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S.P. APP

I took pictures. I am very handsome when I see myself in the pic. Nice square jaws, deep blue eyes, huge chest, wide shoulders, big limbs, detailed and firm muscles. I was the perfect football star.

After taking the pic, I turned around. I was afraid someone might have entered the locker room. Luckily, the locker room, which included only two people, including myself, was quiet. Who is the other one? It is the man who fell right behind me. He was Marker, a student of the same grade as me. He was a famous pro bodybuilder and football team’s star. Why is it in the past? Look at him who is now lying down. Now his body is unbelievably weak, unlike fame!

No, I will correct it. Markers that had "my physical attribute" became too small. A weak muscle that makes markers even useless students! I did not believe that it was mine until five minutes ago. I thought so and I held my fist tightly. not now. I got this healthy and nice muscle. This was mine now. From now on I became a bodybuilder and football star.

    It was only a month.

    Yes. This was a problem with this 'app'. This app, named 'S.P', was created by me and is still being studied. It did not find a solution to the crucial problem of the program. It was 'maintenance time'.

This app has the ability to seamlessly exchange physical values ​​between people in the photo and app users. In other words, through this app, weak nerd and superior bodybuilder could change each other's position at any time. Even this app has the power to manipulate reality, so everyone except the app user has not noticed their change.

But this amazing app had a fatal drawback. The problem was that the effect was temporary. The maintenance time is only one month. No matter how much I tried, the app did not last more than a month. I constantly studied to solve this problem, but I could not find a solution at all.

But the rest was so successful that I used to write this app occasionally. Just as I used the app for markers. As a result, over the next month I became a professional bodybuilder and football player. Originally that position was of the marker. And now the marker is ...

    "Uh ..."

"Are you okay, Marker?"

    The marker moaned and rose from the seat. Now, clothes that are two or three times as big as his body flowed down to the floor. Marker looked at me and me in turns.

    "Uh huh ?!"

    Soon his face became red.

    "Why ... Why am I wearing your clothes?"

"You said you were going to wear it."

    I replied as eagerly as possible. In my reply, Marker hurried to say sorry, and gave me the clothes he was wearing. Yes, only the users of the app remembered the effect of the app. So the person in the picture did not remember anything. Perhaps the markers remembered themselves as 'nerd loving video games'. I smiled. Then I raised him up.

    "I'm sorry, Zachary, I just ..."

"I'm okay. By the way, you said you had something to say to me."

    I usually dream of revenge when this happens, but I tried to treat the markers as soft as possible. Anyway, Marker is a good student. Unlike other harsh, characterless athletes, he treated me very well. I soon found out why. Through the position of the marker, I realized that the marker had very special feelings for me.

    "What's up?"

"Uh ... I mean ..."

    Marker hesitated. I patiently waited until he spoke again. Soon he said.

    "Thank you for helping me with PE classes last time."

"Was that what you came for?"

"It was important to me."

    I was very surprised. In fact, before I used the app, I found the markers for the same reason.

There was silence for a while. But I could not stand the laughter coming from the inside. Soon I burst into laughter. When my smile stopped, the markers were quite embarrassing. I embraced him. Because both of us were naked, I felt the thin bones and skin of the markers all over. He is probably listening to my heart beating.

    "Yeah, and it was important to me too."

"What does that mean?"

"I enjoyed the fact that I could be helpful."

"But you are a very popular students ... it helps everyone."

"But it's important that I helped my favorite person."

    I said. He looked at me with a surprised expression. I smiled. The marker now likes me. The marker is mine now. I can always have this muscular body.

Transformative Justic: Personal Trainer and the Nerd

To understand what led to this moment we need to know about the history of two men.

Payton was more than your average jock. He was 6'2" with tanned skin, from years of showing off his body. He was filled with muscle after years of working out and being personal trainer. He was also gifted with a thick 7 inch cock. He was shaped by the gods themselves.

The whole world loved him and he knew it. He was faster, stronger, and hotter than any of the guys at his school. And, that held up anywhere he went in life.

Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. That much power and respect can go to a person head, especially when it's not earned. It was merely handed down to him through a lucky dice roll of genetics.

Nonetheless, Payton became, for the lack of a better word, an asshole. He bullied people he found to be particularly weak. He cheated on every girl and guy he dated. He became  selfish and arrogant. He began to feel like people where just there to be used and entertain him. And, the worst part is he was right. Everyone allowed his behavior because despite it all he was charming, manipulate, and hot.

I would be crazy to deny that anyone in his position would have a hard time not to abuse their position in life. It's what you do when your the alpha of alpha males. Becoming a arrogant asshole... a bully is almost required. But, that doesn't make it right. That doesn't make it fair. But, life is unfair. Karma can turn a blind eye. And, I'm here to fix the mistakes... to dish out justice... to punish those that deserve it.

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Tommy wasn't as blessed as Payton.  He was 5'6" and incrediblely pasty. His skin easily got sunburned and his body was riddled with other conditions: poor eye sight, asthma, and a weak body to name a few. But, to kick him down further life gave him a 3 inch cock.

All he wanted in life was to get bigger. He was always stick thin with no muscle or fat on his body. At this point, he would have been okay with either happening to him. He was just tired of being so small and weak.

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So the time came when he decided to do something about it. He joined a gym and met Payton. As Tommy explained he wanted Payton to be his personal trainer, Payton broked out into laughter. But, Tommy begged and pleaded. And, once Payton realized how much money Tommy was willing to spend, he agreed.

And, so, their abusive relationship began. He put Tommy through the hardest workouts. He would become physical  if Tommy fucked up, threatening to kick Tommy's ass. Payton hurled every insult at Tommy. Payton also enjoyed publicly humiliating Tommy infront of the whole gym.  

He couldn't stand looking at someone as weak as Tommy. To him Tommy didn't even deserve to live. They would always end thier sessions with Tommy washing off Payton in the showers. And, Tommy sucking Payton dick, as Payton's cum dump.

But, no matter what Payton threw at him, Tommy never gave up. He felt like Payton was the only person in this world that could beat the nerd out of him. He wanted a bodies like Payton. It's also didn't help the he had a huge crush on Payton, despite all the abuse.

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Over the past few months there has been some small improvements to Tommy's body but, he was still incredibly far from his goal.

He looked at himself in the mirror: flexing the smallest amount of muscle that now exists in his pencil thin arms. He smiled to himself. But, in walked Payton.

"What the fuck bro. You got not reason to be happy. Your still a fucking weak bitch." Payton says standing behind him  in the mirror and flexes his impressive biceps. He puts Tommy to shame. "This is how a real man looks." He pushed Tommy to the floor. As, he started checking out the rest of his body.

He finally looked down at Tommy. "Fuck bro, your still so small. Are you even trying? Look how fucking pathetic you look. Are you even keeping up with the diet I gave you."

Tommy looked up and sees the hunk of man towering over him. "I... I... I'm trying. I.. I just can eat .... that much. I get so full.. so fast." Tommy said both turned on and scared.

Payton kneeled down, one leg on Tommy. He used his hand to press Tommy's face into the ground. He leaned in, "See you fucking weak whore. You don't fucking try. I'm tired of bitches like you. Your lucky your good at sucking cock or I would have stopped being your trainer along time ago." 

Tommy could feel the manly heat radiating from Preston ripped body. He already knew what was coming. Payton continued, "looks like you need a heaping serving of cock in you mouth."

As, always Tommy was prepared to please Payton.  But, I wasn't going to let it happen. I was ready to give out justice.

The room shook and the lights flickered, as the two men jumped up. Their hearts pounded as the world around them spun. They lost balance as their eye sight went black.

Payton was the first to wake up. But, the world around him was a blur. He couldn't make out anything. "What the fuck! I'm can't see... I'm blind... help!?" He screamed but, he quickly held his throat. His voice sounded much higher. "What the fuck is going on." He said as his eyes began to water. The sound of his voice made him sound like a bitch and he hated it.

Tommy began awaking to the sounds of someone screaming.  He looked up and everything was clear. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses but, realized he wasn't wearing any. He shot up and saw his old body screaming and crying, as it  crawled around the floor. He panicked, "This can't be happening... this can't be happening..." He kept repeating with his deeper voice. He looked down to see a familiar buff body.

He began to slowly get up. The new weight of all this muscle made him slightly off balance. He stood up his theory was right, as he saw his reflection. He was now in Paytons body. He began to feel himself up and felx. Every movement was so heavy but powerful at the same time.

Payton could hear the sound of another man in the room. "Hey, are you there? Help me! I don't what's going on. I can't see." He continued crawling around the floor. He was moving in the direction he heard the other man. He felt weak and pathetic as he did.

Tommy saw Payton struggling and realized his old body didn't have his glasses on. He saw them tossed at the otherside of the room. He went to go get them, worried of  Payton's reaction we he would finally see the reality of the situation. "Okay don't be scared Payton... I've got something to help you... but, when I do promise not to scream." Tommy deeply said.

Payton heart begins to race, as the stranger is talking to him. But, the more the stranger talked the more familiar he sounded. "Who are you?" Payton said with a high pitched whine, as he felt something be placed on his face. In an instant his vision was clear; he was able to see the world around him.

But, that didn't help. As, now he saw who was infront of him. He screamed as he saw his body moving without him inside it. "I told you not screamed." Tommy said, with panic in his voice, using his new speed and strength to muzzle Payton with his hand.

Payton heart raced as he felt his powerful muscular  wrap around the slender one he was in now. Tommy pulled Payton up, off the floor. "It's okay... just breath mam... you don't want to get..." Tommy tried to calm down Payton but, it was no help as Payton got a glimpse of his new reflection in the mirror.  His heart stopped and his chest began to tighten, as he began to understand what happened. He started to wheeze for breath. "Fuck! man your gonna be okay... your having an asthma attack." Tommy said releasing Payton from his hold.

Tommy rushed to his locker and grabbed his inhaler. He helped Payton use it. "Here, I'm probably not gonna need it now that I'm in your body." Tommy tried to joke. Payton just glared as he tried to relax his breathing. He was still pissed and weirded out by seeing his own body act so nice.

"What the fuck man! How did you do this... you got to change us back." Payton began to whine, after gaining his breath back. His weak body looked more hilarious than threatening, as he scolded Tommy.

"Look Payton, I didn't do this man... I don't know how to change us back." Tommy tried to explain.

But, Payton would not hear it. "You are a fucking useless nerd. Once I get my body back I'm gonna kill your pathetic ass. Your not a man and you'll always be a fucking little bitch..." Payton screamed another one of is rants. But, he sounded more like a bitch, instead of the alpha man he once was.

Something snapped in Tommy. At first he was scared that Payton was yelling at him, again. But, the more Payton yelled the more Tommy realized the tables have turned. He felt the strength and muscles in his new body has he moved around. He saw Payton in his body looking like the bitch he is. He didn't have to be afraid of Payton, anymore.

With lightning speed, Tommy grabbed Payton by the neck and slammed him into the lockers. "Look, you bitch... things are gonna change. Your no longer an alpha in that body. So, you can't be acting like you use to... your coming off like a little bitch." He leaned on Payton putting more of his muscular weight on him.

Payton tried to fight back but, it was no use against his old bodies strength.

Tommy continued, "I still see the old you in those eyes... but you need to learn a lesson... you need to learn your new place in life... I'll break you into the true beta you were always meant to be." Tommy let go of Payton but not before slapping him so hard he fell onto the ground.

The sting lift behind caused tears to run down Payton face. He was terrified at the idea of Tommy getting his revenge for all the shit he put Tommy through. But, part of him was getting turned on by all of this. He remained speechless not wanting to piss off Tommy, even more.

"Now, I think your first lesson should be how to bathe a true man with your tongue. So, meet me in the showers in 5 minutes or, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass." Tommy said walking to the showers his sculpted body flexing and tightening as he walked. "Then maybe we can move on to cuck sucking."

Payton laid on the floor. He needed to find away back to his body. But, at this moment there was nothing he could do. His heart sank as he realized he would become Tommy's cum dump in the next five minutes.  But, it was better than getting his ass kicked. Everything was so much more painful in this body. He didn't know if we could even survive a beating fron his old body. But, with all that said his small dick began to harden has he thought about pleasing Tommy

With trepidation and growing lust for Tommy, in his old body, Payton walked into the shower room.

"Hmmmm.....smells fuckin' reeked, right? You can get a whiff of its pure, musky stench from there, don't you? That's why your tiny pecker hardened. Well then, let me grab that head and I'll give you the full access, you fucking pathetic cocksucker!"

And the longer he smelled his former armpit, the more clouded his memory of his past life will be. The past life where he's the tormentor and the bully, the past life where he arrogantly hurt people that disobey him, all of them vanished as the cloud of the musk will mind-fuck him and put him under the believe that he's always been the weaker and submissive beta bitchboi for the strong and mighty

Covered myself? That's such a laughable concept. Now fuckin cmere and I'll cover that stupid mouth of yours with my pits, you sfupid pig. Yeah, that tiny pecker cannot help itself but to get hard, isn't it? Well, I know what turned that piggy brain of yours on, that used to be my pathetic brain, after all. But I think you really stepped in to your role this past few days, lost that scowl and arrogance, and now you cannot help yourself but to get hard at your former body. Now chop chop piggy boy, starts licking, gotta fuck that bitch Denise after this and she wants her man squeaky clean

Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

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The Last Kiss

Sorry for the lack of content - I've been super busy at work. Hopefully this makes up for it - betweenthelinesmtf

“Oh Luke, I love it!”, Stacey said as she pressed her slender body into Luke’s hulking torso. “Thought you might,” Luke chuckled in his sultry deep baritone, as he held her close with one of his colossal arms. The moment was perfect. Surrounded by twenty-somethings in the hottest shape of their lives, welcoming the new year as the sun set on our private yacht. Luke easily picked Stacey up in his huge meaty hands and lifted her by her perky ass so her groin straddled the bulge in his shorts. “Happy New Year Stud,” Stacey whispered as she draped her hands around Luke’s thick neck. “Happy New Year Babe,” Luke said as he gazed into his girlfriend’s eyes. As the clock struck midnight and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Little did they know that was the last time their lips would touch.

Luke sat on the side of the pool as he rested for a moment. He loved swimming lengths as a way to get some low-resistance cardio in on days he had gone heavy in the gym. And all those long hours in the gym were clearly paying dividends based on his hulking physique. He bounced his giant pecs a few times, marvelling at the way the last residue of pool water dripped over his protruding muscle shelf before snaking down the grooves of his abs. He traced each of his deep cum gutters with his thick calloused fingers, the movement causing the swollen muscles of his arms to flex and ripple. The whole display was getting Luke a bit hot under the collar. His hands made their way down to his crotch where he gently squeezed his swelling member, its semi-hard form snaking down his expansive quad. “Down boy,” Luke said playfully as he snapped the elastic on his shorts back into place.

Luke hauled his huge figure to his feet and began to walk away from the pool. His huge size 14s thudded with each meaty step, the imprint of his thick member clearly visible through his shorts as it slapped against his quad. He loved all the lustful looks he got from men and women alike. The coy ones snuck a few sideways glances at the hulking man as he walked past, casually adjusting their towels to hide their growing boners. The more overt ones cat-called him or even pulled out their phones to snap pictures for later. Luke played to the crowd by casually bouncing his pecs or subtly tensing his biceps.

Luke made his way over to his deck chair where another large male was bathing in the sun. “Hey man, how was the swim?” Max asked as he hauled his muscular form up off the lounger. Max was another giant of a man that clearly spent hours in the gym packing on serious size. Max was about the same size as Luke, but his mass had a bulky, strong look to it, rather than the ripped adonis perfection that was Luke’s physique. Luke collapsed into the second lounger, the metal frame groaning under his weight. “The swim was great, it was just what I needed after this morning's gym sesh,” Luke said as he tucked his arms behind his head. Using his swollen bicep as a pillow, he closed his eyes to relax.

“YOU BASTARD”. Luke's eyes darted open to see Stacey stomping across the pool area towards him. She had clearly seen better days. Her make-up was running, and she had clearly been drinking. “You have the nerve to show your face around here!” she yelled as she stood over Luke’s relaxed form. Luke sighed to himself. He swung his heavy legs over the side of the chair and drew himself to his full imposing height. At 6 foot 6, he towered over Stacey, his hulking form eclipsing her own petite one. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and lust, as Luke’s familiar potent scent filled her nostrils. At that moment, she melted, all anger in her voice disappearing. “Come back to me baby,” she said as she placed one hand on Luke’s chest, her fingers exploring the sheer expanse of his solid pecs, “We used to be so good together”. She slowly slipped her other hand into the front of Luke's swim trunks. “We could be that way again, the power couple that everyone was envious of,” Stacey moaned as she fondled Luke’s thick member, remembering all the things his fuck stick used to do to her.

Luke snickered. He craned his neck down and whispered in Stacey’s ear. “You were always such a slut weren’t you,” he said and he gently pulled her hands off his body, “but I told you we’re through”. Stacey’s eye’s welled up with tears and she took a few shaky steps away from the hulking Luke. “I mean it’s just simple, you can’t satisfy me anymore,” Luke said. Luke gently turned to Max who had appeared at his side, “Not like he can”. With that Luke grabbed Max and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.

Luke grabbed the cheeks of Max’s perky muscle butt as he pulled his torso against his. Stacey burst into tears and ran away from the couple. Max’s hand grabbed at Luke’s bulge, causing Luke to break off the embrace. “Down boy”, Luke purred, “we don’t want to make another scene in public”. Max pouted at his adonis. “Tell you what, go up to the room and get ready and I’ll meet you there in a bit”. Luke smiled to himself as Max practically sprinted from the pool towards the hotel. Seeing the effect he had on people was a huge turn-on.

Luke chucked on his slides and took a short walk away from the hotel to the student district. Entering one of the dorms, he got numerous stares from the student body. One of the braver jocks even asked him how much he could bench. “More than you ever could pal,” Luke shot as he shouldered past the smaller jock.

Luke stopped in front of a secluded room on the fourth floor. He paused for a moment. He loved that he was easily broader than the doorway. He reached up to the top of the door and grabbed the spare key before letting himself into the room, entering sideways to make room for his broad wide shoulders.

The room was dimly lit with the only light source being the cracks in the blinds. His nostrils were immediately hit with the potent smell of sex and cum. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the features of a dishevelled dorm room. “Come on out little mouse,” Luke growled, “I don’t have time to lay hide and seek again”. A slender figure stepped forward out of the shadows, eyes red and puffy from many sleepless nights. As he stepped into the light, Luke saw a boy of about 19 or 20, with soft, baby-faced features. His slim body had a small amount of lean muscle on it, but it was that slender bulk that skinny guys got when they tried to work out. Luke towered over the other occupant of the room. It was hard to believe they were practically the same age. Luke, a paragon of athleticism and virality, and this small little mouse.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” the smaller man asked, his voice shaking, “isn’t it enough that you took everything from me?”. “Ohh I think you know why” Luke replied as he took another step towards the smaller man. “If you haven’t come back to give me my body back, you’ll need to leave,” the smaller man said, tears in his eyes.

Charlie smiled to himself. The last few days had been incredible, there was no way he was giving up Luke’s body. Not being comfortable enough to come out to his college peers, Charlie had spent New Year at some dodgy gay bar on the other side of town. He mostly sat alone in the corner, watching the other revellers party the night away. But as the clock struck midnight, a massive bear of a man drunkenly pulled him onto the dancefloor and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. Charlie closed his eyes, embracing the moment of his first kiss when suddenly he felt the world shift. The rugged lips of the bear morphed into lips that were more slender and soft. Charlie opened his eyes in fright to find himself making out with a brunette supermodel on a yacht in the middle of the harbour.

It had only been a few days since New Year but Charlie was already so at home in his new body. The feeling of suddenly being over a foot taller and 100 pounds of muscle heavier was intoxicating. All the new and unfamiliar sensations that smaller men would take for granted. The way his pecs bounced at the slightest movement. The feeling of innate strength inside his powerful muscles, like a compressed spring being ready to explode at any moment. The feeling of simply taking up more space.

Feeling the rush of power through his veins, Charlie felt compelled to flex. He brought his thick, vein-covered forearms up to his side as his biceps swelled. This power. This strength. It was all his. His attention was drawn to a tickling sensation on his abs. Charlie looked down to find Luke licking the salt sweat off the groves of his ripped core. Luke looked up at him with wide eyes. “Please give me my body back, I’ll do anything,” the former jock begged as he kneaded at Charlie's quads. Charlie laughed, “Ohh I’m counting on it”.

Charlie reached into his gym shorts and squeezed his bull nuts, sending jolts of pain and pleasure across his body. The insane amount of testosterone these puppies produced each day was more than his former body did in a month. Not only did they power this body's insane physique, but they also fuelled his animalistic sex drive. Charlie had such a huge amount of hormones coursing through his veins that not even the marathon fuck sessions with Max could fully satisfy his lust.

With one meaty hand, Charlie freed his hefty member from his shorts and palmed its weight. Even in its semi-flaccid state, it was at least 8 inches long and thicker than many men were hard. Luke’s eyes went wide. He’d never appreciated the sheer size of his member when it was his. He slowly lent forward and began to gently kiss the length of the shaft. Blood began to rush to Charlie’s groin until his cock was the full mast, just over 12 inches long and as thick as a beer can. Charlie reached down and pulled back his foreskin. An overwhelming smell of hormones and cum filled the room as his huge mushroom head was exposed to the air.

Luke stared at the imposing fuck stick. He told himself he wasn’t gay, but he had some small scrap of hope that if he did what Charlie wanted, he’d give him his body back. Luke gingerly licked the oozing tip of cock in front of him. He was rewarded with the salty-sweet taste of pre. The taste of a real man. He slowly lowered his mouth over the mushroom head, his mouth stretching to try and fit all of it in. Charlie threw his head back in ecstasy as Luke’s tongue danced along the tip of his cock. Who knew his former body’s mouth would make for such a good cock sucker. Luke finally managed to take the whole head and a few inches of the shaft before beginning to jack his head forward and backward. He knew what his body liked. It was all too much for Charlie. His animalistic sex drive took over and he grabbed Luke by the back of the head and forced him further down his fuck stick. Luke choked and spluttered as Charlie began to roughly face fuck the back of his throat.

As his eyes filled with tears from the pummeling his mouth was receiving, Luke looked up at the adonis above him. Seeing the raw animalistic power on display fueled the submissive fire inside of him, and one of his little hands reached out to fondle one of the huge testicles in front of him. The swollen orb pulsed with power in his hand. Luke’s other hand slipped into his shorts and began to furiously jack off his tiny dick.

Between trusts, Charlie saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. “The fuck!” he roared as he pulled his cock out of Luke’s mouth and hoisted him into the air. “This is for my pleasure, not yours you little runt” Charlie roared, fury in his eyes, “You’re nothing but a hole for my pleasure, and you will only cum when I allow it”. Even in his fury, Charlie’s body was a sight to behold. His prominent muscles were glistening with sweat as they easily held his pathetic body off the ground while his rock-hard foot-long cock glistened with saliva, its vast length pulsing with thick veins.

Luke was trembling at the beast’s display of strength in front of him. Charlie smirked as he saw what remained of the former alpha jock. His face twisted into a wicked smile. “I forgot to thank you for building all this for me,” he said as he held Luke in one hand while gesturing to his body with the other. Charlie slammed Luke roughly onto a nearby table and tore off Luke’s shorts. Luke’s eyes went wide when he realised what was happening, and he hastily parted his legs, offering his hole up to the alpha above him. Charlie smiled at the willing display of submission as he lined up his throbbing cock with Luke’s perky ass.

Both men moaned as Charlie’s huge mushroom head forced its way into Luke’s waiting hole. Pressure began to build as Charlie pushed inch after inch of his fuck stick inside Luke. After taking 6 inches, Luke was wailing at the top of his lungs “Please, no more”. Luke sniggered to himself as he pushed another half-inch of himself into his former body. Luke moaned with utter pleasure as his vision flashed white. He clawed at the table as his body rocked with pleasure.

Charlie paused. 6 inches of his cock was still out, but it was enough to get the job done. In time he’d be able to condition Luke to take his full fuck stick just like Max could. Charlie began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Luke. Luke began to wail as the waves of pleasure escalated to become more intense. He began to move his hips in time with Charlie’s powerful thrusts. Due to the sheer pressure on his dick, it wasn’t long until Charlie climaxed. Cum spewed out of Luke’s ravaged hole as Charlie withdrew his cock, a few stray volleys pumping over Luke’s slender torso and face.

Luke lay on the table, still moaning as his body processed the waves of pleasure washing over him. Charlie pulled up his shorts and turned to leave. “I should bring Max next time,” he said as he made his way to the door. “I owe him everything you know, he was the one who made the wish for you to be his boyfriend after all”, Charlie said as he slid on his slides, “lucky for me, you were straight so the universe put me in the driver seat”. Charlie placed his hand on the door handle before pausing. “Ohh and you can cum now,” Charlie said as he opened the door and walked into the hall. As he shut the door, he heard Luke let out a high-pitched moan as his tiny prick shot his load into the air.

Charlie rearranged his still-hard junk in his pants before making his way down the hall to the exit. After that nice warm-up, he was ready to give his boyfriend the fucking he deserved.

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Thanks for the muscles mum!

In celebration of reaching 500 subscribers, I thought I'd do a bit of a longer story, even though they don't get as much attention. This was a draft I did last year that kind of got out of hand but I think it ended up turning out pretty well. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the muscles mum! Jordi said as he bent down and kissed his mother Beth on the cheek. Jordi had just won his first bodybuilding competition and was feeling on top of the world. He had blown the competition out of the water with his superior size, symmetry, and conditioning.

But Jordi wasn’t always like this. Growing up he was just like most other boys, with cute, boyish features that mothers like Beth find so adorable. But as other boys his age hit puberty and began to grow into men, Jordi stayed as he was. As he moved through high school, Jordi found himself increasingly socially isolated from his peers and eventually the subject of ridicule and bullying. By the time he had turned 18 during his senior year, he had developed a meek, and submissive personality, not wanting to draw attention to himself for fear of further upsetting his aggressors.

When Jordi started arriving home with bruises on his face, Beth decided enough was enough. She waited until her son was asleep before she crept up to the attic. She crawled over all the piles of junk and boxes of family memorabilia until she found an old wooden box. The box was locked, but the moment she touched it, the heavy metal lock clicked open, revealing an ancient leather-bound book that pulsed with a strange energy. Beth came from a long line of witches, and even though the practice had waned over the years, she was still known to cast the odd spell here and there. The case in point being the love spell she had placed on Jordie's father - although she must have done something wrong in that spell because he left her not long after Jordie’s birth.

The words in the book seemed to shimmer and dance as Beth flicked through the pages. There were spells that would make Jordi grow in height, spells to change his personality, and spells to make him incredibly handsome. But that wasn’t what Beth was after. She still wanted him to be her sweat littleJordi. She just wanted him to be able to stick up for himself a bit more and be comfortable in his own skin. 

Beth continued to flick through the pages until a spell caught her eye. Her understanding of the ancient language of the book was rusty, but the spell appeared to reference boosting one’s inner confidence. She glanced through the complicated spell, and after getting the gist of it, she snuck downstairs. Standing over her son’s sleeping form, she muttered the incantation before sprinkling a small amount of ash in the boy's hair. A slight breeze blew through the room - a sign to Beth that the spell must have worked. She creeped out of the room leaving her boy to his dreams.

The next day at school started as a typical day for Jordi. He spent the day going from class to class, barely talking to anyone and eating his lunch in an inconspicuous place to avoid drawing attention to himself. Eventually, he came to the part of his day he was both dreading and looking forward to - gym class. Thanks to his timetable, his gym class was mostly made out of jocks from the football team. If there was one thing that would ruin your confidence, it was having to watch these paragons of athleticism compete to see who was the top dog. Today was open weights. The jocks spent their time trying to outlift each other, throwing around huge amounts of iron while Jordi quietly did some bodyweight exercises in the corner.

The showers after class were usually a nightmare of taunts and jeers from the jocks, so Jordi had learned to hide away in a toilet cubicle. Eventually, the commotion outside the stall calmed down and the locker room became still. Jordi cracked open the door of the cubical just as he heard the sound of running water begin once again. He peered through the haze of steam into the shower block to see a lone figure against the back wall. Jordi watched from afar, taking in every inch of the figure's colossal physique. Trent was the star linebacker of the football team. While puberty had passed Jordi by, it had hit Trent like a freight train. His massive 6 foot 5 frame easily made him the tallest member on the team by a few inches, causing the coach to request a special higher shower nozzle to be installed just for him. 

The warm water cascaded over his powerful physique. It didn’t seem possible that an 18-year-old could have such mature musculature. His back and lats flared as he reached to soap his solid glutes. Trent turned towards Jordi, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he soaped them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. While his core lacked the insane definition that some jocks had, it was solid and powerful. Jordi’s gaze dropped down to Trent’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as Jordi's wrist.

“I see the little mouse is back again,” a deep baritone voice growled, snapping Jordi back to attention. Trent was staring directly at Jordi with a wide grin on his face. “Well come on then, you know the drill,” he said as he pumped his shaft a few times with one of his large sinewy hands. Jordi wasted no time shucking his gym gear as he entered the showers. As he approached the larger man, Trent’s strokes began to get longer and more sensual as his member began to approach full mast. As a shower rather than a grower, his cock only grew around an inch or so in length but it became impossibly thicker and girthier. 

Jordi reached his hands towards the monster cock in front of him, before he found himself being pushed away. “Beg for it little mouse”, Trent growled as he pushed Jordi to one knee. “Please let me suck your cock”, Jordi pleaded, his eyes locked on the dick in front of him. Smack, Jordi winced as Trent slapped his meaty cock against Jordi’s cheek. “Not good enough little mouse”, Trent berated. Jordi looked up into Trent’s eyes, “Please sir, let me worship your cock”, Jordi said, tears in his eyes as his hand rubbed the stinging red patch on his cheek where the dick had hit him. He looked truly pathetic. Trent smiled and placed his hands on the back of Jordi’s head, guiding the smaller boy towards his waiting cock.

As Jordi’s mouth wrapped its way around his throbbing cock, Trent threw his head back in ecstasy. The little dude was normally a good cock sucker with his tight mouth and soft lips but this time was truly wild. Jordi devoured the cock in front of him, forcing as much of the meat stick into his mouth as he could as it rammed the back of his throat. As he choked and spluttered, he felt a strange feeling grow inside of him. A feeling of confidence. Newly emboldened, he did something he'd never done before. He began to fondle his significantly smaller cock with one of his hands as he pleasured the beast that was towering over him. 

Little did the two men know, the spell was going haywire. The sheer magnitude of the emasculation that Jordi was experiencing, combined with Jordi’s willingness to be dominated in such a fashion was stretching the magic to its limits. If it had been cast by a more experienced witch, it may have held, but the unstable magic eventually burst from the confines that Beth had placed on it. 

The primal force had the single drive - to boost Jordi’s confidence to balance out this perceived humiliation. But as it was only intended to provide a small boost, the spell didn’t have the energy to perform its directive. It rushed through the room looking for a source of energy before it settled on a bountiful source - Trent. The magic flowed through Trent, analysing the very core of his being before it found what it was searching for. The source of Trent’s confidence was his superior masculinity. This was the potent source that the spell needed to complete its mission.

The spell settled in Trent’s balls where it began to strip Trent of his bountiful virility. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins was too much for Trent. He let loose a deep growl as he began to cum the biggest load of his life. Jordi choked and gagged as a massive volley of cum shot out of the huge cock inside his mouth. As Trent’s cock continued to spew cum, his balls began to shrink and shrivel. 

As Jordi took volley after volley of Trent's seed, the spell ensured that he also drained Trent of the raw masculinity that made him the titan that he was today. Jordi’s small testicles began to swell in size, sending a cocktail of hormones throughout his body. An inherent sense of confidence began to build inside him as he began to suck the rest of the potent liquid out of Trent’s cock. 

Trent’s testicles continued shrinking to the size of small grapes. The ecstasy that Trent was feeling was too much and the jock blacked out and crashed to the floor. Riding his sudden wave of confidence, Jordi stood up and jacked his small dick a few times, before sending several thick loads of cum all over the unconscious jock. Jordi had never cummed before, and the sheer volume and viscosity of this load surprised him. He looked down at the jock drenched in his seed. “Pathetic”, Jordi said as he spat on the spent athlete before turning to leave the showers.

From that day, Jordi’s life began to change. Just as he finished high school, Jordi began to undergo a huge growth spurt that continued throughout the summer until he started college standing at just over 6’5. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. He thrived at every physical pursuit he put his mind to, even beating out the senior men.

He garnered a serious amount of attention from his classmates of both sexes, quickly becoming a popular member of the student body. He was invited to all the hottest parties where people clamored to hang out with him, in the vein hope that some of his majesty would rub off on them. He stood head and shoulders above the other guys in his classes, even his fellow jocks who looked up to him in reverence. As such he commanded absolute authority and he always got first dibs on which lucky girl he'd decide to take home. He was even know to bed the girlfriends of those in his crew, sometimes several at once, just to remind the smaller men who was the alpha. When he was done with them, they'd return to their boyfriends wishing that their pricks would stretch them the same way that Jordi's monster had.

In his final year of college, Jordi discovered bodybuilding. His body responded to the more intense workout routine and strict diet by packing on pound after pound of shredded muscle onto his also large frame. His hulking physique commanded attention as no one else in his college could. Those who were lucky enough to spend a night with Jordi recounted stories of animalistic sex drive and tales of limping home the next day after a night riding his legendary cock. 

Shortly after graduation, Jordi was ready to enter his first show. His conditioning and definition were both so insane that the judges practically gave him the win the moment he stepped foot on stage. A few of the other competitors wanted to give up once they saw his phenomenal form, but Jordi pressured them to stay on the stage as their comparatively small physiques further added to the majesty of his own.

Jordi was fizzing after winning the contest. He had kissed his mum goodbye at the contest venue and had climbed into his Jeep. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, savouring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The rush he felt from dominating those other bodybuilders who were in the best conditioning of their lives was absolutely intoxicating. And in his hometown no less. His hand slipped into his shorts, massaging the kinks out of his engorged package. It had taken so much self-control to not get a raging hard-on right there on the stage as the lesser men had shied away posing next to his dominating form. He bit his lip and composed himself. A self-worship session would need to wait. 

He started his jeep and drove over to his hometown’s gym. He had never worked out there in his youth, being too weak and feeble to ever dream of setting foot in the door. But now that he was a god among men, he saw it as a personal victory to walk through the doors and let everyone witness the beast he had become.

‘Excuse me, sir, can I please see your membership card?’ a slender man called from behind the sign-in counter as Jordie confidently strode into the gym. Jordi shot a menacing glare at the man, causing him to shrink away as Jordi made his way over to the free weights. Jordi spent the next few hours working out his huge muscles until his body was swollen and drenched with glistening sweat. The other gym patrons had long since left, either to avoid the behemoth's loud grunts as he heaved double the weight they could ever dream of or to furiously masturbate in their cars as they pictured his impressive form. 

At the end of his workout, Jordi made his way into the locker room, where he proceeded to get undressed. His hulking torso seemed to swell even bigger as he peeled off his shirt, his bronzed form on full display like some sort of work of art. He dropped his shorts revealing his monstrous cock and balls as he made his way into the back of the showers, his heavy footsteps thudding on the damp floor and his oversized cock swinging between his bulging quads. 

Jordi turned on the faucet, and a hot stream of water began to pour over his hulking form. He smiled to himself, the facet came up to just below his chin. They really should install higher ones for towering individuals like himself. His calloused hands proceeded to roam his swollen muscles, cleaning the potent sweat and fake tan off his skin. 

Jordi heard someone clearing their throat behind him. “Excuse me, sir, gym facilities are for paying members only,” a high-pitched voice croaked. Jordi turned his head to find the slender employee from earlier. Jordi smiled to himself. He slowly turned the rest of his body towards the smaller man, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he continued to soap them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. The water cascaded down his brick-like abs, flowing like rivers through each of the deep valleys and ridges that made up his powerful midsection. Jordi noticed the smaller man's gaze travel downwards as he became mesmerised by Jordie’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as his wrist.

“I guess you’re the little mouse now Trent,” Jordi rumbled in his deep baritone. Trent’s eyes went wide. It couldn’t be that kid from gym class. Ignoring the behemoth's hulking body, he took a long look at the handsome face of the man in front of him. The bodybuilder could have been the kid's older, hotter brother. The kid that used to make suck him off after practice. He had stronger, more masculine facial features but those dazzling brown eyes were unmistakable.

Trent’s mind went back to that day in the showers when he woke on the floor covered in cum, his nuts shrivelled and tiny. His life had changed that day. It was like his confidence had vanished overnight. The other changes started small. First, his girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't get it up in bed anymore, his normal insatiable sex drive fading. Then the coach said his killer instinct had gone, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the football team. 

Then the shrinking began. Each morning he woke up ever so slightly smaller. No one in his family believed him, instead, they just told him to work out more and lay off the junk food. The lingering magic clouded their memories so that they believed that he had always been at his current height.

By the end of senior year, Trent had lost a couple of inches in height and his hard muscle had become soft with fat. It even got worse when he started college. He ended up dropping out at the end of his first year after he had shrunk over a foot in height and his body was bulging with soft fat. Worst of all, his once legendary package has shrivelled down to a pencil-thin prick that matched his raisin-sized balls.

Eventually, after hitting rock bottom and returning to his hometown, he managed to salvage his life somewhat. He joined his local gym and managed to fight his genetics to lose most of his flab. There were still stubborn pockets of fat in his cheeks and butt that he couldn’t seem to shift and he never managed to put on any muscle, but it was a vast improvement over his time in college. He even managed to get a job at the gym as a weight loss coach. His life had improved, but gone was the titan that he was a few short years ago, and in his place was a twink of a man. And now, somehow he was staring up at the life he should have had. 

“Jordi?” the little man stammered. “In the flesh,” the big man said as he continued to massage his swollen muscles. Trent was mesmerised by the grace and tenderness of the brute's movements as he caressed his muscles in large, arching motions, his fingers dancing along the ridges and peaks of his bulging form. Jordi caught him staring. “Yeah, I changed a bit since you last saw me”, Jordi explained as he kneaded his heavy pecs, “most people can’t get enough of the new and improved me”. The titan began to trace his fingers down his rock-hard abs. “You know I won my pro-card today - and I’ve only been bodybuilding for about a year”. “It’s like my genetics are perfectly programmed for putting on pound after pound of clean muscle at an insane rate”. Jordi put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, giving him an impressive v-taper. 

“But how? You were so small during gym class, how did you…” Trent paused mid-sentence as everything clicked in his mind. Jordi had somehow taken everything from him. His muscles. His height. His manhood. With tears in his eyes, Trent darted across the showers and started clawing at the larger man. “Give it back, give me back my body” Trent wailed with tears in his eyes, his small fists completely ineffective against the solid core of the mammoth in front of him. Jordi sniggered. His former bully couldn’t even reach past the bottom row of his abs. 

Trent felt something poke him in the chest. He looked down to see Jordi’s colossal cock was level with his chest. And it was fully erect. Trent was mesmerised by the sheer size of the monster appendage. 

Seeing the smaller man’s reaction to his fuck stick, Jordi reached down with one of his calloused hands and gently pulled back his foreskin exposing it’s thick mushroom head. The air was instantly filled with a pungent aroma of sweat and musk that seemed to pour out of his exposed glands. 

Trent found himself salivating. He opened his mouth and slowly moved his head towards the monstrous appendage in front of him. As his tongue was just about to make contact, Trent felt himself be pushed backwards as Jordi pressed him to the floor with one of his huge size 15 feet. “I want you to beg for it little mouse,” Jordi growled at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. Trent looked up at the titan towering above him, marvelling at how the water was cascading down the ridges and valleys of the man's musculature. “Please let me suck your cock!” he pleaded as he pulled himself to his knees. Smack! Trent’s cheek stung as Jordi’s meaty cock smacked him across his face. “Not good enough,” Jordi said, his deep voice laden with venom. 

Trent looked up at the man with wide eyes filled with tears and a thick red mark on his cheek. How the tables had turned. He mumbled something under his breath. “What was that runt?” Jordi roared, fire in his eyes. “I said, I’m glad you took my muscles!'' Trent squeaked, “ You took them from me and used them to become so much more. They were wasted on me. I would have never been able to get to the size you are. The definition you have. The god you are”. Tears were streaming down Trent's face as he kneaded Jordies colossal thighs with his small hands. “Please, let me worship you like the alpha you are,” Trent said, pleading to the large man. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Jordi's chest. “You see little mouse, that’s the difference between a true alpha like me, and the wanna-be’s like you used to be,” Jordi said as flexed his powerful forearms, watching the thick chords of dance underneath the surface of his paper-thin skin. “Pretenders let people worship them,” the larger man said, his gaze beering deep into Trent’s soul. Real alpha’s make them worship. With that, Jordi grabbed the back of Trent’s head with both hands and forced him down onto his cock. 

Trent’s small mouth was stretched to its limits to accommodate the sheer size of the mushroom head. Jordi began to force more of his shaft into Trent’s waiting mouth. The titan battered the smaller man’s mouth for what seemed like hours, as Trent's eyes became red and his face bruised from the battering. But throughout, Trent's tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cock that was being jackhammered into his mouth. One of Trent's hands massaged Jordi's oversized balls, while the other massaged any muscle it could get his hands on from Jordi's colossal quads to his diamond-cut abs. Eventually, he settled on using both hands to stimulate the sizable length of shaft that he simply couldn't fit into his mouth. Anything to better please the god in front of him. 

With a roar, Jordi forced the head of his cock down Jordi's throat and began to cum rope after rope of thick cum straight down his gullet. Trent greedily guzzled down as much as he could until the volume being released began to leak out of the sides of his mouth and he was practically drowning in Jordi’s potent seed.

Jordi pulled his colossal member out of Trent’s mouth, causing the smaller man to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. Some small part of Trent wanted him to look up and see Jordi passed out on the ground, as if he had somehow managed to suck his manhood back out of the titan’s cock. But as he slipped his hand into his cum soaked shorts, he found his all too familiar raisin-sized testicles. Instead, he looked up to see Trent still towering above him, a terrifying look of lust in his eyes, and his cock still rock hard as it oozed cum. As if in a trance, Trent turned away from the hulking man. He slowly pulled down his gym shorts, and bent over, offering his perky twink butt to the hulking titan.

Wild with lust, Jordi picked Trent up and lowered him down on his waiting cock. Trent wailed as the huge member pushed up against his virgin hole. Jordi grunted as he tried to push his way inside but he was just too huge. The remnants of the spell cast all of those years ago flared to life one last time, once again surging around the room. They flowed into Trent, changing him one last time. Jordi felt Trent’s hole relax ever so slightly. It was still an incredibly tight fit, but he managed to force his way inside. Jordi moaned as inch after inch of his cock forced it's way inside of Trent's perky bubble butt. It was so incredibly tight that it seemed like his ass was perfectly made to take his massive dick and provide him with as much pleasure as possible. 

Its mission fulfilled, the magic finally dissipated and faded, leaving only Trent’s high-pitched moans and Jordi’s deep rumbling grunts as Jordi bred his former tormentor like the pathetic little mouse he was. 

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CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

Mike and Tim loved each other deeply. Mike, with his towering frame and muscular build, looked every bit the athlete. He was the star of the local rugby team, known for his strength and agility. Tim, on the other hand, was lean and wiry, with a sharp intellect and a quick wit that matched his keen eyes. They had been together for three years, and while their friends and family assumed the dynamics of their relationship, only they knew the truth.

In public, they played their roles well. Mike would wrap an arm protectively around Tim's shoulders, pulling him close as they navigated through life. Tim would lean into Mike, a small smile playing on his lips as if to say, "Yes, he's mine." They were the picture-perfect couple, and everyone admired them, envying their seemingly perfect chemistry.

What people didn't see was the subtle dance of power that took place behind closed doors. In their private sanctuary, Mike's broad shoulders and imposing stature meant nothing. As soon as they stepped into their apartment, the roles reversed.

One evening, after a particularly grueling rugby match, Mike trudged into their apartment, sweat glistening on his body. Tim was already home, sitting on the couch with a book in hand. He looked up as Mike entered, his eyes softening for a moment before a mischievous glint replaced the tenderness.

"Rough game?" Tim asked, closing his book and setting it aside.

Mike nodded, his muscles aching and his mind weary. "Yeah, they really put us through the wringer tonight."

Tim stood and walked over to Mike, his lean form moving with an effortless grace.

He reached up, cupping Mike's face in his hands and pulling him down for a deep, lingering kiss. When they broke apart, Tim's voice was low and commanding.

"Shower. Now."

Mike's eyes widened slightly, but he obeyed without question. He stripped off his clothes as he walked to the bathroom, the hot water a welcome relief against his tired muscles. As he stood under the spray, he felt the tension slowly ebb away, replaced by a different kind of anticipation. As the hot water cascaded over Mike's sore muscles, he found himself replaying Tim's firm command in his mind. Tonight felt different, special, as if Tim had planned something extraordinary. Stepping out of the shower, Mike wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the bedroom, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

Tim stood by the bed, his eyes dark and intense, an air of authority radiating from him. The room was dimly lit, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere. "Come here," Tim instructed, his voice steady and commanding.

Mike obeyed, crossing the room and standing before Tim, who reached out to gently untie the towel around Mike's waist, letting it fall to the floor. Tim's touch was electric, his fingers tracing patterns over Mike's chest and down his arms, sending shivers through his body.

Tim reached up, trailing his fingers lightly over Mike's chest, his touch sending shivers down Mike's spine. "You did well today," Tim murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "But now, it's time to let go." Mike felt his knees weaken, sinking to the floor in submission. Tim guided him to the bed, his movements confident and deliberate, his control absolute.

For the rest of the night, Tim led Mike through an intricate dance of pleasure and obedience. Every touch, every whisper was calculated to drive Mike to the edge and back, each moment more intense than the last. Mike surrendered completely, reveling in the freedom that came with letting Tim take control.

As the night deepened, their connection grew stronger, the boundaries between them blurring until all that remained was the raw, unfiltered expression of their love and trust. When they finally collapsed into each other's arms, spent and satisfied, Mike drifted off to sleep with a deep sense of contentment.

The next morning, Mike awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He reached out, expecting to find Tim beside him, but the bed was empty.

Confused, Mike sat up, rubbing his eyes, and that's when he noticed something strange. His body felt different, smaller. He looked down and gasped. The body he saw wasn't his own; it was Tim's.

Heart pounding, Mike scrambled out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Staring back at him was Tim's reflection. He touched his face, his hands, unable to comprehend what had happened. Just then, the bedroom door opened, and in walked Tim-or rather, Mike's body with Tim's confident stride.

Tim, now in Mike's muscular form, grinned at the look of shock on Mike's face.

"Surprise," he said, his voice carrying a hint of triumph.

"What... how?" Mike stammered, struggling to find his voice.

Tim approached, his movements fluid and commanding. "I've been working on this for a while," he explained, flexing his new, powerful muscles. "I wanted to give us an experience neither of us would ever forget."

Mike's mind raced, a mix of disbelief and awe flooding his senses. "You... you swapped our bodies?"

Tim nodded, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "And now," he said, stepping closer,

"I'm going to show you what it's like to be on the receiving end."

Before Mike could react, Tim's strong hands were on him, pushing him back onto the bed. Tim's newfound strength and size made resistance futile. He pinned Mike down, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes burning with a dominant fire.

"Relax," Tim murmured, his voice deep and reassuring. "Let me take care of you."

Despite the surreal situation, Mike felt a familiar thrill coursing through him.

He trusted Tim implicitly, and the idea of experiencing this new dynamic was intoxicating. He nodded, surrendering once more, this time to the powerful form of the man he loved.

Mike lay back on the bed, still reeling from the intensity of the shock. Tim, now in Mike's powerful body, towered over him, his expression a blend of satisfaction and authority. "Relax," Tim said softly yet commandingly as he positioned himself. The sensation of Tim's strong hands gripping his hips made Mike shiver. It was surreal to see his own muscular arms and broad shoulders moving with Tim's confident precision.

With a firm, controlled push, Tim entered Mike, the initial shock quickly giving way to waves of intense pleasure. Tim's powerful body thrust into him, each movement precise and deliberate. Mike's smaller frame felt every inch, every movement, as Tim guided him through a symphony of pleasure.

Tim's dominance was complete. He used his newly acquired strength to pin Mike down, his thrusts growing more intense. Mike moaned, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation, his trust in Tim absolute. The experience was electrifying, a mix of raw power and deep intimacy that left them both breathless.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through Mike's body, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Tim's control was unyielding, his dominance absolute. He drove into Mike with a rhythm that spoke of both passion and mastery, each movement precise and powerful.

Finally, as they both neared the peak of their shared ecstasy, Tim's thrusts became more urgent, more forceful. Mike cried out, his body trembling with the force of his climax, matched by the powerful release from Tim. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat, utterly spent and deeply satisfied.

For a few moments, they lay there in silence, their breathing gradually slowing.

Mike looked up at Tim, still in awe of the experience. "That was... unbelievable," he whispered.

Tim smiled down at him, his eyes softening. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mike's forehead.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Tim's expression grew more serious.

"There's something you need to know," he said quietly.

Mike's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

Tim took a deep breath. "The body swap... it's permanent."

Mike's eyes widened in shock. "Permanent?"

Tim nodded. "I don't have any regrets, Mike. This is how it's meant to be. You need to accept it. I wanted to give us something more than just a temporary experience.

I wanted us to truly become who we are inside. You've always been the strong, dominant one in public, but in private, you love to submit. And I've always been the one in control, no matter how we appeared to others. Now, our bodies match our true selves."

Mike struggled to process the enormity of what Tim had done. He looked down at his new, leaner form, then back up at Tim's muscular body. Despite the shock, he couldn't deny the rightness of it. This body felt more like him, just as Tim's new form suited him perfectly.

Tim's smile turned mischievous. "I can't wait to live life as you in public, being the hot local rugby player. Stepping into your gear for the matches is going to be amazing." He paused, eyeing Mike's new slender frame. "And you know what? You should become a cheerleader for us. With your now skinny frame, you'll fit right in."

Mike's mind whirled at the idea, but as he lay there, cradled in his-no, Tim’s-strong arms, a sense of acceptance began to wash over him. This was their new reality, and he trusted Tim completely.

Tim looked down at him, his eyes soft but firm. "From now on, we should call each other by our new names. You are Tim, and I am Mike. This is who we are now."

Mike—no, Tim-nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Alright, Mike," he said, testing the name on his tongue. "I trust you."

Tim— now the real Mike—leaned down, kissing him tenderly. "I know you do, Tim.

And I'm going to take care of you, just as you deserve."

The new Mike grinned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "I love controlling your tall, muscular body in public, and I'll love it even more in private, with you being the smaller one now. It's going to be incredible."

Enamorado de mi matón

Soy Steven el típico chico nerd molestado por todos en especial por el grupo de deportistas de la escuela, lo mas gracioso es que estoy enamorado de su líder James, si soy marica.

A pesar de todas las veces que me golpea y me insulta no puedo dejar de sentir lo mismo, es tan estúpidamente sexy, su cuerpo perfectamente estructurado, su rostro con sus labios tan grueso y brillantes ademas de sus ojos que penetran mi alma y no hablar de su cabello que se ve tan suave. ¡Como no estar enamorado de él!

Un día en una fiesta de la escuela, las cuales no me gustan para nada, pero me gusta ver a James allí. Mientras iba saliendo me topé con él quien se dirigió a mi y me empujó contra un muro "Oyee tu hijo de puta, que haces aquí esto es un lugar solo para gente importante no como tu un flacucho nerd" su tono de voz sonaba muy quebrado y lento, inmediatamente supe que estaba borracho. Luego de insultarme este cayó al suelo, no podía dejarlo allí así que decidí llevarlo a su casa, la cual afortunadamente se su dirección. Al llegar a su casa noté que sus padres no estaban, deben estar de viaje como siempre. Al bajar a James de mi auto pude sentir su cuerpo tan duro que hizo que me excitara, al entrar a su casa lo deje encima de su cama cuando ya estaba a punto de irme James tomó mi mano y me tiró contra él, quedamos abrazados por un rato hasta quedarnos dormidos.

A la otra mañana, al mirar a mi alrededor noté que seguía en casa de James, pero el no se encontraba allí por alguna razón.

Me levante inmediatamente para irme de su casa antes de que me golpee, al levantarme noté que mi cuerpo se encontraba tirado allí en el suelo. Mi corazón empezó a latir muy rápido, caminé lentamente al espejo que se encontraba al frente de la cama y al verme, no pude estar más feliz ¡Estaba en el cuerpo de James! Comencé a acariciarme el rostro, no podía creer que estaba en su cuerpo perfecto, me pellizque para confirmar que no era un sueño. Me quite todo lo que llevaba puesto encima y comencé a flexionar y posar durante minutos, luego escuche unos gemidos detrás de mi, era yo. "Mmm... ¿Que ocurre?" Dijo James en mi cuerpo mientras se levantaba del suelo, "¡¿Q-Quien eres y que haces en mi cuerpo?!" Decía mientras me apuntaba con su rostro lleno de miedo y confusión, al ver su reflejo en el espejo entendió todo, él era el nerd y yo el musculoso matón deportista. Tomé de su hombro y dije "Es hora de que pagues por todo, estúpido nerd" lo empuje fuertemente contra la cama y comencé a quitar su pantalones e inmediatamente insertar mi polla. "¡Esto es sólo el principio, marica!" Dije mientras lo follaba fuertemente y él gritaba que parara.

Pasó ¿1 hora? En la cuál estuve follandolo y luego haciéndolo chupar mi polla, hasta que me agote y lo deje tirado allí en la cama con su culo llenisimo de semen, "Te esperaré todos los días aquí mismo luego de la escuela, si llegas a faltar un día te las haré pagar" dije intimidantemente y lo eché de MI casa. Fui a recostarme en mi nueva gran cama con mi polla empapada de semen, ¡Éste es el mejor día de mi vida, y el comienzo de muchos más!

Disfrutando la playa

Nunca me ha gustado la playa, arena en el cuerpo, quemarse bajo el sol y en especial los chicos semidesnudos que andan presumiendo sus cuerpos. Estoy en un viaje escolar con mi clase, todos los atletas están alardeando sus músculos y las chicas están detrás de ellos. Mientras yo tengo un cuerpo gordo, pálido y acné en mi rostro, claramente nadie se fijaría en mí.

Un día mientras caminaba por la playa ya que no tenía nada mejor que hacer, Zack y sus amigos se les ocurrió la idea de jugar voleibol de playa, Zack siempre ha sido alguien vanidoso y arrogante, suele burlarse mucho de mí y hace bromas sobre mi peso, también juega casi todos los deportes que puedan existir y obviamente todos lo aman. En eso que jugaban "accidentalmente" Zack lanzó la pelota hacia mi dirección golpeándome la cabeza, al parecer la golpeó tan fuerte que me dejó inconsciente.

Al despertar me encontraba en otro lugar, la enfermería cerca de la playa, en una cama, me sentía tan extraño y al mirarme las manos me asombre verlas grandes y bronceadas. Miré a mi alrededor y me espanté, ¡En la cama de al lado se encontraba mi cuerpo! ¿Qué está ocurriendo? ¿Si ese soy yo, en que cuerpo estoy?. Me dirigí al baño, miré mi reflejo en el espejo y me desconcerté al ver a Zack, comencé a hacer gestos y él hacía lo mismo. ¡No puedo creerlo! Soy Zack, al mirarme bastante en el espejo comencé a encontrar muy atractivo a Zack, me excito tanto, rápidamente me quité todo lo que traía puesto y pude ver sus grandes pectorales y perfectos abdominales. Sentí algo entre mis piernas, su gran polla era el doble de lo que mi antiguo cuerpo tenía, comencé a acariciarlo lentamente, el rostro de Zack era tan hermoso cuando se excita eso me hizo venir rápidamente y su semen salto por todo mi cuerpo, estuve un largo rato recostado en suelo mientras seguía tocándome lentamente por todas parte mientras miraba mi reflejo, tomando varias fotos bastante intimas en el cuerpo de Zack. Luego me di una ducha rápida y me puse la ropa ajustada que hacia destacar su cuerpo perfecto.

Al salir, mi viejo cuerpo estaba sentado en la cama donde estaba mirándose las manos, al escucharme me miró y no lo pudo creer. Me gustó ver sus ojos llenos de miedo, "¡¿Quién demonios eres tu?!" comenzó a gritar, se me tiró encima gritándome que devolviera su cuerpo, tristemente para él no se como hacerlo y si lo supiera no lo haría. Lo empujé haciéndolo caer y le dije "Quítate de encima, puto rechoncho", comenzó a llorar y salí de la habitación listo para seguir jugando vóley. El resto del viaje mostrando mi cuerpo tonificado, mientras las chicas e incluso algunos chicos me elogiaban, folle con uno de los viejos amigos de Zack que al parecer siempre estuvo enamorado de él, pero ese estúpido nunca se enteró. Hablando de él, estuvo varios días gritando a todos que él era yo obviamente nadie le creía, los profesores que nos acompañaban preocupados llamaron a sus padres y estos se lo llevaron. Que triste, quería presumir más delante de él.

Enjoying the beach

I have never liked the beach, sand in body, burning in the sun and especially the half-naked boys who are showing off their bodies. I am on a school trip with my class, all jocks are boasting their muscles and the girls are behind them. While I have a fat, pale body and acne on my face, clearly no one would notice me.

One day while walking on the beach since I had nothing better to do, Zack and his friends came up with the idea of playing beach volleyball, Zack has always been someone vain and arrogant, teases me a lot and makes jokes about me weight, also plays almost every sport that may exist and obviously everyone loves him. In what they played "accidentally" Zack threw the ball in my direction hitting my head, apparently hit it so hard that it left me unconscious.

When I woke up I was in another place, the nursing near the beach, in a bed, I felt so strange and when I looked at my hands I was amazed to see them big and tanned. I looked around and got scared, my body was in the next bed! What is happening? If that is me, what body am I in? I went to the bathroom, looked at my reflection in the mirror and was baffled to see Zack, I began to make gestures and he did the same. I can't believe it! I'm Zack, looking at me quite a lot in the mirror, I began to find Zack very attractive, I got so excited, I quickly took off everything I was wearing and I could see his big pecs and perfect abs. I felt something between my legs, his big dick was twice what my old body had, I began to caress it slowly, Zack's face was so beautiful when he got excited that made me ejaculate quickly and his cum jumped all over my body, I lay on the floor for a long while while still touching me slowly everywhere while looking at my reflection, taking several pretty intimate selfies on Zack's body. Then I took a quick shower and put on tight clothes that made him perfect body stand out.

When I left, my old body was sitting on the bed where he was looking at his hands, he listening me looked at me and couldn't believe it. I liked seeing his eyes full of fear, "Who the hell are you?!" He began to scream, he threw himself on me screaming to return his body, sadly for him I don't know how to do it and if I knew I wouldn't. I pushed him down and said "Get off me, you fucking pudgy", he started to cry and I left the room ready to continue playing volleyball. The rest of the trip I showing my toned body, while the girls and even some boys praised me, I fucked one of Zack's old friends who apparently always fell in love with him, but that stupid never found out. Speaking of him, he spent several days yelling at everyone that he was me obviously nobody believed him, the teachers who accompanied us worried called his parents and they took him away. So sad, I wanted to show off more in front of him.

Hi! I'm a Latin American boy and I am not very good with English so I am sorry if there are mistakes in the story. If you want, you can send me messages about corrections, I would be delighted.

Mi atractivo mejor amigo

Siempre me he preguntado porque Matt me considera su mejor amigo, es bastante atractivo, es atlético y el chico más popular de la escuela. En cambio, yo soy todo lo contrario, soy escuálido e introvertido a pesar de todo esto somos mejores amigos y prefiere pasar el tiempo conmigo que con sus amigos deportistas y todas las chicas que están locas por él. En unos días será el baile de graduación, normalmente no voy a estos eventos pero solo iré por él, haría lo que sea por Matt, la verdad es que hace bastante he estado enamorado de él pero nunca me he atrevido a decírselo y creo que solo me ve como su amigo.

El día del baile al despertar no estaba en mi habitación, era la de Matt. Mientras tomaba conciencia de lo que sucedía me di cuenta que no llevaba nada puesto lo que es raro ya que suelo usar pijama para dormir. Al destaparme pude ver mi cuerpo que era muy distinto a lo que era ayer antes de dormir, tenía un físico totalmente tonificado, mi polla estaba erecta y más grande de lo que recordaba. Me levanté al instante, fui hacia el espejo más cercano y no pude creer lo que mis ojos veían, comencé a tocar mi rostro asombrado, estaba en el cuerpo de mi mejor amigo. No sabía que pensar, tal vez era un sueño, pellizque fuertemente uno de los brazos de Matt y no sucedió nada. ¡Esto es real, estoy en su cuerpo y estoy desnudo! Nunca había visto su cuerpo desnudo, a pesar de ser amigos hace muchos años, me sonroje y cubrí su paquete.

Me senté en su cama intentando pensar que había sucedido y que haría ahora.. ¿Si yo estoy en su cuerpo significa que él estará en el mío? Si es así tengo que ir de inmediatamente a mi casa, me dirigí a su armario y tomé algo de su ropa. Me miré nuevamente en el espejo, quedé hipnotizado como resaltaban sus pectorales que comencé a acariciarlos lentamente a través de su ropa, son tan duros... ¡Basta de distracciones! Salí de su casa para ir a la mía. En el camino recibí muchas miradas de chicas lo cual en mi cuerpo nunca me sucedía, amigos de Matt me saludaban y me ponía nervioso intentando actuar como él. Al llegar, mi madre la cual cree que soy Matt me dejo entrar sin problemas ya que mi familia y la suya son muy cercanas y nos tenemos bastante confianza. Fui hacia mi habitación y lentamente abrí la puerta, lo primero que vi fue mi propio cuerpo mirándose en el espejo tocándose el trasero.

Me sonroje al ver mi propio cuerpo desnudo. Matt al verme, rápidamente tomó mi brazo y me hizo entrar. "¿Que nos sucedió?" Dijo fingiendo no haberlo visto tocándose. "N-No lo sé, anoche fui a dormir como siempre y al otro día desperté en tu cuerpo." Nos sentamos en su cama y estuvimos varios minutos en silencio procesando la situación en que estábamos, "Bueno, supongo que será divertido estar en el cuerpo del otro por un día" dijo con su actitud optimista de siempre. "¿No te molesta estar en mi cuerpo feo y escuálido?" dije algo entristecido, "Claro que no, no digas eso. No eres feo, la verdad me gusta tu cuerpo, siempre te encontré bastante tierno", nos miramos fijamente un rato "Si soy sincero creo que estoy enamorado de ti" se sonrojo y desvió su mirada. Tomé suavemente su barbilla y le di un beso apasionado, no se de donde vino todo este valor, tal vez sea por estar en su cuerpo. Nos comenzamos a calentar, Matt me despojó de toda la ropa que traía y con todo el valor que vino a mi, comenzamos a follar. Nunca me fijé en las partes buenas de mi antiguo cuerpo como la piel suave, los labios rojizos y en especial el gran culo que rebotaba por el gran paquete de Matt que lo penetraba.

Luego de eso tomamos un descanso, pensando lo extraño que fue follar mi propio cuerpo y para Matt ser follado por el suyo. Nos reímos de la situación y nos dimos un beso. De pronto recordamos que esta noche era el baile de graduación, Matt a pesar de estar en mi cuerpo insistía en que deberíamos ir. Así que decidimos que por esta noche íbamos a actuar como el otro, al pensar en esto me sentí muy nervioso, como mencioné Matt es muy popular y no se si podré con ello. Matt me abrazó e hizo que me relajara. Me despedí de él y me dirigí a su casa. Horas más tarde ya estaba con mi traje puesto, me miré al espejo, aún no creía que era Matt y lo guapo que me veía. No resistí y hice algunas poses muy sexys antes de irme, creo que puedo con esto.

Estaba afuera de la fiesta esperándolo varios minutos hasta que vi a alguien detrás de un árbol sentado, era él. Cuando me le acerqué, tenía una cara algo triste "¿Que pasó Matt?" Me senté junto a él, "Siempre soñé con este día y ahora no podré disfrutarlo" dijo con sus ojos tristones. Lo consolé y le dije "todo estará bien, si quieres puedes actuar como tu mismo" agarré su mano y entramos juntos a la fiesta donde nos oficializamos como novios. No tuve problemas con hablar con los amigos de Matt y me divertí mucho en la fiesta, debe ser por estar en su cuerpo. Matt fue el alma de la fiesta y todos le gustó como "cambió". Matt y yo bailamos una canción lenta y luego de ello informaron a los reyes del baile, no pude creer cuando mencionar a Matt a pesar de que era realmente obvio. Subí al escenario y me colocaron la corona, todos me aplaudieron incluyendo Matt. Me sentí tan feliz de ser querido por todos.

Luego de ese día nunca volvimos a nuestros cuerpos y nos acostumbrando a ser el otro. Matt y yo fuimos a la misma universidad, él en mi cuerpo se fue volviendo rápidamente popular ya que seguía con su personalidad carismática y magnética que lo hacía destacar, también comenzó a practicar deporte y ejercicio aunque tuvo complicaciones al comienzo al estar en mi cuerpo, pero lo logró y fue ganando músculo. Yo no me quedé atrás ya que con este cuerpo me volví alguien más sociable y creo que me fui convirtiendo en alguien vanidoso, aunque no puedo evitarlo al ser el chico más guapo del mundo.

My sexy best friend

I've always wondered why Matt considers me his best friend, he's quite attractive, athletic and the most popular boy in school. On the other hand, I'm the opposite, scrawny and introverted, despite all this we are best friends and he prefers to spend time with me than with his jock friends and all the girls who are crazy about him. In a few days it will be the prom, normally I don't go to these events but I will go only for him, I would do anything for Matt, the truth is that I have been in love with him for quite a while but I have never dared to say it and I think he only sees me as his friend.

The day of the prom I wasn't in my room, it was Matt's. While becoming aware of what was happening, I realized that I wasn't wearing anything that is unusual since I usually wear pajamas to sleep. When I uncovered I could see my body that was very different from what it was yesterday before sleeping, I had a totally toned physique, my dick was erect and bigger than I remembered. I got up instantly, I went to the nearest mirror and I couldn't believe what my eyes saw, I began to touch my astonished face, I was in the body of my best friend. I didn't know what to think, maybe it was a dream, I strongly pinched one of Matt's arms and nothing happened. This is real, I'm in his body and I'm naked! I had never seen him naked body, despite being friends many years ago, I blushed and covered him package.

I sat on his bed trying to think what had happened and what he would do now .. If I'm in his body does it mean he will be in mine? If so, I have to go immediately to my house, I went to his closet and took some of his clothes. I looked in the mirror again, I was hypnotized as their pecs stood out so that I began to caress them slowly through their clothes, they are so hard... Enough of distractions! I left his house to go to mine. On the way I received many looks from girls which never happened to me in my body, Matt's friends greeted me and made me nervous trying to act like him. Upon arrival, my mom who thinks I'm Matt let me in without problems since my family and his are very close and we have enough confidence. I went to my room and slowly opened the door, the first thing I saw was my own body looking in the mirror touching its butt.

I blushed to see my own naked body. When Matt saw me, he quickly took my arm and let me in. "What happened to us?" He said pretending that I didn't see him touching himself. "I-I don't know, last night I went to sleep as usual and the next day I woke up in your body." We sat on his bed and spent several minutes in silence processing the situation we were in, "Well, I guess it will be fun to be in each other's body for a day," he said with his usual optimistic attitude. "Doesn't it bother you to be in my ugly and scrawny body?" I said something sad, "Of course not, don't say that. You aren't ugly, I really like your body, I always found you quite cute", we stared at each other for a while "If I'm sincere I think I'm in love with you". He blushed and looked away, I gently took his chin and gave him a passionate kiss, I don't know where all this courage came from, maybe it's because he was in his body. We started to warm up, Matt stripped me of all the clothes I brought and with all the courage that came to me, we started to fuck. I never noticed the good parts of my old body like the soft skin, the reddish lips and especially the big ass that bounced by Matt's big package that penetrated him.

After that we took a break, thinking how strange it was to fuck my own body and for Matt to be fucked by his. We laughed at the situation and kissed each other. Suddenly we remember that tonight was the prom, Matt despite being in my body insisted that we should go. So we decided that tonight we were going to act like the other, thinking about this I felt very nervous, as I mentioned Matt is very popular and I don't know if I can do it. Matt hugged me and made me relax. I said goodbye to him and headed home. Hours later I was already wearing my tuxedo, I looked in the mirror, I still didn't think it was Matt and how handsome he looked at me. I didn't resist and did some very sexy poses before I left, I think I can with this.

I was outside the party waiting for him several minutes until I saw someone behind a sitting tree, it was him. When I approached him, he had a somewhat sad face "What happened Matt?" I sat next to him, "I always dreamed of this day and now I will not be able to enjoy it", he said with his sad eyes. I console him and said "everything will be fine, if you want you can act like yourself" I grabbed his hand and we entered the party together where we formalized as boyfriends. I had no problems talking to Matt's friends and I had a lot of fun at the prom, it must be because I was in his body. Matt was the party soul and everyone liked how it "changed". Matt and me danced a slow song and then informed the kings of the prom, I couldn't believe when to mention Matt even though it was really obvious. I went on stage and they put the crown on me, everyone applauded me including Matt. I felt so happy to be loved by everyone.

After that day we never returned to our bodies and getting used to being the other. Matt and me went to the same university, he in my body quickly became popular as he continued with his charismatic and magnetic personality that made him stand out, he also began to practice sports and exercise although he had complications at the beginning because he was in my body, but he succeeded and was gaining muscle. I wasn't left behind because with this body I became someone more sociable and I think I was becoming someone vain, although I can't help being the most beautiful boy in the world.

Hi! I'm a Latin American boy and I am not very good with English so I am sorry if there are mistakes in the story. If you want, you can send me messages about corrections, I would be delighted.

El deportista presumido

Odio mucho a mi compañero de cuarto Alex. Es un deportista insoportablemente engreído, me trata como su sirviente, me hace recoger toda su ropa, se burla de mi pequeño cuerpo y presume el suyo cada vez que puede delante de mí. Se pasea por nuestra habitación completamente desnudo sin importarle que yo esté aquí y a veces lo he encontrado masturbándose haciendo que lo vea a propósito para que vea la gran polla con la que fue dotado.

Un día mientras él estaba en su práctica de fútbol americano, cuando recogía su ropa por mera curiosidad me la probé, fue algo vergonzoso ver lo grande que me quedaba su vestimenta, me hizo sentir mal por el físico que tengo, soy pequeño y un débilucho. Las olfateé y pude oler el sudor que había en ellas por los duros entrenamientos que él tiene, esto me excito de alguna manera. Me quité todo rápidamente ya que pronto llegaría Alex y no quería que me viera usando su ropa.

Desde ese día todo fue cambiando. Varios días después comencé a notar cosas muy extrañas como que mi paquete había estado creciendo bastante, pasó de 10 a 20 cm en un par de semanas. Y yo no era el único que cambiaba, Alex dejó de pasearse desnudo y dejó de masturbarse en frente mío, creo que ahora le avergüenza mostrar su miembro. Aún así continúa alardeando de otras cosas, en una de sus duchas luego de ejercitarse, al salir ahora cubriéndose con una toalla su parte inferior, no paraba de mostrarme su abdomen y pectorales, acariciando su piel húmeda en frente de mí, molestándome por lo delgado que soy.

Otra semana pasó y continuaron los cambios, Alex fue haciéndose más pequeño y sus músculos fueron desapareciendo a tal punto que en los partidos de fútbol americano fue dejado de suplente y luego, finalmente decidieron expulsarlo ya que no tenía el físico y sólo hacía el ridículo en la cancha. Por otro lado, yo fui aumentando mi tamaño hasta el punto de crecer 15 cm y ganando bastante masa muscular, el entrenador comenzó a notar mi buen físico y me sugirió que entrara al equipo, claramente le dije que no sabia nada acerca de deportes pero aún así me quiso dentro, así entré reemplazando a Alex y me di cuenta lo bueno que era en ello. Una vez al volver a nuestra habitación después de mi entrenamiento estaba Alex como siempre sin hacer nada y solo presumiendo de su bello rostro mencionando lo limpio que era sin ningún rastro de acné, su mandíbula y barbilla perfectas, y su sonrisa irresistible, burlándose de que yo era todo lo contrario. Decidí ignorarlo, darme una ducha e irme a dormir ya que tenía mucho que hacer mañana.

Pasó el tiempo, ahora soy el chico más popular y atractivo de esta universidad, me transforme en una versión perfecta de mí mismo, soy el capitán del equipo de fútbol americano, todas las chicas que solían rechazarme ahora están locas por mí, los chicos que me molestaban ahora son mis hermanos y compañeros de equipo, todos me idolatran. No puedo decir lo mismo para Alex, se volvió irreconocible pasó de un vanidoso atleta a ser un chico tímido. Ahora es él quien limpia nuestro cuarto, hace todo sin rechistar ya que sabe lo que sucedería si llega a desobedecer. Ahora soy yo el que camina desnudo mostrando mi cuerpo de adonis en grandeza, lo he visto mirándome con lujuria y a veces le dejo tocar mis duros pectorales y abdomen pero a favor de que me chupe mi polla cada vez que me de la gana, claramente lo acepta ya que quien perdería esa gran oportunidad.

Así fue como Alex se volvió mi perra cachonda que le gusta lamer pollas y yo soy este galán ahora.

The conceited jock

I really hate my roommate Alex. He is an unbearably conceited jock, he treats me like his servant, makes me pick up all his clothes, makes fun of my little body and boasts his own every time he can in front of me. He wanders around our room completely naked no matter that I am here and sometimes I have found him masturbating making me see him on purpose so that he sees the big cock with which he was gifted.

One day while he was in his football practice, when he picked up his clothes out of curiosity I tried it on, it was a bit embarrassing to see how big his clothes were, it made me feel bad for the body I have, I'm small and a weak man. I sniffed it and I could smell the sweat in them because of the hard workouts he has, this titillate me on somehow. I took everything off quickly as Alex would soon arrive and I didn't want him to see me wearing his clothes.

From that day on everything was changing. Several days later I began to notice very strange things like my package had been growing a lot, it went from 4" to 8" in a couple of weeks. And I wasn't the only one who changed, Alex stopped walking naked and stopped masturbating in front of me, I think he is now ashamed to show his member. Even so, he continues to boast of other things, in one of his showers after exercising, when leaving now covering himself with a towel his lower part, he kept showing me his abdomen and pecs, caressing his wet skin in front of me, bothering me for the thin that I'm.

Another week passed and the changes continued, Alex was getting smaller and his muscles were disappearing to the point that in the football games he was left as a substitute and then finally they decided to expel him since he didn't have the body and just made a fool of himself. On the other hand, I was increasing my size to the point of growing 6" and gaining enough muscle mass, the coach began to notice my good physique and suggested that I enter the team, I clearly told him that I didn't know anything about sports but still That's how he wanted me inside, that's how I entered replacing Alex and realized how good I was in it. Once upon returning to our room after my training, Alex was as usual doing nothing and just showing off his beautiful face, mentioning how clean it was without any trace of acne, his perfect jaw and chin, and his irresistible smile, mocking that I was the opposite. I decided to ignore it, take a shower and go to sleep since I had a lot to do tomorrow.

Time passed, now I'm the most popular and attractive boy in this university, I become a perfect version of myself, I'm the captain of the football team, all the girls who used to reject me are now crazy about me, the boys who bothered me now they are my bros and teammates, they all idolize me. I can't say the same for Alex, he became unrecognizable, he went from a vain jock to being a shy boy. Now he is the one who cleans our room, does everything without questioning since he knows what would happen if he disobeys. Now I'm the one who walks naked showing my body of adonis in greatness, I have seen him looking at me with lust and sometimes I let him touch my hard pecs and abdomen but in favor of sucking my cock every time I feel like it, he clearly accept since who would lose that great opportunity.

That's how Alex became my horny bitch who likes to suck dicks and I'm this beautiful now.

Hi! I'm a Latin American boy and I am not very good with English so I am sorry if there are mistakes in the story. If you want, you can send me messages about corrections, I would be delighted.

Short Story: All I want for Christmas is

Jacob was bored. He was being forced to spend the holidays with his Dad, his new stepmother, and his new stepbrother Kerry. His Dad had had many partners over the years due to his handsome features and athletic physique. Luckily Jacob had inherited his father's masculine genes, giving him the muscular body of a fitness model. Jacob had had to deal with many step-siblings over the years, but his current stepbrother was the worst. The boy was a couple of years younger and an absolute nerd. Jacob couldn’t understand how someone could stare at a computer screen all day, letting their body grow fat and lazy. If it didn’t get you laid, Jacob couldn’t see the value in doing it.

Jacob lazily flexed his biceps as he stared out the window. “It’s your turn Jacob,” Kerry wheezed. The act of learning forward off the sofa proved to be too much exertion for his pudgy body. Jacob sighed. He was being forced into playing some nerdy train game as a bonding exercise with the dweeb. “Sorry, I just can’t deal with this nerd shit anymore,” Jacob complained as he pulled out his phone to swipe through Tinder. “You should try to be nicer to me or your dad will be mad,” Kerry stammered on the verge of tears. He was doing everything he could to impress his god of a stepbrother. “Fine,” Jacob moaned. He didn’t want to risk having his dad cut his credit card off a week before the big New Years' festivals. “Do you want to come with me and work out?” asked Jacob, “Maybe you’d get a chick if you built up a bit of muscle”. “You know I have asthma,” Kerry said ashamed, "and you'll just make fun of me”.

Jacob rolled his eyes at the pathetic display, “Well I suppose we can just talk then”. The two sat in silence for a few moments while Jacob tried desperately to think of some small talk. “If there was one thing in the world you could have for Christmas, what would it be?” Jacob asked in an attempt to break the silence. His stepbrother went to respond before stopping himself. “I promise not to make fun of you,” Jacob encouraged, “Hell, if it’s something I can give you I will!”.

His stepbrother made a mischievous grin. “Well, since you offered so nicely” he started, “All I want for Christmas is you”. “What, is that some sort of gay shit?” Jacob spat. Kerry hauled himself to his feet and leaned over Jacob. “What the fuck dude, are you coming onto me?” Jacob cried as he tried to move away from Kerry's sweaty, overweight body. Kerry reached out and placed a hand on one of Jacob's hard pecs. Suddenly the air was filled with the smell of oranges, and Jacob found he couldn’t move. “What are you doing to me?” Jacob said through clenched teeth. “I’m just taking you up on your generous offer,” his stepbrother smiled. The smell of oranges got stronger, and Jacob’s vision went black.

Jacob opened his eyes and found himself on the sofa covered in sweat. “Fuck, I must have passed out”, he thought to himself. He felt tired and weak. “What the fuck,” he said as he looked down to see a pair of saggy man tits where his pecs used to be. Jacob panicked and started wheezing. “Kerry, what’s happening?” Jacob’s stepmother asked as she came to his aid, “Are you having another asthma attack?”. “My. Body!” Jacob wheezed.

“Harry, Jacob come quick!” his stepmother called, “Kerry’s having another asthma attack!”. Jacob stared wide eyed as his step-father ran into the room, closely followed by a mirror image of his own body. Jacob freaked out at the sight of his body standing over him and began to wheeze more. His doppelganger was shirtless, with his muscular physique covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the workout he had been doing with his Dad. Every muscle was pumped and swollen. “Here you go buddy,” his body said as it passed him an inhaler. “Take a couple of puffs of that and you’ll be better in no time,” the imposter said as he stood over Jacob, “Maybe when you're feeling better, you can join Dad and I for a workout?”. Jacob grabbed the inhaler and took several deep breaths.

“Jacob, you're so nice to your stepbrother,” his stepmother said fawning over her stepson. “What can I say, I feel a bit sorry for the dude” smiled the fraud. “Plus, he got me the best Christmas present I could ever ask for,” the fake Jacob teased as he absentmindedly rubbed his ripped core. “Come on Dad, let's go pump some more iron, I want to grow these puppies a bit more before New Year” bragged the other Jacob he flexed his already massive biceps. The new Jacob began to leave the room before turning to his old body and saying “Hopefully you feel up to joining us soon Kerry, it can be my Christmas gift to you”. With that, he laughed and ran to go join his new Dad in the gym.

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Thanks for the muscles mum!

In celebration of reaching 500 subscribers, I thought I'd do a bit of a longer story, even though they don't get as much attention. This was a draft I did last year that kind of got out of hand but I think it ended up turning out pretty well. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the muscles mum! Jordi said as he bent down and kissed his mother Beth on the cheek. Jordi had just won his first bodybuilding competition and was feeling on top of the world. He had blown the competition out of the water with his superior size, symmetry, and conditioning.

But Jordi wasn’t always like this. Growing up he was just like most other boys, with cute, boyish features that mothers like Beth find so adorable. But as other boys his age hit puberty and began to grow into men, Jordi stayed as he was. As he moved through high school, Jordi found himself increasingly socially isolated from his peers and eventually the subject of ridicule and bullying. By the time he had turned 18 during his senior year, he had developed a meek, and submissive personality, not wanting to draw attention to himself for fear of further upsetting his aggressors.

When Jordi started arriving home with bruises on his face, Beth decided enough was enough. She waited until her son was asleep before she crept up to the attic. She crawled over all the piles of junk and boxes of family memorabilia until she found an old wooden box. The box was locked, but the moment she touched it, the heavy metal lock clicked open, revealing an ancient leather-bound book that pulsed with a strange energy. Beth came from a long line of witches, and even though the practice had waned over the years, she was still known to cast the odd spell here and there. The case in point being the love spell she had placed on Jordie's father - although she must have done something wrong in that spell because he left her not long after Jordie’s birth.

The words in the book seemed to shimmer and dance as Beth flicked through the pages. There were spells that would make Jordi grow in height, spells to change his personality, and spells to make him incredibly handsome. But that wasn’t what Beth was after. She still wanted him to be her sweat littleJordi. She just wanted him to be able to stick up for himself a bit more and be comfortable in his own skin. 

Beth continued to flick through the pages until a spell caught her eye. Her understanding of the ancient language of the book was rusty, but the spell appeared to reference boosting one’s inner confidence. She glanced through the complicated spell, and after getting the gist of it, she snuck downstairs. Standing over her son’s sleeping form, she muttered the incantation before sprinkling a small amount of ash in the boy's hair. A slight breeze blew through the room - a sign to Beth that the spell must have worked. She creeped out of the room leaving her boy to his dreams.

The next day at school started as a typical day for Jordi. He spent the day going from class to class, barely talking to anyone and eating his lunch in an inconspicuous place to avoid drawing attention to himself. Eventually, he came to the part of his day he was both dreading and looking forward to - gym class. Thanks to his timetable, his gym class was mostly made out of jocks from the football team. If there was one thing that would ruin your confidence, it was having to watch these paragons of athleticism compete to see who was the top dog. Today was open weights. The jocks spent their time trying to outlift each other, throwing around huge amounts of iron while Jordi quietly did some bodyweight exercises in the corner.

The showers after class were usually a nightmare of taunts and jeers from the jocks, so Jordi had learned to hide away in a toilet cubicle. Eventually, the commotion outside the stall calmed down and the locker room became still. Jordi cracked open the door of the cubical just as he heard the sound of running water begin once again. He peered through the haze of steam into the shower block to see a lone figure against the back wall. Jordi watched from afar, taking in every inch of the figure's colossal physique. Trent was the star linebacker of the football team. While puberty had passed Jordi by, it had hit Trent like a freight train. His massive 6 foot 5 frame easily made him the tallest member on the team by a few inches, causing the coach to request a special higher shower nozzle to be installed just for him. 

The warm water cascaded over his powerful physique. It didn’t seem possible that an 18-year-old could have such mature musculature. His back and lats flared as he reached to soap his solid glutes. Trent turned towards Jordi, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he soaped them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. While his core lacked the insane definition that some jocks had, it was solid and powerful. Jordi’s gaze dropped down to Trent’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as Jordi's wrist.

“I see the little mouse is back again,” a deep baritone voice growled, snapping Jordi back to attention. Trent was staring directly at Jordi with a wide grin on his face. “Well come on then, you know the drill,” he said as he pumped his shaft a few times with one of his large sinewy hands. Jordi wasted no time shucking his gym gear as he entered the showers. As he approached the larger man, Trent’s strokes began to get longer and more sensual as his member began to approach full mast. As a shower rather than a grower, his cock only grew around an inch or so in length but it became impossibly thicker and girthier. 

Jordi reached his hands towards the monster cock in front of him, before he found himself being pushed away. “Beg for it little mouse”, Trent growled as he pushed Jordi to one knee. “Please let me suck your cock”, Jordi pleaded, his eyes locked on the dick in front of him. Smack, Jordi winced as Trent slapped his meaty cock against Jordi’s cheek. “Not good enough little mouse”, Trent berated. Jordi looked up into Trent’s eyes, “Please sir, let me worship your cock”, Jordi said, tears in his eyes as his hand rubbed the stinging red patch on his cheek where the dick had hit him. He looked truly pathetic. Trent smiled and placed his hands on the back of Jordi’s head, guiding the smaller boy towards his waiting cock.

As Jordi’s mouth wrapped its way around his throbbing cock, Trent threw his head back in ecstasy. The little dude was normally a good cock sucker with his tight mouth and soft lips but this time was truly wild. Jordi devoured the cock in front of him, forcing as much of the meat stick into his mouth as he could as it rammed the back of his throat. As he choked and spluttered, he felt a strange feeling grow inside of him. A feeling of confidence. Newly emboldened, he did something he'd never done before. He began to fondle his significantly smaller cock with one of his hands as he pleasured the beast that was towering over him. 

Little did the two men know, the spell was going haywire. The sheer magnitude of the emasculation that Jordi was experiencing, combined with Jordi’s willingness to be dominated in such a fashion was stretching the magic to its limits. If it had been cast by a more experienced witch, it may have held, but the unstable magic eventually burst from the confines that Beth had placed on it. 

The primal force had the single drive - to boost Jordi’s confidence to balance out this perceived humiliation. But as it was only intended to provide a small boost, the spell didn’t have the energy to perform its directive. It rushed through the room looking for a source of energy before it settled on a bountiful source - Trent. The magic flowed through Trent, analysing the very core of his being before it found what it was searching for. The source of Trent’s confidence was his superior masculinity. This was the potent source that the spell needed to complete its mission.

The spell settled in Trent’s balls where it began to strip Trent of his bountiful virility. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins was too much for Trent. He let loose a deep growl as he began to cum the biggest load of his life. Jordi choked and gagged as a massive volley of cum shot out of the huge cock inside his mouth. As Trent’s cock continued to spew cum, his balls began to shrink and shrivel. 

As Jordi took volley after volley of Trent's seed, the spell ensured that he also drained Trent of the raw masculinity that made him the titan that he was today. Jordi’s small testicles began to swell in size, sending a cocktail of hormones throughout his body. An inherent sense of confidence began to build inside him as he began to suck the rest of the potent liquid out of Trent’s cock. 

Trent’s testicles continued shrinking to the size of small grapes. The ecstasy that Trent was feeling was too much and the jock blacked out and crashed to the floor. Riding his sudden wave of confidence, Jordi stood up and jacked his small dick a few times, before sending several thick loads of cum all over the unconscious jock. Jordi had never cummed before, and the sheer volume and viscosity of this load surprised him. He looked down at the jock drenched in his seed. “Pathetic”, Jordi said as he spat on the spent athlete before turning to leave the showers.

From that day, Jordi’s life began to change. Just as he finished high school, Jordi began to undergo a huge growth spurt that continued throughout the summer until he started college standing at just over 6’5. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. He thrived at every physical pursuit he put his mind to, even beating out the senior men.

He garnered a serious amount of attention from his classmates of both sexes, quickly becoming a popular member of the student body. He was invited to all the hottest parties where people clamored to hang out with him, in the vein hope that some of his majesty would rub off on them. He stood head and shoulders above the other guys in his classes, even his fellow jocks who looked up to him in reverence. As such he commanded absolute authority and he always got first dibs on which lucky girl he'd decide to take home. He was even know to bed the girlfriends of those in his crew, sometimes several at once, just to remind the smaller men who was the alpha. When he was done with them, they'd return to their boyfriends wishing that their pricks would stretch them the same way that Jordi's monster had.

In his final year of college, Jordi discovered bodybuilding. His body responded to the more intense workout routine and strict diet by packing on pound after pound of shredded muscle onto his also large frame. His hulking physique commanded attention as no one else in his college could. Those who were lucky enough to spend a night with Jordi recounted stories of animalistic sex drive and tales of limping home the next day after a night riding his legendary cock. 

Shortly after graduation, Jordi was ready to enter his first show. His conditioning and definition were both so insane that the judges practically gave him the win the moment he stepped foot on stage. A few of the other competitors wanted to give up once they saw his phenomenal form, but Jordi pressured them to stay on the stage as their comparatively small physiques further added to the majesty of his own.

Jordi was fizzing after winning the contest. He had kissed his mum goodbye at the contest venue and had climbed into his Jeep. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, savouring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The rush he felt from dominating those other bodybuilders who were in the best conditioning of their lives was absolutely intoxicating. And in his hometown no less. His hand slipped into his shorts, massaging the kinks out of his engorged package. It had taken so much self-control to not get a raging hard-on right there on the stage as the lesser men had shied away posing next to his dominating form. He bit his lip and composed himself. A self-worship session would need to wait. 

He started his jeep and drove over to his hometown’s gym. He had never worked out there in his youth, being too weak and feeble to ever dream of setting foot in the door. But now that he was a god among men, he saw it as a personal victory to walk through the doors and let everyone witness the beast he had become.

‘Excuse me, sir, can I please see your membership card?’ a slender man called from behind the sign-in counter as Jordie confidently strode into the gym. Jordi shot a menacing glare at the man, causing him to shrink away as Jordi made his way over to the free weights. Jordi spent the next few hours working out his huge muscles until his body was swollen and drenched with glistening sweat. The other gym patrons had long since left, either to avoid the behemoth's loud grunts as he heaved double the weight they could ever dream of or to furiously masturbate in their cars as they pictured his impressive form. 

At the end of his workout, Jordi made his way into the locker room, where he proceeded to get undressed. His hulking torso seemed to swell even bigger as he peeled off his shirt, his bronzed form on full display like some sort of work of art. He dropped his shorts revealing his monstrous cock and balls as he made his way into the back of the showers, his heavy footsteps thudding on the damp floor and his oversized cock swinging between his bulging quads. 

Jordi turned on the faucet, and a hot stream of water began to pour over his hulking form. He smiled to himself, the facet came up to just below his chin. They really should install higher ones for towering individuals like himself. His calloused hands proceeded to roam his swollen muscles, cleaning the potent sweat and fake tan off his skin. 

Jordi heard someone clearing their throat behind him. “Excuse me, sir, gym facilities are for paying members only,” a high-pitched voice croaked. Jordi turned his head to find the slender employee from earlier. Jordi smiled to himself. He slowly turned the rest of his body towards the smaller man, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he continued to soap them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. The water cascaded down his brick-like abs, flowing like rivers through each of the deep valleys and ridges that made up his powerful midsection. Jordi noticed the smaller man's gaze travel downwards as he became mesmerised by Jordie’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as his wrist.

“I guess you’re the little mouse now Trent,” Jordi rumbled in his deep baritone. Trent’s eyes went wide. It couldn’t be that kid from gym class. Ignoring the behemoth's hulking body, he took a long look at the handsome face of the man in front of him. The bodybuilder could have been the kid's older, hotter brother. The kid that used to make suck him off after practice. He had stronger, more masculine facial features but those dazzling brown eyes were unmistakable.

Trent’s mind went back to that day in the showers when he woke on the floor covered in cum, his nuts shrivelled and tiny. His life had changed that day. It was like his confidence had vanished overnight. The other changes started small. First, his girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't get it up in bed anymore, his normal insatiable sex drive fading. Then the coach said his killer instinct had gone, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the football team. 

Then the shrinking began. Each morning he woke up ever so slightly smaller. No one in his family believed him, instead, they just told him to work out more and lay off the junk food. The lingering magic clouded their memories so that they believed that he had always been at his current height.

By the end of senior year, Trent had lost a couple of inches in height and his hard muscle had become soft with fat. It even got worse when he started college. He ended up dropping out at the end of his first year after he had shrunk over a foot in height and his body was bulging with soft fat. Worst of all, his once legendary package has shrivelled down to a pencil-thin prick that matched his raisin-sized balls.

Eventually, after hitting rock bottom and returning to his hometown, he managed to salvage his life somewhat. He joined his local gym and managed to fight his genetics to lose most of his flab. There were still stubborn pockets of fat in his cheeks and butt that he couldn’t seem to shift and he never managed to put on any muscle, but it was a vast improvement over his time in college. He even managed to get a job at the gym as a weight loss coach. His life had improved, but gone was the titan that he was a few short years ago, and in his place was a twink of a man. And now, somehow he was staring up at the life he should have had. 

“Jordi?” the little man stammered. “In the flesh,” the big man said as he continued to massage his swollen muscles. Trent was mesmerised by the grace and tenderness of the brute's movements as he caressed his muscles in large, arching motions, his fingers dancing along the ridges and peaks of his bulging form. Jordi caught him staring. “Yeah, I changed a bit since you last saw me”, Jordi explained as he kneaded his heavy pecs, “most people can’t get enough of the new and improved me”. The titan began to trace his fingers down his rock-hard abs. “You know I won my pro-card today - and I’ve only been bodybuilding for about a year”. “It’s like my genetics are perfectly programmed for putting on pound after pound of clean muscle at an insane rate”. Jordi put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, giving him an impressive v-taper. 

“But how? You were so small during gym class, how did you…” Trent paused mid-sentence as everything clicked in his mind. Jordi had somehow taken everything from him. His muscles. His height. His manhood. With tears in his eyes, Trent darted across the showers and started clawing at the larger man. “Give it back, give me back my body” Trent wailed with tears in his eyes, his small fists completely ineffective against the solid core of the mammoth in front of him. Jordi sniggered. His former bully couldn’t even reach past the bottom row of his abs. 

Trent felt something poke him in the chest. He looked down to see Jordi’s colossal cock was level with his chest. And it was fully erect. Trent was mesmerised by the sheer size of the monster appendage. 

Seeing the smaller man’s reaction to his fuck stick, Jordi reached down with one of his calloused hands and gently pulled back his foreskin exposing it’s thick mushroom head. The air was instantly filled with a pungent aroma of sweat and musk that seemed to pour out of his exposed glands. 

Trent found himself salivating. He opened his mouth and slowly moved his head towards the monstrous appendage in front of him. As his tongue was just about to make contact, Trent felt himself be pushed backwards as Jordi pressed him to the floor with one of his huge size 15 feet. “I want you to beg for it little mouse,” Jordi growled at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. Trent looked up at the titan towering above him, marvelling at how the water was cascading down the ridges and valleys of the man's musculature. “Please let me suck your cock!” he pleaded as he pulled himself to his knees. Smack! Trent’s cheek stung as Jordi’s meaty cock smacked him across his face. “Not good enough,” Jordi said, his deep voice laden with venom. 

Trent looked up at the man with wide eyes filled with tears and a thick red mark on his cheek. How the tables had turned. He mumbled something under his breath. “What was that runt?” Jordi roared, fire in his eyes. “I said, I’m glad you took my muscles!'' Trent squeaked, “ You took them from me and used them to become so much more. They were wasted on me. I would have never been able to get to the size you are. The definition you have. The god you are”. Tears were streaming down Trent's face as he kneaded Jordies colossal thighs with his small hands. “Please, let me worship you like the alpha you are,” Trent said, pleading to the large man. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Jordi's chest. “You see little mouse, that’s the difference between a true alpha like me, and the wanna-be’s like you used to be,” Jordi said as flexed his powerful forearms, watching the thick chords of dance underneath the surface of his paper-thin skin. “Pretenders let people worship them,” the larger man said, his gaze beering deep into Trent’s soul. Real alpha’s make them worship. With that, Jordi grabbed the back of Trent’s head with both hands and forced him down onto his cock. 

Trent’s small mouth was stretched to its limits to accommodate the sheer size of the mushroom head. Jordi began to force more of his shaft into Trent’s waiting mouth. The titan battered the smaller man’s mouth for what seemed like hours, as Trent's eyes became red and his face bruised from the battering. But throughout, Trent's tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cock that was being jackhammered into his mouth. One of Trent's hands massaged Jordi's oversized balls, while the other massaged any muscle it could get his hands on from Jordi's colossal quads to his diamond-cut abs. Eventually, he settled on using both hands to stimulate the sizable length of shaft that he simply couldn't fit into his mouth. Anything to better please the god in front of him. 

With a roar, Jordi forced the head of his cock down Jordi's throat and began to cum rope after rope of thick cum straight down his gullet. Trent greedily guzzled down as much as he could until the volume being released began to leak out of the sides of his mouth and he was practically drowning in Jordi’s potent seed.

Jordi pulled his colossal member out of Trent’s mouth, causing the smaller man to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. Some small part of Trent wanted him to look up and see Jordi passed out on the ground, as if he had somehow managed to suck his manhood back out of the titan’s cock. But as he slipped his hand into his cum soaked shorts, he found his all too familiar raisin-sized testicles. Instead, he looked up to see Trent still towering above him, a terrifying look of lust in his eyes, and his cock still rock hard as it oozed cum. As if in a trance, Trent turned away from the hulking man. He slowly pulled down his gym shorts, and bent over, offering his perky twink butt to the hulking titan.

Wild with lust, Jordi picked Trent up and lowered him down on his waiting cock. Trent wailed as the huge member pushed up against his virgin hole. Jordi grunted as he tried to push his way inside but he was just too huge. The remnants of the spell cast all of those years ago flared to life one last time, once again surging around the room. They flowed into Trent, changing him one last time. Jordi felt Trent’s hole relax ever so slightly. It was still an incredibly tight fit, but he managed to force his way inside. Jordi moaned as inch after inch of his cock forced it's way inside of Trent's perky bubble butt. It was so incredibly tight that it seemed like his ass was perfectly made to take his massive dick and provide him with as much pleasure as possible. 

Its mission fulfilled, the magic finally dissipated and faded, leaving only Trent’s high-pitched moans and Jordi’s deep rumbling grunts as Jordi bred his former tormentor like the pathetic little mouse he was. 

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The Last Kiss

Sorry for the lack of content - I've been super busy at work. Hopefully this makes up for it - betweenthelinesmtf

“Oh Luke, I love it!”, Stacey said as she pressed her slender body into Luke’s hulking torso. “Thought you might,” Luke chuckled in his sultry deep baritone, as he held her close with one of his colossal arms. The moment was perfect. Surrounded by twenty-somethings in the hottest shape of their lives, welcoming the new year as the sun set on our private yacht. Luke easily picked Stacey up in his huge meaty hands and lifted her by her perky ass so her groin straddled the bulge in his shorts. “Happy New Year Stud,” Stacey whispered as she draped her hands around Luke’s thick neck. “Happy New Year Babe,” Luke said as he gazed into his girlfriend’s eyes. As the clock struck midnight and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Little did they know that was the last time their lips would touch.

Luke sat on the side of the pool as he rested for a moment. He loved swimming lengths as a way to get some low-resistance cardio in on days he had gone heavy in the gym. And all those long hours in the gym were clearly paying dividends based on his hulking physique. He bounced his giant pecs a few times, marvelling at the way the last residue of pool water dripped over his protruding muscle shelf before snaking down the grooves of his abs. He traced each of his deep cum gutters with his thick calloused fingers, the movement causing the swollen muscles of his arms to flex and ripple. The whole display was getting Luke a bit hot under the collar. His hands made their way down to his crotch where he gently squeezed his swelling member, its semi-hard form snaking down his expansive quad. “Down boy,” Luke said playfully as he snapped the elastic on his shorts back into place.

Luke hauled his huge figure to his feet and began to walk away from the pool. His huge size 14s thudded with each meaty step, the imprint of his thick member clearly visible through his shorts as it slapped against his quad. He loved all the lustful looks he got from men and women alike. The coy ones snuck a few sideways glances at the hulking man as he walked past, casually adjusting their towels to hide their growing boners. The more overt ones cat-called him or even pulled out their phones to snap pictures for later. Luke played to the crowd by casually bouncing his pecs or subtly tensing his biceps.

Luke made his way over to his deck chair where another large male was bathing in the sun. “Hey man, how was the swim?” Max asked as he hauled his muscular form up off the lounger. Max was another giant of a man that clearly spent hours in the gym packing on serious size. Max was about the same size as Luke, but his mass had a bulky, strong look to it, rather than the ripped adonis perfection that was Luke’s physique. Luke collapsed into the second lounger, the metal frame groaning under his weight. “The swim was great, it was just what I needed after this morning's gym sesh,” Luke said as he tucked his arms behind his head. Using his swollen bicep as a pillow, he closed his eyes to relax.

“YOU BASTARD”. Luke's eyes darted open to see Stacey stomping across the pool area towards him. She had clearly seen better days. Her make-up was running, and she had clearly been drinking. “You have the nerve to show your face around here!” she yelled as she stood over Luke’s relaxed form. Luke sighed to himself. He swung his heavy legs over the side of the chair and drew himself to his full imposing height. At 6 foot 6, he towered over Stacey, his hulking form eclipsing her own petite one. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and lust, as Luke’s familiar potent scent filled her nostrils. At that moment, she melted, all anger in her voice disappearing. “Come back to me baby,” she said as she placed one hand on Luke’s chest, her fingers exploring the sheer expanse of his solid pecs, “We used to be so good together”. She slowly slipped her other hand into the front of Luke's swim trunks. “We could be that way again, the power couple that everyone was envious of,” Stacey moaned as she fondled Luke’s thick member, remembering all the things his fuck stick used to do to her.

Luke snickered. He craned his neck down and whispered in Stacey’s ear. “You were always such a slut weren’t you,” he said and he gently pulled her hands off his body, “but I told you we’re through”. Stacey’s eye’s welled up with tears and she took a few shaky steps away from the hulking Luke. “I mean it’s just simple, you can’t satisfy me anymore,” Luke said. Luke gently turned to Max who had appeared at his side, “Not like he can”. With that Luke grabbed Max and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.

Luke grabbed the cheeks of Max’s perky muscle butt as he pulled his torso against his. Stacey burst into tears and ran away from the couple. Max’s hand grabbed at Luke’s bulge, causing Luke to break off the embrace. “Down boy”, Luke purred, “we don’t want to make another scene in public”. Max pouted at his adonis. “Tell you what, go up to the room and get ready and I’ll meet you there in a bit”. Luke smiled to himself as Max practically sprinted from the pool towards the hotel. Seeing the effect he had on people was a huge turn-on.

Luke chucked on his slides and took a short walk away from the hotel to the student district. Entering one of the dorms, he got numerous stares from the student body. One of the braver jocks even asked him how much he could bench. “More than you ever could pal,” Luke shot as he shouldered past the smaller jock.

Luke stopped in front of a secluded room on the fourth floor. He paused for a moment. He loved that he was easily broader than the doorway. He reached up to the top of the door and grabbed the spare key before letting himself into the room, entering sideways to make room for his broad wide shoulders.

The room was dimly lit with the only light source being the cracks in the blinds. His nostrils were immediately hit with the potent smell of sex and cum. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the features of a dishevelled dorm room. “Come on out little mouse,” Luke growled, “I don’t have time to lay hide and seek again”. A slender figure stepped forward out of the shadows, eyes red and puffy from many sleepless nights. As he stepped into the light, Luke saw a boy of about 19 or 20, with soft, baby-faced features. His slim body had a small amount of lean muscle on it, but it was that slender bulk that skinny guys got when they tried to work out. Luke towered over the other occupant of the room. It was hard to believe they were practically the same age. Luke, a paragon of athleticism and virality, and this small little mouse.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” the smaller man asked, his voice shaking, “isn’t it enough that you took everything from me?”. “Ohh I think you know why” Luke replied as he took another step towards the smaller man. “If you haven’t come back to give me my body back, you’ll need to leave,” the smaller man said, tears in his eyes.

Charlie smiled to himself. The last few days had been incredible, there was no way he was giving up Luke’s body. Not being comfortable enough to come out to his college peers, Charlie had spent New Year at some dodgy gay bar on the other side of town. He mostly sat alone in the corner, watching the other revellers party the night away. But as the clock struck midnight, a massive bear of a man drunkenly pulled him onto the dancefloor and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. Charlie closed his eyes, embracing the moment of his first kiss when suddenly he felt the world shift. The rugged lips of the bear morphed into lips that were more slender and soft. Charlie opened his eyes in fright to find himself making out with a brunette supermodel on a yacht in the middle of the harbour.

It had only been a few days since New Year but Charlie was already so at home in his new body. The feeling of suddenly being over a foot taller and 100 pounds of muscle heavier was intoxicating. All the new and unfamiliar sensations that smaller men would take for granted. The way his pecs bounced at the slightest movement. The feeling of innate strength inside his powerful muscles, like a compressed spring being ready to explode at any moment. The feeling of simply taking up more space.

Feeling the rush of power through his veins, Charlie felt compelled to flex. He brought his thick, vein-covered forearms up to his side as his biceps swelled. This power. This strength. It was all his. His attention was drawn to a tickling sensation on his abs. Charlie looked down to find Luke licking the salt sweat off the groves of his ripped core. Luke looked up at him with wide eyes. “Please give me my body back, I’ll do anything,” the former jock begged as he kneaded at Charlie's quads. Charlie laughed, “Ohh I’m counting on it”.

Charlie reached into his gym shorts and squeezed his bull nuts, sending jolts of pain and pleasure across his body. The insane amount of testosterone these puppies produced each day was more than his former body did in a month. Not only did they power this body's insane physique, but they also fuelled his animalistic sex drive. Charlie had such a huge amount of hormones coursing through his veins that not even the marathon fuck sessions with Max could fully satisfy his lust.

With one meaty hand, Charlie freed his hefty member from his shorts and palmed its weight. Even in its semi-flaccid state, it was at least 8 inches long and thicker than many men were hard. Luke’s eyes went wide. He’d never appreciated the sheer size of his member when it was his. He slowly lent forward and began to gently kiss the length of the shaft. Blood began to rush to Charlie’s groin until his cock was the full mast, just over 12 inches long and as thick as a beer can. Charlie reached down and pulled back his foreskin. An overwhelming smell of hormones and cum filled the room as his huge mushroom head was exposed to the air.

Luke stared at the imposing fuck stick. He told himself he wasn’t gay, but he had some small scrap of hope that if he did what Charlie wanted, he’d give him his body back. Luke gingerly licked the oozing tip of cock in front of him. He was rewarded with the salty-sweet taste of pre. The taste of a real man. He slowly lowered his mouth over the mushroom head, his mouth stretching to try and fit all of it in. Charlie threw his head back in ecstasy as Luke’s tongue danced along the tip of his cock. Who knew his former body’s mouth would make for such a good cock sucker. Luke finally managed to take the whole head and a few inches of the shaft before beginning to jack his head forward and backward. He knew what his body liked. It was all too much for Charlie. His animalistic sex drive took over and he grabbed Luke by the back of the head and forced him further down his fuck stick. Luke choked and spluttered as Charlie began to roughly face fuck the back of his throat.

As his eyes filled with tears from the pummeling his mouth was receiving, Luke looked up at the adonis above him. Seeing the raw animalistic power on display fueled the submissive fire inside of him, and one of his little hands reached out to fondle one of the huge testicles in front of him. The swollen orb pulsed with power in his hand. Luke’s other hand slipped into his shorts and began to furiously jack off his tiny dick.

Between trusts, Charlie saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. “The fuck!” he roared as he pulled his cock out of Luke’s mouth and hoisted him into the air. “This is for my pleasure, not yours you little runt” Charlie roared, fury in his eyes, “You’re nothing but a hole for my pleasure, and you will only cum when I allow it”. Even in his fury, Charlie’s body was a sight to behold. His prominent muscles were glistening with sweat as they easily held his pathetic body off the ground while his rock-hard foot-long cock glistened with saliva, its vast length pulsing with thick veins.

Luke was trembling at the beast’s display of strength in front of him. Charlie smirked as he saw what remained of the former alpha jock. His face twisted into a wicked smile. “I forgot to thank you for building all this for me,” he said as he held Luke in one hand while gesturing to his body with the other. Charlie slammed Luke roughly onto a nearby table and tore off Luke’s shorts. Luke’s eyes went wide when he realised what was happening, and he hastily parted his legs, offering his hole up to the alpha above him. Charlie smiled at the willing display of submission as he lined up his throbbing cock with Luke’s perky ass.

Both men moaned as Charlie’s huge mushroom head forced its way into Luke’s waiting hole. Pressure began to build as Charlie pushed inch after inch of his fuck stick inside Luke. After taking 6 inches, Luke was wailing at the top of his lungs “Please, no more”. Luke sniggered to himself as he pushed another half-inch of himself into his former body. Luke moaned with utter pleasure as his vision flashed white. He clawed at the table as his body rocked with pleasure.

Charlie paused. 6 inches of his cock was still out, but it was enough to get the job done. In time he’d be able to condition Luke to take his full fuck stick just like Max could. Charlie began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Luke. Luke began to wail as the waves of pleasure escalated to become more intense. He began to move his hips in time with Charlie’s powerful thrusts. Due to the sheer pressure on his dick, it wasn’t long until Charlie climaxed. Cum spewed out of Luke’s ravaged hole as Charlie withdrew his cock, a few stray volleys pumping over Luke’s slender torso and face.

Luke lay on the table, still moaning as his body processed the waves of pleasure washing over him. Charlie pulled up his shorts and turned to leave. “I should bring Max next time,” he said as he made his way to the door. “I owe him everything you know, he was the one who made the wish for you to be his boyfriend after all”, Charlie said as he slid on his slides, “lucky for me, you were straight so the universe put me in the driver seat”. Charlie placed his hand on the door handle before pausing. “Ohh and you can cum now,” Charlie said as he opened the door and walked into the hall. As he shut the door, he heard Luke let out a high-pitched moan as his tiny prick shot his load into the air.

Charlie rearranged his still-hard junk in his pants before making his way down the hall to the exit. After that nice warm-up, he was ready to give his boyfriend the fucking he deserved.

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Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

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