Stealing A Gym Bro's Body 3

Stealing a gym bro's body 3

Mmm feels so fucking good when I finally take over again. No longer that nervous little skinny dweeb. I mean it’s kinda fun when swelling out his small little clothes, but I don’t mind this looser stuff he’s been getting. He’s knows the drill now. Can tell when I’m taking over, fueling his body with muscle and confidence. Pathetic little motherfucker. I know he likes the pics I leave behind, of the sexy hunk of muscle he becomes, makes him want it more, he fights a little less and less, gives me a little more time. Cause I’m slowly getting control. Soon it’ll just be me. He’ll be all jock.

Stealing a gym bro's body

I’m not looking forward to Christmas, my family isn’t accepting of me being gay and always comment on how small I am. Could you make me a big confident gay muscle man so I can feel more confident around them?

It was just a wish. A fantasy. But when you woke up the next day, everything started to spiral.

The first sign that something was wrong was Harry, your stepdad’s arrogant, jock son, standing in the kitchen with your phone in hand. He’d always been a bully—tall, ripped, and undeniably hot, though he never liked you. The fact that he was standing there with a smug grin meant one thing: he’d seen your blog post.

“Didn’t take you for the type to go begging on the internet for help,” Harry sneered, waving your phone in the air. “So, you wanna be me? Big and jacked, confident… and gay?” He chuckled, the teasing edge in his voice unmistakable. “Pretty fucking pathetic, don’t you think?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. You reached for your phone, but he pulled it back, his grin widening.

“Oh no, I think we should talk about this,” he said, stepping closer, his towering figure making you feel even smaller. “You wish you could be like me, huh? Big, confident, hot. I bet you think about it all the time.”

You tried to stammer out a response, but your words failed. Harry leaned in, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll even help you out. I wish you could be me, with this jock bod.” He flexed, his bicep swelling under his shirt. “Bet you’d love to get a taste, huh?”

He laughed, clearly enjoying the torment. “I bet you want to be in my body, to feel what it’s like to have people want you, to get all the attention. And let’s be real—you’d probably love to do some pretty dirty dominant shit in it too, I've seen your Tumblr.”

Before you could stop him, Harry added one final jab, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hell, I’ll even throw in being gay. Wouldn't wanna change things too much, right?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you both froze. A strange, electric tension filled the room, the air thick with something unexplainable. Harry’s cocky smirk faltered, and for the first time, he looked confused.

A dizzying sensation washed over you, and when you opened your eyes, you were looking down at… yourself. You blinked, flexing your hands, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath your skin.

“No fucking way…” you muttered, your voice deeper, stronger. You looked down at your new body—Harry’s body—broad, muscled, confident. You ran your hands over your chest, feeling the hard ridges of your abs, the weight of your cock already hardening in your joggers.

Across from you, Harry—now in your old body—stared at you in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the fuck did you do?!” he screamed, but it was strange hearing his voice—your old voice—coming from him.

You grinned, flexing your bicep, enjoying the way your new muscles bulged under your skin. “Looks like you got your wish, Harry,” you said, your voice a low rumble. “I’m you now. Big, confident… and gay.”

Harry’s face paled, his eyes darting down to your—his—small frame. “No. This is insane. Change us back!”

But you just laughed, feeling the power surging through you. “Why would I do that? You’re the one who made the wish, remember?”

You stepped closer, towering over him, your new height making you feel unstoppable. The flood of testosterone coursing through you was intoxicating—every inch of you felt strong, powerful, horny. You reached down, grabbing your cock, the thick, hard length throbbing tight inside your jeans. It felt massive, alive with need.

“You’ve been acting like you’re better than me for years, Harry,” you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “But now I’m the one with the body everyone wants. And you? You’re stuck being the little faggy bitch.”

Harry took a step back, his eyes filled with fear. “You can’t do this. I didn’t mean it!”

“Oh, but you did,” you said, stepping closer, your muscles flexing with every movement. You could feel the heat building in your crotch, your balls tight and heavy, filled with cum. “And now you’re going to see what it’s like to be at the bottom for once.”

He shook his head, his lips trembling. “Please… don’t…”

You smirked, reaching down and pulling out your cock. The thick, veiny shaft sprung free, and you couldn’t help but groan at the sight of it—big, hard, dripping with precum. “I’ll tell you what,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “You stay quiet, and maybe I’ll let you suck me off in this new jock body. How’s that sound?”

Harry’s eyes flickered, his breath hitching. “No way…”

But you could see it in his eyes—the fear, the confusion… and the desire. “Come on, Harry. You’ve always been a little bitch deep down, haven’t you, and in that body we both know you want nothing more than to worship me and this cock?” you taunted, stepping closer until your cock was inches from his. “Go on. Suck it.”

He hesitated, his eyes locked on your throbbing cock, but you knew he couldn’t resist. Slowly, trembling, he sank to his knees, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

“That’s it,” you murmured, running your fingers through your—his—hair. “Be a good boy for me.”

You grip the back of Harry’s head, forcing him down onto your cock. His lips stretch around your thick shaft, his eyes wide and watering as you push deeper, the heat of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through you. You flex your free arm, watching the muscles bulge, every inch of your body alive with sensation. The strength, the power—it’s intoxicating.

“Take it all, you little bitch,” you growl, feeling the slick, wet heat of his tongue against you. The pressure builds, your cock throbbing, the head hypersensitive, and you shove him down harder, his nose pressed against your pubes. The smell hits you—a heady mix of sweat, stale alcohol, and cheap deodorant. It’s overwhelming, pure musk, thick and heavy. You can almost taste it: the salty, sour scent of a jock who spent the night partying, dancing, and never bothered to shower, just spraying cologne to mask the rank odor.

“Fuck, I stink,” you mutter, inhaling deeply, the pungent scent filling your lungs. It turns you on even more, the raw, animalistic smell of unwashed skin and sweat. Your balls tighten, the heavy, aching weight of them pulling at your core, and you know you’re close.

You glance down, seeing Harry’s eyes flutter as his own body responds. His small, uncut cock twitches. You grip his head harder, your fingers digging into his scalp, and thrust deep, feeling his throat spasm around you.

“Gonna cum,” you groan, the heat pooling in your groin, the pleasure building, overwhelming. You flex harder, feeling your bicep swell, every muscle tight and quivering with energy. You take another deep breath, the smell of your musk hitting you again, raw and powerful, and it pushes you over the edge.

You slam his head down, your cock buried deep as you explode, thick ropes of cum shooting down his throat. The release is intense, every muscle in your body seizing, your cock throbbing, spurting again and again. You feel Harry jerk, a pathetic whimper escaping him as his own cock twitches, a small, pitiful stream of cum dribbling from the tip wetting his trousers.

“Fuck, look at you,” you sneer, watching him shudder with his weak, humiliating orgasm. You pull back, your cock slick and dripping, still throbbing with the aftershocks. Harry’s face is flushed, his lips swollen, cum smeared across his chin.

“Can’t even handle it,” you murmur, flexing again, the power of your body sending another thrill through you. The scent of your own sweat and cum fills your nostrils, mingling with the sour, unwashed musk that clings to your skin. It’s heady, potent, the smell of a body that’s been used, pushed to its limits, and it makes your cock twitch again, your body still buzzing with the afterglow.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with humiliation.

You smirked, flexing your new, powerful muscles. “I’m gonna enjoy this body,” you said. “And if you stay quiet, maybe I’ll let you enjoy it too.”

You turned, feeling the strength in every muscle, every step filled with confidence. You were in control now, and there was nothing he could do to stop you.