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. 

Oh my I think I gave my son the wrong kind of sunscreen. I was so busy taking care of lodging I gave quickly gave him the bottle not looking it was from DreamBody.

His face looks similar but everything else on him is a muscular stud. Hope his libido is controlled.

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.

Hey little bro has you seen the glass i left in my laboratory desk…HOLY SHIT!

I scream as i see my little bro driniing the last drop of my experimentak super growtg formuka just that as i expected the formuka had an incredibke effeft in my little bros body.

Although calling it little now wont be correct my brother now standed a head taller than me and had quadruple his muscle mass his arm which was stil holdimg thr glass wasnt even fleximg yet a mountainous bicep was rigth there way bigger than my head.

My brother lip his licks, and after a loud belch, he said"sorry bro was kind of thirsty, and that protein shake hit the spot but would you be a darling and make some more for me. He said as he gave me the empty glass I was about to say no, but my little bro raised his eyebrow and did a quick pec bounce, and I was right back at my lab making more formula I hope the growth is not exponential or my little bro won’t even fit in the house…

Me and my friends were in the woods just for fun the same old thing we do on a weekend.

While in the woods we were roaming around, when suddenly i heard a growl. I called to where my friends were but i was suddenly put to the ground, my head being held down. I tried screaming but the thing covered my mouth with its enourmous hairy arms.

I thought i was dead for sure but that something kept sniffing me by my neck and licked me till it up and bit me but not too hard. As my friends got closer to us and screamed for me the thing ran away and left me.

When my friends saw me i was a bit battered on the ground with a bite mark on my neck. They suggested we immidiately go back and never tell anyone what happened.

The next day i felt bad and had a fever. The next day though i was well, healthier than i ever felt. As weeks pass by i saw changes in my body and so did my friends. I grew taller, my muscles developed and stuff. We all thought it was just puberty till one day we had a full moon.

On that night we all were having a sleep over at my place while my folks were gone. When i went to get a drink i saw outside the window a beautiful moon. Then i felt something in me. I looked at my hands and saw it growing and get hairier. I got to my knees as the pain got worse. My mind hazed as it continued.

When i came to it was already morning and wss back in my room. I thought it was all a dream till i saw all my friends around me. All with bite marks on their necks.

I looked down to my body as well as i grew signigficantly with a bit more hair than before. My face paled as i realized i had become a werewolf (or werehunk) and i made my friends into one too.

Most people these days are the worst. Either no one cares much or they take turns bullying some old guy.

Here i encountered old Freddie being ganged on by a group of jocks for being frail and weak, then they upped it and threw him into the pool.

Being kind i used a bit of magic to aid Freddie althpugh it seems he's quite sensitive to magic and it ended up too effective. Now he stands the pool only at ankle height and he had gained a lot of muscle and regained his youth. He was quite the stud now.

Seems like revenge was in his head as he was getting close to the laughing jocks quickly. It seemed that he was horny to the max with all the hormones and needed the outlet so he used those jocks to his desires.

Joey Swoll