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jockbender · 2 years

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How do I Look Son?

This story is inspired by the awesome stories at https://myperfectdad.tumblr.com.

When I look in the mirror these days, I struggle to think of myself as 26 years old. Ever since my Son took me to the Dad Lab, anyone looking at me would think I was every bit the husky, mature Dad that I appear to be.

Looking back, I don’t know why I was so resistant to the idea of becoming my boyfriend’s Dad but then, back then, I was just an immature boy and I can see now that it took a strong alpha like my Son to see the potential in me and bring it to life. Of course, being only three years older than him, the idea of Dad and Son roleplay was a bit weird at first but I started to get into it until he suggested we make it permanent.

What started out as a suggestion I start wearing a full suit and tie around the house ended up in a huge argument where I stormed out. I took off for a long walk to cool off and was just on the point of turning back when everything suddenly went black.

The next thing I knew, I woke up, bound to a chair with some kind of helmet strapped onto me and wires and probes sticking out all over my body and an IV line in my arm. I struggled briefly against my restraints but before I could even test the straps that bound me, I felt the cool sensation of something being released into the IV and everything went fuzzy. My last memory was of slipping in and out of consciousness until a blissful darkness enveloped me and I felt myself drifting away.

After what seemed like only a few minutes but which I later learned was really a month, I woke up groggily in our bed in my Son’s house with a feeling of stiffness, both in my body and my cock.

Without even thinking, my hand drifted to my rigid tool under the sheets and it was only when I pulled back the covers to reveal a thick chest liberally sprinkled with greying hair that I started to piece together what had happened.

Leaping out of bed, my body felt strange and clumsy as I looked down past a slight paunch to see that my abs had been consumed by a hairy muscle gut that nearly obscured the view of my now circumsized cock. Stumbling to the mirror I gasped as I saw a stranger reflected back at me. A beefy, hairy man with a bald head and thick beard who looked to be well into his forties.

Hearing the door open, I spun around, my hard pole bobbing about in front of me as my Son entered the room and greeted me.

‘Up and about I see Dad! How are you feeling?’

‘Son?’ I asked, somehow unable to say his name as I’d intended and struck by the gravelly, deep tone of my voice. ‘What in the heavens have you done to me?’

‘What does it look like Dad?’ He replied smiling at me. ‘You’ve had a makeover at the Dad Lab like we discussed.’

’Gosh darn it Son,’ I said, feeling as though I should be mad as hell but instead, remaining calm and passive. ‘I thought we’d agreed not to do that.’

‘No, you said you didn’t want to so I used their collection service to have you picked up. I know you’re not mad at me because I had you programmed that way so why don’t you get dressed and join me downstairs. You’re taking me out to dinner at Renato’s on fifth so make an effort and I’ll see you downstairs in ten.’

Feeling a sudden sense of calmness and an urge obey, I quickly agreed and stepped over to the closet opening it up to reveal a huge array of conservative, clothes from smart slacks and chinos to dress shirts, a selection of suits and shoes for every occasion. There was no sign of my old clothes and the only informal pieces I could see were some neatly folded black compression gear, presumably for the gym, and a pair of expensive looking running shoes.

Realising I was going to get in trouble for being late if I didn’t get a scoot on, I quickly dressed in what I realised is my favourite navy suit, complemented perfectly with a crisp white dress shirt and subtly patterned navy tie. My still rigid cock tented the front of my suit pants as I joined my Son in the hallway as I couldn’t seem to get it to go down.

‘How do I look, Son?’ I asked meekly, hoping he’d appreciate my choice of clothing and secretly hoping the sight of my cock was turning him on.

‘Looking sharp Dad.’ He complimented me as I entered before resting his hand gently on my throbbing bulge. ‘But lose the hard on, we don’t want to cause a scene do we?’

Immediately, I felt my cock soften and he must have seen the look on my face. ‘Don’t worry Dad, one word and we can have you hard again if I feel like it. Of course, you’re an avowed bottom now so that probably won’t be necessary but you never know. I might have you top Cody’s Dad one day.’

I smiled, as the memory of Cody’s Dad, Richard came to me and I wondered if he’d been to the Dad Lab too. He was certainly a very hot Dad and of course his Son, Cody was gorgeous too. I’d look forward to spending time with them but for now, it was time to take my own Son out and show him my appreciation for everything he’s done for me.

As I slipped into the passenger seat of what used to be my Lexus and adjusted my tie, I realised how foolish I’d been not to agree to go to the Dad Lab in the first place. A few minutes later, I showed my appreciation to my Son as he drove us to Renato’s by giving his beautiful cock a well deserved tongue bath as we headed down the freeway. Life sure is great for a Dad like me!

#suit and tie #beefy #ageing up #beard #gay daddy #Daddy and Son #transformed by technology #mental transformation #Personality Change #mental change #submissive

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jockbender · 2 years

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Meeting Mr Vittori

'Bryan? Are you there? Hello!'

There was no response to Dan's calls as he wandered through the open front door and into hall.

Bryan had called him ten minutes earlier to ask him to come over so he couldn't understand where his friend was or why he wasn't answering. A cough from the direction of the living room caught his attention and he knocked on the door and peered in.

'Oh my god, Mr. Vittori, I'm sorry... Shit!' Dan said as he took in the sight of his friend's dad, Frank, reclining on the sofa, legs splayed open as he groped his cock through the fabric of his suit pants.

To his surprise, Mr. Vittori didn't react to the sudden interruption and instead started talking.

'Like what you see son?' Frank said to a paralysed Dan, stroking his thick beard with one hand and groping his bulge with the other.

'I... Shit.' Dan sputtered again weakly, turning away and then, slowly looking back again, drawn irresistibly by the god like vision on the chair.

'I know you find me attractive, son' Frank said, standing to his full six three height as he unzipped his flies and pulled his firm cock out from the confines of his pants, the veiny tool bobbing seductively above his nuts as they swung against his thick, meaty legs.

'No sir, I don't. I mean what? How?' Dan mumbled, staring transfixed into the deep brown eyes set in Mr. Vittori's handsome, masculine face.

'Bryan' Frank replied simply.

'Bryan?' Dan said in surprise, unable to bring himself to believe that his best friend would have told his old man that he had a crush on him.

'Sure, let me show you.' Frank pulled back the crisp folded cuff of his dress shirt and tapped briefly at the screen of his watch. In the same instant, Frank's face and hair suddenly shifted into Bryan's familiar features, his youthful eighteen year old head looking incongruous on the forty five year old body of his father.

'What the fuck! Bryan, is that you..?' Said Dan in shock, taking in the sight incredulously, his eyes still drawn periodically back to the throbbing tool poking out from the jockstrap.

'Pretty cool huh?' Bryan said in his normal voice. 'This watch is some kind of reality altering device that my dad was working on. I found it the other day when I was looking for the key to his drinks cabinet. It lets whoever's wearing it change their appearance and clothes in almost any way you can imagine.'

He tapped the watch again and in an instant, Bryan's head transformed back into the rugged features of his father.

'So you see son,' Bryan continued in his dad's rumbling bass. 'I know you find me attractive and,' he went on, reaching out and taking Dan's hand and placing it on his still rock hard cock, 'as we have the place to ourselves until tomorrow, I thought you and I could get to know each other better?'

'But Bryan...' Dan started before being silenced by a stern rebuke.

'That's Mr. Vittori, or Sir to you son' Bryan corrected him firmly. 'And no buts, you're in my house now son, so I think you'd better do as I say, slip out of those clothes and join me on the couch.'

Dan flushed with excitement, his cock tenting out the front of his ball shorts as he squeezed Mr. Vittori's cock gently and imagined what it would taste and smell like.

'Yes Sir' said Dan, hurriedly dropping his shorts and pulling his t-shirt and sneakers off.

'That's better. Now I'm going sit down here and fire up a cigar while you can give my pole a good tongue bath. I've had a tough day at the office and I worked up a good ol' sweat on the commute home, so I want to be satisfied you've got me nice and clean before I'll even consider pounding your ass.'

Bryan lowered his dad's body easily into the deep leather chair and spread his thick legs wide. Dan wasted no time in crawling in between his friend’s dad’s meaty legs where he paused briefly to sniff the heady musk of sweat and leather emanating from the polished black dress shoes on his feet.

Lifting himself up onto his knees, Dan's cock dribbled a copious ooze of precum onto the silk rug as he eagerly took his friend's dad's throbbing pole between his lips and pushed his head forward, allowing the entire length to slide into his throat until his nose rested among the warm hairs at the base of his cock.

Inhaling deeply, he moaned in perfect time with the rasping breath of the hot muscle daddy he'd fantasised over for so many years. Looking up, he saw that Mr. Vittori, had pulled his shirt, tie and jacket open, exposing his wide, muscular chest and was now pulling at his rock hard nips and growling in pleasure as Dan's tongue flicked back and forth over his equipment.

A few minutes later, Dan grunted softly in ecstasy as he lay on his back on Mr. Vittori's desk, legs held tightly in the muscle daddy's strong, hairy hands while the same fat cock pushed irresistibly into his eager hole.

When the bristles of Mr. Vittori's beard rubbed against his upper lip a moment later as the hot daddy kissed him roughly, he finally blew his load. Clenching the tight muscles of his ass and shivering with excitement, he milked out a hot load of daddy cum into his rectum and knew by the guttural groan that came from the man he'd lusted after so long, that this was just the start of an afternoon he'd never forget.

#suit and tie #daddy #ageing up #ageing #transformed by technology #father and son

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jockbender · 2 years

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If a pair of douchy frat bros turned up at your five star hotel and started acting like dicks around the pool and disturbing your vacation, you’d probably be pretty pissed.

Unfortunately, when life throws shit like that at you there’s not usually much you can do. You could probably complain to the hotel management but that often seems to make people like that act up even more out of spite. Like most folks, you’d probably settle for an easy life, keep a low profile and try to pretend they’re not there, right?

If I wasn’t a bonafide warlock perhaps that’s what I’d do too but old magic runs strong and deep in my family so when one of the musclebound idiots, Troy, I think his name was, knocked my beer over with a badly aimed throw of his mini-football, it was inevitable that something had to give.

A quick wave of my hand quickly began to bring things under control as the two guys involuntarily found themselves peeling off their baggy board shorts and vests to expose, much to their horror, revealing speedos that had magically appeared underneath.

Of course, they were so surprised at their unexpected strip-tease and new swimwear that I don’t think either of them noticed that the thick, beefy muscle they’d obviously sweated hours for in the gym quickly melted away, reducing them to a pair of beautifully toned twunks with golden tan skin and adorable faces.

It was hilarious to eavesdrop on their stereotypical ‘bro-talk’ as they frantically tried to make sense of their transformation but it didn’t take long for the last part of the spell to take effect and in no time, Troy had his hands around Cody’s waist as he pulled him in for a hug and nibbled on his ear.

Of course, things got a bit more intimate from there and if I’m honest, I’m not sure some of the other guests appreciated Troy’s enthusiastic moans as he deep throated the full length of Cody’s impressive pole like a professional hustler. The middle aged dude on the opposite side of the pool from me in particular looked like he was about to have a fit but under that prudish exterior I’ll bet there was a kinky muscle bear just waiting to get out.

A muttered spell and a few moments later found Cody and Troy being ushered upstairs by their handsome new daddy, Cody squirming in delight as the beefy, muscular bear worked a fat, stubby finger into his eager boipussy. I picked up my book, took a sip of a fresh beer and let out a sigh of satisfaction as Troy trotted excitedly behind the other two and disappeared up to their daddy’s suite. Peace reigned once more!

#jock to twink #twunk #magic #transformation #shrinking #speedo #Muscle Growth #daddy #gay daddy #revenge

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jockbender · 2 years

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Roomie Remodelled

Today's Saturday and I felt like kicking back first thing and enjoying a blowjob so my roommate, Paul did the honours by being my cousin Ritchie for the morning. He certainly played the role well but that's because at the moment he doesn't remember that he's not really my cousin.

Thanks to the power of my Chronivac, Paul thinks he's always been Richie - with a few modifications of course. The real Ritchie is straight as an arrow so naturally he wouldn't be caught dead sucking my cock. The real Ritchie is also a bit of a prude and doesn't like to show his sexy, tattooed bod but that's not a problem since I dialled down his inhibitions, turned him gay and gave him a fetish for jockstraps and sweaty gym gear.

Now not only is Paul behaving like an uninhibited, gay version of Ritchie, he also thinks Saturday morning blowjobs are a regular gig for us. Man, the feel of his lips and tongue on my pole was unbelievable and it didn’t take long for me to blow my load into his mouth once he got to work.

Watching Ritchie's sniffing his pits after I returned the favour by sucking him off is getting me horned up again so I think I’ll reset my nuts and have another round. The security guard at the mall's got a rocking bod and I bet once I’ve transformed Paul into a clone of him, his lips’ll look great slurping on my cock too.

#chronivac #blowjob #transformation #roleplay #mental change #transformed by technology #mental transformation #jockbro #jock

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jockbender · 2 years

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Reversal Mix Up

I'd always wondered what it would be like to be a submissive, bottom boi like my fuckbuddy Jake and the body switching amulet I got from the Spells R Us store sounded exactly what was needed, promising to swap our roles in the sack and add a new twist to our sex life.

Unfortunately, the spell didn't work out as planned. I got Jake's lithe, toned body alright but I'm definitely still a top and weirdly, I even kept my deep, bass voice. Poor Jake didn't fare any better of course. Oh, he's still the submissive, lisping bottom boi he's always been only now he's trapped in the hairy, masculine body of a muscle daddy!

As first, we were a bit pissed the spell hadn't worked but with twenty four hours to run until we switched back, I wasn't about to waste the opportunity to deploy Jake's body's youthful stamina on my old body's virgin hole.

After working his ass over with my tongue for a few minutes, I quickly slid my slender new cock into my old body's tight boipussy and began to pound it rhythmically, relishing the exceptionally tight muscles that Jake eagerly and expertly worked around my tool as I thrust in and out

I couldn't help smirking as Jake moaned and gasped in delight as I rammed him, his eyes closed in bliss as he alternated between tweaking his puffy nips and jerking his cock. The girly squeak his big bearish body finally gave after a few minutes when I filled his ass with my boy cum made me laugh out loud and left me thinking that this was a switch up we’d definitely need to try again!

#role reversal #daddy #bear #beefy #twink #body swap #plan goes awry #amulet #spells r us

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jockbender · 2 years

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Playing With Cody’s Dad

'Dude! Your dad's cock is thick as fuck!' I moaned as Cody plunged his old man's tool as far it would go into my ass and bucked his hips gently back and forth.

'Tell me about it bro!' Cody replied in his dad's rumbling bass as his own unmistakable smile beamed back at me from his father's face. He leant back, loosening his tie and pulling open his shirt to expose his beefy, thick chest as he let me ride him to yet another mind blowing orgasm, filling my ass with his hot creamy Daddy load.

I leaned in for a long, lingering kiss and couldn't help throwing another boner as the thick, silver goatee and mustache scratched my face and my cock rubbed against his soft hairy belly.

As he flipped me over and went down on my rock hard pole, Cody made me promise that we could use the magic zipper on my uncle tomorrow.

It would be a shame not to spend the day fucking around with Cody's dad but on the other hand, my uncle James is a totally ripped muscle daddy. Slipping into his body for the day and pounding Cody would be all the compensation I'd need!

#daddy #ageing #shirt and tie #beefy #goatee #silver fox #open shirt #dilf #magic zipper

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jockbender · 2 years

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24 Hour Chavs

'You fuckin' idiot, we're supposed to be flying home tomorrow. Who the fuck's gonna believe we're a couple of thirty eight year old executives when we look like this?'

I shrugged, looking down in horror and surprise at the cheap tracksuit and trainers that had replaced my suit.

The ad that had popped up on my laptop had promised to give me and a friend twenty four hours of fun we'd never forget. When I'd clicked the button to find out more, there was a sudden flash of light and when it faded, Gareth and I had somehow been transformed into two tracksuit wearing chavs standing in a deserted car park in London.

I looked over at Gareth again, still not quite able to believe what had happened. There were traces of his face in there but the young man in trackies, trainers and a polo shirt was a far cry from the heavy set, suited man he'd been a moment before.

I was feeling a bit fucked up. I remembered he'd been a propa fit muscle dad before but that seemed all wrong cos I knew he was really my best mate, Gaz.

He looked up at me again and winked.

'Fuck me bruv' he said in a strong east London accent, 'you look fit as fuck in that gear. Want me to suck you off?’

'Fuck off Gaz!' I said in horror. 'It's me Jayden, I mean… uh, James. Shit, this isn't who we are, remember?'

'Stop dicking about, Jay.. You know you want it!’ said Gaz, grinning as he got down on his knees and pulled my cock out of my trackies and into his hot, wet mouth.

Twenty four hours later, a tired and haggard looking Gareth and James boarded a late flight home in silence. Neither wanted to mention the afternoon of teenage sex they’d had as Gav and Jay and the subsequent night they'd spent as the boys sucking off and being fucked by hot muscle daddies at clubs across the town.

Having said that, neither mentioned to the other that they’d bookmarked that website. Just in case…

#chavs #trackies #youthening #old to young #british #scally #transformation #transformed by technology

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jockbender · 2 years

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Encounter with Akbar

When I found the old brass lamp as I was helping dad clear out Aunt Jane’s house, I couldn’t help rubbing it.

Before she died, I’d never met her and even though dad had said she was ‘kooky’ I’d never really taken him seriously until I started to help clear away the weird occult junk that filled her house.

Obviously, I didn’t expect anything to happen when I rubbed my thumb on the side of the tarnished old lamp but when a cloud of purple mist streamed out of the nozzle and condensed into this built Arab guy in silk pyjamas, I realised I’d hit the jackpot and found a bonafide genie.

Introducing himself as Akbar, the genie of the lamp, he proudly announced that with the three wishes he would grant me as his new master, I could turn my dead end life around and live my dreams of being one of the successful, popular guys at college.

Naturally my first wish was to be the richest guy on campus. Our family wasn’t exactly poor but money was always a bit tight and I longed to have the freedom those rich kids enjoyed to buy what they wanted, go on vacations abroad and generally live it up. Sure enough, the second I’d told Akbar what I wanted, there was a flash of light and I saw in the mirror on the sideboard that I now had a slick new hairstyle with subtle highlights and was dressed head to toe in designer threads. A quick look in the expensive leather wallet that’d replaced the ratty canvas one in my back pocket revealed it was a stuffed with cash and platinum credit cards but strangely, it all felt kind of natural as if things had always been that way.

I didn’t waste any time in asking Akbar for my second wish: to be the most popular guy on campus. As soon as I said the words, he smiled, winked and with a blinding flash, I found myself changed yet again.

This time, something felt a bit off though. My thoughts felt sluggish and for a moment, I found myself checking out Akbar like he was a chick or something. I mean, he had awesome muscles and it looked like he was packing a big schlong too but I’d never had thoughts like that about a bro before. As I tried to clear my head, I realised that, my clothes had changed again and I wasn’t dressed in my usual preppy polo and chinos anymore. Instead, I was wearing a black stringer tank and ball shorts which I guess kind of made sense as I was totally stacked with muscle just like the dudes at the gym who do nothing all day but lift, down protein shakes and juice themselves with roids.

Adjusting my cap in the mirror so the bill pointed back like I usually wore it, I couldn’t help checking out my thick, heavy guns and swole forearms as the muscles flexed under my tight skin. I began to throw a boner in my ball shorts as I checked myself out and even though Akbar was still hovering there, I was thinking about stroking one out to my reflection when dad suddenly walked in on us.

Weirdly, he didn’t pay any attention to Akbar as he continued with his usual bitching about how I was a slacker and wouldn’t ever be smart enough to join his law firm when I left college. I never got what made him think I’d be interested in working with those stiffs, after all, it wasn’t like I needed the money and the guys who worked there were a bunch of uptight losers.

As dad carried on yammering about cutting out the all night keggers and studying harder, I finally flipped and without really thinking it through, wished that he’d quit bitching and accept me and my lifestyle. As soon as I finished speaking, Akbar clapped his hands, laughing out loud as another flash of light filled the room but this time, when the flash faded, Akbar and the lamp had disappeared and it was just me and pops in the room. Well, someone who looked kinda like pops...

Instead of the stuffy, overbearing lawyer who’d even wear a dress shirt and slacks at the weekend, pops had turned into a swole as fuck bodybuilder, dressed up like a total muscle-bro in ball shorts and a Miami heat jersey. He even had a ball cap on backwards just like I like to wear mine.

He didn’t seem to notice anything was different, but when he started talking excitedly about finishing up and heading to the gym for leg day, I realised it was more than just his appearance that’d changed. He sounded like a total bro, all cocky and overconfident – more like one of my buds from the frat than a fifty year old lawyer.

As we finished packing, it was kinda weird to see pops acting like one of the bros but once we got to talking about lifting and his next competition, it was easy conversation like I have with the guys back the frat. After a few minutes shooting the breeze, I couldn’t remember why I’d ever thought pops and me didn’t get on, especially when it was him that got me into lifting.

As we took a breather before locking up, I caught myself checking pops out, especially the bulge of his massive baby maker outlined in his shorts. He must have noticed because he grinned, dropped the shorts, pulled his dong out from the sweaty jock he was wearing and waved it at me with a wink. For a second, something seemed weird about him showing me his junk but then I remembered how bros help bros out and before I knew it, I was on my knees taking the full length of his pole down my throat as he face fucked me and told me how proud he was.

When he finally busted his nut over my face, I eagerly licked the cum from my lips and reminded myself again how lucky I was to have a loaded, successful bodybuilder for a dad.

Even if it was possible, I couldn’t have wished for a better life!

#nerd to jock #bodybuilder #genie #transformation #mental transformation

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jockbender · 3 years

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Pool Bros

I was pleased to see that Marty and Ricky were sunning themselves as instructed when I got home. Thanks to the Ring of Change, they’d always have perfect tans but pool boys are expected to put some hours in on the sun lounger and I wanted them to keep up appearances.

I hadn’t intended to have two pool boys originally but after I carelessly let my neighbor Matthew see me transform my boyfriend Richard from a pudgy bear of an office worker into my sleek new pool boy Ricky, I’d had no choice but to deal with him too.

When he confronted me about Ricky the next day as I was preparing to leave the house for work, I quickly realised he must have seen me changing Richard. Fortunately, he didn’t know about the Ring or he might have jumped me for it but even so, I couldn’t have anyone know my secret.

As a former Navy Seal, now a cop, Matthew always kept himself in shape and I’d occasionally wondered what he’d be like in the sack when I saw him doing yard work wearing nothing but shorts and sneakers, the sun gleaming on his hairy, corded muscle. I briefly considered making him my obedient bodyguard and sex slave, imagining his bulky muscles, waxed smooth, confined in smart in a black suit and tie by day and trussed up in a leather harness at night. It would be hot to pound his ass while he begged me to fill him with my seed but in the end, I decided it would be more fun to transform him into Ricky’s brother ‘Marty’ and make him a pool boy too.

For an extra twist, I thought it’d be funny to leave the memory of his old life intact but leave him thinking he’d begged me to turn him into a slutty pool boy after seeing Ricky’s transformation.

Of course as soon as I made the wish, the Ring worked its magic and as Matthew’s bulky frame dwindled into its new form, his trademark polo and chinos quickly evaporated into thin air leaving him wearing only a bright red speedo that showed off his toned muscles and smooth caramel tan skin magnificently.

After looking his new body up and down approvingly in the hall mirror and thanking me profusely for making 'his dream’ of being a pool boy come true, I couldn’t help smiling as he his fingers tentatively explored the ridges of his new abs and caressed his cock teasingly through the sheer fabric of his speedo, causing my own pole to harden in my running shorts.

Not wanting to blow my load there and then, I quickly escorted Marty out into the garden where he greeted his new brother enthusiastically in a warm embrace before sliding a hand into Ricky’s speedo to fondle his firm ass.

As I admired my handiwork, I slipped my running shorts off and sliding into the hot tub, beckoned my two sexy pool boys to join me among the bubbles for a little playtime with Daddy!

#age down #oblivious #muscle loss #daddy #Daddy and Son #brothers #incest #hairless #cursed #magic

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jockbender · 3 years

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Scally Life

I was running later than usual and he caught my eye immediately as he sat there smoking a fag and tapping at his mobile. He was a good looking guy in his late teens or early twenties, lean and smooth and of course, dressed in the usual chav uniform of tracksuit and trainers that dropout kids like him all wear these days. He looked up from his phone, the fag still dangling from his lips and noticed me staring at him. I guess he must have realised I was checking him out because he gave me a nasty scowl before turning his attention back to his phone.

I blushed a bit of course but I couldn’t deny that I’d been checking him out. He was so different from me and it gave me kind of a thrill to wonder what his life was like and what he looked like under the cheap, nylon clothes. I imagined a smooth, hairless body with nice, defined abs, maybe a couple of cheap, vulgar tattoos and a firm cock and I felt myself begin to chub up. I adjusted my briefcase to hide the bulge in my suit and checked again carefully to see if he was still looking at me.

I needn’t have worried. He was back at his phone so I took the opportunity for another glance and that was when it happened. You know when you’re daydreaming about stuff without really thinking? Well I was doing that, imagining the things I’d do in his body if I was a sexy scally like him when I was suddenly knocked of my feet by what felt like hurricane.

For a few moments, it felt like I was drowning and flying all at the same time before suddenly, everything stopped and in the stillness, I found myself seated back at the bus stop staring a phone in my hands.

I looked around a bit disoriented and confused before joining the dots and realising that somehow I’d ended up inside the body of the kid I’d just been admiring. The feeling of being in his body was weird, different but kind of familiar at the same time and I had to take a deep breath to try and stay calm. Running my tongue over unfamiliar teeth, I tasted the strong aroma of cigarettes in my mouth and I recognised the intense craving for nicotine that I’d managed to kick years before when I’d given up the habit. It was a hell of a craving and I don’t think I could remember ever wanting a ciggie so badly.

There was something about the sensations of this new body that clicked in my mind in a way that made it feel surprisingly normal. I knew I should be freaking out but instead I felt a bit spaced, with a warm fuzzy feeling like the time I’d tried a joint when I was at uni. I could feel the silky fabric of his tracksuit bottoms on my legs and the soft tightness of his trainers around my feet. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming but sure enough it was real. I’d really become him and thinking back to my fantasy, it kind of turned me on.

I looked over cautiously to where I’d been standing, expecting to see my old body but to my surprise, there was no one there. Turning to my left, I asked the woman sitting next to me if she’d seen a man in a suit where I’d been stood a moment ago. My voice sounded different, rougher and it came out with a strong London accent that I’d never had before and couldn’t seem to control or change. She looked at me disdainfully, like I was something nasty she’d stepped in and said she hadn’t seen anyone. I looked back at the spot where I’d been a moment ago and realised that I was finding it hard to concentrate on the moment before the change. It felt a bit like a dream where things quickly get harder to remember after you wake up.

By this point, I was starting to feel a bit panicky. I was stuck in the body of some kid I didn’t know anything about and my old body seemed to have vanished into thin air.

With trembling fingers, I pulled out a fag and fired it up which always helped calmed me down a bit. I decided to see if there were any clues to my new identity on my phone so I unlocked it and flicked through the contacts, stopping as a name stood out, ‘Jase’. Maybe I could go to his place while I worked out what to do next. Getting up from the seat I started to walk in the direction of his house and that was when it hit me — I’d accessed my phone and recognised a contact without even thinking about it. Shit! I didn’t just look like the him, I was starting to think like him.

In a kind of panic, I tried to remember my old name but it was like some kind of fuzzy mental block had gone up. Was it Rylan? I thought it might be but I wasn’t sure. As I walked, I noticed that people seemed to avoid me. I pulled up the hood on my top defiantly and found myself slipping into character as I adopted a cocky swagger. “Fuck ‘em”, I thought if they’ve got a problem, that’s their issue.

In a few minutes, I reached Jase’s house and not sure what else to do, I rang the bell. When Jase answered, I had strange, conflicting sensations of both recognition and unfamiliarity. He was a fit lad, probably about nineteen and he looked well horny in his grey Puma tracksuit and Airmax trainers. Under his top, I could tell he had a good upper body and I felt myself starting to get a lob on in my boxers as my eyes stayed for just a bit too long looking the outline of his cock which I could see through his trackies.

He welcomed me like we were old mates which I suppose we were now but I could tell he’d noticed me checking out his package 'cos he raised an eyebrow and gave me a funny look. I mumbled an excuse about not feeling a bit rough and ran to the bathroom, not really caring how or why I knew the way.

Slamming the door behind me, I took in my reflection in the bathroom mirror for the first time. My new body was fit as fuck and I couldn’t help grinning at my reflection in the mirror as I unzipped my tracksuit top to reveal firm, tight abs that were even hotter than I’d fantasised.

By this point I’d popped a proper hard on in my trackies and I began to rub my cock thinking of Jase downstairs. I remembered, somehow, that his mum worked at Iceland on Tuesdays so I decided to take a chance. Peeling off my top completely, I marvelled at the full sleeve of tattoos on my right arm as I headed for Jase’s room. It was a mess as usual but I saw what I wanted straight away, a discarded Rangers footie top lying on the floor. I picked it up and pressed it to my nose, drawing in his smell as I carried on rubbing my cock. I was hard as a rock by now and horny as fuck so, I pulled the top on, enjoying the silky feeling of the nylon fabric as I slid it down onto my smooth, new bod.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, hardly able to believe what I saw. A hard looking, tattooed scally in a football shirt and trackies, clothes the old me would never have dared to wear and so different looking from the suited and booted loser I’d started the day as a few hours ago. I grinned cockily and adjusted a couple of strand of hair to get my look just right before heading back down, my cock still tenting the front of my trackies.

'Didn’t 'ave you down as a poof Ry!’ Jase said sarcastically as I strutted into the living room where Jase was playing Modern Warfare.

He looked up from the game and stuck his tongue in his cheek like he was sucking a cock. 'Is that my top you’re wearin’ ya perv?’ he said, clearly recognising the shirt.

'Yeah, looks alright though innit!’ I said as I rubbed my cock suggestively again.

Jase leant back on the sofa, and without even looking at me, pulled his tackle out from his trackies and began to stoke his meat.

'Come on then big stuff’ he said finally. 'You want it? Come and get it!’ He looked up at me and nodded in the direction of his crotch.

I was kind of on autopilot as I walked over to him, licking my lips before dropping to my knees and resting my hands on his thighs. I could smell his cheap deodorant and see the rise and fall of his chest under as I lowered my head and took his thick cock in my mouth.

He moaned loudly when I took the whole length of his pole in one go and he quickly put his hands on my head, guiding me as I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip and, one at a time, taking his furry nuts in my mouth.

'Oh, fuck!’ he groaned as I flicked my tongue up and down his shaft with increasing speed. 'Where’d you learn to blow like that?’

I looked up at him with a grin, a thread of pre cum falling onto my chin as I pulled away from his cock. I thought for a moment, trying to remember where I’d learned to suck cock and couldn’t really come up with anything.

'I dunno mate’ I said. 'Guess I’m a natural!’

'Too fucking right you are!’ he said, putting his hands on my head and guiding my lips back onto his tool.

I got properly stuck in this time and had a raging lob on oozing precum into my trackies too. Fuck, I was so hard for Jase, I didn’t know why we hadn’t done this ages ago.

I looked up again and realised that he was filming me on his phone now while I blew him. Fuck, that turned me on even more and in no time I’d worked him up enough to milk a creamy load of scally cum out of him. I licked him clean and pulled myself up on the sofa next to him. He lit up a joint and passed over his phone where the video of me sucking him off was playing with the sound turned up full.

As I watched the video of myself blowing my best mate like a proper slut, I couldn’t help tugging one out. When I eventually blew my load, it went everywhere as usual but Jase just laughed and offered me a toke on the spliff. We passed it back a forth until it burnt out. In the buzz from the gear, I realised that this was what life was all about — two horny mates chillin’ with a joint and enjoying a bit of a fuck about.

As the buzz eased off and we played a bit of Halo, it wasn’t long before the sight of Jase got me popping a boner again. He must have been up for it too 'cos this time he took the lead and in a few minutes we were up in his room kneeling shirtless in just our trackies on his bed enjoying a rough snog.

As I wrapped my arms around his waist, I wondered what my first fuck with a bloke would be like. For a second, I had this weird feeling like a flashback or something where I was older and I’d fucked tons of guys but I suppose that just the weed screwing with me again. I soon forgot about it anyway when he pulled my cock out of my trackies and began to work on me with his hot, wet mouth. Seems like he’s a natural too!

#chav #scally #transformation #body posession #body swap #trackies #british #mental transformation

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Stereotype Special

With Gayaway Cruises, you never knew what kind of vacation you were going to get until you’d been processed at the embarkation terminal. The only thing that was certain was that Gayaway were famous for their Stereotype Specials each summer where everyone on board was transformed into a gay stereotype for the duration of the two week trip.

Twenty two year old couple Paul and Benjamin were excited and nervous as they stepped together into a couples processing pod and lay down on the two beds inside. As the doors swished shut, and the grey cloud of nanites entered through a vent in the wall, they held each other’s hand and smiled in excitement, wondering who they’d become.

Benjamin’s friend Malcolm, a slim, bookish redhead had done the cruise last year and it was him who’d convinced them to try it. His description of emerging from the processing pod as a hairy bodybuilder covered in tattoos had enthralled them both but what clinched the decision was his explanation of how the process tweaked his thought patterns and personality to make him act like the man he appeared to be.

Malcolm told him that as soon as he woke up in the pod, he immediately knew intimate details of his new identity from his new age of thirty nine to his job in construction and preference for topping muscular jocks, something, as an avowed bottom, he’d never have been interested in before. Fortunately with Gayaway, every preference was catered for with the exact numbers of each group of stereotypes to ensure that no one went home disappointed.

It was with these thoughts in their minds that Benjamin and Paul slipped into unconsciousness and the nanites began their work.

When Paul dazedly came around, the first thing he noticed was that he felt horny – really horny and with an insistent, rock hard erection between his legs to prove it. Unthinkingly, he started to work his hands over his pole in an effort to relieve himself. Fumbling clumsily with his tool, he became aware of a man’s laugh as strong, meaty arms helped him, with some difficulty, into a sitting position where, as his vision came into focus, he recognised … Benjamin?

No, that wasn’t right, it wasn’t Benjamin, it was Brad, his best friend from the construction crew they’d both worked these past thirty years. But Brad was his boyfriend too right? No… somehow that didn’t make sense either. After all, how could Brad be his boyfriend if they were both married with kids?

He clasped his head in confusion with both hands, not even noticing the wide expanse of smooth skin where a moment before there’d been thick brown hair. As he shook his head to clear it, Brad reminded him that they were on a Gayaway Cruise and slowly he began to piece together the details of the transformation pod and how they’d committed to spend two weeks living a gay stereotype fantasy chosen at random by the cruise organisers.

As he wrapped his head around the sight of the beefy man in his late forties who, until a moment before had been a slender twenty three year old, Pete – as he now thought of himself – marvelled at the completeness of their transformations. His youthful boyfriend was gone, replaced by a handsome, if stocky middle aged man with receding salt and pepper hair, pierced nipple and even a silver wedding band. Looking down, he noticed that his changes hadn’t been any less dramatic. His body was thicker and more muscular and his tight abs were a distant memory, replaced now by a hairy paunch. Even his cock had changed, previously circumcised, it now seemed smaller and with a foreskin that made the mushroom head unbelievably sensitive to the touch.

As he took stock of his transformation, Paul began to realise that along with the physical change, all sense of romantic attraction to Brad seemed to have vanished too. He knew that he should feel disturbed by this but for some reason, the emotions just wouldn’t come. Instead, he found his thoughts kept drifting involuntarily back to taking advantage of being away from his nagging wife and hitting the pool bar to see if he and Brad could snag themselves a couple of cute twinks to fuck.

Two hours later, boyfriends Benjamin and Paul had long since been forgotten by best buds Brad and Pete. The pair were dressed in revealing speedos that left little to the imagination and both their husky bodies on full display. Pete nursed a Bud Lite and a cigar as they coolly surveyed the crowd in the around the pool for a suitable fuck. As the throng heaved to the thudding bass beat, it didn’t take long for Brad and Pete to score and two hours later still, the pair found themselves in Brad’s room, pounding a pair of athletic Korean twins as they squirmed and moaned in ecstasy as the two daddies worked them over.

After blowing the third of what would be many loads over the face of the nearest twin, Pete wiped his cock over the boys eager lips and made a mental note to book him and Brad in for a return visit next year. Sure they could end up transformed into overweight chubs, dumb skinheads or even piss addicted pig slaves but if the other guests aboard the ship were enjoying their experiences half as much as him, Brad and the two twins were, he couldn’t wait to be back.

#aged up #mental change #plan goes awry #gay daddy #balding #beefy #piercing #transformed by technology #nanites #couples #boyfriends #bluecollar #Muscle Growth #cock shrink

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There's a Spell for That

As soon as I opened my apartment door, I knew the enchantment had worked. A gentle sighing moan from the master bedroom could only mean that Fabio, the smoking hot contractor working on remodelling my kitchen, had taken the bait and was ready for me to play with.

I'd been looking forward to this moment all day. Ever since he'd first come by to produce a quotation, I knew I had to have him. Something about his latin good looks, muscular physique and the obvious disdain he had for 'queers' like me combined to make me weak at the knees.

Immediately, I decided that he would be mine and thinking how hot it would be to get the tattooed brute into (and then out of) one of my designer suits, I contrived a plan to make it happen. The enchantment was simplicity itself once I'd discovered one of his dark hairs on the floor in the bathroom. A few muttered words from one of my favourite spell books and all I had to do was slip the hair inside the pocket of the suit I'd selected for Fabio to model for me.

Having to be at work early, I left the suit hanging in my closet with the door and that of my room left invitingly open. If the result last time I used this particular enchantment was anything to go by, Fabio couldn't possibly last more than a few hours before becoming ensnared by the spell's magic. Of course, I'd lose a day on my remodelling project but it would be a small price to pay for an evening in the arms of a stud like Fabio.

Needless to say I didn't get much work done at the office and several people asked if I was OK. If only they knew! My thoughts kept wandering back to my apartment. I imagined the tattooed stud becoming increasingly distracted as he went about his work, drawn for some unknown reason to the closet in my room. Eventually, he wouldn't be able to resist anymore and would enter carefully so as not to disturb anything while looking around, searching the room for the source of his compulsion.

After a moment, his eyes would land on the rich dark material of my suit, hanging so innocently in the closet, and his fate would be sealed. Lifting the hangar from the rail, I imagined the gasp of pleasure and bulge in his work pants as his cock swelled, pre-cum leaking freely into his underwear as the desire to slide into the expensive garment took hold.

Within moments, his normal work attire would be discarded forgotten along with his inhibitions as he began to dress again in my clothes. What colour shirt would he select? Would he pick a tie to match? I had no idea but I couldn't wait to find out.

He'd probably be wondering why he was dressing in his employer's clothes but the nervous, erotic sensations would soon quell any lingering sense or propriety. As each garment slips onto his firm, athletic body, the thrill and sensuous tingle of the expensive fabric would send shivers of excitement to his cock and when finally dressed, he would be captivated, entirely in thrall to the clothes and ready and waiting for his Master.

Walking quietly down the hallway, I peered around and then stood in the doorway to my bedroom and was greeted with a sight that went beyond even my wildest expectations.

Fabio was there, as of course I knew he would be, but what a transformation! Gone was the uncouth, arrogant construction worker I'd hired last week and in his place, a suited stud lay with his pants around his ankles, reclining on my bed as he stroked his delicious looking cock with a smouldering look in his eyes.

I don't know if he'd ever worn a suit before or whether the enchantment had helped him dress but whatever the case, he looked immaculate. The dark suit was set off by a purple tie and the white pocket square neatly accented the crisp white shirt. The tattoos visible on his hands were the only sign that this wasn't a successful executive but a blue collar contractor. The subtle, visible signs of his true personality made my cock twitch with excitement as I drank in the view.

It was clear that any lingering disgust for 'queers and fags' had evidently been purged from the new and improved Fabio as his hungry eyes seemed to devour me in a most gratifying way. He ran his tongue around his beard framed lips slowly and deliberately, glancing suggestively at his hardening member and asked me what I was waiting for.

Wasting no time to take up his invitation, I slipped off my suit jacket and shoes, loosened my tie and eased myself gently onto the bed next to him, our combined weight drawing us closer together as his rich, masculine scent enveloped me. I savoured a brief moment gazing into the rich mocha pools of his eyes before our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss and I surrendered to his assertive hands as they eagerly explored my body.

It's too bad this was just going to be for one night. Unless...I pondered for a moment...there's a spell for that.

#magic #suit and tie #preppification #straight to gay #beard #tattoos #construction worker #bad boy to good boy #brainwashed #reprogrammed

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Carried Away

When my boyfriend Danny agreed to let me use the Ring of Change on him, I don't think he expected the transformations to be quite as extreme as this.

I feel a little bit bad about changing him so much but it's so easy to get carried away when you have such power in your hands. At first, it was just a couple of small changes like a thick, bushy mustache and a nice dusting of hair. He thought that was funny at first but when he asked me to remove the mustache and I refused, he got pissed at me and wouldn't let me fuck him like we agreed. That was when things got out of hand.

Even though he was only twenty, the mustache really suited him and I wanted it to stay so for my next change, I decided to remove his awareness of the previous transformations. It was so funny to see him go from being mad at me to completely accepting of his hairy body and new facial hair. The mustache gave him a mature appearance that I was beginning to find kind of a turn on so I decided to make a few more changes in the same vein.

Before I could even stop to check myself, I'd ramped his age up by twenty years and given him thick dad bod, transforming him from the athletic first string quarterback into the team's beefy coach in a matter of moments. Gazing in awe at the hot as fuck daddy I'd turned Danny into made me pop a boner right there so when he pushed me back onto the sofa, pulled out my tool and began to blow me, you better believe I didn't put up a fight.

As Dan, as he now thought of himself licked a load of my cream off the bristles of his new mustache, I decided to keep him this way. After all, with the Danny the QB out of the way, this could be my chance to impress Dan the Coach with my ball handling skills.

#aged up #mustache #beefy #daddy #oblivious #ring of change #hairy #magical object

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Valeted

They say that with great power comes great responsibility. What they don't tell you is that you can be responsible for both the good and bad in life. I chose to be responsible for bad.

Oh don't look at me like that, I'm no monster. I don't kill babies or drown kittens or anything like that! No, I prefer to let's say, claim what I consider my dues in life. We are after all here for a mere instant and not seizing the opportunities life presents in that brief flicker of existence would be a crime greater than any mortal trivia.

Now I’m not immortal either but I have been bestowed a gift that gives me distinctly god like powers. You saw it earlier didn't you, that captivating flicker of the diamond and the warm, lambent glow of twenty-four carat gold. Yes, it's a beautiful ring isn't it? The way the light is captured by the stone has brought many a man into my spell but enough of them, we're here to talk about you aren't we?

Chet isn't it? What a foolish name. I suppose you have siblings with equally ill thought out names. Brandy or Jaxson or possibly Brody?

Oh I forgot, you can't speak at the present time. Well no matter, we can change your name later. For now, I think we need to work on your body. For someone with so much extra padding, you must have been quite athletic to break into my apartment. Still, it doesn't show in your body so why don't we remove that cheap tracksuit and see what we have to work with.

Ah, you noticed! Yes, the stone glows every time one of my wishes is granted. You'll notice too that you are nude, a fine state of affairs for any boy in my employ but alas one which is still not generally accepted in public. Still, clothing can add so much to a person's appearance and as someone who appreciates the flattering lines and styling of traditional formalwear, you'll never wear anything other than a suit and tie in my presence from now on.

Surprised? Don't be. In a few minutes, nothing will surprise you anymore but I'm getting ahead of myself, now where were we? Ah yes. You really have let yourself go haven't you? I expect you were in fine shape in your twenties, perhaps you played football? Yes? I thought so.

Still, I was never a fan of the football look, I think swimming don't you? Maybe water polo for a little team spirit and sportsmanship. And of course, I'm sure you were much more attractive ten years ago? Or maybe twelve... Yes, that's better, see how much more handsome you look without all that bulky muscle. And twenty-two is such a pleasant age, the first flush of maturity backed by that boundless energy. Yes, you really are a fine figure of youth.

Now, don't look at me like that, I think you like being this way don't you? Really, are you sure? Ah, you saw the glow again didn't you? I wonder if you could tell me about your football plays now? Probably not, but I have no interest in that. I think perhaps you would be more comfortable discussing the history of art. Yes, your major. A fine subject for any aspiring valet. I think you'll find philosophy in there too now if you care to ponder. And of course, your extensive training at the finest English school for valets and butlers.

I wonder how it feels? Perhaps you could tell me after dinner. As a philosophy student, I expect you'll have some fascinating insights on whether there are any lingering traces of Chet once I’m done remodelling you.

Poor boy, I can see you're a little confused. Really, it's all very simple, you're no longer Chet. He doesn't exist and you are now my valet who will live and work with me and attend to all my needs. We'll need to give you a name of course. Let's see now, I think Smith, no first name – you won't need one. Yes, Smith. And you answer to it already. Don't deny it Smith, the ring is powerful and in any case, I can see the twitch of recognition and the hunger of obedience in your eyes.

Now finally, some clothes. As I mentioned, it will be suit and tie at all times for you so let's see now, a nice white shirt and I think the preppy style would go with that fresh faced, boy next door look, that's it a pattern tie. Excellent, I think that will do for now.

Now come over here Smith, I have something that needs taking care of. I think you know what to do don't you? Yes, that's it - I can see they taught you well over in England. Oh my, you are a good boy aren't you? Perhaps I'll keep you longer.

I suppose I'll still get bored of you at some point, I usually do, but don't worry, once I'm done, I always find nice new homes for pretty boys like you. Perhaps I might make you a cop, yes, you would suit a uniform and the irony appeals to me. For now though, I'd like this to last, that's it, good boy Smith!

#suit and tie #reprogrammed #slave #preppy #bad boy to good boy #jock to nerd #preppification

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Stereotypical

‘Shit, it’s happened again!’ I cursed under my breath as the jogging pants I’d been wearing as I ran laps suddenly morphed into revealing running shorts and my t-shirt vanished into thin air.

Examining my exposed torso nervously for changes, I nearly freaked when I saw a huge expanse of inked skin where the tattoo of an eagle soared majestically across my serratus and abs. The tattoo looked as though it’d been there for a few years but like the abdominals it covered, it was really brand new, yet another effect of Justin’s fucked up fag-magic.

When me and my bros mocked him and his blimp of an emo fag hag at the mall last week, I’d had no idea they were into that fucking voodoo-bruja shit but when my board shorts transformed into a faggy white speedo at the beach the next day and my usual gym gear of ball shorts and tee turned into shiny spandex tights, a stringer tank and backwards ball cap that evening in the middle of my workout, I knew some weird shit was up. The really fucked up thing was that I couldn’t seem to take the clothes off or break out of my routine until I’d finished what I was doing which meant I spent the whole day at the beach being called a fag and got hit on by roided out gym bunnies all through my workout at the gym that night.

I began to join the dots the next morning when I saw one of my buds, Brody on his way to class dressed up like some Ivy League grad student in chinos, button down shirt, tie and blazer. His cheeks were flaming with embarrassment but like me the previous day it looked like he was forced to continue his day as usual while everyone else seemed oblivious to the changes.

It was three days later when I noticed the first physical changes. I was at the mall picking up some new threads when my jeans, tee and sneakers transformed into the kind of fruity outfit that would make even the most hardcore gym bunnies blush with shame.

Catching my reflection in one of the store’s mirrors as the transformation completed, I’d been horrified to see that I was now dressed in revealing lime green spandex compression shorts, a blue stringer tank, fluorescent yellow running shoes, red fanny pack and a white and yellow trucker ball cap. What freaked me out most though was that I’d hulked out with muscle. Dressed up in that faggy workout gear, I looked like one those douchy meatheads that can only hold a conversation if it’s about macros, lifting or fucking but I reluctantly had to admit the muscle was pretty cool even if the threads weren’t.

The next morning Brody turned up at class in a three piece suit and tie with one of those preppy side-parting haircuts and a full beard. The combination made him look older and when I asked him about it in private after class he told me anxiously that according to his driver’s license, he’d aged fifteen years and was to all intents and purposes thirty-five. Worse still, he told me blushingly, his voice sinking to a whisper, his cock had shrunk two inches and he’d discovered he could only get off by sticking one of his ex’s dildos up his ass.

Eventually we and a few of the other guys worked out who was behind the changes but for some reason, none of us seemed to be able to get near enough to Justin and his fag hag to confront them about it. As my entire wardrobe was gradually replaced by revealing workout clothes in hot, bright colors and synthetic fabrics, I realised, I was beginning to accept and even enjoy exposing my new physique to the world and found myself spending more and more time jerking off in front of the mirror in my room or skipping classes to hit the gym and work on my bod.

As I thought back on the past week and my gradual transformation into a narcissistic gym bunny, I spared a thought for poor Brody, or Broderick as he now preferred to be called, who’s now greying beard had expanded midway to his chest and was crowned by a bushy handlebar mustache that worked surprisingly well with his rapidly receding hairline. With the pipe that was always clamped in his jaw and tweedy suits he was now wearing day to day, he looked more like one of the professors than a college student.

I continued pounding out the laps, conscious that I wouldn’t be able to get out of these shorts until I’d done at least fifty circuits of the track and consoled myself with the thought of a slow jerk off in front of my reflection in the locker room mirror afterwards. At least I still have that… Brody’s dick’s so small now he’s had to start bottoming for dudes into old men that he finds on Grindr. Poor fucker!

#Muscle Growth #magic #transformation #clothing #mental change #revenge #cursed #tattoos #suit and tie #balding #hair loss #mustache #gym bunny #jock bro #jerk off #ageing up

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