Everyone gathered at the Fun House for the Halloween party. It is a night of guaranteed release for any inhibitions that you may have or thought that you had. This was the ultimate latex party and all of the latex pets were going to be there. This year there was supposed to be a special treat for all of the submissive toys that promised to be mind blowing fun.
Katie knew what her Mistress liked and she was not afraid to show it. She loved the feel of latex and had the body to flaunt it. She went to the Fun Room as instructed without hesitation.
Cassie had transformed herself from a shy book worm to a bombshell in order to explore her latex fetish. She arrived before her Mistress and went to the Fun Room as instructed.
Lassie was the last to arrive at the party. She wanted to get here earlier but her Mistress had other ideas. She knew that she would be even more hyped if they were the last to arrive. She knew her too well. She followed her Mistress int the Fun Room where her Mistress let her off of her leash in order to join in the fun. She sat and waited for the fun to begin.
Since Katie and Cassie had arrived so much earlier, they had already begun to explore each other to determine what pleasures the other needed to proceed. They tried to think of anything other than lust but their minds had already succumbed to the subliminal messages and arousal gas. They were so lost in the pleasure that they did not notice that Lassie had entered the room. Lassie just kept kneeling and soaking up the gas and messages. She would not have to wait long for the fun to overtake her senses.
Once they were all assembled and properly conditioned, the Fun Master entered the room and took her place on her throne. She ordered Lassie to come to her in order to start the Fun.
The Fun Master told all of the toys to form a line in front of her so that she could make sure that they all were voluntarily her at the Fun House and were ready to experience something that would change them in ways that they could not foresee. Each one told her yes when it was their turn. At this point she told them to strip and await her next order. They did so without hesitation or thought. See then instructed them to enter the sleep sacks laid out on the floor. They did so willingly. She then sealed each of them in their special sleep sack to experience something that would be pleasurable beyond belief. As soon as she had them in sealed, she began her incantation and watched with glee as they squirmed in their latex enclosures.
Every thing changed as the toys shed off their latex cocoons.
Katie was now Kallal and was ready for anything that would come his way. He was no longer the submissive but a true alpha man.
Cassie was no longer a submissive either. Carl was now looking for that low life that had posed as its Mistress. He was ready for his dominance to overwhelm its Mistress.
Lassie was the last to emerge from the cocoon. It was so unsure of its purpose that it went directly to the closest mirror in order to confirm what had been changed. Les was now more than Lassie could have ever expected but unlike it’s fellow toys, it was not anymore dominate than it had been before the changes. Les knew that he had to be more more to please his Mistress.
Hey guys! Hope you have been enjoying some of the shorts this month. Now I know I said I didn’t have time for stories, but surprise here’s one! For those of us that live in the US think of it as a Thanksgiving eve present for you this holiday. For everyone else it’s just because I like you all so damn much.
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“Again, thank you so much for the place Mr. Hedge.” Daniel Moreno shook the older man’s hand in front of the beach house.
“No, trust me you’re saving me. The people I let stay here up and left, leaving the place a mess. But the summer season is the only time I can make money on this place.”
“If you don’t mind asking, any reason why they left so suddenly?” Steve, Daniel’s husband, asked, picking up their son out of the car and carrying him. Justin had been completely wiped out from the trip. The family car was parked in the overhead area on the right side of the beach house.
“Yeah, they said they decided to go to Cancun.” Mr. Hedge was beyond pissed, then he motioned for the fathers to come closer, “Guess I should also mention the people renting the beach house next door aren’t exactly great neighbors. My tenants told me they had noise complaints and other disturbances. That’s probably why they left now that I think about it.” The overweight older man looked off to the other house. “Before that my previous tenant during the spring also said he had noise complaints, but he was mostly a shut in.” He turned back to the family. “All this to say they’re a bunch of college assholes.” Daniel reached over, covering his sleeping son’s ears.
“I tried to talk to my friend Ronald about it. He owns the house over there, but I had to deal with his son. Apparently, he’s in charge now. Didn’t even know my friend had a son. Then again, he did always have a wandering dick, so I’m not surprised.”
“Can’t imagine them giving us too much trouble. We’re just two boring dads.” Daniel said.
A huge understatement, no doubt Mr. Hedge had let them Airbnb here because they were a safe option. Two gay men with a kid probably wouldn’t get up too much trouble. Mr. Hedge led the couple into the two-story house. The walkway was aligned with small bushes on both sides leading to the front door. The back of the house sat out over the beach, supported with stilts in the sand. The first floor let in a lot of sun. The back wall was modern age window walls, While the front half was wood. Though all the family had to do was draw down the curtains to change that. The kitchen was an open area that shared space with the living room. Besides that, a closet with cleaning supplies, a bathroom, and the deck. That was it for the first floor. Upstairs lead to the bedrooms about 4 each equipped with its own bathroom. The couple only needed two, one for them, one for their son.
At the end of the tour Mr. Hedge handed them the keys. As they all thanked each other.
“So, what do you think?” Steve asked, still holding their son. His own eyes were examining the interior structure of the room. Decked out in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants, he looked very much the 53 years that he was. His blonde hair having long since fallen out. He felt it too, even holding his son sometimes could be a challenge, but as a proud construction worker he wouldn’t let that stop him. There was nothing in the world that would stop him from doing everything he wanted to do as a dad.
“It’s perfect.” Daniel, The 55-year-old writer wrapped his arms around his husband kissing him on the face. At 5’8 he was the perfect match height for his husband. There wasn’t much he’d say about himself. He was an average Mexican-American, who found his interest in books rather than people. Now, if he was asked to talk about a place for a story, that was a wormhole. And this beach house was full of inspiration. He could go on to tell his husband about the smell of the ocean, the crash of the waves against the shore, or the sea breeze all contributed to the atmosphere. However, at this stage in their marriage he knew not to talk Steve’s ear off.
Justin was more receptive to Daniel’s authorial words, but the kid was down for now. Daniel smiled looking at his son. Some days he thought his heart would burst from so much love. One day they’d have to tell Justin just how hard they worked to get him, surrogacy, adoption. So many dead ends and rejections. Being a gay couple wasn’t always easy. Daniel and Steve hadn’t planned on being in their 50’s with a young kid, but life had a way of doing whatever it wanted. That’s why until that day they’d have to work hard to show him how much he was loved.
“Alright, I got to take our little man up to bed.” Steve said, turning away. That meant his back was giving him warning signs.
Daniel walked outside onto the deck that faced the ocean. This was going to be a great place for inspiration. This wasn’t just a simple family trip, Daniel had a new novel in mind and wanted to get some notes down in the moment. He leaned out on the wooden handrail soaking up the sun and breeze. His eyes scanned around the area. There was a shirtless young man on the sand at the house next door. They had steps that lead directly onto the beach. He was staring out at the ocean too.
He was a bulky fellow, gifted with broad shoulders, meaty pecs, and at least 6’0ft tall. A strong side profile. Even from a distance his ass was visible. When he turned back to the house, Daniel was sure his ass jiggled. He gave a full view of his handsome face, brown elegant quiff hairstyle, and squared chiseled jaw. Before the young man’s turn was complete, he finally caught sight of Daniel. The older man waved. The young man gave a smile and waved back, before jogging back up into his house.
Daniel smiled leaning off the handrail, “He didn’t seem so bad,” speaking to himself. News about the neighbors may have been vastly overrated. He returned inside to spot Steve in the kitchen.
“You preparing to cook already?”
Steve opened up the oven checking inside. “Well, someone’s got to. Unless Justin and I plan to live off your spaghetti and tacos for the rest of our trip. Can you get the bags? I’ll help you in a minute.”
Rolling his eyes Daniel walked out of the house. His tacos were so good they’d make you want to slap your mother. He laughed remembering when he first told his husband that joke. Wasn’t quite appreciated then. Daniel opened the trunk of his car, pulling out suitcases and food bags.
“Hey, need any help?” A voice caused Daniel to spin on a dime, putting a hand over his heart.
“Woah, didn’t mean to scare you man.” It was the young man Daniel had spotted on the beach moments ago. “Told my friend here we should come say hi.” He pointed to a red head male with windswept hair standing behind him. The other guy was a few inches taller, but also leaner than the first, wearing a tank top and blue swim trunks. Both had very large lumps in the front of their shorts, displaying their limp cocks. “Jason here is on the lacrosse team, while I’m QB for our College’s football team.” He held out his hand, followed by Jason. “I’m Elias by the way.” Daniel noted the young men’s firm grips.
“I’m Daniel. Lovely to meet you and I would love the help. My husband and I can’t really carry things like we use too.” Daniel leaned over grabbing suitcases.
“Getting old is a scam,” Jason laughed, picking up some of the beds with the pots they bought. Elias leaned over and garbed the food bags.
“Hmmm, maybe, but then I wouldn’t be married or have my son.” Daniel hefted the bags while the young men followed him. “ So is it just you two living over there?”
The young men snickered, “Oh no, we have another guy friend and some girls over there.”
They entered the house placing the bags on the ground. Daniel immediately introduced them to Steve. The young men greeted Steve and looked around. Steve offered to make the young men a quick snack as a token of appreciation. They eagerly accepted.
“Woah, that old guy cleans up fast,” Elias whistled, hands on his hips walking in the living room.
“What D'ya mean?” Daniel said as Steve pulled out the food.
“I mean we just had a party here a few days ago with… with,” Elias started snapping his fingers, Jason, “Bryce and Layne!” Elias clapped his hands, “Bryce and Lanye, that’s it.” The two moved into the kitchen. Elias hopped on a counter, while Jason leaned against a few cabinets on the side opposite of Steve.
“You guys partied with them?” Daniel asked.
“Yeah, they were pretty cool guys.” Jason stated. “They loved a good time.”
“Really because we heard, it was the other way around.” Steve gave a side eye. He was kind and fatherly, but he wasn’t easily fooled. His husband was a different kind of soft hearted. He took the young men in seeing them as stray pups no doubt, but these guys were wolves. Their charisma, charm, and natural body language hid it well, but it was something in their eyes that Steve didn’t like. One that took him back to being a skinny gay teen surrounded by straight jocks. Oh, Steve knew their kind very well. These college boys were sizing the fathers up.
“Well, we love a good party too,” Jason stated. His ass was indented by one of the cabinet handles but his cheek was so thick he paid it no mind as he talked on. “I think originally one was studying the sand crabs, but they got bored of that and decided to join us. Then just when things were getting good, they decided to go to Cancun.”
“Jealous?” Daniel asked.
“No way,” Jason said, “Elias is the one who recommended they go.” He pointed over to his friend. “But I don’t need anywhere else. We got the beach, babes, and an inexpensive place. So, I can’t beat that. Especially the last one.”
Steve handed the young men a baloney and cheese sandwich with chips.
“Oh, wow thanks for this,” Jason exclaimed, munching down. Elias hopped off the counter, biting down on his sandwich. He walked to the door and Jason followed. “ Thanks, we won’t forget this.”
Daniel waved them off as Jason shut the door. He turned to Steve. “That went well, they seem like reasonable young men.”
“They were all over our cabinets and counters.” Steve sighed, “I think we got a glimpse into our future when Justin’s their age.” Steve continued cooking, while Daniel took out a pocketbook.
There was a certain system to Daniel’s writing process. He used a computer obviously, but for inspiration he would always jot down concepts and half-baked ideas in a pocketbook. The words flowed more freely to him that way. From there he had a series of handbooks that he could write in longer paragraphs and monologues in. Though in truth they were mostly used as a makeshift diary. He had stacked up quite a bit over the years. The period when they were trying to adopt could be an entire trilogy on its own. His diaries could often be used to merge with ideas in his pocketbook and create something more concrete. Which worked out well for Daniel; he was a Fiction writer. He didn’t just want to be the gay guy that wrote about the hardships of gay adoption there were already writers who did that better. He’d rather tell a story about an abandoned orphan begrudgingly rescued by two in love, but often feuding male gods.
On this trip Daniel was going to find his spark of inspiration. Then merge it with life or maybe even something on this trip. All he could do was wait and see. Justin came trotting down the steps having gotten lonely. He hopped onto the couch and fell asleep again cuddled up to his father. Daniel smiled, that brought an idea to mind. A protective bear and its cub living by the sea. He jotted it down in his pocketbook. That’s all there was to it, but that’s all the pocket book was meant for.
Then, Daniel heard a radio being tuned. He turned around to see Steve had actually plugged in their CD player. Music started.
At last…
Steve held out his hand, walking over to his husband. Daniel couldn’t even stop his smile. He gently slid Justin onto a pillow and took Steve’s hand.
my love has come along.
The two danced in the living room. Steve placed his head against Daniel’s chest.
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
The last song they played at their wedding. How years had it been since they walked down that aisle? Too many and yet too few. It was the one story Daniel knew he would never get tired of writing.
They waltzed out of the opened glass door onto the deck. The night air welcomed them as the stars lit their path. Even when both partners had two left feet, their hearts never let them waver. The music faded in the background as the two danced on the deck.
“I’m surprised that Elias didn’t talk more.” Steve said. “Jason had a lot to say though.” Daniel took a note of that. Might be good for a story. Funny enough when he met the duo, Daniel was sure Elias was the outgoing one, but why did he stop talking?
“Dinner will be ready soon,” Steve whispered.
“Can’t wait.” The two men pulled away, just enough to kiss each other, then continue their little dance while watching their son sleep peacefully through the glass window. Definitely something Daniel would document in his notebook later.
One week later, neither Daniel or Steve had experienced any of the collegiate rambunctiousness they had been expecting. The young men and women next door kept mostly to themselves, waving if they happened to catch the other’s eyes.
When Daniel woke up it was to the seagulls crying. He crawled out of bed slipping on his socks and not disturbing his husband he threw on his robe and was out the bedroom. He went out to the first-floor deck. The ocean was at peace today. As he watched the sunlight spill over the horizon, seagulls landed on the beach. Then Daniel spotted movement out the corner of his eye, headed for the water. It was Elias. In his signature outfit, shirtless. The young man stripped out of the shorts he was wearing, throwing them on the beach. Now the entirety of his tanned body was on display. Even his ass had the correct tan level to match the rest of him. Elias’s dove into the water. Daniel got scared when the young man didn’t come up right away. Before he could do anything though, Elias reemerged. His young body battled against the morning waves. His ass was on full display bobbing in and out of the water. Elias would swim along, leaning his shoulder and arm forward he’d cut through the water gracefully and effortlessly.
Grabbing some coffee, Daniel came back, hoping the young man would be gone. Whole thing had been bad for his heart. Instead, he arrived outside in time to see Elias coming out of the water. His cock hung majestically, slapping against his thighs. Daniel looked away respectfully. He didn’t want to be the gay dad people thought were leering.
“Sorry about that!” Daniel turned to see Elias, shorts in hand, standing on the steps below his own house’s deck. “I didn’t think anyone else would be awake.” He had his shorts hung right over his crotch hiding his private parts from view. He turned away as his ass jiggled up the steps. Though no more was said between the two, Daniel got the feeling that Elias wasn’t sorry at all.
Steve almost spit up his own coffee when Daniel told him what happened. “Geez young people these days. Do you think he was coming onto you, or messing with you because you’re gay?”
“I don’t know, it was weird.” He leaned against the counter as his husband put biscuits in the oven. “I just know he better not do that when our son’s out there.”
“Or there is a chance he does that most mornings. And it was an accident.” Steve stated, already hating himself.
“Oh, wow you’re defending the neighbors,” Daniel said with a sly smirk. He was eating this up. “Yet you were the one who said we need to stay alert.”
“I know, but I want us to enjoy this vacation. Not be worried that our neighbors might be the horrible attractive young adults they look like.” He playfully poked his own gut. “Seriously, it’s like they’re a bunch of Ken dolls right off the shelf.”
“Aw, you’ll always be in mint condition to me.” Daniel leaned over. “I’m going to go get Justin.”
Steve watched his husband go upstairs, then quickly checked outside. He didn’t want any repeat performances.
Later that day, the family found themselves on the beach. Elias, Jason, and crew had already been down there playing Volleyball. After seeing that the fathers knew it was too nice of a day to pass up. The other male member of the crew next door, who they hadn’t met was Trey. A tall black male on their college’s swim team. As for the girls, they didn’t introduce themselves and Daniel in Steve decided not to bother. Steve and Justin were down by the water, while Daniel sat back on the shore writing in his pocketbook. Watching his son and husband play in the ocean was so fun.
A body landed right in his lap. It was Trey. The guy didn’t feel light at all even if he was leaner than Jason, every single last part of him was muscle. “I’m so sorry dude.” Trey stood up ball in hand, he had only managed to catch it, rather than hit it back. The problem was his hard cock was pointing straight at Daniel’s face.
“What the hell is wrong with you, fix yourself!”
“What, this?” Trey shook his hips as his cock moved from side to side.
‘You’re going to get arrested for public indecency,”
“But this is just naturally how I am. Also, I can’t help it if I’m more naturally gifted than other guys, Sucks to be them but you can’t blame that on me, can you?”
“No, I guess you can’t,” Daniel had no idea why he said that, but it was the truth right. He looked over to his husband and son; they were unconcerned still messing in the water.
Trey smiled, “ That’s right look at those guys.” He pointed to Elias and Jason, waiting for him to bring the ball back. Gone were the limp lumps from before, the two had hard trouser snakes going down the length of their shorts. “It’s all the adrenaline you know.” Trey stated
“Yeah but,” Daniel stammered.
“Fine you win,” Trey smiled. He blatantly shoved his hand into his shorts, grabbed his cock and fixed himself. He even opened his legs and bent his knees to show what a struggle he had to do it. “Only for you, bro.” He headed back into his game. The game went on and Daniel was able to ignore I’m not that the students were all that interested in him anyway.
Lying in his bed that night, Daniel transcribed what happened at the beach. He dedicated a paragraph to his husband and son, but in the middle seamlessly transitioned into talking about his neighbors next door.
‘They lured my eyesight away. I was but a helpless sailor cast upon shore to fend for myself against their siren song. Their instruments? The hard bodies they had worked to develop over the years. Their notes? Every single grunt exuded when they displayed their strength, slamming into each other, or going for the ball. The performance? The game itself, even falling onto me, and it was executed to perfection.’
Daniel took his pencil off the page. He’d gotten carried away; he only wanted to describe what happened, not make it appear so poetic. Usually, his notebooks were for his feelings but for strangers he didn’t even know? Maybe that was a bit much.
“Everything okay babe?” Steve asked, beside him pulling out earphones. “Trouble writing? ” It’s something that Steve was used to asking. Daniel didn’t like anyone to read his diaries, but didn’t mind sharing his writer troubles aloud in the moment. He started to say something but decided against it. The two husbands kissed good night.
Less than 10 minutes after they shut their lights off, music blared from next door. It wasn’t obnoxious, but if they could hear it, even a little, that was a problem. The fathers were just too tired to get out of bed and yell at the College students. So, they fell asleep frustrated.
The next day, Daniel ended up taking Justin out for ice cream. They were also hoping to fool the boy into thinking they weren’t home. Last night’s party had seemed pretty deliberate. And they knew the boys wouldn’t care to listen. So, Steve would get some sleep home, while Daniel and Justin got ice cream and slept in the car. Steve barely got 2 hours in before there was a knock at the door.
Steve begrudgingly marched downstairs. Upon opening it he found another college kid dressed, one he hadn’t seen before only in overalls, black tennis shoes, a straw hat, and a green bandanna wrapped around his neck.
“Hey name’s Phil. I maintain Mr. Hedge’s yard in the front and clean the windows.”
“Oh yeah, Mr. Hedge did mention you, but I could have sworn he said your name was Phillipe.” Steve also wanted to mention that he had gotten the impression Phil was supposed to be older, but perhaps that was his misunderstanding. “ Please come in then.” Steve stepped aside, but the young man didn’t move.
“Gotta wait for my partner.” Phil clicked his teeth and pointed to his left as Jason came from next door hopping onto the walkway. He came up to the front door and gave a salute. Steve nearly lost it. Jason was in his boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide the outline of his cock, boots and a red bandana.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing! You’re not funny. My son could’ve been here.” Steve clenched his teeth.
“But he’s not him and your husband left a while ago.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know when they’ll be back.”
“True, but Elias said it would be okay, so I thought why not.” Jason shrugged, stepping into the house with Phil behind him. Steve shrugged if Elias thought it was a good idea not much he could argue against. Phil collected cleaning supplies from the first-floor closet, and Jason helped. The pair tackled the giant window wall in the back. Steve decided he might as well start preparing lunch. Being in the kitchen however gave him the perfect viewing to watch the young men work. Jason had a boner that would frustratingly rub on the glass. Phil pulled down his overall for a second showing he was indeed naked. Then when the boys chuckle silent which was only evident by the rippling of their abs.
It turned out Jason was right, the duo was finished before Steve’s family came back. Steve would never know how he maintained himself when Phil shook his hand goodbye. The young man’s cock was blatantly pointing towards Steve.
Later in bed that night, Steve told Daniel the truth, “They’re fucking with us. They know we’re gay so to them it’s like ‘let’s show off our bodies!.’ And yes, they’re attractive, but I’m sure this should be labeled sexual harassment to some extent.” Daniel peeked up from his notebook , pausing his nightly writing, to give Steve an amused look.
“I’m serious.” Steve huffed like a pouting child.
Daniel leaned over kissing his husband’s blonde beard. “I know you are babe.”
Music started, from beyond their walls. The couple looked at each other, rolling their eyes. Daniel turned to his side and switched the night lamp off. They would try to give the neighbors next door one more chance.
Steve was the first to wake up the next morning. There was another presence in his bed between him and his husband. Turning around he found Justin nestled in between their two bodies. His son must have had a nightmare. The two had invited Justin to crawl into bed if their door was unlocked, when he had a bad dream instead of waking them up. Steve got up watching his husband and son sleep. He reached for his fuzzy robe. It was royal blue more inline with his sensibilities than Daniel’s imperial purple one. Humming his way downstairs he began to make breakfast.
By the time he was finishing. Daniel came downstairs carrying Justin, who was zonked out and drooling on his shoulder. Steve didn’t notice when Daniel set their son down. That’s why he was surprised when he felt Daniel’s warm arms wrapping him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.
“Morin,” Daniel said. The couple interlocked their fingers. Steve liked the way their wedding rings made a small clang when hitting against each other. They all ate breakfast together then decided to go for a walk on the beach. They couple and son walked around as the cool morning sand spread in between their toes.
“Daddy, can I make a sandcastle?” Justin asked as they neared their renal beach home.
“Oh sure,” Daniel blinked, shocked looking at his husband. The question had always meant Daniel he was Daddy and Steve was Papa. That wasn’t the shocking part. It had been unspoken but the couple were unsure if their son was enjoying their trip given that he hadn’t spoken that much. Naturally, Justin was a kid of few words, but new people, especially boisterous ones like their college neighbors didn’t encourage him to talk.
Steve thought for a minute. They had never properly introduced their son. He was there doing their volleyball game, but it never came up. The couple stopped and sat on the beach, while Justin built a castle. Daniel slipped out his pocketbook.
“How many ideas can you get sitting on a beach?” Steve hit his husband with an elbow playfully.
“You’d be surprised,” Daniel winked.
They heard voices as they spotted Elias, Jason and Trey coming out of their house with a football in hand. No shirts, so shoes, but swimming trunks on. They threw the ball to each other making cheers and other rowdy noises.
Steve watched as Daniel’s attention was slowly pulled to the young men. He would write in his book. Stop. Then start again. Eventually Daniel was full on ogling the college students. His pencil moved furiously as the young men played on.
“Hey, put down the book, let’s play with Justin.” Steve placed a hand on Daniel’s arm. His husband looked at him.
At that moment Justin’s sandcastle exploded. The football the athletes had been tossing around plummeted right into it as sand went flying in all directions. There was laughing from Jordan and Trey. Elias shrugged, “Sorry, little dude.”
“What the heck is wrong with you?!” Steve said, looking past his husband. Then he heard a small snicker beside him. Daniel tried to cover his lips that had just betrayed him. “Are you laughing at our son?” Steve’s voice was pointed.
“Come on babe, you have to admit it’s kinda funny.” Daniel said.
“How can you even say that?” Steve was astounded. But maybe what pissed him off most wasn’t the college student or his husband, but the fact that some small part of him agreed. He wasn’t as rude as Daniel to say it out loud though. If his son didn’t want his castle destroyed, he shouldn’t have been playing near the game. Disgusted with himself, Steve got up and walked with his son back to the house. He left Daniel on the beach and he couldn’t look at him right now.
When Daniel did finally come back in the house, it was dark outside, and he was sweating profusely. He sauntered in, wiping his forehead. The frown lines on his head were truly showing. He looked every bit his age.
“Where have you been”? Steve rushed over worried. He put his hand on his husband’s head.
“Don’t worry I’m not sick. I was playing around with the guys. Tossing the ball back and forth.” Daniel kindly removed Steve’s hand, walking to the fridge to get a drink.
“The guys? Daniel, those boys are more than 30 years your junior. We can’t exactly compete with them physically.”
“They invited me, and I joined.” Daniel said smugly.
They were on the verge of a fight, but before one could develop. The music from next door started up earlier than usual. Both of the men groaned.
“Ugh putting Justin to bed with this is going to be a pain.”
“No, it’s not.” Steve slammed a hand on the counter. “ I’ve had enough.” With that Steve called 311 and reported a noise complaint. Then he continued on with dinner, 20 minutes later they saw the familiar red and blue color of a police car coming in through their windows. They were in the middle of a family dinner when they heard the cop’s car door shut. A few minutes later the music cut off. Justin was sent to go take a bath, while his dad washed and dried the dishes. By the time Justin fell asleep the music started up again.
“That’s it!” Steve took off outside.
“We should leave them alone.” Dan shouted, but made no effort to chase his husband.
Once outside, Steve heard Elias from next door say, “Thanks for stopping by.” Before closing his door the college student waved to the cop sitting on his police cruiser. The cop wasn’t alone; there was a female on his lap . Steve marched down there to ask him just what had happened to stop the noise or at least quieting it. The closer Steve got the less sure he got about confronting the cop all due to the woman’s quiet moaning and the car rocking. Once correctly positioned Steve saw that the female was not just on his lap, she was riding him. His uniform pants were around his ankles as his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her.
“Woah,” the cop got his partner to stop. She gave Steve the stink eye. “Can I help you with something, man?”
Steve couldn’t believe the department would send such a young cop to handle college students. Him and the guy’s next door were probably all on the same page thinking people like Steve and Fan just need to chill out. Steve simply walked away hearing the car begin to rock again as he did.
David was the first to wake up the next morning. His head was ringing like the weirdest hang over, but he didn’t have alcohol last night. The more he could string along his thoughts the more he realized the throbbing in his head was pain. It was music. The same songs and electronic dance music the house next door played throughout the night. Seems it had finally creeped into Daniel’s head and gotten stuck, it was bothersome at first, but it became debilitating when Daniel realized he couldn’t gather his thoughts to write a single coherent sentence. Even when Steve and Justin came down for breakfast, Daniel sat grumpy on the couch unable to write. Lunch rolled by and then Steve got worried.
“Honey, eat this.” Steve stood beside the couch handing his husband lunch.
Daniel looked up as if he had been million miles away. “Huh? Oh no, you guys go ahead and eat. I need to write.”
“We already ate. Finished half an hour ago. Justin went back upstairs, and I watched you while I washed the dishes. You didn’t move at all. You just sat here with your legs hiked up on the coffee table and your pen in hand.” Steve hiked up his pants legs before sitting on the couch’s arm. “Need to take a walk to get rid of this writer’s block? I can go get Justin.”
“No, don’t worry.” Daniel stood up stretching. “I’ll go on a walk and clear my head. You two stay here and enjoy yourselves.” He gave his husband a kiss and then was out the door. The moment he stepped outside Daniel looked next door. The music had gotten even louder. Why wouldn’t it stop? He walked over to his neighbors house, then knocked on the door When he opened it. Jason was standing there in his boxers, A hint of his long cock visible through the slit.
“Morning neighbor! What’s up?” The redhead young man said with his all-American smile.
The music Daniel had been hearing up to that point stopped and his resolve disappeared with it. “I—I don’t know what I’m doing here?” He stammered and rubbed his head.
“Well, come in, maybe we can help remind you.” Jason opened the door wider as Daniel walked in. The house had a large living room area. A large sectional sofa with a TV across from it. A sofa huge as it had to be a series of connected separate sofas. To sit on the left or the right meant someone was on the opposite side of the room. Relaxing on the sofa was, Trey. He watched as Daniel fumbled about checking out their summer home.
Then, Daniel stepped on something, it was laying on top of the white carpeted floor in the living room, He lifted his foot looking down.
“ Looks like you found Elias’ jock strap.” Trey laughed.
Jason put a hand on Daniel’s neck. “What are you going to do about it?”
The men had grins like they had an inside joke, but Daniel couldn’t decipher. Was it with the jock strap? After all, it certainly didn’t look used though that’s what they claimed. Daniel brought it to his nose and began sniffing. Daniel heard the two men laughing at him, but he couldn’t do a single thing as his mind entered a fog. Then he was naked standing only in his socks and tennis shoes with no idea how he got that way.
The first thing to disappear on Daniel’s face were the wrinkles he accrued over the years. Slowly his face became Smoother, softer. His legs and spine soared up as he began to grow. He threw back his head, moaning. He was leaving 5’ft 8in behind to reach 6’3. Though his body had been stretched something had to be done about all the weight he accrued over the years.
Daniels’s fat vibrated as if alive on its own and burned itself away. In return his whole body pulsed and throbbed in ecstasy. His thighs started the process as his muscles swelled, sculpting themselves. Daniel couldn’t even muster up a single strand of resistance. Every ounce of fight he had was converted into pleasure, which led to his muscles bulging even harder.
The belly Daniel had melted away. It shook with ferocity as it tightened into cobble stones. Daniel, put his head back to watch as muscles etched themselves into existence. The abs only got thicker and deeper as the change continued. Daniel inspected his new toros with his hands running his fingers along the ridges.
That’s when he noticed the jock strap was gone, no longer in his hand. Instead, it was now perched on him. Daniel worried, when had he even slipped it on? The straps pressed into his ass as his cheeks grew harder and firmer. The whole thing was getting tight but now He had a lower body fit for running. Legs that could cause and impact like a bucking horse. He blew a load into his jock strap. Most of his wild pubic hair disappeared, but enough remained to spill over the waistband. Light hairs began to sprout up to his navel then continuing upwards onto his pecs. It flowed in the opposite direction too. The hair spilled out of his ass, onto his cheeks, over his thighs then, down his calves and shins. So light, so faint, one probably wouldn’t even know his legs had hair from a distance.
The hair on his chest was a signal for his pecs to jut out. They were taking the leftover fat and converting it into pure musculature. His shoulder reshaped, forming a new broadness for a younger male. That change flowed down into his arms. With no more fat everything could be stacked with muscle. His biceps bulked, shooting more growth into the forearms. Had he still been wearing his clothes he would have torn through them, with his sheer size. His veins bulge out pumping more of his transformation into his system. The same small thin hairs on his legs adorned his arms. His hands no longer felt like blocky nubs, rather meaty and proportionate thick digits as his fingers grew. The wedding band around his finger distorted and morphed into a college world series championship ring.
The process wasn’t over yet, his feet were next in the order. He was going to need something stronger than his size 10 to support his new body. The soles of his feet stretched longer pulling on the fabric of his socks. Then his shoes tried to hold his feet back, but it was impossible his feet tore through. Making it look like he was wearing talking shoes. His growth wasn’t done yet his toes had to stretch a bit more to correct themselves. Daniel’s mouth fell open at the size 13 holding him up.
Daniels’ vocal cords fell under assault next. They needed to morph in the same way to fit who he was becoming. His voice became younger, less strained in places, but also reached an alternate lowered pitch. Deep breaths kept his lungs growing with a greater capacity to hold air. He needs that when on the field competing. His face changed, growing a more prominent jaw line. With no fat it could properly take center stage. Then like a gift Daniel felt his hair regrowing with a vibrancy it hadn’t before. Dark curls littered his head.
For a moment Daniel understood what was happening as Jason and Trey looked on, he didn’t understand the how or why, but he was being infected by their youth. Their youthful energy was contagious and brought him back to his college years. Not his college years but one of a stud. Jason held up a phone to show Daniel what he looked like. Daniel filled his jock strap with another large helping of cum.
With his balls properly drained they began expanding along with his cock. His package grew becoming obscenely obvious. The tent he was creating was impossible to ignore. His cock connected to Jason’s abs. Jason had moved forward giving an even closer view of Daniel’s handsome face. Now the waistband of the jockstrap wasn’t even touching Daniel’s skin anymore. The front of the jock was getting soaked int pre. Daniel looked down and he was making a mess. He stuck a hand into his jock and stuck his cock out the left side. Once he connected to his cock, he could take his hand off and stroked himself.
Daniel couldn’t hold off everything that had happened to him was like the best edge in existence and he was finally at the end. Daniel roared as his body quaked and he released the best orgasms in his life down the side of his leg. It almost seemed like his ball would never empty as the load just kept coming. His 9.5-inch cock spewed his white hot cum endlessly onto the floor, as Daniel sensed a disconnect. Like he was floating away. His smarts, his memories, his love of literature all forced down to his balls and pumped out.
The fog in Daniel’s mind was even worse now, as he was essentially a blank slate with nothing but fog. The perfect vessel to fill up. Sports, his bros, working out, partying and sex with girls filled his mind. A jock who was a pure corn-fed himbo. An overgrown and beefy wall of muscle, but no brains whatsoever. The wedding ring on his finger disappeared and turned into a cross necklace around the thick country boy’s neck.
Jason and Trey let out cheers as Dan, nicknamed ‘Dan the Man’ was born. Dan stuffed his fat deflating cock back into Elias’s, now his, jockstrap. Dan couldn’t get how his bros ever thought the jockstrap was Elias’, it fit Dan just right.
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Steve had come downstairs seeing Justin playing in the living room.
“Hey, have you seen your dad?”
“Nope.” Justin continued to play with his toys.
Steve tried to call him but got no answer. He decided to call after dinner, perhaps Daniel was still clearing his head. While they were eating the stupid music from next door began playing. Steve was frustrated but pretended not to be for Justin. He ended up sending his son to bed. When he called Daniel again, he finally got an answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey Daniel, is that you? Why do you sound like that?” There was obnoxious music in the back, Music Daniel recognized.
“Like what? Who is this? How’d you get my number?”
“Wait, Daniel, are you drunk?”
“Course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
Another voice came from the background on Daniel’s end, “Yo, Dan hang up and have fun.” The call ended.
Steve huffed, that was Trey’s voice paired with the music. Daniel had to be next door. Had he seriously stepped out just to join the young guy’s next door? Something had to be up with him Daniel had never acted like this. Perhaps a mid-life crisis. Worried about his husband, Steve checked his son was in bed, then stormed over to the next-door neighbors.
He didn’t knock, Steve banged on the door. Even the loud music had to submit to what sounded like a swat team ready to charge in. The door opened and Trey was standing there naked Not a single ounce of clothing on him. Steve’s mind went blank as his eyes drifted down. There was one thing on Trey, a condom. It was stuffed around the large black anaconda that hung between his thighs.
“Hey, you’re here about the music right. Sorry, but we gotta keep it going or else you’d hear all the moaning next door. The girls are moaners.” Trey smirked, leaning on the door frame.
There wasn’t time for this. Steve pushed his way inside brushing Trey aside. The black 21-year-old stud simply let it happen, Steve came into the living room where the guys of the house were all fucking girls and they were no doubt moaning in pleasure. Elias sat on the sofa sitting like a king as three girls crawled all over him, beer in hand. Steve didn’t like the intense staring Elias gave him. Jason hadn’t stopped fucking his girl missionary style. He lifted his head up giving Steve a wink. Steve’s eyes landed on a new guy he hadn’t seen before. The dude was massive as tall as Jason but beefier. He had a curly quiff hairstyle as if emulating Elias’ own hair, except his curls provided a more artistic and relaxed look. A girl was sitting in his lap, as they both faced Steve. When Steve entered the guy had stop fucking his girl as his eyes locked onto Steve, he didn’t say anything only stared. Steve became unsettled. It started in his chest and spread outward. He needed to find his husband and get out of the house.
“You feel that?” Elias had girls kissed along his body as he talked to Steve.
The unsettling feeling inside of Steve began to change to a tingle. Almost ticklish. A grin began to form on Steve’s face. His height stretched his body out, torso and legs fighting to see which could reach its new length first. Spams overtook his muscles as he reached 6’2. Then his chest began to change. Soft moobs shifted up and hardened as pec took their place expanding. They grew thicker and heavier with each breath Steve took. From there, his abs began to outline themselves on his body. Steve bit his lip. Elias snapped his fingers and Steve’s clothes were gone. Then Trey plopped a baseball cap on to Steve’s head.
A force in Steve’s legs caused his thighs to balloon out with solid muscle. The thunder thighs Steve had, would now be called that for a whole new reason. Then it flew down into his calves. The muscle couldn’t help adding onto itself as if Steve had worked out at the gym for years. There’d be no one he couldn’t match in a race, from this day onward. Steve’s ass perked up as it became one belonging to a demigod; thick and plump.
The arms couldn’t be forgotten as they readied themselves with false years of batting and throwing into their muscle memory. Steve’s triceps and biceps swelled, making it child’s play for him to deliver home runs endlessly. Next his hands reshaped into something that could slip into a big mitt perfectly. He could slap his teams perfectly on their huge asses. Then his feet took its cue to grow. His legs had already reached their growth point, and now his toes were morphing. Finally, they were masculine stompers fit for cleats.
Hair flowed out from under Steve’s cap majestically, spun like golden wear and curling at the very edges. As a consequence of such glorious flow, the hair on his other body parts fell off disappearing into nothingness. He got a new bush around his crotch as under his armpits reflected Elias’ own. Once all the body hair was gone, Steve fell back on his ass, released from a mysterious grasp.
“What the hell is happening to me?” Steve managed to stammer.
“Nothing, you’re just becoming a bro. Though you have to get in the right mindset before we finish. And gotta tweak your sex drive just in case can’t be having no one pump chumps,” Elias said.
Steve looked around wanting to call out to someone, anyone. But neither the girls nor the guys were paying attention to him. When he tried to call for help his neck bulged shifting as his cries became moans. Each one he released sounded more in tune with the way Elias and his friends spoke. Deep in pitch and void of any depth of thought or complex emotion. Steve’s head started to remold itself as his cheekbones shifted under his skin and his chin pushed Out. Steve’s eyes became a beautiful ocean blue. Next his memories were the victims of his change. The cap on his head buzzed as his mind rewrote itself. Memories of his family, cooking skills, and job all under assault. That left room for his interest in baseball and wowing women to take root. Nights of partying, late night drinking, and sex popping into his head. Steve knew it was true, He dedicated his life to staying in shape and having the best ass on his team. Girls couldn’t get enough of it. As for all that other stuff? It got shunted down—down below to Steve’s balls. Those twin babymakers grew active as they expanded, churning his precious memories into alpha sperm. Unlike Daniel, Steve’s smart drained as much, rather his kindness and humbleness became the perfect baby batter. His nuts got bigger and bigger, perfect to be two baseballs in their own rights. Steve’s cock had a great feast, growing longer and thicker til it was 10 inches. His cock ached for release.
“Cum with us,” Elias said
Every single guy had been fucking a girl as Steve transformed and now they were about to bring to girls to climax. Steve lost his load as a grunt from the guys joined a chorus of moans from the ladies. Ropes of cum hit Steve in the eyes then landed on his chest. Then again, he wasn’t Steve he was Stu. Stu was a cocky and arrogant jock that loved to show off. That’s why he’d taken place in the center of the room as an attention seeker.
Stu realized he had cum without a woman’s touch and wondered how he got in the center of the room alone. Elias explained Stu and his friend Dan had been other people before coming to the beach house, but they had given into their true selves. Though Elias hadn’t clarified what ‘other people’ meant. For some reason Steve didn’t question Elias; he didn’t feel the need to.
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Dan and Stu didn’t come back to their house until 3am in the morning. Copying Elias’ normal outfit, they both happened to return from their night partying without shirts, only shorts. Both were drunk off their ass, but it was Stu who had to support his big lug of a roommate inside. They staggered in trying not to fall in the darkness. They tumbled up to their room on autopilot to get drunk to think about what they were doing. Stu laid Dan on the bed, then got on the other. He walked to the other side, and brushed past Dan’s feet. The dude was so large his feet hung off the bed. Stu was too drunk to care. They were in the same bed, falling asleep.
Dan was the first to wake up, due to someone kneeing him in the stomach. His eyes flared open when he felt the small pressure. Not a lot of power behind it, but enough to be annoying. Surprisingly all he saw was the back of Stu’s blonde head on a pillow. Dan tilted his head toward the lower part of the bed. He reeled back in shock. Moving carefully he arched his arm to poke Stu.
“Hey, hey” Dan whispered, not letting up on his body moving pokes.
“What?” Stu said sleepily with a hint of anger.
“There’s a little brosef in the bed man.” Dan said.
Stu furrowed his eyebrows, facing the wall. He had no idea what Dan was going on about. Next time he’d make the guy sleep in his own bed. Angry Stu flipped around, only to scream and fall off the bed. There was a kid in pajamas lying on top of the bed in between the two bros. Dan got up and went to check on his friend.
“You okay?”
“Do I look, okay? Not to mention there’s some weird kid in our bed,” Stu accepted Dan’s hand as he got onto his feet.
“Where do you think he came from?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you try using your own brain.” A pointless endeavor Stu knew Dan was as bright as a blown-out Christmas light. He looked down at the kid. “This is creepy as shit. You know horror movies start this way. The kid is going to wake up telling us we got 7 days to live.” Stu may have been the brains in his friendship, but he wasn’t exactly a genius anymore.
“Should we put him outside?”
“He’s not a cat.” Stu put his hands under his chin. How were they going to deal with this kid? Who, hopefully, would not kill them when he woke up? Was this kid Mr. Hedge’s grandson? No, that didn’t make sense.
The young men talking to each other, caused the kid to wake up. He rubbed his eyes, yawning as he stared at the strangers. Stu breathed an internal sigh of relief the kid didn’t have black eyes or a demonic voice. The bros souls were safe for now.
“Where’s my dad?”
“Uh?” The two young men looked at each other. Stu mouthed ‘Do you know his dad?’ Dan shook his head, mouthing back, ‘you?’ . Stu also shook his head. They were at a loss.
“Hey, lil bro what’s your name?” Dan asked.
“Justin,” The boy answered. “But I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“That is good advice. But um, you want to explain how you got in our rented house?” Stu crossed his arms, and Justin tilted his head confused. This was the worst. Stu should have been getting it on with babes, not trying to locate a kid’s family. He was denying girls the gift of seeing his body. Then an idea popped into his head. He couldn’t believe he had only realized it now. He dragged Dan out into the hallway.
“I think that kid might be one of ours. You know how Elias was saying we were like other people and some shit. One of us was a single dad.” Stu concluded.
“Oh that’s awesome! I think, but who’s kid do you think he was?”
Stu smirked grabbing his pouch, “Not that I’m denying my own little swimmers, but only you’d be stupid enough to knock up a girl.”
Dan chuckled dumbly, “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” not realizing he had just been insulted.
Stu patted him on the back. “Lucky little dude, now he’s got a stud for a father.” Elias hadn’t really told them what kind of losers they were before, but they had to have been right? There would have been no reason to have changed unless their lives were awful. They were so blessed to have found Elias and by that logic so was this. Stu watched as Dan grew this really awed look staring at Justin in the room. The realization he had been a father was amazing to him.
“Stu, how do I take care of a kid?” Dan asked. He knew nothing about kids or taking care of one. Elias must have taken that out of his head. Though Dan didn’t understand why, those things seemed super important if he had one. Then again Dan knew he didn’t understand most things. Thinking was hard; it was easier to let Stu do all the thinking for him.
“How hard can it be? Kids are like mini adults.” Stu said, marching back into the room.
Justin watched as they came back in. The bigger one moving slower than before. The kid was confused. Last night he was sure he crawled into bed with his dads. Though he hadn’t noticed there were less of them when he got in. Stu stood in front and did an introduction as he said. “Here’s your new and improved dad.” Justin thought Stu sounded like the people that gave away free cars on TV. He watched as Dan kneeled in front of the bed.
“Hey son,” Dan shook Justin’s hand like the boy was a porcelain doll. Then again anything trapped in Dan grasped could easily be crushed. “Maybe you could tell us where your mom is.”
“I don’t have a mom, I have two dads,” Justin’s answer was so straight forward it caught the two young men off guard. Stu was thinking. So, either Justin had a stepdad through shenanigans, or his dad were gay. And if Dan was one of the dad’s chances are Stu was the other. That didn’t make sense though, he didn’t know shit about this kid. He also didn’t give a shit, but he did at least pretend to care Dan would get upset.
Stu sighed as Dan turned to him confused. “ You know what he’s saying, right?” Stu asked.
“I got you pregnant?” Dru said it was completely serious.
“Like hell,” Stu rolled his eyes, “That’s not how that works. And if it did. It’d be pretty obvious I’d be the one that got you pregnant. You may be big but I’m bigger where it actually counts.” Stu smirked.
“You don’t think I could do it?” Dru stood up agitated. Stu scoffed, he knew Dan couldn’t do it. Even if they had been losers. Even if they had been gay. Stu was sure he wasn’t taking it from behind from Dan. Before the boys could blow up at each other there was a gurgling sound.
Justin held his stomach. “I’m hungry.” The two decided to postpone their argument for another time. They all walked downstairs to the kitchen. Stu opened the fridge to see how well packed it was but it was full of ingredients, nothing already cooked or any leftovers. This was bad. Stu had the culinary knowledge of a common college student. The only things he knew how to make were sandwiches and ramen noodles. Then he spotted a cereal box on top of the stove. They were saved! No one was going to starve this morning.
“Papa says I shouldn’t eat too much sugar in the morning.” Justin stated.
Dan retrieved bowls from the cabinets, displaying his height as he easily grabbed them, “How about we only give you a little bit as your dads we can—”
Stu grabbed Dan’s arm and pulled him off to the side. He enjoyed how he could make the big behemoth follow him around with a firm grip, “I don’t think we should tell this kid we’re possibly, most likely, his dads.”
“Why not?”
“Because it wouldn’t make sense to a kid. Elias should explain.” Dan nodded at that last part of course Elias would have all the answers. Stu slapped Dan on the abs with the back of his hand. “Follow my lead.” Stu strutted over to the kid. “ Justin, your dads had to go away for a bit and they left us in charge. Think of us as your older brothers.” Stu smirked at that. He wasn’t going to be some runts run down dad. He was much more suited to a brotherly role. “And we like to have fun.”
“We say sugar for breakfast!” Dan roared, shaking the box as Justin laughed. All three guys had a great time eating on the Surface. Though Dan and Stu kept trading looks back and forth between each other. A child meant they were gay. They couldn’t get over that. Why hadn’t Elias mentioned the kid? When they were done eating the two asked Justin to go get dressed, they were going to introduce him to Elias. The two also went to their room to get dressed.
“Who’s kid do you think he is?” Stu asked, kicking off his shorts.
Dan tilted his head unsure of the question. He took off his own pants. The two young men, quite used to locker rooms in their lives, had no problems seeing another male naked.
“As in whose nutsack do you think he came out of? I mean one of us must have knocked up a girl to get him.”
“Can’t people adopt?” Dan asked, unsure of himself. He knew very little of the world and even then, he had to be corrected a lot.
“I guess, but he looks like you.” Too bad the kid probably wasn’t going to grow up to be even a percentage of hot they were.
“Really? I think he looks like you.”
“Hmmm, interesting.” Stu said before he went looking for clothes. His mind was preoccupied with what he was going to do next. Once he found some, he started putting it on paying no mind to how the clothes shifted around his body to something more appropriate to his new age range. Dan’s clothes did exactly the same except , Dan definitely noticed when his clothes shifted to something else.
“You see that?” Dan pointed to his new polo, “My shirt changed.”
“Yeah, you changed your shirt, good for you,” Stu gave a petty clap congratulating Dan like he was a small child. They needed to settle the business with this kid. Then Stu could start living it up.
The three males, all dressed, walked next door. It was Dan who knocked with his large hands as he stood next to Stu with Justin in front of them both. The door opened as an exhausted Trey rubbing his eyes opened the door.
“Don’t you guys have any idea what time it is?” the young man said for once in their time here. Trey was wearing a regular outfit. Besides his muscles being visible through the shirt his outfit did nothing to show him off as he and his friends clearly liked to do. It was a trait that even Stu related to. Stu had even expected Trey to answer shirtless with long pajama pants but now he just seemed normal. “You guys are supposed to sleep and get your energy back.”
“Well, we were sleeping and we may have slept more but,” Stu lightly rubbed Justin’s head. Trey had to look down because he hadn’t even bothered to look out of his line of sight. “This little dude whose parents are apparently,” Stu’s eyes shifted between him and Dan. “But we’re not even sure if that part is even true. All we know,” Stu leaned forward so Justin couldn’t hear, “This kid was in our place, Weird right?”
Trey sighed, “Not weird at all when he’s yours. But why are you guys here? Surely you could have guessed that even if you didn’t want to believe it?”
Dan started to speak up, “We were thinking that maybe Elias could help. Like tell us who we were as parents. Not much else we can do for the kid.”
Rubbing the back of his head Trey gave a look that didn’t inspire any confidence, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why not? Elias is our bro. Bros help bros out.” Dan chanted with his boisterous voice.
Trey sucked on his teeth. Then groaned, “Look you didn’t hear this from me, but Elias hates kids. Hates them. Right now, you’re probably thinking if he can’t help us remember.” Trey pointed to Justin, “He’ll make things better by changing him. Let me tell you now. That’s not how Elias works. He takes old people and makes them young again. Doesn’t care for anything else. He hates aging and loves the college years.”
Justin was very confused, but stood politely as the giants talked above him.
Stu covered Justin’s ears, “Wait, but what are we supposed to do with a kid we’re no longer qualified to take care of. What did Elais think was going to happen?”
“Guess he thought you’d throw him out on the street. Probably should, he makes you guys feel old. Young guys with a kid. Weird.” Trey did a body shiver like he was disgusted then closed the door.
“That’s fucked.” Dan stated.
The boys walked back home. Dan and Stu feeling less confident than they did before. Something had shifted inside them. Before talking with Trey, the two boys had an unshakable belief in Elias. But Trey’s words had chipped at their faith a bit. Elias had changed their lives for the better, hadn’t he? So why was there a kid they couldn’t remember? Was not remembering him or how to take care of him for the better?
Didn’t take long before the young men got their first lesson in parenting: Beware the sugar rush. There was a reason Justin’s parents didn’t shovel sugar into his mouth. It began simple enough Justin asking questions as children do. Why did his parents choose them? how’d they get so tall? How do they get all those muscles? Then the questions stopped but Justin didn’t stop talking. He started walking around, until he was running. Dan and Stu had to chase the child around. The child was a bit of a demon.
“Man, this sucks!” Dan said as they entered their bedroom. Which they realized had 100% been *their* bedroom as a couple. Earlier they would have been quick to claim they must have made a terrible gay couple. Maybe fighting or arguing and shit, but Stu thought Justin was a pretty well-adjusted child. He missed his dads pestering the young men when they were coming back. Luckily, they got him to play downstairs for a while.
“This more than sucks. Trey was right, I’m too young and handsome to be strapped down with a Kid.”
“Can’t you show some compassion? “ Dan set his hands on his hips. “In a way our little bro lost two dads.”
“Compassion? I don’t care about that kid. I just want him out of our hair so we can get our dicks wet. While I do think it’s cruel to leave him on the street like Trey suggested, doesn’t mean I want him. Do you?”
“I mean, no.” Dan said in his very dumb deep jocular voice. He didn’t want a kid, but he also recognized he was too stupid to take care of one even if he did. He was the kind of guy that would set the house on fire trying to cook. Dan’s skills were suited to a sports field and the countryside.
“That’s what I thought. Now help me look around.” Stu started digging through drawers. “There’s got to be information about the kid or about the old us.” Dan went through the closet. Shuffling through clothes. He passed by an outfit and the fabric of it changed. Stu caught sight of it but didn’t say anything. He found some papers tossing them aside. When it connected to the floor, it turned into old college essays.
Dan was at the nightstand and pulled it open, “Look at all these books.” He grabbed a notebook out and Stu turned in time to see it morph into a small spiral binder. “Wow, these are some old class notes, glad I can throw them away now,” Dan chuckled as he went to crab another.
“DON’T!” Stu got up moving Dan aside he grabbed the books holding them. Dan had a shocked look on his face. Carefully holding the books Stu held one up, “Whenever you touch something that belongs to the old you it changes. I watched you go through the closet and I think all your clothes changed to cool stuff.”
“I didn’t notice that.”
“I don’t think you can.” Stu admitted.
“Ohhhh,” Dan touched the side of his forehead as in ‘mindblown’, “That explains why you weren’t reading those papers you tossed aside.”
“Papers? It was just old home…Shit! It’s happening to me too.” Stu Sat down on the bed with the books, “Okay here’s what will do. Let’s go through each other’s stuff and see what we find.”
The young men switched off, but 20 mins later Dan hadn’t found anything. Stu however was still sitting on the bed. He hadn’t gotten up at all after suggesting they switched. He was just laughing to himself.
“Found anything?” Dan asked.
“No but listen to this you wrote: ‘I love Steve so much. There are days I can’t even begin to describe it. Today, I watched him sit on the windowsill, people watching, the warm sunlight rays on his body. There’s a quiet tranquility when he watches the world. As if he understands the universe and I’m lucky enough to experience it with him.’” Stu laughed. “Fucking mushy. Guess I was this Steve person.”
“I don’t think you should laugh.” Dan mumbled.
“Why the fuck not, huh? It’s a loser gay due writing a love letter about his loser husband.” Stu blinked, “What’s up with you? Normally you’d die at shit like this.”
“Maybe, but we’re those gay dudes. Doesn’t it feel wrong?”
Stu was going to reply with a comeback, but he stopped himself. When he read, Stu hadn’t been thinking of Daniel and Steve as their former selves, just characters in a book. But Dan, no brain between the ears had a point. This wasn’t about a hypothetical person, it was a passage about him. “D
To get the perspective of the man who transformed via the Spider-Man costume, check out his POV here.
When he first arrived at college, Eugene Peterson had been in high spirits. Being in a place where people actually paid to learn had the undersized young man thinking that he would be surrounded by peers with the same dedication to education as him. However, these dreams were quickly dashed during the first day of classes upon a chance encounter with Brock Watkins. Unlike Eugene, Brock had gained a full-ride scholarship to play football at the college, and the jock’s ego was so overblown that he seemed to view himself as a god amongst peasants.
Unfortunately for Eugene, their eyes met while passing through a path on campus one day and that was the start for several months of torment. Although the man was a sensitive soul, he was forced to quickly thicken his skin to handle the near-constant abuse he received from his tormentor. No matter how severe the punishment dished out by Brock, Eugene found himself too afraid to ever report the man. If this was what he was willing to do just for fun, the concept of what Brock could do to him with motive was incredibly worrisome. In fact, there had been many instances where Eugene’s nightmares were solely focused around this concept, where the hunky football player mercilessly beat up Eugene and hurled countless insults his way.
Although there was usually no way to escape his torment from Brock, Eugene’s luck finally began to turn around one day. After accidentally bumping into Brock upon making his way out of the Chemistry lab, Eugene instantly found himself in the man’s clutches and dangling several inches off the ground. However, just as he was mentally preparing for a punch to the face, Eugene found salvation in the form of a mysterious long-haired man on the campus that called out the brute. Whether the man was a friend of Brock’s or not made no difference for Eugene though, as he used the opportunity to weasel his way out of his shirt and flee across campus towards safety.
Even though there was continued ridicule from other classmates due to his pale and weak torso, Eugene found it to be the lesser of two evils in comparison to some physical ridicule. Despite not knowing what had caused him to be Brock’s primary target, the nerd had adopted a defeatist attitude and didn’t see any way to put an end to the jock’s unprovoked abuse of him. In many ways, it felt like he was still in high school with the torment he received, but things with Brock were somehow even worse.
After returning to his apartment and grabbing a replacement shirt, Eugene hurried across campus to get back to the library. He and his friends were doing a study session before a physics exam the next day, and although he was quite the intelligent man, physics was his absolute kryptonite.
So, after a two-hour session of Eugene trying his best to fully grasp everything on his study guide, the nerd and his friends finally packed up their bags and began to depart from the library. While all of his friends had various plans for the remainder of their night, Eugene had nothing going on and thus found himself trailing behind them as they all dispersed to go towards their various events. As he traversed down the staircase of the library and began to walk across campus towards his place, a loud voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Hey dude, stop right there!” The voice’s deep masculine tone immediately made Eugene think of Brock and tense up, but when he hesitantly turned to look towards the source of the voice, he was pleasantly surprised. Instead of his tormentor, it was actually the long-haired guy who had saved him from Brock just a few hours earlier.
“Oh, uh, hello there,” Eugene said, his nerves already getting the best of him as he was forced to be sociable once again. Looking the man up and down, Eugene took note of the man’s smaller physique, ultimately realizing that the man posed no real physical threat to him given his smaller yet slightly muscular frame.
“Hey there,” the man said, flashing a smile as he looked Eugene up and down. “Are you doing ok? That guy from earlier seemed like he was going to do something to you…”
“U-Uh,” Eugene said, himself growing shocked that the man seemingly both remembered who he was and also seemed to care about his well-being. “I’m doing okay I think,” the nerd stated, although the slight wavering of his voice proved that Eugene’s statement wasn’t entirely true. “But uh, thanks for helping. Brock always does stuff like that so escaping unscathed for once was nice…” he continued, trying his best to divert his gaze away from the helpful stranger.
While this was mainly due to his social anxiety, it also didn’t help that Eugene found himself immediately swooning over the man. The man, who soon introduced himself as Logan, had a luscious mane of brown hair that ran past his shoulders, which Eugene found himself imagining running his fingers through it. Although the vision of his pale and gangly fingers running through the darker head of hair wasn’t the most appealing sight in Eugene’s mind, this soon mattered little as he couldn’t help but visualize passionately making out with the man while doing so.
In fact, these fantasies began to grow more and more prominent (and explicit) in Eugene’s mind as he continued to watch the man speak, caring little for the words he spoke as he focused more so on the movement of his lips and just how badly he wished to put his own against them.
“So, would you be willing to do it with me?” Logan inquired, his pearly white smile on full display as he looked eagerly into Eugene’s eyes.
As he quickly broke himself out of these sexual fantasies in his mind, Eugene immediately began to scold himself for not listening to what Logan had said. He didn’t want to ask for him to repeat, especially since that risked him thinking that Eugene didn’t care about what he said!
“Uh, so… could you uh, walk me through the plan again?” Eugene said, trying his best to save himself by getting a refresher without making it seem as though he totally wasn’t paying attention to what the man said.
“Well, I have this project that I need some assistance for,” Logan began, ”And I think you would be perfect for it!” Upon seeing Eugene’s raised eyebrows, Logan took the hint and began to continue speaking. “So, it would involve a visual component where you’d put on an outfit, we would just need to head back to the studio headquarters where I work at. What do you say?”
Although the concept of working with Logan seemed to be a dream come true in terms of spending more time with the man, Eugene found his guard immediately going up upon the mention of being photographed or recorded. Just the concept of having to deal with that was enough to give him intense full body shivers!
“Uh, I don’t really know Logan. I’m not great in front of a camera, especially if you’re wanting someone to model an outfit for you…” Eugene began, but he was unable to finish his sentence as Logan immediately cut him off and spoke once more.
“Don’t worry, I think this will be something that you’d be up to. You’ve heard of cosplay right?” Logan said, offering a slight smile when Eugene began to cautiously nod. “Well, this is a cosplay shoot! I’d pay you $400 for just a few hours of work. All you’ve got to do is wear one of the cosplay costumes provided by my company. What do you say to that?”
Although Eugene was an anxious disaster, his heartbeat began to rapidly increase at the mention of cosplay. For years, he had always dreamed of going to a comic book convention decked out in a homemade yet expensive cosplay outfit, but his social anxiety and body image issues always squashed those plans. But with this opportunity, Eugene was more intrigued by it due to the concept of it being a free cosplay outfit along with a semi-private event where he would seemingly only be wearing it around Logan for his project. Just the thought of both the intimacy of being one-on-one with Logan along with the erotic nature of being decked out in a superhero suit left his thin and short cock to harden at a record-breaking pace for the nerd. As a result, the answer was a no brainer: “I would loveto!”
For several minutes then, the two men began to iron out the details for their work together. Given his lack of a car and funds to afford a Lyft to the studio, Eugene was forced to ask for a ride from Logan given the fact that the studio was seemingly on the outskirts of town. Luckily, Logan had no problem with the situation, smiling while stating that it would be a great opportunity to know more about his “muse”. Just the smooth and silky way in which he said muse was enough to get Eugene struggling to contain his emotions, as the declaration immediately came across as flirtatious.
Trying his best to remain calm, Eugene attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere by talking about their favorite superheroes as they made their way towards Logan’s parked car. While Eugene was a big fan of Spider-Man (mainly due to the fact that Peter Parker was a nerd like him), Logan couldn’t help but give the highest of praises towards Superman. After being interrogated further by Eugene as to why he liked Superman, Logan matter-of-factly began to tell the nerd it was due to the fact that he was incredibly sexy due to being so buff. While the reasoning was justified and he agreed for the most part, Eugene couldn’t help but allow his smile falter as he realized this probably meant that his lanky self was certainly not Logan’s ideal type of man.
Throughout the drive towards the location as he sat silently in sadness, Eugene felt no real concern or anxiety. Logan’s inviting eyes and wide smile were great at calming down the antsy nerd, but as they finally arrived, this began to change. As he opened the door and followed behind Logan, Eugene was concerned by the fact that they were on the outskirts of town and also at a huge yet scary-looking building. Was it possible that there was someone on the other side of the door looking to grab me? Were Logan’s intentions not as pure as I had believed? No matter how many questions he found himself thinking about, Eugene refused to let his mind spiral any further as he grabbed onto the door and followed Logan inside.
To his relief, a quick flick of a light helped calm Eugene’s anxieties as a rather lavish looking studio revealed itself to him. Not only was the space fully furnished with nice leather chairs and various dressing rooms along the sides of the building, but the studio also had a nice-looking front desk that Eugene soon found himself leaning against.
“Stay right there, let me go grab the costumes!” Logan said with a kind smile, setting his camera case onto the desk’s swirled marble countertop while quickly breaking into a quick jog past Eugene and into the darkness beyond. As Eugene cautiously waited, the nerd found himself attempting to calm himself down by tapping his foot against the side of the desk while looking around the studio to take in the view.
As footsteps suddenly began to grow louder and louder, Eugene diverted his attention towards the dark abyss and watched as Logan quickly re-emerged, now with two tote bags in tow. Upon dropping both of them onto the table, the man took a moment to peek inside each bag before handing one to Eugene and putting the other one underneath the desk.
“Well, here’s your costume for the shoot. I think you’re gonna look great in it…” Logan said, his voice trailing off as a slight smirk emerged on his face. While there was a certain level of mystery surrounding the statement, Eugene’s frantic heart was pacing at lightspeed as he interpreted the interaction as just some extreme flirting. While it was true that Logan was flirting with Eugene, it was more in the sense of who he wouldbecome rather than who he was currently…
But Eugene had no idea of Logan’s true intentions, so his continued swooning just allowed himself to be blissfully escorted into the darkness towards a room marked Dressing Room #1. Upon entering the room and turning to close the door, the last thing Eugene saw was Logan’s inviting and wide grin before fully separating himself into the tiny room.
After taking a moment to calm down the wild butterflies running rampant in his stomach, Eugene slugged the hefty bag gifted to him onto a nearby couch. With intense intrigue, the man slowly began to unzip the bag to reveal the superhero he had been chosen to portray by Logan. As the red and yellow diamond-shaped emblem proudly revealed itself to Eugene, the nerd couldn’t help but grow confused. Superman was an absolutely huge and bulky hero, something that Eugene was most certainly not! Out of all of the superheroes possible, he was more of a nerdy Peter Parker type than a brutish man of mystery like Clark Kent! This fear and anxiety about portraying such an intimidating hero only grew as Eugene pulled out the rolled-up costume and let it unfurl down towards the ground. At a height of 5’5” and not even 100 lbs when wet, this costume absolutely dwarfed the nerd in every possible way. The sizing was all wrong (despite the tag saying that one size fits all), so much so the nerd knew that the costume would barely be able to stay on his weak body even if it was zipped up all of the way!
As he laid the costume across the couch and looked down at it, Eugene suddenly found himself growing increasingly more confused and anxious. Should I just put it on or should I just find a way to sneak out and take a taxi back to my apartment? What if I put it on and Logan laughs at me due to me being so weak? As much as it was rather tame in terms of the torment he’s received at college, it would be absolutely heartbreaking to the man to watch his new crush laugh at him just like Brock and every other person on campus did.
However, no matter how badly his self-doubts and anxieties desired for him to flee and save himself from what seemed like certain embarrassment, Eugene knew in his heart that there was no real reason to pass up the opportunity. Logan seemed like a nice guy based on how he had saved him from Brock’s torment, so Eugene couldn’t believe that the man would willingly give him a costume for future ridicule. Plus, as a broke college student (on-campus tutoring didn’t pay as much as it should), he knew that the pay was too good to pass up. Hell, with that amount of money, he couldn’t help but eagerly visualize himself using the funds to help him make his own higher-quality cosplay outfit.
So, with his mind now made up, Eugene forced himself to calm his shaky hands down as he removed his clothes and let them fall to the floor in a small heap. After struggling a bit in search of getting a firm grasp, the nerd finally was able to pull down the zipper of the Superman costume and begin to step inside of it. As expected, the suit was quite roomy for the young man’s frail and weak body, with his legs immediately looking extremely malnourished by the way the fabric sagged and struggled to showcase any semblance of leg definition.
Despite this depressing sight though, Eugene encouraged himself to keep going as he pulled the suit up past his pale and undefined torso and slid his arms into each sleeve of the light blue suit. Although he was all of the way into the suit and just needed to zip it up, Eugene was absolutely disappointed by the sight before him. His body was clearly not meant for such an oversized suit, as every inch of his body failed to properly display the level of strength and bulk required for such an iconic hero. The sleeves were oversized and running past his spindly hands and his lackluster chest had caused the proud symbol of the hero to be drooping downwards and all wrinkled up due to no bulk to proudly stretch out and display the red and yellow S symbol.
Although the sight was depressing to witness, it made Eugene become quite determined to get this shoot over with so he could just get paid and leave as soon as possible. So, as he used one hand to hold up the oversized cape that was grouping up onto the ground due to his shorter stature, the nerd used the other hand to quickly pull up the zipper until it was all of the way up to his lower neck.
As he took a moment to move across the room to look directly at the full-length mirror on one side of the dressing room, Eugene suddenly found himself growing aware of multiple emotions and sensations emerging within him. Firstly, the full look at himself in the outfit immediately began to cause the man to grow annoyed and incredibly self-conscious as he looked so bad within it. Although he knew that he didn’t look good in the costume while putting it on, the complete visual left him feeling even more embarrassed and anxious. Just as his cheeks began to redden in response and a heat reminiscent of a panic attack began to emerge across his body, these sensations were then expanded upon via the sudden appearance of peculiar tingling throughout his body.
Closing his eyes while attempting to calm himself down, Eugene made himself oblivious to the beginning changes emerging across his entire body. Starting in the weakest area, the changes first began with Eugene’s frail twig-like arms as they quickly were altered by the costume. After a few minutes of closing his eyes and doing one of his many relaxation techniques, Eugene’s arms had been completely reformed to extreme levels. His forearms were thicker than his thighs, with this section of the arm being stacked with more intensity via the inflated upper arms he now possessed. As thick muscle continued to manifest and fill in the loose sleeves of the costume, Eugene was gifted a set of impressive biceps and triceps. By this point, the sleeves of the costume now seemed to be glued to the nerd’s new arms as it easily displayed every vein and striated muscle.
After taking a moment to calm himself down, Eugene found himself with two strange sensations. Firstly, his arms seemed strangely heavy, but secondly, that intense heat and tingling he felt was still around him despite his now-grounded mental state. While he couldn’t understand why this heat and tingling was still so prominent, Eugene quickly found out the answer to the first sensation as soon as he looked into the mirror and saw the impressive arms and boulder shoulders he now possessed!
“H-holy shit!” Eugene said, his voice cracking as he struggling to comprehend what was happening to him. In just a few minutes, he had suddenly manifested arm muscles faster than scientifically possible. Given his status as a science nerd, his brain attempted to find some sort of rational explanation for what was occurring to him, but that search quickly came up empty. In fact, as he continued to look into the mirror, he realized that he was still continuing to change!
Although his arms were quite impressive in terms of size, they looked quite off-putting to Eugene as they slumped down to the ground as if he was a mid-stage Neanderthal. But just as he began to visualize himself in such a physical state, Eugene’s body was forced to undergo further changes as his torso began to reform. Like two balloons being filled, the nerd was absolutely stunned to watch as his chest began to puff out and bring with it a set of pecs.
It was eerie to feel the muscle just manifest underneath the costume as it resembled warm water running beneath the skin and pooling in his chest, but Eugene soon found himself accepting the situation rather quickly. As his torso continued to widen as his pecs finished reaching their maximum capacity, a wide smile emerged on Eugene’s face as the Superman logo was now proudly displayed between two hefty pecs. It was as if Eugene was having his own real life superhero origin story!
As he looked down at the thick torso he now possessed, Eugene couldn’t help but chuckle loudly as he watched each abdominal muscle emerge over his formerly taut stomach and jut out against the fabric of the costume. Taking a moment to move his hands towards the shocking new muscles he possessed, he found enjoyment as his fingers traveled along the ridges of his new six-pack. While he was doing this, Eugene was oblivious to the fact that his hands had also shifted as well. Instead of spindly and dainty fingers, his hands and fingers had thickened dramatically while also gaining a more rugged and callused appearance. While Eugene would have no idea as to why his hands would look like this, it would soon become clear with time as being due to his new body’s intense gym routines to help maintain this new impressive form.
By the time he finally took a moment to look at himself in the mirror again, the suit was now skin-tight against his upper torso and the changes had begun to move towards his legs and feet. While he could feel his thighs beginning to expand in muscle while his calves thickened up to impressive levels, Eugene was still preoccupied with checking out the changes to his top half. It was initially difficult for the man to believe that he was now in control of such bulky muscle, but no matter how hard he pinched his beefy biceps, expecting to snap out of his daydream at any moment, it became increasingly difficult for him to deny a simple truth: he really was this buff now!
Through some trial and error, Eugene’s experiment in operating his new bulk was ultimately a success as he eventually found himself able to do a few movements that caused his muscles to flex under his command. It was peculiar to lift his arms and watch his biceps tense up and appear even thicker than previously! He had learned much about the various muscle groups in the multiple anatomy courses he took in school, but to actually have such an impeccable physique was mind-boggling to the nerd.
After finally figuring out how to flex his arms and pop his pecs, Eugene diverted his attention towards his legs as he tried to tense the muscle to see the result. His attempts proved to be fruitful after a few attempts, as intense musculature was displayed throughout both his tensed thighs and calves. Although he couldn’t really notice it, the shift in his legs had also brought forth several inches of height to the young man, as he went from 5’6” to 6’3”. With such a bulky physique and impressive height, Eugene felt himself growing more and more relieved as he stared at himself in the mirror. Although he was still the anxious man deep inside, the new physique he possessed clearly would make it so no one would ever mess with him again!
Although he tried to focus once again on popping his pecs for his own amusement, his attention quickly was diverted elsewhere as he felt the tingling heat centralizing on his crotch and waistline. Even though he couldn’t see his own physical body undergoing the transformation, its presence was still made clear to Eugene as he watched multiple changes bulk out against the already-tight Superman costume.
As a bottom, Eugene didn’t have much experience with using his manhood with another individual, but even he knew that something impressive was emerging underneath the suit as a thick and long outline began to press forth from beneath it. The thick and rock-hard cock he was suddenly manifesting was continuing to snake up towards his belly button, which meant that Eugene got an up-close-and-center view of the change as he stared at his reflection. Although he previously didn’t really know just how unimpressive his original 4” member was, it was made abundantly clear to the man as he found himself now packing a firm and girthy 8” dick. But despite this new increase in manhood, his perpetual mindset of being a bottom left him only visualizing putting the extra inches to work when he jerked himself off.
On the opposite side of his body, Eugene’s ass was undergoing an impressive change. The formerly bony and flat-as-a-board derriere was quickly inflating as a healthy mix of both flab and muscle expanded his cheeks. Turning towards the side and moving the cape to the side, the bottom within Eugene found himself amused and happy to see just how big and perky his ass now was. Although the man was still curious for answers and to know what happened to him, he couldn’t deny that he was extremely happy with the results of the change!
Turning his body back towards the mirror so he faced it head-on, Eugene took a moment to continue to stare at himself as he believed that the changes had finished up. But as a shock to the nerd, it quickly became clear that the changes weren’t finished yet as a few sudden hot spots began to emerge on his forearms, chest, and face. Unsure of what was going on, Eugene leaned closer into the mirror to get an up-close look at what was happening to him as soon as it began. With just a few blinks of an eye, Eugene found himself dropping his jaw in awe as he could see his facial features begin to shift and change piece-by-piece.
While the thickening of his eyebrows and the emergence of bushy facial hair was a surprise by itself, Eugene was even more shocked to watch as his various acne scars began to immediately clear up to provide him with perfect skin. Even though his features were changing to give him a completely new face, Eugene wasn’t complaining about the various cosmetic updates he was receiving. With each passing second, he was looking more and more like a superhero ripped right out of the pages of his favorite comic books!
Continuing to admire his still-shifting face as he became a bonafide hunk, those various other hotspots of tingling were quickly tidied up via the sudden emergence of multiple tattoos. Underneath the costume, one of his pecs was adorned with a tattoo, but the most prominent cosmetic addition appeared via ink that traveled from Eugene’s hand up to the top of his lower arm. The half-sleeve provided an interesting pattern of ink on Eugene’s arm, but as he continued to look at it while finally checking out the brand new him, he found himself quickly accepting it. Tattoos could be viewed as cute or adorable for some people, but for Eugene as he put his hands on his hips and stared at his reflection, he felt that the new ink only emphasized the fact that his new exterior was even more of an intimidating badass!
Eager to both understand what happened to him as well as showing off his transformation to Logan, the newly buff nerd made a quick exit from his room and through the darkness towards the front desk area. However, just as he began to make his way into the fully lit area, he stopped himself as an all too familiar voice began to echo within the spacious studio.
“What the fuck dude, why did you give me some sort of superhero costume?” the disembodied voice said, instantly making Eugene physically cringe as he heard his bully Brock angrily yell at presumably Logan. Even though his body had clearly changed to monumental extremes, Eugene’s mentality as an anxious nerd remained consistent as he felt too afraid to step forth from the shadows and stand up for Logan.
However, to Eugene’s surprise, it soon became clear that Logan needed no real help from him, as he was able to easily put Brock into his place by stating that he would get no money if he didn’t put the costume on. As he continued to sit there in the shadows lurking, Eugene found himself getting turned on by Logan’s tenacity against Brock’s cocky attitude. Not even paying attention to his actions, Eugene’s hand began to slide down his torso before slowly grabbing onto his thick rod of manhood and slowly stroking it.
As he continued to do so though, the disconnect between mind and body began to lessen via some mental changes. First to go was Eugene’s anxiety, instead giving him a personality with a confidence that allowed him to always be sure of himself regardless of anything he was attempting to do. Next, an insatiable sexual lust began to emerge within the man’s psyche, making him increasingly more turned on by both his own physique and the physiques of the other two men in the studio. As he found himself watching Brock turn away and head into a nearby dressing room, this admiration soon gave way towards sizing the man up. While doing this and comparing between each of their muscles, Eugene’s ego became extremely inflated to the point where he felt like he was a god amongst peasants.
Yet despite all of these various changes, the nerd remained crystal clear about both who he was and who he had once been. He remembered graduating as valedictorian of his high school, being incredibly shy and bashful, constantly being bullied by both high school jocks and college assholes like Brock, and even his first kiss in college with a man during a DnD party that soon turned into a rousing game of truth or dare.
While he continued to massage his throbbing crotch, the man found himself consistently edging himself as he awaited for Brock to reappear. As if on cue, Brock could only watch in amusement as a man bounded out of the same dressing room that Brock had entered in a fury. However, this version of Brock yelling at Logan was quite different from how the man who used to bully Eugene consistently, as he had seemingly been stripped of all of his muscle and replaced with a frail and twinky physique.
Eager to get a closer look, Eugene walked in a cocky stride around the outer edges of the studio towards the back of the transformed man, his steps remaining soft as if he was a predator stalking his prey. This prey was extremely appetizing towards the new bodybuilder-sized hunk though, as he couldn’t help but notice the insanely-sized bubble butt bulging against the Spider-Man suit that Brock was now sporting. With his small frame and pumped up ass, Brock seemed like an absolute wet dream for the new Eugene. He wanted so badly to dominate someone, someone who would do anything to admire his impressive muscles, someone that wouldn’t mind being fucked senseless…
Still silently approaching from behind, the intelligent brain within his mind soon began trying to sort out the meaning of the transformations. Clearly, Logan worked for some sort of studio, but what kind of studio would involve a gorgeous twink and a ruggedly handsome bodybuilder like him? The size difference between them was familiar as it reminded him of some content he used to watch alone in his dorm room at night. While thinking more about these various facts, the reality of the situation quickly began to dawn on the transformed nerd as he made a mental note of his increased sexual desires… Logan was a sex film director!
While he himself wasn’t quite too sure how to feel about being a starring figure in one, those thoughts were pushed aside as he finally snuck up behind Brock and allowed his giant shadow to be cast over him. As he looked up at Logan and gave a knowing wink, Eugene tried his best to form an intimidating view for the down-on-his-knees man by tensing his leg muscles and looking down with an intimidating stare.
“Aw fuck…” the twunk cried out, providing amusement for Eugene as he watched the straight man look down and stare at the manhood tenting against the confines of his Spidey suit.
Clearly, Brock isn’t as straight as he used to be, Eugene thought to himself, smirking as began to toy with the man’s confused sexuality even further. Using his previous crash course of learning how such bulky muscles operate, the gorgeous bodybuilder began to put on an impressive show for the new Brock. With each caress of a hand along his still-firm manhood, pop of a pec, and tense of an arm muscle, Eugene sent the twinkified man into a mental sexual frenzy as new desires and compulsions began to emerge. As the former football player continued to look up with wide eyes and agape mouth, it quickly became clear that the man was the submissive man Eugene had been looking for.
Circling back towards what Brock had said upon first seeing him, the cockiness of Eugene’s new ego began to immediately infiltrate the nerd’s speech. “Hehe, yeah bro, that’s the whole point… so let’s get to it!” he responded, flashing a wink towards the shaking twunk and immediately scooping him into his wide arms. The concept of dominating a man weaker than him was already an incredible turn-on to Eugene, but as he continued to walk towards a well-lit area deeper in the studio, he knew that it was going to be even hotter dominating his former bully! As he looked down at the man draped in his arms, the look on Brock’s gorgeous face only further emphasized how much he himself was into the idea as well.
As Logan followed in with a handheld camera, the two transformed men wasted no time jumping right into the recording process. With his deep baritone voice, Eugene was able to easily command Brock to do anything he desired. Throughout the hour and a half, Brock found himself eagerly embracing the concept of becoming submissive with each passing demand from Eugene. While Eugene had quickly figured out the fact that the twunk was really his college bully, Brock had no reason to assume that the bonafide stud commanding him around used to be a weak and helpless nerd. With intense desires for domination, humiliation, and revenge, Eugene felt no desire to reveal his true identity to the horny twunk even as they proceeded to remove their suits and get into the more sexual aspects of the shoot.
In fact, as soon as each man had removed their suits, the twinkified former athlete had wasted no time jumping onto the bed and presenting his ass to his bulky co-star. With his lustful desires reaching a peak, Eugene found himself eager to oblige with the man’s pleas for a “rough fucking” just so he could finally cum. After pulling on a condom, the man wasted no time giving Brock his thick rod of justice.
But as each man found themselves reaching climax, one final mental change began to afflict them. As each drop of cum shot out of their dicks, their original personalities began to completely dissolve away and be replaced with something new. Upon pulling his cock out of the twunk’s ass, the man formerly known as a nerd named Eugene had been replaced with Hugh the aspiring bodybuilder. While this was a more fitting name and life for a man of such strength, this caused some extreme changes for the former nerd. Firstly, the man lost a large chunk of his intelligence, as history was rewritten where Hugh had dropped out of school at 15 to dedicate himself entirely to a career in bodybuilding. So instead of calculus problems and chemistry equations, the man’s mind was now filled with essential bodybuilding information.
Unlike the impressive salary that Eugene would have gained for his career in the science field post-graduation, Hugh lived a life that was comfortable but would never reach the levels of salary previously planned for. As a professional bodybuilder, he had made a killing through personal training programs and merchandise deals, but on the occasional month in which he was low on income, he would take part on the one-off erotic film shoot to make ends meet. Although he himself wasn’t a gay man, the studio he worked for payed a hefty bonus for any man willing to be “gay for pay”. So, when the opportunity presented itself to allow himself to make even more money, Hugh couldn’t say no towards the shoot. While he wasn’t attracted whatsoever to the faggy little man he had just shot his scene with, his physique was small enough for Hugh to imagine himself topping one of the girls at the gym who were constantly trying to get in his pants. After finishing cleaning himself up and pulling back on the suit, Hugh lumbered over towards the long-haired film director and collected a huge wad of cash before continuing on his way out of the studio to do yet another late-night gym session and reaffirm his heterosexuality with some of his favorite girls…
By the time Hugh had exited out of the studio, Brock himself had also undergone his final transformation. Instead of remembering a life as a straight jock who bullied nerds, memories of living life as Brodie were all that came to mind. Unlike Brock, Brodie wasn’t into sports, instead doing the occasional gym workout to maintain a nice physique for dates. Instead of a straight man, this new life had Brodie be a loud and proud gay man who always was trying to make a statement via his clothing choices or through his various speeches at college-wide events as he rallied for inclusivity for people of every nationality, gender, or sexual preference. Instead of countless football plays and statistics, his mind expanded greatly to turn him into quite the intelligent fellow. He was easily in the top 10 of his college class and thus wasn’t afraid of being cocky in the classroom.
But while he was an absolute intimidating force of nature when it came time to making a statement either in class or on campus, the man was completely submissive when it involved sexual interactions. As a result, he was often ridiculed for being a total bottom by straight douchebag football jocks (not too different from who he used to be), but the man paid little attention to such foolishness. He was a strong supporter of sexual liberation, so he felt no shame for expressing himself and knowing what he wanted. This mentality was what had caused him to sign up for erotic film shoots after bumping into Logan one day while crossing campus. For over a year now, they had created a profitable partnership that left Logan and the studio overjoyed and Brodie completely satisfied. In fact, as he cleaned himself up and began to make his way over towards Logan, a sly grin manifested onto his face as he leaned in and whispered into Logan’s ear.
“When can we film together again? Hugh was great, but I’m still in the mood for more!”
As Logan turned to Brodie and gave him a knowing glance, the twunk was overjoyed. Looking down to see Logan’s own manhood beginning to bulge out, Brodie couldn’t help licking his lips as he fell back onto the bed and began to feel his already rock-hard manhood. Continuing to watch as Logan began to undress and make his way over to the bed, Brodie found himself having an interesting thought. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince Logan to let him set up the camera so they could record their own film…
What an amazing follow up! loved the sexuality change twist at the end that really was genius
Rodney has it all. He’s hot, talented, fit, straight, white & male - he’s the one that has every opportunity and advantage imaginable. Unfortunately, having it all means he also has weirdos and stalkers too. he doesn’t mind it if it’s a hot lady but he wants nothing to do with the gays who lust over him. The worst of them all is Jason, a science major who has stolen his clothes from his locker more than once. After catching him in the act recently, he decided to teach him a lesson. He went to a shady witchcraft to have a set of his clothes cursed and then left them in his locker and waited for Jason to try and steal them.
It was 3 days later that Jason decided to pull his stealing stunt again but this time he had a little surprise in store for him. At first, it was just sniffing and licking Rodney’s jockstrap but then Rodney saw Jason from his hiding spot be overcome with an intense need to wear the clothes. He stripped and put the jock on and when he did he noticed he had grown significantly down there to fit the jockstrap but instead of taking it off and being freaked out, he for some reason found it so hot instead and started putting the rest on as well and with each new piece of the football uniform he put on not only did his body swell and grow with it, but he also changed mentally.
He now no longer was Jason, the short, skinny, dweeby science nerd, but he was now Jack, the brother of Rodney. His memories of science fairs and stalking Rodney changed into playing ball with his bro and hunting for some bitches to fuck. He heard Rodney shout out to him and telling him to hurry up or else he’d keep all the pussy for himself. Jack quickly got into a set of identical clothes to his bro but white instead left in the locker and headed out with his bro.
Danny always hated his father. He was verbally and physically abusive because he wanted Danny to be what he envisioned: Straight, Christian and for him to take over the construction business after he passed on. Danny, upon turning 18, left his home and refused to have anything do so with his dad. He started to make a life and name for himself from his pottery.
One day, he received a call from an unknown number and answered. He was notified of his fathers passing and that he needs to come in to the office for the reading of the will. Begrudgingly, he decided he might as well go and get it over with so it’ll just be done with already. He was told that his dad was giving everything to him - the house, car, business, money, etc. but only if he signed a contract he had made.
Danny didn’t care what the contract said or did - he just wanted to get it over with so he signed it without a care in the world. What he is know is that his dad had a witch cast magic upon this contract so that whoever signed this would become as the contract dictated. So, when Danny signed it, he started to change immediately.
His clothes changed to a construction workers and they grew bigger as his body’s muscles grew bigger. His mind was also being attacked with new memories of now having a wife and 2 newborn sons, going to church every day Sunday, doing manly things like fishing and playing sports, working for his father at his construction company, his liberal views changing to conservative, as well as sending any extra unneeded money to anti-lgbt companies. His hair changed from a colorfully dyed blue shoulder length to a very short brown and he started to stink a little from not having showered from having worked earlier.
After Daniel’s transformation finished, he finished business then went back to his apartment to move his and his wife’s things into the house he was raised in and was settling down in his new home to raise his sons the same way as his father did raise him.
Martin is bullied daily by the Jocks for being a gay nerd who got straight A’s. He’d be locked in a locker, the bullies beat him up off campus to avoid getting in trouble and the jocks would force him to do all their work for them. Despite being bullied and beaten up, there was one that he was obsessed over and couldn’t stop touching himself to, named Tyler.
One thing he would always do is at least once a week sneak into the locker room late at night after breaking in and he would sniff and smell Tyler’s football outfit and would masturbate while wearing it. He thought he could get away with it without anyone catching him doing so, but the jocks found out about his antics and decided to give him a little surprise.
They decided to take a spare unused uniform and use a concoction the coach make for them using their sweat and cum on the uniform. When Martin next came to get off while wearing Tyler’s uniform, he saw this new one instead of the usual. He thought it was odd but since it’s in Tyler’s locker, surely it’s his right? so he sniffed and smelled and something different happened then his usual dick throbbing to the scent. This time, he felt his mind go blank for a second there.
It scared him a little for that to happen but he couldn’t help but to keep smelling it. The more he sniffed and smelled it, the more dumb he got, but he didn’t notice this or care because this uniform was driving him crazy. He felt the urge to put it on and so he put it on. The second he put it on, he felt himself growing is height and weight as his muscles grew and he was becoming more masculine. he snapped out of it for a second and rushed over to the mirror and was shocked at what he saw reflecting back at him and tried to take the uniform off but he was overpowered by the urge - the need to put the last piece of gear on, the helmet.
He couldn’t stop himself from putting the helmet on and when he did, he felt his mind slipping from his. His memories of getting A’s turned into getting C’s and D’s, bullying nerds into doing his work when his grades got too low, fucking tons on chicks, kicking the asses of fags, playing football and hanging with his bros. After the changes finished and his mind was completely changed to fit his new body. Max looked at his sexy self in the mirror, not releasing because of the changes that his uniform which was nameless before now said his name on it and that his previously dark brown hair was now a dirty blonde color.
The only things Max cared about now were football, pussy, his bros and beating up and bullying the gays and nerds.
When I wished that my boyfriend and I would become closer, this wasn’t what I was expecting. The lockdown had affected everyone differently, but it had caused my boyfriend and I to argue a lot more and we had become more and more distant from each other. It just wanted things to go back to how they were when we had first met and couldn’t leave each others side.
As soon as I made the wish I felt as though I was falling and I hit the ground with a loud thud. I let out a groan as I opened my eyes and saw I was now laying on what seemed like a gym mat. “Bro! Are you ok?” said someone that sounded like my boyfriend, but my boyfriend would never say ‘bro’. As I lifted myself up I looked at my arms in confusion, I didn’t have this much muscle.
Getting to my feet I looked down at my body in confusion, why was I wearing a singlet, or more importantly why were my muscles so big? Reaching up to my face I was even more confused as I felt my face now covered in stubble.
“Bro!” I felt someone shove me slightly, I looked up and was even more confused, the person in front of me looked like my boyfriend, but different. He was also wearing a singlet, his muscles were now much bigger, which was confusing as he used to be a skinny twink, and he had a cocky smirk on his face.
The more I looked at him the more I got confused and my mind went fuzzy. He wasn’t my boyfriend, he couldn’t be, I wasn’t even gay, neither was he. We were both straight as an arrow, I mean sure we fooled around a bit in college, but the most it got to was jacking off together in college while watching porn. We were both total frat boys, drinking every night and trying to get any girl we could to sleep with us.
“Sorry bro” I said shaking my head as I looked at my best bro, “lets get back to practice”.
