This Was My Roommate Ian 3 Weeks Ago. He Was A Pretty Good Guy, Funny, Always Upbeat, And A Great Roommate

This was my roommate Ian 3 weeks ago. He was a pretty good guy, funny, always upbeat, and a great roommate actually. Both of us are gay, but mutually not into each other- making the living situation drama free. As Ian put it, we were both our own gay stereotype. Ian was the twink- dancing up a club till 3am, throwing around sharp sassy humor, and strutting around in colored briefs with colored drinks. Meanwhile to him I was simply the “muscle bro.”

Our unique characters were all well and good but sometimes I just wanted a simple bro around, a dude who’d drink a beer and watch sports with me not just stream endless Bravo. Or a gym partner to pump weights with not just pass time on the elliptical. So I decided to make some changes around the apartment- and by changes I mean breakfast. Everything starts with the right breakfast- especially when the recipes come from the Jocking Manual.

Ian wasn’t really a morning guy. Dancing till 3am or 4am he rarely left bed on the weekends before noon. But I insisted one weekend that I’d make him breakfast and he’d wake up right. He grumbled- but next day I got up early and started on the pancakes. They have their own irresistible smell and sure enough Ian eventually crawled out of room to sleepily sit at the table. He just had a few small bites that first day but he had to admit there were good and that was enough to get things started. 

As each day passed I started watching improvements with pride. He started getting up a little earlier, catching me in the morning to get a plate of pancakes or a little eggs, and then even going for some bacon. By day four he finally caved and joined me for a gym session. He still insisted on cardio work but eventually he joined me at the bench and he caught on to a routine. He even started showing interest in ESPN, watching some football with me although he mostly just commented on which player he’d wanna be fucked by. But by the way he adjusted his shorts I could tell his equipment was undergoing some of its own upgrades. Two weeks in I figured I could take things up a few levels and I went all out on breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, fruit, ham… He was apprehensive by the spread the next morning but after one bite and he was hooked, wolfing down serving after serving.

The rest of the day he was on fire, ignoring the treadmill completely to max out on deadlifts, bench and bicep curls. Back at the apartment he stayed shirtless, his bony skinny frame on full display, as he switched on tonight game voluntarily. As we watched I could see every one of his thin overworked muscles contract and expand ever so slightly and I smirked as he absentmindedly cupped a hand around his arm and flexed. 

Next morning the changes were on a whole other lever. He appeared early at the table eager for food wearing a tank top I never knew he had. His arms had swollen into meaty baseball mounds and chest had thickened into two actual toned pecs. Stubble wrapped around his sharper jawline and even his voice had lost some of its sing-song pitch and dropped a little. “Yo check it out? who’d believe I had abs?” He smirked before excitedly digging into food.

I could’ve left him like that. His boyish charm mixed with a buff lean body and scruff on his chin. He still had some of that clever sassy charisma aaaand he was hot. And ultimately that was a problem. 

That day at the gym I had a hard time not eyeing his new body as we flexed through each set. He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face that I’d never seen him have before and the bulge straining his now small tight shorts left nothing to the imagination. I could tell he liked the attention. Sure enough in the showers he slipped into my stall asking for some “help with the soap”. We had a roommate pact to never fuck but… fuck he got hot. One fuck session in the showers turned into a continuous night of dirty horseplay at home, made even hotter by the fact that with every thrust into his round bubbly ass I could feel his body get harder.

That week the sex and the workouts were non stop. But I could tell Ian’s interest was wavering as his attitude was becoming incrementally more alpha. A few days went by and I saw him come out of a shower stall proudly followed by a skinny gym bunny limping to grab a towel. Ian just gave me a wink as he swaggered back to his locker, his half hard meat swinging between his legs. Better finish what I started.  

I kept on serving up my special pancakes. Adding on some special cream and unique powdered sugar to keep things on track. Just like that his arms quickly started to seriously swell. His chest and shoulders put on more mass making his old shirts way too small for his bulking frame. He started borrowing my cut off muscle tees and tanks, and then some jock straps- no doubt for a cock that was fattening into a full on a monster. He started loosing some his sassy cleverness, gaining a slow dumb chuckle as his voice grew even deeper and slow. After a week the old Ian was completely gone. “Eat up bro, need our macros- we gotta bulk this month” as he grinned dumbly flexing in front of the mountain of breakfast he made. I seriously had the perfect room mate. 

Lucky Night

When Lauren’s best friend invited her out Saturday night, she was excited for the chance to let loose a little. Her boss had been piling multiple projects on her the past few weeks causing her much stress – wearing something cute instead of a business blazer, having a few drinks, and dance floor confessions all were needed.

After the girlfriends spent the better part of two hours getting ready together, they made their way to a nightclub they had been wanting to try for a while. It was a busy night inside with an endless array of hot guys, the girls each had a free drink in their hands before they even got to the bar. Lauren’s friend said something she couldn’t hear, as she leaned in for a better listen, she felt a brush on her shoulder that grabbed her attention. Her head shot up and darted around to see a smirking man a few inches from her. He was some dude that was evidently very into himself and who’s cologne you could smell across the room. Lauren rolled her eyes, grabbing her friend’s arm to drag her out to dance.

Dancing with her friend, Lauren felt a nice buzz from her drink begin to set in. The DJ was good, and the drinks were strong. Lauren was having trouble finding any reason to dislike the new club. She felt a hand on her back as she moved with the music. As if the douchebag was reading her thoughts, the muscular, dark-haired man that already touched her was dancing by Lauren, placing his hand on her, again with a cocky smirk. Annoyed, Lauren dashed off for the ladies’ room.

Determined not to let some guy ruin her evening, Lauren gathered herself before heading back out towards the bar. She chatted with an off-duty cop for a few moments, having him get her a martini before going back out to meet her friend. Again, she started to dance only to feel someone start dancing against her from behind. She turned around to the see the same narcissistic guy again.

Beyond annoyed, Lauren’s face turned red as shouted “Why do you think you’re a fucking god among men?! Leave me alone!” Lauren drew her drink back and tossed it in the man’s face.

Lauren was confused as a drink hit her in the face. She felt a mix of anger, humiliation, and amusement that the hot blonde was flustered enough to throw a drink at her. Huh? But I’m the… Looking up, she saw her own petite, blonde body walking away. Panicked, she wanted to call out for herself to wait but instead, her new deep voice boomed “Your loss, fucking bitch!”

Jeremy’s stood there frozen, watching the blonde walk and appalled at what he just said. But I’m….  He looked down to see the tight black shirt the douche was wearing, thick meaty pecs instead of tits. Lifting up his tee, he felt his perfect abs as his arm flexed in the shirt slightly too small for him. Jeremy inhaled deeply, his cologne filling his nose as he smirked and said, “I am a fucking god here.”

Jeremy was brought out of his confused, yet cocky stupor as the brunette that was with that blonde chick touched his wrist, “Sorry about her, she’s just been way too stressed lately.” Jeremy saw the way the girl was smiling at him and brought his hand up to her shoulder, running his large hand down her arm while confidently saying “Forget about her, babe. We can enjoy the rest of the night.” The two stuck around the club a few minutes longer before Jeremy took the potential one-night stand back to his place.

Inside his apartment, Jeremy poured the girl another drink and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, something seemed off. He admired his broad shoulders as he puffed out his chest, looking like the epitome of alpha male. He furrowed his brown, thinking but I was that one gir….

Jeremy shook his head and pulled out his phone, getting his pose just right for a pic to post on his IG and Twitter. Leaning into the mirror he admired his perfect jawline. Flexing in the mirror he said, “This chick is definitely lucky tonight.”

We bought these two shirts which say "I would top you so hard" and "I would bottom you so hard" in a garage sale, and thought it would be funny if we wore the one which was opposite to how we look. However it was quite the shock when we were suddenly changing to fit what the shirt says. We got this pic while we were still changing and gotta say we were a long ways transforming.

My big little brother: revenge

My eyes widened as I opened my bedroom door. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you pervert?”

A towering, incredibly muscular hunk was turning my room upside down, only wearing a pair of blue briefs.

The guy stopped, and even before he turned to face me I could tell who he was, because I had seen him naked so many times that I could recognize his body everywhere – plus, it was a very outstanding body and it was hard to forget it. To be honest, I still missed that sculpted physique, and, despite everything, I was still so attracted by him that right now I was getting incredibly horny.

Just at a glance you could feel how pumped up and bulky his legs were, and looking at them and at his arms I could sense that he hadn’t given up working out although we had broken up recently. To be honest, it was as if that stud had just finished a gym session of his, since his movements were so euphoric and his muscles powerfully quivered in need of some training – especially his glutes, squeezed in those briefs that were way too tight for his hard and juicy butt cheeks, so that his huge figure looked even beefier.

The stud finally turned his beautiful face to me, an unusually scared expression depicted on it. Was he about to cry or what?

“Please bro, let me exp–”

Although he looked so pathetic in that way, I was so angry at him that I just wanted to insult him. Even his attractive and cocky face, now with that inexplicable puppy-eyed expression, couldn’t save him from my rage.

“Fuck, Josh, this is definitely too much! This is exactly what I was talking about when I broke up with you, you’re always going too far just to draw attention on yourself! Look at you, sneaking inside my room like a perv and, you know what, I think I’ll call the police if you don’t get your ass out of here!” Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but get hornier the more I looked at him, and the way he flexed his ripped biceps.

As he completely turned his body I’m sure that my heart literally skipped a beat. I hoped that my face wasn’t turning red.

Was it just me or Josh had really become a lot heftier from the last time? His chest was thicker and a lot buffer, so that it rippled even when he was staying still. However, now that he was desperately moving his solidly beefy arms the way only he did – every time he moved it seemed that he was flexing, as though he wanted to show how cocky he was – his pecs didn’t stop for a moment, contracting and relaxing periodically. Their shadow covered his arched belly, bulging with his broad abs, which expanded whenever he breathed in. According to them, he was either very anxious or aroused, because his breath was laboured. And judging by his cock it was definitely the second option.

Firstly, let me say something: the only word I can use to describe Josh’s lower parts is perfect. His legs were so bulging that his muscles seemed sculpted in marble, and every contraction they did they released a huge load of testosterone around them. Right now, for instance, his ripped thighs and calves were all pumped up, tensing in a great effort to support his huge torso.

Anyway, as I was saying, what caught my attention the most was between his legs. As his ass, his bulge was way too big for the underwear he was wearing, completely constricted by the briefs – moreover, I could see that it was getting hard, and so even bigger. As a consequence, Josh’s monstrously meaty dick wasn’t completely covered by the underwear, and most of it was nude and visible to me, all squeezed up in the tight fabric in a most likely annoying way.

“Wait a moment” a terrible realization suddenly hit me, “those are Kyle’s briefs.” Ignoring the difference of size between me and my ex-boyfriend, I rushed into him and grabbed his ripped arms, the manly smell of his sweat inside my nostrils. I admit that I liked digging my fingers in his brawny, fleshy biceps, and I squeezed them even more not only to hurt him, but also to enjoy their massive smoothness.

“Where the fuck is my brother, you dickhead?” I tried shaking him, but it was useless. He was too towering and heavy for me. “Tell me!” It was a quite surrealistic situation, a huge alpha stud intimidated by a completely average guy.

I was even more surprised, to say the least, as I saw some tears running down his cheeks and then falling on me. He squatted a bit so that he could face me, which resulted in him flexing once again, his legs pumping up as two juicy buns. How cocky.

Then he placed his broad hands on my shoulders. “It’s me, bro, please be quiet! I am Kyle!” he managed to sob.

I kept silent. I honestly didn’t expect that, and I didn’t know what to answer. The jock’s desperate face was begging me to believe his words, but reason told me that it was impossible, and that Josh could play a tragedy like that only to get back with me.

Some seconds later I finally spoke, but I wasn’t sure what I should think. “Please, Josh, leave. I won’t call the police and no one will know about this, but you should know that you’re being ridiculous. You made a mistake and at the moment I can’t forgive you, so –”

I was unable to finish the sentence, as the hunk broke out into tears. “Please, Will, you must believe me!” he was slowly kneeling down, his buns swelling as they tensed, his imposing biceps stretching towards me. The situation became very embarrassing. For a second I even thought that he wanted to give me a blow job, but then I realized that he was too frantic. It made me seriously think about his words. He couldn’t really be little Kyle, that was impossible!

However, before I could say or do something the doorbell rang. I decided to leave Josh – or whoever he was – in my room, because he was definitely too upset do be dangerous. I reached the door and looked through the peephole. My heart filled with joy as I was greeted by my brother’s face, and I hurried to open the door.

“Kyle!”

“Hey, dude, what’s up, you’re pretty as fuck today” the teen smiled. He was wearing some over-sized clothes.

I was totally astonished. The only person who had ever spoken to me like that was Josh. I started fearing that the things Josh – err, the stud in my room had told me were true.

“You’re not Kyle” I replied.

“And you’re too intelligent for me, my little twink, but I thought that you had already got what’s going on. Didn’t you see your bro, dude?” he laughed. “I hope you liked the little surprise. You liked that beefcake when we were together.”

My eyes widened in shock, to my brother – I mean, my ex-boyfriend-in-my-brother’s-body pleasure. “S-so it’s true” I whispered.

“Yeah! Cool, huh?”

I gulped. Oh no. It had to be a nightmare.

“Wha-what do you want from him, Josh? I am the one who broke up with you, not him”

“You’re right, dude. But since you left, I’ve been thinking that if you don’t wanna love me as your boyfriend, then you should love me as your little bro, the only man you’ll actually love in your life. And I also thought that it would be harder to love him so purely with a body like that, huh” It was quite unexpected. I didn’t think he could think so hard, but I guess that’s what abstinence do. “So this morning I prepared my body. I had a workout session, so that you would remember what you liked about me,” he winked at me “then I used a little trick to swap bodies with your cute brother” and then he stroked his own face.

“Don’t you dare to touch my brother and give his body back” I calmly growled.

A mischievous grin appeared on his face.

“Only if you get back together with me and we move in together. No negotiation, princess.”

My rage was growing, but I didn’t want to hurt my brother’s body. Somehow, I managed to keep calm and speak. “you’re right. Today I remembered why I was attracted to you. But I also see that your shitty behavior hasn’t changed. I may like you physically, but I can’t love you because you showed once again that you’re a disturbed scumbag and nothing more.” Even before I finished, I realized that I had done some serious shit. With that speech I had completely fucked up all the chances I had to get back my brother’s body. “Bu-but we can try, we–” I tried to fix it. But it was no use.

“Well, if this is what you want then have fun with your little brother, or with me, as you prefer. ” Josh was seriously pissed off. He turned on his heels and moved on.

“No, please Josh, wait! I wasn’t serious, I wasn’t think–”

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me. If I want you to find me.” he screamed, and then ran away. I tried to follow him, but Kyle had always been much faster than me, so I lost Josh in no time.

I got back home upset, thinking what I should say to my brother – and, most importantly, how to deal with him, or better with Josh’s body. I was getting horny only by thinking about him, and that was a serious problem. You can only imagine how my cock grew hard as I saw him, more than six feet and a half of pure muscles waiting for me on the floor almost completely naked.

“Uhm… Kyle?” I said as I entered the room. It was a very awkward situation, but I wanted him to feel at least comfortable. He was still sitting on the ground, dorkily trying to cross his bulging legs. As his muscles moved, I could see that they tensed and bulged so much that his underwear sank into his inflating flesh, almost torn apart.

“I-I heard everything” he sobbed, his head bowed. My heart sank as he spoke, because it was Josh’s manly and attractive voice, yet its tone wasn’t so cocky, but soft and simple as Kyle’s. It was like the both of them were speaking at the same time.

“I’m sorry, Kyle.” I murmured. “I was out of myself and I insulted him. Now you’ll have to pay for my mistake…”

“Don’t be sorry, he was blackmailing you. I should’ve helped you instead of staying here and crying” he couldn’t cross his thick legs at all, so he gave up and stretched them on the floor, both his gaze and mine focused on his bulging limbs. His dick was still pushing against his tight briefs, but now it was prevaricating them: the meaty, wobbling bulge was practically hanging free, while its owner was trying to push it back with great embarrassment. I pretended not to see what he was doing, but I was secretly feeling guilty because I was somehow pleased by what I saw. My dick didn’t grow harder only because it was already in its biggest size.

“Don’t be stupid. You were scared and shocked” I got up and approached my drawer, “and you were right, because I was so useless that I couldn’t even recognize you” I took something I knew would somehow fit him, a pair of briefs that Josh had once worn after we spent a night together. I threw it at Kyle, but he didn’t catch them, still unaccostumed to his heavy arms, and therefore he had to pick it up from the floor. “Now get changed. I don’t expect those to exactly fit you, but they’re the biggest I have…”

He looked at me and turned red.

“O-okay, but turn around!”

“As you prefer” I shrugged. It was quite strange. We weren’t so reserved with each other, considering we shared the same room. I had also already seen Josh’s bare body many times before, so there was no need for Kyle to feel so ashamed.

“Are you still attracted to this body?” the question was sudden and unexpected. “I heard you before. Do you really like me – I mean, this body?”

I suddenly felt hot and turned to face him.

“N-no! I’m not done yet! It’s not that easy with this… Thing, these briefs just won’t fit!” Josh’s cocky and deep voice cracked.

“Okay, okay, sorry” To be honest, I had already caught a glimpse of his massive arms pushing and squeezing his bulging, juicy dick into my underwear. That definitely wasn’t the right moment, as it turned my on even more. I was going to burst. “I won’t lie, bro. Josh’s body turns me on as fuck”

“Gross”, he shily replied. But there was also some amusement in his voice. He was still the old, ironic Kyle after all, despite his cocky and manly voice.

“I know, but it’s the truth. I like everything about Josh, his voice, his body, his muscles, his–”

“Please, stop, this makes me feel quite awkward. I don’t mind it when you talk about your crushes, but… ”

“Sorry” I heard him sitting down. “Can I turn?”

“I guess you can”

Kyle was sitting barechested on my bed, his head bowed. I approached him. I didn’t want to get too close.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

My brother was most likely exploring his body. With his beefy arms contracted the both of us could see how heavily bulging his biceps were. Also his buff pecs, while his torso was bowed, stuck out from his athletic chest tensing and quivering along with his fine abs.

“I feel so… Embarrassed”

I put on a brave face and sit down next to him, trying to hide my boner as an acrid smell of manly sweat hit me. “Hey, hey, little bro, don’t be depressed. We’ll fix it, I promise”

Kyle raised his face and turned deadly serious. “Will” his gaze pierced me. I felt quite uneasy, as I was attracted to him. I was forcing myself not to look at his sweaty massive body.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t hit on me”

I burst into laughter. “Do you think I’m some kind of sex addict?” I surrounded his bulky body with my right arm. Underneath my skin I could perceive his bulging arms and back, still clammy and smelly from Josh’s workout. His powerful muscles were twitching now and then, pushing against my relatively weak limb. “You’re my little bro, Kyle, it doesn’t matter if you look like my buff ex-boyfriend or whoever. It will be hard for me, but I can handle it. Just… Don’t hang around half-naked too much, as you usually do”

He chuckled. “I’ll try my best”

We stayed like that for some minutes, my arm around him. His prudence was slowly replaced by his usual warmth and after some time he leaned on me. However, since he wasn’t my slim, light brother anymore, my body was almost collapsing under his weight.

“Uhm… Kyle?”

“Mhh?” he looked at me.

“You’re a bit too heavy for me”

His eyes widened and he lifted his body. “I-I’m sorry, please forgive me! Really, I didn’t mean to make you feel uneasy, I was absent-minded, I promise it wo–”

“Calm down, bro! I’m just saying that I’m too thin to bear your weight” I giggled.

“I know, but please tell me if I do something that… Turns you on. I just act as I normally do, I don’t know any other way to act.”

I sighed. “I know. I really appreciate that, but I think it’s too late, ahah.”

“Then, what can I do?”

I came up with an idea. “First, have a shower, you’re all sweaty and smelly.” I really don’t know if straight guys like him are aware that sweat smell is so arousing. I decided not to tell him. “Then, please, when you get out from the bathroom put on some large clothes, because tight clothes make me really horny an–”

Kyle blushed and placed his hands on his bulge, squeezed into my tight briefs. “Will, please! I can’t use my clothes though!”

“Definitely not. I’ll see if dad left some clothes here, but I’m pretty sure we’ll have to buy at least some underwear for Josh’s ”

“Stop it!” Kyle’s face turned completely red and he gave me a powerful nudge. I chuckled in response. It was fun to seem both him and Josh so shily embarrassed.

“Speaking about that, what will dad say?” he sighed.

“Nah, don’t worry” I reassured him, “you’ll be back to normal before he comes back. Now go get a shower, please, you need it.”

“Yeah, I guess so” he stood up dorkily and swayed, still unaccustomed to his new body mass.

On the other hand, I gulped as his bulging ripped back was right in front of me, and powerfully flexed – unbeknownst to its owner – as he headed toward the bathroom. “Close the door, bro. I beg you.” I shouted at him. He gave me a cute thumbs up, and my heart literally melted, while my dick hardened beyond any human capability.

It would be a very difficult cohabitation. But I wouldn’t leave my brother alone.

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This one was quite long, but I liked to write it! Hope you’ll enjoy it as well. As always, let me know if something is wrong, also because this time I had to deal with a large text.

Plus, would you like some sort of an aftermath/sequel? I was planning something like that. (Discalimer: this is a rhetorical question as I’ll write it in any case)

Something weird was happening when I installed those new ultraviolet lights in my gym. I wanted it to look a bit colder with the purple and blue light. The guy who I bought them told me that they would make everyone in the gym look bigger I thought he means it as an optical illusion or something.

However after I installed them I notice something there was only this scrawny teen working out, he had just signed to my gym like a week ago and had barely any amount of muscle but after some minutes I swear that he was a bit bigger, but that must be some.kind of the effect of the light right. But as he worked out, I could see how he was growing with each exercise his pecs expanded to an obscene size . his arms skimmy as a rail now were packing some severe biceps and a gigantic tricep. His back becomes wider until it formed a huge V-shape.

By the time the transformation ended, he was massive his tank top that looked comically loose a second ago was now struggling to contain his huge size.his neck had grown thicker and now connected his torso with his face which looked a bit more square, and masculine.he approached me and said

“Hey man cool light you installed really put you in the mood for a workout” as he discreetly flexed his inhuman muscles

I just stand there speechless admiring his physique under the blueish light, thinking that if the lights had transformed a total wimp in such a beast what will happen when the bigger guys get here…

Here we have a picture of a person who is now living well after the worldwide head swap. This person here is Edmond. You wouldn't know by looking at his body that he is a history teacher or that he is actually 60 years old. It's fascinating that his new body rejuvenated his head and now he even became more active in many many ways possible.