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When does a dad become a dad...

Nothing Funny About It

A/N: That’s right everyone I am back! Sorry I’ve been gone so long just handling whatever life throws at me. So please take this story as my thank you for your patience, It’s a long one and more erotic than my usual fair. Enjoy!

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“5…4…3…2…1, Happy New Year!” Riley and his dad high fived each other watching the New year’s ball drop, in the comfort of their home. Mr. Fern disappeared into the kitchen before returning with two fancy glasses and a bottle of sparkling apple cider. He popped it open and poured a glass for him and his son.

“Any new year’s resolutions?” Mr. Fern asked his son, a warm smile on his face as he slid over the glass. “And please don’t say going to the gym. Too many say it and then don’t do it. If you’re going to try. Start in March or something.” They tipped their glasses and toasted.

“No nothing like that. I just want to do whatever.” Riley admitted.

“Do whatever, that’s it?! You’re going to be at college in a few months. You can be a little more specific. What’s whatever? Going to more parties? Talking to more girls–

“Dad–

“Or guys, or whomever. Whatever floats your boat. You know I don’t care about that.”

“You know, most parents don’t want to know everything their child does.” Riley sipped his glass.

Mr. Fern took a swig of his glass and all its contents went down his throat. He poured himself another class then refilled the little bit of Riley’s. He rubbed the back of Riley’s head as he walked back into the kitchen. “Excuse me, I forgot. You’re too cool for your old man now. ”

Riley groaned internally. It’s not that he was TOO cool for his dad. It’s just his father…was so lame. Kind and considerate, yes! Supportive, 100%. But Mr. Fern was a corny mushy guy down to his soul. As a single dad, he was there for Riley, and that was the problem. He was ALWAYS there trying to be a #1 father of the year. At Riley’s wrestling matches he’s the dad who would always cheer the loudest. When there was a party he’d always remind Riley and his friends he’d be available all night if they needed a ride back home.

It stressed Riley out that his dad couldn’t just be cool. Just not be in dad mode 100% of the time. No one else’s dad wore a ‘kiss the cook’ apron when grilling, or talked about their garden.

When Riley started wearing, black leather jackets to school and finally got his motorcycle license at the start of senior year, There was his dad telling him to wear shoulder and knee pads. Honestly, “Why not just put a bib on my neck and a pacifier in my mouth.” Riley wanted to say at the time, but knew better.

“Oh no,” Mr. Fern said from the kitchen

Riley hopped out of his chair and went into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to get rid of this calendar… its days…are numbered.” Mr. Ferm smiled as he flipped around their calendar, revealing it was from last year.

“Not funny dad.”

“Oh come on, that was hilarious.”

“It was such a dad joke.”

“You used to love my jokes.”

“Yeah, when I was like 10.”

Mr. Fern threw the calendar in the trash. “So I guess my resolution to be a comedian is going to go to waste?”

“Don’t know dad, perhaps you should make a resolution to be funny first?” He said and paused. Riley’s words came out harsher than he meant, but Mr. Fern simply chuckled and said, “Fair enough.” Mr. Fern understood his son meant it as a playful joke. Riley went and sat back down as his dad came back out and they watched the close of the New Year’s Eve event. .

An hour later the two were headed upstairs, ready for bed. Riley trailed behind his father when Mr. Fern stopped mid-stairwell. He turned back to his son, “I’ve been thinking, when does a joke become a dad joke?”

Riley shrugged.

Mr. Fern grinned, “When it’s apparent!”

Rolling his eyes, Riley side stepped his dad.

“Come on, that one was funny!” Mr. Fern said, trying not to laugh at his own joke and failing miserably.

Riley closed the door to his room. What was the explanation for it? He’d seen the pictures. His dad had been THE high school quarterback. His dad’s old yearbook had tons of signatures. People loved him. Maybe there was a slight difference between jock-cool and the laid back- coolness that Riley- executed? Still his dad should have retained some of it.

Even Riley’s mom and her partner Helen couldn’t pinpoint exactly when Mr. Fern’s change happened. His mom said her ex had always been that way and when Riley was born it just brought it out more. Riley didn’t get that statement. Was having a kid permission to be uncool? Though he’d never say it to his father’s face, his dad was a joke. But it seemed he always had been. There was a tingle on RIley’s lips as he let out a small laugh. In a way, his father was right, a joke became a dad joke, when it was a parent.

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“And then he says, ‘when it’s apparent.’” Riley stated as there was an audible groan from his friends. He rested against his motorcycle, helmet in hand. His friends were gathered around listening to him share his woes. There was an Emi Lodson, resident stoner. He kept his brown hair under a beanie at all times and his green eyes always had a slight daze. Bohdi, a soccer star and his girlfriend, Unique, were leaning on a car. Though it was more apt to say Bohdi was, as Unique was positioned over his lap. Hot Indian athlete and his beautiful black cheerleader girlfriend. Lastly, there was Raúl Hendrix, the talented guitar player and singer of the group. He had a band and played around town often. Also everyone tended to call him Hendrix because why not? Riley and him shared a love of black clothing attire that drew them together. However, Hendrix’s love of black was so strong he’d dyed his hair and painted his nails. Riley’s normal outfit was a simple black leather jacket over a white t-shirt with matching black jeans and black tennis shoes. This year they both had the same homeroom and cloud talk all they wanted.

“Where does your dad come up with this stuff?” Unique asked.

“I know, right? I bet he has a dad joke book somewhere.” Riley added.

Hendrix snapped his fingers “When it becomes apparent! I just got it. That’s pretty funny. And the ‘calendar’s days are numbered…’ isn’t so bad either.”

The morning school bell rang! It was time for everyone to make their way inside.

“Another day under the oppressive system of this fine educational institution.” Emil stated.

“We’ll see you guys there.” Unique got off her boyfriend, then leaned over to kiss Riley on his right cheek.

“What she said.” Bohdi leaned over and kissed Riley on his left cheek.

Unique grabbed Bohdi by the collar and pulled him the opposite direction of where the students were going. Riley certainly had an idea of what those two were going to do.

“Wait…seriously?” Emil eyed the disappearing couple then Riley, “When did that happen?”

“It’s called a throuple. Oh, and about two weeks ago.” Riley said smugly as he grabbed his backpack and started making his way inside, Hendrix and Emil beside him. Actually their sexcapade had been going far longer than that but Riley wasn’t going to tell them that. Countless students flooded the main entrance, slowly making their way inside. There was a cacophony of indistinguishable chatter. People were dedicated to moving sluggishly simply because it was the start of a school year. Emil kept throwing questions about Bohdi and Unique, while Riley could hear Hendrix stifling a laugh.

Riley put a hand on Hendrix’s shoulder, “Hey are you okay?” His dad’s jokes might have deserved a chuckle, but they weren’t THAT funny.

“Yeah just, I really can’t get over it.” Hendrix said before making a gesture like he was swallowing his laugh down. He gave a straight face devoid of humor. “You guys coming to my set tonight?”

“Of course we are,” Emil answered, already knowing Riley’s response. “But we can’t ignore what we just saw. Riley’s out here bedding everyone.”

Their conversation was swallowed up by the morning grind. The hallways were warm in the school today. Someone had the sense to actually use the school heating system for once.

In Riley and Hendrix’s homeroom things weren’t much better. The two boys were the first in there and sat in the back row next to each other. Soon other students were walking in, prattling on while the teacher was zonked out behind his desk. Everyone greeted Riley and he’d either give a quick handshake or nod. Being cool sometimes came with everyone looking towards you. Riley, however, would have preferred to be the cool silent kid in the background. Hendrix on the other hand was the opposite; he loved to talk especially if saw a chance to promote his band. Which made it weird Hendrix hadn’t spoken at all, since they sat down.

Riley did a visual check turning his head to the right. Hendrix’s face was buried in his book bag sitting on his desk. His body was heaving. Was he crying? “Hey Hendrix,” Riley whispered. Hendrix poked his head up to show his right hand over his mouth. He was trying to keep himself from laughing still?!

“Are you still laughing at my dad’s jokes?” Riley asked

Hendrix nodded, removing his hand from his mouth, “They’re really funny when you think about it.” He was able to speak, but Riley could hear the hint of humor under every word. When Riley didn’t appear in agreement Hendrix rolled his eyes and tapped on the back of the kid in front of him. He turned around to face Hendrix.

“Hey, I’ve got a great joke about construction, but I’m still working on it.” Hendrix busted out laughing.

The boy chuckled and smirked, but then turned to Riley and gave a ‘Is he for real?’ look. Then he turned back around ignoring the duo. Hendrix calmed himself as the rest of the homeroom went on. By the time it ended Hendrix raced out of there. Nothing new there, he probably had plans to spend his free periods in the cafeteria. The other boy shook his head and muttered, “Still working on it. That’s brilliant.” He slung his backpack on his back and was gone.

When lunch came for him Riley couldn’t wait, he was starving. His first free period was at 10, too early for lunch. Then he didn’t have another until 2:00pm. His crew had compared their schedules over break and a few of their free periods did line up, but Riley couldn’t care about that now, he made a beeline for the lunchline. By the time he was at the end he was already devouring his food.

“Over here!” Bohdi shouted. Riley spun his feet, then bit into his sandwich as he walked over. Emil sat next to Bohdi and had his head on the lunch table sleeping, while Riley spotted Unique sitting at another table with more girls. Riley sat down across from his friends, then he dove into his food. 7 mins in it was mostly gone.

The chair next to Riley pulled out and the ground shook a little when the person sat down. Riley turned his head to see who had caused the small tremor only to be met with Hendrix. Except he looked different. Not only because he was in his gym uniform. He had muscles! Not a lot of size to him but it looked like someone had definitely packed some meat on his bones. Or perhaps the short sleeve shirt he was wearing was too small.

“Have you been working out behind our backs?” Riley playfully squeezed Hendrix’s bicep expecting it to smush even a little, but it did not give way. The muscle instead firmed up as if in resistance. Riley applied a bit more pressure but there was no amount of flab.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Hendrix winked. He did a double bicep pose for his friends.

“Why are you wearing gym clothes?” Bohdi asked.

Hendrix put down his arms with a frown, “Okay don’t laugh at me, but when I was in third period my pants ripped. I thought my pants had been a little tight before that. Then, while I was in Spanish class my pants just went RIPPPPP. I thought everyone heard it but no one turned to look at me.”

“The universe is telling you: Don’t take Spanish class for the easy grade when you already speak it. Or this is what happens when you wear skinny jeans to look like a rockstar?” Bohdi said.

“I don’t wear skinny jeans, I wear jeans and I just happen to be skinny. “ Hendrix responded. Though Riley noted Hendrix hadn’t denied the first half of Bohdi’s statement.

“You, skinny?” Bohdi’s eyes went wide. “Not with the way you’ve been hogging the machines in the weight room after school.”

Riley agreed with Bohdi. He couldn’t even remember a time when Hendrix could be considered skinny. When they all got to high school muscle just poured into Hendrix beefing him up. Teachers would often mistake him for an upperclassman. The students thought he was the school’s linebacker, although he frequently brought his guitar. Riley’s eyes drifted down to Hendrix’s thighs. They were well developed and—

Riley’s train of thought was interrupted. It only lasted a split second but he could have sworn Hendrix thighs had just grown. He was staring and then they had doubled in size. Before they had been comfortably contained in the gym shorts, but now the shorts were tighter.

“Yeah, I guess I do work out a lot,” Hendrix stated.

Workout? Did Hendrix work out? Sure Riley had just been thinking the opposite, but his mind, unable to decode what it had just seen, was having trouble accepting it now. People don’t just grow. And hadn’t Bohdi been the one who brought up the skinny jeans, then talked about muscle?

“Ooo,ooo” Hendrix banged on the lunch table excitedly, even catching the attention of some of the other guys at the table. “You guys are going to love this! The bank keeps calling me to give me compliments…. They say I have an ‘outstanding balance.’” Hendrix laughed and a couple of other boys snorted. Riley was only half listening, bringing his eyes up to pretend he was invested. Though the moment his eyes lowered he saw thighs blown up to the size of huge ham hocks. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Man, that joke was weak.” Bohdi stated, ”Riley, give us one of your dad’s other jokes to show Hendrix how it’s done. He can at least tell a good lame joke.”

“Oh um,” Riley perked his head up.

“Putting poor Riles on the spot?” Emil stated, with a smug grin, “Is this because him, you, and Unique are like a throuple?” Emil only used that stupid nickname for Riley when he had something up his sleeve.

Bohdi rolled his eyes, not dignifying Emil’s statement with a response. A throuple wasn’t that unheard of in this day in age.

“My dad loves saying this one, ‘I used to hate facial hair…but then it grew on me’.” As Riley expected, Hendrix laughed on cue. What he didn’t expect was for a giant laugh to escape Bohdi’s mouth. Bohdi quickly covered his hand over his mouth.

“Aww even laughing at your boyfriend’s terrible jokes.” Emil was reveling in his new knowledge. Riley softly elbowed him in the ribs,as a sign to cut it out.

“It wasn’t that funny,” Bohdi said in a low voice as if he was talking to himself. Then his hand was back over his mouth preventing another giggle.

“Nonsense! Riley’s hilarious.” Hendrix slapped Riley on the back. His palm was so strong the momentum sent Riley forward straight into the table. Riley’s face planted into the table and the students who witnessed it laughed. Picking his head up, Riley touched his nose that felt a little sore.

“Hey, that’s not cool!” Emil said, taking on a much more serious cadence, eyes hardening at Hendrix. All the light-heartedness he had talking to Bohdi vanished.

“Yeah friends don’t do that.” Bohdi had found reprieve as even his laughing fit was killed by the anger behind his eyes.

“What, no guys I didn’t do that on purpose. I pat Riley on the back all the time.” Hendrix stopped and looked at his hands. “Maybe…I forgot my own strength.”

Riley wasn’t upset. NO in fact he was staring at the same thing Hendirx was. Hendrix’s palms were massive. They didn’t look like hands that belonged to a high school senior. Hendrix’s hands were more fitted to a professional baseball catcher. Hands wide enough to encapsulate the entirety of another human’s head. The two boys locked eyes. There was a quiet understanding between them.

“Riley, I’m sorry. Let me take you to the nurse.” Hendrix offered. He stood up and his body shot towards the sky. The growth started from his legs, as inches simply appeared, then his spine followed suit separating the hem of his shirt from the shorts waistband. Riley’s mouth dropped open and he turned to look at his friends. No one said anything.

“Okay,’ Riley stood up.

“First, you’re telling bad jokes now, you’re taking him to the nurse. Didn’t know there was another Mr. Fern at school.” Emil said easing up on their friend.

“No need to make things up though,” Bohdi added. “We know you’ve been working those arms since middle school.” When Bohdi spoke those words Hendrix’s arms began to pump up. Before they had simply contained mass on account of how large he was. Now however, his biceps triceps and shoulder muscles seemed to dance under his skin contorting. They were sculpting themselves into shape, creating their own definition.

“Heh, yeah I guess I have.” Hendrix stated.

“Don’t forget that massive rack, either. People can see your chest coming from a mile away.” Emil said happily. Hendrix’s chest pushed out the exact moment the email was done speaking. His borrowed gym shirt was under attack from his upper body.

“Let’s go to the nurse now.” Riley cut his friends off, standing up.

“Right!” Hendrix’s attention shifted. He stepped closer to Riley and put his hands on the side of Riley’s head. Hendrix softly maneuvered it looking for any scrapes or bruising. “Nothing too bad.”

“Hendrix, I already have one dad. I don’t need another.” Riley stated. Hendrix stepped back embarrassed and headed out the cafeteria as Riley grabbed his book bag and followed him out. Riley did briefly wonder where Hendrix’s book bag was. He had noticed it at the lunch table.

As they walked down the hallway, Hendrix led the way. Riley walked behind with a full view of his friend.Oddly, Hendrix took up most of the hallway when he walked down the middle of it. His shoulder’s began to tremble as Riley heard the same stifled laughter from. Hendrix slightly turned his head back, “Riley, Did you hear about the man who was buried alive… It was a GRAVE mistake.” During the punch line Hendrix’s voice took a deep dive into low octaves. When Hendrix laughed at the joke Riley noticed Hendrix’s voice wasn’t going back either.

Riley had been happy to get out of the lunchroom. It appeared as if their friends were causing Hendrix to change with every word they spoke. However now that they were out the changes hadn’t stopped. Riley’s eyes wandered Hendrix’s back down to his ass. It was rather flat for someone who was built like a tank everywhere else.

Hendrix stopped walking as he shot and ar out to rest it against the lockers. Riley, not paying attention, walked right into his back. Hendrix didn’t budge an inch. When they collided, there was a muffled POP-like sound as Riley was physically pushed back by a bubble butt that appeared on his friend.

Mouth agape, Riley had no idea what to say. Did he make an ass appear on Hendrix with a thought? it wasn’t just an ass. It was a man’s ass Big, breathtaking, and bodacious. Riley knew a great ass when he saw one and Hendrix had it. Half of Hendrix’s ass cheeks were hanging out of the gym shorts, while the rest were being swallowed up between his buns. Hendrix reached back and tried to pull the shorts out of his crack. There was only a little the fabric could provide him with booty shorts. Then again hadn’t Hendrix always been this way? Blessed with a huge backside. It let everyone know he was a man. No, it was further than that people knew he was a–

Riley shook his head, “You grew. You changed.” he found himself able to say it. His thoughts were trying to convince him it had always been the case. But he knew better. And once he said it. The voice in his head saying otherwise stopped.

“I…I think I did.” Hendrix admitted, “but it doesn’t feel like I did. As a matter of fact I think I’ve always been this way.” Hendrix said those words and turned to face Riley. Hendrix’s stature had changed. There was confidence carrying himself. He took his hand off the lockers, revealing a slight dent.

Hendrix looked like he had stepped right out of the 1980’s with his clothes. Though they were the standard gym uniform they now resembled a crop top and short-shorts. It left Hendrix’s midsection on full display, where abs had taken residence. Riley hadn’t even noticed when that happened. “Come on, to the nurse’s office kid.” Hendrix waved his hand, spinning on his feet, ass pretty much out. Thankfully no one else was around to see the shameless display. Not that they’d notice.

When they got to the nurse’s office. She wasn’t there. No surprise… Why did school nurses always seem to be gone when students need them?

“You should lay on the bed,” Hendrix suggested. Riley did as suggested. His head was pounding not from pain, but from trying to understand the situation. As he laid his head on the pillow he turned to Hendrix. His friend’s face was sitting on some foreign body. A man’s body. Well not just a man’s body. There was another word his mind was looking for, but couldn’t grasp.

Hendrix suddenly gripped the side of the metal chair he was sitting in, spreading out his legs. Riley would have asked what was happening, but he could see it! Right in the epicenter, between Hendrix legs a bulge was forming. It became so prominent Riley could make out the outline of Hendrix’s penis. Completely flaccid at first all, Riley could do was marvel at its size. Hendrix’s manhood demanded more room, but the school gym shorts had nothing else to give Once Hendrix cock started to get hard it was game over. A dark forest of pubes were revealed as his pants and underwear were pulled down by the length of his cock. A cock which seemed to point directly at Riley.

Meanwhile Hendrix’s hands had released their grip on the chair and wandered up to his chest. Roaming under his shirt, his fingers had quickly found his nipples. “Mmmm…” Hendrix’s moans got lower as his testicles continued to develop.His Adam’s apple bobbed against his thickening throat. Hendrix leaned his head back over the chair, out of Riley’s view, just as his face began to morph. Viens rose to the surface of Hendrix’s neck pulsing and pumping blood. Each pulse caused Hendrix’s jaw to stretch wider and grow. His chin took on a strong box shape.

Two glorious pecs popped out the underside of the gym shirt. They hadn’t even been aided by Hendrix’s hands, their sheer size had forced the shirt to ride up. Both nipples were pointed downward, leading the focus back to Hendrix’s cock. There were a few strands of hair poking out between the middle of his pecs. As Hendrix played with his nipples, the few chest hairs turned into more. The hair spread out taking over his pecs, covering them. Next, hair appeared in the divide between the abs and crawled down to his waist.

SNAP

Whatever elasticity Hendrix’s underwear held, it had finally been defeated, though the shorts were still hanging strong. “THIS FEELS SO…GOOD,” Hendrix said between heavy breaths.

Riley didn’t know what to say.“Is this a prank?” He asked, “Some joke?” Why would his friends pull a trick on him and why make it so hot?

Hendrix lifted his head back up. His boyish features were wiped clean. There was only the strong visage of a man. His black hair had become stylized and slicked back, with one curl hanging down. He took his right hand off his nipple and grabbed his entire right peck. “Oh, I’m definitely a joke. A big, fucking joke.” It sounded sexy, but Hendrix had a goofy grin on his face. The man rolled his hips a few times before his cock pistoned through and the short’s seam ripped apart completely leaving him pantless. “But what kind of joke am I?”

A sexy one. Is what Riley wanted to say, yet he knew that wasn’t the answer Hendrix desired. What kind of joke was Hendrix? He was large, handsome, powerful, and in charge. He was a manly joke through and through. A great set up with a strong punchline. A man’s joke. A man. No a–

“Dad?” Riley answered unsure.

Hendrix gave a smirk; Riley had gotten it right. ”Not just yet.” Hendrix reached down and began stroking his cock. “Tell me again Riley, when does a joke become a dad joke?”

Riley stammered as he watched the shameless display in front of him, unable to question it. Not that he truly even wanted to. “When it’s…,” Hendrix’s grip got tighter as he stroked faster, “it’s… it’s,” Riley couldn’t get it out. Hendrix lifted his ass off the seat, stroking himself several inches above it. “A…a,” the words in Riley’s mind refused to come just so he could watch longer.

Hendrix stood up kicking the chair off to the side. He strolled over to the nurse’s bed. A strong Latino –MAN now– stood beside Riley jacking off. If he was a joke, he wanted to know how he’d get to the next level? Riley knew that was the question Hendrix wanted answered. He could see the desire and want in Hendrix’s eyes.

Hendrix needed to hear it. He was so much of everything a man, but was missing one vital piece in this specific equation. He wasn’t a dad. And to be a dad he needed to be…

“Apparent.”

A deep laugh came out of Hendrix. Cum fired out of his cock and hit Riley square in the face. It kept cumming. Thick heavy loads. Try as Riley might, he couldn’t wipe it off. All he could hear was Hendrix’s laughter as everything went white, before fading to black.

Riley dreamed. He dreamed of a black void. All he could hear was Hendrix’s adult male voice repeating, “When does a joke become a dad joke?”

Somewhere in that endless, yet strangely soothing loop, Hendrix’s voice was joined by another. The second voice was familiar and warm. Hendrix’s voice faded as Riley heard his dad repeating the joke with the punchline clear in his head.

Then Riley woke up in the nurse’s office. He tried to remember why he was there. Hendrix had slammed his face into the table pretty hard. That part was clear. They walked to the office. THen what? Riley saw his book bag in the corner, but none of Hendrix’s things. Did the dude just leave him here? He couldn’t even wait for the nurse to show up?! What if Riley had a concussion or something? Riley got out of the bed grabbing his book bag and walking out. He was definitely going to chew him out for that.

Riley thought he’d have to rush to class, but it was still his free period. Had any time passed since he went to the nurse’s office? What time DID he leave the lunchroom to go to the nurses office? He stormed out and headed back to the cafeteria. He found Bohdi and Emil still sitting at the lunch table, except Emil was now sitting across from Bohdi. Riley grunted to himself He probably had hit his head harder than expected if he couldn;t even remember the seating arrangement.

He slammed his book bag on the ground and sat next to a laughing Bohdi. His friends turned to face him.

“What’s up with you?” Emil asked, raising his head off the table. “ Your face looks like it got stuck sucking on sour candy.”

“Oh hardy-har.” Riley said dryly. “Freaking Hendrix left me in the nurse’s office by myself and I passed out.”

“Let me guess, the nurse tried to claim you were there to skip class when you woke up. Don’t worry, it happened to me before too.” Bohdi interjected.

“What? No, she wasn’t even there. I’m upset because I hit my head and could have been seriously hurt and Hendrix left me.”

“You keep saying, Hendrix.” Emil sat up in his chair. “Who is that? Are they a new student?”

“Hendrix.” Riley stated. His friend’s faces showed no change or acknowledgement. “Come on guys, Raul Hendrix? Plays the guitar, family from Venezuela, he wears a lot of black.”

“Dude, the only Hendrix we know is Francisco Hendrix. And no one calls him ‘Hendrix’…that’s just weird man.” Emil commented. His eyes went to Bohdi, “I think your boyfriend hit his head harder than he knows, you should kiss it and make it better.” He gave a shit eating grin.

Riley got the notion his friends were subtly telling him he was taking it too seriously. Why else would Emil harp back on the throuple thing. Other than the fact, Emil could be a lil shit sometimes. Riley threw his hands up, “Fine, maybe I’m up my own ass.” He grabbed his book bag, sat it on his lap and sunk his face in the back of it. Turning his head slightly, he asked Bohdi, “What were you laughing about before I came in?”

“Your terrible kissing skills.” Emil said.

Bohdi picked a piece of food off his plate and flung it at Emil. Though Riley couldn’t see it he heard Emil’s ”HEY!”

“Ignore him.” Bohdi turned back to Riley, “When you walked in, I just started thinking of that joke you said.”

Riley arched his eyebrow, “The ‘apparent’ one from this morning?”

“No, no ”, Bohdi waved his hand dismissively. “The facial hair one. It really got to me for some reason.?

That joke? That was funny? Riley didn’t get it. What was with his friends finding his dad’s jokes funny. He could admit his dad might have a solid good joke once or twice a month but most of the time they laughed at the absurdity of the jokes, how obvious the punchline was etc. To engage with a joke this earnestly wasn’t really their thing.

Someone slammed their lunch tray on the table, next to Riley. Riley jumped in response and looked up to see a pissed off student wearing a football jersey. It was the school’s jersey and the guy filled out every inch of it. He wasn’t just a fan of the team he was ON the team. Riley was sure of it. The strange student slammed his ass, quite the eye catcher Riley noted, onto the seat.

“Fucking, Ms.Morrison gave me detention.” The guy said.

“For what?” Emil asked. That got Riley to raise his eyebrows. He’d never known Emil to talk to any jock that wasn’t Bohdi, unless it was about his recreational services. Emil always said it was easier to deal with student athletes if he didn’t have to actually interact with them at school.

“Don’t laugh, but she thinks I purposefully asked to go to the bathroom, solely to skip her class.”

“Did you?” Bohdi asked

Now Riley was confused. He may not have known all of Emil’s “clients,” but he certainly knew Bohdi’s athlete friends. Riley had never once seen this guy.

“Let’s chalk it up to “weird shit that happened today’.“ Emil chuckled before pointing to Riley. “ He claimed you left him in the nurse’s office…oh wait I’m sorry not YOU Francisco, but some other Hendrix.”

Riley was stunned to hear Emil’s words but when he turned to look at the stranger’s face something clicked. No, he certainly wasn’t the Hendirx in the nurse’s office. The football player’s face was too squarish and strong for the image Riley had in mind. The kid in Riley’s mind was lean with a thinner face dressed in dark clothes. Francisco however had on his sky blue and white football jersey and blue jeans.

The other Hendrix whose first name was escaping Riley at the moment, wouldn’t be caught dead in bright colors. Something was definitely off. There was something almost androgynous about the other Hendrix, where Francisco was undoubtedly masculine.

But hadn’t Francisco always been that way? He got it from his dad. Just another sign that amazing genes should always be envied. Francisco and his dad were filling Riley’s mind ,pushing the mystery Hendrix to the background. Francisco dad was…was… wait, what was Hendrix dad’s full name? Riley felt he was on the verge of connecting a thought.

“Are you guys still coming to my dad’s show tonight?” Francisco asked. Riley figured Francisco was purposefully ignoring Emil’s remark. It sounded like he was waiting for someone to take the bait and Francisco swerved on him.

“Of course, I don’t want to miss that. After all, Riley’s sleeping at my house after the show.”

Emil’s mouth dropped, “ You know what that mean.”’ he wiggled his eyebrow before receiving a swift elbow, courtesy of Bohdi, to the ribs.

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The rest of the day went on like a daze. Riley knew he went to class, finished up the school day. He returned home, had a talk with his dad. They watched some TV together. Riley even did his homework to enjoy the rest of the night to the fullest. Yet Riley could not recall a single concrete detail. What had his teachers gone over? Him and his dad hung out, did his dad tell another dad joke? Heck, what did Riley even write for his homework?

Then Riley found himself at the music venue. It wasn’t until he walked through the doors he felt like himself again. The place looked more like an upscale cafe. A real hipster type area. Men and women, dressed for some poetry type reading. Riley had expected a rock concert. Who knows why? Mr. Hendrix wasn’t that type of guy.

“Hey, over here!” Bohdi’s voice called out in the crowd. Riley smiled upon spotting Bohdi, with his arm around Unique. There were a few glares at Bohdi’s shouting but the teens ignored it. As they closed the distance Bohdi was laughing while Unique rolled her eyes.

“Please stop telling him dad jokes. He’s been repeating them all afternoon.” the tired expression on Unique’s face said it all. “He even just said one at the table with everyone else.”

“Emil appreciated it at least, and didn’t embellish.’ It was Bohdi’s turn to roll his eyes. “I told her three jokes. Including the one at the table”

“Four!” Unique stuck up a finger, “ Five if you consider the fact you told me the facial hair one twice.”

“Did I? My bad It’s just so funny I must have forgot.” Bohdi said.

“Guess we’ll have to put my dad in pun jail for crimes against comedy,” Riley kissed Unique on the cheek, but before he could kiss Bohdi he stopped. There was a little discoloration mark on Bohdi’s cheek.

“You got a little something right here,” Riley wiped, but the mark didn’t disappear; it spread. in fact it was on the other cheek as well. The darkened area wasn’t on his skin but under it.

“Did you get it?” Bohdi asked. He must have noticed Riley’s eyes move across his face, because then Bohdi dragged his hands along both sides down to his chin. “Better?”

Unique looked at Bohdi, “I don’t see anything.”

Riley realized that was probably because Bohdi had spread the entire thing across his cheeks and skin. Bohdi leaned forward and kissed Riley on the lips. Riley laughed as he felt a prickle against his face. When Bohdi pulled back he had a very visible 5’o o'clock shadow. It clicked, the dark marks were hundreds of black hair follicles under Bohdi’s skin. Which of course he had. It was only natural for boys on the journey to becoming men to have such an obvious sign of burgeoning masculinity.

That wasn’t right. Bohdi’s face was smoother than a baby’s ass. He didn’t even grow peach fuzz yet. There was no way he could be sporting darker than that. Though the longer Riley looked, the more he was disproved, as if Bohdi’s facial hair gene had activated all at once.

“Hey don’t leave me out.” Unique grabbed Bohdi from under his chin, turning him towards her as they made out. Riley got a better view as now he could see scruff on Bohdi’s face as they made out. Was Unique really not going to say anything? Couldn’t she feel that against her face?

“Let’s go sit with the others,” Unique said, finally pulling away. Riley didn’t know the others were already there and followed the couple towards the front of the venue. Emil and Francisco were sitting at a table with a few of Unique’s girlfriends.

“Geezus, we all thought you guys were going to start fucking on the floor.” Francisco smiled and gave Riley a bro-hug. Riley had to admit, he was surprised it wasn’t Emil who had gone for the joke. When he glanced and could see the smug look on Emil’s face though, a real ‘see I’m not the only one’ look.

There weren’t enough seats for everyone so Unique opted to sit in Bohdi’s lap.

The lights in the venue dimmed leaving one spotlight with a mic and stool. Mr. Hendrix stepped out of the darkness and into the stage’s light, wooden guitar in hand. He placed it on his body as people cheered and a few snapped their fingers. This was not the atmosphere Riley expected. He thought the cheering would be a bit more wild and the people less cultured. Why, though?

Mr. Hendrix took a quick look behind him, as if he expected other people to be there. However his band wasn’t here tonight, it was his solo show and everyone knew he was famous enough to carry the spotlight on his own. Or rather take up the spotlight. The shadow he cast on the stage’s backdrop was immense just like his body. Hair neatly combed and slicked with a curl hanging down. It was a familiar look to Riley, made it ponder then it hit him. Mr. Hendrix looked like a handsome hispanic superman. That strong jawline of his, recently shaven of its black stubble,only furthered that image.

Mr. Hendrix may have had the body and posture of superman but his clothing style was more reminiscent of Clark Kent. He came out in a white cashmere turtleneck sweater that hugged his body tightly. His biceps pushed the sleeve to its limits, but it was really his chest where one could see the wide berth his pecs needed to simply exist. It appeared as if his body threatened to burst through with every movement, but the sweater never gave way. Then there were his brown Khaki’s that truly displayed his ass, like the proper shelf it was. Mr. Hendrix sat back on the stool letting one foot stay connected to the stage.

“This first number goes out to my son.” Mr. Hendrix spoke into the mike.

“Dadddd.” Francisco whined from the audience.

Mr. Hendrix smirked. That was exactly the reaction he was aiming for. He began strumming along his guitar. His voice was smooth and calm. Throughout the song Riley looked back and forth between father and son. They had a lot of similarities. The strong face, muscles, easy to see what Mr. Hendrix had passed down.

The only thing throwing the song off was Bohdi’s chuckle at Hendrix’s interaction. It didn’t go away even after the audience laughter died down. Though even Emil gave an extra chuckle. Bodhi kept it light but it was easy to hear for the people at the table . Bohdi squirmed in his seat. Small at first, but then stealing Riley’s attention away from whatever puzzle Riley’s mind was trying to solve about Mr. Hendrix. Only made more obvious, by the displeasure on Unique’s face as her ‘seat’ couldn’t stay comfortable.

“Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom.” Bohdi quickly got up and let her have the chair. Unique motioned for Riley to follow him. Though Riley would have preferred to continue his own internal debate of how hotter Mr. Hendrix could be if he dressed sexier.

When Riley got to the restroom, he found Bohdi standing in the middle of it trying to unfasten his pants. “What are you doing?” Riley stepped inside.

“My nut’s, it’s like Unique was crushing them.” Bohdi complained as he pushed down his pants. His boxer briefs came into view, red with a navy blue waist band, properly displaying his bulge.

“Well there’s your problem,’ Riley sauntered over. “Your underwear is too small. Look at how it’s bunched up.” He stuck his fingers up the leg holes of Bodhi’s underwear and pulled them down. However Bodhi’s thighs wouldn’t allow them to stretch down any further, so it rolled back up “They look tighty-whities. Your dick is taking up most of the room. Why would you put on small underwear anyway?”

“Dude, I swear it was fine this morning.” Bohdi stated.

Riley grabbed the waistband and tugged his underwear down. Bohdi’s cock came spilling out and Bohdi threw his head back, in relief. No more tightness. Riley was trying to figure something out. He could have sworn Bohdi was hard, but the cock in front of him was entirely soft. No, he had to be seeing things. Riley dropped to his knees. He had seen Bohdi’s cock even more than Emil and Francisco could probably even guess. There was no doubt Bohdi’s cock was larger–Riley took it in his hands–heavier too. Then there was Bohdi’s balls. They were larger, lower, and hairier.

Cupping them in his hand, Riley studied them. At once they both pulsed in his hand and grew larger. Riley fell back on his ass, shocked.

“What–What the fuck was that?!” Bohdi had been watching. Before he could go on a rant, Bohdi snapped his eyes and started to moan. “My balls, they’re so full, what is this!” Bohdi’s nuts grew again and dragged his sack down. “Oh my god, it’s too much.”

“Too much what?” Riley asked, warily getting back to his feet.

“Testosterone!” Bohdi called out. On cue Bohdi began to grow. In the fucking bathroom. His legs changed first, starting with his thighs getting thicker, then they elongated evening him out. Bodhi’s arms followed suit as veins from his bicep to his hands pumped growth across his body. His muscle danced and gyrated underneath the skin seeking room for expansion. And when it couldn’t find it, simply willed more space into existence.

Bohdi’s pubic hair bloomed into a proper bush. Hair began to appear on his forearms, then thighs, and Riley was sure it went lower beneath his pants. Bodi’s facial hair continued to grow throughout the process. A small mustache formed quickly poofed out denser, until he had a month’s worth of a full beard.

Riley slowly walked towards Bohdi. How did facial hair just appear on a person? Riley was getting a strong sense of Deja vu. Every fiber of his being was telling him to run away because of that, but Riley refused. This was the boy he loved. RIley was going to stay. He gently reached out and grabbed Bohdi’s right hand which was still growing in size.

Bohdi slowly opened his eyes and saw Riley. The growth stopped. The two smile at each other before Bohdi spotted the large boner Riley was sporting. “What happened?” Riley asked, looking at himself, especially his larger cock and balls hanging about.

“You grew. In fact you look like a college kid now. Riley had witnessed Bodhi go from twunk to otter in a matter of minutes. Riley lifted up Bohdi’s shirt slightly, there was hair growing up his abs and around his pecs. Speaking of which, they had nearly doubled in size. Riley found himself subconsciously grabbing at them.

The two locked eyes with each other. Strange, Bohdi had a few inches on Riley now. They had always circled the same height growing up. Then able to kiss each other directly. However, the soccer star was 6’0 ft now, if not over. Riley though found himself moving his lips closer to Bohdi’s until the two were in a kiss. There was an immense masculine energy radiating from Bohdi that Riley couldn’t pull away from. He was drawn into it like a black hole. They kissed and made out.

A laugh Riley’s laugh. Bohdi looked at him curiously. “Your beard tickles dude.” Riley knew Bohdi had never had a beard, but he also sensed Bohdi always had. But why would Riley laugh at how weird it felt to kiss a guy with a beard if Bodhi had always had one. The two boys looked at each other again and they both laughed.

What were they doing, standing in a public restroom on the verge of having sex. This was neither the time nor the place. It was just too funny , that’s what the boys realized.

Bohdi put his shirt down, pulled up his pants, and tucked his cock away. Riley stepped towards the door to make sure the coast was clear.

“Fuck, I look like my dad,” Bohdi moved in front of the bathroom mirror to examine his new beard. Riley noticed Bodi’s pants hadn’t been fastened, impossible with the increase in body mass.

“Please, your dad isn’t this hot,” RIley turned around.

“Can you take me home? I don’t want Unique to see me like this.”

“Okay, I’ll text them: you aren’t feeling well,” Riley said. The two snuck out from the bathroom to the outside of the venue with Bodhi leading. Riley took one last look at Mr.Hendrix singing on stage. A huge man, bulging in such a nice looking sweater and pants, all while singing. Who would even believe that, it sounded ridiculous? So comical, a joke. But what a handsome joke. The door to the venue shut.

Riley walked to his motorcycle where Bohdi was waiting. Riley went into his lockable panniers and retrieved hsi helmets. The two put on their safety wear and were off. For Riley it was a strange sensation, having such a larger guy behind him. While they were making their way back, Riley could have sworn Bohdi continued to grow while wrapped around him. Bohdi’s grip got stronger, tighter and his frame encompassed Riley completely.

They reached Bohdi’s house, and as they walked to the front door, removed their helmets.

Bohdi lead the way, keys in hand “Next time, don’t you think we should wear knee pads and elbow pads too?” He stood on his side so he was half facing Riley.

Riley snickered, “Who are you, my dad? I only wear those if I know I’m driving really fast. Nowhere in town is worth putting those things on. Heck, let’s be happy I even wear the helmet with the neck pain and how it limits my head movement.”

“Yeah, well still I think it’d be safer…” He turned his key and pushed the door open. Bodhi was only inside a moment before Riley was on him, their lips locked. Riley had moved Bodhi further back in with a soft hand on chest. Once satisfied with the distance, that hand clenched into a fist grabbing Bodi’s shirt and that pulled him down into the kiss. Riley used one of his legs to kick the front door close. They let their helmets fall to the ground. Riley did flinch internally at that. Shit was expensive. But he was also too horny to act on it now. Normally, Riley and Bohdi couldn’t keep their hands off each other when alone, but tonight everything was cranked up. These weren’t normal teen hormones. Bodhi didn’t even look like a teen anymore. He was a true young man.

“Maybe it’s young adult hormones then?” Riley thought laughing in his head. That laughter found its way out as Riley couldn’t take the endless face mashing with Bhodi’s beard. He put his hands on the side of Bodi’s face holding him away. “Okay this has to go,” he ran a finger along Bohdi’ beard.”

“You mean shave it..now.” Bohdi asked, eyes going wide. Then his voice went low “but I’ve never shaved before.”

There was a twinkle in Riley’s eye. He was no expert but he knew his way around the basics. Soon he had them doth down to their underwear standing in Bohdi’s upstairs bathroom. The two poked and prodded each other, causing giggles. An act of true teenage boys only betrayed by Bodhi’s manly visage. Bohdi was filling up his underwear the same as before, it wanted release.

Riley however was being too much of a coy horndog. He wanted to look, but not go there, at least not yet .

Bohdi had his own unused razor tucked away in the bathroom cabinet. Bohdi claimed he’d never seen it before. Riley wasn’t fooled that easily, his boyfriend had nothing to be embarrassed about if he hadn’t grown hair before. Though it didn’t make more sense that Bohdi had always had a razor, after all he was a hairy dude. Riley felt his thoughts drifting, he shook his head. That made no fucking sense, after all it was a new razor. Riley knew him and Unique we’re going to have a laugh about this.

Riley told Bohdi the basics. Then Riley found himself to be the one applying shaving cream all over Bodhi’s cheeks. An extremely foamy brand. Riley couldn’t help but go a little crazy. Bodhi was soon sporting a faux viking beard made out of shave cream. Riley’s eyes drifted down, the hair on Bodhi’s chest looked like it had spread out more, but that was ridiculous. A trick of the light, no doubt. Riley brought the razor up to Bodhi’s face and began to shave. They tried not to look each other in the eyes; Riley didn’t want to accidentally knick Bohdi. Any eye contact would evolve into laughter, maybe at the intimacy of the act, or at the fact Riley’s hard cock was pressed up against Bohdi’s inner thigh, pointed straight forward. Riley’s black boxer briefs were tented, testing the elasticity. Neither boy said, one thing as they let their cocks graze each other’s bodies. When they were the same height, their cocks would practically kiss each other.Things were different now. Riley pressed his hips forward pretending he was unaware, Bohdi spread his legs slightly and let Riley’s cock slide in between his thighs.

The distance was absurd for shaving but the boys knew it was just an excuse at this point. Riley tried hard not to think about how he could feel Bohdi’s heavy balls and cock rested on his boner. Riley carefully dragged the razor along Bohdi’s cheek. As the foam came off, Riley was surprised by what he saw underneath. Hidden under the foam, there was a jawline, sharp enough to challenge the razor. Riley looked to the other side, He had been so busy dry humping Bohdi, he failed to notice him and the razor had sculpted a new lower face. Gone were Bohdi’s round head and cherub features; now he had a more rectangular look to his head.

Riley stared at the razor in his hand. The foam on the ground. The sink. Where was the beard hair?

“Holy shit is that,me?” Bohdi stepped toward the mirror, he leaned forward resting his right hand against the sink, while his left one examined his face. “Feels like I haven’t seen this face forever. Smooth as a baby’s bottom.” His finger ran along the left side of his jaw, then the right. He stuck out his tongue, contorted his eyebrow, testing his face. Then Bohdi’s voice came out low, as if speaking to himself, “I used to hate to like facial hair then it…” he didn’t finish the statement. He simply smiled at his reflection.

The way Bohdi was positioned his ass stuck out a bit, and with the talk of bottoms, Riley’s hand slowly pulled down the back of Bohdi’s underwear. Two asscheeks spilled into the world. Once formerly haireless, now sported a fair dusting of it. Riley didn’t care about that though. He loved their new size, their emmencity.

Bohdi turned his head to look at Riley behind him. The Indian stud gave a knowing smirk and cocked his head toward the shower. “Want to continue this there? You can do my chest next.” At once Bohdi’s body grew all over, as if someone had squeezed a pump to inflate his muscles equally. Thank god they were in a decently sized bathroom.

The entire sight was transferred straight to Riley’s dick, “I’LL GET THE LUBE!” He ran–stumbled– out of the bathroom scrambling to Bohdi’s room to find it. When he got to Bohdi’s room he thought something was off; felt larger than it should have been. No time to worry about it. Where was the lube? That was the question. For one, it wasn’t on the king sized bed with the dark oak headboard and footboard.

Riley sucked his teeth; he could have sworn he threw it on the covers before they headed to the bathroom. He must have been mistaken thinking of something else. The lube laying on a twin mattress with a simple pinewood frame was perfectly stored in his head. But that didn’t fit reality. Riley stepped up to the bed and threw back the purple comforter. Playing with it between his fingers, he could tell it was soft as a cloud. The sheets underneath were perfectly undisturbed. Riley put the comforter back down. He never noticed how expensive Bodhi’s room looked. His bed matched all the furniture, the dressers, the ottoman, two chairs with a chess set. Riley had to get a hold of himself, none of that was important. Not the college degrees on the wall, not the school trophies multiplying and morphing. HE WANTED THAT LUBE.

Clothes flung in the air as Riley scoured every dresser for it. When the hell did Bohdi get so many clothes was another question that was beginning to piss Riley off. Riley found the underwear drawer and he prayed the lube would be inside. He tossed and turned things over. He picked up a pair wondering why large compression shorts were in Bohdi’s things. Was he sleeping with another guy? No, of course not Bohdi wasn’t that type of dude. It’s just that Bohdi had started going through puberty earlier than the other boys and was more developed. Riley played with the elasticity of the waistband in his hands. Looking at the space for the pouch Bohdi was wayyyy more developed.

With a snap of his fingers Riley had it. He got on all fours and looked under the bed. Instead of being greeted by the sight of old pokemon cards there, Riley saw dress shoes side by side. Black, brown, mahogany almost a shoe rainbow. There were a few tennis shoes at the foot of the bed. Then out of the corner of his eye, Riley spotted the lube, He leaned and grabbed it. There was so much space under Bohdi’s bed now. Who knows what else was under there.

Certainly not Riley because the minute he grabbed the lube, he shucked off his underwear and skip-jogged to the bathroom. His cock led the way as he threw the bathroom door open and steam came out. He could hear the water running and Bohdi moaning on the other side of the shower curtain.

“Don’t tell me you’ve started without me?” Riley said and got no response. He threw open the curtain expecting Bohdi to jump back, but Bohdi didn’t. Bohdi eyes were closed closed as he was leaned against the shower wall. He bit his lip, as his facial hair began to grow. The hair follicles were coming back with a vengeance, They stretched out and didn’t seem to want to stop. Above his lip his mustache popped into the place, like a fat caterpillar resting above his lips. It wasn’t the same beard as before, this one was fuller, and bushier having claimed more residence over.

The hair on Bohdi’s chest took over, giving him two truly furry man pecs. As Riley’s eyes went lower, Bodhi’s pubic hair exploded outward like a black forest. Down further Bohdi’s feet began to stretch; an invisible force pulled them longer.

Riley dropped the lube. Bohdi’s eye snapped open, breath heavy, and water soaking into his hair-covered chest. He had a sexy smirk on his face until Riley began to back away. “Wait, I’m not the one–”

Riley was already out of the bathroom having slammed the door behind him. His Deja vu was back with a vengeance. It was like he’d seen Bohdi change before, but that was impossible. Worst of all his cock was rock hard. He needed to get away. He paused walking down the stairs. The house moved as if it was a mirage. It was like Bodi’s house was layered on top of another and someone had turned the transparency on. By the time Riley reached the bottom of the steps he forgot why he hadn’t stayed in the bathroom. He moseyed over to the living room couch. The shape wavered between a Lawson brown couch into a navy blue sectional. Riley collapsed on the chaise part, face up.

“Fucking motion sickness.” Riley said, throwing an arm over his face. That had to be the reason the world, or the house at least, was warping. Riley needed to not look. Instead he should think about how big Bohdi was. Bodhi’s early puberty development had left him looking like a grown man. Riley’s memory was filled with Bohdi standing over all the students. Bohdi’s clothes were always several sizes too small for his growing body. On the soccer field it was like someone had dropped a burly model looking dude straight on the field. Teachers would stop Bohdi in the halls, mistaking him for a parent.

“A parent?” Riley replayed that thought in his head. Why did that make him feel like he was forgetting something?

“Hey,” Bohdi stood at the base of the steps, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was completely dry; finished with his shower. Riley didn’t notice he had lost that much track of time. “Why are you butt-ass naked on my couch?” Bohdi strode with a certain swagger on his hips coming to stand over Riley.

“I think you mean your parents’ couch.” Riley took his arm down. The couch had solidified as the navy blue sectional. The house had fully converted to the other version. Though many of the same pictures and ornaments hung up on the walls and mantles, there was more vacant space, places where trinkets or pictures should have been.

Bohdi leaned over Riley. Coming in for a kiss, he trapped Riley in with his powerful arms. Nothing new there; they had both done that sort of thing before. However, Riley tended to be the initiator. Bohdi’s physically imposing presence aided in his actions. Riley was swallowed up by him, a massive muscled man. Putting up a leg, Bohdi slid on top of Riley. Riley was not going to be out done though he grabbed at Bohdi’s towel and yanked. The towel went flying as Bohdi’s cock fell onto Riley’s chest. A loud SMACK of skin meeting skin filled the air.

“Holy…” Riley said. Bohdi’s cock had gone through another metamorphosis, It was a monster now. There was a weight and heaviness to it, which is why it collided with Riley. Bohdi’s hairy chest rested on Riley’s smoother one,as they closed the gap between their bodies. Their cocks were pressed against each other, except Bodhi’s had some freedom due to the sheer size of it.The two made out, grinding their hips into the other. Riley tried not to think about all the strange prickling sensations from Bohdi’s hair. He should have been familiar with it by now, they had been fooling around with each other and Unique for ages.

There was no chance of Bodhi’s parents coming back tonight. The boy’s exhibitionist spirits could run loose without having to worry about actually being caught. Though there was always the low chance they’d get discovered. Neither realized that chance was about to become zero.

Bohdi’s left hand grabbed at Riley’s dick. Bohdi sat himself up, repositioning, before sitting on Riley’s. Riley helplessly watched his cock disappear between two furry man buns. Then it was gone. Bohdi didn’t wait; he immediately began to ride his boyfriend on the couch. Slow to start, but Bohdi soon found a Rhythm that came down with such force, Riley thought his hips might break. Bohdi was putting such power into his ass slamming down, without even meaning to, he simply had the muscles to do it. Riley should have been concerned about the bruising he’d possibly get, but he was entranced by the cock that swung in front of him. Using both hands Riley fittingly “manhandled” the cock and began to stroke it.

Riley curiously looked up to see if Bohdi was enjoying it. Bohdi however had thrown his head back lost in the throes of ecstasy, Up and down he went. For a split second Riley thought he saw Bohdi’s chest jiggle a bit more. A minute passed and then Riley was absolutely sure he saw it. Bohdi’s pec’s had grown. The muscles had gained size, responding with more buoyancy. Riley found his right hand on Bohdi’s chest squeezing. Bohdi’s own hand came up and kept it there, moving it between his two jugs.

The oversized soccer player was mumbling something. Riley focused on the words.

“ I used to hate facial hair …I used to hate facial hair, THEN IT GREW ON ME.”

Bodhi’s beard grew thicker, and a respectable distance from his chin. His torso erupted in hair, not a spot of brown skin was left, a dark coarse black pelt took over. Riley’s fingers disappeared in the heavy darkness. Only Bohdi’s dollop size nipples remained in view. In tandem, the hair on Bohdi’s arms and legs got heavy.

Riley’s mind was done, trying to comprehend, to compute. This was a hot and heavy MAN SEX. That was all that mattered. Who cared about the house rumbling? the walls shaking? Pictures falling to the floor? New pictures popping into place? The space on the wall rapidly filled up with awards and honors? Forget it. Riley couldn’t believe he was fucking such a hot guy.

“This has to be a joke,” Riley found himself saying with a smirk instead of thinking.

On cue, Bohdi’s eyes locked with Riley’s, still fucking himself on RIley’s cock. “When does a joke become a Dad joke?”

“Who fucking cares,” Riley said hismind miles away.

Bohdi’s voice dropped low and he spoke the words like an order, “Tell me, when does a joke become a Dad joke?

“When it’s apparent.” Riley answered immediately. His body shuddered and he came in unison with the man on top of him. The last thing he saw was a huge wad of cum lobbed straight at his eyes.

Riley was back in the black void. In the distance he could still hear that domineering voice, but in front of him images played like sewn together clips from a movie reel. Of him and his dad laughing and having a good time. His dad would say something and Riley would laugh. Riley remembered these scenes. Those were genuine laughs he was giving. Perhaps his dad wasn’t as unfunny as Riley claimed.

When Riley opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. He stretched out looking around, Such a fancy and ornate looking house.

“Riley, what are you doing down here?” A voice asked.

Riley turned to see a man holding a coffee mug with ‘World’s greatest dad on’ it. The man was wearing an open silk purple robe with matching pajama bottoms and dark gray slippers. His large pelted torso was on display, but much lower, a person would have to be blind not to see the imprint the man’s large cock was making in his pants. The man walked over his cock swinging along the way, Riley quickly diverted his attention.

“And where are your clothes?” the man asked.

Riley had only now noticed he was undressed. Luckily there was a towel over him. Reaching down, Riley confirmed he still had his underwear on.

The man sighed, “I’m guessing the boys did this,” the man asked as he turned back towards the staircase, “But I didn’t notice you when I came down to the kitchen. Did I want a morning cup of joe that badly? Careful Riley, I might be an addict.” The man smiled while sipping his cup.

Riley fought the urge to ask ‘who are you?’ Instead he looked around the house. Pictures of this man and two brute looking teenagers took up a sizable portion of their walls. Other objects had the surname Kashyap engraved onto them. His eyes fell on the one thing he recognized, the name “ Bohdi Kashyap” engraved under a large trophy of a man kicking a soccer ball.

“Bohdi,” Riley repeated.

The man’s eyes went wide, “Riley, now you know to call me Mr. Kashyap.”

Riley was confused this wasn’t Bohdi’s dad. Mr. Kashyap wasn’t quite so… rugged. Or was he? Riley’s mind was trying to grasp at something… anything. His mind couldn’t formulate a thought, until he said, “I’m friends with you…r son?” Was it a statement or a question, Riley didn’t know.

Mr. Kashyap nodded his head in fake understanding. “I see you’ve got morning brain too. I’m the same. So I’ll disregard your name slip up,” He nodded towards the stairs. “I’m sure the twins are sleeping peacefully in their beds after dragging you down here. You know how they are, they love pranks. They get that from me.”

“Twins?” Riley was sure he only knew one person with the name Kashyap, but twins sounded right. They were both on the rugby team; bulky dudes. And Riley had bedded them both at the same time on numerous occasions. At least before the older one started dating, Unique and Riley got closer to the younger one. After the concert he must have crashed, then boom he was prime target for the twins mischievous natures.

“If they give you a hard time getting your clothes this morning, let me know.” Mr. Kashyap said, and walked towards the stairs.

“This is a nice house, ” Riley felt like he had to say something kind to make up for his utter lack of awareness. Though he was always here, why would he say it now?

Mr. Kashyap smiled on the steps, “The bank keeps calling me to give me compliments, they say I have an outstanding balance.” He continued walking up the steps. Riley watched him go and couldn’t peel his eyes away from the solid figure disappearing.

Getting to school was a pain in the ass. The twins wouldn’t let him back into the room to change. Then when they did, they both had huge boners in their underwear, only to make Riley horny. When Riley got to homeroom he crashed. He needed to go back to sleep. Francisco came in and said hello. In front of him, sat another buff looking dude. Riley considered asking about the new student, because the guy certainly didn’t look like the kid from the day before. Ultimately Riley decided he just didn’t care enough.

When homeroom was over, Riley was happy to leave. He had first period free. No class, no other students, nothing. He planned to go to the library, find a nice quiet section and sleep. Unfortunately what he got instead was a text from Emil asking to meet in the parking lot.

RIley grunted as he stormed his way out the front doors of the school. Emil would probably be on Riley’s motor bike as he always was. What Riley found however was not that. Instead there was some dude in a beanie hat and gray muscle shirt, sitting on his bike. A hot view, but strangers on his personal property wasn’t awesome.

“Thank god! You’re okay.” The dude ran up and gripped Riley tightly, spinning him around.

“Woah, get off me dude,” Riley pushed the guy back.

“Riles it me, Emil” the guy said.

Like a switch going off in his head Riley’s memory began to change. Gone was the skater boy slacker type frame, replaced by a gym bro. Though he still had his long hair albeit now hidden under the hat. His face was wider which worked in tandem with his new neck that was thicker than an elephant trunk.

“Oh…of course” Riley muttered.

“NO, NOT OF FUCKING COURSE!” Emil said through gritted teeth. “I don’t fucking work out, you know I don’t!”

Riley scrunched his eyebrow that also sounded true.

“If I hadn’t decided to smoke this morning I might have not realized it myself.” He put a hand to his forehead. “Have you even noticed Bodhi and Raúl are gone?”

A spark started in Riley’s brains that ignited. Those names he knew! “Oh shit, I remember,” They were boys in his class. Yet they were no longer in his class. Just thinking about those names got his dick hard and he knew why. “They’re…They’re dads. “

“Yeah, They’re dads and they’ve been replaced by their hot sons in school. I mean here I was thinking we were all pretty alright dudes for highschool, but their sons are like sex on a stick.” Emil threw his head back sighing and looked at the sky. “They’re not the only one’s either. Some of the kids at our lunch table yesterday. I Didn’t see them in class and I think I know why now.”

“Let me guess there were ‘new’ students who had always been there? Happened to me too. I think this guy in my homeroom is gone now.”

“Dude, I’m not ready for kids.” He sat on Riley’s bike twiddling his thumbs, “Though the muscles are nice, and I do look hot,” convincing himself. “Any words of the wise for a doomed man?”

“Emil this IS hot to be honest,” Riley admitted frustratingly. “But how does something like this even happen? What’s causing it?”

Emil shrugged. “All I know is I couldn’t get Bohdi’s stupid joke out of my head. I even woke up laughing about it.”

“What joke?”

“He said when it comes to guys like me it’s hard to know whether I’m better at getting people or things baked.” A smile crept on Emil’s face. He shook his head as if to remove it. “See I was on the verge of laughing and all it did was make me chuckle last night. Now I just want to…ugh” He dragged his hands down his face.

Riley sighed “You know what, let’s play hooky. I’ll tell the school; we weren’t feeling well.” Riley knew his dad would be mad as hell if he found out. Skipping wasn’t exactly Riley’s brand of ‘cool’ but he’d help a friend out if needed. He got on his bike as Emil hoped on behind him. Riley wanted to ask what was with the banana poking him, but when he thought on it realized it was more than a banana.

The moment they got to Emil’s house. Emil hopped off the motorcycle and ran to the front door jamming his keys inside. Riley however, was more content to take his time, removing his helmet. Besides, something about Emil’s house looked off. It was bigger than normal or maybe it was a trick of the light. RIley dismounted his bike and slowly moved toward the door. Was Emil’s house really like a mini mansion?

“Dude come on,” Emil had poked his head outside the doorway and was waving his hand frantically. Riley jogged over stepping into the house. The interior opened right into an atrium with a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Riley’s eyes went down to Emil’s frame walking into another room. However before Emil reached that room his body sprung up in height. It was only so obvious because his shirt rode up revealing his belly button.

Emil looked back at Riley, “You saw that too?” Riley nodded wordlessly. “Fuck, Fuck! Okayyyyyy,” Emil grabbed at his throat. His voice had suddenly taken a nose drive, and the deep baritone that finished the statement was unfamiliar to both parties. The two shared a look before Emil marched into the living room. Riley was right behind him.

Emil gestured towards the couch. “Please sit.” his voice made it sound like a command even with the word ‘please’ thrown’ in. Riley sat while Emil continued onward back to the kitchen.

Riley’s mind was doing overtime. Emil’s house was changing and yet it was as familiar as ever. It was starting to come back to RIley. This particular deja vu had happened in Boh– Mr. Kashyap’s house! Though this time the house was already changed. Emil’s house was expansive and expensive. It always has been. The fireplace and the new coffee table were all befitting the new ambiance. A fact planted deep into Riley’s head. Riley could feel his brain accepting that fabrication. Though logically he knew Emil’s parents were modest middle class people.

Riley heard a voice in his head warning him. That it always went like this. His friends were becoming hot dads and all he could do was sit back and watch. Only him and the person transforming were aware. Yet Emil and his weed made him remember what things should be like. Was that the answer?

Emil walked back into the room as Riley simply stared. Emil was shirtless now wearing only an apron. Emil sighed, realizing why Riley was staring “My shirt fucking burst in the kitchen. My muscles grew and my shirt went *POP*. You didn’t hear it?”

Riley shook his head; he certainly didn’t. Emil’s upper half had certainly grown; his arms were massive with pecs so large that his nipples couldn’t hide behind the apron. Riley had to keep his dick down. Emil certainly looked like a porn fantasy Riley had once, except for the gym shorts. Though the way they were barely containing that bubble, they wouldn’t last long either.

A sweet scent wafted through the air. “What’s that smell?” RIley asked.

“Oh, I put some brownies in the oven.” Emil walked closer and leaned over, ”If you know what I mean,” he said with a wink. After standing back upright he turned around showing off his body. ”You didn’t think I put this apron on just for the hell of it did you?”

In all honesty, Riley had no idea why Emil would put an apron on at all, but it was nice to look at. Especially the ass. Riley was sure Emil’s butt bounced as he turned, getting several sizes larger.

There was a loud *DING*

“Ohhh the brownies are done,” He clapped his hands. “I know how much you and the boys love my brownies.” He poked Riley in the side a few times rapidly causing him to laugh. Then, Emil was gone back into the kitchen.

“What the fuck was that?” Riley poked at his own sides. He wasn’t normally that ticklish. Also how could the brownies be done? Riley could admit to losing a bit of time staring at the house but they couldn’t have been her for longer than 15 mins. Brownies would need at least 25 minutes.

“Ready!” Emil’s voice shouted, and Riley’s head turned. Emil was standing with oven mitts on, holding the tray in front of him. He had a huge goofy smile as he began walking over. His face began to reshape starting with his lower jaw. He gained even more inches in height as his body went up a weight class in [ure muscle. Riley couldn’t tell at first if Emil was growing, or his apron was shrinking but one thing was sure. His gym shorts had disappeared. Dude was rocking it in his too tight underwear. His bulge was poking out through his apron. He sat the tray on the coffee table then reclined on the couch, with a short spin. Opening his leg he let one fall on the spine of the couch and the other move to Riley’s lap.

He had done this before. Emil getting high was like unlocking a cockhound. They had traded blowjobs and even a few kisses before. Emil’s way of laying on the couch was invitation to initiate sexual acts. However now it was like Riley was trapped between two hams, with the way his thighs had grown. Emil gave a smirk to Riley, but didn’t say anything. He reached over and plucked a brownie off the tray and bit into it. “Hmm maybe this becoming a dad thing isn’t so bad cause these brownies are the best I’ve ever made.”

Riley reached over, he was shocked the brownies were warm, but not hot. Hadn’t they just come out of the oven? Anyway as he bit into one, he couldn’t get over how soft it was, and how his teeth sank right into them. So good, the perfect amount of sweet and… wait. Riley played with brownie in his mouth, waiting for a hint or something else. It never came. This was just a brownie plain and simple.

Emil finished his brownie as a stubble began to press out from his face. Another brownie disappeared off the tray and Emil’s facial hair started to grow rapidly. The more of the brownie he ate the darker and denser his new beard became. Emil reached for another brownie, this time hair appeared all over his body. It wasn’t dense hair but a fair dusting. A few brownie crumbs fell into Emil’s beard. He laughed, brushing it off, “You know that old saying? Used to hate facial hair, then it grew on me and all that. Makes crumbs annoying though.”

Riley stood up, “Hold on. I think I’ve heard that before.”

“Yeah it’s a classic.”

“No. I mean recently.” The connections in Riley’s brain were continuing to fade. “Do you know your house is different?”

Emil shrugged his boulder of shoulders, “Kinda, but it also feels right, you know? The bank keeps calling me to give me compliments, they say I have an outstanding balance.”

Riley rolled his eyes, he had heard that one before. He paused and it all hit him at once. A joke about facial hair, a joke about money. Those ‘jokes’ had compounded together and now Emil really was a guy with facial hair and money. Just like Mr. Kashyap …and Riley could feel his head get fuzzy again. Damn Emil’s brownies were good. He really was good at baking or whatever he had said earlier. Riley sat back on the couch, between Emil’s legs again. unsure of why he was standing. Emil ate another brownie and his beard became unruly. Very unlike the well groomed beard Mr. Karshap had or the permanent 5 o'clock shadow stained on Mr. Hendrix’s face. Emil’s beard was that of a truly “nature’s man” kind of guy.

“Is it hot in here?” Emil began to fan himself, then simply reached up and pulled his beanie hat off, except when he did his hair popped off with it. Riley rubbed his eyes. In Emil’s grasp, at the bottom of the hat, sat Emil’s hair, attached like a wig. Emil stared at it completely bald now. He tossed it over the spine of the couch. Riley never heard it plop onto the ground. Then again, he was too preoccupied with the way Emil’s body began to swell and stretch again. Emil’s limbs got longer starting with his legs. They grew to the arms of the couch and his feet hung even beyond that. Emil was a massive 6 ft 7 beast of a man wrapped in a cooking apron.

Riley was trapped between the steel bars of Emil’s leg; One on the spine of the couch th either leg across Riley’s lap. The second leg had to way a ton Riley couldn’t; understand how Emil could be dragging all that muscle around. However if there was one thing getting his attention. It was the tent poking up from the apron. Emil’s cock was out in the open and vulnerable. Where had his underwear gone? Who cared? Certainly not Riley. No, he was way more focused on how dry his throat felt staring at the dick.

Emil, too busy munching on another of his non-laced brownies, was defenseless as a warmth enveloped his cock. The big guy sputtered as crumbs flung from his lips onto his apron. He turned his large head down to see Riley had lodged his mouth on the cock. Emil moved if hand prepared to take Riley off, but slowly Riley began to force more of the cock into his throat. Emil paused due to the sensation. He could feel Riley’s throat opening to take him in. Except it was more than that. Even now Emil’s cock was growing to fit a man of his size, which meant it was expanding in Riley’s throat.

It was too late by the time Riley noticed. At first it was just a tickle, then it was like the cock was digging around, carving out its own space. Riley tried to back up but his jaw was locked up by the girth. That’s when the heaviness came, weighing down in Riley’s esophagus and bulging his esophagus out. Riley’s throat muscles flexed and pulsed trying to dislodge the cock out.

Emil’s hand gently wrapped around the back of Riley’s head and guided him down further. Riley couldn’t believe more of Emil’s cock was going into him. Then Riley was at the base of Emil’s cock, nose buried in Emil’s thick man-pubes. His eyes traveled up the pinnacle of masculinity, hidden behind domestication. Emil was a house husband. It was an absurd sight. Ridiculous. No, a joke.

“When does a joke become a dad joke?” Emil asked.

Riley struggled to speak, but the answer came automatically. The cock in Riley’s throat twitched as ropes shot off and flowed into his stomach, but it was too much For Riley. Unable to get a single breath with the cock, blocking his airways, He passed out.

—

Riley woke up, in a black void. No, it was a dark room. His room. The lights were turned off. He sat up in bed, then went over to his door. Light from the bathroom was peaking through the crack in his room. Riley realized he wasn’t moving his body, as it made its way to the hallway then downstairs. This was a memory. Now New Year’s day, 2 hours after the ball had fallen and his dad still hadn’t gone to bed. Mr.Fern sat outside on the front steps with a thin blanket staring at the night sky.

“Dad, you should go to bed.” RIley stepped outside and sat beside his father.

“Me? I like to get a good look up at the stars.” Mr. Fern removed the blanket off himself and put it over his son, “What are you doing up so late?” Mr. Fern nudged his shoulder into his son. The two shared a quick laugh.

Riley shrugged, “Guess I hadn’t tortured my ears enough and wanted to hear another one of your terrible jokes.”

“You little,” Mr. Fern pulled on RIley’s ear and pinched his cheek. The duo couldn’t stop laughing. “Instead of looking for a shooting star and wishing for world peace perhaps I should wish for you to learn to appreciate my jokes.?” Mr. Fern turned his head and pressed his hands together praying dramatically.

Riley snorted, ”Maybe.” he said silently, and leaned onto his father’s shoulder.

—

There was a loud groan, It took Riley a moment to realize it was coming from his own mouth. His stomach hurt. Looking at the ceiling, and the elaborate chandelier he already knew he was already in Mr. Lodson’s house. Immediately he knew why his stomach hurt. He was stuffed full of desserts. Mr. Lodson was a food pusher, but especially of desserts.

The door to the house opened and a chorus of footsteps piled in.

“Boys, boys” A brassy voice rang out. “I can’t believe you guys made Riley eat all this food alone while you guys played outside.”

Riley didn’t have the strength to move his body, but anyone could tell Mr. Lodson’s overpowering voice and the sound of 4 sons marching around. One in each year of high school. Mr. Lodson and his bountiful feast were the reason his sons’ footsteps were so heavy. Every single calorie was converted into muscles in the Lodson family.

“Dad, you know once we start eating your cooking, we can’t stop.” A voice rang answered. Riley couldn’t muster up the strength to turn his head. It had to be one of those boisterous sons, talking back.

There was more talking and movement, but it was indiscernible to Riley. He was suffering the after effects of a food coma. He didn’t know how long he was on the couch. All the voices coalesced and faded away, the ceiling turned dark. Riley sat up feeling better than ever. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. It was 11 pm on a school night! Mr. Lodson had let Riley fall asleep in his house once again. The man had so many sons he couldn’t tell Riley wasn’t one of them. Riley saw his dad had left a message. He cursed under his breath playing it as he made his way out the house.

“Riley, when you’re supposed to be home?” The message was asked in a way to ensure it was not a question. Mr. Fern let out a long sigh, “You know even Simba was extremely eager to buy a motorcycle so that he could Mu-fasa.” Riley groaned, hopping onto his bike. His dad always did terrible stress puns when he worried and they only got worse. Mr. Fern paused before talking, “Anyway I haven’t pulled my hair out yet, just get home soon or else I’ll call the police.” Riley started up his motorcycle and pulled out of Mr. Lodon’s driveway.

Riley’s brain was wracked. How would his dad react to this? Would he be mad? Crying on the couch? Pacing back and forth in the living room? Riley wasn’t the kid that stayed out late. This was more stress than he needed. There was a tickle in his throat. Riley had a light cough. Then another. A real one. Actually it wasn’t a cough…it was a laugh. In his head Riley could hear his father saying, “You know even Simba was extremely eager to buy a motorcycle so that he could Mu-fasa.” That was a funny joke. Not a gut buster, but it was stuck in his head. Annoying enough to stay there and not get out.

Even in the dark of the night, Riley rolled his eyes. He was giving a true genuine laugh to one of his dad jokes. His father would be loving this if he was here. Riley had to adjust himself on the motorcycle. The front was stretching away. But Riley knew that had to be nighttime playing tricks on him. Even the pedals shifted forward, aiding Riley’s posture shift. For a moment, Riley wasn’t sure if his feet could reach the new pedals, but he found them. He hadn’t noticed his legs had stretched to accommodate his new motorcycle.

What a motorcycle it was! The phrase ‘outstanding balance’ rang in Riley’s head. He could see it. Envisioning himself with money buying a motorcycle that reflected that. Where had he heard that phrase from? His ride became a Harley-Davidson not just a common motorcycle his father had bought from god knows where. And the names Simba and Mufasa ran through his head.

Riley’s grip ons the handles grew tighter as his body began to fill with muscles. Beginning with his chest, two bodacious pecs popped themselves into existence and continued to grow. Catching sight of it, Riley swerved off the road, but managed to safely come to a stop at the roadside.

“What the?” He watched as the transformation taking over his chest spread down to his arms. Riley gained more inches in height while his abs came into existence. The growth hadn’t stopped; it now flowed into his arms and legs respectively. Riley’s ass ripped his pants straight down the middle. He could feel the night air on his bare ass all because his ass had decided to copy his chest and stand out like a shelf. Riley’s arms and legs wobble as a tingle sensation overtook him.

Everything felt so good. Riley knew he was changing and growing.His arms swelled and the sleeves of his jacket began to rip. “Uh oh.” Riley had a tightness in his pants that was only getting worse. His thighs were taking up much more space in his pants. No way. This was hot he couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t going to stay out on a dark road. He hopped back on his bike. Down the road he went. The wind brushed past his face, soon little black streaks were cutting into his line of vision. He tried to swipe at them before realizing it was his own hair growing out from his head. Riley didn’t even understand how that was possible. He always had a helmet on to — Wait, when did he last have his helmet? — Because he certainly wasn’t wearing one right now. He heard his Dad’s voice in his head again talking about Simba and Mufasa. This time Riley laughed, a good hearty laugh. No one else was on the road. Why should he care if he was laughing at some joke? His arms and shoulders burst through the sleeves of his jacket, turning it into a makeshift vest. “Woah.” Riley said and his voice came out like a low growl.

Riley quickly pressed a hand against his throat, he was off put by the surface of his neck being prickly. In his head he could hear,“I used to hate facial hair, but then it grew on me.” The sentence bounced around in there refusing to get out. The scruff on Riley’s face only grew longer and bushier as a result. A full beard.

The road stretched on into a black abyss. Had the ride From Mr. Lodson’s house always been long? Instead of actively thinking about it, Riley was fighting against the desire to rub into the seat of his bike. He couldn’t help it his cheeks were becoming firmer every second leaving less room to properly sit. And that was only in the back. Riley’s cock had always been good for his size, but now it was claiming prime real estate in his pants. His penis inched up his right thigh, its outline increasing the farther he traveled down the road.

Finally, Riley’s feet ripped through his tennis shoes. They could no longer contain the giant size soles and toes. However they weren’t bare for long as the shoes began to morph, the material fading into a complete black with the shoe strings following. The shoe traveled up. Past his ankles swallowing a portion of his now beefer legs, engulfing them. Soon Riley was sporting a pair of combat boots.

Another voice rang in his head, “Are you better at getting people or things baked?” A smile formed on Riley’s lips. He was known to partake in recreational drug usage from time to time. And he was known to cook though baking wasn’t his strong suit like Mr. Lodson. Riley, however, was more at ease behind a grill with a “kiss the cook” apron.

A smile formed on Riley’s lips. He was feeling amazing. Almost home. Then he spoke out the words “Simba and Mu-fasa.” He was thinking of the joke, but also of those two strong powerful lions. His hair exploded outward. No gradual lengthening this time. It was all carried back by the wind and blew gloriously. Houses lined up both sides of the street. With the change Riley had to come to a stop once more. His head was getting fuzzy. He pulled off to the side and held the bridge of his nose.

He caught his reflection in his side view mirror. Damn he looked good. Like a proud fucking lion. There was a tingle that danced on the back of his former leather jacket. He quickly removed it. Embroidered across the back was an image of a lion made of smaller golden metal diamonds. He put the vest back on. It looked way smaller once it was on his body. He couldn’t even close it. His chest was too big. It made him laugh. What a fucking joke.

He looked away from his mirror to the houses around him. He had never been to this part of town. Must have been another affluent section of the city. The houses here were like baby mansions. How had he even gotten here? The house he was stopped in front of was the only one with the light on. There was a man inside walking back and forth in front of his window. Riley stared for a minute, squinting there was something familiar about the man, and his frantic movement… that was… His dad. Riley’s eyes got wide. “Shit, shit,” He muttered. He was late coming home. Though why was his dad in this strange house? Riley hopped off his motorcycle. His knee collided with a new helmet strapped to the handle bars.

“Where the…?” Riley grabbed it, only briefly considering its origin , before strolling up to the house.Up the path he tried to hold his laughter back, bringing a fist up to his mouth like a stifled cough. However that built up humor stayed with him. Every failed attempt pumped his chest up even further, until he just had to let it out. A strong chuckle that threatened to wake the entire neighborhood. Thankfully, by then he was already at his door. He knocked. He had to. His keys weren’t with him. His jeans were so constrictive due to his musculature he could see and feel everything in them. And the only thing he could feel tonight was his massive bulge, outlined like a concealed weapon. His cock throbbed.

What would his dad think when he opened the door? Why was Riley dressed like this? Why did he look so sexy? Or maybe he’d laugh thinking Riley looked funny. As if it was a joke. But Riley didn’t feel like a joke; he felt immense. If he was a joke, he was a big joke. Hunkier and manlier than any joke ever told. His cock was leaking, straight down his leg. Even if he couldn’t see his face he could just feel the power and confidence radiating from deep inside him. It turned him on so damn much. Then he heard the question in his head.

“When does a joke become a dad joke?”

On the opposite side of the door His father’s footsteps got closer. With each step Riley’s cock jumped in his pants, no longer a simple twitch. “When it’s APPARENT!” Riley answered to no one. The friction against his pants leg stimulated his cock head until the door finally opened and Riley was cumming in his pants. Spurt after spurt as the door opened wider. Then Riley found himself breathing heavily in front of the man in the doorway

“Hun, who are you shouting at? It’s late at night, who’s out there?” The man tried to peer around Riley’s broad shoulders.

“No, I wasn’t shouting. Just remembering the end to a funny joke you told me a long time ago. Want me to remind you?“

A smile grew on the other man’s face, “You know I love a good joke, but if you laugh again you might actually wake up the kids and the rest of the neighborhood.” RIley was ushered inside. His pants had become completely dry as he walked in the living room. “The last thing we need is people saying the Ferns are disrespectful.

“Who could ever hate a bunch of PLANT-people like us?” He replied smugly as the door closed. Then he wrapped his arms around his husband. “Come on Mr. Fern, let’s go to bed, I’m tired.”

“Hi, I’m tired, I’m dad!” the other man laughed.

“You were waiting for that one weren’t you?” Riley eyed his husband suspiciously.

“Why Mr.Fern I have no idea what you mean…” He stepped out of the embrace, holding on to one of Riley’s arms and dragged him upstairs.

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malemusclegrowthfanuk · 11 months

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Damn thanks bro, gotta hit the gym now.

Hey I'm a skinny nerd andnaonis my boyfriend, he says I'm boring can you turn me into a sexy tall bodybuilder so I'm not boring nerd anymore?

Sure thing bro, no one wants a boring nerdy boyfriend so lets see how your life will change. First of all height, lets shoot you up to a rocking 6.5ft bean stalk, second lets pump your body full of blood and muscle, no more tiny nerdy frame now you're a giant beast of a man, but we can't just had body changes now if you don't wanna be a boring nerd. Lets replace all of those nerdy dorky loves and interests with those of a gym rat, your obsessed with form, diet and even flexing to yourself.

There you go, a giant meat head who's no longer a total fucking dork, however you boyfriend might be second guessing himself now as talking to you always lead to a conversation about lifting by the 2nd sentence, you don't wanna out to dinner because it'll fuck with your meal plan, your boyfriend asked you what your to-do list for the day was and you just rattled off you workout plan, 3 hours in the gym and atleast 6 hours flexing to yourself in the mirror. well you aren't a boring nerd anymore but with an IQ of basically 0 and no personality other than gym you're a boring bodybuilder.

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malemusclegrowthfanuk · 11 months

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I fucked up, I used the Chronivac to make my dad have been a muscle bull in his youth to try and rig my own genetics in my favor but now all the academic awards me and my brothers had earned have changed into athletic ones and my dads study in the basement is gone and the whole space has become a home gym! Each day my brothers and I are getting more beefy and less mentally sharp, please help before we’re all stuck as smelly bros!

Hold on, let me check this out. Hold on! Wait, wait, wait! That's your father?

Your father is a fucking legend! I still have the issue of FLEX 04/2004. Your father on the cover. He was my motivation to start training. He inspired a whole generation. Do you remember his Sun's out Guns out initiative from 2006? When it was recommended that only sleeveless tops be worn in high schools? That was insane motivation for the entire nation to run to the gym and get those biceps burning, wasn't it?

Or in 2012, when as an advisor he convinced President Jay Cutler to ban men under 25 from using deodorant? Man, I was just a sophomore in college then. Most of the time after that, we would also skip showering right after workouts and fuck right away. I still get a boner when I smell a guys locker room.

Bro, what was your problem again? What did you write? I got a little carried away. But I'm just a huge fan of your old man. So: you're asking if Chronivac Inc. can support him in his run for Senate? Honestly, it takes more Big Bros like your dad in politics. Lately, I believe the Crossfitters have been getting too much influence. I'll pass your request along to the lads in marketing and they'll get back to you.

One more request from my colleagues in support: Will you forward our photo to your father? What we are, we owe to him. Thank you very much!

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Just a Bit Bigger

Jung was a 22 young college athlete and vice captain of the rowing team. He had been the vice captain since he was a first year which was no probably. Jung was a fairly easy going guy and never getting captain never really bothered him, lately he wasn’t even sure if his heart was still in rowing. He had an incredible body but lately he had been admiring the young bodybuilders on the deadlifting team. Jung finished the last rowing practice before the winter break. The lake would freeze over and Jung would have a lot more time on his hands for the next few months. He got home thinking about his new workout plan for the winter. He thought about it for a while and decided he’d go out and try a bodybuilding program to get bigger, there was no way he’d get as big as the bodybuilders on his campus before the next rowing season but he would at least start to see if he liked it and wanted to continue with it. Jung opened up a word document and pasted a pic of himself he took a few days ago as his first progress pic.

Jung had no idea where to begin creating a bodybuilding plan or workout. for the past 6 years he had relied on daily rowing to pretty much do everything for him and the occasional heavy weight lifting over winter break but even then he never really went that heavy, he had mainly stuck to his maintenance to keep the boat as light as possible.

Googling away for a few hours he had gotten a diet and macro plan sorted and some of his workout plan but he was still lost in a rabbit hole and youtubeing heavy weight lifting form and what the best plan to build more muscle fast. He was about 8 pages deep into google when he saw a strange link. It was decorated with emoji stars and arms flexing. With nothing to lose and the best antivirus money could buy Jung shrugged and clicked on the link hoping he would get an easy free workout plan.

Moments after Jung clicked the link his computer screen began to glitch out and the sound of electricity and sparks filled the room. Jung began to freak out and he backed up expecting his computer to explode. Jung looking at the glitching screen and watched as two spectral hands grabbed the sides of the monitor and something began to pull itself out from his computer screen.

Jung fell off his computer as he watched the glitchy images pull itself out of the screen forming the silhouette of a man, the shape became more detailed every second until soon a torso spectral head and torso of a man was floating above the computer, connected into the screen through a long glitchy lower half where legs would be. The man was incredibly muscled with a deep jersey tan, bleached blonde hair, a red backwards cap and tinted glasses. “YO YO YO WHAT IS UP MY GUYYY” the man yelled “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU AND HOW ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING PC”

“aww what? like bro you like, totally summoned me?”

“SUMMONED YOU?? HOW THE FUCK DID I SUMMON YOU?? WHAT THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU??” Jung shrieked clinging to the wall behind him trying to stand up.

“ohhh okay, I totally got you bro, so I’m a modern Djinn, like, the millennials of Djinns, instead of shitty lamps I got uploaded to the internet and blah blah” the Djinn noticed his reflection in the mirror in the corner of Jung’s room and began to flex to himself

“s-s-so I get to wish for anything?”

“NAAAH BRUH, I’m for sporting, muscles, health, blah blah all those boring rules”

“rule? what are they” Jung sheepishly asked

“UUUUUGGHHH” the Djinn stopped posing and turned to fully face Jung “its easy as bro, rule one you can wish for anything to do with sports, fitness or health” the Djinn flashed a double bicep pose “rule two, no backsies, don’t be a coward bro, be confident in your wish” the Djinn changed to a sideways pec pose “and third rule, you only get three” the Djinn began to flex his triceps and let out a loud grunt

Jung had managed to scramble himself up to his feet, still having no idea what was happening.

“so, any…sports wish?”

“YEAAH BRUH, NOW YA GETTIN IT, although I dunno why you got my link, you got a fuckin rockin bod bro, normally nerds and dorks click on my link, what do you do? tennis? baseball?” The Djinn asked turning to the mirror again

“I’m a rower, although I might wanna get into bodybuilding? I’m not entirely sure”

The Djinn stopped posing once again, Jung’s words catching his attention “YOOOOOOOOOOO BODYBUILDING, BRO, THATS MY FUCKING JAM BRO”

“Well I dunno, if I wanna go fully into bodybuilding” Jung sheepishly scratched the back of his neck

“nah nah nah bro I got you like okay” The Djinn put his hands on the sides of his head, rubbing his temple looking like a frat bro trying to generate a though “OKAY SO BRO I GOT IT, okay so like, you wish to be a bit bigger, if you like it, go full bodybuilder, IF you don’t like it, use the last wish for a rowers body like the one you got, TECHNICALLY you don’t break the rules”

“Okay, l-lets do that”

“nah bro, you gotta say it like, wish it”

“Okay, I wish, I wish you’d make me a bit bigger”

“YO WISH IS MY COMMAND BRUH….just accept the terms and conditions, normal tech shit bruh”

“oh okay…I accept?”

“YO WISH IS MY COMMAND BRUH” the Djinn snapped his fingers forming a finger gun pointing at Jung.

There was a flash of light from the computer screen blinding Jung for a moment, but he felt his body begin to grow and stretch. He couldn’t see what was happening but he felt like he was inflating, like blood was being pumped directly into his body. The light finally faded from the room and Jungle was able to see his new body once again.

“YOOOOO LOOKIN GOOD BRUH” Yelled the Djinn

“d-d-DUDE, IM ACTUALLY BIGGER?” Jung yelled feeling up his new body.

“you lookin at a mystical tech genie and you surprised you actually changed?” The Djinn laughed

“yeah dude, I, thought I hit my head or something but now I’m actually bigger? not bodybuilder bigger but bigger?

“oh you only said a bit bigger bro, we can go even bigger”

Jung thought for a moment, feeling his newly enlarged biceps and tracing the lines of his chiselled muscles, he saw his already great body enhanced into something better, he definitely wanted to see what was next, and if he didn’t like he he could always wish for a rower’s body again”

“aight tech genie do your thing, I wish to be a bit bigger”

Once again the Djinn snapped his fingers and the room filled with light. Jung began to groan and moan as he felt his body expand again. The same feeling as before only this time he head his skin stretch and bones grind as he felt himself grow a few inches taller. The light in the room faded.

“daaammmn bro, I’d tap that” laughed the Djinn

But Jung was too interested in himself to notice the comment.

Jung was massive now, looking like he could be part of the deadlifting team, looking like he could be the captain of the deadlifting team. Jung grabbed his bicep, feeling the strength and size behind it, his hands found his way to his pec, it was the size of a dinner plate, bigger even. Jung squeezed his pec and moaned.

“Bro, why, why do I feel so, ummmm, horny?” Jung nervously looked away from the Djinn but staring in the mirror just made it worse.

“Coz you gay bro?” The Djinn said posing in the mirror floating above Jung.

“GAY? I DIDN’T WISH TO BE INTO DUDES”

“Bruh?? you serious?? terms and conditions bro, these bodies need to be appreciated none stop, so I make dudes gay to ya know?” the Djinn was barely paying attention to Jung’s shock.

Jung couldn’t keep himself from squeezing his body, sure he could be called a bodybuilder now but, if he thought he was hot now, how would he look in the next phase?

“Ready for the next wish bro?

“errrr, what should I do?”

“bro, I got chu, lemme hulk you out”

Being hunked out seemed awesome, and he had one more chance to go back to being a rower if he wasn’t into it.

“Okay Djinn, I wish you’d do your thing” Jung nervously said.

Once again the Djinn snapped his fingers. “alright bro LETS HULK YOU OUT!!!”

“WAIT HULK?? I THOUGHT YOU SAID HUNK??” Jung tried to protest but it was already too late, the room filled with light and Jung felt his body expanding, but not only his body, he felt his package expand in his underwear too, size increasing everywhere, more than he experienced the past few times. Jung felt himself growing even taller and the light began to fade from the room.

“DAAAAM BRO, LOOKS LIKE MY WORK IS DONE YO” The Djinn grabbed Jung by the shoulders shaking him with excitement

It didn’t take long for Jung’s eyes to come back into focus and for him to see his new body.

Jung couldn’t stop himself from feeling up his new massive body

“bro, wha, what did you do to me” Jung nervously rubbed the back of his neck whilst staring at his new massive form in the mirror.

“I hulked you out bro, and you look fucking huge, a human tank, an absolute BEAST”

“duuude, I thought you said hunk, like you were gonna turn me into a massive HUNK” Jung was doing his best to protest his new body but couldn’t help but feel himself up.

“why would I hunk you up when I could hulk you out bro?” The Djinn began to float towards the computer

“aight, okay, nah, I wish for a rower’s body, this is a bit too bulky” Jung said as he tried to pull the underwear that was uncomfortably wedged in his muscular ass

Jung caught himself in the mirror again and flexed his huge arm. Instantly the horniness came back and it was stronger than ever. Jung couldn’t help but pose his arms and feel his pecs.

“ayyy sorry bro, three wishes are up man, you a bodybuilder now”

“wha?? you mean?? THIS FUCKING BULKY FOREVER??” Jung began counting on his fingers double checking his wish.

“yeah sorry man, catch you on the flip side” The Djinn began to fade back into the computer.

“WAIT BRO, atleast gimmie some clothes that fit this huge, bulked out bod” Jung’s mouth almost watering as he looked down at his mountainous pecs

“sorry bro, not my area of wishes, catch you laterrrrrrrr”

and just like that, the Djinn was sucked back into the computer leaving Jung standing in his room alone.

Jung tried to find something in his room that would fit his new body, even if he had to go commando, anything to get out of this tight restricting underwear but everything in his room was tiny. His pants could barely get around his calves. His training shorts were the only thing that sorta fit even though they had practically become underwear to him but the issue was his new height and size below. Jung was now 8ft tall and packin, Jung had to find something to wear, he couldn’t deal with how tight his underwear was anymore.

Jung bent over to pick up a pair of stretchy training legging to see if they’d fit when *ping* Jung heard a small rip and felt the confining underwear release him. Jung slowly stood back up and looked in the mirror.

“oh…no”

Jung’s tight underwear let go in the back, falling to the front, his underwear was now his loincloth. Jung walked over to his computer realising he had to order all new clothes, stomping with every step causing everything loose in his room to shake.

Jung sat down at his desk, feeling his chair almost break under him. He leant forward on his desk hearing it creak under his massive weight. Jung went to search but got a notification.

“Hey bro!! sorry I had to leave you disappointed, hope this helps” it was signed from the tech genie. Inside the email was a folder filled with photos. Jung clicked on it and saw at least 10 photos all of his knew body flexing in the mirror, the Djinn must have taken them when Jung wasn’t looking.

“god…I look so good” Junk thought to himself, his mouth began to drool and his hand found its way under the thin clothe barely covering his junk. Jung leant back in his chair hearing it creak like it was about to break under him. Jung started to jerk himself off, staring at the pictures of himself on the screen. Jung lifted his other arm next to him and flexed his bicep.

“fuck I’m big”

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Newfound Understanding

Greg was an understanding Father to his kids, he was attentive and patient. He just wasn't very active, in areas where most Dad's would be teaching their kids how to catch, Greg was teaching them mathematics and history.

This of course didn't stop his kids from partaking in sports, his youngest son Arthur was now in college leading the wrestling team to the State Championship. Greg was always so supportive and went to as many matches as he could, with his wife passing away his kids had become his world.

During the meets Greg would be cheering in his usual song song voice. Normally this was drowned out by most of the crowd, and if you weren't paying attention then you wouldn't have noticed the thin man in his plain dress shirt and pants. Unnoticed by everyone except Arthur, Arthur always heard his Dad's weak chants through the crowd and it made him shrink, which in wrestling is the last thing you want to do. The match went well and Arthur's team won, despite some slip ups on his part. The team was coming together and celebrating as Greg's meek voice came through trying to reach Arthur.

"Artie!" He called as his son then turned his head towards his Dad eyes widening slightly as he pulled away from the group.

"I am so proud of you! You really wrestled well!" Arthur grabbed his Dad and led him into the locker room and had him sit down.

"Dad you know I really appreciate you being here, but I got distracted because of you." Arthur explained as Greg looked up at him with a sad expression creeping over his tired face. "I'm just starting out here and I need to be at my best you know? I just could tell you were watching me cause you care, which is great! It just felt like a new kind of pressure...I'm sorry."

"No no...I'm sorry for putting that on you. I'll still come to the games, just won't be as loud I think." He stands up placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder.

"Don't exactly fit this place anyway." Greg admitted as one of Arthur's teammates came in.

"Artie we're going out, you coming?" He asked as Arthur looked at his Dad, Greg nodded with a small smile. Arthur nodded and leaned briefly into his Dad and then left leaving Greg alone.

Greg sighed as he sat down again his eyes staring blankly at the grey floor. His eyes trailing around absently until he laid his eyes on the singlet laying on the floor half in the locker half out. He sighed standing up his hands gingerly picked it up and then looked around. He rolled it out after just folding it up and placed it over his chest.

"It's...it's so skimpy?" He mutters to himself as he then looks around. The gymnasium had fallen quiet as now most people had left. "Well...never tried it before." He thought, he quickly stripped himself of his plain office attire. He shimmied his way into the singlet and pulled it up over his shoulders. Even though it was spandex it was still loose and clinging barely to Greg's frame. He brought up his arms and gave a paltry flex.

"That was silly." He sighed as he moved to take it off the bands pulling away only to snap back to his body. A small yelp was heard from Greg as he tried and tried to get the singlet off. He stopped as he felt a wave of heat wash over him, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His breathing became heavy as he lunged himself onto the sink counter by the showers. He put his hand against the mirror, the glass began to fog up from the intense heat Greg was producing. His eyes traveled over his body, it was covered in sweat and the singlet was tight against his frail musculature until he locked eyes on his hands. He could feel his skin boil and pop crackling underneath as now both hands rested on the mirror. His hands grew outwards the fingers swelling larger, hands growing callouses from the intense training hours they did.

As his hands grew the changes spread forth his forearms swell up veins snaking their way up through his arms as his hands balled up into fists as his muscles began flexing. His biceps began to blow up with muscle the fibers twisting under the skin as he felt his shoulders snap and pop. He let out a lewd moan as he felt the shift in his neck his voice dropping lower as well becoming thicker. His beard was replaced with a square jawline. Years of wrinkles washed away as his face began to twist and turn younger and younger. His hair shortened and became a warm chestnut blonde, while his hair was finishing up his chest practically ballooned out. The fabric of the singlet stretched over the expansive muscle as the pecs jiggled with growing mass. Greg's legs nearly buckled at the new growth, his cock was already strained against the fabric a measly 5 incher that barely had a dent on the groin. He moaned as his cock snaked upwards towards his hardening torso. It felt almost as if the singlet was massaging his cock and stretching it out. It compressed tightly against his shaft causing him to grip the countertop as his legs exploded with girth and mass. His ass filling out the singlet even further than before. He could feel his nuts swell and tighten up as he let out a deep and gutteral moan as he shot stream after stream of cum against his midsection soaking into the fabric disappearing.

Nearly dazed to the point of seeing stars Greg slowly stood himself up his new stature was impressive 6'4 versus 5'8 and about 100 pounds of muscle Greg couldn't help but run his hands over his body. His pecs popping as he teases the new form.

"Greg!" Arthur's voice echoed through the locker room as Greg stood up straight before turning around to see his son looking at him.

"Hey before we go we gotta take pictures for the school c'mon."

"Yeah of course." Greg nodded unsure in the moment before they both walked out of the locker room.

Greg smiled for the picture with his new best friend Artie.

"Hey man how's your Dad?" Greg asked between shots as Arthur nodded.

"He's good, busy but good." He answered leading to Greg to smile wide, his old life fading from memory all that remained was his new life filled with huge possibilities.

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malemusclegrowthfanuk · 1 year

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Are you into nerdy wimpy dad's transforming into muscle jocks/bodybuilders

There are several aspects of this that I love, I like the idea of a mild mannered Dad becoming more confident and vigorous. From what I have seen though is that I don't like aggressiveness in those stories. They always become assholes and that I don't like.

I do love the cockiness, for me cockiness doesn't mean aggressive so it's an interesting line I walk lol. I also enjoy the change in age a bit as well.

There's a lot to love in this category.

(this is actually a pic you can look forward to seeing with a Jock TF. ;)

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Odds & Ends: The Muscle Shirt, a Sk8ter Dreams story

9,900 Subscribers SPECIAL

Thank you everyone! In the lead up to the big 10,000 subs, I'm going to be posting some of my oldest original stuff. I used to be a tf writer known as LanceFan2001 or Ikaika. I frequented cyoc.net and the narcississ archive (i think it's the predecessor to the current GSS.com) and the original gay muscle story archives.

These were the days that we had to put warning lables before we posting gay stuff. It was a time before network admins or parental controls, It was a different world. But maybe not so different.

I was lucky to find a community, and someone important to me, whom I have lost contact with was O'Melissokomos: The Bee Keeper. He had his own site, that was part transformation stories part political news blog. It just worked. Anyway, he illustrated this story. I am so thankful that CYOC still has those images. So, I present,for the first time with illustrations , Odds & Ends: The Muscle Shirt.

Odds and Ends: the Muscle Shirt

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction depicting gay sex. If reading such material is offensive to you, or if you are under the legal age to read such material, please read something else.

Author's Note: This is a tale in the Sk8ter Dreams universe spin- off, "Odds and Ends". Special Thanks goes out to Reaver who started this universe.

Second Author's Note: This story is not meant to offend ANYONE. It is FANTASY, and should be taken as so. Thank you! >>>Ikaika<;<<

Trent Stephens dried his hair with a towel he had taken to storing in his school locker-yet again. This time, some freshman jocks had the pleasure of "flushing" him. You would think that as a high school senior, Trent would be the one administering that particular rite of passage, or at the very least would garner a little respect from the incoming freshmen. Sadly, he did neither.

Perhaps it was because of his appearance that he faired so poorly with his peers. Trent stood at 5'6", and weighed 235 pounds, most of it fat. He never wore any trendy clothing, instead, sticking to a wardrobe consisting of thrift store finds. Perhaps, adding to Trent's position on the bottom of the social ladder, was the combined fact that he was the new kid, who had no backbone.

Trent was also a nerd. Growing up, while the other boys were outside, playing tag or participating in sports, he preferred to sit in the library and read books, or sit in front of his custom-built computer, and play games. He really had no friends either. He obviously didn't fit in with the jocks or trend setters, and even the computer nerds felt that he was too geeky for their clique.

Trent slammed his locker shut, and with a clumsy, jerking movement, swung his book bag over his shoulder. Just as he was leaving the school, his backpack, filled to the brim with books for school, and "a little light reading", ripped at the seams, causing one of the straps to tear, and littering the deserted hallway with his books and folder paper. "Shit," he silently cursed, "What else can go wrong today?"

It took Trent about 15 minutes to pick up his things, and find a plastic bag to put his stuff in. He exited the school, and made his way to the bust stoop. As he approached the stop, he heard the bus approaching. He ran for it, only to be left behind in a cloud of dust, as the bus zoomed past.

"Great," he thought to himself, "looks like I'm walking home again."

Luckily for Trent, he only lived a mile from the school. He began his trek home, huffing and puffing in the hot and humid August sun.

He passed the many banks, stores and strip malls that were a common sight in suburbia, not paying too much attention to what he was seeing. He walked by a bakery, enjoying the smells waffing in the air. He pressed his face against the glass to see what treats were available for sale inside. As he glanced back towards the sidewalk, he noticed something unusual. The lot next to the bakery, that had been empty ever since Trent had moved to town, was now filled. In it, a store had appeared, almost overnight. Green awning lined the front and the sides of the store, and a sign reading "Odds & Ends", displayed the name of the establishment.

His curiosity piqued, Trent entered the store, and he heard the jingle of a bell ring overhead. Trent took a moment to look over the shop. It looked like a thrift store, with shelves piled high displaying miscellaneous artifacts. There were also a few racks, tables and bins of clothing, and a shoe rack in the corner. His eyes fell upon one item in particular... a sleeveless, Navy Blue, Abercrombie & Fitch shirt. Trent walked towards the rack, his palms sweating in anticipation. The shirt looked oversized... Really oversized! Just as eh was about to reach for the shirt, a voice called out to him, "Can I help you, sir?"

Trent jumped in surprise. "Where did he come from?" he wondered as he got a look at the person the voice belonged to. He was a teenager, looking both innocent and mature. The shopkeeper was dressed in a baggy green shirt, and had a backwards, sized, baseball cap on with a logo that was unfamiliar to Trent.

"Hi," Trent said, a little shakily.

"Hello," The shopkeeper said, "looking for anything in particular today?"

"Well, this shirt intrigued me," Trent answered. "I've never seen such a large A & F shirt before. Is it genuine?"

"Indeed it is, sir," the shopkeeper said, as he calmly walked to the rack, picked up the shirt, and showed Trent the sewed-in labels.

Trent looked at the labels, the shopkeeper presented. Stitched into the material of the shirt was an original label. It showed the size of the shirt as being a XXL. It also had a second tag sewed in above the main tag that read "muscle."

"I never knew A & F made shirts in a XXL size," Trent quasi-asked, quasi-stated.

"If I'm not mistaken," the merchant replied, "They tried it once, but found that it didn't fit in with their marketing campaign."

"Heh," Trent thought, "their marketing campaign. All those hot models in, but mostly out of their tightly fitted clothing. Those hot bodies... how I wished I had a body like that.

"How much?" Trent asked.

"Only $5.00," the storekeeper responded, "but, I think that it's a little too big for you. Why don't you try it on? The fitting room's right there," he added as he ushered Trent into what looked like a closet with a shower curtain in front of it.

Trent shrugged his shoulders, took the shirt the teen held out, and slid the curtain shut. Feeling a little strange, he shucked off his sweaty polo shirt, and put on the Abercrombie & Fitch tee. Trent looked into the mirror. He felt that the shirt fit him just fine. It wasn't baggy at all. In fact, the vertical white stripes down the sides of the shirt, actually helped Trent look a bit simmer. It was his slight paunch, however, which stretched the shirt out a little, that kind of ruined the effect.

"How does it look sir?" The storekeeper asked, breaking Trent from his train of thought.

"It's a little tight," Trent said.

"Nonsense!" The teen replied, opening the curtain and ushering Trent out of the room, and in front of a mirror mounted on a wall. "Let me take a look."

"It's a muscle shirt," the shopkeeper said, "so, it's supposed to be a little tight." He tugged the shirt in a few places, adjusting a few folds, and smoothing out the shirt. "Looks like a perfect fit to me," he said, admiring his work.

"How can you say that?" Trent asked, a little irritated.

"Look in the mirror."

Trent did as the shopkeeper asked, and was taken aback by what he saw. His stomach wasn't protruding as much as it was just a few moments ago... In fact, his belly seemed to be diminishing, the accumilated fat, just melting away.

"How did that happen?" Trent asked.

"What do you mean sir?"

"That," Trent said, as he pointed to his stomach in the mirror. Trent let out an audible gasp as he was in for another surprise. His once flabby stomach was now gone. He stood transfixed as ridges formed on the shirt, holding tight to his body, and revealing slight definition. The crevices deepened as a four-pack developed into a six-pack which then morphed into a highly defined, ripped eight-pack.

"Whoa... What was THAT?" Trent asked dumbfounded.

"I still don't know what you're talking about sir," the shop keeper said, ignorant to the fact that Trent was changing before his own eyes.

Trent realized that he was now looking down on his companion. He could have sworn that he was eye to eye with the shopkeeper when he had walked into the store.

"This is so fucking cool," Trent said.

"Sir," the shopkeeper responded, "I still don't know what you're talking about..."

But the shopkeeper's remarks were cut short, as Trent doubled over, and reached for his legs. They were cramping... BIG TIME! As he put his hands around his calves, he thought to himself, "They're growing!"

And he was correct in his analysis. Trent's claves were growing. In fact, his whole leg was expanding in both directions. Rock hard muscle developed on his calves and thighs, as they both lengthened. They were engulfed in pain, until finally, the growth stopped. The results were diamond shaped calves, the definition impeccable, and the size of a football. His thighs were so thick, they resembled the trunk of a coconut tree.

Trent then began to feel a pressure around his feet. They felt squeezed into his shoe all of a sudden... suffocating in the tight quarters in which they were contained. Quickly, Trent bent down to take off the shoes. When he did so, he found that his feet were also growing. Creeping past a size 11... slowly stretching, elongating past a 12 �... the bones crunching, crackling and reconstructing themselves, finally stopping at a size 15. His socks then reshaped, and readjusted themselves from knee high tube socks, a pair of Nike no-show socks.

"Are you okay sir," the shopkeeper asked, not really understanding what his customer was going on about.

"I don't kn..." Trent cried out, "But.. but... ARRGGGHHHHHH..."

Trent's comment was cut short by a new pain, this time centered in his chest. On the one hand, he felt like he was being massaged, yet on the other hand, he felt like his chest muscles were being pulled apart. He started sweating profusely, as he gawked in the mirror. His man-tits were disappearing! They were restructuring themselves, turning the once jiggly fat reserves, into solid plates of steel. His pectoral muscles (that's what they were now, not fat, but pure muscles) stretched his shirt to the limit. Trent realized that the shirt he was wearing began to shrink. The bottom hem creeping up, revealing the cobblestone bricks he now had for abs. Trent watched as his nipples shifted, now facing outwards, instead of the downward direction they once faced.

His pecs now pumped, the pain moved to his sides, back and shoulders. Trent's traps, lats and back muscles grew out, forcing his arms to hang at an angle, instead of straight down. His shoulders widened and broadened. The changes finally stopped when Trent's frame looked like a doorway: intimidatingly looming.

Trent didn't have time to comment on this, however, as the pain moved to his arms. Bones crackled and muscles elongated to keep up with his lengthening arms, which grew in proportion to his new physiology. Then, as they stopped their downward journey, his arms began to swell. Like a balloon inflates, Trent's arms blew up, but unlike a balloon, Trent's biceps and triceps were filling up with strong, hard, potent muscle tissue.

Trent's arms continued bulking up, finally reaching a point when his upper arms resembled basketballs. His skin was stretched tight, that it appeared his skin was no more than a sheet of paper. The feeling shot from the arms, down to the forearms. They pumped up, increasing in size, finally looking like miniature legs of lamb, but without any of the fat.

Next, Trent's hands expanded. Growing to mach the size of the rest of his body... HUGE! Joints popped, bones broke apart and reformed, and ligaments and tendons realigned themselves until Trent could more than easily palm a bowling ball... yes, a bowling ball!

At this point, Trent looked into the mirror, and realized what was happening. He saw his solid body, rippling with newly formed mass and muscle. He was turning into a jock. He was becoming one of those jocks he had always fantasized about being. One of those jocks that had always picked on him. The very jocks he detested, yet, subconsciously longed to be.

With that thought, an erotic rush came over Trent's body, centered in his groin. He accepted these changes... No... not accepted, he embraced them... welcomed them. Then, he felt movement on his thighs, and realized that his briefs were turning into boxer briefs... The underwear inched down his thighs, and fit tightly over the densely packed muscles of Trent's thighs and bubble butt. Then, he felt more movement, and an electric shock in his penis. "No, not my penis," Trent corrected himself, "My cock... my fuck stick."

He felt his cock snake down his thighs, and was surprised when the growth seemed to complete itself when it reached about three-quarters of the way down his thigh. Another erotic rush shook his body, as his balls swelled in size from the size of grapes to the size of golf balls, and even then, a little bit bigger. Trent's nutsack dropped, and met expanded to match the growth of its contents.

"UUUGGGH!" Trent grunted, his now deep voice, echoing with a bassy resonance. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, a new sensation spreading across his face and neck.

"Sir," the shopkeeper said, "If you're going to be a while in front of that mirror, I'll just be doing a few things that need to get done. Just call me if I can help you with anything." And with that, he disappeared from Trent's view.

Trent watched in the mirror as his face rearranged itself. First, his eyes lightened, going from a dark brown, to hazel, passing pale green, and finally stopping at a bright, mesmerizing blue. His cheekbones and facial structure transfigured, giving Trent more angular features, raising his cheekbones higher, and squaring off his jaw. Then, his nose collapsed, and reconstructed itself, giving Trent a nose that appeared to have been broken a few times, yet still having a shape that perfectly matched his other facial features. The pieces of the puzzle coming together, Trent looked into the mirror, and marveled at the fact that the face looking back at him was a face that could be on billboards, magazine covers, and even in the Abercrombie and Fitch Quarterly!

Trent's hair lightened in color. Changing in a few seconds from black, to a sun-highlighted, bleached blond look. It filled in fuller, and thicker than ever before, and all of a sudden, his scalp started itching, as it all started receding back into his skull. All that was lift was a short crew cut, with the sides and back faded down, and his bangs up-turned and spiked out. Then, he watched as his sideburns filled out.

The itching exploded all over his body, as all the hair on his chest, legs, arms, abdomen, back, underarms and crotch, retracted back into his skin. The itching continued as fine blond hairs, started filling in creating just a very slight treasure trail that lead to a very well trimmed and maintained patch of hair. His balls still remained hairless, as did the rest of his body, which would forever remain so. Trent's skin then started darkening. It changed from the pasty white that he once was, and darkened into a rich, golden tan. His complexion was simply perfect, and his whole body just radiated a glowing aura.

All of a sudden, Trent clutched his chest. It felt like something was moving in his heart. He felt something crawling under his skin, and in a moment, he realized that the sensation was veins. Veins snaking their way across his body, down and across his chest and abdomen. Veins popped along his legs, and arms, forming obvious webs and patterns here and there. And then veins started popping along his newly muscled neck.

Trent was feeling pumped! He felt the strength that he now possessed welling inside of him. As he made a double bicep pose in the mirror, he froze. He wanted to stop posing, to go into a most muscular pose (something that he never knew about before), but was frozen in place. Something was wrong... something was tickling him? Trent looked into the mirror at his stomach, and saw that his clothing was now changing. The shirt he tried on remained the blue and white sleeveless Abercrombie and Fitch shirt that it was, however, bottom hem crept up, and took on the appearance of a cut-off tee-shirt.

His former jeans, which now looked like ridiculous high-waters, tied on with a cloth belt (which seemed to have tightened itself throughout the transformation) altered themselves. They grew longer to match Trent's new height. Then, they changed colors. In some places it got darker, turning into a dark brown or black. In other areas, the jeans lightened, turning olive or light green. Then, as a whole, the jeans began to fade, looking as if they had been washed many, many times. Rips and tears appeared randomly, and Trent's belt's excess length hung in front, perhaps hinting at the massive organ that Trent now possessed. The pants had become a pair of waist 28, vintage wash cammos from Abercrombie and Fitch.

The shoes that Trent had cast off earlier now faded out of reality. They disappeared from sight! A brand new pair of black and white Nike cross-trainers formed on his feet.

Trent's book bag then began to flicker. It elongated and widened, darkening to black. A logo appeared on it, finally revealing itself to be the Adidas logo. Trent's backpack had become a gym bag. The books that were in a plastic bag next to the backpack disappeared, gone from Trent's memory, and the memory of the world. The new gym bag filled itself with workout clothing, a pair of shoes, and a jock strap. Not to mention a few other items... condoms and lube!

Suddenly, a sharp, throbbing pain erupted in his head. Trent quickly reached for his temples. It was like a vise was pressing his head, squeezing tighter and tighter. "ARRRRGH," Trent screamed in anguish, "My fucking head! What the fuck is happening to m... ARRRGH!" The pain was incredible!

A new feeling was added to the torture he was enduring. From somewhere within his cranial cavity, it felt like his brains were being forced through a small sieve. Trent's natural ability to learn, and hold knowledge of the world decreased. His very IQ lowered, nearing 90. Things Trent learned from school and books seeped from his head, leaving an empty brain. "Fucking A man, make this stop," Trent cried out, still in pain.

As the torture continued, Trent's brain rewrote itself with information. It filled with knowledge about working out, nutrition, and sports. Trent could no longer tell you the state capitols, but he could tell you that he worked out everyday for two hours, doing bench presses, cable flies, and bicep curls. He could ramble of rosters from sports teams. He didn't know anything about foreign trade policies, but he now knew that the Camero was a bitchin' ride.

Trent's attitudes changed. He now had an aversion for geeks and nerds. His life revolved around, hot guys, hot cars, hot sex, and flexing his muscles on and off the sports field. His world now focused on keggers, and his vocabulary now only encompassed simple words and phrases. Trent no longer would be the sniveling coward who just took everything that came his way. He would now be a cocky jock, who had an air of arrogance and confidence in everything that he did. And his voice, no longer would Trent be confused for a woman on the phone. Instead, his testosterone charged voice boomed with a bassy resonance.

And, as suddenly as the pain started, it stopped in an instant.

"Whoa," Trent said, "That was one nasty trip. I wonder if that's the ephidra in Xenadrine or somethin'."

The sales person came back to the dressing area. Not having heard or seen Trent in a while, he was a little concerned about his customer. "You still doing okay, sir?" he asked.

"Yeah, dude," Trent replied, "I'm okay. That was one hell of a rush!"

"Sorry sir."

"Not your fault guy," Trent said, "what do I owe you for the shirt?"

"Let's see now," the shop keeper said, "Five dollars for the shirt."

Trent reached into his pocket, and retrieved his money, having a little difficulty counting out five ones.

"Thanks man, that's fucking cheap! Let me know if you get anymore in." Trent said after handing the kid his money. "I gotta go to the gym... There's a stud waiting for me, and he's gonna be in for the pounding of his life," he added, thinking about how the star quarterback was his own personal boy toy. Man, this shirt is gonna look awesome on me tomorrow when I start going to my new school `Trent Hall's School for Young Adults'."

"I'm sure it will sir," the shop keeper replied.

And with that, Trent Stephens picked up his gym bag, and walked out the door, the bell overhead jingling one last time, and headed out to his new life.

"Another satisfied customer," the mysterious shopkeeper said to no one in particular. •

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Locker time

“GET IN THE LOCKER DWEEB” yelled Evan as he pushed Brandon into the locker.

“No, I’m not going in,” screamed Brandon, as he held on for dear life. As he knew though it was dear life, anyone that was forced into the locker wouldn’t be the same when they came back out. Something inside them turned anyone into a vain, dumb and horny jock. Brandon had lost a few friends to it so far, and saw how they were nothing more than sports bros who craved gains and girls.

“BRO, YOUR GOING IN!” Evan continued to yell. Brandon darted around to plead for help but no one took notice, instead everyone wondered on. The only people who came were Evan’s bros, and they weren’t helping him, only Evan.

“No please, I didn’t mean to look at you,” Brandon tried to plead. But it was too late, the jocks surrounded him and helped force him into the tight space that was Evan’s Locker. Evan’s heart dropped as his hand lost its grip and the door slammed shut on him.

“HAHA, fucking nerd, we’ll be back to get you in an hour” Evan joked as he and hsi buds laughed away. All this was nothing but a joke to them, and yet to Brandon, it was his doom.

As Brandon sat back in the Locker, unable to move or get out, the foul aspects of Evans' locker came to life. Each breath he took, he could smell the odor of Evans' powerful cologne. As it got stronger, it traveled further inside him, filling up his airways and clouding his mind. His thoughts subsided, and his eyesight became blurry. He laid back into locker to try and relax himself, but he felt lots of wet patches. He turned to grab behind him, and found that he was leaning into one of Evan’s sweaty white shirts. He looked down and saw that he was also sitting on a pair of sweaty black shorts, which began to emit an odor of sweat, which mixed with the cologne.

As the odor got stronger, Brandon found himself getting delirious. His mind weakened and his IQ plummeted.

“No.. I don’t want to turn” he whispered as his body became null to any sensation except for the overpowering odor. Evan’s shirt and shorts began to dissolve under the weight of Brandon, and the sweat contained within them. But as they did, Brandon’s clothes absorbed them up like water. Brandon watched as his green vest was washed away by a tidal wave of white, the fabric changing into that of a light t-shirt, while his tight trousers deformed into a pair of black nylon gym shorts.

He wanted to scream or call for help but as he did he gulped down more sweat infused cologne that hammered away more at his IQ. Brandon was beginning to forget his classes, his learned knowledge and his lore.

The sweat that had been infused into Evan’s clothes had not been lost, and this was now being transferred into Brandon’s pores. Brandon could feel his skin burn as the sweat seeped in more and more. Evan was a terror outside at school since they first met, and now Evan’s DNA was sinking inside him and twisting him into another one of his bro’s. All at once, Brandon felt as muscle erupted across him. His arms and legs bulged out with muscle, while his chest popped out a pair of thick pecs, his stomach tightening as an immaculate six pack popped out.

Brandon’s glasses snapped as his head grew larger. The remains fell to the bottom of the locker before vanishing. Brandon reached out for them as his eyes watered up, but to his surprise after blinking, he had perfect vision. He could now take in his changes in full, and it made him panic. But before he could scream, he took in another gulp of the odor, which he seemed to be normalizing to. This time it became trapped in his throat forcing him to cough up a bit, but once he did, his nasally voice had flowered into a typical baritone voice of a jock.

“Fuck bro,” he coughed up. Realizing he was now using bro speak, he tried to cover his mouth, only to find his hand unresponsive.

“What the fuck is going on? Am I actually turning into a… a bro?” He continued, finding it oddly terrifying but also normal.

“Bro, this isn’t right, I’m not… I’m… fuck,” he yelled in anger, he wanted to remember who he was and what he did. But he had sick gains now, so he didn’t really give a fuck, and with each usage of the term “bro” he was becoming normalised to this new jock form. Something still bothered him, but he couldn’t tell what it was. He looked in the mirror to check himself out. His spots had all melted back into his skin, which was now soft and smooth. His short dirty blonde hair had darkened into a chestnut brown, its short style changed as the top had grown considerably.

“Theres the fucking problem,” he said, before grabbing one of Evans hair gels off the side. He put his fingers in and took a scoop, before combing his hair over with his hand. Almost as if he had done it a 100 times. Once he had been styled over to the side, he smirked in the mirror as his image was complete. He puckered up his lips and tried to flex a little. To his surprise as he had grown, the locker had expanded in size to accommodate him.

He dived one hand into his shorts, thinking about sex. His usual fantasies with guys had been replaced by typical cheerleaders and sorority chicks. All he could think about was fucking a tight a hole and motor boating a pair of tits. He was about to jerk off, but then remembered he was in his bro, Evan’s locker. Feeling it was a bit gay to jerk off in another guy's locker, he retrieved his hand.

Light burst into the locker, blinding Brandon.

“Haha, here you are bro, all bro-ified now,” Came the cocky voice of Evan. Brandon felt confused as to why Evan was taunting him, they were bros weren’t they?

“Fuck bro, I think I’m a bit stuck,” said Brandon. Evan smirked at it, but then proceeded to grab Brandon and help pull him out. Once out Brandon gave his bros a hug, though he got a few looks from other students, especially nerds who seemed to run off. Who cared about those dweebs? They were so puny and tense, perhaps they needed a good hour or two in the locker to unwind.

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When Calvin and his girlfriend, Danielle, talked about mixing things up in the bedroom, he never expected things to turn out this way.

When she first approached him with the idea of a spell her great aunt had passed on to her, he was skeptical but willing to try anything. She had always been freaky when it came to sex, but she had always left him satisfied, so he didn’t worry about it.

Turns out she had broken into the locker room at the university gym, wrung out the sweaty tank top of the wrestling team captain, and brought his sweat in a vile. In bed that night, Danielle undressed as Calvin started to get himself hard, recited some Latin verse, tipped her head back and swallowed the contents of the vile with a grimace. Much to Calvin’s surprise, she fell to the ground and began writhing and grunting, her breasts flattened against her chest, her hair shrinking back, all of her features broadening and thickening. Her body erupted in impressive muscle, all the while her grunts getting deeper and deeper and more masculine. Finally, an impossibly huge set of balls and a monstrous cock erupted from her crotch, instantly hard from the adrenaline and pleasure. Danielle stood up as Leo, the university’s wrestling team captain, her body nearly triple the size it was before.

She began feeling herself all over, letting out whispered “aww fuuuck”’s, feeling every curve in her new body. She looked over at Calvin, who was wide eyed and fully erect, not by his doing but by what he just witnessed. “Fuck, Cal, I gotta take care of this,” she murmured as she flipped him over, inserted her new massive member into Calvin and began thrusting. Calvin let out a few sharp cries of pain and pleasure, but he felt incredibly turned, more so than he ever had before. Danielle was into it, too. She said things like “see these guns, bruh?” in between exercised panting. Bruh? Calvin thought, she’d never said anything like that in all the years he’s known her. She must be totally entranced with the experience right now.

She eventually climaxed, shooting an enormous load into Calvin and slowly pulled out between several deep moans. She collapsed next to Calvin panting. “Your turn, babe,” she offered. “Uh, I think I’m good,” remarked Calvin, who had blown his load much earlier, “already taken care of.” They both laughed and she got up to go to the bathroom, her still erect cock swinging in front of her, her new perky, muscular bubble butt swaying behind her as she walked. As she arrived in front of the toilet, she remained standing and awkwardly aimed her cock down at the bowl and relieved herself. She looked back at Calvin, “Ha! Nice, man..”

Calvin began to clean himself off, “So, uh, how long do the affects last?”

“What, like the bod, bro?”

“Uh, haha, yeah, the ‘bod bruh’.”

“Don’t know, bro. Don’t think it’s ‘sposed to.”

Calvin looked shocked, “What, you mean you’re like this forever? What about Leo? What about the old you?”

She, or rather he now, shrugged as he walked back to the bed, collapsing next to Calvin, “D'know, guess ol’ Leo’s gonna be wakin’ up with a big ole set of tits.”

They both laughed, “Good for Leo, I guess. But I guess I should start calling YOU Leo. Are you ok with staying this way?”

The new Leo looked down at his God-like figure and felt the sensitivity of his cock, “Yeah, I think I could deal, bro. You good?”

Leo swung his meaty arm around Calvin’s head for him to rest on. He squeezed on Leo’s pecs like he used to with his former boobs. Leo looked down at him with a smirk and flexed his other arm. Calvin didn’t know he was bi, but that dicking just felt so GOOD, and he loved his girlfriend (or boyfriend) regardless of who he or she was. The person he fell in love with and the person who loves him is there, no matter what body it’s occupying. “Yeah, I’m good, bro. You think we could try that family spell on me one of these days?”

“Anything for my guy.”

“Or gal,” Calvin added with a wink as they both chuckled.

They both locked in a passionate kiss and then prepared for round 2. They had a lot of exploring to do with this new body.

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Swap Clinic: Dad’s New Bod Pt.1

Tyler:

“Son! Hurry home as soon as you can! I’ve got l some important news.”

Oh geez, I wonder what it could be. I already had an idea…

My dads been going through some financial issues lately and I know he’s been highly considering in participating in the swap clinic.

I still don’t know how I feel about it. Spends weeks inside of a strangers body? Sound really weird to me. But I know he needs the cash so I guess I won’t judge.

I just hope he’s not in some old guy or some weirdo. You never know when it’s just you going in.

I started texting him, “ I’ll be home in a few.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon!”

Gosh, he seems excited…

Heading home, I just finished up with my last class for the day and I was honestly tired. But I can at least muster enough energy for dad.

I go to open the door and the first thing I see is someone I wasn’t expecting… it’s Arthur….

Arthur’s this guy on my campus that I’ve quietly had a crush on. We run in the same social circles but we’ve never hung out one on one. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to why I was so shocked to see him sitting on my couch…

He grins at me and says, “Hey! You’re finally here!”

“Uh…hey Arthur, have you seen my dad?”

“Haha son don’t be silly! It’s me!”

“Me who?”

“It’s me your dad! I didn’t know you knew Arthur! I knew he wen’t to your school but that’s awesome that you know each other.”

My eyes got wide and it sunk in. My dad went to the swap clinic and was matched with Arthur. Fuck!

“Son, is everything okay?”

“Uh, this is just a lot to process.”

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know– I thought maybe if I swapped with someone around your age that maybe we could bond a little more.”

I was basically having tunnel vision by this point.

Still not responding to dad or Arthur (I don’t really know what to calm at this point.)

All I knew was that I needed to sit down.

“I might need just a minute.”

“Oh no worries! I’m going to go take a shower really quick. I went for a jog and I stink haha!”

Oh god, dad in Arthur’s body showering… this is too much.

I go to sit down and dad heads to his room.

I needed to calm down, I repeat to myself that this isn’t permanent.

Sides, dad didn’t know and I especially didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

I get up to talk to him before he got into the shower.

I open his bedroom door and found him fondling Arthur’s freaking bulge!!!

“Oh shit!!”

“Son!”

I go to close door but dad stops me.

“Tyler, don’t go let’s talk! This is obviously bothering you!”

“ Yeah! It is dad! You swapped bodies with the guy I liked!” Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that…

That’s when his face turned pale. He was quiet for a second and I was too.

“I’m so sorry— if I had known I wouldn’t have-”

“I figured, listen I’m not mad at you.”

“Well… if it’s anything I think Arthur like you too.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m him right now, so I can tell that his body gets a little… what’s the best words… excited… when you walked in today.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

I looked over at his face and we make the weirdest eye contact.

“ Listen, we don’t have to make this weird Tyler. While I’m in this body, I’m Arthur. Don’t get wrong, I’ll go back to being your dad once this is all over. But I want to go out to bars and do stuff that you like to do. I guess what I’m saying is that we can be buds.”

I really wasn’t sure what to say back. But at the same, maybe it’ll be fun. Teaching him how to be any age again.

“Fine! But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to act like your age. If you’re going to be ‘Arthur’”

He smiled at me with Arthur’s charming smile and said, “Deal.”

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Costumes, Potions, and Boyfriends

I am usually pretty lucky and a lot of it has to do with my boyfriend. You see I just moved into a new city, where my job is doing well, and my boyfriend has been so supportive of it all! He’s truly a treasure! As a pair of lean cute men, many expected us to be the adorable couple you’d invite over for brunch. He was 5’7, I’m 5’5 and I had no trouble playing up my naturally cute looks, but my boyfriend knew I’d always wanted more. While neither of us are particularly athletic or huge, wee both had a big thing for size differences when it came to the types of couples we liked. And he definitely knew I liked to be the big one in our imaginations. That’s why he supported me when I started working out. He eve respected my choices in manly clothes that looked too big on me. He even loves role playing when we’re alone calling me his big daddy despite being taller than me.

This is all to say I have a lot of good things going, but I’ve always wanted a change in the one thing I couldn’t. My body. That’s why I liked Halloween! A chance to pretend to be someone you’re not. To look a different way than you normally do. In my mind I knew I’d never being the towering beefcake my boyfriend saw me as. That is until my new co worker gave me this potion. She said her craft becomes a lot stronger during this time of the year and was looking to reward a newcomer to town. I still had to do a bunch of strange things to that bottle she gave me like soak it over night under the moon and freeze its heart to the core. I hoped my fridge was cold enough for that step. And finally, I had to sleep with it under my pillow! Once that was complete I could consume this magical elixir to have the very body I had always dreamed of.

Needless to say I was bolting out of the office on Monday eager eager to down this miracle mystery liquid! I couldn’t wait to come home to my loving supportive boyfriend and to hopefully the change of a life time. I had my costume all ready, a football player jersey that would be painted on to my new body with how tight it was gonna be! My boyfriend had it all laid out and ready for my arrival. That’s another reason I love Anton. He knows how much I care about these things and supports me in these wild endeavors no matter how crazy they are! I didn’t tell him the method but when he knew I was coming home to a new scheme he always made the house look lovely for my arrival. Sweeping, vacuuming, and even changing the sheets! I couldn’t ask for anyone sweeter, cuter or

“Hey babe,” said the large imposing man sitting at the steps of my home. His deep ground shaking baritone tinted with hesitation and fear. His frame was so wide I couldn’t even think to step around him without being sandwiched between a wall and some solid muscle. “So… I wanted to make the place all tidy for your big surprise… and I think I spilled it all over myself… and now I don’t think I can fit any of my clothes except for that jock strap I jokingly bought last year.” This big man bellowed as small tears began to form around his eyes. I immediately noticed the look of sorrow on my boyfriend’s extremely manly face and did what I always did. Tenderly hug him as he let it all out. Only now with his enhanced strength he grasped me tighter with no escape as his deep moans shook my whole body.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright Anton! All of it is going to be ok. I know you didn’t mean to. I’m not angry or mad. A little disappointed that I didn’t get that body, but hey we know it works now! We can still go to my office Halloween party and ask my witch friend how to reverse this.” I say consoling my larger boyfriend.

“But babe! I can’t go out like this. I’m like twice my age now! Not to mention all my beautiful golden locks are gone! Replaced by all bald head and dark beard! I can’t even fit into my own costume anymore!” The man whimpered now carrying me into a cradling position, but hugging me just as tight.

“I know. I know. You’re still my fashionable Anton Golding! And I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this, but I think you may still be able to pull off your cute costume”

- One care ride later -

“Wow so this is your boyfriend?” “When you described him as ‘spritely’ I imagined something different.” “Had no idea you were into dilfs” “So are you the submissive one or…” “Now that’s a bear!”

Countless comments from my co workers filled the gossiping rooms I waded through trying to find my friend Wanda, the witch who gave me the potion. Though I couldn’t blame the gawking crowd. I’d spent weeks bragging about my cute supportive boyfriend to everyone. It’s a good thing I never showed our pictures together, because now my flowery language I used to describe him seemed more like over embellishment rather than outright lies. We were lucky that bear onesie he was wearing stretched so well. It took a lot to contain that big body and we couldn’t even zip it all the way up. But Anton sure was happy to be able to wear it.

“I thought you said you were around the same height? He’s at least 6’6”” “I guess you sharing shoes was more of a fun couple thing and not really practical, look at those size 18s” “My gosh it’s nice to have more older guys around the office, if he ever needs a job he can work with me!” “Guess your goldilocks was more like the papa bear!”

I sighed pulling Anton through the crowd of clever commenters and finally found Wanda who looked at us wide eyed and giggling. “I should’ve imagined a trick like this when I gave you that treat. What happened?”

“My boyfriend spilled that potion all over himself before I got home. Is there anyway to reverse it?” I pleaded.

“Reverse? Oh now that’s another tall order. With a potion that potent crafted on tonight of all nights? Not likely. That potion was meant to be ingested by you! Changing reality and time to reflect all the desires you ever dreamed of having! Now that it’s spilled it gave your man the body you always craved, but none of the background. I can try again next year, but until then you’re gonna be bunking with the latest daddy that’s come to this small town.” Wanda explained arching an eyebrow at Anton and liking what she’d seen.

Out of habit and shyness Anton, shirked behind me as if my 5’5 form could conceal his huge body from anyone’s sight. “Babe! I’m so sorry. I know how much you wanted to be the one that looked like this. I ruined everything in one night… I’d understand if you hated me.” Anton tried to mutter to me, but the deep tones carried over the loud music being played.

“Anton, I could never hate you. I’ve been salty with all the comments sure, but none of that matters when I know that we still love one another no matter what. We’ll find away to get you new clothes first thing tomorrow and maybe budget for some nicer ones that fit you too. I know you probably can’t fit into your cheerleader outfit anymore, or your old tights. But we’ll find away to make some extra money and soon you’ll have a whole new wardrobe.”

The larger man smiled beneath his bear costume and lifted me up into the biggest most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. His new mouth was beard lined with some intense scruff, but even his huge hungry lips still acquiesced to my every motion. He was still happy to let me lead this intimate moment even though he was literally carrying me single handedly.

As we released I could see him blushing with that cute expression he always gave me, though now looking more like a sexy smolder. And I wasn’t the only one left speechless. Every eye at that party was trained on Anton in his costume. Part of me knew my boyfriend always liked to show off and now with an audience like this I was thinking of a few more ways we may be able to make a little more money.

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-"Where is she?" Said Lucas rather worried as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and searched for his girlfriend's contact, he had been waiting for her for almost half an hour in a small Mexican restaurant close to where her house was.

As Lucas started calling her a rather sexy-looking Latina sat down in the seat in front of him, for a moment Luke didn't say anything as he waited for the woman to at least say something.

-"Can I help you?" Asked Luke a little nervous as it was weird that a woman he didn't know decided to sit down with him.

-"So...you are Luke..." Said the woman with a very demeaning tone to her voice.

-"Umm... Yes, do I know you?" Asked Luke while his mind went into overdrive as he tried to remember if he had seen or met the woman before.

-"I’m Liliana, Rosa's sister" The woman said.

Almost immediately after hearing this, Luke remembered the time his girlfriend Rosa showed him photos of her family, in one of the images Rosa was hugging her sister Liliana.

-"Oh my God..." Luke said in a low voice as he extended his hand -"It’s so nice to finally meet you!"

Liliana seemed hesitant at first but after a few seconds, she grabbed Luke's hand and shook it while also looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression on her face.

-"It’s nice to meet you to Luke" Said Liliana in a very noticeable sarcastic tone.

-"So... did Rosa plan this?" Asked Luke.

-"Yes, she kind of did" Said Liliana.

-"Umm... Is she coming...?" Asked Luke as Liliana slightly smiled.

-"Nop, it's just you and me" Said Liliana.

-"Well that's okay..." Luke said -"This is a great opportunity to learn more about you!".

-"Yes it is, but before we do that would you like to eat anything?" Liliana asked as he grabbed the menu from the table while Liliana called for a waiter.

Almost immediately a very young-looking woman came to their table with a small book in her hands.

-"Hola, bienvenidos a "El Mexica", ¿Qué les gustaría ordenar? (Hello, welcome to "El Mexica", what would you like to order?" Asked the woman in Spanish.

-“Si, me gustaría un taco al pastor” (Yes. I would like a taco al pastor) Said Luke with his rather noticeable accented Spanish.

The waiter quickly wrote Luke’s order and then looked at Liliana.

-“Lo mismo pero échale salsa especial a ambos y traenos unas dos cocacolas tambien” (The same but add special sauce to both and also bring us two Coca-Colas) Said Liliana, once the waiter was done writing the order she smiled weirdly at Liliana and walked away towards the kitchen in a hurry.

-“Your Spanish is good for a gringo” Said Liliana.

-“Thanks” Said Luke slightly offended –“I studied it in college”.

-“What college did you go to?” Asked Liliana rather intrigued.

-“I studied law at Yale, after graduating and getting my master's I moved here to L.A once I got a job offer with Morgan & Jacobs”.

Suddenly Liliana started laughing once Luke had finished responding to her question.

-“What’s so funny?” Asked Luke slightly irritated as he knew Liliana wasn’t taking him seriously.

-“It’s just that Rosa is committing the same mistakes all over again” Said Liliana as her expression turned serious.

-“What mistakes? Asked Luke –“If you’re referring to Chris let me tell you that I’m nothing like him”.

-“Oh sure, the real fact is that all of you gringos are the same, completely spoiled, never experienced hardship, and always take advantage of other people, of other people that look Rosa or me” Liliana angrily responded.

-“Just because I’m a lawyer and Rosa is just a secretary to my boss it doesn’t mean I can’t be in love with her, she is very sweet, kind, and loving” Responded Luke sincerely.

-“I don’t buy that you’re in love with her, for all I know you're just doing a silly dare with some of your colleagues to see who can take her to bed faster” Liliana said.

-“You know what, I’m done” Said Luke as he got up from his chair –“When I started working at the firm one year ago I immediately noticed how shitty my colleagues treated Rosa, Because of that I started hanging out with her after work, she deserved dignity and appreciation for all the things she did and I was ready to give her that, sorry if my feelings of compassion for her turned into love!”.

Liliana stayed there quiet as Luke continued through his rant.

-“Do you think this is easy for me? My colleges hate me because of it, I’m pretty much ready to quit and find another place to work at but I’m not leaving Rosa alone in that hellhole, sorry if I’m not like you or your mechanic Dad who emigrated from Mexico but I’m certainly not like those ass holes you believe I am, granted I haven't felt a lot of hardships in my life but that doesn't mean it has been easy for me and that's why I appreciate Rosa a lot, she showed me that even the most impossible problems can be solved”.

Once Luke was done he started moving towards the exit, but before he could leave he was stopped by Liliana who ran in front of him and blocked his path.

-“Could you please move…” Said Luke –“I need to get back to the office, maybe once I'm there I can plan with the guys on how to ruin Rosa's life”.

-“Luke I’m sorry if I said a few bad things, it’s just that I don’t want my sister to get hurt again, it wasn't easy for her when that idiot did what he did and I'm just trying to be a good older sister and steer her into the right path ” Liliana said with an embarrassed tone.

-“I don’t want that either, I know that I’m not the best man in the world but I at least try to make Rosa happy” Said Luke –“I love her a lot and I promise you that I will never do anything to harm her”.

-“Thanks for that, would you like to start over?” Liliana asked as she gave her hand which Luke reached after thinking for a while about the previous discussion.

-“Yes I would, your Rosa’s sister after all” Luke said as he started walking back to the table with Liliana right next to him.

Once they reached the table the same waiter that had attended them came back from the kitchen with two plates and two cokes in hand.

As Luke and Liliana sat down on the chairs the waiter placed in front of each one of them a plate containing a single taco al pastor with a weird purple sauce dribbled on top of it and the glass of coke filled to the brim with small ice cubes.

Once she was done she then smiled at Liliana again and quickly walked away leaving both Liliana and Luke alone so that they could enjoy their meal.

Luke was the first to make a move as he carefully grabbed his taco and happily took his first bite, meanwhile Liliana grabbed her own and looked at Luke with concern.

-"Is something wrong?" Asked Luke as he took a second bite of the taco and enjoyed the slightly spicy but sweet taste the purple sauce gave to it.

-"No, just ignore me" Said Liliana as she too started to eat her taco while not taking away her eyes from Luke -"How's the taco?"

-"It's really good!" Said Luke while eating and taking a sip of his coke -"The sauce makes it better though, what is it?"

-"I don't know, I think it's made of a few spices and peppers" Said Liliana.

-"Well whatever it's made of it's great" Said Luke as he cleaned a little bit of the sauce off his lips with a small napkin while not noticing small bits of the sauce falling and staining his expensive suit.

After a few more bites Luke was practically done eating his taco and as he ate the last piece of it he felt a weird sensation forming in his stomach.

-"Ohhh" Luke said out loud as he grabbed his stomach.

-"Are you okay?" Asked Liliana with concern and fear plastered in her face.

-"Yes I think the sauce was a little too much for my stomach" Luke said as his stomach started twisting which made him almost puke. -"My stomach is on fire!" Luke thought as he then started to feel a burning sensation rising through his body towards his neck and then towards his face.

-"Fuck" Luke said as he grabbed the glass of coke and drank whatever was left on it, this seemed to mitigate the weird symptoms he was feeling yet after a few seconds he started feeling even worse.

-"Luke you don't look good, do you want me to call for an ambulance?" Asked Liliana as Luke started coughing and shedding tears from his eyes -"Are you allergic to something?"

-"No, Im good...just excuse me for a bit" Said Luke as he got up from his seat and ran to what looked like the entrance of a bathroom.

Once Luke disappeared through the door Liliana felt immense guilt as whatever was going to happen to him was her fault, in the small amount of time she had gotten to meet and better know who Luke was she now understood that he was a nice guy and that she had jumped into conclusion to quickly.

As she continued dwelling about what she had done her phone suddenly started ringing, she retrieved it from one of the small pockets of her jeans and winced when she saw "Papi 💗" written on the screen.

-"Hola..." (Hello) Liliana said rather nervously as her hand trembled softly.

-"¿Está hecho?" (Is it done?) Asked Liliana's father rather bluntly.

-"Si Papi está hecho" (Yes Dad it's done) Liliana said.

-"Excelente, al fin mi hija va a poder tener un verdadero novio, uno que es más como nosotros" (Excellent, my daughter will finally have a real boyfriend, one that is more like us).

-"Papa, creo que cometimos un error, Luke se ve que es una buena persona y se nota a leguas su amor por Rosa" (Dad I think we made a mistake, Luke is a nice guy and his love for Rosa is very noticeable).

Liliana's Dad sighted from the other side -"Mira hija ya no se puede volver atrás, sea quien fuera Luke el ya no va a ser el mismo que antes, se convertirá en el hombre apropiado para tu hermana y también en un nuevo vital integrante de nuestra familia" (Look honey we can go back, whoever was Luke he won't be the same as before, he will transform into a more appropriate man for your sister and also a new vital member of our family)

-"Okay Papi..." (Okay Dad).

-"Bueno Mija, nos vemos (Okay honey, I'll see you later).

Once Liliana's Dad had hung up she put her phone back in her pocket and looked at the Door where Luke had entered with deep intrigue and worry.

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-"Ummmm" Luke grunted as the flow of water from the sink touched his hot mouth and started to relieve the effects of whatever peppers the sauce he had eaten was made off.

-"Thank God is over" Luke thought as he continued to push more water into his mouth in a chaotic manner which made him accidentally soak the coat and tie he was wearing.

-"Shit" Luke thought but then he remembered that he could store his wet clothes in his work bag at the office and just use his white shirt while he got home.

-"It's better than nothing" Luke told himself as he turned off the sink and removed his tie from around his neck, after which he placed it next to the sink and proceed to remove his coat which he also placed next to the sink.

-"Wait... This isn't normal" Luke thought as he looked at himself in the mirror, his long sleeved cotton shirt that he remembered putting on earlier that morning had somehow transformed into a larger sized cheap white sleeveless shirt that exposed completely his stick-like arms.

Luke then looked down and was surprised to see that his dress pants had also been transformed as they were now a pair of blue denim jeans, Luke's shoes were also transformed from a pair of well-polished shoes to a larger pair of old sporty tennis shoes, to add to the mystery the articles of clothing Luke was previously wearing had magically disappeared from the sink.

-"How did this....fuck!" Luke suddenly grunted at the top of his lungs as he felt like his bones and muscles were twisting, breaking, and growing in order to better adapt to his new changing body, this was made evident by the sudden growth of Luke's height which went from a measly five feet eight to a towering six feet two in a matter of seconds.

After which Luke felt like both of his feet were being pulled, what he didn't know was that his feet size was rapidly increasing to match the size of the shoes he was now wearing, this was followed by a sudden loss of balance which made Luke fall to the floor form where he could perfectly see the sudden growth of bulges that protruded around his jeans, these bulges were none other than his new set of large quads and calves.

As Luke then tried to get up from the floor and escape the bathroom he fell to the floor again as his glutes suddenly increased in size and his mind was clouded in momentary pleasure as he felt his dick rise in his underwear.

-"oh fuuuuk!" Screamed Luke as his erection became worse, this was due to the growth of his dick to an impressive ten inches and the growth of his balls which thanks to the added testosterone proceeded to accelerate the changes through Luke's body.

This was made evident by the growth of six tight bulges from Luke's stomach which wound up forming a defined six-pack, meanwhile, in Luke's chest, his pecs enlarged like balloons and his nipples grew in size with them.

After much struggle, while the changes were still manifesting themselves all over Luke's body, he was finally able to get up from the floor.

Instead of cowering away in fear Luke looked at his changing body through the mirror, his face had a shocked expression as he saw new muscles forming in his arms which gave him a pair of large biceps and powerful lower arms, the sensation he was feeling while looking at his transforming body was unexplainable, it felt alien but at the same time very good.

Suddenly as the transformation seemed to stop Luke's eyes caught a few weird colored patches on his skin, these patches were multicolored as some were caramel in tone while others were completely black.

As Luke touched one of the patches it was as if the rest of them exploded at the same time which produced a burning sensation in every inch of Luke's skin as the colors which were previously contained coated his pasty white skin and eliminated it.

First, it was Luke's feet and legs which now had a light caramel coloration like that of Rosa's or Liliana's skin, from there Luke's now larger member and his balls became dark brown just as the caramel coloration continued its climb toward Luke's abdomen and chest.

By the time this new skin tone reached around Luke's neck a huge amount of black hairs had grown all over his body, his legs and private area were now completely covered, his abdomen developed a treasure trail that led towards his new Latino cock, his pecs also developed some hairs around his sternum and around his new and larger brownish nipples, finally as Luke's face started changing his pit hairs grew larger and from the root up turned completely black.

-"My God" Luke said as he tested his new deep voice while his lips puffed up in size, then his face structure became much more angular and pointy as a mix of different genetic backgrounds combined to give him his new Latino face, his nose became straight, his ears grew slightly larger and his eyes shrunk a little while his irises changed in color to brown.

Then as Luke's face slowly stopped changing the caramel coloration steamrolled through his face and up to his scalp where his dirty blonde hair had shrunken, changed to black, and styled itself into a fade-type haircut that left most of his scalp visible, this was followed by a growth in facial hair around Luke's chin and lips with ended up forming a detailed goatee.

Finally the darker patches of Luke's skin accumulated around his chest area and left bicep after which they formed a series of elaborate tattoos that exalted even more Luke's new origins and life, this was complemented by the appearance of diamond studs in Luke's ears and that of a large gold made cross necklace around his neck.

With the transformation now over Luke moved closer to the mirror in order to better look at his new face, once his nose was maybe an inch away from the mirror he made a few different faces and even touched his new features with his fingers.

-"¿Como demonios pasó esto?" (How the hell did this happen?) Luke said out loud which shocked him as instead of speaking in his default English he was now speaking Spanish, and a perfect one at that with no Gringo accent but a deep Mexican accent.

-"Is that my voice?" Luke asked this time in English which made him aware that he had a deep and very noticeable accented English, it was as if he had learned it later on in his life.

With curiosity Luke then proceeded to grab his wallet from his pocket, the first thing he noticed was that instead of a luxury leather made wallet his hand was clutching a rather old fabric made wallet, inside he found a few dollars in cash, two or three credit cards and a drivers license which peaked Luke's attention.

-"Lucas Rodríguez" Luke said out loud as he looked at the name on the driver's license and then at the picture of his new self -"At least that didn't change" Luke thought as he noticed that his date of birth was the same of that of his old self yet that didn't matter as he probably now had a very different life than before.

With this thought in mind, Luke suddenly felt dizzy as a vault of information opened and flooded his brain with new info and memories of that of Lucas Rodriguez.

Instead of being born and raised in an upper-class neighborhood in New Haven in this new life he was born in a poor neighborhood in Los Angeles and raised by his parents who were immigrants from Mexico's seeking a better life in America.

Instead of being a gold student in school, Lucas was much more of a drifter and from time to time he would even escape classes in order to help his dad who worked in a mechanic's shop, or to play soccer and exercise in the neighborhood park and outdoor gym.

Despite this Lucas was able to graduate with good enough grades to enter into College where he studied mechanical engineering, after graduating instead of pursuing a more highly technical job in a large multinational company like many of his peers he started working at a new mechanics shop that had opened close to his house.

There he meet Rosa, one of the daughter's of Julio, the owner of the shop, after a few months Rosa and Lucas had started a hidden romance which produced in the two of them wishes to marry and form a close knitted hard working family like those they had originated from.

Flash forward to today where Lucas was invited during his lunch break to eat with Liliana, Rosa's sister, and talk about his relationship with her.

This new influx of memories almost completely eliminated who Lucas was before, yet he could still recall being someone else, in other words, his mind now contained the life and memories of two different individuals instead of one.

As Lucas reflected on his transformation and new memories he deiced to just let go and accept who he know was, he didn't care that Liliana and the magic sauce had transformed him, he didn't care that he would never see his old parents or friends, he had new ones that looked, acted, and worked hard just like him.

Before leaving to face his destiny Lucas flexed his new bronze biceps and smiled cockily at himself as he felt a surge of pride for his Latino origins and his new manliness, he looked at his tattoos that spelled out his new Catholic faith and love for his family and the "vecindario" he lived in.

Once Lucas was done he walked out of the bathroom with his wallet at hand and as he closed the door behind him he heard a woman calling him.

-"Lucas estás bien?" (Lucas are you alright) Liliana asked as he discreetly observed Luke's changes.

-"Si estoy bien, creo que la salsa me pegó un poco duro en el estómago pero ya estoy bien" (Yes I'm fine, I think that the sauce hit my stomach a little hard but I'm okay now" Lucas said unfazed as he picked a few dollars from his wallet -"Perdón pero ya tengo que irme, mi turno empieza pronto y no quiero llegar tarde, tu sabes cómo es tu papá" (Sorry but I have to go, mi shift starts soon and I don't want to get there late, you know how your father is after all).

-"A okay Lucas, fue un gusto conocerte más" (Okay Lucas, it was a pleasure to meet you more). Liliana said as Lucas placed the dollar bills in front of her on the table.

-"Muchas gracias, para mí también fue un gusto" (Thank you a lot, for me it was also a pleasure). Lucas said as he walked from Lillian's table to the exit -"Te veo después, llámame para hacer otra salida de estas" (I'll see you later, call me to do another of these outings) Lucas said as he waved and finally walked out on the street, the California sun shimmered on his muscled new body.

Meanwhile, in the store, the waiter that had attended Liliana and Lucas walked back to the table with the receipt in hand.

-"El recordara algo?" (Does he remember anything) Liliana asked the waiter as she counted the money.

-"No la salsa es muy efectiva, es posible que recuerde algunas cosas pero serán más como sueños a los que no les dará importancia" (No the sauce is very effective, it's possible that he might remember a few things but they will feel like dream's that he won't give much importance to).

-"Esta bien" (okay) Liliana said still unsure of her decision.

-"Tranquila, hiciste lo correcto" (Relax, you did the correct thing) the waiter said as she walked away.

-"Si eso creo (Yes, I think) Liliana said as she got up from the table and left the store, her worries and doubts over what she had done still lingering in her mind.

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6 months later...

-"¡Gooooool!" The people in the living room of Julio's house shouted as México scored a goal against Brazil, Lucas with a Corona in hand jumped up from his seat and hugged Julio who with a smile hugged Lucas back.

-"¡Gol mi amor! (Gol my love!) Rosa shouted as she pushed herself into Julio's and Lucas's hug which made Lucas accidentally spill some of his beer on his Mexico team shirt.

-"La camisa mi amor..." (The shirt my love...) Lucas said as he removed himself from the hug.

-"¡Ay perdón, es que me emocioné mucho¡ (Sorry, it's just that I got very excited) Rosa said in a sorry tone as she looked at the shirt and back up at Lucas.

-"No te preocupes voy echarle un poco de agua para que no se le pegué el olor a cerveza" (Don't worry, I'll go and pour some water on it so that the smell of beer doesn't get stuck to it" Lucas said as he rubbed his shirt with his free hand.

-"Listo y de nuevo perdón" (Okay, and again sorry) Rosa Said as Lucas walked away.

-"Tranquila mi amor" (Relax my love) Lucas said as he walked away from the living room and entered the lonely kitchen where he removed his shirt and placed it on the sink, this left Lucas's muscled upper body completely exposed.

Lucas then turned on the sink and placed the part of his shirt that had the spill directly under the flow of water coming down from the sink.

-"Salió?" (Did it go away) A voice asked from behind which made Lucas turn around.

-"No Don Julio" (No Mr. Julio) Said Lucas surprised as he turned off the sink and smelled his shirt -"Pero al menos si se le quitó el olor a cerveza" (But at least the smell of beer did go away).

Julio didn't say anything and instead walked towards Lucas -"Hijo tenemos que hablar" (Son we have to talk) Julio Said with a serious tone to his voice.

-"Si Don Julio, ¿que pasa? (Yes Mr. Julio, what's up?) Lucas asked as he took a sip from his Corona while Julio situated himself next to him.

-"Te he notado actuando un poco raro estos últimos días, ¿paso algo de lo que deba saber?" (I've noticed that you've been acting weird these past few days, has something happened that I should know about?) Julio asked.

-"No Don Julio todo está bien... se lo prometo" (No Mr. Julio everything is going alright... I promise you) Lucas said in a rather nervous tone.

-"¿Estas seguro?" (Are you sure?) Julio asked while crossing his arms -"Por que Rosa me dice que también estás actuando raro alrededor de ella, ¿Tu comportamiento tiene algo que ver con mi hija? (Because Rosa is telling me that you are acting weird around her, Does your behavior have something to do with my daughter?) Julio asked while arching one of his eyebrows.

Lucas who was left speechless by Julio's questions finally decided to spill the beans on his little secret.

-"Don Julio espero que usted me de su bendición ya tengo planeado pedirle matrimonio a su hija, ya tengo el anillo y todo pero la verdad no he encontrado el momento adecuado para pedírselo" (Mr. Julio I hope you give me your blessing because I'm planning to ask your daughter to marry me, I already have the ring but haven't found the appropriate moment to ask her) Lucas said with emotion to his voice -"La quiero mucho y sé que vamos a ser felices siempre si estamos juntos los dos" (I love her a lot and I know that we will always be happy if the both of us are together) Lucas finished as he looked at Julio who had an unrecognizable expression in his face.

-"Estás seguro que la amas?" (Are you sure you love her?) Julio finally asked.

-"Rosa es una bendición de Dios Don Julio, me encantaría poder casarme con ella y pasar el resto de mis días al lado de ella" (Rosa is a blessing from God Mr. Julio, I would love to marry her and spend the rest of my days next to her) Lucas responded a response that made Julio smile.

-"Entonces está decidido, tienes mi bendición para casarte con mi hija" (It's decided then, you have my blessings to marry my daughter) Julio said while Lucas immediately grabbed him and hugged him.

-"¡Gracias Don Julio, Gracias!" (Thank You, Mr. Julio, Thank you!) Lucas said with complete joy and relief.

-"¿Que está pasando aquí?" (What's happening here?) Rosa asked as she entered the kitchen and saw that her boyfriend was hugging her Dad.

Almost immediately Julio and Lucas stopped hugging and turned to look at Rosa, Julio decided to not say anything as he walked out of the kitchen after saying -"Nada Hija solo estaba felicitando a Lucas por el trabajo de hoy" (Nothing honey I was just congratulating Lucas for today's work) in a tone that convinced Rosa.

-"Si exacto... Eso fue lo que pasó" (Yes exactly... That was what happened) Lucas said still nervous as Julio left the kitchen and Rosa approached him at a rapid pace.

-"¿Ya solucionaste lo de la camisa?" (Did you solve the shirt problem) Rosa asked seductively as she looked at Lucas's face and then down at his pecs and washboard abs.

-"Si se puede decir..." (Yes you can say that...) Lucas said as Rosa was now standing less than an inch away from him.

Suddenly without warning, Rosa jumped towards Lucas who caught her and placed her legs around his waist which meant that the majority of her large and voluptuous ass was just on top of his dick.

-"¿Porque no vamos a casa y nos divertimos un poco?" (Why don't we go home and have a little fun?) Said Rosa as she kissed Lucas passionately which made his dick rise in attention.

Lucas immediately started kissing back and grinding his dick around Rosa's ass which made her moan.

-"¡Gooooool!" The sudden scream from the living room returned both Rosa and Lucas back to reality as they stopped doing their small "romantic moment".

-"Cuando se acabe el partido nos quedamos un ratito y después nos vamos" (When the match finishes we'll stay for a while and then we go home) Lucas said as he placed Rosa back on the floor and placed a kiss on her lips while also grabbing her ass

-"Lo que tú digas mi príncipe Maya" (Whatever you say my Mayan prince) Rosa said seductively as she passed her fingers through Lucas's pecs and abs.

Once the kiss was broken Lucas walked shirtless towards the living room with Rosa by his side, the both of them happy and content that they were the perfect match for each other.

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