The Consequences Of Stealing

The Consequences of Stealing

Drew couldn’t believe it, but he had actually done it. After months of admiring his gym crush Patrick, he finally got up the nerve to steal his gym bag. Patrick was quite the buff guy, and Drew couldn’t help but wish to one day be as buff and intimidating as him. Drew himself was fairly nerdy with a less muscular and more chubby build, so the small yet meaningful conversations he had with Patrick had meant a lot to him, especially given his general disinterest in social interaction. He admired Patrick’s dominance, which was apparent as Drew would watch in the gym as any guy would immediately vacate a machine if Patrick even just looked at it. He was the alpha of the gym and Drew couldn’t help but get turned on by him because of that. He longed to have the dominance and body of someone like Patrick, so it wasn’t a surprise that Drew soon found his sex dreams constantly revolving Patrick finding him in the shower and allowing Drew to take the lead instead of himself. Although he knew it was a dream, he was fully invested in the possibility of it happening one day. 

You could say he became a bit delusional about it, but he didn’t think he was crazy as well. It was just admiration to the highest level, and Drew didn’t mind being called a passionate admirer. He became so much of a devoted admirer of Patrick that Drew even purchased the same gym bag just to get as simple of a comment as “Nice bag” when they first passed each other in the locker room. 

But when Patrick left his bag out on the empty gym bench to go to the bathroom after showering, Drew felt an intense desire to take the bag for himself. He was curious to see what was inside of it, hoping it could be filled with tons of sweaty workout clothes that he could smell when he got home and jerked off. Letting his horniness get the best of him, he couldn’t resist the opportunity and rapidly snatched the bag and ran. Given that they both had the same type of bag, Drew cleverly put his bag on the bench to take the place of Patrick’s bag and quickly rushed off out of the locker room and towards his apartment. Patrick was oblivious to the bag swap, so once he returned, he quickly grabbed the remaining bag on the bench as he walked out of the locker room.

Once Drew reached the door of his apartment, his face morphed into a devilish grin as he personally felt like he had just gotten away with the crime of the century. He had just stolen the bag of his gym crush, the biggest and most dominant guy he knew. As he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him, he headed into the bedroom with the bag, curious to explore the bag’s contents and also take care of the firm dick pressing against the fabric of his shorts. 

After he reached the bedroom, he couldn’t help but strip as he crossed the threshold and threw the bag onto his mattress. He thought about smelling Patrick’s sweaty underwear and workout clothes, which only made his member throb harder with anticipation. As his naked body climbed onto his bed, his smile while unzipping the bag looked like a child opening presents on Christmas day. He was happy he got away with it and now got a chance to be closer to Patrick than he ever could imagine, even if it wasn’t their bodies physically being together.

However, as he peeled back the unzipped flap of fabric in his bag, Drew’s face turned into a wide look of shock as he found more surprising pieces than a simple set of sweaty workout clothes. As he pulled out a small case, he was shocked to discover that he came face-to-face with an expensive pair of headphones.

Feeling a sudden urge to wear them, Drew moved the bag off the bed and quickly pulled the headphones over his head. He imagined all of the times Patrick wore these as he worked out to become even buffer and more intimidating. With Drew’s mind being stuck 100% on horny mode, he began to imagine himself as Patrick and imagining what he’d do in his situation.

However, with this passing thought of putting himself in Patrick’s place, it seemed that something in the universe obliged his request and began to manifest this desire. As Drew connected his phone to the headphones and began to play music in them, he began to imagine himself as Patrick and then began to wrap his hand around his modest but still decent cock. While doing this, he was oblivious to the fact that the universe had begun the process of slowly morphing him into the spitting image of Patrick. His body began to thicken, as his form accumulated a solid mix of fat and muscle until his body had fully beefed out into Patrick’s studly form. 

Continuing to pump his cock, Drew was oblivious to the sudden strength being displayed in his stroke. He couldn’t notice the sensation of his biceps suddenly inflating into an impressive set of muscles that would surely tear the seams of any of Drew’s shirts. Speaking of his cock, Drew’s hand also began to travel a greater distance as his member slowly lengthened into being the exact replica of the thick cock that Drew had heard many rumors about from various men in the gym. The changes continued, as his once flabby moobs began to firm up until they were turned into a set of buff pecs. Although his gut did manage to grow a bit larger, it firmed up and took on a more intimidating appearance rather than the soft rippling fat that had grown onto his soft torso. 

While Drew continued to stroke, his body continued to change as it began to grow older to match Patrick. Patrick was 31, so given that Drew was only 23, his body had some rapid growth that needed to occur so he could be exactly like Patrick. Over the course of a few minutes, his body grew a bit weathered as it took on the features more fitting of a 31 year old. While continuing to listen to music, Drew was oblivious to the slight tingle that was located on his forehead. This tingle began to do some quick aging as his hairline quickly moved up a few inches and his face began to see the beginnings of a few wrinkles until he was the spitting image of his gym crush. As well, Drew’s face began to age up to match his crush’s visage. When Drew began to feel a slight tickle around his upper lip, he forced himself to ignore it as he continued to get himself off. If he had taken note of the change, he would have found his hand brush against the sudden appearance of Patrick’s thick mustache above his upper lip.

Once the changes finally began to finish, it felt as if Drew’s dick finally was given permission to ejaculate. As soon as he began to shoot his seed, he gasped in pleasure as his dick shot torrents of cum all over his sheets and buffer torso. Drew continued to moan from the heightened pleasure he felt until he was suddenly overcome with an intense bout of drowsiness. Before he could react and clean himself off, he immediately collapsed into his bed and fell into a deep slumber...

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While Drew was pleasuring himself, Patrick was back at his home furious. “What the fuck, I can’t believe that fucking asshole took my bag!” he screamed, tossing the bag of Drew’s basic clothing against the wall of his bedroom. He always knew that Drew had some weird attraction to him, but he never expected it to get to the point where he would actually steal his bag!

After taking a second to cool off, Patrick got into his bed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and attempt some form of meditation. As his eyes remained closed, Patrick was also enveloped into a state of obliviousness as his body soon began to change in response to Drew’s wish. The universe could change Drew into Patrick, but it would not allow reality to be altered so heavily that there were two identical men. Patrick unfortunately got the short end of the universe’s stick, so his body slowly began the transformation into Drew. With his arms crossed around his chest, any outside observer could stare in amazement and watch as Patrick’s biceps slowly deflated, growing less muscular by the second until all that was left hanging off of his arm was a modest amount of flab. 

This seemed to be the overall response his body had while transforming into Drew: growing smaller. His naturally large dick also began to shrink from within his pair of workout shorts. Inch by inch, it grew smaller until it was turned into an exact replica of Drew’s smaller member. His body overall grew smaller by the second as he lost his intimidating muscle mass and gained a softer, chubbier form. His pecs lost their muscular edge as they slowly rounded out and slightly drooped before turning into a pair of moobs. 

Finally, his body went through more cosmetic changes, as his skin began to grow more youthful as the slight wrinkles on his body quickly faded away. He felt a twinge of pain on the lower half of his face, but he remained uninterested towards checking out the reason behind it. If he had opened his eyes and looked down, Patrick would have seen his facial hair quickly being yanked out of his face and disintegrating into nothingness. Drew struggled to grow facial hair, so having a thick mustache would not be appropriate in the slightest. 

Although Patrick was completely oblivious to the fact that he was receiving an entirely new body, the universe knew he would be happy with the opportunity to be younger once more. He often felt that he had lost an opportunity to enjoy his young adulthood, so being Drew was a blessing in disguise. Given that Patrick was 31, the age regression into Drew’s age of 23 would give him several years to experience life as a younger white guy.

With the changes beginning to finish up, Patrick started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over him as he laid there still with his eyes still closed. He tried to fight it, but like a riptide, he was lost and sent spiraling into unconsciousness, not knowing of the new life waiting for him when he woke up…

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Unknown to the both of them, the universe continued to work hard during their slumber. While they dreamed, this otherworldly influence provided each of them their new memories to help them perfectly assimilate into their new lives. On top of this, they warped reality quickly, placing the new Patrick in his new house and doing the same to Drew with his apartment.

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Patrick awoke from his slumber, where he soon found his head tilted in a strange position because of the thick headphones wrapped around his head. Chuckling at his forgetfulness, he quickly sat up and inhaled a burst of air as his eyes caught sight of his bedroom.  Looking down, he also caught sight of his body, which made him flash a wider smile. He was proud of the body he had, which was always apparent when he worked out at the gym. He loved to show off his beefy bod around the locker room and dominate the other guys who he would catch lusting over him. Looking down, he quickly noticed his cum-covered chest, so Patrick headed into the bathroom so he could clean himself off. Not wanting to waste the remaining daylight, he showered with haste so he could get out and continue to enjoy his day.

As he finished drying off, he caught sight of the sun shining in through his window. Patrick walked out of the bathroom and got dressed into a pair of boxer briefs. He placed his headphones back onto his head and began to walk out towards the living. He was still partially groggy from his nap, but he couldn’t refuse the opportunity to enjoy the sunset on his patio. While staring out of the patio door, Patrick couldn’t help but flash a big grin. Life was great and he loved the opportunity to go sunbathe and tan his buff body. As he headed out to the patio, he couldn’t help but think to himself “Gosh, this is the best life a man could ask for!” 

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When Drew woke up, he felt a major migraine coming on as his eyes opened. His body was still getting used to these gym sessions, so he often gave himself migraines when he pushed himself too hard. Apparently, this migraine was so bad that he didn’t even make it to his bedroom. Looking around, his lethargic eyes told him that he was resting on his leather couch. He was eager to grow and become the man he longed to become. His body wasn’t in the best shape, but he was happy to at least see some of the potential in it. In fact, one day he longed to have a body like a fellow gym-goer by the name of Patrick. He couldn’t help but admire his bulky form and wish he was as intimidating as him. “Maybe I could ask him for help” Drew thought to himself, curious about whether the man would help him or just tell him to piss off.

Thinking about it a bit longer, he ultimately decided that It was worth a shot. So, Drew quickly made a mental note to ask Patrick for some guidance the next time he saw him in the gym. He loved his body, but he knew it could be better and that was encouraging to him! He was eager to shed all of this extra weight and replace it with intimidating muscles that would make him the object of every man’s desire. He knew it was possible, so he was determined to achieve his goals. Hopefully with Patrick’s assistance, Drew could turn himself into the buff muscle jock he longed to be!

Thinking about the possibility of growing into such an intimidating man, Drew reached his hands down into his pants and began to jerk off as he fantasized about his future growth...

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Helping Out A Friend: Part II

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As I began to feel a slight sticky dampness spread around my crotch, I knew I had to stop myself from admiring my body any longer just to make sure I didn’t accidentally cum before I could get some alone time with this body. Trying to quickly make my boner fade, I tried the childish approach that I often utilized whenever I was afraid or accidentally turned on by something. I spun myself around and faced towards the shower and closed my eyes as I began to think about schoolwork and the whole reason for this swap in the first place.

Once my boner receded, I finally departed the bathroom to check on Curtis, who was now just laying on the couch browsing on his phone. As he realized that I was finally back, he sat up, smiled and said, “This is so crazy, right?” 

I couldn’t help but awkwardly grin and respond with a simple “Yeah…” as I headed towards the couch and sat at the opposite end. I was still finding myself fairly shocked by his acceptance and immediate enjoyment out of the swap, which made me question how many times he’s used this device before. Before I could even bring up my inquiry, he handed me his phone and he took mine off of the coffee table. Then, he began to talk about the swap and our plan a bit more. 

“Well, given that you’re Antonio and I’m Curtis, we obviously need to swap phones as well. Also, we need to swap apartments as well so no one grows suspicious as to why Curtis is living in Antonio’s place and vice versa…” As I listened to him detail more of his plan, I couldn’t help but agree and slowly get more excited about the potential of living as Antonio. I mean, I’m definitely going to miss my solo apartment, but I also enjoy the concept of living in a frat house with all of Antonio’s friends. I could feel my dick begin to firm up once more as I thought about how hot it was that his friends would be oblivious to the fact that the nerd that they used to throw insults at just a few weeks ago is now the one they’re living with. While Curtis got to live alone and be himself, I found an odd excitement about having to be “100% Antonio” for the next few months. I was sure I’d be fine given that we swapped some mental aspects as well, but I still found the potential of trying to “fit in” rather thrilling.

Before too long, Curtis finished his lecture and I could only stare blank-faced as he told me about various details such as what keys in my jacket will be for my apartment, my motorcycle, etc. I felt myself go into autopilot and just naturally nod and follow his instructions given his clearly meticulous planning. After a few more minutes of lecturing me about the new aspects of my life, he wasted no more time and sent me on my way. Once he slammed the door shut  behind me, I awkwardly stumbled out of his place and began the journey towards my new home.

As I headed into the large parking garage, I wandered around aimlessly through several floors while searching for Antonio’s motorcycle. After a few more minutes, I felt a sense of intuition begin to direct me in my mind as I naturally moved and found my new mode of transportation. Getting onto the bike, I nervously put in the key and turned it on. Never experiencing a motorcycle before, I childishly gasped and flinched as I heard the motor roar to life. Knowing that I would need to rely on that “Antonio intuition” for a short while, I immediately let those instincts take slight control as my body seemingly went through muscle memory. I flipped up the kick stand, revved the engine, and sped off into the night towards my new home.

Once I finally arrived and parked at the frat house, I mentally prepared myself to encounter all of these douchebag frat bros as I walked up to the front door. Taking a quick inhale, I slid my key into the door and exhaled as I stepped inside. The place itself was what you would expect for a frat house; it was littered with beer cans, barren of any decoration, and filled with cocky guys walking around, taunting their friends and sitting on the couch to smoke weed. While looking around, my eyes met another guy in the house, who immediately called me over to hang with the rest of the guys. “Oh, sorry guys but I’m really tired. I should head up to bed!” I tried to explain, but it was all for nothing as the guys ignored me. Immediately, three guys came rushing over and dragged me into the living room. As soon as I got into the room, they tossed me onto the couch, where I fell right in the empty space between two guys who were passing around a blunt.

“You want a hit?” the man to my left asked, his breath smoky and eyes bloodshot as he exhaled the fumes into my face. I gagged and groaned with a forceful, “Oh, no thanks man, I’m good!”

However, as the smoke entered my mouth and nostrils, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t repulsed by it. It seemed that Antonio was no stranger to the drug, which was an interesting revelation given how clean-cut he seemed to me. There was a tingle in the back of my mind, with that intuition of the original Antonio begging me to take a hit. Both curious and eager to get this tingling to stop, I looked at the blond-haired man to my left and responded with a joyful, “Hey man, actually, let me take a hit of that!”

As he handed it over to me, I couldn’t help but smile as I sucked on the joint and took in the fumes. To this body, it felt amazing, as that little voice in my head slowly faded away after receiving what it desired. However, in my mind, I was both shocked and disgusted with myself for doing that. My parents were quite conservative and spent so much of my high school years giving me constant monologues about the hidden evils of drugs and alcohol. But as the blunt continued to pass around the group in several cycles, I felt those thoughts slowly dissipate with each round as the drug finally hit and relaxed me.

While talking with these guys, I felt my intuition begin to influence me a lot more. Mental notes began to appear, telling me more about who each of these guys were and if Antonio was friends with them or not. It was cool to sort of “tap into” my Antonio persona and become more comfortable with them as we chatted for a good hour or so. 

Eventually, one of the guys, who Antonio’s mind told me was named Brian, asked where I went tonight. “I went to go see my friend… Curtis. You’ve seen him before”, I say, remembering all of the rude comments these guys used to say to me anytime Antonio came to say hi to me on campus. 

You could imagine my surprise when they all laughed and Brian chimed in “I thought you hated that dweeb?”, adding a hearty chuckle as I was left shocked. 

Returning to complete awareness out of my marijuana daze, I gasped in confusion. “What… what do you mean? That’s my best friend from childhood.” 

“Dude, I know you want to be nice to him given how much he got bullied, but he’s definitely not your best friend. You’re always complaining about him approaching you anytime he sees you and about how much he keeps trying to hang out with you…” Brian pointed out, an intense tone heard in his voice.

Speechless, I just responded with a shrug of my shoulders and I took the joint once more, this time taking a much deeper hit. As I exhaled, I leaned back on the couch and looked up, watching the thick cloud of smoke float up towards the ceiling before disappearing just as fast as it came. 

With my mood quickly becoming sour thanks to Brian’s revelation, I decided to excuse myself and head up to my bedroom. I hopped up onto my feet and wobbled up the stairs, letting my mind rest as I let body lead me to my new bedroom. Both angry and frustrated, I couldn’t understand why Antonio even asked to swap with me if he “hated me” as much as they said. On the verge of both crying and punching a hole in the wall, I decided the best course of action would be to just sleep it off and figure it out tomorrow once I had a clearer head.

It was fairly uncomfortable as I began undressing, but as I removed my crop top and shorts, I couldn’t help myself from being turned on by this body, no matter how much I currently hated the man who owns this body. As I took off my shorts, I remembered the device in my pocket and fished it out of the pocket and placed it in my dresser drawer under a pile of clothes. Once I was finished hiding the device and getting into my underwear, I couldn’t help but sit on the bed and think about how pissed off I was at Antonio for being such a two-faced friend to me.

No matter how angry I was, I couldn’t deny that I was still turned on by being in Antonio’s body. Looking down after feeling a tight pressure in my crotch, I saw a clear picture of my throbbing dick stretching out the confines of my underwear. As I fell back into bed and turned off the light, I couldn’t help myself from sliding my hand down my underwear and feeling my new equipment once more. It was impossible to stop myself any longer, so I started wrapping my thick hands around my just as thick shaft and began running my hand up and down. “Jesus Christ…” I moaned, surprised by just how sensitive my new dick was. After a few hours since my accidental edging from when we first swapped, it didn’t take much more until I was gasping and climaxing, filling my black underwear with such a large quantity of cum.

As I finally finished shooting my load, I fell deeper into my pillow and thought about how I better clean myself up. However, as soon as I got comfortable and placed my head on my pillow, I was suddenly overcome with an intense feeling of drowsiness. Within seconds, I passed out after wearing myself out both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t help but have my last thoughts of the night be that I hoped that tomorrow would be a better day as Antonio than today had been…

My eyes snapped open as the alarm clock began screaming in the early hours of the morning. I sat up and looked around, my body tensing up as I recognized the bedroom before me belonging to Antonio rather than my own. Taking a moment to calm down, I reminded myself of my situation and why I was sleeping in just my underwear in my best friend’s bedroom. As I fully remembered the reasons behind such a predicament, I finally relaxed and sprang up from bed to start getting ready for my day. 

While walking around Antonio’s bedroom, I couldn’t help but snoop a bit as I looked around my new bedroom to try and understand more about my new life beyond the memories he gave me and the muscle memory that his body has. While looking through his desk drawers, my mouth spread into a wide grin as I stumbled across a thick and weathered notebook. Curious to see what he was writing about, I cracked open the journal and began to read the contents. My expectations of finding descriptions of his day and romantic sentiments were quickly dashed though, as I read the journal and came across pages of him describing in detail all of his sexual conquests. I couldn’t help but groan in disgust as he detailed all of the ways that he dominated both men and women and got them to service him in every way he desired.

As I was about to finish reading the almost fully completed journal labelled “Senior Year”, I gasped and jumped up at the sound of a bang on my door. “Yo, Antonio, it’s Sunday. Are you getting ready to head to the gym with me or no?” I heard someone say. 

“Uh… just a minute!” I cried out, glancing down and realizing that I was still shirtless apart from my jizz-covered underwear. As quick as I could, I ripped off the underwear and threw on a new pair of briefs. With not many options immediately at my disposal, I threw on my weed-scented crop top from the previous night as well. Thinking I still had my longer haircut, I quickly grabbed a cap and threw it onto my head to cover my non-existent bedhead. Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of Brian in a tank top and pair of compression tights tapping his hand against the door frame. 

“So… are we going or not? I’ve got some plans to meet up with Amber from Delta Kappa Gamma in an hour and thirty, so I don’t want to be late for that,” he said, adding a devilish wink to make the implicit explicit with his clear hint towards sex. I couldn’t help but stare at his swimming-pool blue eyes that shimmered after his wink. Although I had no interest in Brian given his previous behavior towards me, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive. With those blue eyes and curly blonde hair, he was quite a vision to behold. The sight before me was even impressive as his workout clothes clearly defined his ripped physique, with his thick biceps, meaty pecs, and thick thighs stretching the limits of his tight clothes.

Trying not to seem out of the ordinary, I agreed with a smile, adding “Yeah, just let me shower real quick and we’ll be on our way!” before closing the door and rushing to gather my shower materials and a set of clothes to change into. As I opened the door, Brian was already gone, so I quickly paced towards the bathroom and slammed the door behind me.

Immediately, I turned on the shower to begin heating it up as I began to take off my clothes. I started with my crop top and shorts, quickly stripping them off and setting them on the counter by the opposite set of clean clothes that I brought with me. As I looked into the mirror at my almost-nude body, I couldn’t help myself from staring at my reflection and admiring his bulky yet strong frame. Given that my day was about to involve a gym session, I felt it was appropriate to check out what I’m working with while waiting for the shower to heat up. 

Bringing my arms up, I couldn’t help but smile as I flexed and watched my thick biceps bulge out and show off just how buff I was now. Although not fully muscular, I wasn’t upset with how I looked by any means. While touching my pecs, it became clear that although they weren’t clearly defined from the softening of some chest fat, there was still a large amount of muscle apparent from just looking at them. As I cupped them in my rugged hands, I couldn’t help but squeeze and feel the mix of both soft fat at the surface and the firm muscle just a layer deeper. Turning my attention towards my legs, I looked down at my revealed thick thighs and spread my legs a little wider. I turned my leg so it faced outward, curled my toes and I watched the thicker thighs suddenly have a large amount of muscle become apparent as I held my pose. This body was incredibly dense, so I personally couldn’t wait to explore it more later as I brought my flexed arms down so I could finally get ready. I feared Brian’s wrath if I accidentally made him late for his hookup appointment with his sorority girlfriend, so I rapidly ripped off my underwear, set my hat down on the counter, and stepped into the shower.

It felt strange as I spent less time showering and shampooing my shorter hair and more time lathering up my body. It was fairly erotic to look down at my beefy frame and spend so much time lathering it up and making sure every inch of my body was completely washed. I also personally loved running my hands through my wet pelt of chest hair and treasure trail and watching the hair wave and wiggle as the soapy water ran through it.

Once I finished, I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off and got dressed into some clothing that I felt was workout appropriate: a dark black tank top, a pair of blue briefs, and a tight pair of athletic shorts. On top of feeling workout appropriate, it also seemed like the perfect place to try and emphasize how buff I was with all of this form-fitting gear. The tank-top tightly displayed my pecs and slight gut with not shame, but pride.

As I walked out of the bathroom, my body grabbed a bag, which my mind soon told me was Antonio’s workout bag with a whole bunch of snacks, drinks, and towels. Thanking Antonio’s insight for saving my ass, I bounded down the stairs to find Brian waiting for me. I flashed a smile and offered a quick “Good to go”, but he did not respond. Rather than respond, he just gave me a weird look, which made me assume that he was either annoyed with my lateness or unsure why I was wearing this for our workout. He didn’t bother to explain his glare though as he opened the door and I quickly followed behind him as we jogged over to the school gym.

I followed Brian’s lead as we headed into the gym, swiped our college ID cards, and entered the locker room to put away our bags. Once we finished, we then returned to the gym and started our workouts. Brian began doing his own thing, so I aimlessly wandered around the gym waiting for Antonio’s intuition to tell me what I needed to know and what I should do. Once I got to a barbell set, my mind instantly informed me that I knew how to do this. Tapping into that newfound ability, I absentmindedly began to add weight on both sides of the bar. I initially felt stressed as I watched the total weight grow with each addition, but I put trust in my body and let it lead the way. Finally securing the weight, I crouched underneath the bar and watched as my body got immediately into the appropriate form. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and began to stand up with the bar behind my neck. I grit my teeth and mentally prepared myself for the strain of so much weight, but I was shocked as I slowly stood up and only felt some slight strain as I lifted the weighted bar up and down repeatedly for several sets. 

It was so unusual letting my body lead the way and just stop thinking about the process, especially given the fact that I’ve never done a single workout in my life. However, that strange feeling slowly faded as I continued to accept the nuggets of information that my mind delivered to me piece by piece as I tried out all of the various equipment in the gym. I couldn’t help but flash a big smile as I worked out as if I’ve been doing this for years. As I got onto a treadmill, Brian finally joined me and we used the final 15 minutes to do a quick little jog. Watching the clock, I stopped the machine and informed Brian of the time once we got to the end of our hour session. We quickly headed out of the gym and towards the locker room, grabbing our bags and patting our faces with our towels to cool off. Brian was seemingly in a hurry to go hookup with his girlfriend, so he quickly walked out of the locker room and gave me a simple “See you at the party tonight bro!” as he heads out. 

My eyes went wide as I imagined the concept of my original self attending at a frat party, but I did my best to relax and decide to cross that bridge later when it came up. After grabbing my bag and starting to head out of the locker room, I couldn’t help but pull out my phone as I passed a large mirror near the exit. I smiled as I took a few pictures and thought about how happy I was finding myself in Antonio’s body. I didn’t expect to enjoy it THIS much, but I was certainly having a blast as such a buff hunk. Deciding to check in on my old body, I ignored my anger towards Antonio and opened up my messages. Typing quickly, I shot off a text to Curtis with a photo from my gym session and added a quick little caption.

“Man, this body is so buff! How are you doing Curtis?”

After sending off the text, I finally departed from the locker room and began my trek through the harsh embrace of winter towards the frat house once again…

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Ouija Boards Don’t Have A Sense of Humor

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You originally scoffed at the idea of playing with the board with your friends, but after a few drinks and an open mind, you eventually gave into their pleas. You weren’t a believer in the supernatural, so you found it hard to believe that using a ouija board would end up with any fun result. To you, it was just a dumb parlor trick that was able to fool the lighthearted and those desperate for evidence of life after death.

When the game first started, the group began by asking for any spirits to make their presence known. After a few attempts, their questions were completely ignored and elicited no response. To try and join in on the fun, you called out “Spirit, make yourself known!” and chuckled. Out of nowhere, the planchette quickly slid across the board, pulling everyone along with it in a single swoop. Everyone else gasped and cried out in shock, but you were not convinced. Assuming that it was just a joke, you cockily declared “Well, what do you want then?” 

You and your friends meticulously watched the board as the planchette dashed across the board letter by letter. “B-O-D-Y” it spelled out, which made you chuckle at such a predictable answer then. Your friends were still sure that the board was real and begged you to leave it alone, but you wouldn’t give it up. “If it’s a body you want, come and take mine then. I’m not sure anyone would want a body like this though, even a ghost has standards...” you stated. And it was somewhat true, you weren’t the ugliest guy ever, but you certainly weren’t in the top 100 guys that someone would wish to look like. Overall, you were quite average and your clothing didn’t help your case, which only emphasized your lanky body and average demeanor. 

Apparently though, the spirit talking through the board was willing to take you up on the offer. Your face quickly drops from a cocky smile to a look of amazement as a billowing plume of smoke manifested out of the plastic viewfinder in the center of the planchette. Your friends gasped in shock, but both you and your friends could do nothing as the smoke darted towards you. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity for you as the smoke shot down your nose and throat. You could only gag and choke on the smoke, but right as you felt yourself reaching the brink of asphyxiation, you suddenly drifted off into a state of slumber.

When you wake up, you find yourself laying on a dark black floor. Unsure what was going on, you frantically search around as you find yourself lost in a seemingly endless dark void. Upon a second inspection, your eyes suddenly recognize a form manifesting out of the void. Within several seconds, you watch as a hulking brute of a man materializes in front of you and gives you a devilish grin. “Well hello there” he said, his husky voice echoing within this darkness you now found yourself in. “Who are you? What do you want?” You respond, your tone pointed to tell the man you weren’t intimidated by him. “You know who I am, you invited me into your body” he chuckled, which made you begin to realize that this was some form of ghost. 

As a look of panic began to spread over your face, the man directed you to remain calm. He detailed his story about how he was an up-and-coming jock who was killed in a freak accident. For years now, he’d been searching for a host to help him have an opportunity at life once more, so he was ecstatic when you willingly offered up your body to him. When you asked him if he was going to take control of your body and leave you here, he chuckled and curtly stated that he had no desires to trap you deep within the trenches of your mind. Instead, the specter proposed a new deal that would be beneficial to the both of you. By accepting his deal, he stated that he would be able to help you become an irresistible man that would demand attention and respect. By merging your souls, you would be given the opportunity to be the assertive man you had always longed for. The spirit’s demands were fairly simple, where he would be allowed to have access to all of your senses and thus get to experience life once more (even if he was permanently in the passenger seat). He asked for the ability to mentally communicate with you when necessary, where he would only offer tips and tricks when it came to becoming a jock like he once was. 

You stood there, thinking about your possibilities. If you refused, there was always the possibility that the ghost’s demeanor would change and thus punish you for not agreeing to its terms. As you considered the deal, you realized that it wasn’t a completely terrible one. By letting this spirit take up a residence within you, you’d remain in control and become a buff jock like you always wished. On top of that, you’d be allowed to maintain your intelligence and personality to become a truly triple-threat with a killer body, a high IQ, and an approachable yet cocky personality. 

After a few more minutes of thinking it over, you looked at the spirit and placed your hand forward. “It’s a deal then”, you stated with a smile. The ghost returned the pleasantry and shook your hand and flashed a bright smile.

For moments, everything went dark, but things were happening while you remained unconscious. In the real world, your friends began to gasp as your body began to contort and twist in a gruesome fashion. Your body let out natural grunts and growls during the contortions, but that wasn’t all that was happening. Your arms tensed up as fists clenched, but to your friends’ surprise, your arms began to explode with muscle. With the visual resembling a balloon being blown up, your friends could only look in shock as biceps inflated into existence and forearms thickened to create two intimidating arms. The changes continued downward as your body continued to inflate with muscle. Your thin torso soon began to explode, with hefty pectorals manifesting within seconds and stretching your shirt to the absolute brink of ripping. One-by-one, abdominal muscles emerged and popped into place down your stomach. With these changes finishing on your torso, your stretched t-shirt ultimately lost the battle and ripped in several places.

With your torso now completed, the changes move a few inches south as it begins to localize around your dick. Even down to the equipment, you were incredibly average. This situation is soon remedied as your dick begins to lengthen several inches and gain a little bit of girth as well. The changes move to your backside, which is clear to your friends as they watch you slowly rise up on the bed. Your ass begins to inflate with a healthy mix of muscle and fat until you’re left with a brand new bubble butt.

The changes once again continue its downward movement, with your legs becoming the new focus. Your friends could only stare at your jean-covered legs, watching as the flesh underneath rippled and waved in a strange fashion. It didn’t take long before your thighs began to grow a musculature that would have only been possible after years of hard work in a gym. Finally, your calves also inflated as well to show that your new body was quite the runner. Much like your t-shirt, your jeans were ultimately no match for your wide thick thighs and ultimately caused the denim to shred. To finish up the physical changes, your body tenses up as your height quickly grows from a normal 5’8” to an intimidating 6’4”. In response, your jeans now look like a pair of capris and your t-shirt begins to ride up until it more closely resembled a midriff shirt.

Now that your body’s musculature had completely changed, a final wave of cosmetic changes began to spread across your body. Through the tattered shirt and ripped jeans, your friends watched as jet black tattoos began to manifest all across your body. Your nerdy friends gasped in response, immediately growing intimidated by just the sight of the fresh ink. As the changes begin to dwindle down, your hair starts to magically recede into your scalp until you’re left with a look of a freshly buzzed hair that only adds to your now permanent look of dominance. While the hair finishes disappearing from your scalp, facial hair also begins to push out of your pores. The wiry brown hair quickly grows out of your face until you’re left with a modest beard. To finish, a little bit of trimming occurs around your mouth with your mustache and goatee area.

Now that your changes are finished, it’s as if on cue when your eyes jolt open. As you return to consciousness, you grumble and groan due to how heavy you feel. “Gosh, that was such a weird dream…” you say, tilting your head in confusion as you hear the deeper voice coming out of your mouth. When you bring your hand up to your face to wipe your eyes and stretch your arms behind your head, your eyes go wide as you see the thick hands and tatted-up forearms and biceps you now had. Watching your biceps bulge through your ripped t-shirt, you grin as you realize that the ghost truly did follow through with his promise. “Thank you” you thought, hoping that the ghost was able to somehow hear your appreciation. You jump at first as you hear the spirit’s voice echo within your mind. “Thank you as well, I appreciate you doing this for me!” he says, a surprisingly cheery tone being noticed in his voice. 

Standing up, you stumble and attempt to remain upright as you attempt to get used to your new weight and center of gravity. You hadn’t expected such a change, but it was understandable given all of the muscles you had just been gifted. Your friends have become totally forgotten in your mind as you head into a bathroom to check yourself out. After flicking on the light and turning towards the mirror, you gasp at just the sight of your new body. Tired of seeing the tattered shirt, you grip the fabric and rip it completely off your body, revealing your inked and buff body. You shift in the mirror and take note of your beefy pecs and flex for your own satisfaction. As you feel your now-larger dick beginning to firm up at the sight of yourself, you decide that it’s best to go out and explore the town. No longer in the mood with playing childish games, you grab your oversized winter coat that now fits perfectly and head out into the night. With a body like this, you were eager to see what the world had to offer you now.

It had been almost a year now since the change and life had only gotten dramatically better for you since then. As it turns out, the spirit used to be a football player, so upon him bring up this fact, you asked him to share that knowledge. Your brain became overstimulated as years of experience flooded your mind. Various plays, tips on how to be the best player, and even experiences that the ghost had in his past life began to spring forth to the front of your mind. After returning to a normal state of consciousness, you decided that it would be a shame to waste this knowledge and ultimately tried out for the team. 

With this built body and his shared knowledge, you immediately made the team and eventually became the star player on the team. In less than a season, you turned a failing football team into a championship winning team. With your meteoric rise, the college bent to any whim of yours to keep you from leaving them. As a result, you were given a full ride scholarship and the full backing of the college as they vowed to help you go pro once you graduate. It was obvious why they would do that, given your meteoric rise and already growing social media following, the opportunity of you going pro would only positively represent and promote their college. The partnership with you and the ghost had turned out to be mutually beneficial for the both of you. Now, you both were looking to accomplish things that neither of you would have ever done solo... 

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May I get the spirit of a dead jock, the meathead bro with an obsession with muscles and being manly to cohabit my body and basically force me to become manly too? It's like being my own personal trainer in my own body, since I can't mentally for the life of me start working out on my own and too shy to ask for help. I'd like it if his presence makes my body change to better serve him too.

A Special Kind of Athletic Supporter

For years now, you’ve imagined the concept of becoming a jock. To replace those spindly frail arms of yours with the ripped musculature of thick forearms and beefy biceps. To widen your thighs, not with fat, but with well-defined thigh muscles. However, every time you got close to putting this plan into motion, your fears got the best of you and you kept dropping the idea. This process happened yearly, but this year, however, was different for you. As your thin frame (and especially your gut) began to slightly puff out from the never-ending meal swipes you had at university, you knew you had to finally suck it up and begin the process of working out. It was just coming to the end of January and the situation was growing more prominent as you now struggled to conceal your growth with your larger clothing.

So here you were, standing outside the university gym and trying to get your social anxiety under control before you fully took the plunge. You knew you needed to do this for your own happiness. Although you were a fan of guys of all body sizes, you just always were enamored with the concept of being a muscular guy. The fact that you were not similar to your ideal appearance just made you lose even more of your already record-low confidence. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you nodded in self-assurance as you finally stepped into the gym.

Walking in, you looked around as you took in the sights of the large intimidating gym. The sea of ripped guys and girls working out was even more intimidating to you, but you tried to hype himself up, thinking to yourself that one day you’d be like those guys. Eager to finally begin the process, you quickly swiped your ID card at the front desk and entered the locker room towards the right side of the building.

Once you entered, you had to steady yourself as you were given an incredibly sexy vision of a sea of buff men nearly naked sans their jockstraps and possible compression gear. Walking past them, you felt intimidated by both their size and height, as almost every guy was taller than your petit 5’2”. As you walked farther back into the locker room, it became a struggle to hide your engorged member.

Eventually, you made your way to the back of the locker room and breathed a sigh of relief as you found no one residing there. Setting down your backpack, you awkwardly look around to make sure no one is around. With the coast being clear, you begin to undress, taking off your buttoned-up shirt and jeans until all that’s left are your simple white briefs. Looking down, your nervous face turns into a slight frown as you look at the small section of fat prominently residing around your gut. You were thankful that you were able to hide it with your clothing for so long, but it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed to burn that fat away immediately and indefinitely.

Setting both your gym clothes and your street clothes into two piles on the bench, you look around once more as you gingerly prepare to take off your underwear. However, right before you switch into some boxer briefs, your eyes take note of an abandoned jockstrap on the floor near the other end of the empty bench. Walking down, you look at the undergarment and grab it, beginning to inspect the black jockstrap. It looks freshly clean, and as you decide to give it a slight whiff, you find that you cannot detect any scent that could resemble sweat. In fact, it smelled freshly washed, with the scent of a laundry detergent being the only thing you could take note of.

You couldn’t describe it, but the longer you held it, an intense desire to wear it began to amplify. It wasn’t used luckily, and you couldn’t deny that you found jockstraps sexy. For years, you had seen men in tight form-fitting ones online and in porn. You wished to be ripped like them, so you told yourself that you should wear clothes like them too. Making sure no one was around once more, you rip off your white briefs and quickly pull the jockstrap up over your genitals. Once it’s on your body, you can’t help but feel slightly attractive. You never would have worn a jockstrap on your own volition, so you can’t help but feel a little thankful for the mysterious jockstrap that you had come across. Given that you were about to work out and hopefully have a body worthy of the jockstrap, you also theorized that by wearing it, it could be your way of encouraging yourself to have the best body you could. 

Quickly putting on  your workout clothes, you can’t help but smile as you think about the fact that you’re about to begin the process you’ve been dreaming of for years. As you walk down each aisle, you’re surprised by the fact that there’s no longer any jocks in here. Right as you’re about to reach the doorway and head into the gym, you stop to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Once you stop, you look awkwardly into the mirror and give yourself a nod of approval. However, your eyes ignore your body as you begin to notice the dark smokey illusion that was residing behind you. Looking deeper into the mirror, you gasp as your eyes watch a pair of bright green eyes appear behind you. Turning around, you could only display a look of shock as you come face to face with a large cloud of black smoke that dominates you in both size and height. Screaming in fear, you have no time to react as the cloud rapidly twirls up and rushes at you. Watching it continue to consume your body in a whirlwind, you slowly lose consciousness as the smoke overtakes you....

Your eyes jerk open as you find yourself back in the locker room. However, something seems off to you. Looking around, the locker room is now much fuller, with a gaggle of guys playing locker room hijinks on each other around you. A man notices your look of shock and comes up to you. “Hey man, are you good?” the man asks, his face now sharing the look of concern. 

“Uh, I feel weird. I feel very strange, like I just woke up from the strangest dream…” you say, trying to figure out how all of these guys randomly appeared out of nowhere. The man’s face turns into a slight grin as he believes you’re joking. “Well dude, you should try to eat something then. You’re probably light-headed from how hard you were working out today. I was shocked when I caught sight of all of the weight you were re-racking. You’ve become quite the beast already! It’s crazy how much you’ve grown over these months!” He responds, a flash of a smile on his face as he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes.

Looking down, you follow your eyes towards the shoulder that the man is grabbing, where you gasp at the sight. You can’t help but stumble backwards and into a set of lockers as you take note of a strange observation. Your body is clearly not the same as it was before you passed out. Your once twig-like arms are now pumped with muscle, which is made even more apparent to you from the sight of the bulging biceps that are straining against the seams of your form-fitting t-shirt. 

The guys all turn to you in shock, where you just quickly excuse yourself and head into the bathroom. Running into the nearest available stall, you slam the door and lock it behind you as you sit on the stool and try to come to terms with the weird sights before your eyes..

“What’s wrong? I granted your wish” you hear, which causes you to jump and look around to find the source of the deep voice. “Stop looking around, you will not find me”, the voice continues, “You’ve already seen me anyway, young human”. 

“Who are you? What did you do to me?” you respond, your voice remaining slightly quiet to keep yourself from seeming like a lunatic to the other guys for talking to no one while inside a stall.

The voice begins to explain, stating the fact that he’s a lost spirit who previously died in the gym decades ago. For years, he had been stuck here and unable to escape or move on, but that all seemingly changed with you. He wanted to live again, so he figured the best way to do that would be to possess a young man by tempting him. His ghostly form took the appearance of the black jockstrap that you originally put on. He then describes that cloud of smoke as his true ghostly form, which was when he first took control of your body.

He continued, where he began to explain how he’s spent the last several months sculpting your body to become a more appropriate vessel for him to inhabit. Finally deciding that your body was in good shape, he finally allowed your mind to return to a shared consciousness with his so you could see the results. 

In fact, the ghostly voice was so happy with the results so far that he began to offer a deal with you. He vowed to no longer take complete control of your body as long as you vowed to allow him to remain there. His deal involved a shared body setup, where you would be allowed to live your normal life as you see fit, but you would be required to go to the gym at least 4 days a week, where he would take control for the time being to train your body to be the best it could be. It was a symbiotic relationship of sorts, as he offered you the potential of having a muscular body like you always desired. Of course, the one caveat was the fact that you had to sacrifice some of your life to this man’s workout regime. 

You inquired about what would happen if you refused the terms of the deal, which is where he just simply replied that he would just take full control and only allow you to reappear once a year. He didn’t want to sacrifice such a body ripe with potential and go back to becoming a ghost, especially since he had spent the last several months training your body to be its best.

Realizing that you’d be unable to get rid of the ghost no matter your choice, you gave in and agreed to his deal. Some control was better than becoming a passenger in your old body, so it seemed like a no brainer to you. The ghost was quite happy with your decision, vowing that you would ultimately find this partnership to be quite beneficial. It would give him the chance to live once more and allow you to be the ripped jock you’ve always wanted to be without even having to do the work yourself.

As the ghost retreated from the forefront of your shared mind, you found yourself back in full control of your body and thoughts as you exited the bathroom and returned to the now-deserted locker room. Walking around to make sure the locker room was empty, you headed towards the back section of the locker room to take stock of your new body. It felt oddly fitting to be back here to see the results of your new partnership given that this was the spot where you unknowingly let a ghost completely change your life.

You quickly slipped off your t-shirt and shorts until you were left in just the cursed black jockstrap. You stared into the mirror and admired your new body. It felt obviously foreign given how you weren’t used to navigating around the thick biceps, firm pecs, and well-defined thighs you now had. However, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were much hotter than you were prior. The ghost seemed to have some fun in your body as well, as you take note of the various tattoos that you now found displayed on your neck and chest. Most people would expect to be in complete shock and unaccepting of their new appearance, but you found that you were fully embracing it. As you pulled out your phone and took a photo of your broad muscular backside and perky ass, you couldn’t help but smile at all of the possibilities you now had.

This was the deal of a lifetime!

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So I've always loved chubby dudes, and I am one myself, but my jock brother always makes me feel inferior to him, always insulting me on my weight. I was wondering if you could show him what it's like to be as chubby as me, and show him all the benefits that come with it.

Punishing Your Big Brother

Thanks for reaching out, I can definitely understand why you reached out to me. It’s never a great thing to be insulted, but it’s always worse when it comes from your own family. I personally relate to your troubles, so I’m going to help you. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to add some twist to your wish.

Luckily, I have just a perfect idea to get your older brother to learn what it’s like to not be a well-sculpted muscle jock. Based on his behavior, I believe that a little bit of humiliation is necessary for your brother to start to comprehend the message you’re trying to get across. So, I think the best course of action would be for me to enchant some of his clothing. In particular, I’m enchanting his workout gear and jockstraps. The enchantment on these items will last for three days to give him plenty of opportunities to wear them. 

I could totally relate and understand your glee as you watched your brother head out to go workout at the local gym the next day. Your mind ran rampant as you thought about just how big your brother would grow during his gym session. 

You couldn’t watch as he transformed, but I certainly did. I watched as he bench pressed several sets, unaware of his arms bulging and growing more and more flabby with each passing set. While using a set of dumbbells, I was surprised as he noticed his pecs puffing out larger and larger from underneath his shirt. But, given his cocky demeanor, he thought nothing was amiss. In fact, he believed that his pecs had only gotten much more muscular than he remembered. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his blatant ignorance of his changes as his mind wouldn’t allow himself to think anything was amiss. 

Next, I watched him do a series of set-ups, oblivious to the increasing resistance that was centralizing on his stomach. It was quite hot to watch as his abs quickly disappeared from existence and a thick gut pushed forth from his torso. As he ran on the treadmill, he couldn’t tell that his thighs were thickening with each minute of running. The only reason that he noticed was when he began to feel his thighs rub against each other. However, he thought nothing of it and just widened his running stance to compensate.

Finally finished with his workout, he headed into the locker room. As he passed some fellow gym-goers, he failed to notice their snickering, laughing as they realized just how chunky he had become since they last saw him.

Upon exiting the shower, I maniacally chuckled as I watched him wipe away the fog and finally allowed for the illusion of his amazing musculature to become shattered. My levels of anticipation were not disappointed as I watched him shriek in disgust as he put his thicker hands on his gut. Confused, he jiggled the large gut he had just manifested as his face contorted into a look of revulsion. He groaned as he cupped his flabby pecs and watched them shake with every single step he took.

It was no surprise to me that he immediately got dressed in his now too-tight workout clothes and bolted out of the gym. By the way he entered the house in haste, you knew that something was up. He ran up the stairs, which now creaked under the increased weight he had accumulated.  While he sprinted up the stairs, he grew increasingly repulsed as he felt his entire body jiggle in response to every step. He slammed the door and fell into his bed, where he began to cry and mourn for the loss of his god-like physique.

Of course, when I said that I didn’t do a twist, I was lying. Upon his workout, I made it so his friends and family (other than you and him) had their reality shifted to believe that both you and your brother have always been chubby. I figured it would cause too much of a fuss to have everyone in your family become as equally shocked by his growth. Now, only you and your brother knew how he used to be. As he came downstairs, you gasped in shock as he returned wearing nothing but one of his workout jock straps. Despite the fact that I altered reality, I neglected to change his clothing to fit his more flabby form. You asked what was going on, but he just simply said that nothing in his closet fit anymore. You attempted to conceal your chuckle when your father referred to your brother as “big boy”, especially given the fact that your brother used to taught you with derogatory terms like that. Your brother just simply crossed his arms across his flabby pectorals and headed towards the couch to join you.

Unable to pretend that nothing happened, you ask him what happened to him and he recounts his story about his magical gym session. You act surprised rather well, making it as if you had no clue what was happening. Before you could continue your conversation, your mother interrupts you to say that it’s dinner time. As you walk over with him, you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear. “Go ahead and pig out a bit, you don’t have to worry about counting calories anymore”, which makes him look at you in shock. 

As both of you take your place at the table, you’re shocked to see your brother adapting quicker than you thought. He begins stacking his plate with food, more food than you’d ever seen him eat before. Just like you, I was shocked at just how well he was adapting. I hadn’t included any mental changes for him, so it’s amazing just how well he’s leaning into his chubbier body. 

After dinner, you both sat on the couch and watched TV, making small talk about school and sports as if nothing major had happened. There were several moments however where you watched him look down and explore his nearly naked body. He’d run his hands along his distended gut or feel his flabby arms, jiggling them and recognizing the loss of the thick solid muscle he once had.

“You ok dude? You’re taking your growth surprisingly well…” you ask, curious as to what’s going on with him. He turns and looks to you, responding with a calm “Yeah, I’m doing surprisingly ok. I mena, I obviously miss those muscles and the endless babes that it scored me, but being a chub like you isn’t too bad I suppose…” he says, taking a swig of his remaining beer can.

With the commercial break ending, you both direct your attention back to the TV as you both finish your cans of beer and you get up to throw them in the trash. As you’re walking away, you gasp in shock as you hear a deep belch reverberate around the room, causing your brother to chuckle at his behavior. It was so strange to think that just a few hours prior that your brother was an absolute jock, a drop-dead lady killer who constantly ridiculed the type of man he had now become.

As you sit back down on the couch and continue to watch TV, you realize that the ball is in your court now. Will you tell your brother about the source of his weight gain or will you ignore it and have him keep the jock strap on? You consider the possibilities for both. If you have him take it off and not wear it again within the next three days, the magic ends and he remains as chubby as he is now. If you have him wear any of the enchanted clothes and go workout again, you can get him to grow even further and make it so he’s permanently the bigger brother in every sense of the word. Maybe you could even attend the gym with him just to watch the changes occur for yourself… 

Hmm, much to think about if I do say so myself!

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Helping Out A Friend: Part III

If you haven’t read the previous entries, check out Part I and Part II.

I finally arrived back at the frat house, surprised that the frigid weather did not bother me during my walk. With my bigger build and how sweaty I was, the cold was welcomed with open arms rather than coldly rejected like how I used to feel about the weather. Once inside, I promptly kick off my shoes to get the snow off and quickly ascend the stairs. As I enter my room, I lock the door behind me as I drop off my gym bag just past the doorway. Heading over towards my bed, I groan as I fall back onto the mattress, where it warmly greets me with a slight bounce as I land.

I lay in bed to relax for a moment, the first break I’ve given myself since waking up. I shut my eyes as I exhale a sigh of relief and begin to reflect about my day so far. Thinking about my workout, I can’t help but still find myself in shock while considering the amount of weight that I lifted. I can’t deny that I begin to feel more of “Antonio’s” persona begin to spill out of me. After my first experience with the bar, I quickly found myself getting competitive with Brian throughout the session. I would quietly observe him doing a machine, and after he finished, I would take my turn. However, I found myself naturally trying to showcase my strength by adding more weight to a machine or doing more sets than he did. As Curtis, I wasn’t competitive in an athletic way. My competitive spirit was fairly tame, where the only time it was brought out was on academic-related options such as scoring the best on tests and leading a debate team or quiz bowl to victory. It was a strange feeling to allow all of that competitive nature to infiltrate me, but I can’t deny that it was cool to tap into a more manly form of competitive nature while still retaining the intelligence I had as Curtis.

Continuing to lie sprawled out on bed, I started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Thinking about my workout still, I begin to reason that the after-effects of my workout are finally beginning to make themselves known. “Well, it looks like I’m going to have to sleep in early tonight…” I say out loud, stretching my arms and legs out while attempting to stifle my yawn. “Oh fuck…” I angrily announce, suddenly remembering the frat party that Brian told me about. I knew that they would not let me miss it, but I was so tired that I needed to come up with some sort of solution to fix this drowsiness I felt. Deciding that it would be best to nap, I immediately sat up from my bed and stood up. Groaning because of my sore muscles, I quickly peel off my sweaty clothing so I could get ready to sleep. Despite my gangly frame that I despised, it was a natural step for me to sleep only in my underwear as Curtis. Luckily for myself, this habitual sleeping setup continued as Antonio. But with a body like this, it’s not really that strange of a desire anymore to show off my body (even if it’s exclusively for myself) given just how comfortable I’m finding myself as Antonio. Once I remove my garments, I smile as I look down and find myself only dressed in the bright red jockstrap that I wore to the gym. Falling back into the bed, I set my alarm for later in the evening and quickly drift off to sleep.

When the time comes, I’m awakened by the blaring tones of my alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, my eyes scan around the room until I reach the window. Looking out of it, I can see only darkness, sans the glowing ring light at the top right corner of the window belonging to a nearby street-light. Along with that vision, I hear the sound of deep bass echoing through the walls into my room. The party has already started, so I guess I better start getting ready before I miss it completely. Standing up and walking over to my closet, I grab one of the towels hanging and immediately exit the room to head to shower. With haste, I walk further down the hallway, where the music reverberates louder and louder along with a chorus of voices that slowly begin to emerge. I finally reach my destination and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Immediately, I rip off my jockstrap and twist the shower knobs.

To allow the water to warm up, I head over to the toilet, where I sit down on the stool and unlock my phone. Curious to see how Antonio’s social media feed looks, I decide to open up Instagram to see who Antonio follows and anyone he finds attractive. While scrolling, my mind immediately ignores and swipes past any girls or any of Antonio’s frat brothers as my mind is exclusively curious to see what guys he actively follows. In previous discussions we’ve had, it seemed that his taste tended to be far different than mine, where his interests were primarily composed of beefy or bearish guys. This conversation seems to seem valid as I come across photos of other beefy and chubby guys that Antonio found attractive, but I soon go wide-eyed as I finally come across someone that I knew. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, looking at the screen and coming face-to-face with a selfie of the crush I had as Curtis… Gabe Simmons. 

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While looking at the photo, I can’t believe that Antonio also found Gabe as hot as I did. I used to talk to him about Gabe constantly, but he never seemed to share the same interest in him as I did. From what I knew about the both of them, it seemed highly unlikely that they were friends given that Antonio wasn’t in a science major like me and Gabe were. On top of that, Gabe was in an entirely different social circle than Antonio, so I found it strange that he would be following Gabe. 

Continuing to scroll through Gabe’s feed, my eyes remain wide as I discover that every possible photo prior to the swap was liked by Antonio. While staring at his thick biceps, I can feel my dick slowly harden and grow wedged underneath the toilet seat. As I begin to feel the cool sensation of porcelain against my dickhead, I look down and begin to go into a vicious cycle of doubt. My mind goes rampant as I start to question everything and ponder what truly caused my dick to get hard. 

Was it just my attraction to Gabe or was it due to Antonio’s own muscle memory of staring at these same pictures and firming up at just the sight of the hunky nerd I was friends with? 

Was this another part of Antonio’s master plan of swapping with me? 

Was the whole fear of failing his last semester a ruse so he can get closer to the man we both seemingly wanted? 

My thoughts are soon interrupted as I look up and watch the steam from the shower slowly rise up towards the ceiling, notifying me that the water was finally warm enough. My boner still remains firm, but I decide not to take care of that right now as my mind continues to create conspiracy theories about what Antonio’s true intentions were for this swap.

In comparison to my first showering experience, this time goes quicker as my body goes on auto-pilot while my mind wanders to manic places. Once I finish, I twist the knobs until the water stops and then step out of the shower. After shaking the towel on my hair, I do a quick swipe down my torso and backside before finally tying the towel around my waist and leaving the bathroom.

Returning back into my room, I slam the door behind me and lock it. While I spent the majority of the day afraid of the concept of a frat party, I can’t help but be thankful for it now. The possibility of getting drunk and forgetting about my Antonio situation seems like paradise currently, so I move fast to get dressed and get downstairs. I rip off my towel and immediately begin to dry myself off rapidly. The majority of my body is dry, but there’s still one area left to lose some of that dampness. As I quickly pass the towel underneath my crotch, I polish off my crown jewels until my body is now completely dried off. I put on another jockstrap, a white one this time, and follow it up with a pair of denim jeans. I search through my closet for a shirt to fit the party vibe, but I’m unable to find one that truly stands out for me. 

Looking to compromise, I throw on a shirt for Jameson whiskey and shrug. “Parties involve drinking, so at least I’m somewhat on brand?” I think to myself as I pull the shirt down until it’s taunt around my biceps and over my pecs. When I look into the mirror, I look at my messy hair and decide I simply cannot be bothered with letting it dry it off completely. So, I grab a black cap off my dresser and place it on my head, twisting the bill towards my back as I finish my look. I pull out my phone and make a face as I take a few selfies to commemorate my first ever frat party. While looking at the photos, it’s clear by the look on my face that I’m not feeling in high spirits. However, eager to remedy my mood and not wanting to miss out on any more of the action, I left my room as I headed out down the stairs to the rowdy party that was already well underway…

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