Books & Bodies ::: Alessandro Cavagnola

Books & Bodies ::: Alessandro Cavagnola

He was on track to become top in his firm but the cut throat competition and stress was too much for him so he traded it all away. All for a life of EDM, raves, and mindless muscle. He’s a lot happier now.

Heyy, i have a resquest, hope you like it:

What if a very bad, punk guy from an average college has a really Bad demeanor and is always causing trouble, so he gets transferred to a re-education that supposedly turns you into the perfect preppy boy, where forced by his preppy colleagues he gets his attitude adjusted?

It was Lucas's first time on the Davidson College campus and his first night of an after-hours "attitude adjustment" class. His ratty backpack bounced on his lithe shoulders as he approached the classroom while the other students sneered under their breaths, all heading to their dorms and homes for the evening. Lucas's ratty leather jacket, jeans, and weathered boots couldn't have stood out more harshly against the sea of button-down shirts, sweaters, shorts, chinos, and boat shoes.

Liberal arts was his major, and he was good at it - well, he would have been if he'd put in any academic effort. But to Lucas, papers, essays, and exams were all a power structure to rally against. Four years into a three-year degree, and sick of the disobedience and attitude, his college gave him an ultimatum: leave for good, or take the adjustment course at Davidson, which was a college known in academic circles for its snobby preppiness, but also its eerily successful adjustment program.

Lucas's parents certainly didn't want an unemployed, moody twenty-three-year-old back in their house, and the college was all he had. So the choice was all but made for him. He was to take the class at Davidson and lose the attitude.

Eyes toward his feet, Lucas slinked into the classroom only to run head-first into a cashmere sweater. Lucas looked up at the man who stood a head taller than him and found himself flanked by two other similar-looking students. All three men stood two to three inches taller than the five-ten Lucas, all wore their hair in similar parts, and all wore typical, semi-formal prep clothing. Another three cogs in the machine at the Davidson, Lucas thought to himself.

"You know, I don't exactly want to be here. Get outta my way and the quicker I get out off your snotty campus," Lucas stated plainly.

"Oh we know, Lucas," the middle frat boy snickered.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, how did these nimrods know his name? He also knew that despite his disregard for these types of preppy bros that he wouldn't stand a chance against one of them in a fight, let alone three. "Look, guys, I just gotta do this course, then I'm gone."

"And why do you think we're here?" said the man to Lucas's left.

"We're your instructors," chimed the third of the trio.

"Let's get started," the leader said, grabbing Lucas by the collar and pushing him to the wall. "Alright boys, you know what to do."

Lucas struggled against the large hands pinning him down while one of the others held a clear bottle in front of his face and sprayed it three times.

"Get the fuck off me, asshole!" he screamed, attempting and failing to land a lunch as the preppy jock loosened his grip.

"Not so fucking smart now are you?" the preppy student sneered at the defenseless punk who was coughing from inhaling whatever it was the group had sprayed in his face. Not only did the admittedly pleasant scent hang around in his nose, but it was like it permeated him as a whole.

Lucas fell to his knees, his head spinning. The smell in the air was so... masculine, enough to turn on even the straightest man or puritan prude.

"Smells good, doesn't it?" the main jock chuckled.

"Ah... ach... what did you do to me?" Lucas spluttered, rolling his neck.

The trio of preppy frat boys wasted no time hoisting the incapacitated Lucas into a chair, tying his limp hands at the back and switching on the projector screen at the front of the room.

Lucas coughed, unable to get the scent out of his airway. He struggled against the rope holding him to the chair, watching helplessly as the image of a black and white spiral flashed onto the backdrop ahead.

"You assholes just wait, when I get out of here I'm... gonna... gonna... I..."

All it took was a glimpse for Lucas to become slackjawed and glued to the screen, unable to continue with his useless verbal threat. The preppy men began to take turns making hypnotic commands.

"You want to be a preppy college stud."

"No, please... I don't want to be..." Lucas mumbled, almost drooling as he gazed at the spiral, feeling the mixture of the jocks' words and the substance they'd sprayed him with mingling in his head.

"You want to be like us. You don't wanna do any of that useless liberal arts shit anymore. Finance, law, engineering... real work, take your pick, that's what you wanna do."

"Finance... yeah... just like dad..." Lucas could feel his philosophical smarts draining away, replaced with business savvy and a desire to impress.

"A real prep has to know how to have fun. You wanna party with us, don't you?"

"Yeah... no! No!" Lucas tried to resist, but it was no use. The chemicals and instructions forced open new neural pathways, replacing the old Lucas with a far more extroverted one. "Uh... hell... yeah..."

"Most of all, if you wanna be like us you've gotta look the part, man. You want to look like us. You will look like a preppy frat stud."

It felt like hands were gripping Lucas's body from all directions, pushing, kneading, and tugging. Only seconds later his back cracked loudly. With a long, loud, uninterrupted moan, he arched backward as he began to grow taller. His legs pushed out along the rough carpet and his arms dangled longer at his sides.

To his horror, his jacket and shirt ruffled like they were in a gust of wind, shifting and warping. Lucas shrieked in bliss feeling his rail-thin chest puff outward to fill what was now a button-down shirt while lean abs bubbled to the surface just below.

"No, god... No... what am I... I... I... oooooohhhhhh!"

Another guttural cry echoed off the walls along with a large helping of pre-cum ejecting into Lucas's shifting underwear. His lanky arms pulsated, lean muscles bulging underneath tanning skin towards hands that were popping and jutting out larger across the floor. Sweat ran down his tied arms, dripping off the ends of his twitching, lengthening fingers.

Lucas had almost forgotten that the three preppy studs were still in the room with him, softly pawing at their thick cocks as they watched him become more and more like them.

"Feel good, bro?" one of them whispered, "Doesn't it feel fucking great to become a proper man?"

Lucas could only muster a moan and a nod, too enamored with the bulging muscles growing down his legs and his swelling, perky butt that threatened to ruin his jeans any moment. Those began to change too though, the denim becoming softer, looser, and better fitting shorts that hugged his new bubble butt.

"No, n-, n-, n-..." Lucas murmured in the death throes of his resistance as the changes progressed and took hold of his cock.

With his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open and looking up at the handsome figures towering above, Lucas felt his hard cock stir dramatically in what was now an expensive pair of underwear

"AUUUGH! Fuck yeah!"

His face and head throbbed, his jaw tightening while his cock pulsed heavier and thicker, pre-cum flowing like a fountain against his muscular thigh. Like his cock, the toes in his boots stretched longer, striking the ends of the footwear. The pressure suddenly dropped, however, when the boots themselves shifted in shape and size, becoming a fresh pair of large, size twelve boat shoes. Large soles and long, bony toes tore through the remains of his socks, inching forward to fill the jockish footwear.

At the same time, his cock was running out of room in his pants while at the same time his skull felt like it was being squeezed as it took on a squarer shape. Lucas groaned for mercy through gritted teeth that were becoming straighter and whiter. His nose shrunk cuter, while brown eyes become a striking blue. The messy black hair he'd long worn lightened in tone, combing over neat and handsome.

Before that fateful night, Lucas would have had much to say on how he shrugged off the "shackles" of beauty standards and masculinity. But now... now he knew he was beautiful, he could feel it. The lean, slim muscles and his large, swelling cock oozed masculinity, and he loved it.

The transformed Lucas sat there smiling dumbly, moaning, almost drooling as he thrust his bulging crotch upward.

The three other preppy jocks examined the now lean, handsome man head to toe and gave each other smirks of approval, and switched off the projector.

Lucas' eyes fluttered as he left the spiral's trance and the last of the catalytic chemicals in his body were used up. His balls swelled and tensed up, ready to launch their load.

"Man, I'm gonna... gonna..." Lucas growled, breaking free of his restraints and desperately fishing his cock out of his chino shorts before it launched rope upon rope of thick cum halfway across the room.

"Lucas, welcome to Davidson," the main jock chuckled, slapping the newly inducted preppy stud on the back.

"Heh, thanks, man," Lucas panted, "Call me Luke, by the way."

"Alright Luke, if you wanna put that trouser snake of yours away, Daniel here will show you where your dorm is."

Luke barely realized his long, soft cock was still out in the open. He hurriedly stuffed it back into his shorts before following his fellow prep bros to his new campus dorm.

Auditory Alteration

“This is supposed to do what?” Luis shouted as the recording blared over the headphones.

“Don’t worry about it!” Carlos answered back loud enough so his friend could hear him. He wouldn’t be worrying about anything soon, now that the recording was working its magic, making Luis dumber and dumber but also larger and larger.

Luis just shrugged and put the headphones back on. He was beginning to feel lightheaded, and he leaned back to stretch. As he stretched, his chest and arms swelled at a quicker rate and the ridges between his abs deepened and grew harder. Even his face was changing, growing sharper and more angular and handsome. The only thing was that his eyebrows became more slack and his eyes looked distant, though he had a developing smile spreading across his face. He absentmindedly reached down to scratch his crotch over his shorts and Carlos could see as his crotch jostled with each scratch that his package had also grown considerably.

“You want me to suck it?” Carlos shouted so Luis could hear. Luis raised an eyebrow in question and Carlos pulled one of the headphones away and spoke closer to his ear, “I said, do you want me to suck it? Your cock?”

Luis just lazily nodded his head and widened his grin. Carlos could never have been so direct with his straight friend before this, but it seemed as though Luis had reached the stage of himbofication where he realized that sexuality doesn’t matter and that a mouth is a mouth.

Carlos excitedly obliged and knelt down to remove Luis’s shorts, which Luis stepped out of as he dumbly bobbed his head along to what he was listening to. His package had indeed grown, as Luis’s new 9 incher sprung out of his shorts and slapped Carlos on the cheek. Carlos flipped his hat backwards and guided Luis’s cock to his mouth. Whoever was watching them on their roof was about to get a show. He greedily started bobbing his head up and down on it like a champ, sucking and licking, when he suddenly felt two meaty hands land on each side of his face to hold while Luis started skull fucking him.

Carlos was in heaven, finally being dicked down by his longtime crush while he bulked up obscenely above him. He reached into his pocket and turned up the recording on his phone and Luis started bucking against his face with more ferocity. Carlos could feel Luis’s cock swelling bigger and bigger in his mouth and throat and could feel the same occurring with Luis’s balls as he fondled them. Finally, Luis moaned loudly and bucked with a few more final thrusts as he fired a huge, steaming load directly into Carlos’s guts.

Luis let go of Carlos’s head and Carlos dislodged Luis’s cock from his throat with a few gags and was surprised to see a wrist-thick 10 incher come sliding out of his mouth. He didn’t think he could take that much. He looked up at Luis and… woah. Perhaps he overdid it. Luis was towering huge and tall over him, sweating and panting, bulging all over, looking like a Latino Dolph Lundgren.

“Thanks bro!” he shouted with a dumb grin over his headphones.

Carlos quickly stood up and reached up (damn, they used to be about the same height) to pull the headphones off Luis’s head, who gave him a quizzical look in return.

“Any time, babe,” Carlos responded as he stood on his toes to kiss Luis’s open mouth. Luis grinned down at him but furrowed his brow and pointed at the headphones. “Oh, no, no, it’s over dude. How did you like it?”

“That was a good fuckin’ song, bro,” Luis slurred with a dumb grin.

“Yeah,” Carlos said, thinking, “Yeah, I bet.”

He felt up Luis’s rippling bod as Luis posed and flexed for him, letting out dumb laughs. Carlos squeezed Luis’s ass and, looking up at Luis, licked his fingers abs boldly stuck a few between his crack. Luis’s expression slightly changed, his body unfamiliar with the sensation, but remained grinning. Figuring he had come this far, Carlos gulped and pressed his fingers against Luis’s hole, feeling his middle and index fingers slip in and rub the walls inside. Luis looked down at Carlos and bit his lips, and Carlos could feel his cock rising back to life against his legs.

“You like that, stud?” Carlos asked.

“Uh-huh,” Luis replied slowly as he started grinding his giant body against Carlos.

“You wanna try something?”

“Fuck yeah, bro.”

“Alright beefcake. Bend down and spread your legs.”

Luis quickly obeyed and got into position while Carlos worked his way around Luis, ridding himself of his t-shirt and shorts and tugging his already turgid cock. Carlos used his feet to push Luis’s legs wider, giving him clear room to enter and a magnificent view of Luis’s new ass and massive thighs. He spat between Luis’s crack and on his own shaft to lube them up as best as he could.

He gingerly pushed his cock against Luis’s hole until his mushroom tip slipped in and then slowly fed the rest of his length in while Luis moaned with combined pain and pleasure. Before he went to work on Luis’s ass, he noticed the headphones laying on the table next to his phone. He reached over, grabbed the head phones and put them on, restarted the recording, cranked the volume on his phone all the way up, and started pounding away on his friend’s ass. As he fucked, he felt Luis’s hole growing tighter around his swelling shaft, he felt himself becoming taller and heavier, he felt his body growing thicker and thicker, and he felt his mind becoming duller and duller—only concerned with fucking his bro deep and good and keeping his bod tight at the gym.