Becoming Alpha!

Becoming Alpha!

I Begin...

This has been coming for over 3 months now.  Every time he is around, I can't take my eyes off of him.  I know he sees me, but I don't care and oddly enough, it seems, neither does he.  He is the largest and most incredible looking man I have ever seen.  He is so thick with muscle that you'd think that he could barely move, but he is an incredibly agile giant. He’s limber and he stretches better than most. It's as if he has the accelerated body of a gymnast, but with huge balloon-like muscles. He's cut and inhumanly huge, looking like a Superhero.  He literally looks like one of those morphed guys that you see online on the Muscle Growth sites, but he's made of real flesh and blood.  All of the woman and most of the men fawn over him like bees to honey, but when I'm there, it seems his attention is on me, just as much as my attention is on him.  It's uncanny, but I feel he is there just for me.  

He is an Asian man, but I'm not sure what ethnicity, nor do I care. He is simply marvelous:  Dark wavy hair, skin like bronzed butter with intense features and a square jawline.  His piercing ocean blue eyes that see deep into your watery soul and lift you out of the depths of your normal life.  Those sensuously deep red, plump, delicious looking full lips, that caresses the air of which he breathes with a hypnotic cadence of sound that soothes your inner demons and raises your hidden desires.  His upper arms are at least 30 inches around and his forearms alone must be 20 inches thick. Arms that could crush a man ribs into dust with just the slightest hug, but would rather lift a man to new heights.  His chest was like a pair of life preservers made of steel, with nipples that are brownish and as big as a baby's pacifier, which hang down, like fruit on a vine, due to the weight of his massive pec muscles.  

He never wears a shirt, mainly and honestly, because I don't know of one that would fit him.   He comes into Alpha Gym from the outside shirtless, even in the winter and it's as if the weather doesn't even phase him.  I was sure his skin was impenetrable. He was always in skintight shorts, of various colors, so he must change them. Normally shorts of that size, I'm guessing at least a 5XL, but probably larger, would hang loosely on anyone else, but on him they literally look painted on, and that's not just an expression.  You can see every muscle move under those shorts...EVERY muscle!  His ass was as large as small suitcase with two huge basketball sized rocks for buttocks. His shorts were pulled so tight across them that there was an open gap where his ass-crack began, that would easily fit a hand down in it loosely, letting you see and feel the beginning of paradise. The front of his shorts is obscene even beyond porn’s highest standards, with his package protruding at least 8 inches out from his body and hanging about the same 8 inches down between his legs. The mound was filled with a cock that stretched the fabric around it leaving nothing to the imagination and the visibly lined head actually rested below the largest balls of immense glory I have ever witnessed.  His thighs are, each, larger than a Great Dane's torso and with each step or movement of them it shows the muscle cords through his bronze translucent skin. But his legs were, other than a small tuft of black hair under his arms, the most prominent area of his body that had a thin layer of hair running over it.  In fact, there was actually more than just a trace, though It's not noticeable until the light hits it just right, of a smooth field of golden fur covering his lower body, so even though he looks smooth as silk, he is covered in micro hair.   I have come to realize he does not shave, but why shave...why do anything to take away of the mighty being that he was. 

Yes, I have noticed him and studied him that closely, but from afar.  I've watched every movement, every nuance, every justification of how incredible and otherworldly he is.  You would think that he would be gawked at or even made fun of, but everyone just treats him normal, albeit if normal was acting like schoolgirls meeting the high school quarterback.  To be in his presence is to be in the presence of greatness.  No one challenges him and no one gets too close to him, but everyone knows about him, and most are drawn to him.  You can tell that any who see him, want to be with him, to be important to him.  Me? Well....there is no doubt that I'm drawn to him, but here's the thing, I should mention that I'm not gay, or I don't think I am, because honestly, since I can't get him out of my head, I just don't know anymore.  I've begun to dream about him, both day and night.  I've looked at other guys, big muscular guys, just to see if I'm attracted to them, but...well...I don't think so.  Sure, I appreciate them and, I'm sure due to him, I would love to feel their power, but it's more of an idol/worship thing than it is sexual in nature.  With him?  There is this presence of feeling whole and longing that I can't seem to shake or what too, for that matter.  Plus, I'm guessing all bets are off, because from the very moment I see him, my cock gets so hard it hurts and the throbbing of it, travels through my entire body, as if my whole body has an erection.

When he is around, my workout feels amazing.  The pump I get is more than any other time that I work out when he's not near me. Is it because I want to impress him or is it something else?  But My God...When I'm near him, I have gained more muscle and strength, faster than ever.  Each time he's in the gym at the same time with me, I literally gain about 20-25lbs of hard muscle.  I have gone from a middle-aged plump man to a well-toned muscled, contest ready bodybuilder...and it's all happening within the last 3 months, since I've seen and been around him.  As well, I think even my cock has grown an inch or two as it was thicker in my hand and to pump it, I could now use 2 hands.  Also, every time he is near, it's not just like I said about getting so rock hard, it's that I have no choice but to beat off in the showers. It's uncontrollable.  I literally don't care about anything else, just getting that feeling of power and pure ecstasy.  It's a feeling that is beyond a regular orgasm.  It's as if, when I cum, I go to another plane of existence.  The moment the water hits me, I begin my ritual of self-worship.   I pinch my nipples and feel my new harder, bigger muscles than I had when I came in that day.  I play with my entire body, edging myself and even fingering myself.  I get loud, but no one seems to care.  In fact, I get off on the fact that I know others can hear me and it makes them horny.   I get hard as ever as I feel a power course through me that drives me mad with ecstasy.  My orgasms are doubled in intensity and the amount of cum in me has tripled, as I paint the shower walls and then without even losing momentum as I'm still in a type of sexual frenzy, I lick the walls and myself clean of my cum.  The taste of my cum only makes me hornier in a vicious cycle that I can't escape.  Sometimes, even one orgasm isn't enough, as I shoot 2 or 3 times until I empty my newly larger ample nuts.  Lately, I've thought more about some of the other guys, and I'll leave the curtain open as I self-love having them watch me from their stalls.  Their admiration gets me off, too.  

So yeah, I can't explain the feeling inside me when he is around me.  I'm totally energized, horned up beyond belief, stronger than normal and I feel I could fuck a hole through a wall.   Some of the other muscle guy's asses have made me think, "Hey, it's just another hot hole that needs filled.  They would be blessed to have my cum enter them, but I haven't gone there...yet.   It's as if his mere presence changes me and I'm completely giving myself to it.  Last week, he talked to me and told me how proud he was of my growth in size and strength just in the past few months.  He really talks to anyone.  But then he did something that no one else, that I have ever seen, had happened too.  He touched my shoulder and an electric feeling of power and strength that ran through me almost made me pass out.  Visions soared inside me, and I looked up at him as I sat on the weight bench, as at that moment, I knew I was his.  He knew it was well as he passed his magic to me, in that moment of touch, everything to get me ready for what was to come.  All he said to me was, "Soon".  I had no idea what he meant, but at the touch of his hand and his word, I got harder than I had ever been almost immediately, and I shot a good-sized load inside my shorts without even trying.  He smiled and walked away, but he looked back and winked at me, to which I had my second orgasm within less than a minute after the first.  You would have thought I'd be exhausted, but it was the complete opposite.  I had never felt more energized, and I worked out for 4 hours that night, with a hard on that would not ebb, until the gym was almost empty.  What the fuck kind of power does this man have over me, I thought, but at the same time, I didn't care. I wanted more.  I went to get a drink of water and got up the courage to go and talk to him, but he was gone. 

I continued to workout for about another hour and then I went to take a shower. Since my hard on would not go down, I... well, let's just say I got a few strange looks, but a couple of the looks were of a definite interest which only made me hornier.  What the fuck?  I was getting sexually aroused by the other guys and I was completely giving into it.  One of the guys actually said to me that I was totally fuckable as he grabbed my rock-hard ass after I had stripped down in the locker room.  I quickly put on my towel, but at the same time I wanted him to continue to touch me and more.  In fact, I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock under my towel as hand continued to fondle me.  I excused myself by saying, "Soon" (Hmm, that was odd) and I walked to the showers.  As, I passed another guy, in his shower stall, drying off, I stopped when I heard him gasp and mutter under his breath, "Fuuuckkkk me, daddy".  I noticed how thick and muscled he was (which I barely ever would have done before) and I smirked at him as I took off my towel, playfully revealing my hard muscled body and rock-hard dripping cock.   I licked my lower lip and motioned with my eyes looking down his chiseled body.   He responded by licking his lips at me and looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "Wanna wack off?" was all he said and honestly, a few months ago, I would have been appalled and disgusted, but now, I completely welcomed the man's advances and I desired to stick my cock down his throat or up his ass.  I started jerking my cock for him and he reciprocated.  As we both began the ritual, I looked down the shower stall hallway to see the ass groper and another hot well hung black man, watching me as I stepped into the stall, I turned on the water and didn't close the curtain. Both men were hard as rock and seemingly not a bit worried about anyone else that might have seen us.  In fact, all 4 of us acted like the world was only us at the moment and no one else mattered. 

The second the water touched my body, I shot a large wad of precum out into the shower stall hallway, and I heard the black man say, "Fuck, did you see that?" to the ass groper.  I looked over at my other admirer and he was jacking his cock like a fucking rabid animal. He was moaning loudly as I yearned for his body, which was hairy and thick with muscle and his cock was very thick with full ripe balls that yearned to explode their cum.  There was no doubt that I yearned for him, but I felt he yearned for me even more and that was even more of a turn on.  I wanted to fuck him and fill him with my cum. I wanted him to eat my ass and suck my cock. I wanted to own him.  In fact, I wanted all 3 of them. I needed them to worship me.  I felt a new power inside of me.  It was a power of dominance and control. I was the one they all wanted, and I was gonna give them all of me.  I was the Alpha and these...these things...were mine to use and control.  My level of excitement rose in tornado of desire as I began to jack my cock as well.  Using both my hands which didn't entirely cover my shaft, I pumped at him like I was going to fire my cannon across the hallway to put him through the back wall.  He was definitely impressed by my body and the look on his face was the most incredible look of yearning for someone that I had ever seen. He began to moaning even louder as we fist fucked ourselves. The other two men couldn't care less about being discreet as they came over, standing outside of my admirer's stall and fist pumped their own cocks.   The sounds of masturbation rang through the stalls and locker room. The wet slapping of skin and the intense crazed moans of a fire that was unrelenting coursed through us. My main focus was on my shower admirer, but I could also hear the satisfied and yearning moans of the other two men as they joined in harmony.  The feeling of one of my new super orgasms was quickly rising and I yelled to them that I was close, pointing with my free hand for the three of them to kneel in front of me.  Without hesitation, shower stud bolted out of his stall and the other two joined him, reaching me with a fervor I had never seen before as they knelt, with a bang on the tile floor, in front of me.   Their mouths opened and I plunged my cock deep in my admirer, just in time for my first huge eruption ever into a man.  At that very moment, I knew I was gay.  I had always known it, but never accepted it.  Now I relished it.  Now, I let it all out.

He tried, but he could not take the amount of cum that was jettisoning out of me into his mouth.  He swallowed as fast as he could, moaning like a cow as my pearl white jizz ran out of the side of his mouth and down onto his furry chest rug.  Both the other men began lapping up the excess cum from his chin, mouth and chest.  Then in response, he began to buck his hips as volley after volley of cum shot out of his cock coating my legs and feet. As I continued to cum in my loyal subject, I opened my eyes as I welcomed the site of both Ass groper and the black man kneeling in front of our stall as they too were cumming aIl over each other.  After we all had expelled our cum for that round, I motioned for the other two men to join me in my stall and for the next 2 hours more cum was ingested and impregnated into my loyal subjects than I thought I was able to produce. I must have cum at least 8 times, each time with only a slight less of an amount. By the eighth orgasm I was cumming like that of a normal man.  All 3 of these normally macho, viral muscle studs were completely under my spell, like my own little piglets.  Oddly, a spell that I never knew I had the power of, but now I had an abundance.   I was now a changed man, no, I wasn't a man any longer.  I felt as if I was a God and I could have most any man I wanted. I knew it. I felt it.  My Asian God had given me a gift that was the most amazing gift a man could possess.  That night, I went to a gay bar for the first time, and I must have fucked, either orally or anally, about 15 men.  My cum production never stopped, either. 

The next day, I didn't see my Asian God, but I could literally, feel him everywhere I went:  At the restaurant, at the bank, at work, and then especially at the gym. I had sex 14 times that day, once with the busboy, 3 cooks and 3 waiters at the restaurant I went to for lunch, twice with my boss at work and once again with the bank manager.  I was their Alpha and they were my subjects.  As well with each one, my power inside grew as I did as well on the outside. By the end of the day, my clothes were so tight that I decided to talk (or rather fuck the gym manager) into letting me work out in the gym after it had closed.  Without any disturbance from subjects or without the confines of clothing, I worked out nude, cumming all over in the gym as I lifted. Then it happened.

I felt myself changing again...but not just physically.

As I was taking my shower for the night, I felt him.  He was inside me now, but not literally.  He was in the shower stall next to me and I practically blacked out when I first felt him.  It was when I came the first time.  He never said anything out loud, but inside me, as I continued to masturbate, without having control of myself, I felt him. My screams of euphoria filled the building.  I think I must have had an orgasm 5 times in that shower in about 15 minutes.  Finally, I felt his orgasmic hold on me leave my body and I turned off the water and collapsed on the floor.  When I regained some my strength a few moments later, I opened the curtain and left my stall.  Instinctively, I opened his shower curtain 2 showers down and there he was.  He was even bigger than I had seen him a few days prior.  He had been bent over to hide himself from my sight before, but now he stood up.  He was well over 8 feet tall, and I would have guessed around 600lbs of pure muscle.  His cock was beyond immense, being at least 16" long and 10 inches thick, and he was not hard.  I thought to myself of a few days ago, as I gazed at him in servitude, "You touched me and..."  He interrupted my thought and said out loud, "Your Welcome" and smiled.  His voice literally shook the building. Then he motioned for me to come closer to him. He kissed the top of my head and even though I was an Alpha to anyone else that would have crossed my path, I was the loyal subject when it came to him.  I was his servant.  I was his little piglet. 

He held my head and softly raised it up to look deep into the eyes.  No... into my soul.  Then, this colossal, 600lb, 8-foot giant then picked up my, now, 290lb body, by my head, as if I were a feather, to meet his gaze directly across from him.  As I looked into his blue horizon, a warmth came over me and I shivered with joy as I knew I was finally meeting...my maker.   He didn't even have to squeeze my head, to hold me up, as it was a light touch with no pain at all inside me, just an incredible warmth.  I knew my feet had left the floor, but I wasn't afraid for falling back down.  Instead, it felt euphoric.  I felt as if he were to let me go, I would simply float in front of him.  The most amazing part though was that I felt his power coursing through me. I felt his inhuman strength and his calmness of purity and truth.  I felt like I was in a constant state of orgasm, but it something that was sustainable. A controlled euphoria.   I still felt human, but more than that. I knew my body was now superhuman and that of a God, but now, with his touch, inside my mind and my soul, I felt myself progressing to all knowing and omnipotent.  Man was no longer and would never again be a threat to me.  Like him, I knew that I would never die.  I would never get sick.  I would never again feel pain.   As he changed me, he not only improved me, but he cleansed me.  He didn't say a word. He didn't have to tell me what I was becoming.  I knew...and also, I knew my place.  I knew he had chosen me and only me.  I knew I was to learn from him. Yes, the gym was empty, and it was only he and I, but honestly, we could have been in Times Square, and wouldn't have mattered.  It was only us.  We at that moment were the only true beings in the world.  If you would have been there and seen us, our light would have blinded you, but not harmed you.  This world, our world was gone for that time.  I was in another realm, his realm.

He let go of my head and I literally floated down onto my feet. He told me with his eyes to obey his every thought as my journey was far from over.  I knelt in front of him at the precise moment that he thought for me to kneel in my mind. I did as I was told.  I don't know how, but I knew where this is going, and I welcomed it. I yearned for it. He is a God and, even though I would now be considered a God in the eyes of most, I was still insignificant.  He was all that matters.  Soon, I will learn. Soon I will join him as an equal.

Soon...I will become, Alpha.

The Way You Look Tonight

A little Valentine's Day story I wrote for my favourite @mrwavellswaps.

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“Okay, say that again just so I’m clear.” Libby raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee, a quizzical expression pointed in the direction of her friend Lewis. 

Lewis blushed a little. “I was wondering if you’d help me do something romantic for valentine's day by using your magic to transform my boyfriend into his ideal self?” He said, looking slightly embarrassed by being forced to repeat the request. 

“And why exactly do you think I’d do something like that?” She replied as her coffee cup still hovered in the air without her having to hold it. 

Lewis winced. “Because I’m your oldest friend and you love me a lot and this is the first guy I’ve got this serious with?” 

“Firstly, you’re wrong.” Libby scoffed. “Zero is my oldest friend, I’ve known him at least 50 years longer than you.”

A small red dragon poofed into existence around Libby’s shoulders and sent a small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction in a way of saying hello. Despite looking like a woman in her late 20’s, Libby was far older than she looked. Lewis had never asked exactly how old for fear of being rude to a powerful witch, but he’d worked out she couldn’t be younger than 80. They’d met when Lewis was just a kid and his family had moved in next door to her, and now here he was over 20 years later having coffee with a woman that hadn’t aged a day since they first met. 

“Secondly,” Libby continued, her expression softening. “Of course I’ll help you Lewis. Least I could do for my oldest human friend after all. It’s not like it would be too hard either. For normal witches maybe, but it’s pretty simple stuff when you’ve been kicking around as long as me.”

Lewis let out a sigh of relief. Part of him had been expecting a flat no, or to have to beg more, so this had been easier than expected. “You will? Seriously Lib you have no idea how much this means. He’s going to shit a brick when he realises all the witchy occult stuff is actually real.”

“You want me to make him do that too? Because I can, you know. It wouldn’t be the first time either, though I’d probably be gentler on Oscar when the brick comes out than-”

Lewis sputtered through the mouthful of tea he’d just drank. “No! No, god no. I don’t need my boyfriend shitting an actual brick thank you, just the physical transformation is fine.” 

Libby shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but it was obvious she was hiding a laugh. “Suit yourself little Lewis, each to their own or whatever that saying is. February fourteenth when you want it to happen then? Sometime in the early morning so you can enjoy it?”

Lewis smiled. “Yeah, that would be perfect honestly. And you’re sure this isn’t too much to ask?”

“Not in the slightest.” Libby smiled affectionately, as if a mother would at a son, at Lewis. “You’ve never asked for anything Lewis, you even turned down my offer to help you cheat on your exams as a teenager. Lewis, no one does that. So this one thing? Of course I’ll do it, especially when you and Oscar are the cutest couple I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lewis blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you Libby, really.”

“You’re welcome.” Libby grabbed the coffee cup from where it still hung in the air and drained the last of it. “Now, as much as I’d love to sit around and chat, I’ve got several rare ingredients to go and gather, and a nice big steak to cook up for Zero here.” The small dragon around Libby’s shoulders chirped happily, then let out another small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction before he vanished again. 

“So the morning of the fourteenth?” Lewis asked once he’d stood up and slid his coat back on. Libby nodded. “The morning of the fourteenth, three days' time. Three days before everything changes.”

In a dramatic flash Libby vanished from the cafe and left Lewis standing alone by their table. He waved goodbye to the owner as he walked towards what appeared to be a solid brick wall, only to pass straight through it. Witch cafe’s hid themselves to ordinary folk like him usually to allow their patrons the freedom to be themselves, he could only get in because Libby had brought him there first. He walked out of the alleyway he’d emerged in from the cafe, and glanced around before he slipped out and blended back in with the rest of the crowd to carry on with his day.

~~~

Valentine’s Day couldn’t come quick enough for Lewis. The three days between his chat with Libby and when he finally woke up in bed with Oscar that morning felt like they took years, but he was finally there. The two of them regularly stayed over at each other’s places, it was rare they spent a night apart at this point, and this time they were curled up in Lewis’s bed. 

“Morning sleepyhead…” Oscar said softly as he kissed the back of Lewis’s neck. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Lewis let out a low groan in acknowledgement as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Morning babe…” 

There was a chuckle from behind him and another kiss pressed against the back of Lewis’s neck. “Never been a morning person have you? I’ll get you coffee.”

“No… don’t get out of bed.” Lewis whined as he reached behind him to grab Oscar’s arm. “You’re warm…” He mumbled. 

Lewis was trying to pass it off as just his usual morning sleepiness, which was half true, but in reality he didn’t want his boyfriend to leave because he knew his gift should be kicking in any second. “As soon as you’re both awake it’ll start, best way I can time it.” Libby had texted him the previous evening. He didn’t want to miss a second of what was about to happen. 

Both Lewis and Oscar were fairly average in the looks department. Not unattractive by any definition, but not the absolute knockout’s that both of them tended to thirst over either. Lewis was a tiny bit shorter than his boyfriend, just over 5’8 whereas Oscar stood at around 5’11. He was slightly more well built than his boyfriend too, being the only one of the two of them that attempted any kind of activity in the gym left him with a small amount more muscle than the relatively slim build Oscar had. There was the hair too. Both had a similar colour brown hair, but Lewis tended to keep a full beard and had a decent amount more body hair than Oscar, who himself kept his facial hair trimmer fairly short. 

Oscar smiled and settled back down onto the bed as Lewis rolled over to face him. “If you want to stay in bed all day that’s more than okay with m-” A strange shiver ran through Oscar’s body and he groaned, then ran his hand over his forehead with an obvious look of discomfort. “Fuck… something’s up babe!”

Lewis sat bolt upright, his eyes wide as a shimmer of what he recognised as Libby’s magic ran over Oscar’s entire body. “Listen babe, it’s okay. Just let it happen and I’ll explain afterwards okay? This is my Valentine’s day gift to you, I promise the discomfort will be worth it!”

There was a flash of recognition in Oscar’s eyes that confused Lewis for a moment, but no words as his lover continued to groan and shift around uncomfortably. Lewis was a little worried, right up until the first signs of the transformation started. 

Oscar’s body started to get pulled outwards in every direction. It was like someone was blowing air into his body as his previously skinny frame started to expand, only Lewis could tell it was muscle and not air that was filling his boyfriend’s body up. Oscar had always had a slender, narrow build, so one of the first things the magic did as he started to grow was to push his shoulders wider, which broadened his whole body. He looked a good deal more thickly set now, and the muscle had barely started to grow from what Lewis could see.

“Fucking hell Lewis…” Oscar said as he felt the changes push his body further along.

Now he’d gotten broader, the magic had far more room to start to pile the muscle onto his body. Oscar’s shoulders grew wider still as they became two thick boulders, a powerful looking frame that was almost double what he’d been moments ago. This in turn pulled his back outwards as his lats flared out to keep up with the massive increase in size. The lines of muscle that ran across the massive expanse of flesh that was now Oscar’s back could be seen under the slight layer of fat there; a sign of what was to come. His arms didn’t miss out either, as biceps and triceps beefed up just like his back and shoulders had. They were forced out to the sides as his new biceps warred for space with his back muscles; he’d have to walk with that familiar swagger of a bulky jock that couldn’t quite fit his arms down by his sides.

Lewis could instantly tell what was next and he watched Oscar reach up and start to grab at his chest. The muscle pushed out around his fingers as he kneaded the two slabs, larger and thicker until it was like two watermelons had been shoved under his skin. Oscar’s new pecs were large and heavy, soft as he squeezed them, but Lewis knew they’d be hard as a rock if his lover flexed. Added to that was a strong core. He didn’t have visible abs under the slight layer of fat that covered them, but along with the hair that was starting to grow up and over the front of his body it gave Oscar a very sexy muscled torso.

Along with the hair that had started to cover his new torso, the hair on his head wasn’t spared either. Everything took on a lighter blond tone as it thinned out a touch on top of his head, shaved almost completely. His facial hair grew fuller too, an even layer of blond hair across a stronger jaw that Lewis couldn’t wait to feel as it scratched against his skin.

“I can’t believe… You had this idea too…” Oscar panted as the changes to his face finished up. “Haven’t noticed… Have you…?” He continued when all he got from Lewis was a very confused look.

Lewis couldn’t work out what his boyfriend was going on about. He glanced down, fully expecting to see his regular self, only to find a pair of massively muscular, hairy thighs in place of what he knew should be there. Lewis ran his hands over them, though the dense hair and new muscle as he marvelled at the sight. He’d always wanted to be bigger, hence why he attempted to workout when he could, but had never made enough progress to have thighs easily bigger than his head. 

“W-What the fuck??” He exclaimed. “Libby was supposed to do you, not me!”

Oscar huffed out a laugh. “You too huh? We really do share the same brain cell don’t we?”

“B-But you don’t know-” 

Lewis didn’t get a chance to say anymore before both men’s changes continued. Now Lewis was aware of them he could watch in awe as his body grew just as Oscar’s did. Though going in opposite directions, both had reached the point where their cocks, balls and asses had come time to change. Lewis still couldn’t feel anything despite being able to see that his ass was expanding before his eyes, unlike Oscar who was once again back to groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. Two large muscular cheeks topped off the massive thighs that had appeared out of nowhere, whilst Oscar’s own larger ass was just the beginning of the change to his lower body. 

The pair watched as their cocks grew to their full hardness. They were both fairly average in that department, somewhere between five and six inches for both. Only, once they were both as hard as they knew they could get, their cocks kept going. Their lengths continued to get harder, a few more inches of length at least were added on if either man had to guess. Along with that, their balls grew swollen and heavy with cum, and rounded out the changes that left the two with huge packages between their legs. 

Now that part of their bodies had finished up, Oscar and Lewis were back to changing in opposite directions. For Oscar whose upper body had completely transformed, all that was left for him was his legs. He could hardly be expected to hold all the new size with his comparatively tiny legs, so they soon followed suit with his ass and grew muscular and thick just as Lewis’s lower body already had. Oscar had finally finished growing. The new jock flopped back on the bed and panted a little more as he caught his breath, and enjoyed the sight of his massive chest as it heaved up and down with each gulp of air.

Meanwhile, Lewis was still watching himself. Massive hairy thighs and a well above average cock already gained, he got to marvel at the sight of the transformation as it continued its way upwards. His stomach was a little more defined than Oscar’s was from what he could see as it hardened, but it was becoming hard to see clearly under the pelt of hair that was growing up his torso past his abs. He’d always loved body hair, so the thick layer of it over his legs and now upper body was a welcome sight to Lewis.

Although he didn’t have the same intense feelings, Lewis was actually a little glad for that as his chest started to swell as he’d watched Oscar’s do moments earlier. There was a noticeable difference in how his chest felt the bigger the muscles grew, a delicious weight to them that Lewis knew he wouldn’t ever get bored of. As he reached up to grab at two hairy mounds, Lewis realised his arms too had grown substantially bigger as he’d been distracted by his chest. He folded his arm up and flexed, unable to help the grin that spread over his face.

“Looks like you’re almost finished.” Oscar said from where he laid to watch Lewis grow. “Enjoying my present to you then?” He continued with a knowing smirk on his handsome face. 

Lewis looked up from his body. “You fucking bet I am! Did… Did you go to Libby too? How did you know she was a witch?” He asked, since he hadn’t known that Oscar knew magic even existed. 

Oscar shrugged. “It was an accident honestly. I walked in on her doing magic to fix her makeup at that party we had last summer, and apparently she ‘couldn’t be fucked with more damn mind wiping bullshit that month’, so just sat me down at showed me everything. Swore me to secrecy, and I guess she didn’t think to mention you knew about her abilities too. I asked her about a week ago if it was at all possible to do this to you, and she said yes.”

“I’ve known since I was ten babe, when she made me float whilst babysitting me.” Lewis snorted with laughter at the memory.

Oscar sat up and reached out to cup Lewis’s cheek with one hand. “Now look at you, all grown up into a big strong man thanks to her magic…” 

The hand against his face made Lewis realise two things. Firstly, that Libby had already known about Oscar’s request when he’d asked and never mentioned it, or that he now knew about her magic. Secondly, was the full, bushy beard he now apparently had. He could feel the hair under Oscar’s hand pressed against his skin, and had once again not noticed himself change. He’d have to ask Libby about both of those things when he got a chance, but right now he was more focused on his gorgeous boyfriend.

Lewis twisted around and grabbed a couple of valentine’s day themed teddy bears off the nightstand they’d given each other last night, then turned back to face Oscar. “Well.. This was certainly the best Valentine's day ever, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, I think these two were absolutely my favourite gift today…” Oscar held his arms out towards Lewis, but just when he thought his lover was going to grab at the teddy bears, instead he gave Lewis’s pecs a hard squeeze.

Lewis moaned. “Oh fuck babe… Don’t stop!”

Oscar happily complied. He shuffled a little closer on the bed and continued to squeeze his boyfriend’s new hairy pecs. Lewis couldn’t stop himself when he pushed his chest forwards a little and closed his eyes to enjoy all the new feelings; the even denser layer of hair over his chest, the juicy pecs his lover was playing with, everything about his new self felt unbelievable.

Things heated up from there. Oscar enjoyed Lewis’s pecs, but there was something else his body was urging him to do as well. He let go and got even closer, then before Lewis quite knew what was going on, Oscar had lifted up one of his boyfriend’s arms and pressed his face into his armpit. Oscar breathed deeply once there, then sighed as he took in the new intense smell. 

“God you smell fucking good…” Oscar mumbled into the dense bush of hair as he took it all in. “Don’t you dare fucking shower today, god damn…” 

Lewis raised an eyebrow as he watched the curious scene of his boyfriend going crazy for his scent. “Then you better stay down there and enjoy it babe, make the most of it today, because I’m gonna have to shower one day.” He said as he brought a hand to the back of Oscar’s head and held his lover deep under his arm. 

Oscar’s cock was pressed tightly against Lewis’s leg as he inhaled the delicious smell. It was ripe and musky, an intense stink that fogged up his brain and had his cock leaking all over the skin it was trapped against. Oscar thrust his hips gently as he took it all in, which inadvertently made his furred stomach rub up against Lewis’s cock, and drive them both harder towards their orgasm. They were both already rock hard from the transformations, and both knew it wouldn’t take much more to tip them over the edge.

“Come on babe, take it all in… You love it don’t you? Me finally stinking like a real man should.” Lewis said as he started to rock his hips back in time with Oscar’s movements. “Maybe I just won’t shower for a while, let it get real strong. Would that be a good Valentine’s day gift for you?”

Oscar nodded. Just the idea of his boyfriend’s smell growing even stronger drove him insane with lust. He pressed himself deeper and continued inhaling, then before he realised he was so close, he came all over Lewis’s hairy thigh. He moaned into his boyfriend’s armpit as he rocked his hips a couple more times and felt a splatter against his stomach, accompanied by a deep groan from above him. Lewis had cum too as the pair got lost in their new selves. 

~~~

Three days later Oscar and Lewis were sitting in the same magic friendly cafe Lewis had met Libby in a week ago. The witch once again sat across the table and sipped a coffee as she admired her work. Both men had turned out even better than expected, and were dressed appropriately for their new selves too. Both had gone for sleeveless hoodies, partially unzipped to show off every inch of their new hunky bodies. 

“So you like how you’ve ended up? No notes on anything you’d like different?” Libby asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer already.

The pair shared a look, and both shook their heads at the same time. “No, we’re actually great as is I think.” Oscar said.

“I was wondering one thing actually…” Lewis leant forwards in his chair a little. “Why didn’t I feel myself changing? Oscar was moaning up a storm, but I didn’t even notice it happening. 

Libby waved a hand dismissively. “Oh that’s quite simple. You’re used to what magic feels like, mine in particular. You’ve been surrounded in it since you were a child, so it was only natural you didn’t feel it working on your body. You’ve never felt it before when I’ve helped you get over illnesses faster than usual without telling you, so why would you have felt this?”

Lewis blinked. “You… You really did that?” Lewis paused as he thought about it, and realised she was telling the truth. He’d never been ill for very long for as far back as he could remember. “Huh, well thank you I guess.”

“It’s no trouble dear. Now, you two be sure to enjoy those bodies okay? Reality will settle around you, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed. So have fun!”

Both men smiled warmly at the witch. “We will Libby, we’ll make the most of it, you can be sure of that!” Oscar said and tucked his hands in pockets. The small, velvet box inside there felt like it was burning his hand as he stared at Lewis. He had been waiting for just the right moment, and something told him that moment would be coming up any day now.

Dumb Jock

I can feel my IQ slipping in this body. All I seem to care that is protein and lifting. I can feel my intellect transforming into nothing more than a dumb jock. Considering the trade-off, I’m OK with that. It’s strangely liberating to have no concern other than maintaining this impressive physique.