What Happened Last Night? (A Halloween Story)

What happened last night? (A Halloween Story)

“Fuck, my head”. It was the third time this week that Mike had woken up with a splitting headache. He groggily hauled himself out of his bed, his huge lumbering form finding it difficult to it’s keep balance. Mike paused momentarily to compose himself, his body betraying swaying slightly as he tried to stop the world from spinning. After a few deep breaths, Mike stomped over to the mirror, his stomach still churning with each step.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed in a raspy voice as he saw his reflection. His eyes had dark black rings under them and his eyes were bloodshot red. He felt like shit and he looked like shit. It was like he had been up half the night clubbing instead of going to bed at 9:00 PM. Mike felt his stomach do summersaults again. “Fuck, I can’t afford to blow off clients again today,” he thought, trying to rally up the strength to go to work.

Thudding over to his bathroom, he leaned one of his large hands against the doorframe and began to drop his briefs. He winced as the cotton fabric brushed past his cock. Looking down, his cock looked red and bruised. On closer inspection, his balls weren’t much better. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Mike exclaimed as he bent over his sink and splashed cool water on his face. For a second he thought he saw movement in the mirror, but on second glance he confirmed he was the only one in the room.

Parker laughed to himself as he floated out of the bathroom, taking the time to catch a cheeky last-minute glimpse of Mike’s perfect ass before he took his leave. Parker had never had a body like that in life, but he was definitely making up for it in death. Slipping into Mike for the first time had been euphoric. He’d waited until the jock came home all pumped and sweaty from a workout before phasing into him as he got ready for a shower. Parker had spent hours exploring Mike’s sweaty, muscular form, marvelling at how his stolen bulk flexed and shifted with even the slightest movement. The only time his hands left his muscles was to play with the perfect piece of meat between his legs. That was the first night of many that Parker spent putting Mike’s impressive form through its paces with a steady stream of Tinder matches passing through his door.

But he’d clearly worn the poor hunk out with his nighttime escapades this week, so he needed to leave him alone for a bit to rest and recover. He’d miss the feeling of inhabiting that beast of a body, but I guess there’s always a silver lining. The new trainer who started at Mike’s gym looked like he was definitely worthy of a test drive.

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Taking it all

“Damn bro, this jaw came in nicely,” Josh said as he inspected his strong jaw in the bathroom mirror. He rubbed his fingers across his prickly stubble, tracing the lantern-shaped bone beneath. “Like a fucking work of art,” Josh mumbled as he took a few steps away from the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was breathtaking. His handsome, boy-next-door features were given an edge by a dusting of dark stubble and thick eyebrows. A trendy haircut and tanned, blemish-free skin completed the look. Looks like this could definitely get a boy into trouble.

Moving down from his stunning facial features, Josh’s neck was the first sign that there was something more to this high school senior than just a pretty face. His neck was thick and wide, flanked by two broad traps. The two muscle groups weren’t usually so freakishly developed on a high school senior’s body, but Josh was no ordinary 18-year-old. Standing well over 6 feet, Josh’s broad frame was packed with musculature that was more in keeping with an athlete in their late twenties.

His rounded shoulders and back were so broad that they couldn’t even fit within the frame of the bathroom mirror. Huge swollen pecs jutted several inches from his chest. His biceps and triceps were so large that it was a small miracle that any sleeve could contain them. Powerful, ripped abdominal muscles led to the lower abdominal ‘dick pointer’ that so many men craved. A perky bubble butt and think quads stretched the fabric of his designer underwear to breaking point.

Josh put both his large calloused hands on the edge of the counter and slowly lowered his weight in a push-up-like motion. He loved how his biceps swelled, a single pencil-thick vein throbbing to the surface. As it contracted, his chest hardened into a granite shelf to power the simple movement. His body was a well-tuned machine, a perfectly balanced system of power and finesse. Such a physique in one so young could only be achieved through insane genetics, perfect nutrition, and hour after hour of tortuous workouts. And in Josh’s case, he was grateful that Harry had put the hard yards in.

Josh turned to the former Jock sitting next to him. Harry was bound tightly to a simple chair and his mouth was gagged to silence any potential outbursts. His body was pale and thin, his arms lacking any form of muscle definition to even think of attempting an escape. The boyish features of his face were centered around large, blue eyes that would have been dazzling if it were not for their bloodshot appearance and dark under-eye circles. He looked completely drained, tear’s having long since stained his pale cheeks. Harry was utterly defeated. The only thing that hinted at his former jock life was the dusting of hair covering his body, and the fat 10-inch cock swinging between his legs.

Josh bent down and stroked Harry’s flaccid member with one of his hands, the rough calluses from hours of pumping iron sending a shiver up the smaller man's spine. “Please” Harry cried, “I have nothing more to give”. Josh squeezed the throbbing shaft, noting the glob of precum that oozed from the exposed head. Harry caught the drop of white liquid on the tip of his finger just before it fell to the floor. “Can’t let this go to waste now can we?” he smirked as he ran the finger along the end of his chin. After a few seconds, Harry’s seed began to absorb into Josh’s skin. As the cum soaked into his skin, a deep cleft began to surface, further increasing Josh’s handsome looks.

“Fuck, I’m even more perfect,” Josh gasped as he continued to gently stroke Harry’s throbbing shaft. With his other hand, Josh palmed Harry’s oversized balls, marvelling in their weight and size. Even after all of the loads that they’d shot today, they still seemed to have more in the tank. Harry was trying to resist with all his might “Please, just give me my body back”. Josh smiled to himself. Typical Harry - a stupid jock till the end. He hadn’t taken his body, that was impossible. However, he had taken his vitality, his height, and his innate masculinity to further enhance his own far beyond his former genetic limits. But somewhere in the back of his mind, Josh did take pity on the former stud.

“Ok bud, I’ll give it to you,” Josh said, letting go of Harry’s package and standing to his full imposing height. His chest and lats were so thick and wide, they just seemed to go on and on forever. “Really?” Harry said, looking up at the giant in front of him, his eyes full of hope. “Really, I’ll give it all to you,” Josh said, crossing his heavy arms in front of his chest, “I wanted you to stop bullying me, and something tells me you’ll never lay a finger on me again”. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want!” Harry pleaded. “Ok, well this transfer is going to be a bit different” Josh said as he disappeared behind Harry. “How?” Harry asked, panic setting into his voice. Josh knelt down behind Harry, his hot breath against Harry’s neck. “I’m going to fuck you” whispered, his low baritone rumbling across the silent room.

In one swift motion, Josh tore Harry’s bindings off and lifted him off the chair. Josh roughly bent Harry over before tearing off his own underwear. Josh’s thin 5-inches was at full mast, and while it wasn’t impressive, it was more than enough for the task that lay ahead. He pushed his small head against Harry’s tight hole. “Do you want this to happen or not?” Josh growled. Harry knew this was the only chance he had of getting his body back, so he took a deep breath and relaxed. Josh saw his opening and slid his dick inside Harry’s waiting hole. Using his powerful forearms, he began to pump Harry’s perky rear up and down on his cock, practically using the former jock as a fleshlight. “Fuck, that isn’t so bad,” Harry panted, “good thing you have such a small dick”.

Josh’s powerful thrusts slowed to a stop. “What did you just say runt?” his voice rumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it, it was just a stupid slip” Harry stammered. His whole body was shaking as he cowered in fear. Josh could snap him in two without even a second thought. Josh calmly reached down and grabbed Harry’s throbbing erection, his huge mitt not even making it the whole way around Harry’s shaft. Frozen in fear, Harry watched on hopelessly as the larger man began to run his hand up and down his shaft.

A mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through Harry's body as the larger man’s calloused hands worked the length of his shaft. With not even a single ounce of lube, the hand job was rough, but it was working as intended as Harry was quickly brought to the brink of orgasm. “You deserve this you asshole” Josh whispered in Harry’s ear as Harry’s dick started spewing cum into Josh’s waiting hand.

As Harry came down from his orgasmic high, Josh pulled his still-hard dick out of the smaller man. Josh grinned as he slathered his thin member in Harry’s cum. When it was all good and lubed, he massaged the excess cum onto his swollen pecs. As the potent liquid quickly disappeared into Josh’s chest, a dusting of hair sprouted from the formally smooth skin. Harry stared at his own flat chest in horror as his carefully trimmed chest hair retreated back into his skin.

“This is going to be good”, Josh said licking his lips. Using the viscous liquid as lube, Josh slammed his cock back into Harry’s waiting hole. He proceeded to jackhammer the smaller man with thrusts of his powerful thighs, pulling his cock almost entirely out before slamming it back in again to the base of his shaft.

With each powerful thrust, Harry felt a pressure build inside of him. Harry looked down in despair as he saw his cock shrivelling away each time his ass was pounded. Each of Josh’s thrusts became successively longer as his dick swelled in size. Josh grunted as Harry’s hole seemed to grow tighter and tighter as it struggled to contain his growing mass.

As the growth subsided, Josh fell into a steady rhythm as breeding his former tormentor. His newly heavy balls smacked Harry’s ass cheeks with each powerful stroke. Harry’s vision flashed white from the sheer pain and pleasure he felt during the hammering of his tight hole.

Remnants of cum had dripped from Josh’s chest to cascade over the ridges of his six-pack, causing his core to tighten further and a treasure trail to develop from the top of his abs down to his perfectly trimmed pubes. Harry’s ass was so tight on Josh’s thick rod that every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure throughout his body, the nerves of his fuck stick firing with each elongated stroke. After what seemed like hours, the pressure building in Josh’s balls became immense and he neared climax.

With a roar, Josh came, spewing a torrent of cum inside of Harry’s waiting ass. All his muscles twitched and flexed as a bone-shaking orgasm pulsed through his powerful body. He radiated a pure masculine heat, causing a thin sheen of sweat to develop across his wide form. The air reeked of the smell of sweat and sex. Josh had never felt such a raw, primal power before. He lifted the former jock off his still dripping cock and turned to the mirror to admire himself once more, flexing each one of his swollen muscles in turn.

Harry fell to the ground spent. He’d never felt so used. But at least he’d get his body back. He lay there for a few moments, absolutely exhausted, waiting for his familiar strength to return. But it never came. After what seemed like an eternity, Harry opened his eyes to see Josh standing above him, his erect cock pointing straight towards him. “Want to take all of it again?” the giant said with a dark grin on his face.

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Thanks Dad!

“Thanks Dad, best term break ever!” Reggie said as he wrapped his arm around his much shorter father’s shoulders. His dad smiled warmly as he stared up at his son's hulking form. At 6-foot-6, it was hard to believe that the giant was his son. But that was exactly what the procedure was for.

When Reggie came back home for his mid-year break, he was prepared for another boring month on the family estate on which he had been raised. Reggie had had an awful time during his first year of university and was struggling to fit in socially with his classmates. In the age of TikTok, it seemed like virtually all his classmates were wanna-be fitness models or bodybuilders. With his short pudgy physique and acne-covered face, Reggie was a social outcast, watching his fellow freshmen's antics from the sidelines. 

Reggie’s dad knew how down his son was, so thanks to a suggestion of a family friend and a few lucrative investments coming to term, he decided to shell out a small fortune for his son to go through a transfermorphic-infusion procedure. Reggie was ecstatic when his father told him. Transfermorphic-infusion was a new medical procedure that allowed for the recalibration of a patient's physical traits by infusing their cells with those of a donor. The result was a transformation for the patient at a fundamental DNA level. For Reggie, this was a chance for him to leave his embarrassing body behind. And he knew exactly who he wanted his doner to be.

Blake was the son of the local high school gym teacher. Although he didn’t come from a wealthy family like the other kids at his private school, he was blessed with incredible genetics, with an insanely well-developed body for his age. His muscular physique and good looks made him a force to be reckoned with both in and out of the gym. Throughout high school, he tormented Reggie and ruled the school as the undisputed alpha. When they finished high school, the wealthier kids like Reggie went on to university, while Blake enrolled in a personal training course and further matured his muscular physique. 

But recently Blake had been involved in a traffic accident and was being sued for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Money that he didn’t have. Faced with being bankrupted, kicked out of his course, and potentially losing his family home, he reluctantly accepted the offer to be Reggie’s donor.

The two laid down on separate operating tables in only their trunks as nurses plugged dozens of needles into each of them. Reggie could hardly contain his excitement as he caught glimpses of Blake’s nearly naked form. The mountain of a man had only gotten bigger since high school and based on the hefty bulge in the front of his trunks, the rumours about his legendary package were true. One of the nurses pressed a few buttons and the machine whirred to life. 

Blake roared as excruciating pain tore through his body. It was as if he was being burned from the inside out. Liquid flowed out of his body into the tubes, which contained his proteins, minerals, hormones, and genetic material. As the extraction continued, his body began to condense in on itself and shrink. 

Blake’s loss was Reggies’s gain. Reggie cried out in ecstasy as the compounds flowed into his body, the cells of his body devouring Blake’s essence. The first thing to transfer was Blake’s impressive height. Reggie moaned as his bones stretched and elongated with sickening cracks. His limbs slowly lengthed giving him an incredibly gangly appearance and as his height edged slightly over 6 foot 6. 

His bones began to thicken and strengthen as he grew broader, his shoulders becoming wider and his chest cavity bigger. His feet and hands swelled with size to support his massive new frame. His facial features became stronger with the development of a wide jaw, strong chin, and masculine nose. 

Once the transfer was complete, Reggie had a truly colossal frame, but he was impossibly skinny, his fat having melted away to fuel the infusion process. Then with a moan, mounds of flesh sprang forth across Regie’s frame. Muscle rippled and twisted in thick layers under his skin, forming heavy slabs across his chest. Thick abs began to bubble to the surface of his midsection, forming a powerful core. Overlapping layers of muscle formed strong, shapely quads. His hands formed into tight fists, the muscles in his arms flexing as they swelled bigger. His forearms grew bigger than many men’s biceps, and his biceps were larger than their heads. Small pockets of fat appeared in select places on his body giving him a full, powerful physique. 

Next came a rush of muscle memory and skills. Reggie marveled as his brain was filled with knowledge of athletic pursuits and working out. His senses sharpened and the world around him became more in focus. 

Finally, Blake’s dominance transferred. Blake felt an innate feeling of superiority as his balls swelled to the size of lemons, his stance forever shifting to accommodate his hefty balls and thick quads. A flood of hormones coursed through his body as a thin layer of body hair sprouted over his body and on his strong jaw line.

Seeing the transfer was a success, the medical staff quickly left the room. Reggie shot up from his table as the wires and tubes popped off his body. The giant lurched over to a nearby mirror as he slowly began to get used to his new larger form. He gasped when he saw what he had become. 

His facial features were still recognisable as himself, but his masculinity had been dialed up to 11. It was as if his childhood of sweats and video games had been replaced by a steady diet of protein supplements and growth hormones. He stared at his much larger hands in disbelief. The power he felt coursing through his body was intoxicating. 

His attention was drawn to his cock, which disappointingly hadn’t grown beyond his previously small 4 inches, even though it was nestled on top of two colossal balls. Something must have gone wrong with the procedure. He tentatively cupped his massive balls marveling at their heaviness. 

Suddenly he felt a pang of pleasure course through his tentacles. Blood began to pump into his penis, causing it to rise to attention. He began to stroke it with one hand, relishing the feeling of it being encased in his big mit while the other continued to massage his balls. His swelling cock reached the size of his former erection, and then amazingly kept on going, becoming longer and thicker. 

Reggie’s strokes became longer and more sensual as his erection seemed never-ending. It slapped against his abs with a meaty thud. Eventually, he struggled to keep his hand around it, so he moved his other hand along the shaft to provide more area of stimulation. As blood continued to rush to his obscene member, gravity began to take hold, causing his heavy cock to rest at a 90-degree angle to the floor. 

Finally reaching full mast, his cock was truly something to behold. It was perfectly proportioned to his huge body, but in absolute terms, it was a monster of a cock with thick, angry veins and a huge mushroom tip. Reggie furiously pumped his new cock with animalistic fervor, before he finally reached climax, spraying volley after volley of thick cum all over the mirror in front of him.

Reggie turned to Blake on the gurney, his semi-hard cock flopped halfway down his leg dripping cum onto his muscular quad. Blake was furiously rubbing his now tiny prick of a cock with his small feminine hands. Reggie smirked at the pathetic display and brought his biceps up into an imposing flex. The former jock let out a squeal and spurted a pathetic load onto his skinny torso. “Guess there’s a new alpha round here now looser”, Reggie said and he towered over the smaller man.

Reggie made a mental note to wire the promised funds to the "victim" of Blake's traffic accident as he reached for his former tormentor's feeble frame.

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Psst.

PSST!

Your friend Kei waves at you excitedly from a gym bench across the room. He quickly checks that the other gym patrons are not looking at him before mouthing “Watch this”. Breathing deeply a few times to prepare himself, Kei leans down and picks up a 40-pound dumbbell off the floor. A sheepish smile quickly spreads across his face.

Holy shit dude! This feels so fucking light! This used to be my max lift but now it feels like nothing! 

Kei bends forward slightly and curls the weight towards his knee with perfect form. The simple motion causes his bicep to swell. His eyes grow wide as he watches the muscle flex and contract as he easily pumps out rep after rep.

After completing a set, he quickly swaps to the other arm, his eyes never leaving his arm muscles. Finishing the set, Kei stands and returns the weights to the rack before pausing, his mind lost in thought.

If I could do my normal set that easily, I wonder how much I can actually lift now?

Without pausing, Kei make his way down to the other end of the free weights area where the larger weights were and selected a pair. Like a man possessed, he stares at himself in the mirror as he pumps out rep after rep of bicep curls. The muscles in his arms swell larger and larger as they fight to lift the heavy weight. Veins begin to push to the surface as the muscle fibres ripple and dance with each powerful rep. You watch on hypnotized as the display in front of me until Kei’s sultry voice brings you back to reality.

Don’t feel like you need to hang around bro, I’m going to mess around here for a little bit longer.

You turn and go back to your treadmill and begin to watch Kei from afar. He grabs a heavier pair of dumbbells this time. His loud, rubbing grunts began to fill the gym as he heaved the iron up towards his meaty pecs. 

Over the next hour or so, you watch Kei progressively make his way around the gym. Whether at the squat rack or a bench, he tosses around hundreds of pounds of iron like it was nothing, the whole time his body continually developing an insane pump. After a particularly heavy deadlift, he let out a loud moan before making his way to the bathroom, where he returned a few minutes later in a new pair of tight-fitting gym shorts. 

After a couple of hours, you lose sight of Kei. You make your way to the locker room to see if you can find your friend. You could smell him before you saw him, his heavy musk permuting across the room. Kei is flexing in front of the mirror, every muscle heavy and swollen from his torturous workout. His pale skin has turned a bright shade of pink from the exertion and is drenched in a thick layer of sweat. You watch on in awe as he flexes his heavy forearms, watching a spider web of veins dance beneath his skin. Without taking his eyes off his own reflection, Kei acknowledges your presence with his deep southern drawl.

I know what you’re thinking. How vain can you be? Being one of those roided-out douchebags flexing in the gym. You just don’t understand how good this pump fucking feels. It's such a rush dude. Each time I flex, I can feel my muscles straining against my skin. The strength coursing through my veins is incredible. And the hormones. My hormones are going wild. It’s like I finally understand what being a real man is like. Like I have this rage deep down inside that’s just waiting to unleash. Lifting. Getting stronger. Fucking. It’s basically all I can think about.

You notice the sizable bulge snaking down one of Kei’s colossal quads. This is getting out of hand. You let Kei know that you think it’s time to leave the gym.

Why? Because you’re tired? Am I embarrassing you? No. I think it’s because you're jealous. Jealous that you could have been the one in my shoes. The one with all of this. 

Kei motions to his hulking body, before, kneading his heavy pecs with his meaty hands. 

Well, tough luck dude. You were the one who turned down a chance at tutoring the guys on the football team because you wanted to play Dota. So instead, the coach gave me the call-up. So while you were locked away in your room gaming, I was spending long nights trying to teach those meatheads how to do basic algebra. And when Trent here was at risk of failing his final and being kicked out of college, I was the one he asked to swap bodies with so I could take the test for him. And what a fucking body it is.

Kei clenches his fists and hunches his shoulders and he seems to flex every muscle in his body in an awe-inspiring display of masculine potential. Every muscle of stolen muscle was sculpted to perfection over years of pumping iron. Seconds seem to stretch into hours as your eyes dart around the perfect form in front of you. Suddenly, Kei lets out a large exhale and relaxes. You realise you’ve been holding your breath this whole time as you gasp for air.

Breathtaking huh? Well, that’s not even the best part.

Kei unceremoniously drops his shorts, allowing his swollen cock to burst forth. Swollen, thick, and girthy, the heavy member bounced a few times before coming to rest at a right angle to Kei’s swollen torso. 

Sick isn’t it? This donkey dick was snaking down my leg the whole workout. Even soft, it’s so much bigger than what I used to. And it’s cut, so it’s so fucking sensitive. I even had to swap shorts after I got a bit too excited during my squats. It was such a high hitting that pb that I nutted then and there. 

Kei gently massaged his package as recalled the day's heroics. Even with his with one of his large hands, there was still plenty of room on his shaft. You feel a pang of jealousy. That should have been you exploring Trent’s hefty cock. Kei spied you staring.

You know what’s better than staring? Touching.

Kei reaches out and takes your hand, its small stature engulfed in Kei’s calloused mitt. He slowly brings it up to one of his broad pecs. The heat radiating off his swollen chest is intense. As your hand makes contact with his sweaty skin, you feel the firm muscle underneath. You stand motionless for a moment, feeling the strong beat of Kei’s heart. Then, without warning, the firm muscle contracts beneath your fingertips growing rock hard. You look up to see Kei smiling down at you cockily as he flexes his pecs.

You know what? I really like this body. Like REALLY like this body. I can’t imagine going back to being a nerdy Asian runt. And I don’t think I have to. Trent said the spell would end when I took the test for him. 

You panic. Kei has to go back. What about his life? His parents? Your best friend? Seeing the wheels turning in your head, Kei lets forth a hearty chuckle, a cheeky smirk painted on his face.

Don’t panic dude. The test finished an hour ago. There’s no going back now.

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Names Will Never Hurt Me

Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.

You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me? 

You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.

You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass. 

You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.

You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.

Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is. 

What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.

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For Love

Calm down bro! When I came out on my 18th birthday, you sat me down and told me that I’m still your brother and you’d do anything for me. Well, you may have heard the rumour that Max Hurley is gay. Yes, that Max Hurley, Captain of the football team. Turns out the rumour is true. I was so excited that there was another gay guy at our school, and a fucking hot one as well. But he outright turned me down. Turns out he’s a total sub-bottom that only lets bigger guys top him. With my pathetic twink physique, he practically laughed me out of the locker room. I probably should have been heartbroken, but instead, I was just mad. Mad that the universe sought fit to curse a top like me with this weak ass body. I shouldn’t have to beg the only gay guy in school to sleep with me. He should be throwing himself at me, begging me to fuck him until he’s limping to class the next day. 

But in some sick twist of fate, you’re exactly his type. Instead of lusting over me as he should, he was jacking himself off to you and your alpha body. We’re only a few years apart but you had at least a foot of height on me and 60 pounds of muscle. No wonder colleges tripped over each other to offer you a scholarship. But even with such an alpha body, you acted like a beta. Saving yourself for marriage and all that shit. Those purity rings that you and your girlfriend wear are so fucking lame. 

I was walking past your room the other night and heard you moaning in your sleep. As I crept into your room, I saw your muscular body glistening with sweat and a raging hard-on tenting your sheets. You were biting your lip moaning, practically fucking your blanket, but your face looked so tortured. Whatever dream you were having, you were begging for it to stop, crying that you promised Jessica that you would wait. It was fucking pathetic. I felt all of this anger building inside of me. I put that anger out to the universe. All that power and you were literally sobbing like a little boy in your sleep. It was wasted on you. So somehow I took it.

The tent in your sheets began to wilt away as one began to grow in my shorts. My little dick surged in size until it reached truly monstrous proportions, easily three times the length and girth of my former member. My balls swelled in size, growing huge and heavy as their production of potent sperm and hormones went into overdrive. It was such a rush, standing there with a monster of a cock and a cocktail of hormones flooding through my body for the first time. 

I felt like a man, and soon I would look like one too. It started with your feet. Those wide size 13s that were poking out of the bottom of your bed began to shrink. They retreated back under your sheets as my own feet exploded in size, providing a strong foundation for what was to come. My bones began to thicken and lengthen, while my jawline, cheekbones, and nose became more masculine and handsome. My skeleton was reforming to accommodate the mass that was soon to come. 

Your hard-earned muscle seemed to shrink away into nothing as pound after pound of mass piled onto my frame. Thick veins covered the striated calves that began to jut out from my lower legs. Meaty quads forced me to adopt a wider stance as they piled on layer after layer of thick, feathered muscle. My formally flat ass inflated into a shapely bubble butt that became as solid as granite when I flexed. 

The stubborn layer of baby fat on my midsection parted as row after row of deeply grooved abs forced their way to the surface. Meaty pecs swelled forwards from my chest as solid traps began to form on either side of my thickening neck. My shoulders grew bulky and round as my back grew ever wider. Thick veins snaked down my powerful arms and forearms towards my saucer-sized hands, each meaty limb bigger than my former legs. 

I heard you whimper like the little bitch you were as the last of the masculinity drained from your body. My Adam's apple jutted out as my voice became deeper. Hair sprouted all over my body, a thick coat covering my legs and groin with a lighter coating across my chest and face. Finally, several tattoos etched their way across my forearm and chest. 

I had ascended. I was finally the alpha I deserved to be. And the best part is, I have you to thank for it little bro. You were curled up in your bed, your runty body hunched over in the fetal position, clutching your pathetic excuse for a package while I towered over you, every inch of me excluding power, strength, and toxic masculinity. I squeezed my new hairy nuts and practically came then and there, so I thudded my way back to my room to really get to know this new body of mine.

Now get lost. Max is on his way over and I’m going to breed him like the little bottom bitch that he is. 

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