Sorry no story this week. Holidays kicking my ass

Frat king

Travis wasn't excited for the pledge party. He was a member of a frat but he was in it more for the networking and the bragging rights on his resume. He was on the lacross team but was a finance major. Athletic and smart. He figured frat membership might give his resume an edge. He was very focused on his grades to maintain his spot on the team and his fitness. Meticulously counting calories and keeping track of his macros. A party with snack food and beer would throw that all off. Sure he could go and not eat or drink but then what would be the point? And sure he could starve himself for the day before but hunger might fuck up his studing or a quiz. So that was out too. However this was a party for welcoming nee pledges, attending was mandatory. He figured out how to work in a few beers at the party without messing up his calories for the day and went. He went a little hungery that day but at least it was just this once. He still had no plans to attend the weekly Friday rager.

As doon as he stepped out back in his swim shorts and button up dress shirt that was guaranteed to come off as soon as the sorority girls showed up, he was offered a fruity pinapple drink from one of the guys. Geez more math to do. No doubt that had more in it than just beer but too late to back out now. He smiles and sips. High fives some guys and greets the smaller younger guys who must be the pledges. Keeps sipping and keeps doing what he's supposed to and trying not to think of the extra treadmill time this drink is adding to his routine.

However the drink tasted great and as he drank he hardly noticed the hair on his head getting shorter. His beard stubble growing out into a full dark beard, giving him a lazy look that would have horrified him moments ago. His stomach growled as suddenly he felt really hungry. Well he did avoid some food for tonight. He sees the buffet laid out, burgers, hot dogs, pizza and the like. Before he realizes hes scarfing the food down. A layer of fat rapidly forming over his meticulously kept abs. The muscles themselves softening as if less work was put into them. A tiredness and laziness washes over him as his pecs shift starting to push out and hang down becoming more like moobs. His chest itched and burned as his shirt grew too tight dark brown hairs began to sprout and grow on his previously smooth chest. He unbuttoned the shirt with a belch and a sigh as his chest was exposed to the open air and his gut could hang out over his waist. His shorts take on brighter colors and ride up his thickening legs. A bit too long to be speedos but too short to be board shorts. Less of a style choice and more the look of someone wearing last years shorts that don't quite fit anymore. His legs sprout more hair as he demands another fruit drink from the other guys who bring it to him without complaint. Smirks on the faces of the older guys, awkward intimidation from the younger, and outright fear from the newbies. He smirks. His buldge stirs as he feels a surge of confidence at the control of the situation he has. The 22 year old...no that's not right...24? 25? He's lost count of his age, just as he's lost count of the number of drinks he's had, the number of caloroes. Older but still college age. The president of the frat, fuck, the king! He rubs his gut proudly and lets loose another burp. He's the oldest, the biggest, and the biggest drinker. Former lacrosse bro before he let himself go. He should be in charge. He acts tough but the guys who've been in the frat for years know he'd a chill guy. Its the pledges who get intimidated in front of the large commanding figure. Those who only have his appearance to go by.

"Lets get this party fuckin started!" The large ex jock shouted. Standing up and rubbing his large bulge crudely. Without a care in the world who saw. Yeah. This was the life.

Stoner Step Dad

Billy arrived home from classes one day to find a strange shirtless man in his kitchen. The guy looked like a model or a baywatch character. Bronzed skin, bulging pecs and a squarish face with wild hair. "Hey sport, you must be Billy. I'm Chad and well, I'm dating your mom now! I dont wanna make things awkward but Im sure were gonna hit it off!" The mans giant grin and exposed body filled Billy with digust and anxiety. He scoffed and went to his room to study, ignoring Chad. After a few hours he creeped out for some food. He searched the kitchen but found nothing except a protein shake with a note on it. "Feel like we got off to a bad start, hope this helps us bond!" Billy rolled his eyes but his aching stomach would not be denied.

He quickly downed the protein shake and then fell into a surprisingly deep sleep. When he woke up the next day he felt strangely slow and itchy, he pulled himself out of bed and scratched his face. Weird. It felt like he had some stubble but wait he wasnt even shaving yet! He stumbled over to the bathroom and was shocked to see some course hairs crawling across his face in some messy stubble. His face looked different too, his eyes seemed smaller, empty, like the main character in a stoner movie. He wanted to shave off the gross unkept stubble feeling it made him look like a dumb stoner but for some reason couldnt bring himself to do it. He just felt so...lazy. Eh he could do it later. He instead hopped in the shower and began lathering up his body wash. A strange smell wafted from his skin, almost like weed. That's when he noticed his body wash had been replaced with a sickly looking green bottle. "Fuck dude" he moaned. He felt a weird tingling all over and could only stare as his skin rapidly tanned all over as if he spent every moment in the sun. But even worse blonde hairs crept out all over his chest, stomach and arms. He scratched at it in horror but the pleasure felt too good. His skin felt warmer as his muscles slowly pushed out. Firm pecs, hard abs and even bulging biceps. He couldn't help but flex them feeling his mind slow down. His height began to rise and his hands and feet popped and grew bigger. Last to change was his hair which became dirty blonde and messy. He nearly fell over his new big feet trying to step out of the shower. Swiping a large hand across the mirror his face was now completely different, square, masculine and very dumb looking. He searched for his clothes but only found a red bathing suit. He knew somehow Chad was responsible for this and didn't want him to win but he couldn't run out naked so he hesitantly pulled the swim shorts up. The moment they touched his dick he felt another spark as it grew thick and longer and his mind was reprogrammed for sex, surfing, lifeguard work and weed. He walked out of the bathroom, a cockier stance taking over. "Hey sport want a ride to work?" Billy gave a big dumb grin and a thumbs up "sure thing dad that would be sick!"

The Frat Bros

I was trapped. The four frat bros stood in front of me, blocking the path, grins frozen on their dumbass faces like they were posing for a picture. I tried to move forward, but not one of them even blinked. I bet they were all too stupid to even know where they were. Hate boiled up inside of me. Why did these cocky fuckers get all the good looks? I mean, I got the smarts, but what the hell good was that doing me? I was nowhere, and these guys were … were bros, always had each other’s backs, always looked out for one another. I was alone, skinny like a weed. It was so unfair!

It only took a millisecond. My red-hot hate tipped into jealousy, like a pen into ink, just barely, and I yelped as if scorched. The four seeming statues were slowly coming to life, grins somehow stretching larger, muscles and sinews rippling as if underwater. My gaze fell to the ground. I couldn’t stop staring at Gabe’s Air Jordans. They were so fuckin dope. Gabe always had the best kicks. Course, he was the baller in the house. Steve was the football freak - fuckin loved Johnny Football - man, why the fuck was I wearin a shirt! Must be 90 goddamn degrees out here! I peeled it off and shook my hair loose. That’s so much fuckin better.

Ryan, Trevor, Gabe n Steve were all lookin at me like I was confused or somethin. Thats okay, it happens alot. I’m not the brightest bulb in the box, huhuh.

“You comin bro?”

“Fuck yea bros.”

What was I sayin? Ah, fuck it. Dont matter.

Works been busy this week so probably no story. Sorry guys

Wasn't His

Henry woke up in a room that wasn't his. At least he didn't recognize it. He pulled back the covers to see a body that wasn't his. Tall and wide. A large belly that definitely wasn't there yesterday. And he was nude! He never slept in the nude, what was going on! He climbed out of the bed that wasn't his and felt his large feet stomp across the floor. His manhood hung lower than it had before and without much thought he scratched at his balls followed by a yawn and a stretch. He blushed when he realized what he did and looked through the dresser that wasn't his to find only jockstraps, athletic shorts, and tank tops or jerseys. All in almost comically large sizes. Yet he was distracted by smells coming from downstairs. Turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes. Oh yeah. It was Thanksgiving. His focus broken, stomach growling and he just smiled and patted it. Distracted just long enough to forget this wasn't right. Instead he slipped on a pair of white and black athletic shorts that were probably his and headed down stairs. He recognized the house and his family. Cousins, aunts, uncles, and of course dad who was also his coach. He sat down, slept most of the day away. It was already time for dinner. Henry chuckled a deep dumb laugh and chowed down, hearing the man who was totally his father say he needs to eat good so he can stay a defensive lineman.

Aaron had a hard time fitting in. Transferring as a senior was hard enough, but especially to a preppy school in California that was all surfers. The poor nerd had been popular at his old private school but after getting kicked out for cheating on a test he was sent here. No more nerds to talk programming and biology with. Just surfers talking about chicks and board wax. Some of the surfers however felt bad and knew he was a good guy with a bit of a rebelous streak who could serve their group well, if he just had some different priorities. They invited him to their monthly bonfire down on the beach and promised him new friends and fun if he agreed to join, and so join he did.

Aaron arrived to the beach that night dressed in jeans and a hoodie, not really owning beachware. Though he did take off his shoes and socks in the car at least. He was clearly overdressed when he arrived seeing all the surfer guys in just swim trunks or speedos, hell two or three of them were naked. He had no idea how because as the sun set and the cold air blew off the ocean it felt decidedly cold in his opinion. Everyone was chatting and having fun while Aaron was being a introvert. Soon some guys called him closer to the bonfire. As he did he felt the warmth envelope him. His slight nerdy chub began to melt away. His stomach flattening and getting smooth as the slight trail he had sucked back into his skin. His chest pushing out slightly into the beginning of muscular pecs. His hoodie began melting away, followed by the t shirt underneath, leaving him shirtless. His jeans soon started burning away as his boxers began to turn blue and grow longer becoming a pair of boardies. He finally reached the bonfire and his shoes and socks burned painlessly away leaving him barefoot. His feet stretching out to size 15, not that he ever remembers that since he never wears shoes. His toes spreading out while his soles got rough and dirty. Sand getting all over his feet and legs while his hair lightens in the firelight to a light blond. He scratches his head lightly due to the sudden growth, his hair stopping halfway to his shoulders. The marshmallow he's suddenly roasting begins to melt and with it so does his mind. Intelligence and stress fading. His eyes turn blue and empty. Finally Aaron the stressed nerd is gone and Aaron the chill surfer dude stands in his place, enjoying a night with his bros.

I’ve felt off and sweaty all day. Ever since that group of obnoxious jock looking guys bumped into me downtown. Said “sup, bro” smirked and just kept on going. Weird and forgettable only I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t get them out of my head. They’re not even my type- cocky, obnoxious douchebags obsessed with their gym bodies… wide round shoulders, thick arms, big pecs… and those bulges. But I don’t care about those things. Do I? It’s been so hard to concentrate. Get them out of my head. Not only that but my whole body has felt off… hot, sore. The world has seemed shorter or me taller but that’s not possible is it? My clothes don’t feel right either, like they‘re too small or it would be better not to have them at all. It’s hard not to rub my hands over my unremarkable body, imagine myself bigger, hotter… like them… confident and cocky. I can tell something is off. I never had a chest like this before. My arms never filled out my sleeves like this. I never had abs. And I’m growing. I can tell now. As I feel each muscle and pec I can tell it’s bigger. Mmmm. But it all feels so good. Can’t stop. Don’t want it to stop. Bro what am I becoming? Like them? Hotter? Bigger? Dumber? Mmm fuck yeah bro. Feels so good bro. I want it. Wanna be a bro.

Oliver had it with his anxiety. He had been feeling so much studying for midterms. He left his dorm and drove down to local gas station to finally take some advice from his friends and buy a pack of weed gummies and then went out to the parking lot and immediately opened the pack and ate one, figuring he'd have about an hour to drive home until it kicked in, at least thats according to his friends, he'd never done it before. But on his way to his car he felt a sudden rush to his head. It was like a headache but not painful, just feeling light headed and dizzy. His clothes were beginning to feel tingly. Hot and itchy. Especially his shirt. It felt like it was crawling on his back. Finally he couldn't stand it and started to pull the damn thing off! With little awareness of where he was he felt a tightness and heat around his feet. His shoes suddenly felt so tightband restricting. His socks itchy as if made of a thick sweater material. He pulled off his shoes and socks, wiggling his bare toes against the rough asphalt of the ground with a sigh of relief. However that relief was short lived as soon his legs began to itch and heat up as well. Oliver's jeans took on the same intense restrictive and itchy feeling as the restvof his clothes did and with little hesitantion he stripped them off. Now in the gas station parking lot in just his boxers. He fumbles with the bag to take another gummy as his boxers began to heat up. He looked down with a slack expression. His face relaxing, his mouth hanging open, his tired stressed out eyes going dull as it was suddenly hard to think. Thinking slowed down a lot, it was like he had to go through a maze to find each thought and forgot why it was important before he got there. He was horny. Fuck it felt like he hadn't jerked in days. He wasn't a particularly horny guy but right now his dick was all he could focus on. Yanking his boxers off he crouched and began to jerk off. Fuck that felt awesome. It was more intense than any jerking session. It fekt great. He was in public and too high to care, too high to notice the shocked looks, people taking pictures on their phones, or making a police call. Too high to notice his hair cut itself shorter, or the trashy guys chuckling and walking up to him. It was only the cool chill of a metal chain falling across his neck that snapped him out of his haze. He looked up at the guys who walked up, and recognized them. His bros.

"Naked again Ollie?" One of them asked.

"Uhhh" was all he could give as he looked down at himself. His dick was soft again and his hand and chest covered in shiny cum. He looked around, the clothes gone. He couldn't focus enough to remember who or where he was as he shrugged "shit guess I forgot em" he chuckled. And his buds chuckled too passing him a blunt as he took a hit, solidifying his new identity as Ollie the dumbass nude stoner.

Hey anyone remember that story about the guy that accepts a nannying gig for some rich dude, is transformed over a few days into the kids musky jock brother and the rich dudes son? Been thinking about it lately.

EDIT: Found it!!

Just watch the ball dude. That’s it. Up down. Breath in and out. Up down. Just like the rise and fall of your chest. Your pecs as they rise and grow, each breath. Up down. Like your shoulders, your lats, as you stretch, flex and widen. Up down. Thickening thighs. Up down. Tight round ass. Up down. Throbbing and twitching of your cock as it swells and pumps. Watch the ball spin. Get dizzy get dumb. Watch it rise. Watch it fall like all your anxieties, fears, insecurities. Be a bro dude. Up down. Be a jock. Up down. Up down. Welcome to the team.

I have some old reblogs that were marked as adult and blocked from public view. But logged into my own account I used to be able to see them at least but now I cant?

What’s the attraction? Tough yet vulnerable? Muscles + fat? Linemen are the best.

New stories Wednesdays

Dissolving Swim Shorts

Inspired by a video I saw

Tanner was a lonely college freshman. Thin, nerdy and very body shy. He was surprised there were very few clubs at his school, it seemed like all of the guys were in the frats or sports. He felt self conscious seeing all of the bigger guys in the halls wearing tight revealing clothing to show off their muscles and hair. One day he found a package outside his dorm, which contained a bathing suit, a tank top and an invitation to a big frat pool party. The invitation said the outfit had to be worn to be admitted, Tanner sighed. Even a sleeveless shirt made him feel uncomfortable showing off his skinny arms and lack of body hair. But he was lonely and bored so he forced himself into the suit, noticing the material felt oddly light and strange to the touch. He shrugged it off and put on some shoes and went to the party.

He made it to the gate where two large frat boys in just swim trunks stopped him.

"No shoes bro, only the outfit you were sent, thats the rule".

Tanner felt his face reddening but he had already come this far. He tossed off one shoe and then the other, revealing his small, pale feet. The guards took the shoes from him and waved him in. As he went past they laughed and tossed the shoes in the garbage knowing he wouldn't need them anymore. Tanner quickly noticed he was by far the smallest guy there in a crowd of hairy studs all flexing, chest bumping and playing beer pong. He wandered around near the pool when a pair of hands suddenly hit his chest hard sending him toppling in. He looked around at all the smiling frat boys who stared at him with looks that said they were expecting something. He looked down in horror to see his shirt melting off. His small nipples, flat stomach, all bare. He raised his hands meekly to cover himself only causing the other guys to laugh.

"Show off show off!" They chanted.

Tanner felt an odd heat and pressure as if the pool was warming up. His hands were starting to be pushed away from his chest as his pecs grew! Muscles ached and expanded until a definitive shelf had formed. His nipples enlarged and pointed slightly down. That wasn't all, his stomach had expanded, hard muscles could be felt there but also a bit of fat like he drank too much or was just lazy between work outs.  Tanner turned a bright crimson, embaressed but also oddly turned on by having this new muscle. His small joy quickly faded though as an itching spread over him. The newly enlarged chest was now sprouting curly brown hairs everywhere! Gross, he thought, muscle was one thing but he didn't wanna end up a hairy frat boy like these guys! He splashed towards the stairs in a hurry, hoping getting out of the water would halt the changes. Just then he felt a rush of water around his privates and saw in horror that his bathing suit had disentegrated.

"Show it off bruh!" One of the frat bros shouted. Tanner let out a loud, deep moan as he felt his dick slowly growing.

"No, no, nooooo" he moaned as it grew thick and hairy, dark hair swirling up around his dick to meet the pelt on his chest before swirling around to connect with his newly hairy ass that had also pushed out into a firm bubble butt. Tanner was overwhelmed with shame. His big, hairy, sexed up body exposed for all to see.  Even his hands and feet had swelled greatly. Hair pushing out on his feet and toes. No way those old shoes would fit now. Not that hed be wearing shoes. Against the embaressment a new thought was fighting to take over.

"Damn, Im hot" Tanner grunted not realizing he had said it aloud. But it was true. As much as he had felt grossed out before a growing part of him loved this big, hairy body.

Sexy.

Thats what he was.

Enough to get any girl and maybe some guys. He needed to show off. A cocky grin grew across his face which had changed to become more angular. A 5 o clock shadow growing in and beaming blue eyes under heavy eye brows. He took a big wet hand and slicked back his curly brown hair with blonde highlights before striding out of the pool, proudly letting his new cock swing between his legs, half erect already from all the hot people at the party. He fist bumped the other guys and grabbed a beer before chugging it. 

"Lets party!"

Nudity allowed again?