuple thing. Other than the fact, Emil could be a lil shit sometimes. Riley threw his hands up, “Fine, maybe I’m up my own ass.” He grabbed his book bag, sat it on his lap and sunk his face in the back of it.  Turning his head slightly, he asked Bohdi, “What were you laughing about before I came in?”

“Your terrible kissing skills.” Emil said.

Bohdi picked a piece of food off  his plate and flung it at Emil. Though Riley couldn’t see it he heard Emil’s ”HEY!” 

“Ignore him.” Bohdi turned back to Riley, “When you walked in, I just started thinking of that joke you said.”

Riley arched his eyebrow, “The ‘apparent’ one from this morning?”

“No, no ”, Bohdi waved his hand dismissively. “The facial hair one. It really got to me for some reason.?

That joke? That was funny? Riley didn’t get it. What was with his friends finding his dad’s jokes funny. He could admit his dad might have a solid good joke once or twice a month but most of the time they laughed at the absurdity of the jokes, how obvious the punchline was etc. To engage with a joke this earnestly wasn’t really their thing.

Someone slammed their lunch tray on the table, next to Riley. Riley jumped in response and looked up to see a pissed off student wearing a  football jersey. It was the school’s jersey and the guy filled out every inch of it. He wasn’t just a fan of the team he was ON the team. Riley was  sure of it. The strange student slammed his ass, quite the eye catcher Riley noted, onto the seat.

“Fucking, Ms.Morrison gave me detention.” The guy said.

“For what?” Emil asked. That got Riley to raise his eyebrows. He’d never known Emil to talk to any jock that wasn’t Bohdi, unless it was about his recreational services. Emil always said it was easier to deal with student athletes if he didn’t have to actually interact with them at school.

“Don’t laugh, but she thinks I purposefully asked to go to the bathroom, solely to skip her class.”

“Did you?” Bohdi asked 

Now Riley was confused. He may not have known all of Emil’s “clients,” but he certainly knew Bohdi’s athlete friends. Riley had never once seen this guy. 

“Let’s chalk it up to “weird shit that happened today’.“ Emil chuckled before pointing to Riley. “ He claimed you left him in the nurse’s office…oh wait I’m sorry not YOU Francisco, but some other Hendrix.”

Riley was stunned to hear Emil’s words but when he turned to look at the stranger’s face something clicked. No, he certainly wasn’t the Hendirx in the nurse’s office. The football player’s face was too squarish and strong for the image Riley had in mind. The kid in Riley’s mind was lean with a thinner face dressed in dark clothes. Francisco however had on his sky blue and white football jersey and blue jeans. 

The other Hendrix whose first name was escaping Riley at the moment, wouldn’t be caught dead in bright colors. Something was definitely off. There was something almost androgynous about the other Hendrix, where Francisco  was undoubtedly masculine.

But hadn’t Francisco always been that way? He got it from his dad. Just another sign that amazing genes should always be envied. Francisco and his dad were filling Riley’s mind ,pushing the mystery Hendrix to the background. Francisco dad was…was… wait, what was Hendrix dad’s full name? Riley felt he was on the verge of connecting a thought.

“Are you guys still coming to my dad’s show tonight?”  Francisco asked. Riley figured Francisco  was purposefully ignoring Emil’s remark. It sounded like he was waiting for someone to take the bait and  Francisco  swerved on him. 

“Of course, I don’t want to miss that. After all, Riley’s sleeping at my house after the show.” 

Emil’s mouth dropped, “ You know what that mean.”’ he wiggled his eyebrow before receiving a swift elbow, courtesy of Bohdi, to the ribs.

—’

The rest of the day went on like a daze. Riley knew he went to class, finished up the school day. He returned home, had a talk with his dad. They watched some TV together. Riley even did his homework to enjoy the rest of the night to the fullest. Yet Riley could not recall a single concrete detail. What had his teachers gone over? Him and his dad hung out, did his dad tell another dad joke? Heck, what did Riley even write for his homework?

Then Riley found himself at the music venue. It wasn’t until he walked through the doors he felt like himself again. The place looked more like an upscale cafe. A real hipster type area. Men and women, dressed for some poetry type reading. Riley had expected a rock concert.  Who knows why? Mr. Hendrix wasn’t that type of guy. 

“Hey, over here!” Bohdi’s voice called out in the crowd. Riley smiled upon spotting Bohdi, with his arm around Unique. There were a few glares at Bohdi’s shouting but the teens ignored it.  As they closed the distance Bohdi was laughing while Unique rolled her eyes.

“Please stop telling him dad jokes. He’s been repeating them all afternoon.” the tired expression on Unique’s face said it all. “He even just said one at the table with everyone else.”

“Emil appreciated it at least, and didn’t embellish.’ It was Bohdi’s turn to roll his eyes. “I told her three jokes. Including the one at the table”

“Four!” Unique stuck up a finger, “ Five if you consider the fact you told me the facial hair one twice.”

“Did I? My bad It’s just so funny I must have forgot.” Bohdi said.

“Guess we’ll have to put my dad in pun jail for crimes against comedy,” Riley kissed Unique on the cheek, but before he could kiss Bohdi he stopped. There was a little discoloration mark on Bohdi’s cheek. 

“You got a little something right here,” Riley wiped, but the mark didn’t disappear; it spread. in fact it was on the other cheek as well. The darkened area  wasn’t on his skin but under it. 

“Did you get it?” Bohdi asked. He must have noticed Riley’s eyes move across his face, because then Bohdi dragged his hands along both sides down to his chin. “Better?”

 Unique looked at Bohdi, “I don’t see anything.”

Riley realized that was probably because Bohdi had spread the entire thing across his cheeks and skin. Bohdi leaned forward and kissed Riley on the lips. Riley laughed as he felt a prickle against his face. When Bohdi pulled back he had a very visible 5’o o'clock shadow. It clicked, the dark marks were  hundreds of black hair follicles under Bohdi’s skin. Which of course he had. It was only natural for boys on the journey to becoming men to have such an obvious sign of burgeoning masculinity.

That wasn’t right. Bohdi’s face was smoother than a baby’s ass. He didn’t even grow peach fuzz yet. There was no way he could be sporting darker than that. Though the longer Riley looked, the more he was disproved, as if Bohdi’s facial hair gene had activated all at once. 

“Hey don’t leave me out.” Unique grabbed Bohdi from under his chin, turning him towards her as they made out. Riley got a better view as now he could see scruff on Bohdi’s face as they made out. Was Unique really not going to say anything? Couldn’t she feel that against her face?

“Let’s go sit with the others,” Unique said, finally pulling away. Riley didn’t know the others were already there and followed the couple towards the front of the venue. Emil and Francisco were sitting at a table with a few of Unique’s girlfriends.

“Geezus, we all thought you guys were going to start fucking on the floor.” Francisco smiled and gave Riley a bro-hug.  Riley had to admit, he was surprised it wasn’t Emil who had gone for the joke. When he glanced and could see the smug look on Emil’s face though, a real ‘see I’m not the only one’ look.

There weren’t enough seats for everyone so Unique opted to sit in Bohdi’s lap.

The lights in the venue dimmed leaving one spotlight with a mic and stool. Mr. Hendrix stepped out of the darkness and into the stage’s light, wooden guitar in hand.  He placed it on his body as people cheered and a few snapped their fingers. This was not the atmosphere Riley expected. He thought the cheering would be a bit more wild and the people less cultured. Why, though? 

Mr. Hendrix took a quick look behind him, as if he expected other people to be there. However his band wasn’t here tonight, it was his solo show and everyone knew he was famous enough to carry the spotlight on his own. Or rather take up the spotlight. The shadow he cast on the stage’s backdrop was immense just like his body. Hair neatly combed and slicked with a curl hanging down. It was a familiar look to Riley, made it ponder then it hit him. Mr. Hendrix looked like a handsome hispanic superman. That strong jawline of his, recently shaven of its black stubble,only furthered that image. 

Mr. Hendrix may have had the body and posture of superman but his clothing style was more reminiscent of Clark Kent.  He came out in a white cashmere turtleneck sweater that hugged his body tightly. His biceps pushed the sleeve to its limits, but it was really his chest where one could see the wide berth his pecs needed to simply exist. It appeared as if his body threatened to burst through with every movement,  but the sweater never gave way. Then there were his brown Khaki’s that truly displayed his ass, like the proper shelf it was. Mr. Hendrix sat back on the stool letting one foot stay connected to the stage. 

“This first number goes out to my son.”  Mr. Hendrix spoke into the mike.

“Dadddd.” Francisco whined from the audience.

Mr. Hendrix smirked. That was exactly the reaction he was aiming for. He began strumming along his guitar. His voice was smooth and calm. Throughout the song Riley looked back and forth between father and son. They had a lot of similarities. The strong face, muscles, easy to see what Mr. Hendrix had passed down. 

The only thing throwing the song off was Bohdi’s chuckle at Hendrix’s interaction. It didn’t go away even after the audience laughter died down. Though even Emil gave an extra chuckle. Bodhi kept it light but it was easy to hear for the people at the table . Bohdi squirmed in his seat. Small at first, but then stealing Riley’s attention away from whatever puzzle Riley’s mind was trying to solve about Mr. Hendrix. Only made more obvious, by the displeasure on Unique’s face as her ‘seat’ couldn’t stay comfortable. 

“Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom.” Bohdi quickly got up and let her have the chair. Unique motioned for Riley to follow him. Though Riley would have preferred to continue his own internal debate of how hotter Mr. Hendrix could be if he dressed sexier.

When Riley got to the restroom, he found Bohdi standing in the middle of it trying to unfasten his pants. “What are you doing?” Riley stepped inside.

“My nut’s, it’s like Unique was crushing them.” Bohdi complained as he pushed down his pants. His boxer briefs came into view, red with a navy blue waist band, properly displaying his bulge.

“Well there’s your problem,’ Riley sauntered over. “Your underwear is too small. Look at how it’s bunched up.” He stuck his fingers up the leg holes of Bodhi’s underwear and pulled them down. However Bodhi’s thighs wouldn’t allow them to stretch down any further, so it rolled back up  “They look tighty-whities. Your dick is taking up most of the room. Why would you put on small underwear anyway?”

“Dude, I swear it was fine this morning.” Bohdi stated. 

Riley grabbed the waistband and tugged his underwear down. Bohdi’s cock came spilling out and Bohdi threw his head back, in relief. No more tightness. Riley was trying to figure something out. He could have sworn Bohdi was hard, but the cock in front of him was entirely soft. No, he had to be seeing things. Riley dropped to his knees. He had seen Bohdi’s cock even more than Emil and Francisco could probably even guess. There was no doubt Bohdi’s cock was larger–Riley took it in his hands–heavier too. Then there was Bohdi’s balls. They were larger, lower, and hairier. 

Cupping them in his hand, Riley studied them. At once they both pulsed in his hand and grew larger. Riley fell back on his ass, shocked.

“What–What the fuck was that?!” Bohdi had been watching. Before he could go on a rant, Bohdi snapped his eyes and started to moan. “My balls, they’re so full, what is this!” Bohdi’s nuts grew again and dragged his sack down. “Oh my god, it’s too much.”

“Too much what?” Riley asked, warily getting back to his feet.

“Testosterone!” Bohdi called out. On cue Bohdi began to grow. In the fucking bathroom. His legs changed first, starting with his thighs getting thicker, then they elongated evening him out. Bodhi’s arms followed suit as veins from his bicep to his hands pumped growth across his body. His muscle danced and gyrated underneath the skin seeking room for expansion. And when it couldn’t find it, simply willed more space into existence.

Bohdi’s pubic hair bloomed into a proper bush. Hair began to appear on his forearms, then  thighs, and Riley was sure it went lower beneath his pants. Bodi’s facial hair continued to grow throughout the process. A small mustache formed quickly poofed out denser,  until he had a month’s worth of a  full beard. 

Riley slowly walked towards Bohdi. How did facial hair just appear on a person? Riley was getting a strong sense of Deja vu. Every fiber of his being was telling him to run away because of that, but Riley refused. This was the boy he loved. RIley was going to stay. He gently reached out and grabbed Bohdi’s right hand which was still growing in size. 

Bohdi slowly opened his eyes and saw Riley. The growth stopped. The two smile at each other before Bohdi spotted the large boner Riley was sporting. “What happened?” Riley asked, looking at himself, especially his larger cock and balls hanging about. 

“You grew. In fact you look like a college kid now. Riley had witnessed Bodhi go from twunk to otter in a matter of minutes. Riley lifted up Bohdi’s shirt slightly, there was hair growing up his abs and around his pecs. Speaking of which, they had nearly doubled in size. Riley found himself  subconsciously grabbing at them. 

The two locked eyes with each other. Strange, Bohdi had a few inches on Riley now. They had always circled the same height growing up. Then able to kiss each other directly. However, the soccer star was 6’0 ft now, if not over. Riley though found himself moving his lips closer to Bohdi’s until the two were in a kiss. There was an immense masculine energy radiating from Bohdi that Riley couldn’t pull away from. He was drawn into it like a black hole. They kissed and made out.

A laugh Riley’s laugh. Bohdi looked at him curiously. “Your beard tickles dude.” Riley knew Bohdi had never had a beard, but he also sensed Bohdi always had. But why would Riley laugh at how weird it felt to kiss a guy with a beard if Bodhi had always had one. The two boys looked at each other again and they both laughed. 

What were they doing, standing in a public restroom on the verge of having sex. This was neither the time nor the place. It was just too funny , that’s what the boys realized.

Bohdi put his shirt down, pulled up his pants, and tucked his cock away. Riley stepped towards the door to make sure the coast was clear. 

“Fuck, I look like my dad,” Bohdi  moved in front of the bathroom mirror to examine his new beard. Riley noticed Bodi’s pants hadn’t been fastened, impossible with the increase in body mass.

“Please, your dad isn’t this hot,” RIley turned around.

“Can you take me home? I don’t want Unique to see me like this.”

“Okay, I’ll text them: you aren’t feeling well,” Riley said. The two snuck out from the bathroom to the outside of the venue with Bodhi leading. Riley took one last look at Mr.Hendrix singing on stage. A huge man, bulging in such a nice looking sweater and pants, all while singing. Who would even believe that, it sounded ridiculous? So comical, a joke. But what a handsome joke. The door to the venue shut. 

Riley walked to his motorcycle where Bohdi was waiting.  Riley went into his lockable panniers and retrieved hsi helmets. The two put on their safety wear and were off. For Riley it was a strange sensation, having such a larger guy behind him. While they were making their way back, Riley could have sworn Bohdi continued to grow while wrapped around him. Bohdi’s grip got stronger, tighter and his frame encompassed Riley completely. 

 They reached Bohdi’s house, and as they walked to the front door, removed their helmets.

Bohdi lead the way, keys in hand “Next time, don’t you think we should wear knee pads and elbow pads too?” He stood on his side so he was half facing Riley.

Riley snickered, “Who are you, my dad? I only wear those if I know I’m driving really fast. Nowhere in town is worth putting those things on. Heck, let’s be happy I even wear the helmet with the neck pain and how it limits my head movement.” 

“Yeah, well still I think it’d be safer…” He turned his key and pushed the door open. Bodhi was only inside a moment before Riley was on him, their lips locked. Riley had moved Bodhi further back  in with a soft hand on chest. Once satisfied with the distance, that hand clenched into a fist grabbing Bodi’s shirt and that pulled him down into the kiss. Riley used one of his legs to kick the front door close. They let their helmets fall to the ground. Riley did flinch internally at that. Shit was expensive. But he was also too horny to act on it now. Normally, Riley and Bohdi couldn’t keep their hands off each other when alone, but tonight everything was cranked up. These weren’t normal teen hormones. Bodhi didn’t even look like a teen anymore. He was a true young man. 

“Maybe it’s young adult hormones then?” Riley thought laughing in his head. That laughter found its way out as Riley couldn’t take the endless face mashing with Bhodi’s beard. He put his hands on the side of Bodi’s face holding him away. “Okay this has to go,” he ran a finger along Bohdi’ beard.”

“You mean shave it..now.” Bohdi asked, eyes going wide. Then his voice went low “but I’ve never shaved before.”

There was a twinkle in Riley’s eye. He was no expert but he knew his way around the basics. Soon he had them doth down to their underwear standing in Bohdi’s upstairs bathroom. The two poked and prodded each other, causing giggles. An act of true teenage boys only betrayed by  Bodhi’s manly visage. Bohdi was filling up his underwear the same as before, it wanted release. 

Riley however was being too much of a coy horndog. He wanted to look, but not go there,  at least not yet .

Bohdi had his own unused razor tucked away in the bathroom cabinet.  Bohdi claimed he’d never seen it before. Riley wasn’t fooled that easily, his boyfriend had nothing to be embarrassed about if he hadn’t grown hair before. Though it didn’t make more sense that Bohdi had always had a razor, after all he was a hairy dude. Riley felt his thoughts drifting, he shook his head. That made no fucking sense, after all it was a new razor. Riley knew him and Unique we’re going to have a laugh about this.

Riley told Bohdi the basics. Then Riley found himself to be the one applying shaving cream all over Bodhi’s cheeks. An extremely foamy brand. Riley couldn’t help but go a little crazy. Bodhi was soon sporting a faux viking beard made out of shave cream. Riley’s eyes drifted down, the hair on Bodhi’s chest looked like it had spread out more, but that was ridiculous. A trick of the light, no doubt.  Riley brought the razor up to Bodhi’s face and began to shave. They tried not to look each other in the eyes; Riley didn’t want to accidentally knick Bohdi. Any eye contact would evolve into laughter, maybe at the intimacy of the act, or at the fact Riley’s hard cock was pressed up against Bohdi’s inner thigh, pointed straight forward. Riley’s black boxer briefs were tented, testing the elasticity. Neither boy said, one thing as they let their cocks graze each other’s bodies. When they were the same height, their cocks would practically kiss each other.Things were different now. Riley pressed his hips forward pretending he was unaware, Bohdi spread his legs slightly and let Riley’s cock slide in between his thighs. 

The distance was absurd for shaving but the boys knew it was just an excuse at this point. Riley tried hard not to think about how he could feel Bohdi’s heavy balls and cock rested on his boner. Riley carefully dragged the razor along Bohdi’s cheek. As the foam came off, Riley was surprised by what he saw underneath. Hidden under the foam, there was a jawline, sharp enough to challenge the razor.  Riley looked to the other side, He had been so busy dry humping Bohdi, he failed to notice him and the razor had sculpted a new lower face. Gone were Bohdi’s round head and cherub features; now he had a more rectangular look to his head. 

Riley stared at the razor in his hand. The foam on the ground. The sink. Where was the beard hair? 

“Holy shit is that,me?” Bohdi stepped toward the mirror, he leaned forward resting his right hand  against the sink, while his left one examined his face. “Feels like I haven’t seen this face forever. Smooth as a baby’s bottom.” His finger ran along the left side of his jaw, then the right. He stuck out his tongue, contorted his eyebrow, testing his face. Then Bohdi’s voice came out low, as if speaking to himself, “I used to hate to like facial hair then it…” he didn’t finish the statement. He simply smiled at his reflection.

The way Bohdi was positioned his ass stuck out a bit, and with the talk of bottoms, Riley’s hand slowly pulled down the back of Bohdi’s underwear. Two asscheeks spilled into the world. Once formerly haireless, now sported a fair dusting of it. Riley didn’t care about that though. He loved their new size, their emmencity. 

Bohdi turned his head to look at Riley behind him. The Indian stud gave a knowing smirk and cocked his head toward the shower. “Want to continue this there? You can do my chest next.” At once Bohdi’s body grew all over, as if someone had squeezed a pump to inflate his muscles equally.  Thank god they were in a decently sized bathroom.

The entire sight was transferred straight to Riley’s dick, “I’LL GET THE LUBE!” He ran–stumbled– out of the bathroom scrambling to Bohdi’s room to find it. When he got to Bohdi’s room he thought something was off; felt larger than it should have been. No time to worry about it. Where was the lube? That was the question.  For one, it wasn’t on the king sized bed with the dark oak headboard and footboard.

Riley sucked his teeth; he could have sworn he threw it on the covers before they headed to the bathroom. He must have been mistaken thinking of something else.  The lube laying on a twin mattress with a simple pinewood frame was perfectly stored in his head. But that didn’t fit reality. Riley stepped up to the bed and threw back the purple comforter. Playing with it between his fingers, he could tell it was soft as a cloud. The sheets underneath were perfectly undisturbed. Riley put the comforter back down. He never noticed how expensive Bodhi’s room looked. His bed matched all the furniture, the dressers, the ottoman, two chairs with a chess set. Riley had to get a hold of himself, none of that was important. Not the college degrees on the wall, not  the school trophies multiplying and morphing. HE WANTED THAT LUBE. 

Clothes flung in the air as Riley scoured every dresser for it. When the hell did Bohdi get so many clothes was another question that was beginning to piss Riley off. Riley found the underwear drawer and he prayed the lube would be inside. He tossed and turned things over. He picked up a pair wondering why large compression shorts were in Bohdi’s things. Was he sleeping with another guy? No, of course not Bohdi wasn’t that type of dude. It’s just that Bohdi had started going through puberty earlier than the other boys and was more developed. Riley played with the elasticity of the waistband in his hands. Looking at the space for the pouch Bohdi was wayyyy more developed.

With a snap of his fingers Riley had it. He got on all fours and looked under the bed. Instead of being greeted by the sight of old pokemon cards there, Riley saw dress shoes side by side. Black, brown, mahogany almost a shoe rainbow. There were a few tennis shoes at the foot of the bed. Then out of the corner of his eye, Riley spotted the lube, He leaned and grabbed it. There was so much space under Bohdi’s bed now. Who knows what else was under there.

Certainly not Riley because the minute he grabbed the lube, he shucked off his underwear and skip-jogged to the bathroom. His cock led the way as he threw the bathroom door open and steam came out. He could hear the water running and Bohdi moaning on the other side of the shower curtain. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve started without me?” Riley said and got no response. He threw open the curtain expecting Bohdi to jump back, but Bohdi didn’t. Bohdi eyes were closed closed as he was leaned against the shower wall. He bit his lip, as his facial hair began to grow. The hair follicles were coming back with a vengeance, They stretched out and didn’t seem to want to stop. Above his lip his mustache popped into the place, like a fat caterpillar resting above his lips. It wasn’t the same beard as before, this one was fuller, and bushier having claimed more residence over.

The hair on Bohdi’s chest took over, giving him two truly furry man pecs. As Riley’s eyes went lower,  Bodhi’s pubic hair exploded outward like a black forest.  Down further Bohdi’s feet began to stretch; an invisible force pulled them longer. 

Riley dropped the lube. Bohdi’s eye snapped open, breath heavy, and water soaking into his  hair-covered chest. He had a sexy smirk on his face until Riley began to back away.  “Wait, I’m not the one–”

Riley was already out of the bathroom having slammed the door behind him. His Deja vu was back with a vengeance. It was like he’d seen Bohdi change before, but that was impossible. Worst of all his cock was rock hard. He needed to get away. He paused walking down the stairs. The house moved as if it was a mirage. It was like Bodi’s house was layered on top of another and someone had turned the transparency on. By the time Riley reached the bottom of the steps he forgot why he hadn’t stayed in the bathroom. He moseyed over to the living room couch. The shape wavered between a Lawson brown couch into a navy blue sectional. Riley collapsed on the chaise part, face up.

“Fucking motion sickness.” Riley said, throwing an arm over his face. That had to be the reason the world, or the house at least, was warping. Riley needed to not look. Instead he should think about how big Bohdi was. Bodhi’s early puberty development had left him looking like a grown man.  Riley’s memory was filled with Bohdi standing over all the students. Bohdi’s clothes were always several sizes too small for his growing body. On the soccer field it was like someone had dropped a burly model looking dude straight on the field. Teachers would stop Bohdi in the halls, mistaking him for a parent. 

“A parent?” Riley replayed that thought in his head. Why did that make him feel like he was forgetting something? 

“Hey,” Bohdi stood at the base of the steps, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was completely dry; finished with his shower. Riley didn’t notice he had lost that much track of time. “Why are you butt-ass naked on my couch?” Bohdi strode with a certain swagger on his hips coming to stand over Riley.

“I think you mean your parents’ couch.” Riley took his arm down. The couch had solidified as the navy blue sectional. The house had fully converted to the other version. Though many of the same pictures and ornaments hung up on the walls and mantles, there was more vacant space, places where trinkets or pictures should have been. 

Bohdi leaned over Riley. Coming in for a kiss, he trapped Riley in with his powerful arms. Nothing new there; they had both done that sort of thing before. However, Riley tended to be the initiator. Bohdi’s physically imposing presence aided in his actions. Riley was swallowed up by him, a massive muscled man. Putting up a leg, Bohdi slid on top of Riley. Riley was not going to be out done though he grabbed at Bohdi’s towel and yanked. The towel went flying as Bohdi’s cock fell onto Riley’s chest. A loud SMACK of skin meeting skin filled the air. 

“Holy…” Riley said. Bohdi’s cock had gone through another metamorphosis, It was a monster now. There was a weight and heaviness to it, which is why it collided with Riley. Bohdi’s hairy chest rested on Riley’s smoother one,as they closed the gap between their bodies. Their cocks were pressed against each other, except Bodhi’s had some freedom due to the sheer size of it.The two made out, grinding their hips into the other. Riley tried not to think about all the strange prickling sensations from Bohdi’s hair. He should have been familiar with it by now, they had been fooling around with each other and Unique for ages.

There was no chance of Bodhi’s parents coming back tonight. The boy’s exhibitionist spirits could run loose without having to worry about actually being caught. Though there was always the low chance they’d get discovered. Neither realized that chance was about to become zero. 

Bohdi’s left hand grabbed at Riley’s dick. Bohdi sat himself up, repositioning, before sitting on Riley’s. Riley helplessly watched his cock disappear between two furry man buns. Then it was gone. Bohdi didn’t wait; he immediately began to ride his boyfriend on the couch. Slow to start, but Bohdi soon found a Rhythm that came down with such force, Riley thought his hips might break. Bohdi was putting such power into his ass slamming down, without even meaning to, he simply had the muscles to do it. Riley should have been concerned about the bruising he’d possibly get, but he was entranced by the cock that swung in front of him. Using both hands Riley fittingly “manhandled” the cock and began to stroke it. 

Riley curiously looked up to see if Bohdi was enjoying it. Bohdi however had thrown his head back lost in the throes of ecstasy, Up and down he went. For a split second Riley thought he saw Bohdi’s chest jiggle a bit more. A minute passed and then Riley was absolutely sure he saw it. Bohdi’s pec’s had grown. The muscles had gained size, responding with more buoyancy. Riley found his right hand on Bohdi’s chest squeezing. Bohdi’s own hand came up and kept it there, moving it between his two jugs. 

The oversized soccer player was mumbling something. Riley focused on the words.

“ I used to hate facial hair …I used to hate facial hair, THEN IT GREW ON ME.”

Bodhi’s beard grew thicker, and a respectable distance from his chin. His torso erupted in hair, not a spot of brown skin was left, a dark coarse black pelt took over. Riley’s fingers disappeared in the  heavy darkness. Only Bohdi’s dollop size nipples remained in view. In tandem, the hair on Bohdi’s arms and legs got heavy. 

Riley’s mind was done, trying to comprehend, to compute. This was a hot and heavy MAN SEX. That was all that mattered. Who cared about the house rumbling? the walls shaking? Pictures falling to the floor? New pictures popping into place? The space on the wall rapidly filled up with awards and honors? Forget it. Riley couldn’t believe he was fucking such a hot guy.

“This has to be a joke,” Riley found himself saying with a smirk instead of thinking. 

On cue, Bohdi’s eyes locked with Riley’s, still fucking himself on RIley’s cock. “When does a joke become a Dad joke?”

“Who fucking cares,” Riley said hismind miles away. 

Bohdi’s voice dropped low and he spoke the words like an order, “Tell me, when does a joke become a Dad joke?

“When it’s apparent.” Riley answered immediately. His body shuddered and he came in unison with the man on top of him. The last thing he saw was a huge wad of cum lobbed straight at his eyes. 

Riley was back in the black void. In the distance he could still hear that domineering voice, but in front of him images played like sewn together clips from a movie reel.  Of him and his dad laughing and having a good time. His dad would say something and Riley would laugh. Riley remembered these scenes. Those were genuine laughs he was giving. Perhaps his dad wasn’t as unfunny as Riley claimed.

 When Riley opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. He stretched out looking around, Such a fancy and ornate looking house.

“Riley, what are you doing down here?” A voice asked.

Riley turned to see a man holding a coffee mug with ‘World’s greatest dad on’ it. The man was wearing an open silk purple robe with matching pajama bottoms and dark gray slippers. His large pelted torso was on display,  but much lower, a person would have to be blind not to see the imprint the man’s large cock was making in his pants. The man walked over his cock swinging along the way, Riley quickly diverted his attention.

“And where are your clothes?” the man asked.

Riley had only now noticed he was undressed. Luckily there was a towel over him. Reaching down, Riley confirmed he still had his underwear on.

The man sighed, “I’m guessing the boys did this,” the man asked as he turned back towards the staircase, “But I didn’t notice you when I came down to the kitchen. Did I want a morning cup of joe that badly? Careful Riley, I might be an addict.”  The man smiled while sipping his cup.

Riley fought the urge to ask ‘who are you?’ Instead he looked around the house. Pictures of this man and two brute looking teenagers took up a sizable portion of their walls. Other objects had the surname Kashyap engraved onto them. His eyes fell on the one thing he recognized, the name “ Bohdi Kashyap” engraved under a large trophy of a man kicking a soccer ball. 

“Bohdi,” Riley repeated.

 The man’s eyes went wide, “Riley, now you know to call me Mr. Kashyap.”

Riley was confused this wasn’t Bohdi’s dad. Mr. Kashyap wasn’t quite so… rugged.  Or was he?  Riley’s mind was trying to grasp at something… anything. His mind couldn’t formulate a thought, until he said, “I’m friends with you…r son?” Was it a statement or a question, Riley didn’t know.

Mr. Kashyap nodded his head in fake understanding. “I see you’ve got morning brain too. I’m the same. So I’ll disregard your name slip up,” He nodded towards the stairs. “I’m sure the twins are sleeping peacefully in their beds after dragging you down here. You know how they are, they love pranks. They get that from me.”

“Twins?” Riley was sure he only knew one person with the name Kashyap, but twins sounded right. They were both on the rugby team; bulky dudes. And Riley had bedded them both at the same time on numerous occasions. At least before the older one started dating, Unique and Riley got closer to the younger one. After the concert he must have crashed, then boom he was prime target for the twins mischievous natures. 

“If they give you a hard time getting your clothes this morning, let me know.” Mr. Kashyap said, and walked towards the stairs. 

“This is a nice house, ” Riley felt like he had to say something kind to make up for his utter lack of awareness. Though he was always here, why would he say it now?

Mr. Kashyap smiled on the steps, “The bank keeps calling me to give me compliments, they say I have an outstanding balance.” He continued walking up the steps. Riley watched him go and couldn’t peel his eyes away from the solid figure disappearing. 

Getting to school was a pain in the ass. The twins wouldn’t let him back into the room to change. Then when they did, they both had huge boners in their underwear, only to make Riley horny. When Riley got to homeroom he crashed. He needed to go back to sleep. Francisco came in and said hello. In front of him, sat another buff looking dude. Riley considered asking about the new student, because the guy certainly didn’t look like the kid from the day before. Ultimately Riley decided he just didn’t care enough. 

When homeroom was over, Riley was happy to leave. He had first period free. No class, no other students, nothing. He planned to go to the library, find a nice quiet section and sleep. Unfortunately what he got instead was a text from Emil asking to meet in the parking lot. 

RIley grunted as he stormed his way out the front doors of the school. Emil would probably be on Riley’s motor bike as he always was. What Riley found however was not that. Instead there was some dude in a beanie hat and gray muscle shirt, sitting on his bike. A hot view, but strangers on his personal property wasn’t awesome.

“Thank god! You’re okay.” The dude ran up and gripped Riley tightly, spinning him around.

“Woah, get off me dude,” Riley pushed the guy back. 

“Riles it me, Emil” the guy said.

Like a switch going off in his head Riley’s memory began to change. Gone was the skater boy slacker type frame, replaced by a gym bro. Though he still had his long hair albeit now hidden under the hat. His face was wider which worked in tandem with his new neck that was thicker than an elephant trunk. 

“Oh…of course” Riley muttered.

“NO, NOT OF FUCKING COURSE!” Emil said through gritted teeth. “I don’t fucking work out, you know I don’t!” 

Riley scrunched his eyebrow that also sounded true.

“If I hadn’t decided to smoke this morning I might have not realized it myself.” He put a hand to his forehead. “Have you even noticed Bodhi and Raúl are gone?”

A spark started in Riley’s brains that ignited. Those names he knew! “Oh shit, I remember,”  They were boys in his class. Yet they were no longer in his class. Just thinking about those names got his dick hard and he knew why. “They’re…They’re dads. “

“Yeah, They’re dads and they’ve been replaced by their hot sons in school. I mean here I was thinking we were all pretty alright dudes for highschool, but their sons are like sex on a stick.” Emil threw his head back sighing and looked at the sky. “They’re not the only one’s either. Some of the kids at our lunch table yesterday. I Didn’t see them in class and I think I know why now.”

“Let me guess there were ‘new’ students who had always been there?  Happened to me too. I think this guy in my homeroom is gone now.” 

“Dude, I’m not ready for kids.” He sat on Riley’s bike twiddling his thumbs, “Though the muscles are nice, and I do look hot,” convincing himself. “Any words of the wise for a doomed man?” 

“Emil this IS hot to be honest,” Riley admitted frustratingly. “But how does something like this even happen? What’s causing it?”

Emil shrugged. “All I know is I couldn’t get Bohdi’s stupid joke out of my head. I even woke up laughing about it.”

“What joke?”

“He said when it comes to guys like me it’s hard to know whether I’m better at getting people or things baked.” A smile crept on Emil’s face. He shook his head as if to remove it. “See I was on the verge of laughing and all it did was make me chuckle last night. Now I just want to…ugh” He dragged his hands down his face.

Riley sighed “You know what, let’s play hooky. I’ll tell the school; we weren’t feeling well.” Riley knew his dad would be mad as hell if he found out. Skipping wasn’t exactly Riley’s brand of ‘cool’ but he’d help a friend out if needed. He got on his bike as Emil hoped on behind him. Riley wanted to ask what was with the banana poking him, but when he thought on it realized it was more than a banana.

The moment they got to Emil’s house. Emil hopped off the motorcycle and ran to the front door jamming his keys inside. Riley however, was more content to take his time, removing his helmet. Besides, something about Emil’s house looked off. It was bigger than normal or maybe it was a trick of the light. RIley dismounted his bike and slowly moved toward the door. Was Emil’s house really like a mini mansion? 

“Dude come on,” Emil had poked  his head outside the doorway and was waving his hand frantically. Riley jogged over stepping into the house. The interior opened right into an atrium with a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Riley’s eyes went down to Emil’s frame walking into another room. However before Emil reached that room his body sprung up in height. It was only so obvious because his shirt rode up revealing his belly button.

Emil looked back at Riley, “You saw that too?” Riley nodded wordlessly. “Fuck, Fuck! Okayyyyyy,” Emil grabbed at his throat. His voice had suddenly taken a nose drive, and the deep baritone that finished the statement was unfamiliar to both parties. The two shared a look before  Emil marched into the living room. Riley was right behind him. 

Emil gestured towards the couch. “Please sit.” his voice made it sound like a command even with the word ‘please’ thrown’ in. Riley sat while Emil continued onward back to the kitchen. 

Riley’s mind was doing overtime. Emil’s house was changing and yet it was as familiar as ever. It was starting to come back to RIley. This particular deja vu had happened in Boh– Mr. Kashyap’s house! Though this time the house was already changed. Emil’s house was expansive and expensive. It always has been. The fireplace and the new coffee table were all befitting the new ambiance. A fact planted deep into Riley’s head. Riley could feel his brain accepting that fabrication. Though logically he knew Emil’s parents were modest middle class people. 

Riley heard a voice in his head warning him. That it always went like this. His friends were becoming hot dads and all he could do was sit back and watch. Only him and the person transforming were aware. Yet Emil and his weed made him remember what things should be like. Was that the answer?

Emil walked back into the room as Riley simply stared. Emil was shirtless now wearing only an apron. Emil sighed, realizing why Riley was staring “My shirt fucking burst in the kitchen. My muscles grew and my shirt went *POP*. You didn’t hear it?”

Riley shook his head; he certainly didn’t. Emil’s upper half had certainly grown; his arms were massive with pecs so large that his nipples couldn’t hide behind the apron. Riley had to keep his dick down. Emil certainly looked like a porn fantasy Riley had once, except for the gym shorts. Though the way they were barely containing that bubble, they wouldn’t last long either. 

A sweet scent wafted through the air. “What’s that smell?” RIley asked.

“Oh, I put some brownies in the oven.” Emil walked closer and leaned over, ”If you know what I mean,” he said with a wink.  After standing back upright he turned around showing off his body. ”You didn’t think I put this apron on just for the hell of it did you?” 

In all honesty, Riley had no idea why Emil would put an apron on at all, but it was nice to look at. Especially the ass. Riley was sure Emil’s butt bounced as he turned, getting several sizes larger.

There was a loud *DING*

“Ohhh the brownies are done,” He clapped his hands. “I know how much you and the boys love my brownies.” He poked Riley in the side a few times rapidly causing him to laugh. Then, Emil was gone back into the kitchen.

“What the fuck was that?” Riley poked at his own sides. He wasn’t normally that ticklish. Also how could the brownies be done? Riley could admit to losing a bit of time staring at the house but they couldn’t have been her for longer than 15 mins. Brownies would need at least 25 minutes. 

“Ready!” Emil’s voice shouted, and Riley’s head turned. Emil was standing with oven mitts on, holding the tray in front of him. He had a huge goofy smile as he began walking over. His face began to reshape starting with his lower jaw. He gained even more inches in height as his body went up a weight class in [ure muscle. Riley couldn’t tell at first if Emil was growing, or his apron was shrinking but one thing was sure. His gym shorts had disappeared. Dude was rocking it in his too tight underwear. His bulge was poking out through his apron. He sat the tray on the coffee table then reclined on the couch, with a short spin. Opening his leg he let one fall on the spine of the couch and the other move to Riley’s lap.

He had done this before. Emil getting high was like unlocking a cockhound. They had traded blowjobs and even a few kisses before. Emil’s way of laying on the couch was invitation to initiate sexual acts. However now it was like Riley was trapped between two hams, with the way his thighs had grown. Emil gave a smirk to Riley, but didn’t say anything. He reached over and plucked a brownie off the tray and bit into it. “Hmm maybe this becoming a dad thing isn’t so bad cause these brownies are the best I’ve ever made.”

Riley reached over, he was shocked the brownies were warm, but not hot. Hadn’t they just come  out of the oven? Anyway as he bit into one, he couldn’t get over how soft it was, and how his teeth sank right into them. So good, the perfect amount of sweet and… wait. Riley played with brownie in his mouth, waiting for a hint or something else. It never came. This was just a brownie plain and simple.

Emil finished his brownie as a stubble began to press out from his face. Another brownie disappeared off the tray and Emil’s facial hair started to grow rapidly. The more of the brownie he ate the darker and denser his new beard became. Emil reached for another brownie, this time hair appeared all over his body. It wasn’t dense hair but a fair dusting. A few brownie crumbs fell into Emil’s beard. He laughed, brushing it off, “You know that old saying? Used to hate facial hair, then it grew on me and all that. Makes crumbs annoying though.”

Riley stood up, “Hold on. I think I’ve heard that before.”

“Yeah it’s a classic.”

“No. I mean recently.” The connections in Riley’s brain were continuing to fade. “Do you know your house is different?”

Emil shrugged his boulder of shoulders, “Kinda, but it also feels right, you know? The bank keeps calling me to give me compliments, they say I have an outstanding balance.”

Riley rolled his eyes, he had heard that one before. He paused and it all hit him at once. A joke about facial hair, a joke about money. Those ‘jokes’ had compounded together and now Emil really was a guy with facial hair and money. Just like Mr. Kashyap …and Riley could feel his head get fuzzy again. Damn Emil’s brownies were good. He really was good at baking or whatever he had said earlier. Riley sat back on the couch, between Emil’s legs again. unsure of why he was standing. Emil ate another brownie and his beard became unruly. Very unlike the well groomed beard Mr. Karshap had or the permanent 5 o'clock shadow stained on Mr. Hendrix’s face. Emil’s beard was that of a truly “nature’s man” kind of guy.

“Is it hot in here?” Emil began to fan himself, then simply reached up and pulled his beanie hat off, except when he did his hair popped off with it. Riley rubbed his eyes. In Emil’s grasp, at the bottom of the hat, sat Emil’s hair, attached like a wig. Emil stared at it completely bald now. He tossed it over the spine of the couch. Riley never heard it plop onto the ground. Then again, he was too preoccupied with the way Emil’s body began to swell and stretch again.  Emil’s limbs got longer starting with his legs. They grew to the arms of the couch and his feet hung even beyond that.  Emil was a massive 6 ft 7 beast of a man wrapped in a cooking apron.

Riley was trapped between the steel bars of Emil’s leg; One on the spine of the couch th either leg across Riley’s lap. The second leg had to way a ton Riley couldn’t; understand how Emil could be dragging all that muscle around. However if there was one thing getting his attention. It was the tent poking up from the apron. Emil’s cock was out in the open and vulnerable. Where had his underwear gone? Who cared? Certainly not Riley. No, he was way more focused on how dry his throat felt staring at the dick.

Emil, too busy munching on another of his non-laced brownies, was defenseless as a warmth enveloped his cock. The big guy sputtered as crumbs flung from his lips onto his apron. He turned his large head down to see Riley had lodged his mouth on the cock. Emil moved if hand prepared to take Riley off, but slowly Riley began to force more of the cock into his throat. Emil paused due to the sensation. He could feel Riley’s throat opening to take him in. Except it was more than that. Even now Emil’s cock was growing to fit a man of his size, which meant it was expanding in Riley’s throat. 

It was too late by the time Riley noticed. At first it was just a tickle, then it was like the cock was digging around, carving out its own space. Riley tried to back up but his jaw was locked up by the girth.  That’s when the heaviness came, weighing down in Riley’s esophagus and bulging  his  esophagus out. Riley’s throat muscles flexed and pulsed trying to dislodge the cock out.

Emil’s hand gently wrapped around the back of Riley’s head and guided him down further. Riley couldn’t believe more of Emil’s cock was going into him. Then Riley was at the base of Emil’s cock, nose buried in Emil’s thick man-pubes. His eyes traveled up the pinnacle of masculinity, hidden behind domestication. Emil was a house husband. It was an absurd sight. Ridiculous. No, a joke.  

“When does a joke become a dad joke?” Emil asked. 

Riley struggled to speak, but the answer came automatically. The cock in Riley’s throat twitched as ropes shot off and flowed into his stomach, but it was too much For Riley. Unable to get a single breath with the cock, blocking his airways, He passed out. 

—

Riley woke up, in a black void. No, it was a dark room. His room. The lights were turned off. He sat up in bed, then went over to his door. Light from the bathroom was peaking through the crack in his room.  Riley realized he wasn’t moving his body, as it made its way to the hallway then downstairs. This was a memory. Now New Year’s day, 2 hours after the ball had fallen and his dad still hadn’t gone to bed.  Mr.Fern sat outside on the front steps with a thin blanket staring at the night sky.

“Dad, you should go to bed.” RIley stepped outside and sat beside his father.

“Me? I like to get a good look up at the stars.” Mr. Fern removed the blanket off himself and put it over his son, “What are you doing up so late?” Mr. Fern nudged his shoulder into his son. The two shared a quick laugh.

Riley shrugged, “Guess I hadn’t tortured my ears enough and wanted to hear another one of your terrible jokes.” 

“You little,” Mr. Fern pulled on RIley’s ear and pinched his cheek. The duo couldn’t stop laughing. “Instead of looking for a shooting star and wishing for world peace perhaps I should wish for you to learn to appreciate my jokes.?” Mr. Fern turned his head and pressed his hands together praying dramatically. 

Riley snorted, ”Maybe.” he said silently, and leaned onto his father’s shoulder. 

—

There was a loud groan, It took Riley a moment to realize it was coming from his own mouth. His stomach hurt. Looking at the ceiling, and the elaborate chandelier he already knew he was already in Mr. Lodson’s house. Immediately he knew why his stomach hurt. He was stuffed full of desserts. Mr. Lodson was a food pusher, but especially of desserts. 

The door to the house opened and a chorus of footsteps piled in. 

“Boys, boys” A brassy voice rang out. “I can’t believe you guys made Riley eat all this food alone while you guys played outside.” 

Riley didn’t have the strength to move his body, but anyone could tell Mr. Lodson’s overpowering voice and the sound of 4 sons marching around. One in each year of high school. Mr. Lodson and his bountiful feast were the reason his sons’ footsteps were so heavy. Every single calorie was converted into muscles in the Lodson family.

“Dad, you know once we start eating your cooking, we can’t stop.” A voice rang answered. Riley couldn’t muster up the strength to turn his head. It had to be one of those boisterous sons, talking back. 

There was more talking and movement, but it was indiscernible to Riley. He was suffering the after effects of a food coma. He didn’t know how long he was on the couch. All the voices coalesced and faded away, the ceiling turned dark. Riley sat up feeling better than ever. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. It was 11 pm on a school night! Mr. Lodson had let Riley fall asleep in his house once again. The man had so many sons he couldn’t tell Riley wasn’t one of them. Riley saw his dad had left a message.  He cursed under his breath playing it as he made his way out the house.

“Riley, when you’re supposed to be home?” The message was asked in a way to ensure it was not a question. Mr. Fern let out a long sigh, “You know even Simba was extremely eager to buy a motorcycle so that he could Mu-fasa.” Riley groaned, hopping onto his bike. His dad always did terrible stress puns when he worried and they only got worse. Mr. Fern paused before talking, “Anyway I haven’t pulled my hair out yet, just get home soon or else I’ll call the police.” Riley started up his motorcycle and pulled out of Mr. Lodon’s driveway.

Riley’s brain was wracked. How would his dad react to this? Would he be mad? Crying on the couch? Pacing back and forth in the living room? Riley wasn’t the kid that stayed out late. This was more stress than he needed. There was a tickle in his throat. Riley had a light cough. Then another. A real one. Actually it wasn’t a cough…it was a laugh.  In his head Riley could hear his father saying, “You know even Simba was extremely eager to buy a motorcycle so that he could Mu-fasa.” That was a funny joke. Not a gut buster, but it was stuck in his head. Annoying enough to stay there and not get out.

Even in the dark of the night, Riley rolled his eyes. He was giving a true genuine laugh to one of his dad jokes. His father would be loving this if he was here. Riley had to adjust himself on the motorcycle. The front was stretching away. But Riley knew that had to be nighttime playing tricks on him. Even the pedals shifted forward, aiding Riley’s posture shift. For a moment, Riley wasn’t sure if his feet could reach the new pedals, but he found them. He hadn’t noticed his legs had stretched to accommodate his new motorcycle. 

 What a motorcycle it was! The phrase ‘outstanding balance’ rang in Riley’s head. He could see it. Envisioning himself with money buying a motorcycle that reflected that. Where had he heard that phrase from? His ride became a Harley-Davidson not just a common motorcycle his father had bought from god knows where. And the names Simba and Mufasa ran through his head.

Riley’s grip ons the handles grew tighter as his body began to fill with muscles. Beginning with his chest, two bodacious pecs popped themselves into existence and continued to grow. Catching sight of it, Riley swerved off  the road, but managed to safely come to a stop at the roadside. 

“What the?” He watched as the transformation taking over his chest spread down to his arms. Riley gained more inches in height while his abs came into existence. The growth hadn’t stopped; it now flowed into his arms and legs respectively.  Riley’s ass ripped his pants straight down the middle. He could feel the night air on his bare ass all because his ass had decided to copy his chest and stand out like a shelf. Riley’s arms and legs wobble as a tingle sensation overtook him. 

Everything felt so good. Riley knew he was changing and growing.His arms swelled and the sleeves of his jacket began to rip. “Uh oh.” Riley had a tightness in his pants that was only getting worse. His thighs were taking up much more space in his pants. No way. This was hot he couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t going to stay out on a dark road. He hopped back on his bike. Down the road he went. The wind brushed past his face, soon little black streaks were cutting into his line of vision. He tried to swipe at them before realizing it was his own hair growing out from his head. Riley didn’t even understand how that was possible. He always had a helmet on to — Wait, when did he last have his helmet? — Because he certainly wasn’t wearing one right now. He heard his Dad’s voice in his head again talking about Simba and Mufasa. This time Riley laughed, a good hearty laugh. No one else was on the road. Why should he care if he was laughing at some joke? His arms and shoulders burst through the sleeves of his jacket, turning it into a makeshift vest. “Woah.” Riley said and his voice came out like a low growl. 

Riley quickly pressed a hand against his throat, he was off put by the surface of his neck being prickly. In his head he could hear,“I used to hate facial hair, but then it grew on me.” The sentence bounced around in there refusing to get out. The scruff on Riley’s face only grew longer and bushier as a result. A full beard.  

The road stretched on into a black abyss. Had the ride From Mr. Lodson’s house always been long? Instead of actively thinking about it, Riley was fighting against the desire to rub into the seat of his bike. He couldn’t help it his cheeks were becoming firmer every second leaving less room to properly sit. And that was only in the back. Riley’s cock had always been good for his size, but now it was claiming prime real estate in his pants. His penis inched up his right thigh, its outline increasing the farther he traveled down the road. 

Finally, Riley’s feet ripped through his tennis shoes. They could no longer contain the giant size soles and toes. However they weren’t bare for long as the shoes began to morph, the material fading into a complete black with the shoe strings following. The shoe traveled up. Past his ankles swallowing a portion of his now beefer legs,  engulfing them. Soon Riley was sporting a pair of combat boots.

Another voice rang in his head, “Are you better at getting people or things baked?” A smile formed on Riley’s lips. He was known to partake in recreational drug usage from time to time. And he was known to cook though baking wasn’t his strong suit like Mr. Lodson. Riley, however, was more at ease behind a grill with a “kiss the cook” apron. 

A smile formed on Riley’s lips. He was feeling amazing. Almost home. Then he spoke out the words “Simba and Mu-fasa.” He was thinking of the joke, but also of those two strong powerful lions. His hair exploded outward. No gradual lengthening this time. It was all carried back by the wind and blew gloriously. Houses lined up both sides of the street. With the change Riley had to come to a stop once more. His head was getting fuzzy. He pulled off to the side and held the bridge of his nose. 

He caught his reflection in his side view mirror. Damn he looked good. Like a proud fucking lion. There was a tingle that danced on the back of his former leather jacket. He quickly removed it. Embroidered across the back was an image of a lion made of smaller golden metal diamonds. He put the vest back on. It looked way smaller once it was on his body. He couldn’t even close it. His chest was too big. It made him laugh. What a fucking joke.

He looked away from his mirror to the houses around him. He had never been to this part of town. Must have been another affluent section of the city. The houses here were like baby mansions. How had he even gotten here? The house he was stopped in front of was the only one with the light on. There was a man inside walking back and forth in front of his window. Riley stared for a minute, squinting there was something familiar about the man, and his frantic movement… that was… His dad. Riley’s eyes got wide. “Shit, shit,” He muttered. He was late coming home. Though why was his dad in this strange house? Riley hopped off his motorcycle. His knee collided with a new helmet strapped to the handle bars.

“Where the…?” Riley grabbed it, only briefly considering its origin , before strolling up to the house.Up the path he tried to hold his laughter back, bringing a fist up to his mouth like a stifled cough. However that built up humor stayed with him. Every failed attempt pumped his chest up even further, until he just had to let it out. A strong chuckle that threatened to wake the entire neighborhood. Thankfully, by then he was already at his door. He knocked. He had to. His keys weren’t with him. His jeans were so constrictive due to his musculature he could see and feel everything in them. And the only thing he could feel tonight was his massive bulge, outlined like a concealed weapon. His cock throbbed.

What would his dad think when he opened the door? Why was Riley dressed like this? Why did he look so sexy?  Or maybe he’d laugh thinking Riley looked funny. As if it was a joke. But Riley didn’t feel like a joke; he felt immense. If he was a joke, he was a big joke. Hunkier and manlier than any joke ever told. His cock was leaking, straight down his leg. Even if he couldn’t see his face he could just feel the power and confidence radiating from deep inside him. It turned him on so damn much. Then he heard the question in his head. 

“When does a joke become a dad joke?”

On the opposite side of the door His father’s footsteps got closer. With each step Riley’s cock jumped in his pants, no longer a simple twitch. “When it’s APPARENT!” Riley answered to no one. The friction against his pants leg stimulated his cock head until the door finally opened and Riley was cumming in his pants. Spurt after spurt as the door opened wider. Then Riley found himself breathing heavily in front of the man in the doorway

“Hun, who are you shouting at? It’s late at night, who’s out there?” The man tried to peer around Riley’s broad shoulders. 

“No, I wasn’t shouting. Just remembering the end to a funny joke you told me a long time ago. Want me to remind you?“

A smile grew on the other man’s face, “You know I love a good joke, but if you laugh again you might actually wake up the kids and the rest of the neighborhood.” RIley was ushered inside. His pants had become completely dry as he  walked in the living room. “The last thing we need is people saying the Ferns are disrespectful. 

“Who could ever hate a bunch of PLANT-people like us?” He replied smugly as the door closed. Then he wrapped his arms around his husband. “Come on Mr. Fern, let’s go to bed, I’m tired.”

“Hi, I’m tired, I’m dad!” the other man laughed.

“You were waiting for that one weren’t you?” Riley eyed his husband suspiciously.

“Why Mr.Fern I have no idea what you mean…” He stepped out of the embrace, holding on to one of Riley’s arms and dragged him upstairs.

#Reality change #age progression

[thegreatstoryteller]

RPG NeverMore: Chapter 3 Normalcy

Clark and Zach were happy. They’d spent the last hour or so in bed examining every part of one another’s new bodies. Clark was amazed that they managed to fit! Alone, Clark’s new masculine form took up nearly every part of his once feminine bed. But adding Zach’s titanous frame he could hear the mattress squeal for dear life as his large feet hung off the edge.

“I can’t believe your hands are so large,” Clark smiled placing his hand against Zach, noticing how massive each finger was, before clasping his hand tight into his. “It feels like the perfect size for holding mine.”

The two once again leaned in for a kiss.  “I could hear you talk for hours on end Clark. You swear that the voice is natural? You’re not putting on some really good accent?”

Clark laughed. “I swear it. It’s as natural as breathing. I can barely fathom how to speak anyway else. Would seem undignified for some reason… almost…”

“Unknightly?” Zach offered.

“Precisely! These forms have allowed us to essentially embody our characters traits, all the good. All the bad. And everything in between.” Clark said, tracing his hands down Zach’s powerful chest. Noticing how the light hairiness felt so soothing between his fingertips, while also finding out Zach moaned whenever he felt his touch in that area.

“I could get used to your chivalrous ways Clark. I think the world will have to as well. We’re gonna be living our lives in such different ways now. I mean I bet I could organize all the books on the top shelf without the step ladder!” Zach beamed excited to explore his new life as the biggest librarian in history.

“I think you’ll have to worry about finding some work appropriate clothing first. I’m pretty sure your small sweater vest won’t fit anymore.” Clark teased trying to imagine Zach fitting into any of his XS clothing now.

“I guess not. Honestly, I don’t even know what size I am now.” He pondered flexing his muscles in front of him to envision the kind of shirt that could house his new muscular form.

“We can figure all of that out together. Imagine it like the shopping trips we used to take. Only this time we’ll both be shopping from the men’s isle. Additionally, with the aid of the financial support the game company had announced, we’ll be receiving some level of monetary compensation. Alongside all others affected by this sudden change.

“Wow. It’s hard to believe that there’s a whole population of gamers affected by this change. I’ll have to check in with some of my online friends to see what happened. I’m sure some of them are going to be certainly surprised with their changes!” Zach mumbled a bit worriedly. He wondered how some of the half humanoid characters manifested and if these changes could even be reversed.

“That’s true. I had wanted to reach out to friends and rivals too. I know Ravishlance was in the midst of some raid boss as well. Him and his party must have found themselves in equally surprising scenarios.” Clark pondered.

“Juan Marco? Yeah I’m sure he’ll be fine. He took the role play aspect quite seriously too and always lead his party closely. If anyone could handle this scenario I’m sure he could. I don’t know what he was like before this change, but I’m sure he could have any maiden he wanted!” Zach said always envisioning Juan Marco Ravishlance as real ladies man.

“Hmm… I can’t relate. My interests never laid with maidens… but rather the handsome warriors that protected them.” Clark smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

The two giggled once more kissing repeatedly until they heard the door open.

“Oh it’s your younger brother… we should probably get dressed quick.” Zach blushed. Clark nodded, but could not help get over how cute this towering tough man looked when he was afraid of such mundane situations.

They stumbled out of Clark’s room half dressed seeing Anton enter looking rather excited.

“Hey you two. Looks like you had some fun while I was gone?” he crossed his lean arms and smirked.

Zach was blushing. “What do you mean!? And why do you and Clark always smirk the same way!”

“Maybe it just runs in the family. But it also doesn’t take a maxed out intellect to see that you may have had a minor clothing hiccup.” Anton laughed.

Looking down Zach was wearing the tight leather pants that Clark had worn, while Clark had put on Zach’s huge loincloth. The two looked down mortified and blushing!

“It’s ok guys. You’re both adults and I’m glad you’re embracing your new selves. Daniel is too! Or at least embracing my new self. He said that while it was strange, he couldn’t deny he found me pretty attractive and still wants to keep seeing me! I had no idea he had a thing for jocks! Or that the age difference was something he didn’t care about as long as it was with the right person!”

“Well I’m glad he’s still a man of honor all things considered.” Clark nodded as he tried to subtly get changed out of Zach’s clothing behind the couch. “Perhaps after one of your working weeks we might all dine together!”

Zach’s new big body grumbled with hunger at the mention of food. “Is it possible to get some food now? I… wow I’ve never felt so hungry before. I feel like I could eat a horse! Literally!”

“Considering the amount of rations that your character consumed to reach full health I’m not surprised. Based on weight alone you’ve eaten more than your fair share of horses in game… the food in our kitchen should suffice… I doubt many people asking for an ID to accompany my credit card would believe who I was now.” Clark thought aloud.

Anton explained, “About that. There have been more announcements concerning NeverMore. Firstly they are aiding all local governments in providing new IDs for everyone affected. It’ll be particularly helpful to me proving that some 18 year old athlete is claiming to be in a professional position! Secondly, we’ve all been transferred money into our bank accounts we linked to the game when we bought it. So there should be plenty of money there for food AND new clothes. Pretty sure some places have a no shoes, no shirt, no service policy Zach.”

Zach who had been doing his best to slip on his loin cloth subtly blushed again before stumbling to the ground with a heavy thump.

“Wow, and with feet that big you’re going to maybe even buy some custom shoes. Please try not to break anything Zach” Anton sighed at the big barbarian on his floor. Even with their changed dynamics Anton felt like he had to look after his brother and his big friend.

Once Zach got to his feet Clark went to the kitchen and did his best to make him some food. Clark soon realize his pallet had refined… it was as if he was used to eating food accustomed to a specific time period. Roasted, boiled, and raw food seemed to go down easier than microwaved and fried food. Meanwhile, Zach and Anton ate whatever they could find in the kitchen. Anton had the appetite of a growing athlete, while Zach had the appetite of a competitive bodybuilder trying to pound back calories wherever he could!

 Epilogue!

As the days went by the three received their new funds and IDs. Getting their new photos taken was an interesting scenario as it affirmed their new identities! Though for some folks who were larger like Zach he had to bend down to be in frame for the photo. With their new funds they went shopping for clothing! Clark realized he was a fan of suits, robes, and oddly enough safety gear as it resembled his armor.  He even found a few more seductive options that he’d want to show Zach later.

For Zach he was surprised that he was trying on athletic wear! It seemed there was an innate desire to be more active. He even made some fast friends with a few local college freshmen starting college!

Zach learned quickly he would only find clothes that fit in the Big and Tall stores! With his new measurements he found that size 17 shoes were hard to come by as were any clothes. Though in all honesty, he realized he’d preferred to wear as little as possible. His barbarian instincts told him he was better off unarmored and moving! He begrudgingly bought a suit for formal occasions, as well as sweaters and polos that wrapped around his powerful frame for when he worked at the library!

Around the world people were able to transition to some sense of normalcy! It wasn’t uncommon to see hugely altered individuals with slightly pointed ears, exotic eye coloring, fangs, tusks, or even partially concealed scales! In fact, almost all of those effected began to embrace their changes as welcome!

A few weeks later

Clark and Zach were officially dating. They’d agreed to meet for dinner and had dressed up for the occasion.

Clark was dressed in a nice dress coat and suit, that outlined his physique perfectly.

Zach meanwhile was wearing one of his few sleeved pieces of clothing and fidgeting as he did.

Daniel and Anton were wearing casual white dress shirts as they’d accidentally matched the same-colored ties. Though it was cold so Daniel had lent Anton his  sweater, even if it was a bit big on him. 

“Once Anton said you were all transitioning well, I was very excited. Since I work in the mental health field I was worried about the repercussions. I’m glad none of you will need my references for certain specialists for those unwilling transformed.” Daniel admitted as a server came by.

“Would you all like some wine for the table?” They asked.

“Of course! We’ll take-“ Anton began.

“Actually, I think we’re fine thank you. My younger brother seems to forget he shouldn’t be drinking yet.” Clark teased.

“What!? Come on Clark!” Anton whined as the server excused themselves.

Daniel laughed. “He’s right honey. Your body is still in a state of development, and you said we’d both be on our new diet this week.”

“Ok, fine. The things we do for love.” Anton sighed defeated, sipping his water.

The table laughed as they exchanged stories and caught up. Clark was happy to report returning to work had gone really well! All the previous unwelcome advances stopped when a mature and powerful presence walked into the room. May mistook his legal assistance work for being an actual lawyer, which made him consider law school as a potential avenue.

Anton had the realization that his many intensive jobs were not working in his busy schedule. With the additional funds from the NeverMore gaming company, he decided he could afford to go back to college! He’d be starting over this time studying sports medicine with his new friends! It turns out providing support and physical aid came natural to Anton. It was what his character was originally built for.

As for Zach he had enjoyed going back to the library. There was a sudden decline in late book returns when the man stocking the shelves looked like a giant out of a fairy tale! He’d decide he liked his long-haired look and kept it that length. Though occasionally he would put it into a man bun. Once he was done with work Clark, Anton, and himself would head over to the local gym! They all had the knowledge of fitness to keep their bodies in fighting shape and Zach especially loved how he accidentally broke all of the gym’s weightlifting records!

“All of this reminiscing has me knackered. I’m going to freshen up before our main course arrives. I’ll be right back.” Clark smiled, breaking away from the group and kissing Zach on the cheek as he left to the restroom.

As he was washing his hands a large silhouette entered the washroom!

“By the gods. Is that you Jean-Page?” The large fit man said in an unmistakable Chilean accent reminiscent of Pedro Pascal!

“Juan Marco Ravishlance?! When I had reached out and said we should meet I wasn’t expecting so soon.

The devilishly handsome Juan Marco simply smiled. “Sadly my time here is meant to be spent with my lover for the evening. She awaits me back at the table, as we’ve just arrived.”

“Then perhaps this is fate tempting us further into our destined duel. I know we both have been itching to try out our swordplay in this world. I bet I could still parry every one of your advances.” Clark stares back intently but with excitement.

“As I recall you stumbled in our last duel and had to sign off unexpectedly. I dare say you will not be able to make this same excuse again.” Juan Marco advance using his full 6’7 frame to his advantage in this conversation.

“If I was not on a date of my own I’d challenge you right now! Though I must say he is quite a bit bigger than you in… all regards.” Clark retorts.

“Well, he must pale in comparison to my beautiful Sierra! She is the sun and moon of beauty, nothing shines brighter!” Juan Marco says defensively! The two go back and forth as they continually compliment their dates! Jabbing forth their kind words as if blades on their tongues!

Meanwhile outside a beautiful woman approaches Zach as he takes big gulp of his drink.

“Hi there. I’m Sierra. I hope this isn’t gonna come off as weird, but where do you get your lovely dress shoes? My boyfriend has large feet like you and I’ve been dying to surprise him with a nice gift.”

Zach smiles. “There’s this nice boutique that does custom jobs for any size. My boyfriend actually showed it to me! And you are wearing a lovely dress!”

“Thank you!” Sierra showed off proudly. “I actually got it at this vintage tailoring shop. I can definitely show it to you sometime. Maybe we can make a shopping day out of it!”

“I’d love that. We can even bring our boyfriends! I bet they’d get along great!” Zach smiled obviously.

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[thegreatstoryteller]

RPG (A NeverMore tale): Chapter 2 - Warrior’s Reunion

 Prologue

Chapter 1

1 Hour Earlier

Zach was confused. His computer was lagging so much! He knew his party was going to be so mad that he was late to another raid. It wasn’t his fault that his WiFi sucked. He kept jabbing his keyboard hoping to restart the program as it finally loaded! The first thing to pop on to his screen was a battlefield. And right at its center was Clark! Or.. Clara! He had a hard time distinguishing the handsome digital knight from his best friend at times.  Clara played this impressive swordsman so well, both in game and in the in game role playing they would do between quests. With her leadership and guidance, their party had seen numerous victories! She was always much better at it than he was... but he enjoyed pretending to be someone else.

He looked down at his own form. Soft, sensitive, small. He’d gotten many comments saying he was cute and had impressive features that made him seem harmless. But he never wanted that. Inside he had a strength that desired to show... really only Clark could see that.... 

The young man shook off his thoughts and charged into the game! Before long they’d won! It’d gotten so well Clark had gifted him a cool legendary weapon from their loot drops. Zach blushed and sighed with infatuation. He knew from an early age he was attracted to men... so he felt a bit guilty ogling his best friend’s avatar. Clara had design Clark Jean-Page so well. Everything from his perfectly styled hair, handsome face, and impressive body captured Zach’s attention. He’d always wished he could talk to a guy in real life.

“If only there was a guy who shared Clara’s kindness and understanding... If only I was brave enough in real life to look for that kind of guy.” Zach sighed to himself, his light tenor of a voice chirped. Certainly a handy vocal range for his church choir, not so much for asking men out on dates.

He was wallowing once more, when his computer had a strange notification. 

“Fantasy transfer to reality? What does that mean?” He pondered as he tried to close the notification, only to be blinded by an intense light emanating from his screen. Energy seemed to flow through his body at all angles. It was if liquid photons singed his skin... but in a pleasurable intoxicating way. This invigoration was like nothing he’d felt before. It was like hiking a huge mountain, feeling your muscles working in ways to accomplish near impossible goals. Exhausting, but addicting. Powerful... unstoppable... primal.... lustful!

With a roar that seemed to boil up from inside some unknown part of himself he stood and let loose all of this rage! He stood up from his chair pushing it aside vigorously, clenched his fists, and just like that the energy had faded... and his head... was pressing up against the ceiling? He knew he’d had a low 7 foot tall ceiling, but then how was the top of his head pressed against it? Where had his chair gone? In the heat of that strange moment could he have stood on it? No... his feet were planted firmly on the ground... his bare feet? Where had his socks gone?

Zach blinked a bit to reorient his vision and saw he was seeing his room from a whole new vantage point. Everything seemed so small... His bed seemed so far away and tiny... his computer seemed to be way down at his knee level... his chair... wait how had his chair been flung THROUGH his wall, halfway into the other room?

All of this paled in comparison to his reaction when he looked down. Gone was his soft dark skinned complexion no longer was he smooth or small... The body he stared down at was big and powerful. Massive pecs obscured his view as he had to look over them just to see powerful core muscled carved into each ab! Large bare feet supported two towers of absolute strength that were his legs. His sparse clothing and apparent greataxe affixed to his back immediately made him say. “Have... have I become my video game character? Am I Zyger?... and is that my voice!?”

Surprise hit Zach yet again! The words emanating from his mouth were deep and... dare he say sexy. His normal sweet intonations now came out in an almost bro like baritone! Bordering on bass in its deep register. He stumbled to his mirror trying to get used to his new huge form, but wanting more than anything to see for himself. To his impressive surprise he realized his body was huge! So huge that his normal mirror in his room was too small! The only parts of him visible at this range was  his impressive pecs, abs, loincloth (covering up an exceedingly large manhood), and his legs! He took a few steps back to see the new him and stumbled into his door... breaking it right off its hinges.

“Fuck! I... I really don’t know my own strength.  But wow... Zyger... Just like I made you... me... Gosh everything from the wildly long hair to the imrpessive muscles... and this greataxe! It.... It’s so heavy but I can wield it easily with one hand! It’s... It almost feels like I know how to use it too... I... can’t believe this... Oh shoot! Clara! I said I’d meet her soon! I... I gotta show her the new me!” Zach realized as he bounded out of his small apartment and ran off to see his best friend. 

Normally Zach was not this reckless. Normally he would’ve tried to figure out what was going on... or at least find some clothing appropriate for public. Even shoes would’ve been a rational thought to gain before running off. Strangely enough, running through the streets barefoot... felt normal. His body was built to run and fight in any terrain and his big feet seemed to know this. Not to mention he now towered over anyone passing by. 

Many gawked at the half naked man bounding through the streets! Anyone who saw him ran out of the way not wanting to be trampled! And though Zach was sorry for inconveniencing them, part of him relished in the onlookers gawking at him. He knew the days of him being overlooked and unnoticed were gone. There’s not a room big enough that could mask his presence... and he loved it!

He wasn’t sure how long he was running. But he was not even tired when he reached his destination. Zach knocked on the door like he normally did, but this time breaking the wooden barrier down accidentally. The door slamed and in a deep he apologized, “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know my own strength.” 

“Zach!?” Clark’s surprised voice replied seeing this huge familiar man break down his door.

“Clark!? You-... you changed too! I... I can’t believe it. I... it all happened so fast. One minute you’re gifting me this great weapon... the next I’m this huge barbarian... and you... you look so handsome... and.... and wow.” Zach said fumbling over his words in classic Zach fashion. The primal rage driving him here was nothing compared to years of social awkwardness around a hot guy!

“I have. And thank you for calling me Clark.. I certainly feel like a Clark now... Wow... you’re absolutely massive. Come inside and try not to bang your head on the door.” Clark teased, his accented voice charming Zach even more.

“Thanks. I’m still getting used to this new me... and your voice even sounds different. So posh and sophisticated!” Zach observed as he entered, his long hair grazing the doorway before entering. Luckily the ceilings here were larger, though he still had to walk around certain light fixtures to avoid hitting his head.

“That’s right. My voice. My body. Even the abilities I seem to now have. They all reflect exactly how I envisioned Clark Jean-Page. Even my former sister... which I guess is now my younger brother. He changed as well. Though your change is by far the biggest!” Clark nodded impressed at Zach’s form.

“Right!? When I maxed out my body’s height and strength I wasn’t expecting something like this to happen. This is like a dream come true! And... gosh... you... Clark you’re just... the handsomest man I’ve ever seen.” Zach finally admitted. He took a step closer to his best friend and was seeing him in a whole new light.

“I’m not the one who grew nearly two feet... and that body. Mine is certainly powerful but your muscles rival that of Hercules himself” Clark postured as he boldly reached out to graze Zach’s pecs and abdomen. 

Both paused looking at one another. Zach was not used to looking down on such a handsome man. Clark was beginning to realize he had a thing for tall guys. Then Anton walked in.

Hey Clark! So I talked to David and he understands what’s going on and still wants to go on our date. That’s reassuring! I’m glad he left one of his shirts here even though it’s big and Woah! Who is this?”

Anton looked way up at the towering man before him. 

“Anton. This is Zach. He came all this way here to um...” Clark blushed, hand still atop Zach’s pecs.

“I uh... wanted to see Clark and you! I mean if you were alright... Wow Anton was it? You look really good too.” Zach laughed nervously causing his pecs to bounce under Clark’s touch.

As the two nervously laughed Anton’s sibling intuition kicked in. 

“OH! Wow. Ok. I’m clearly interrupting something.I was just gonna say. I’m heading out. Gonna skip work and go straight to seeing my boyfriend. You two have fun while I’m gone.” Anton slyly smiled as he grabbed his car keys and left in his cute pink smart car. 

“Anton!” Clark complained, realizing that his sibling was always going to be some kind of embarrassing. “I’m sorry about him. I seem to have traded in my annoying elder sister for a bratty younger brother.”

“Haha it’s okay Clark. I’m just glad you’re alright. I ran here headfirst not thinking about how this change effected you. But I’m glad you seem to be embracing it... and I’m glad you like the new me.” Zach smiled.

“This new form... it certainly feels right. I love how I am right now... and I’ve always liked you Zach. Big or small. You’ve always been the best.” Clark shyly blushed as he stared into Zach’s eyes.

It was Zach’s turn to be bashful. “I... wow... I’ve... always liked you Clark... but now.. I think I.. um.. I think I want to...” Zach was leaning in closer and closer. So uncertain, but becoming so much more open minded all at once. A ferocity inside of him telling him to approach! And before he could finish the descent Clark stood on his toes and kissed  Zach.

“I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun getting to know our new selves.” Clark said after releasing Zach from the kiss and then smirking. “As your commanding knight, I think it’s my duty to make sure you’re well acquainted with your new body.”

Zach was stunned in a blush! Though as he heard those words he also smiled. “Yes sir!”

“Good now let’s see if you can use your new strength to carry me to my bedroom. I think I know your first assignment.” Clark commanded as Zach eagerly picked him up! He practically sprinted to Clark’s room and slammed the door behind him, once again, knocking it off its hinges. 

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[thegreatstoryteller]

RPG (A NeverMore tale): Chapter 1 - Brothers in Arms

Prologue

Clara…. No. Clark. Couldn’t believe it. Staring back. Reflected back.... was the face of Clark Jean-Page. The avatar of a video game character he’d spend hours playing as. Now that same face was moving, emoting, and even looking more handsome than he’d ever imagined.

“I can’t believe it. I really am Clark Jean-Page now. What the bloody hell is happening?... And why am I speaking like this?” Clark muttered placing a hand against his throat. Escaping his lips was a refine British accent that was voiced effortlessly in each word. It was as if his natural intonation was set to what Clark had always imagined his voice to sound like in game.

“This is completely strange. It’s as if I cannot stop speaking with this cadence. Trying to speak anyway else would seem like a poor imitation and completely classless at best. Let’s think of this logically Clark. You were playing a game? The screen flashed and gave you… quite pleasurable sensations…. Then I awoke to this form. Perhaps this is some fanciful dream!” Clark concluded as he pinched himself. He grunted in pain, wincing from the sting. Though he also couldn’t deny he loved the way his course skin felt. Everywhere from his perfectly sculpted stubble to his light body hair, he could feel a roughness to his form that was not there when he occupied a more feminine shape.

“Perhaps I should see just how much has changed… if this isn’t a dream after all I must understand the form I reside in. Especially if I’m to explain this to others.” Clark began as he examined his armored self. He recognized every piece of metal adorned on his body. “The breastplate of Botania, gifted from the fey forest dwellers.” Clark reminisced admiring the craftsmanship of such a legendary item as he began to unbuckle the straps binding it to his body. “And I can’t forget the Warrior king’s blade and the shield maiden’s buckler. I cannot believe such items still gleam in this world’s sun so brightly.” Holding his weapons to the sun creeping through the window, it was clear that even in this world these tools were extremely powerful. Not just that, but they still felt natural and light in Clark’s grip as if he’d been used to holding these items for ages. Countless rivalries with other players came to mind. Especially with Juan Marco Ravishlance… the spark of sparring with him once more made Clark swing his blade with expert precision before sheathing his weapon and setting it down.

Once his weapons and armor fell, his light tunic beneath was all that remained covering his powerful chest. It was clear that all of the defined muscle and body hair he’d designed the character with, was still present.  As he removed his bracers he flexed his new powerful muscles and realized he was built like some kind of pro athlete. And once that was done his tunic fell too revealing his full upper body in all its glory.

“If memory serves I’m approximately 6’0 now. Or approximately 182 cm. With my athletic build I weigh about 200 lbs, 90kg… If only those petulant peons at the office could see me now,” Clark grinned with a bit of vindication. Once being the short girl at the legal offices, she endured many unwarranted comments and jokes at her expense. However, Clark was now imagining marching into those offices towering over these people and physically showing how much stronger he’d become. That very thought struck a note within Clark. Despite the incredible changes to his form, he was accepting this oddly well. The weight of these changes felt natural and good, despite living a majority life as a different gender and size. Though a concern did weigh on his mind.  While he may be accepting of his own changes, would the rest of the world? Would his friends and family? How could he convince anyone that this strapping knight was the meek assistant many had known Clara to be?

Those thoughts were pushed aside when Clark heard an approaching voice. “Clara! Clara! Something has happened! You won’t believe it!” Bursting through Clark’s door was a young man. He was shorter than Clark and had a concerned look on his face, his pale skin and brown hair looking familiar.

“Ann?” Clark gasped, recognizing the youthful features of the squire he’d helped build for his sister… now brother?

“How did you- wait…. You’re Clara’s avatar!” Ann gasped.

“You can call me Clark now… feels more fitting. So this happened to you too Ann?” Clark said surprised.

“Anton… I feel like my character’s name fits me better now for some reason. Call me Anton. And yeah it has. One moment I’m getting changed for work and the next moment I’m in my squire’s tunic and chainmail. The iron boots were a pain to get off but when I saw myself I… I looked just like the squire in the game! I can’t believe it. I’m like a teenager again! A buff jock of a teenager.” Anton said, feeling his new abdomen.

“That’s technically true. When we built your character, we spec’d him to be the youngest age of 18, as that grants the most benefits for beginners. I suppose that makes me the older brother now.” Clark smirks ruffling Anton’s hair.

The siblings shared a laugh as Anton playfully batted Clark’s hand away. “I came running in here hoping you’d know what was going on. Also why are you talking like that?” Anton admitted, looking just as uncertain as his character did during the boss encounter. It was as if the confidence and experience Anton once had as Ann was faltering under this youthful form. Looking to Clark for guidance felt like that most efficient thing to do.

“I’m not certain. But perhaps we can find out together. I’m going to check the forums very quickly. If the rest of the Nevermore community was affected, there would be quite a few having some very vocal opinions on the matter. As for the voice. It just comes naturally I suppose. But I do sound quite dashing.”

A quick search online clearly showed that there were many players posting their online stories of what just happened. Everywhere from thick paragraphs of stories detailing their changes, to videos online showing their new bodies, the hashtag #NewBodiesInNeverMore started to trend.  Some higher ups at the NeverMore game developer side even issued a statement stating that they would help assist players encountering difficulties with their new life starting with a cash compensation for the unexpected changes.

“What’s up guys! It’s your boy DarkHunter777! And I know what you’re thinking. I’m looking a lot whiter than usual! That’s because NeverMore turned me into my video game character!”

“Hey everyone, it’s CutieCarmen and yes. I’ve become my big berserker character. Don’t worry I still plan on doing my hair braiding tutorials next week. Only, I’ll also be braiding my beard too. I’m glad everyone still loves how my cat ear headphones still fit me!”

“Hello? Um… hey. This is my first video. I’m Keith… so. Yeah, this is my new body. Oh yeah for reference I used to be just a normal Canadian guy. Now I’m this huge Viking guy. I swear. Not doing an accent. It’s kinda just how I talk now.”

Together Clark and Anton combed through countless stories of people like them. Many becoming large handsome exaggerations of fantasy adventurers.

“Well at least we aren’t alone in this. It’ll take some getting used to, but I feel like we might just come to like these changes.” Anton said a bit confidently. “I think I’ll call off from work to get used to my new self… maybe buy some new clothes.”

Clark hadn’t thought of that. “I suppose you’re right. The only garments that fit me are my tunic and armor now. I doubt I’d be suited for anything aside from a renaissance fair.” He laughs, and then has a realization. “Have you had a chance to tell your date tonight about these changes?”

Anton’s eyes widen.  “Oh crap. I hadn’t even thought of what David would say! He already had a bit of an embarrassment with him and I having an age difference… Now he’s almost 20 years older than me! I’ll have to break the news to him soon. In fact, I’ll be right back. While I do that, have you checked up on Zach?”

In all the excitement and discovery Clark had completely forgotten about his best friend. “Bollocks! I completely forgot! He said he was on his way over here. Gosh he must be so confused after all of this. I better call him.”

Anton agrees as he walks away to take his own call, but Clark’s call doesn’t go through. It goes straight to voicemail. At that same time there is a heavy knocking on the door that Clark runs out of his room to see. The hinges on the door have been dented and it’s almost as if the whole door was coming apart.

With one final knock the door slams and in a deep  feral voice the words, “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know my own strength.” Bellowed through the room.

“Zach!?”

#RPG #NeverMore #muscle growth #race change #racial change #gender change #female to male #voice change