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Taking Down the Jocks

Reworked Interactive Story from CYOC

Part 1: The Set-Up

You were kicking a stone along the footpath, walking after it, and kicking it again when you reached it. It was Thursday afternoon and you were walking back to the dorms after some classes. You, being the relatively unpopular, unassuming, and unattractive nobody. Not that you were actively disliked, just that nobody really paid attention to you, apart from the football jocks at the campus. They loved to make fun of anybody that wasn't in their group, and that was often directed at you. Even though you often tried to avoid them and disliked them for being a clique, you secretly thought most of them were hot.

You kicked the rock again and it bounced off the footpath into a muddy patch that was a consequence of all the recent rain your town had been having. As you passed the mud, you looked down at the rock and noticed a spot of brightness in the brown, a speck of gold. Leaning down to see if it was anything interesting, or just a candy wrapper, you saw it was a small band of gold that was half buried under the dirt. Pulling it out of the mud, you found it was a gold ring, adorned with a circle of a green raw cut gem, or crystal. Rubbing off the mud, you put it on to see if it would fit, and it surprisingly slipped onto your finger with ease.

A gust of wind blew through the leaves on the trees around you, and the world went dark, the footpath, trees and road all disappearing from your sight. You were about to shit your pants in fear when you heard a voice whisper behind you.

"At the dawn of the universe, 5 gods emerged from the light of the galaxy's formation, and they ruled over the Earth for millions of years, each using their individual and unique powers for the betterment of the Earth."

You turned around in the darkness, but nobody was there. You reached a hand out and grasped at only air. The voice continued, now coming from directly in front of you.

"But 3000 years ago they gradually lost their powers, withering away. Before they eventually died, they all agreed to put the last of their life energy and powers into a stone, and laid the magical stone into a ring. The ring has been found and worn by many hands, but none survived longer than 13 days after they found the ring, betrayed by their own greed.”

And now you have the ring. The possessor of the ring has the ability to harness the powers of the Ancient Gods, and are able to bend reality to their will.

With that last sentence left to linger in the cold air, the light returned and the light and warmth of the sun touched your skin again. The Ancient Gods? That couldn't be true. But what other reason could explain the sudden darkness and cold that passed over you, and the voice with no physical body?

You decided the only way to test it was to try and use the ring's powers. You wished to be back at your college dorm with every ounce in your body, and you were suddenly looking into the dorm’s bedroom mirror. You jumped back in surprise though, as the face staring back at you was that of your jock roommate. You soon smiled. He was obnoxious, he was messy, and he left condoms everywhere, but at least he was hot...

Still, slightly shocked at the fact the ring's power worked, you turned around, and attempted to close your roommate’s bedroom door with a flick of your finger. It took a few tries but it slammed shut with much more vigor than you were expecting on the fourth try. Thinking of what else you could do, you tried to float off the ground. After 5 minutes you figured out the trick was to jump with no intention of falling back to the ground.

After practicing a few other tricks while wearing the ring, you decided it was time to explore. You floated over to his bed, layed down and reached into your roommate’s mind with your powers, giving your borrowed body the best orgasm it had ever had, as you squirted your roommate’s seed all over his room. You swiped some of it off your chest and gave it a taste, clearly enjoying the musky and salty flavor of it. With a couple flicks of your hand, the sperm was cleaned off the walls, and you began to jerk him off all over again.

You woke up in the morning with the sun streaming in through your open blinds, and you rolled over to see your unconscious roommate lying on the floor, completely spent and drenched in his own white seed. You got ready for the day, making sure the ring was firmly planted on your finger, and made your way out the front door. You made sure to leave it slightly open so that someone might find your roommate in that humiliating state.

You realized you needed more practice using the ring’s powers before you could attempt to change anything major, and the long walk through the campus was a great place to mess with people. Apart from there being nobody in sight at the moment. You used your powers to break a few tree branches, and you started to get the hang of it. It was less like having a giant invisible hand like you expected, and more like using your mind and hands to move the air around the branches.

You were already breaking your twentieth branch when you saw a couple of jocks harassing a bunch of nerds next to a dumpster, and you decided to help the nerds out… by giving them all the jocks’ muscles! You concentrated on their muscles, and the strength within them, and slowly transferred it all from the jocks to the nerds. The two groups quickly noticed and looked startled and confused, as the nerds' clothes ripped apart while the jocks screamed in frail horror. You decided the best thing to do was to walk by pretending you didn't notice anything, as you heard the screams of someone being thrown into the dumpster behind you.

You continued forward, looking at the floor, and when you looked back up you saw you were almost there. You couldn't be bothered to walk so with a quick look around to confirm nobody could see you, you teleported in front of the gates, and walked in. On your way to your lecture hall you saw all the obnoxious jocks goofing around and throwing stuff at others, and you couldn't help but take a second look at their muscular bodies and beautiful faces. Arriving at the lecture hall, you thought about what to do next. You still had some time until your first class, and the ring was pulsating with excitement to be used.

You looked around at the crowds and groups that were all standing in the open campus area. Everyone was either conversing with friends, or studying for their first lessons. You looked around and caught sight of the two people who you've had a huge crush on ever since you enrolled here:

Your eyes glanced over at Jack, who was busy rallying a group of jocks into harassing some studying girls. The heartthrob, the narcissist, and of course the leader of the biggest fraternity of jocks. Anything he said goes, and if you fucked with him you’d be left royally screwed. Not only was his family filthy rich, but they also owned half of the college buildings. Which meant he could get away with literally anything, like the time he almost beat to death a guy behind the bleachers or left a cheerleader pregnant. No one ever heard from those people again…

Still, there was no doubt in your mind that he was one fine specimen. Blue eyes, hot face, amazing jawline, and a fucking amazing plump and firm ass. Although he was slightly shorter than most of the other jocks and clearly wasn’t as talented on the fields, he made up for it with his dashing looks and charisma. He also spent most mornings at the gym, and it showed with his broad shoulders, slim waist, extremely defined muscles, great thighs, and great posture. Looks, money, privilege, he had it all… even if he didn’t truly deserve it.

On the other side of the hallway you caught sight of Shawn, followed by an entourage of admiring football jocks and worshiping cheerleaders. He was the so-called “Starchild”, who made miracle plays every game and had a whole career already planned out in the future. Star quarterback, the pride of the college, and childhood friend of Jack, no one ever dared to mess with him. Although he always carried himself with respect and never specifically bullied anyone, he always looked down on anyone weak, worthless, and not worth his attention. Which was basically anyone not part of his group of jock friends. Those deep glaring eyes and imposing aura of his made that very clear.

As for his appearance, Shawn was a complete adonis, as if sculpted by god himself. An incredibly tall and handsome jock with short brown hair and stubble, who stood at 6’3 feet tall and was made of pure solid muscles. Biggest, strongest, and fastest, his body would glisten and shine with pure sweat as he ran across the football fields. With his amazingly broad shoulders, broad hips, great thighs and calves, and stunning biceps, it wasn’t a surprise then that he apparently had the biggest penis on campus, measuring at around 8 inches. The so-called “Star Piercer”.

The bell rang and you made your way through the halls to your courses. You sat and thought about your powers instead of doing the work set for you, and when the professor called on you, you weren't prepared with an answer, and asked to go to the bathroom instead. When you got to the bathroom you closed and locked the door, and looked in the mirror, deeply considering what you could do with your crushes. Your penis was getting excited at the thought of having full control over those sexy jocks, and you took one final look in the mirror as you realized what you truly wanted:

To BE one of them.

Part 2: Taking down the Star Quarterback

Your thoughts went back to Shawn for a few minutes, thinking of the big muscular jock as he strutted his body through the hallway. His physique alone had caused the rest of the hallway to part when he carried himself by. Between him and Jack, they commanded a sort of subconscious presence, a dominance that caused everyone around them to both notice them, fall into awe of them, and then either get out of their way or do their bidding. Everyone either respected them or were terrified of them. Whereas Jack was the complete asshole and the leader of the jock clique, Shawn was the pride and star of the town, a confident but quiet man who just told people what to do and they listened.

You envied that seeming feel of authority, of dominance. Shawn didn't even realize that he had it, he just worked to be a great athlete, but with his body and with his talent, he had created a much bigger presence at the college than even he realized.

As you stood there in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror, you thought for a moment about possessing Jack, after all, that jock had humiliated you time and time again simply for being a non-jock, an outsider to his clique. While Shawn had never directly bullied you, he was just so damn intimidating that you had never wanted to cross him. But that lust for his presence was making you want to take him.

"If only I could be him and live his life, just to feel what it's like to be such a dominant and successful jock," you told yourself.

The ring started to warm up on your finger. Looking down at it, you realized that you could use it to will this very wish into being.

"But how?" you asked yourself.

The ring seemed to understand your desire because right as you asked the question the bathroom door opened and Shawn stepped in. You turned your head and your jaw nearly dropped. Shawn turned his broad shoulders toward you and looked back. At first a glance, and then again with annoyance. "What do you want, shithead?" he asked, before stepping into the bathroom and toward a urinal. He walked with his usual, confident swagger toward the urinals, still 10 feet from them, he unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand into his crotch, already feeling to pull his dick out well before he reached the urinal. As he stepped into it, you could tell that he pulled out his monster cock and aimed toward the urinal. A strong splash of piss hit the ceramic.

Shawn shut his eyes, completely ignoring you, and meditated for a moment. You wanted to listen to his thoughts, so you ordered the ring to help you read his mind. Just as you had suspected, he had already forgotten that you were even in the room, he was thinking about his conditioning after school today, and the fact that he wanted to get to benching 300.

You chuckled to yourself for a moment. Of all the things for anyone to think about, all this jock cared about was getting more swole and showing off to the rest of the team.

You looked back down at the ring on your hand. This single artifact, this one find that you had discovered, it was able to give you whatever you wanted. And you were ready to make your first life-changing wish. To become the incredible jock standing a few feet away from you.

The thought of being Shawn was making you excited, so much so that you could feel your dick starting to push hard against your leg and jeans.

"Yes, I made up my mind. I will possess him completely and live his perfect life!" you told through thoughts to the ring, and as you did so, you noticed your hand started to fade and became more ethereal. You started to become more transparent, like a ghost! But no, it was more than that, you were turning into smoke! "Ahh," you told yourself as you directed the smoke of your hand, causing it to flow towards Shawn. "I can just force my way right into his body!"

The urinal flushed. The distraction caused you to form back into your human body once more.

Shawn walked over to the sink next to yours and started to wash his hands. You turned your head again toward him, then down his stocky arms and toward his hands as they scrubbed the soap between them. He carried a hefty amount of thick, brown hair on them. You figured that he was probably a pretty hairy guy underneath his clothes.

"What are you looking at, Fag?!" Shawn retorted to you. Then he took his left hand and shoved you backward. "I asked you a question, you piece of shit!" he shouted before stepping toward you again.

You smirked, Shawn had no idea what he was getting himself into.

When he went to push you once more, you grabbed his left forearm with your left hand. The powers of the ring allowed you to hold his thick physique in your grasp despite the fact that he was so much bigger than you. "What did you call me?" you asked him.

For the first time Shawn started to get worried. His eyes widened as he realized that he wasn't able to free his arm of your grasp, but also that you were able to hold him in place.

With your right hand you reached out and grabbed his cheeks, puckering up his lips. "What the fuck?" he said as he realized that you had him completely in your grasp. You pulled his face toward yours until he was only a couple of inches away. Despite being over 50 pounds bigger than you, he could barely move away from your grip.

"I can’t believe soon I’ll be Shawn, the Starchild." you tell him through a form of thought-speak. His eyes widened in horror. "In a few minutes, you'll be nothing but a husk, and I'll have complete control over your incredible body."

Thinking for a moment, you figured you would try something you had never done before, to give the jock a taste of you before you took over his life. You leaned your lips toward his and gave him a long, deep kiss, massaging your lips against his for a few moments.

Shawn was disgusted with the act but more terrified that you were continuing to hold him into a grip that you were. "Your body and life is mine now, Shawn. Thank you and goodbye, forever." you said.

It was then that you ordered the ring to give you the power to possess him completely and wholly, and as soon as you released your lips, you felt your body turn into the ethereal, smoke-like form once more. Not just your hand this time, but your entire body. You felt the weight of your physical clothes fall to the floor and you could feel yourself in your new form as a type of weightless, flyable cloud, an amorphous cloud of vapor.

You directed yourself into Shawn, covering his rugged face and feeling yourself pulled in as Shawn took a terrified breath.

As you did you felt yourself quickly get swept into the jock's muscular body. You distilled yourself throughout him, feeling yourself flow into his lungs, then his blood, taking over him from the cellular level outward. After he took the first breath you quickly gained control over his lungs and subsequently pulled yourself into him, further and further integrating yourself into his physical body until your entire being became completely integrated into him. You then continued further, deeper, until you found his inner core, his soul. It was warm and pulsating with life, and you quickly decided to envelop it, absorbing it into yourself.

All of your senses quickly fell into line. You took over his vision, hearing, sense of smell and taste, and you could feel his body become your own as his own blood circulated you throughout him. When you finally nestled yourself into his mind you felt yourself adapt to his entire memories, his personality. You became Shawn, the cocky, confident football jock. "Exactly what I always wanted!" you told yourself as you felt his body and mind become your own. Your sense and feeling of strength was amplified tenfold. The body you now held was a tank of power, of endurance, and you could feel the jock's body as one of pure athleticism.

But it was now your own. Truly and completely.

You took one final deep breath as you opened your new eyes. "Ahh! Fuck yea!" you whispered to yourself. Looking back at the mirror, you noticed the jock still looked the same as only a few moments before. "Only this is me now," you told yourself, smirking.

Looking down at the pile of clothes next to you, what were your old clothes, you took out your old student ID and wallet and picked up the pile and threw them into the trash can. You had no need of them anymore. Looking down at your left finger, you realized that the ring automatically moved with you onto Shawn's body. No, your body. You continued to have possession of and own its powers.

You strutted yourself back to the mirror and pulled back Shawn's t-shirt, revealing a massive bicep. Flexing for a few moments, you pulled up the front of the shirt and admired your new six pack, crunching them and rolling your finger between the brown hairs and valleys on the jock's abs. Relishing into the body that you now owned, you pondered what to do next.

"ARGH!" You shout as you give yourself a big stretch. Every pulsing nerve in Shawn's body felt like so much more life than your old body had. The sheer weight of muscle that encapsulated Shawn's body felt like one pulsing piece of pleasure after another. You smiled again, a wide, cocky, arrogant, proud smile as you looked back in the mirror. You bit your lower lip as your glistening white teeth showed through, cracking another smile and admiring the jock's beautiful and handsome face, deep brown eyes, and intensely masculine muscle on this body, now your body that you held.

You knew everything about Shawn, his history, his personality, his skills. You were in control, in complete possession. After all, Shawn's brain along with his talents now belonged to you, so it wasn’t weird for you to be able to perform as him perfectly.

"First thing's first," you told yourself as you lifted up your arms so your biceps were parallel to the floor. Flexing upward, you watched your muscle bulge against the t-shirt, stretching the fibers as they gave outward. Crossing your arms you flexed again, admiring your new forearms with wisps of brown hair covering them. Your chunky, thick hands had fingers of steel, well cut fingernails and thick, calloused palms.

You couldn't help yourself, you had to see what was underneath. Who the fuck cared if someone walked in. You quickly pulled the t-shirt off as you stepped out of your tennis shoes. Dropping the t-shirt your smile widened as you saw your new, broad shoulders and thick pecs. You traced your hand down your abs, rolling the tips of your fingers over the valleys of muscle as you reached your belly button. There, a thick puff of hair concentrated down to your waist underneath your underwear band. You turned to admire your backside where your lats rippled down your back and your thick shoulders were apparent up against your thick neck.

"This is too fuckin much!" you whispered. Checking yourself out, you couldn't help but notice that your dick was hardening with every second.

You had to see it.

You unbuckled your belt and unzipped your jeans before shoving both the jeans and gray boxer briefs down to your ankles. The breeze of air hitting your loins caused your dick to jump. You looked down and chuckled as your newly-acquired dick hardened to full mast. The stock of meat was massive, a pulsing eight inch hard monster. Your balls were equally huge and despite being pulled up into your body they were like huge eggs waiting, begging to be touched.

You quickly stepped out of your pants as you turned back to the mirror, moving between a full frontal and a profile angle, admiring the massive football bubble butt and bulked quads that Shawn's body owned. As you looked at your ass, you slid your hands down your abs once more and cupped your balls, shuddering as a new wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through you. "Ugh," you whispered. Shawn's balls were churned full and ready to explode. You weren't sure if it was caused by the ring or if Shawn was always like this.

Sitting nearby the radiator in the bathroom laid a couple of freestanding cinder blocks. You lifted each with one hand and practiced curls and then presses with your arms, staring at the mirror and admiring the fine contours of muscle bulge and twist with each move.

Your dick started to leak pre with each press, and you knew you had to give it the attention it deserved. You sat the blocks down and traced your fingers across your dick and balls, feeling them carefully as they cocked into your body and ready to release your new seed.

One hand around your dick and another cupping your balls, you began to pump, each successive thrust brewing a greater and greater orgasmic ripple, a greater wave of pleasure, a greater feeling not only of masculine sex but one of extreme satisfaction, you were now Shawn, you were now the star quarterback, you were now everything you had wanted to be and you would live the most successful life ever.

But that wasn't all, as you held what you thought was the most powerful ring of eternity, something that could allow you to literally manifest anything and everything you could imagine. What else would you do with it? Who else would you change, who else would you control and influence and seduce. "Umm," you whispered as all these thoughts swirled in your head, you could feel yourself brewing closer and closer, each pump a greater feeling of pleasure than you had ever felt before.

It was time, you knew it was here. Ready to release, you aimed your dick at the mirror in front of you, "ARAGH!" you shouted, a deep guttural moan of pleasure as your dick cocked and exploded. The first shot hit out with such ferocity that it slapped the largest splash of cum you had ever seen, shooting all the way to the mirror in front of you.

Your body rocked in pleasure as a wave of goosebumps and a spasm of pure delight rocked your body, warm cum rolling out of your dick and like a waterfall spilling a puddle in front of you.

"Ummm, fuck yeah!" you groaned as you continued to pump, More and more and more until, finally, it slowed.

You shook your hand to fling off the spooge that had caught onto your hand. Deep, controlled breaths as you reflected on what was the most powerful orgasm of your new life.

"I can do fuckin' anything!" you realized again, smiling at yourself in the mirror. You stretched and turned again to see your dick fading back to its flaccid but extremely impressive state. “But first, let’s find Jack…”

Part 3: Taking down the Top Jock

You entered the locker room and were immediately hit with the stench of pungent jock musk, a smell both foreign yet familiar to you. A sense of familiarity washed over you as you stood within the metal lockers and cold floor tiles, as if you belonged here, as if it was your second home.

A group of rowdy football jocks stood on the other side of the room, obnoxiously laughing and playing around with the equipment. One of them was kicking the ball against a brick wall with their muscular thighs and calves. You had always fantasized about fucking them, and now you had the power of the Fallen Gods on you finger to do so. Fuck it, you thought, you could literally do whatever you wanted now and nobody could stop you.

You walked over to the locker labeled with your name “Shawn”, and subconsciously entered the code for the lock without any effort. Some old worn sports clothes and a jockstrap laid inside, which you couldn’t help yourself but grab and push it close to your face, giving it a deep long inhale. It smelled just like you, and that was euphoric.

You weren’t sure what to do next though, and it was hard to focus with all the loud jocks yelling and screwing around. If only everyone could stay quiet and calm down, you thought as the ring on your finger began to heat up. Sure enough, the ring heard your request and slowly everyone began to slow down until they completely stopped, as if frozen in time. Even the football floated in midair, halfway through its journey towards the brick wall. You had stopped time for everyone else in the locker room except yourself and now had all the time in the world.

Deciding to inspect the scene in front of you, you walked over to the jocks and smiled. Some of them were halfway through a step, others were bending over in awkward positions, and one of them was slightly suspended in the air with his leg raised into a kick. You got closer to him and were able to see his giant thighs on full display. With a devious smirk on your handsome face, you reached out and touched them, the softness and warmth of the supple skin still there. You continued tracing your hands up his meaty legs until you reached into his shorts and felt his underwear, which contained his sizable bulge. Suddenly you caught sight of your true goal; Jack, standing there by his locker completely undressed.

Jack was the top jock on the campus, with his cocky and arrogant attitude, and lack of care for anything or anyone. With an unlimited resource of money, privileges, and the worst personality ever, it wasn’t hard to understand why everyone was terrified of him. Yet, you couldn’t help but salivate from your mouth as you went over and began exploring every inch of his frozen immaculate body.

He had a classic jock body, with broad shoulders that lead down into a smaller waist, creating a perfect V-shape. His biceps were giant and he had meaty pecs that jutted out from his chest. He had some powerful calves right underneath his firm thighs and plump ass, all dusted with light colored hair. You couldn’t resist putting your hand on his ass, and moved it all over his smooth body, fully feeling every inch of his muscles. You left it to rest on his left pec, and looked over his head. He had such striking features on his face, smooth with perfect complexion, almost innocent-looking had it not been for his privileged background and horrible personality.

That gave you the perfect idea, after you’ve had your fun that is…

You stepped back from Jack and looked at the group of frozen jocks horsing around with the football.

"Holy shit," you tell yourself. You willed this. Every one of these jocks who you had lusted after for years are now completely at your, and only at your, disposal.

A smile crept across your handsome face. You looked around the hall and realized just what had become of you. You were no longer beholden to the rules of mortals. A feeling of superiority washed over your mind as you realized just what the ring has enabled you to become. A fucking god!

As you turned your attention to the ring, you noticed the powers that were embedded within it, and that it was completely attached to your will and want. Its powers simply waiting for your mind to command it to give you whatever you desire, at any time or place. You allowed time to restart as you stepped back towards your own locker, smirking at your newfound abilities. You had spent years jerking off to the thought of these buck naked men, not to mention a lust to touch them. Now you had not only touched two of them, but had one such body of your own!

Your attention turned back to Jack. He had gotten away with so much bad shit ever since his father literally bought the school. Whether it was hooking up with every girl in his sight or bribing the professors into passing him, the success had gotten to his head. He was also known for bullying the smaller guys on campus on multiple occasions. You remembered one time last year when you were sitting outside working on your math homework, only to have Jack's goons hold you down while he stuffed his used jockstrap into your mouth. His crotch musk filled your nose as they laughed at you, not realizing that they had satisfied one of your deepest lusts. Despite your humiliation, you remember exactly what the jock smelled like. And you wanted to capture it again.

"But this time," you told yourself, "it's not me who is going to be humiliated." You had lusted after Jack for the last few years, hoping they would introduce you to his jockstrap once more. Now it's you who would be in control.

The bell rang and the gang of jocks began to split up. "Hey bro, don't forget about the party at Mason’s tonight," another jock shouted to Jack as they bumped fists. "I heard Brie’s sister is gonna be there."

"Damn, really? Guess I’ll be fucking both sisters.” Jack responded, "Just imagine the drama… They gonna be so fuckin' mad! Crazy bitches!"

Jack turned around quickly, too fast for you to dart your eyes away from his own. He gave you a somewhat respectful nod, but briefly frowned before stepping away.

"Did he seriously get bigger since last time, the fucks wrong with him? Asswipe. Probably thinks he can look down on me just because he’s better at throwing a stupid ball…" You could read Jack's mind thinking to himself, as his feelings of jealousy and rage washed over you. You had no idea their relationship was this strained, even though they used to be childhood friends.

"Still, thanks for the compliments…" you thought to yourself as you looked down and flexed your beefy biceps. You loved how much power and potential this body had.

You dove into Jack's mind for a moment while he walked out to his Tesla to unload his sports bag. Quickly, you flipped through his whole life like a book. The jock's talents, abundant fortune, shallow friends, heavy partying and reckless sex life. He lost his virginity years ago and was currently active with four girls that went to the same classes as him. He was currently lusting after a cheerleader named Brie, hoping they could get together tonight at his parent's house since apparently they were out of town. Although now he was debating if maybe he should go for the younger sister first.

You shook your head, not wanting to dwell more on the disgusting things he was planning on doing.

"Now, how do I get this guy alone?" you asked yourself.

The bell rang again, a sign that some classes and seminarss were starting soon. The hallway and locker room began to empty out. A devious idea quickly came into your mind.

"You have time, Jack, don't you need to take a piss?"

Jack grabbed some of his books before feeling the need to use the restroom. He turned and quickly started walking toward the nearest bathroom.

"Don't go there, Jack, you should use the locker room," you commanded telepathically.

Looking back into Jack's mind, you could tell that Jack was confused as to why he felt compelled to go to the football team locker room. Never before had he needed to go to the locker room before just to take a piss. But he obeyed his mind and continued down the hall, through the gym, into the athletic center, and into the men's football locker room.

Jack didn't pay any mind to the fact that you were still standing there inside, being too focused on emptying his own bladder. Before the door shut to the restroom area, you slipped in behind him. Using your new powers, you surveyed that the locker room before and the stalls were all empty, with the football coach in a morning meeting upstairs.

Jack quickly set his stuff to the side and proceeded to a long row of undivided urinals. You imagined yourself now being among that row of football jocks, taking pisses and sizing each other up buck naked. With you no doubt having the largest and girthiest equipment of them all. The very thought made you painfully hard.

Jack unzipped and began to pee. "That's better," he whispered.

You took a step, just loud enough to draw up his attention. Jack turned and saw you staring at him with a slight smile across your face. The first time you've ever been able to be smug to a jock like Jack.

“The fuck?!” Jack jumped a bit, surprised there was someone else in there with him. The interrupted stream of piss resumed once he saw who you were. “Oh, it’s just you. What do you want?”

You decided to take a few more steps towards him, hoping to make him more uncomfortable. He turned again, giving you a long thoughtful glare before a smirk emerged on his devilish handsome face. It seemed Jack wasn’t about to be intimidated by you. “I knew something was wrong with you the way you were staring at me earlier…”

“You’re a fag, aren’t you?” he asked demeaningly with a malicious grin on his face, making sure to put extra emphasis on the "fag". Not that it mattered to you. Not anymore.

Jack tugged his dick then turned to flash it openly to you before zipping it back into his jeans. "Just wait till Coach and the other boys hear of this! The team is only for real men, not for homos like you. You’re done, finished. Hah!"

"Oh Jack," you responded with an amused tone. "I don’t think they’re actually going to care, not that you’ll want to tell them anyway."

Jack tightened his right fist. "Yeah, and why wouldn’t I tell them?" He asked, as he slowly took steps toward you and stared you up. "Now get out of my way or I'm gonna lay one on your eye, and knock you out till the New Year. I’m not afraid of you just because you’re bigger, you motherfucker!"

You smiled as you ordered his legs to stop. Jack's expression turned from aggression and anger to surprise. "Woah!" he said, catching his balance, trying to stop himself from falling over.

"Time for a little payback, Jackie Boy," you said, as you ordered his hands up to his hoodie. Jack involuntarily pulled it off, revealing the jock's tanned arms with a thin but noticeable layer of blond hair over them. They were sculpted up to his biceps, thick, meaty arms that he had spent years on in the campus gym.

Jack threw the hoodie to the side. "Oh what was that?" He asked, his breathing intensifying out of his surprise and fear of what his body was doing without his control. "I didn't do that just now, did I?"

He turned to you with a look of pleading. "W-what's going on?" he asked, finally with a look of fear in his eyes.

"You're under my control," you told him, with your smile widening. "I can do whatever the fuck I want now, and what I want is for you to get out of those clothes."

"Huh?!" Jack said, his demeanor quickly turning to a submissive, confused and vulnerable man. "Wait, what is going on?" He kept repeating.

"Kick off those shoes," you commanded, and ordered Jack to cross his feet and kick off his tennis shoes.

"Holy shit," Jack whispered, continuing to pull his socks off. It was the first time in his life that he felt truly without control.

"And the pants, jock boy," you commanded again, Jack quickly unbuttoning as he watched his hands in horror.

He shoved down the sweatpants to his ankles, revealing his dark gray boxer briefs. Sitting squarely between his legs, his six inch, fat, uncircumcised dick resting in front his fat testicles. Your smile widened. You had never seen the top jock this close before, and he was now finally yours.

Jack stepped away from his undergarments, his face still one of complete shock. "Wait wait wait wait, what are you doing, Bro? What the fuck is going on?" his voice was getting louder and more fearful.

"Don't worry," you reassured him. "Just having a little fun before I seal the deal..."

You dropped your backpack behind you and started walking toward Jack. As you did, you willed your clothing off of your body, peering down as your t-shirt, jeans, shoes and socks incinerated off of your jock body. You were left only in your musky jockstrap, that you had decided to wear earlier from the locker. You walked up to Jack and, ordering him to lift his arms, you slid your hands up his chiseled abs, rested them on his pecs for a moment, and then pulled the shirt off of him. "No, no, no" Jack whispered desperately.

"Come on, big man, why don't you just give it a try? You've never lusted after a dude before?" you whispered close to his ear. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it…” you ordered him, as the ring on your finger warmed up.

You reached your hands to his package and stroked his underwear, feeling his engorged rod as it began to stiffen. You stroked it at just the right rhythm to turn the arrogant jock on, pushing right where his sensitive points were. "Ugh," he responded, and somehow started to feel more and more lust for the situation despite being straight all his life. "Umm," he groaned again, his hardening dick approaching the band of his underwear.

"You like that?" you asked, arching your neck down to kiss his neck and cheeks, giving him little taps of kisses as you started to head toward his mouth. Jack had now shut his eyes, completely lost in the most orgasmic build up of his life.

You pushed your hands around to the sides of the jock's toned ass and rolled his underwear down, feeling the peachfuzz of blond hair across the sides of his asscheeks as you did so. You let the band snap over his dick as it bounced to attention, finally free from the underwear. Jack stepped forward to facilitate pushing his underwear down to the floor, and he stepped out of them.

Jack opened his eyes, "don't do it, bro" he pleaded. "Don't do it."

"Do it" you ordered, and with that Jack shoved down your underwear and began to massage your dick.

You began to grapple with Jack and felt his body up as he did to yours, too. You then ordered him to reach his hands to your dick and begin stroking it. He looked down at your incomparably larger dick as tears began to well up in his face. "Why?" he whispered.

"Bend over," You responded, as you shoved the jock back before pushing his head down onto the urinal in front of you. He held on as he bent over. You dragged your rugged hands up his legs to his rear and positioned yourself perfectly.

"No! Don’t you dare-" Jack threatened, but you simply grinned as you thrust your dick into his hole, pushing with as much force as you could muster.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" You groaned as Jack whimpered. As you began pumping, you realized you are fueled just as much by your want to humiliate the school’s most arrogant jock, as much as your want for him to notice and love you.

"You're mine, little man!" You shouted. "Every last inch of your being, you're now under my control, let this act be the mark of my dominance. OH FUCK!" You could feel your hefty balls ready themselves before churning, pumping your thick starchild seed, volley after volley into the spasming jock.

You wished for your body to produce more, to keep going, as you had a second, then a third full on orgasm, each better than the one before. Your seed began to leak out and dribbled down the jock’s athletic legs as he began to cry. "Stop it please, stop it!" he said between sobs.

You kicked his legs and shoved the naked jock onto the floor of the locker room as you stepped back. Your still hard cock bounced up and down as you admired and flexed your own sweaty body. "Oh fuck that felt amazing!" you roared. "I’m Shawn, and I can fuckin do anything now!"

Jack tried to crawl away on the floor for a moment before stopping from exhaustion. You turned back to him. "Hey Jack!" You shouted. “It’s time!"

Jack turned his head from where he sat nude on the floor towards you, fear in his eyes, all traces of the cocky confident jock from ten minutes ago gone. You stepped towards him, reaching out your arm, until you were close enough to rest your hand on his shoulder. You rubbed his shoulder and knelt down until you were at eye level with him.

"Jack, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do to you so I can witness your reaction before it happens. I'm going to use the same powers I just tested on you to make you fall deeply, and passionately in love with me. In fact, we’ve been together ever since our childhood days, a love between us so strong and persevering through time itself. A true love story of sorts, so secret no one knows but us."

Jack's face turned from showing an expression of fear to one of horror, his mouth and nose contorting to show his obvious disgust at your plan. You leaned in closer and added more things in a low husky voice.

"And you’re going to be a much better person. Kind, compassionate, and supportive of others no matter your differences, but still confident and proud of who you are. You’ll spend more time on your studies to make your parents proud, but also keep going to the gym to stay in perfect athletic shape, for me. You’re going to use your prestige and family’s trust funds to help those in need, while keeping just enough to give us a lavish lifestyle. Such as taking me to your family’s private beach house every weekend so I can fuck that plump ass of yours."

He looked into your eyes, his face still reading disgust, and in a last-ditch effort he spat into your open mouth, and catching you by surprise he launched upwards, grabbing your upper arms with his hands and pushing you to the floor so that he was above you, looking down into your eyes. Your dick sprung upwards at the sight of him above you, excited by the closeness and feeling of his naked thighs on yours.

"You're not doing anything to me you deranged faggot, I'm going to fucking snap your neck and you'll never speak to me again!" he said, recoiling one of his arms in preparation for a punch to your face. You used the opportunity to quickly break free from his grasp, which required barely any effort given your enormous strength, and in one quick move wrestled him stomach-first down onto the cold hard floor. He laid flat against the tile floor as you held your knee on top of him, using your entire weight to keep him from moving anywhere.

“Stay still. This will be over before you know it.” You felt the ring on your finger slowly heat up, and subconsciously tell you it required direct contact to rewrite a subject’s whole life and reality. The heavy wheezing and thrashing underneath you made it apparent that Jack was beginning to panic.

“W-wait! Fuck!! You’re basically turning me into a pussy! A loser! No, no, no!! Please, stop! I-I’ll work under you, I’ll give you all my money, I’ll even make sure no one threatens your career! Just, please anything but that! I can’t possibly live like that! I don’t deserve-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence before you brought your enormous hand against his plump ass and gave it a loud and hard slap. The ring burned hot on your finger as the red imprint of your palm slowly emerged on Jack’s right butt cheek.

The slap was so loud and so hard, it seemed to have completely paralyzed Jack, leaving him slack-jawed and staring forward in utter shock. He remained in that same frozen position for a minute or so, until a tingle seemed to pass through his body. Immediately his shoulders slumped, his whole body relaxed, and facial expression changed - to one of pure lust and ecstasy.

“Oh, sorry. What were we talking about again, babe?” Jack asked, as he turned around with a smirk on his handsome face. His tone of voice seemed softer and more gentle, and his entire demeanor seemed to have changed. “That slap just felt sooo good!”

Seeing the change in his nature, you released him and helped him up, noticing immediately his engorged member poking against your thigh. “Oops, guess I got a bit too carried away…”

You felt him lean in closer, moving his hands onto your thick and strong back, as his gentle hands rubbed it sensually. You opened your mouth to allow the tongue that was trying to open your lips in, moving your tongue into his breathing hot mouth.

Jack moved his hands down your back, grabbing your asscheeks and squeezing them lightly. You looked into each other's eyes and through what seemed like telepathy, which it easily could've been, you both got into position. You spreading your legs wider and him getting on his knees, with his lips almost but not quite touching the tip of your throbbing dick. You looked down on Jack’s flustered face before pushing your head onto his gaping warm mouth. He expertly wrapped his soft lips around your massive stick and began moving his mouth up and down it, causing you to moan in ecstasy and sending you straight to blowjob heaven.

You sped up, lost in the frenzy, before you finally climaxed down his throat. He kept sucking copious amounts of your salty man seed down into his stomach, as if he hadn’t had a single drop of water all day.

Then, before you even had time to recover Jack suddenly stood up and pushed you back into the locker room, grinning widely as he did. Pushing you down onto one of the benches with a loud thud, he quickly climbed on top of you and aligned his scorching hot hole against your still pulsating monster. “Now stay still, big boy. I’ve been yearning for your “Star Piercer” all day, and I only have half an hour left before my next class. You’re gonna let me milk you dry before then…”

You could only howl and moan in pure pleasure as Jack sat himself down, forcing you deeper and harder into him than you could ever imagine. You never would’ve thought of him as a power bottom, but you’re so glad for it…

An undefined time passed before the locker room door opened and you both peered outside, making sure no one was in sight. You and Jack quickly walked out, acting as if nothing had happened. He suddenly pulled your neck down and gave you a sloppy kiss on the lips, before whispering deeply into your ear. “I love you, my big boy. You know I can’t wait for the weekend.” Jack beamed with joy, as he turned around and disappeared down the hallway.

You were still reeling from the afterglow of the entire encounter. You never expected that you would experience six orgasms within half an hour, and yet that was the reality. A reality given to you thanks to a small ring sitting on your finger. Just a few hours ago you were a nobody, always fantasizing and lusting after the jocks within your life. Now, you were Shawn, the star quarterback, destined to a life of success, with a rich and influential boyfriend to boot. A new body, a new identity, a new life, and a new love. The very thought made you chub up all over again, leaving you walking down the hallway while constantly adjusting your enormous crotch…

Epilogue

A few months had passed since the day you became Shawn and claimed Jack as yours. You were truly living the perfect jock life, with a successful career and loving boyfriend. Everyday you’d still find yourself amazed over the athletic prowess and sports experience your new body had. The feeling of blazing across the football field was exhilarating, and every goal you landed made you feel more and more proud over who you were and what you would become. You were Shawn, the Starchild, and you were planning on staying that way forever.

You and Jack were still deeply in love. There wasn’t a single day when you didn’t long to plow that plump athletic ass of his, and he desperately yearned for your creamy “Star Seed”. It also didn’t take long for you two to finally decide to come out. Though the other jocks were shocked initially, surprisingly many were very accepting of your new sexuality. Not that they had much of a choice anyways. It was either accept it, suddenly turn gay the day after… or be completely replaced. One prime example being Shawn’s dad, a former college jock turned body-builder, who refused to accept his son’s newfound sexuality. Everyone was surprised when the middle-aged man suddenly started talking and acting like one of the college’s openly-gay twink, who had suddenly disappeared the day before…

In the end, you had completely rebuilt the dynamics of the college and town. You had united the different groups of jocks, made your town one of the most gay-friendly neighborhoods, and had Jack and his powerful family spread their influence all over the world. Although you weren’t interested in world domination, with the ring on your finger nothing was impossible.

For now, you were living the life you had always dreamed of, and you were loving every single second of it. You truly believed it would never end.

That is, until a few months later when the old coach finally decided to retire. A younger, more experienced, and quite famous football coach was to replace him. You wouldn’t think much of it then, but you had no idea about the vendetta he carried against the former Shawn, nor that he had a special ring of his own…

For the next few months, the perfect life you had built up would be completely turned upside down...

To Be Continued...

Merry late Christmas and Happy New Year to you all! Hope you enjoyed this present I prepared to end this year with! For those that wonder, I'm doing well health-wise and I just recently got a new job. The future is still somewhat uncertain, so we'll see how much time and energy I'll actually have for writing. Nonetheless, I'm looking forward to another year of great TF stories! /Verus

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Ricky shook his head a few times and blinked his eyes open and shut. It was like waking up from a dream, almost.

His glance was immediately drawn downwards, towards the massive shelf of muscle that was jutting out from his chest. How could he notice anything else? He took a generous handful of the muscle and gave it a hefty squeeze. He flexed the muscles and made them bounce in his hands. Left pec, right pec, left pec, right pec. He was still amazed that he could have such instant control over a body that he had projected himself into only moments ago.

“Nice tits, dude!” he said. It came out as his own squeaky teenage voice. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Nice everything, actually.”

This time, his voice came out smooth and deep and thoroughly adult. For a moment, he stopped checking out his hot body and took in his surroundings. He had to admit, he was quite pleased with himself. Just as he’d wanted, he’d projected himself from his boring bedroom in Summitville, Indiana, and had landed in the body of a handsome, muscular man at the beach. Granted, he hadn’t known that it would be this man, or this beach. But he would get there. He would continue to hone his craft until he was able to target specific people and specific places.

“But I think this’ll work for now,” he grinned. He threw his heavy arms behind his head and lounged back down into the luxurious beach chair that he had found himself in.

It felt like a dream, almost.

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Fire

There was a fire in my building a few hours ago. When I arrived to my flat on the fourth floor, I was surprised to see everthing consumed by the flames. Thinking the worst, I flew through the nearest wall inside my bedroom only to find the burned remains of my body there.

"Well, shit" I thought to myself in my astral form trying to keep my cool.

I wasn't the best looking guy, and I spent a lot of time astral possessing hot guys, but every time I entered my body I had a sensation of being back "home", you know?

Then my astral form started to flicker. That's when I panicked. I was about to vanish from existence.

"Captain, we have a burned body here" a manly voice said nearby.

I was oblivious of the firefighter that just entered my house, but when he talked I stopped being lost in thought. There he was a handsome hunk firefighter and alone. I grinned wickedly. That, my friend, is luck.

I quickly pushed my hand through the firefighter's back making him grunt and stand still. I stared at his frozen body enjoying the control I had over his bigger frame.

Then my form flickered once again, so I rushed my invasion. Instead of doing it slowly and pleasurable, I was messy and made this hunk tremble and grunt for a whole minute while my form gained control of every fiber of his body.

I don't know what happened this time, but when I opened my eyes I had the same sensation of "home" as when I went back to my body.

Also, I gained the memories of this hunk which never happened before. It was like I was the original Mark Carter, firefighter, but at the same time the horny gay guy who spent a lot of time astral projecting.

I grinned to the mirror hanging on my bedroom and looked at the big firefighter clothes i was now wearing. I hope the Captain calls it a night soon, because i don't know if these clothes would hide my growing erection at all.

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Swappers

Jordan was a twink. Plain and simple. He was skinny, hairless, could hardly grow any facial hair and was somewhat short. Now of course there was nothing wrong with this. He was still seen as very attractive and didn’t have much trouble getting attention from other gay men. The big issue for him however was that, because he was a twink, almost everyone assumed he was a bottom and most guys that were into him just wanted to fuck him. They would then be surprised and a little put off when Jordan reveals that he’s a strict top and doesn't want to bottom. At all.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried it before. He’d used a couple toys on himself and even let a guy stick it in him before in an attempt to fit this mould people would push on him. But it just wasn’t who Jordan was and therefore he didn’t really enjoy it at all much. He was the one that wanted to be sticking his dick inside a hot dude's ass, not the other way around. He just wished that more of the guys that were into him saw him as he saw himself. A dom top!

Of course the natural solution to this would be to bulk up. Get bigger, look manlier. But for some reason he struggled massively to put on any kind of size. Even after working out religiously for a year, he hardly passed for a twunk and still hadn’t been able to grow any body or facial hair. Not any that looked good anyway. Whenever he asked for advice he was told to just give it time and eventually he’d put on more muscle and maturity… but he was already 25 and some other dudes his age had full, thick beards and were built like tanks. It was infuriating and Jordan was growing more impatient with his own body by the day.

For a short while he believed he was doomed to look like a twink for the rest of his 20’s at least. That is until he met Colt. He was a man Jordan had met through a hookup site recently and as it turned out he had the opposite problem. He was only ever interested in bottoming but because of his massive muscular physique, well kept beard, deep voice and giant 8.5 inch cock, most assumed that he was the one that did the fucking. Colt had the exact body Jordan needed and Colt probably wouldn’t be too bad off with Jordan’s twink body either. It almost felt like the universe was teasing Jordan by allowing them to meet like this.

Naturally one thing lead to another and the two ended up meeting a fucking a multitude of times. Sometimes it would be at Colts place, other times it would be at Jordan’s. But one thing was for sure that was that by the end of the night Colt would have either his mouth or muscular ass full of twink cum. Sure Jordan’s dick might be a tad below the average in size but he certainly knew how to use it well and the moan’s he got out of Colt definitely reflected that.

Every time they had sex however, Jordan couldn’t help but feel this growing envy in his heart. Sure it was hot dominating a man so much bigger than himself and watching all that muscle ripple with every thrust but… he couldn’t stop wishing all that size and manliness was his. Of course that wish seemed all but impossible… right?

One day Jordan was just browsing through some gay porn sites to jack off too when he got a strange pop up. His natural instinct was to close it but something about the ad caught his eye. The headline was “Swappers!” And from what he could tell it seemed to be an advert for some type of poppers brand. He’d been with a guy once before that’d used them so he knew enough to know they were muscle relaxing inhalants. Only that wasn’t the only thing this particular brand of poppers seemed to be advertising…

A few days later a package arrived for Jordan and inside was a single “Swapper”. He inspected it a little and the tiny bottle looked exactly as it did online. He was sorta surprised that it wasn’t a scam. Truth be told he’d been starting to regret spending so much money on this thing but he felt a tad better now it was here. But he told himself not to get his hopes up yet. Not until he’s put it to the test.

Later that night Jordan messaged Colt, getting immediately to the point and asking if he wanted to hook up. As always Colt soon replied in confirmation and with that everything was set in motion. Now all Jordan had to do was pray this thing was legit and he didn’t spend his money for nothing.

As they’d agreed to meet at Colt’s place, Jordan soon showed up outside the hunky man’s apartment to which he was swiftly let inside. The pair chatted for a little while, catching up as they usually would, but Jordan was eager to get down to business. He cut Colt off mid-sentence with a swift kiss, leaning in close and running his hands over the larger man’s body. Colt didn’t seem to mind as he quickly returned the same energy and before they knew it they were pulling off their clothes and stumbling towards Colt’s bedroom.

Both men soon found themselves buck naked as Colt hopped onto the bed, causing it to creak under his weight, before beckoning Jordan to join him. The two engaged in plenty of foreplay beforehand. A little bit of dick sucking. A tad bit of ass eating. But Jordan just couldn’t bear to wait any longer as he reached over towards the bedside table and grabbed the little bottle before instructing Colt to lay on his back and throw his legs over Jordan’s shoulders. The bigger man did just that but couldn’t help question what Jordan had in his hands.

“It’s just a popper. It’s meant to make sex feel even more mind blowing!” Jordan reassured, withholding the whole truth from his lover. “Just try it. I promise you’ll love it!” He added before cracking it open, placing the bottle under his nose and taking a deep sniff. It hit him almost immediately. A surging pleasure vibrating through his body. Buzzing almost! And with it he had this strange compulsion to try to make another man smell it.

“Ehhhh I dunno. I’ve never done poppers bef—” Colt was quickly cut off once again but this time by Jordan practically shoving the swapper under his nose and forcing him to inhale it. He was taken off guard for a second but moments after his body was filled with the same euphoric sensation as Jordan’s. And now that both men had it in their systems, all they wanted to do was fuck!

Jordan wasted no time slamming his dick into Colt’s hole which had already started to loosen up a little. Immediately plunging it as deep as it could go. The feeling was beyond anything either of them had ever experienced before. Waves of pleasure washed over them which only seemed to intensify as Jordan started pumping. Every little motion sending spikes of euphoric across their bodies in a fashion they could never have imagined. Both men felt as though they could bust a load mere moments into fucking and yet somehow they didn’t. Not yet anyway. It was as if despite the incredible feeling of it all, something needed them to keep going. And of course Jordan was more than willing to oblige.

Minutes felt like hours as the couple submerged themselves in the experience. Jordan alternated between pumping slowly with care and fast with aggression. All while the huge man beneath him practically screamed his name with nothing but pure lust in his eyes. A lust that the man fucking him reflected right back. The more they stared at each other, the more fixated they became. Almost like they were hypnotising one another to the point where they refused to break eye contact. Simply staring at each other while they continued to fuck and moan when suddenly their eyes began to glow a deep purple. At last it began. As neither Colt nor Jordan could look away, they were unable to see the changes beginning to occur but of course that wouldn’t stop them.

Despite never having been able to grow much body hair, Jordan’s chest and stomach suddenly began to receive a light dusting of hair. A dusting of which would continue to spread across his body giving him some hairy legs, decent arm hair and even a furry ass. Colt on the other hand found all of his body hair suddenly retracting, vanishing in an instant and leaving him with nothing but smooth muscle all over. However it wouldn’t cease there as even Colt’s short beard vanished along with the rest of his body hair. It wasn’t lost for long however as moments later there was an itching on Jordan’s face before an identical beard sprouted on his face instead! The last of these hairy changes only completed when even their hair styles and colours switched with Jordan’s hair retracting slighting into a much shorter crop while Colt’s grew out slightly. Having somehow switched hair in all places of their bodies, they looked pretty strange for sure. But it was about to get a whole lot stranger!

As Jordan continued to thrust mindlessly, both men started to grunt but not just because of the fucking. It was their hands and feet! Had Jordan been able to tear his eyes away from Colt’s to look over his shoulder, he’d have been able to catch a glimpse of the other man’s feet shrinking multiple sizes. The same then happened to Colt’s hands as they shrunk smaller and skinnier. But of course Colt wasn’t the only one affected here. Jordan also found himself curling his toes a little while his own feet grew many sizes larger until it would’ve been impossible to put on any of his shoes now. And naturally his hands followed the same example, growing meatier with thick clumsy digits that would no doubt take some getting used to.

Despite being in some kind of trance, both men knew something weird was happening to them. Colt was of course worried underneath all the pleasure he was feeling but Jordan on the other hand was ecstatic! He knew exactly what was happening and he almost couldn’t believe it! In such he completely gave in to the experience with zero resistance while his cock pounding in and out of Colt’s hole encouraged the bigger, yet now hairless, man to do the same.

Speaking of cock, Jordan began to feel a strange pumping sensation in his. It felt as though someone plugged an air pump into his cock and balls and with every thrust he made, they pumped more air into them. Only it wasn’t air at all! His dick was actually growing bigger by the second! He could feel it! Becoming longer and fatter, forcing Colt’s hole to stretch even wider. Each thrust feeling deeper than the last while the smacking sound his balls made grew even louder as they too grew fatter and fuller. Meanwhile Colt’s moan’s grew even needier, not just due to the cock filling him up growing significantly but, because his own dick and balls were shrinking. Yet for some reason it felt incredible to him! It wasn’t long before Jordan found himself fucking with an 8.5 inch monster while Colt moaned with his new slightly under average cock bouncing with every slam into his ass.

So far the only changes they’d actually been able to see were the ones to their hair and facial hair but that was about to change as a distinct tingling sensation spread its way across the two men’s faces. It soon became obvious what was happening as they both began to scrunch their faces up in discomfort. This was due to their features rearranging. Jaw’s reshaping, noses remoulding, eyes shifting slightly. Jordan’s face grew sharper and more defined with a mature and masculine look while Colt’s began to look younger and softer and an opposing delicate look. The changes refused to stop until Jordan’s face looked identical to what Colt’s had once looked like before all this and vice versa. At this point Jordan looked like a small and skinny version of Colt while Colt himself looked like a huge muscle bound version of Jordan. But that wouldn’t be the case for long…

There was a growing heat spreading itself across both of their forms. Engulfing both men in what felt like a warm embrace as this heat began to massage their bodies. It took a moment or two to kick in but suddenly Colt’s body began to shrink. All of his huge, hard earned muscles starting to fade away. Pecs, biceps, shoulders, thighs. Everything was slowly diminishing in size. Even his height seemed to be reducing as his once 6’4 statue had decreased down to just 6 foot and was still going lower.

Jordan on the other hand was having the time of his life! Still being forced to stare into Colt’s eyes but pounding away like his life depended on it now. Getting so damn excited as he could feel his body starting to blow up with new muscle. His once skinny and toned arms pumping up with newfound strength and size while his chest began forming two thick slabs of muscle that only continued to grow. His legs growing thicker and stronger to match his new feet. Even his shoulders slowly formed into giant boulders while his torso grew wider. His supple twink butt growing into a large jock ass. And of course as Colt’s height decreased, his own could only increase!

At one point the two men were the same size but it wouldn’t take long for Jordan to surpass Colt. His muscles exploding bigger and bigger by the second. “Holyyyy fuuuuckkk!” Jordan is able to moan out as he feels his pecs growing as massive as watermelons before bouncing them involuntarily, unable to stop hulking out. Only coming to a halt at last when the man beneath him had been turn into a skinny little twink with only the tiniest bit of lean muscle. Leaving Colt looking like a tiny 5’6 twink while Jordan had become a 6’4 hairy muscle tank of a man

At last the purple glow faded from their eyes, releasing them from the forced gaze and allowing them to look down at their new bodies. A massive grin formed on Jordan’s face as he glanced down to see the massive physique he now possessed while Colt looked more confused than anything. He probably would’ve freaked out more if the feeling of getting filled by Jordan’s giant cock didn’t feel so amazing.

“J-Jordan… oohhh-what… happened to oouhhh-us!?” Colt asked frantically between groans. “Why do… Oouuuughhhhhh… you look exactly… like me!?” He continued, noticing his higher pitched voice. Confused but also strangely turned on by the fact that he was now being fucked by his identical twin. Or at least would’ve been his twin if he wasn’t so small and skinny now.

Jordan gave a cocky smirk with his new face. “Because this is how it was always meant to be! Me, a huge powerful muscle daddy with a hot hairy body and a monster dick made for destroying ass.” He brought both arms up into a flex and delighted in the sight of his biceps bulging before groping one of his giant hairy pecs a little. All while continuing to slam in Colt’s ass with enthusiasm. “And you, a cute little twink boy who struggles to put on any size and loves getting dominated by men like me…” Jordan sneered confidently, loving how deep and authoritative his own voice sounded now while stroking his new beard a little with satisfaction before leaning down and giving his former face a kiss.

After that the new hunk got down to business. Pulling his dick out for a moment so he could grab Colt like a rag doll and toss him onto his stomach. He’d never been able to man handle a guy like that before but by god did it feel amazing! Colt hardly had a chance to say anything before the body snatcher pressed his face down into the pillow and shoved his dick back inside the hole. Colt let out a long moan. Part of his brain was telling him this wasn’t right but the feeling of getting filled with the very same dick he used to own was too good! He knew he should be begging for his body back right now but all he wanted was to be dominated by all that muscle he built and have his former balls unload inside him.

“Oh fuck yesssss Jordan! Fuck meeeee!” Colt begged and moaned. After the whole transformation ordeal that’d gone, both men were already on the brink of orgasm. And yet for some reason Jordan stopped.

“No, no, no. I’m not Jordan anymore. You are. If you want my load you better start calling me by my real name. Colt.” Jordan demanded, shifting his cock around inside the other man’s ass a little but refusing to pump again until his demand was met.

Colt hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to do this? Would he be forfeiting his body if he did? He didn’t ponder for long however as the larger man shifted his cock around inside again prompting another grunt from Colt. That was it. His instincts took over. “Fine yes! You’re Colt! I’m Jordan! Just please fuck me!”

A large grin spread across Jordan’s face upon hearing the magic words. He immediately used his new strength to push Colt back down into the pillow before pounding into him once again with all his might. Roaring and flexing as he did, admiring his new body and revealing in all its size and power. Knowing full well that from now on nobody would mistake him for a bottom again! That from now on everyone would see him exactly as he saw himself. A dominant top who wanted nothing more than to destroy the ass of every hot guy he saw! And as a bonus, Colt certainly wouldn’t get mistaken for anything but the slutty bottom he was either.

Soon enough the hulking man let out one final passionate roar before finally unloading his heavy new balls. His cock shooting streams of cum inside Colt’s ass like a jet and seeding him in no time. He let out a massive sigh of relief before collapsing on top of the smaller man in exhaustion. Pinning the twink under his new muscle and weight while his cock still remained buried in that ass, causing Colt to shoot his much smaller load as well underneath them both.

After a few minutes of silence and processing, the new bodybuilder sized hunk pushed himself up and off the bed, allowing the other man to move again. “This was fun Jordan but you’d better get dressed and head home. After all this is my apartment now…” Jordan smirked as he made his way towards a mirror while riding the high of knowing everything Colt was and had now belonged to him. Even though he just blew a load his dick found itself twitching again when the reflection he saw shining back at him was that of a manly big dicked meathead. Perfect. “Unless you’d rather stay and become my exclusive little bottom from now on?” He raised an eyebrow in Colt’s direction.

There was some conflict in Colt’s eyes for a moment as he weighed the idea out in his head. But in the end he came to the conclusion that, just like Jordan, this is pretty much what he always wanted. To be seen as a cute bottom. He only got so huge and buff because of the pressure from his father and friends. But deep down this is always what he’d wanted to be. “If being your ‘exclusive little bottom’ also includes being your boyfriend then I’m in!… Colt.” He stated, not used to calling somebody else by his own name yet.

Jordan smiled. “Well it’s a deal then.” He gave his reflection one last look over before returning to the bed. He’d definitely be inspecting it more later but for now he and his boy needed to spend a little more time getting familiar with their new selves. And by that he meant he was smoother Colt between the very pecs he used to own until he blew another load.

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Quick Bet

Jake stood there is disbelief as he heard the terms of what he had just agreed to.

Just seconds ago he was a scrawny guy who barely filled out his shirt and now it hugged his chest like it was a size too small. He had made a friend at the gym recently and invited him over for a bros games night. He's new friend said they should make it interesting and place bets on who'd win. Jake agreed even after his buddy said 900 pounds. He didn't know how the money conversion would effect how much money that really was but Jake believed in his gaming skills and so he agreed. It was only after his friend kicked his ass 20 - 0 that he learnt what he really bet on. His new friend revealed that the loser didn't owe money but rather 900 pounds of pure muscle. Jake laughed at first before his suddenly filled out his clothes to the point they were tight and he looked like a natural bodybuilder. Pretty soon Jake heard the sound of tearing as his pants began to give way to his slowly expanding muscle. His new friend just laughed as he watched Jake slowly transforming into a muscled up freakshow...

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I possessed the body of the captain of the soccer team

I can't believe it will work, in the afternoon I watched as the athletic capital of the school's soccer team headed to the locker room to prepare for his game.

So I didn't miss the opportunity and became a soul, heading to the locker room, that's when I saw my opportunity, the captain was distracted and that's when he entered through his mouth.

He didn't stop moaning, my whole soul was entering his throat, while I moved through his insides I felt like his rich muscles were mine. Until he couldn't take it anymore, the captain had finally given up and took possession of his body. Now I am him and I will make the most of this body. I love seeing him dressed in his uniform. It seems that having his life will be something interesting.

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The Janitor: Fernandez's body

I work as a Janitor at a gym, but that's not my real job, I just use the job as a Janitor to get easier acess to the prime meat, and by prime meat, I mean hot muscular men. There's no better place to harvest them than at the gym's locker room.

It's been a while since I've found a perfect specimen like Fernandez. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and he has a nice package.

I've been watching Fernandez for a while now. He's always here, every day at the same time. I've studied his habits, his working out routine. I know when he showers, when he changes. And today, I've decided it would be the day I turn him into my next wearable bodysuit.

I watched him walk to the locker room, his body covered in sweat. I followed him and as soon as I entered, I saw him taking his clothes off, he was ready to take a shower. I smirked and quickly put a sign outside the door, written "Do not enter: Men's locker room closed for cleaning"

I took a small technological gun device out of my cart and pointed it at Fernandez. However, I soon realized that I had forgotten to reconfigure the device since the last time I used it. Before I could fix it, Fernandez noticed me.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" He shouted, walking towards me, and before I could activate the device, he quickly punching me in the face, making the device fall off my hand. He continued kicking me and calling me names. But I managed to reach for the device and pulled the trigger, this time hitting him with an orange glowing ray, making the man fall to the floor and start to deflate the second he was hit.

I was a little angry at him for the bruises, so I stomped on his face and abs to empty him faster. As the process finished, I took a step back, admiring my handiwork. Fernandez's body has been reduced to a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit, his every curve and muscle preserved. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power and desire course through me as I reached out and touched the bodysuit, running my fingers over the defined abs pecs for the first time.

That's when I noticed a tiny orange slime crawling out of his mouth.

I smirked and grabbed the tiny goop between my fingers, if you looked closely you would see it moved very slowly like a slug. I usually flush them down the toilet, but I would need this one, so I put it on the floor as I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. I then grabbed the deflated skin from the floor and walked inside a shower stall — Just for precaution.

After I took off my uniform, I grabbed the empty muscle husk by the head and admired his body, specially his big package that even without anything stuffing it inside it was still huge.

With a satisfied grin, I slip the bodysuit on, for last, when I put his head over mine, I looked in the mirror. But it didn't looked natural, I just wasn't as fit as Fernandez, I didn't had big muscles to fill his skin. Some parts looked too stretched like my belly and face, and my dick only stuffed half of his huge shaft.

But this could be fixed. I grabbed the device, changed the settings and shoot the ray at myself — This time a blue glowing ray fired from the device.

I felt a tingling sensation as I watched in the mirror my big belly starting to disappear and instead form abs and big pecs. The skin that was once stretched, now started to grow muscles to the sizes that they were originally. I was looking just like when Fernandez entered the showers.

I changed the settings of the gun one last time and pointed it at the tiny goop on the floor. Once I fired the blue ray at it, the goo started to grow and started to shape itself into a human body: My original body.

It looked exactly like me. And it just kept standing there, looking at me with a blank face.

"Put on the janitor's uniform and clean the locker room, then go home and stay inactive until the next day, when you will return to work." I commanded.

"Yes Master" My copy responded with a blank face expression, it was actually the essence of the real Fernandez, only now he was turned into a mindless slave goo that could take any form that I wanted. He would cover as me while I was out having fun in Fernandez's body.

"But before, I want you to turn into a red underwear"

"Yes Master" The 'janitor' said and started to shrink and change its color, until it was nothing more than a red underwear on the floor. I grabbed it and put it on. It looked really good on me, so with Fernandez's phone I took a photo in the mirror.

I decided to put his sweaty gym clothes back on and return to the main gym. It was really hot to work out my new muscles while wearing the real Fernandez.

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Big Change In My Life

I've been on this business trip for 2 weeks. I never like traveling that much. Matter of fact I don't like the company I work for. I'm looking for a change for some time.

Matter of fact i've been looking for the right change for a long time too.

Finally, somebody at the company slipped up and made things work out perfectly for me. I was staying at this cheap motel. This place sounded nice, one by the name.

You only plus was. There was a bar next door. Not sure. Normal run of the mill sports bat. But a gay bar.

I didn't mind going in there. There was so much to look at I like people watching.

Every time I travel I bring this emergency kit with me. A case Mr. Right ever came into my life. I don't mean relationship. I mean the right guy that I wanna be.

I want to be young again. I feel like my life has passed me by. Not crazy young but younger. Being some totally opposite of what I am now.

I went next door loke the last few days but today I came prepared. It was now friday. Everyone sure will be out. And I wanted a good spot where I could view the crowd.

The nicest thing is entertainment. Guys who stand up on a stage and take their clothes off to the music showing off their beautiful bodies. It was a nice variety. A nice mixture of ages of men to look at.

That's when I spotted him. A gentleman up on stage and I mean gentlemen. He has a gorgeous body. Muscular physique. And somewhat of an innocent face.

With some facial hair. He waring a black cowboy hat with black boots to match. He is now only wearing nothing but a cute pair of briefs.

Some people don't know there's a rule. Some guys are gay.Some guys are straight passing for gay. They're just doing it for the money. So I made sure this guy saw how much money I had on me. 20s, 50's 100's.

I made sure you saw the money I was carrying. Fan out of my wallet. Sure enough, every time he walked around the room.He made sure he stopped by and visited me. I found out he was also staying at the hotel next door. Actually, right across the hall from me

I asked him what it would cost to have a private show tonight. Just him and me. In my room. Him going all the way. He set an amount for the night. I had it. Plus, there are a lot more were that came from. It definitely got his attention.

So throughout the night he made sure he kept stopping by to visit me. And I always had a shot on the table waiting. He seem to be enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his. We the money was there.

If he only knew I was drugging him slowly. I was getting him ready for my next adventure. The boy had it. And this country boy seemed to come across perfectly.

It was around 2 in the morning when we got back to my room. He is all nicely dressed for now. The way the clothes fit on his muscular frame.

And like any other guy there's was a following for him. He take a picture of himself.

The drugs are starting to take effect on him. But he didn't seem to notice.

He brought a few outfits for him. But I just said put on the black hat boots and underwear. He did a little song and dance and got himself down to his underwear. And he got me out of my suit.

I poured him a drink. With the final drug in it to get this process going. To him he'd probably just felt tired from the nights performing.

For me that's getting them ready for the taking. Me looking at i'm checking them out knowing all that will be mine soon.

We started getting really personal. Soon there were no clothes at all. He says he usually doesn't go this far with a customer and but there was something about me. Yeah I drugged you.

At one point he just laid back on the bed. Laying there completely naked. He probably thinks he's resting. But I know a big change is about to begin.

He's about to become me and i'm about to become him. He felt weak and tired. Which was really no problem. I want him to be that way.

What's this young male stripper?Cowboy didn't know as I was about to drain him of everything that made him him and make it me. Then I would turn him into me.

Sucking on the nipples it is chest. Draining the juices as a pour out of his pectorial muscles. He's too tired of the notice that his body was getting smaller as I drank. He didn't even notice. He didn't notice I was draining him of every ounce of his essence. I

Hus muscular chest had fallen so much in size. It was almost the size of my own if not smaller. My body started growing in size. The hair and his body started to fade and growing on mine.

I told him they lay back and relaxing had a long night. And I wasn't done with him. Is cock was swollen beyond belief. Long with his balls. I put my mouth over it. I gave his balls a squeeze. As soon as my lips touched him. He started releasing his load. The final step of taking everything that made him him.

I could feel as muscular physique fading away as mine was growing. I was feeling younger by the minute. His dark hair started turning blonde. His facial hair was fading. He was turning into me almost. Cause I still had a release my essence into him.

At one point I had drained them completely dry of everything.

He was too weak to do anything but what I told him to do.

I position him on his side. And I placed my cock in his mouth. Forcing him to drink everything. As I released my old essence into his body. I think he's ever done this before. I'm sure he hasn't. As every drop of the old me went into his body.

I could see his body starting to transform. Just like my own. He was just too weak to do anything about it now. I'm sure we're both feeling the same thing. Are minds are spinning. Our muscles are expanding and contracting. Our bones are cracking as we take on the shape of the other person.

Our minds are spinning.As they're being rewritten of that of the other. My life was fading as it pass before his eyes becoming his own memories. Exchanging of knowledge and wisdom. Talents and abilities. I was feeling stronger as I was taking on his muscular physique. You can tell he shaved his body. His body hair started appearing all over mine. As his muscles rip through my body.

I laid back and rested as the process was completed. As the sun rose I got out of the bed. So much younger than I was. He physic was amazing. So being to put on his underwear. The cowboy hat and boots he was wearing.

Last night, I was looking at this body. Now it's mine. Along with everything that comes with it. This body and life was not mine. It felt I made the right choice. An adventure ahead.

As I changed into his clothes. I looked back at my old body, laying down the bed.

That is nothing compared to who I am now. I went over to the dresser and opened my old wallet. I pulled out all the money. That I promised him. I'm putting my jean packet.

I packed up the rest of the gear and started ahead out. I can't believe how much stuffy brought with him.

I swing past his hotel room and grab all hus things before I leave. I got another stop along the way. Most shows tonight.

All this is mine now. No more business suits and airplanes. More like a cowboy and his pickup truck.

I pulled away not even thinking about my pass life. I had better things to think about. I was a male dancer now. Taking college courses online. A lot more adventurous than my old self.

My favorite part was doing the personal shows in private homes.

And how much the businessman who hired me enjoyed my company. This is so different than the job I had been doing.

I pulled into my next step where I'd be performing. There's a young businessman already checking me out. I'm thinking wait till he sees me with my clothes off.

I thought I get my little entertainment. I went outside and took off my shirt. I know he was looking at me. I grabbed my sunglasses and my cowboy hat from the truck.

And I can do a little private show for him

I can tell you one thing , this cowboy stripper life is all better than that business I was living.

Talk about easy money. Travel, food, and gym.

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Trucker For Sale

I harvested this handsome piece of trucker flesh from the truckstop showers. I thought about adding him to my own collection. But my new wealthy clientele are a demanding bunch. I get to wear him so I can take pictures for his listing. As soon as I put it up, he’s bound to get a lot of interest.

He is 6’1”, 270 pounds of muscle and eight uncut inches. This bodysuit would make a perfect getaway for some high paid executive wanting to try life on the other side of the tracks. This lot comes with one bodysuit with a wardrobe complement along with any official documents you need to take over his life. Betting starts tomorrow with a $500,000 reserve.

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Last night me and my brother George had a huge argument. I said a few things. He said a few things. I said I wanted to be him. He said he wanted to be me. Then we went to bed. I had the best dream. I was travelling on across the coast. I had massive abs. Even though in real life im chubby. I never felt happier. But I also felt light.

The next morning, I wake up and notice I'm not in my bedroom. But I'm in George's bedroom. Odd, I think. Especially as George isn't in his room. I sit up in bed. Amazed on how I got in George's bedroom. Then I look down and I see I have abs. Big abs like George. I started to think that I was still dreaming. But I pinch myself. I'm not dreaming. So I open up my phone and see George's reflection.

I freak out. Then George barges in. Freaking out. We both eventually agree to pretend to be each other, until we either swap back or we have accepted our fate.

George's body is massive. His abs. His ass. His junk. George asked me to go to the gym regularly while I'm in his body. So I do. But before I go, I play with my new member in between my legs.

While I'm at the gym. I feel powerful. George's muscles can lift heavy weights.

After a month of being George. I decided to go on holiday. I can't not show off this body in the hot sun. The looks I got. Everyone was looking at me and thinking how hot I am. And I feel it.

After a few months of this. I still can't still get over how strong his body is.

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I had spent countless nights researching online, desperate to find some sort of solution to my problem. Heading off to college was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to be true to myself. But the thought of coming out to my parents filled me with a paralyzing fear. What if they didn't accept me?

That's when I stumbled upon the program. It promised to help people like me embrace their sexuality, to live openly and authentically. And now here I was, face to face with Richard, my mentor for the week.

We had traded stories and life experiences, forming a bond that felt both strange and comforting. It was nice hearing Richard's experiences but he kept asking questions about me, and very probing ones too. Richard had been through the program before, his easy confidence a stark contrast to my own nervous energy. But he had assured me that I was ready, that I could do this.

And then he dropped the bombshell: our bodies would be switched for the week. I would inhabit Richard's life, living as an openly gay man, while he took on the role of me.

As our eyes met, I saw a mix of excitement and trepidation in Richard's gaze. He knew what was coming, knew the challenges I would face in his body. But he also knew the freedom that awaited me, the chance to be myself without fear or shame.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, steeling myself for what lay ahead. As the swap occurred, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me, but it wasn't the smooth transition I had imagined. Instead, I stumbled backward, my newfound height and weight throwing off my balance entirely. My legs wobbled beneath me as I struggled to find my footing in this unfamiliar body.

With a heavy thud, I hit the ground, my larger frame absorbing the impact with a dull ache. As I pushed myself up, I realized just how massive I had become. My hands, once slender and delicate, now felt like thick slabs of meat as I rubbed them over my smooth, bald head. My fingers brushed through the scratchy beard that now adorned my jawline, the sensation foreign yet strangely exhilarating.

Every movement felt cumbersome as I tried to adjust to the weight of this new body. My gut jiggled with each step I took, and my legs trembled under the strain of carrying so much muscle. But despite the initial discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through me.

I flexed my muscles experimentally, marveling at the strength and power they held. Tattoos adorned my arms and chest, and I stared at them in awe, feeling a rush of excitement at the realization that this was my body now, my identity.

We went our separate ways, and as I entered Richard's apartment it felt like stepping into a whole new world, one that was vibrant, colorful, and unapologetically gay. I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as I took in the sight of the rainbow flags draped over the furniture, the pride posters adorning the walls, and the shelves filled with LGBTQ+ memorabilia.

As I set down my suitcase and glanced around the cozy space, my excitement bubbled up inside me. This was it – my chance to live openly, without fear or hesitation.

Just then, Richard's phone buzzed with incoming messages, drawing my attention. I picked it up and unlocked it with his face ID, revealing lots of notifications from a group chat. I opened the conversation to find a lively conversation between Richard and his gay friends, making plans to hit the gay bars later that night.

My heart leaped with excitement as I read through their messages, feeling a surge of anticipation coursing through me. Without hesitation, I grabbed a rainbow headcover from the rack by the door and slipped it on, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I looked good and I couldn't wait to show the world the confident, proud gay man I was about to become. I snapped a few quick photos of myself, striking a pose and reveling in the feeling of liberation that washed over me. This was my moment, my time to shine, and I wasn't going to let anything hold me back.

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Greek Vacation

It was finally June, and Alex could barely sleep. He’d worked his ass off the last year in college to avoid having to take summer classes, which meant he could join the rest of his family on their trip to Greece. His mom had apparently won tickets or miles or something through her job, he couldn’t remember. All that mattered was he was going to Greece! It was finally time to relax and unwind from the insanely stressful last few months. He’d gone over his packing list six, seven times now; he was absolutely sure he was ready. His family was meeting him at the airport, so he was just pacing now, waiting on that text to start moving. The phone on the countertop buzzed and he lunged for it. It was time.

Alex grabbed his oversized suitcase and lugged it down the stairs of his apartment building out to the street. He hopped on the bus and found a seat. He was giddy, this trip was his dream trip as a kid, and now he was finally getting to go. He’d helped plan out their whole itinerary, from the Acropolis to the ruins at Delphi and so so many more. Before he knew it, they were dropping him at the airport. Inside the chaotic lobby he managed to spot his parents, his dad was already wearing a massive sun hat which helped. The next hour was a blur getting their bags checked, through security, and corralling everyone to the gate. Then began the longest part of the trip: the flight. Alex had brought noise canceling headphones and an extra strong dose of melatonin that he prayed would do the job. And miraculously, it did. Nearly ten hours later he woke up to the sounds of the plane landing, and next thing he knew they were in a cab headed into Athens.

The cab pulled up to their hotel, depositing them and their bags at the foot of a beautiful white building with a grand entrance. This part was his mother’s domain. She ushered everyone inside and got them to their room in no time. Alex was unpacking and setting his stuff out when he realized he couldn’t find his phone charger. He tore everything out of his suitcase and backpack, trying desperately to find it. Nothing. He must’ve left it in his haste getting out the door, after all his phone was plugged in while he was waiting.

Shit, he thought, before solemnly announcing the news to his family.

“We’ll stop by a store or something and get you a new one, it's fine,” his mother said, buried in her own suitcase. What a start to the trip. Alex sat on the side of his bed looking out the window at the building next door, kicking his legs waiting for them to get going. Finally, after another 30 minutes, they were getting back out the door.

Alex and his family started wandering through the massive metropolis of Athens, surrounded by white buildings and the intense noise of a city. Only a few blocks away they came upon a massive street market, with locals selling everything imaginable. Fruits, street food, bags, shirts, phones, you name it. Surely, Alex thought, they would sell a phone charger here. He squeezed up and down through tight corridors of shops, flooded with people. He was deep into the market when his path was blocked with a crowd. He turned around, only to find the way he came in also packed tight with tourists. He was stuck. As panic started to set in, Alex heard a deep, husky voice from the stall behind him.

“You there, tourist boy,” the voice said, and Alex whipped around to see a large man with dark olive skin, and the hairiest body he’d ever seen. It was on his fingers, hands, forearms, and crawled out of his open shirt solidly up to the thick bushy beard on his face that nearly hid all his features. Alex was frozen, taking in the sight of this man. He was snapped out of his daze by the man speaking again.

“You look tired, boy. Did you just arrive?” he looked Alex in the eyes.

Alex was jumbling his words, “Uh, yes, yea I did. But I slept! I shouldn’t be tired.. I don’t think…”

The man grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him. “Here boy, this will help you,” he said in his thick accent. He took out a small beaded bracelet and slipped it onto Alex’s wrist, tying it tight.

“Uhh, thanks?” Alex remarked, a little confused about the whole situation. The moment was interrupted by his mother’s voice piercing through the crowd.

“Alex!! Alex!! Are you over here?” Alex jerked his head towards the voice, starting to back away from the man.

“Enjoy your trip, boy,” the man said, releasing his arm and giving a slight wave. Alex turned away and pushed through the throng of people in his way, eventually reaching his mother.

“Alex! Thank god you’re okay, we lost you immediately. Here, we found someone selling chargers,” she handed him a cord, not even noticing the bracelet on his wrist. “Alright, let’s get back on track today, shall we?” she put some pep in her voice. As the family squeezed through the crowded Athenian streets, Alex failed to notice a slight itch where the bracelet clung to his wrist.

The summer sun beat down on them as they slowly made their way up the hills of Athens. Alex was sweating buckets, the back of his shirt absolutely drenched. He looked over in envy at his dad’s sun hat that he had mocked earlier. After what felt like an eternity, they made it to the base of the acropolis. Alex’s dad groaned at the sight of not only immense crowds, but another massive rock they had to climb. Alex was undeterred however, his eyes lit up with the sight of the ruins atop the hill. This was what he’d been waiting for, and he let nothing get in his way as he dragged his family into the crowd to get closer. The slight itch under the bracelet continued, unbeknownst to Alex. His skin under it was darkening to an olive shade, slowly creeping up his arm and down towards his hand. Where the darker tone had spread, hairs began popping up, thick black hairs in contrast to his light brown wispy hairs. They continued to sprout, growing in between the last, creating a dense, curly coat. The back of his hand was next, the same black hairs wriggling out. Soon enough, his forearm stuck out like a sore thumb next to the rest of his pale body, yet no one seemed to notice.

The next couple hours were heaven for Alex. He explored the acropolis with his family, pointing out everything he’d researched and explaining even more. Between the numerous ruins and museums, the rest of the day was jam packed with artifacts. Alex even found himself remembering facts about spots he didn’t remember researching. The other constant of the day was the sun. It beat down on them from above with the full force of a Mediterranean summer, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead. It seemed like significantly more than usual for Alex, but he chalked it up to the different climate, and how much they’d been walking. Under his soaked shirt, however, his body was adapting. The deep olive color had spread all the way up his arm, with the forest of hair following, coating his upper arm. The hairs crawled over his inflating shoulder, sprinkling it with black wisps. His bicep has also grown substantially, almost like he was a regular gym-goer, matching his now beefier hand and forearm.

The sun-kissed shade continued to spread, imposing itself over his chest. Not long after, his chest began growing. It pushed out two meaty pecs, skin stretching to accommodate the immense muscles growing in slowly. His chest was sore as years of workouts applied themselves at once. The crisp definition melted somewhat as his form softened, fat layering itself onto his chest and further down as a thick muscle gut grew in. His stomach pressed tight against his shirt, stretching it to its limit. As the muscle pushed out of his frame, so did the hairs. Small black hairs began rearing their heads around his growing nipples, pushing out like thick shoots of grass. The hairs radiated away from his nipples, surging across the open fields of his pectorals, burying them in a black, curly forest. They grew longer and thicker, matting together into a rug across his chest that scratched against his shirt. The fur coat grew denser in the center of his pecs and right below, making them look like real pillow cushions. His gut tingled as the hairs began erupting, swirling together and giving his belly a thick black coat to match. By the time Alex and his family were headed to dinner it looked like he’d eaten plenty, putting on dozens of pounds.

They sat down at a street-side restaurant that Alex had recommended, exhausted after a very active first day. While they browsed the menu, Alex scratched loosely at an itch above the neckline of his shirt. The wave of darker skin tone had slowly been inching up his neck, leading a wave of black hairs. His chest fur had overtaken his collarbone and continued to spread. His neck remained bare until, suddenly, a single dark hair sprouted above his shirt. It was black, thick, and curly. Seconds later, a second hair joined it, shooting out from his shirt collar. More and more began sprouting, giving Alex a thick dark tuft of hair curling over his shirt. This was just the beginning, though. The dark hairs climbed up his neck, following the wave of olive complexion. Alex’s lean face cracked as it widened, jaw growing thick and square. His brow jutted out and his nose grew more prominent as his face took on the darker tone. His wavy brown hair pulled back some, turning black and more curly. The itching grew as a shadow developed across his jaw, darkening as thick stubble emerged from the bare skin. The scruff seemed to age Alex up a good few years, he seemed like a real adult with the stubble, hairy forearms, and chest hair pushing out of his shirt.

As they ate, Alex briefed his parents on their plan for the next day, starting with an early bus out to Delphi. He already knew the exact times, costs, and routes to take for the perfect day. His parents were impressed at how well researched he was, not noticing the dark scruff covering their son’s face. They finished up dinner and caught a cab home, knowing they had to be up at the crack of dawn the next day.

The next morning came quickly, and with some disgruntled grumbling from his parents, they were off on their bus to Delphi. It was a three hour trip, so they settled into their seats and his parents tried to get a little more rest. Alex stared eagerly out the window, watching the mountains rush past with the sea behind. As the ride went on, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like his body was agitated and he couldn’t figure out why. He tried to focus on the beautiful scenery and the maps of their destination instead. In reality, beneath his clothes, the slow moving wave of Mediterranean skin had crossed his muscle gut and reached his groin. It swept through his crotch, seeding the growth of new hair. His existent bush was sparse, and was quickly engulfed by the torrent of dark curly hairs that erupted from the base of his cock, spreading outward. Black hairs wormed out of his skin like weeds coating the entire area, pushing up towards his navel in a triangle pattern, and out onto his thighs.

Alex tried to subtly scratch at the area as the itching grew intense, using his map to hide his meaty hands groping the area. His flaccid cock absorbed the same olive color, and a thick foreskin stretched itself back over the head. It didn’t stay soft for long, engorging and pushing six, seven, eight inches in his pants. Alex shifted again to try and keep comfortable in his seat, but the growing rod was not helping him, leaving a massive imprint on his shorts. His bush continued to thicken, hairs sprouting between others, curling together into an impenetrable forest. The hairs even started climbing the base of his cock, popping out a ways up. There was a thud on the seat when Alex’s balls suddenly inflated to the size of baseballs, his sack growing furry as the same curly black hairs engulfed them. Alex had spread his legs as much as he could, he was practically on top of the guy in the seat next to him, and he was still feeling squeezed. He was about to reach his limit when the bus came to a stop. They had made it.

Like it was instinct, Alex gathered his parents and started their exploration of the site. He took them to the Temple of Apollo, the museum, and the spring. It was another relentlessly hot day, and within minutes he had started sweating buckets. He ignored it to continue guiding his parents around, but it began to take a toll. Underneath his arms, his paltry smattering of hair was starting to soak up some color, growing thicker and darker. The more sweat dripped from his pits the more hair began to shoot out of them, catching the drops and adding to the stench that began to waft from him. Throughout the morning, more and more hairs poked out from under his arms. His beefy arms weren’t able to hide the enormous tufts of hair that were pushing out of his pits, kept nice and damp from the heat.

They stopped briefly for lunch at a spot Alex knew and recommended, taking a break from the heat before they continued walking through the town. Alex scratched at his face, his fingers pulling through a little more hair than they had the night before. The meal was a nice reprieve, showcasing some delicious local cuisine to his parents. He took the chance to explain their next destinations, and before long they were back walking up the hills. Alex was glad he’d worn shorts today, it was brutal even for June. His exposed legs had begun taking on the same tone as the rest of him, no longer standing out as pale twigs. Curly hairs brushed against his shorts as they grew en masse, traveling from his pubes downward. The hairs pushed out of his growing thighs, a burgeoning field of dark curls spreading across them. His calves experienced the same, putting on size before getting engulfed with black hair.

They’d made it to the stadium and viewpoint at the top. Alex left the couple to take in the vista and address his current problem; his shoes were way too tight. Luckily, it seemed he’d worn sandals for the day. He bent over to loosen the straps, giving some breathing room to his now size 15 feet, not noticing the coarse hairs popping out across the tops of them. Even his toes were hairy now. He stood back up and looked out over the valley, scratching his ass that had been a little itchy. The same thick curly hairs had started bursting out of his crack, creating a furry mass between his cheeks. The hairs spread out, growing like weeds over the expanse of his ass. The sweat dripping down his widening back helped the hairs take root, and they shot upward sprouting from the small of his back. His lats grew darker as black fur erupted before climbing up to his neck and blending with the thick coating on his shoulders. The coarse curly hairs grew dense and long enough to push his damp shirt nearly an inch away from his body all around. Curly black hairs poked out of the back of his shirt collar too, mirroring the front side.

The sun had begun to hang lower in the sky, signaling it time to head back to the bus station. Alex’s legs had bulked up enough to handle the constant walking up and down, as he should be used to it by now. He guided the couple back down to the town and they got on their way back to Athens, another multi-hour journey. He felt his seat was even smaller this time, his body having swelled with muscle and mass throughout the day. As the bus bumped along the mountain roads, Alex stared at his reflection in the window. His short beard was pushing out. Hairs grew longer, curling together. More hairs sprouted to fill the gaps, climbing higher on his cheeks. The beard grew incredibly dense, adding another couple years to his face. He finally gave in and scooted over, taking up both seats. The bulky man then closed his eyes for an hour until the familiar noise of Athens began leaking through the windows.

They stopped at the station, and he grabbed the couple’s bags from the rack. WIth that motion, his short sleeve shirt that had been taught against his massive chest all day gave out, bursting open. His thick chest and belly and the incredible rug that covered them were exposed, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for him, especially in the summer. He lugged the bags to the curb and handed them over. The woman was exhausted looking, but still had a beaming smile.

“Oh, thank you so much Alexios! You’ve been amazing these last two days.” He swallowed, a large adam’s apple bulging out of his throat, “You’re very welcome. Enjoy the rest of your visit to Greece,” he said with a baritone voice and accent.

The man handed him a large stack of bills as a thank you, and the two headed off towards their hotel. Alexios sighed, it had been an exhausting day. And after all that, he needed to prepare for the new tourists he was to guide the next day.

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