“Please,” Jordan groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure, “Please make it stop.”

“It’s almost done,” I assured him. The last bits of stubble prickled out across his jawline, and across his broadening chest. His body settled into its final shape, leaving him with a thoroughly masculine physique that was almost too sexy to be true.

“Why did you do this to me? Who am I?”

“You’re my Uncle Mike,” I explained, “I always thought he was hot, but I could never do anything about it. But now that you’re him, you’re going to let me do whatever I want with that sexy body.”

“No, I won’t,” Jordan said. He was surprisingly defiant. I hoped that the spell had really worked the way that it was supposed to. “Please. Turn me back.”

“Let’s try this again,” I said, “You’re going to let me do whatever I want with that sexy body, Uncle Mike.”

Ah, that was the trigger. He had to be called “Uncle Mike.” Just like that, I saw the switch flip in his mind. The desperate, pleading look he had on his face totally disappeared, replaced with the same friendly grin that my Uncle Mike usually wore.

“Hey, buddy!” he said in exactly the right way, “What am I doing here? Why don’t I have any clothes on?”

“You were just about to let me suck your dick, Uncle Mike,” I said.

“I was?”

“Yeah,” I said, licking my lips, “You were going to let me suck that huge, juicy dick, and then let me taste your cum.”

“Oh!” He said not only as if he was just suddenly remembering it, but also as if it was completely normal for his nephew to be coming onto him so shamelessly. “Well then, come on over here, buddy. Don’t wanna keep my favorite nephew waiting.”

He placed his hands on his hips and presented his cock to me with a smile. I was instantly on my knees with my lips eagerly wrapped around it. It was just as delicious as I always imagined it to be. The only thing that made it better was knowing he’d be the one sucking me off next.

In the past, he’s just a regular guy who dressed up like one of the street wear OOTD guy, many of them just wanted to look cool and rich.

I feel so much sympathy for guys like that, so when I saw him took a pose for his Instagram, I tried to talk to him. His name is Alex, he’s just graduated from Yale (what a surprise), he didn’t get any job, so he got money from advertising on his social media. I offered him a job that he’ll be a model, of course he’s interested. What he didn’t know was I already hypnotize him to agree with everything that I said to him. So when I told him to strip any of his past life, he agreed. Over the past few months, I suggested him every single things that he thought was gay enough for him. I gave him makeover such as gave him gym membership, tighter and see-through clothes, colorful briefs and jockstraps. When the time he already had big pecs and butts, I gave him nipple ring.

Nowadays, he takes photos like a slut and I’m pretty sure he’s now.

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This is my friend, Erik. Well, he’s your typical cute guy, kinda nerdy, and very funny. He’s my best friend and we always hangout together. But, after summer holiday, everything changed. It was all started when he went to the beach with his family. It was quite an unusual trip because he only went there with the male member of the family. None of the female joined the trip, not even his mother. I decided to not bothered him during his family time but several days later, he posted a pic in his Instagram and I was shocked.

As I remembered clearly, he has no definition at all. He’s pale and scrawny but then after several days in the beach and he has transformed this much? There must be something weird about all of it. So I decided to texted him but he didn’t reply. He didn’t even answer my phone call.     

After summer’s break, I confronted him right to his house after school. His mother let me went straight to his room and then I saw him lifting barbells while stared at himself in the mirror, headphone plugged on. He saw my reflection from the mirror and then he looked at me and said"Hey bro"What the heck? His voice also changed, becoming deeper, manlier, and somehow, a little bit authoritative.“What happened to you? You changed a lot?”“Well, lot of practice. As that wise man said, practice makes perfect” he said to me, chuckled and well practically, ignoring my presenceI grabbed him by the shoulder and then said to him"Could you stop? Seriously, what happened to you? You the one who said that working out it’s such a waste of time and it’s tiring and disgusting, making your body sweat like crazy, but now, look at you, snapback on, shirtless, sport shorts that I remembered you never even have, and you are sweaty as fuck"“Did I said that? Not remembered it at all. Why should I hate working out if it can give me this?” he said, flexing his biceps and taunting me I stunned. He’s a totally different version of Erik. Well, he looked hotter, but he became such a douchebag and probably, not as smart as before. Then he said again"Sorry bro, I’m busy now, so could you just leave? I’ve some more reps to do before we can talk"“I’ll wait for you here”“What the fuck? No, get out from here, fag,“I cried all in a sudden. What happen to my best friend? I ran out from his room, straight to the front door and leave.     Since that, I never talked to him. But one day, my Physics teacher made a group of two for a project and he paired me with Erik. We decided to worked the project in his house and that’s when I knew the reason why he changed a lot. I used his bathroom while he waited in his room and when I walked back, I saw Erik exhaled thick white smoke from his mouth, kinda like cigarette smokes.

But then, instead of fading away, the smoke became thicker and that’s when Erik shouted to me"Run, Henry! Run!"Without my realization, the smoke shot right through my mouth and forced its way to my body. I can’t stop it and then as soon as that smoke filled my lung, I heard myself spoke, but it was deeper, but it was still my voice and somehow I was controlled by some weird forces that invaded my body"Fuck with this guy. Dammit, Erik. Could you just stop befriend this nerd? He’s not the type of friends that fit with you, not with that body. I think you liked him way too much, I need to changed him a little bit, to be more jockish and less nerdy. Are you fine with this arrangement?”“No, I’m not. He’s my best friend and I liked him the way he looked like. Now get out from his body, Uncle Pete,” said Erik to me"Not before I put some definition in this puny body. And what’s the loss? When I get out from here, he’ll have at least something else to be proud of rather than just his brain. Sounds good, Erik?“ "Okay, Uncle Pete” Erik said, half-agreed"It’s not Pete anymore, it’s Henry” said his uncle inside my body while forming a smirk that I don’t even know I can do"Okay, okay. I know. Now, can we work again?“"Of course, Erik”     That was 1 year ago and he still stay inside me. He lied to Erik that he already left my body and damn, he’s very good at pulled an act as me, even my parents can’t differentiate it. I can’t push him out and I’m still a passenger inside my body. 

He kinda directed my life into the jock-side, playing football and other sports. Tonight, I’ll have a football match and once again, I’ll watch him as he do all things from my body. I can’t do anything except silently wish that he’ll leave my body soon.

Source : Hunkymalebodyswap.blogspot.com

A/N: Hey everyone, been awhile. it’s not spring but here’s a story so I’ll call this a win. Thankfully the days are getting longer. I hope this seasonal low creative energy goes away. Though since it’s still winter in the northern hemisphere, don’t know how long the next one will take. Other than that I’m doing fine, Hope you guys are too!

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“I hate how long they make us wait for this,” Emerson complained. The last place he wanted to be was at a college. It just wasn’t for him, but his parents wouldn’t let him rest unless he came here. Even the whole college application process had been their idea. The hall where all the recently graduated high school students had gathered was large, but still crowded with over 200 attendees, not including the parents.

“Dude, relax we’ll start in a minute,” Bernardo nudged him with his elbow. They were two of the only teens there without their parents. But that’s because Emerson had sweet talked all of them into letting the two teens go alone. Grewim University was large and way too big to not be explored. Their parents on the other hand would have made them do everything  to get them invested in the campus. Of course, they still had to go through the mandatory tour and activities since they were going to be future students here. It was a whole early summer weekend from Friday morning to Sunday evening dedicated to immersing the incoming students in the campus before August.

Most colleges may have been expected to be empty otherwise, and while Grewim wasn’t exactly bustling at the moment, its campus was open to the public year-round and a few joggers and dog walkers came through often. It was hard not to pass by with the greenery of the trees and flowers around.

By the time students were being split into groups for the tours, Emerson and Bernardo were still together. They stood off to the side looking out at the campus’ quad over the collections of families inhabiting the area waiting for their tour guide. Current student volunteers were going to group everyone, then around noon the parents would leave, and it’d be just the students for the rest of the weekend. Of course, most parents wouldn’t be leaving the city, all the activities ended at 5:00 each day. No doubt families were dying to explore the inner city area.

“Excuse me,” a man carrying a camera approached the two. He didn’t look like a parent, but he didn’t look like a school administrator either. “I saw you from across the quad while I was snapping pictures and I was curious if you ever thought about modeling?”

Emerson’s mouth fell open as he pointed to himself, “ME?” That was hard to believe with his brown curly hair, pale skin, and lack of a good diet, that was a question he never expected. “No, I haven’t, sir.”

“Well, think about it, and if it sounds like something you want to do, call this number,” The man handed over a business card. Emerson kindly accepted, feeling a tingle as the card brushed past him, dismissing it as static shock. The man smiled walking away. The card read Mr. Kasi’s Photography.

Emerson and Bernardo looked at each other mouthing , ‘Wow’.

“Do you think he was serious?” Emerson asked.

“Who knows, part of me says – ‘stranger danger’ and the other part says this is college life for you. Then again maybe it’s the former because he did just walk completely past me and everyone knows I’m the hot one.”  Benardo bemused.  Emerson nudged him in the side before the two broke into a fit of laughter. Their late-night streams on twitch assured they didn’t exactly have the most active dating life.

A whistle blew and that’s when college students assigned  to give tours popped out of the building the crowd had just seen. Immediately they started splitting people into groups. Bernardo and Emerson tried to stick together, but a bubbly girl dragged Bernardo away claiming him for her group. Of course, Emerson was just going to follow, but a strong clasp from a hand fell on his shoulder.

“Actually, you’re with me.”

Emerson slightly turned his neck to see there was a mountain of a guy standing behind him. ‘THICK’ was the first word that came to mind when Emerson saw the neck and muscular body the hand was attached to. The silly volunteer shirt the college student wore was too small. His pecs were greatly accentuated, and his shoulder and biceps were ready to burst the seams, but no matter how he moved they didn’t give. The stranger’s body was adorned with a handsome face and jovial smile, while his short blond hair was tucked under a backwards cap.

“Name’s Mack.”

His gregarious nature, rippling body, and lack of personal space made Emerson immediately peg the guy as a frat bro or athlete. He happily chatted with the group he’d created while dragging them along the campus. Unsurprisingly, Mack talked more about himself than the campus. A refreshing change of pace, for Emerson. He went on so many tours of this place he already knew the locations and history of most of the buildings. All those previous tours were forced onto him by his parents. They were dedicated to getting him to come to Grewim. Probably because it was just a town over, and they didn’t have to drive far to see him. Though it was nice to get an inside look about a student’s life on one of these tours. Other than that Emerson stuck to the back. He thought he’d be making jokes with Bernardo by now.

His plan was to hide out until the tour was over, but Mack wouldn’t leave him be. In fact, Mack wasn’t letting any of the students be. He’d single one of them and ask if they had any questions. If they shook their heads or refused to answer he’d say, “Well, you must have something.” The worst was when they got to the Greek houses on campus. They had grill stations and sandbox volleyball courts as 4 of the frats on campus were in their own little corner. A few current college students there attending summer sessions were out there tossing a ball back and forth.

Emerson heard the more traditional parents’ gasps when they saw the girls on field were in nothing more than sports bras and shorts. It was a summer day so Emerson wasn’t surprised that people would dress comfortably. Even still he tried to look away because the girls and boys bouncing bodies were speaking to him right below the belt. The girls were certainly ‘well gifted’ to say the least,  but what got Emerson flushed beyond belief was watching the male students’ pecs bounce with the same buoyancy when they landed. The sight of the rippling bodies ahead of him was just too much.

Of course Mack just wouldn’t let it be, completely misinterpreting the situation, He put an arm around Emerson’s shoulders. “Dude if you want to join all you gotta do is ask,” He turned around with Emerson still under his arm, looking at the crowd. “That goes for all of you. If you guys want to take a quick break and play, all you gotta do is ask.” Mack’s fingers lightly played on Emerson’s chest. Emerson silently giggled; the sensation tickled—actually tingled a bit.

“Yo guys! Some of the fresh meat is going to come play with you for a bit.” Emerson got the feeling Mack didn’t even know these other students, and was just doing as he pleased. Mack gave Emerson a kind shove, as the college students on the court cheered him over.  A few students also made their way over to the courts. Emerson begrudgingly took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his blue jeans. He was glad he’d only worn a white graphic T-shirt today, no need to roll that up.

The college students cheered as he stepped on to the court along with the other future freshman.  Some parents gave exasperated sighs, like they couldn’t believe the tour was stopping. Mack just ignored them all, cheering on his group of students. The college kids on the court intermingled with the freshmen and divided them up evenly.

Somehow Emerson was stuck with serving the ball first. A pain in the ass. He got the basic concept of volleyball, but he had never played a game before in his life. Thankfully one of the college girls kindly told him to toss the ball up and hit it over to the other side.  Emerson released the ball up into the air and as it came back down he prepared to hit it. He balled one of his hands into a fist, dug his feet into the grow and swung his open palm— completely missing and throwing off his center of gravity sending him face first into the sand. Emerson was so mortified, college hadn’t even started and he’d branded himself a loser.

He was content to lay in the sand moping, but one of the shirtless college guys came over helping him back up.  Emerson did his best not to stare at the dude’s chest as he was doing for the girls. He didn’t want to be disrespectful, but the guy’s pecs were just full out there in his face. They guy lifted Emerson up by the arm and, Emerson swore he felt another tingle pass through. He didn’t know what was up with the static electricity on this campus, but the people needed to start using dryer sheets or something.

“Good try, Good try!” Mack clapped his hands from behind the group. “Give it another shot!”

Hearing that ticked Emerson off a bit. He didn’t even want to be here and Mack was one sentence away from saying “Give it the old college try.” Emerson hated that line his grandfather used to say it a lot, always leaving Emerson confused. But ever since he came to the conclusion college wasn’t for him, trying anything at college seemed pointless. Of course his parents would argue college is where a person could truly find who they want to be.

“So, what you want to do is not put your whole body into the swing, just your arm.” Emerson tuned to listen to the college student that had graciously picked him back up.

“Thank you.” He sheepishly muttered, He waited for the other freshman to laugh, but no one did. They just wanted him to serve the ball. Taking a deep breath, Emerson served the ball in the air and hit it over the net. The moment he connected with the ball a wave of energy shot back into him, vibrating his muscles along the way as it traveled through his body. Emerson didn’t have much time to think on it because bodies startled scrambling when the ball was hit back.

Emerson never thought he’d get so invested into a sports game. Instead of logging onto Twitch, or watching a YouTube video, he was out here in the dry sun, playing with other teenagers. There was something so mesmerizing about getting invested collectively in winning a physical activity. Though none of his enjoyment made him better at playing. He frequently dove for the ball or went to hit it back only to fail miserably. But no one was laughing, everyone on the court was just having fun. Every time Emerson would dive for the ball his impact with the sand got heavier and heavier as the dents he’d leave grew bigger. Every mishap, every failed attempt was a pound of muscle added to his body. Picking himself off the sand got tougher as he was no longer lifting his scrawny body. He’d unknowingly developed a healthy layer of muscle.

Half an hour passed before Mack finally told them it was time to continue the tour. They still had to take the parents back and continue on. Most of the parents had glares fixed on Mack who was happily oblivious.  From a watcher’s perspective, the game had truly been awful; it seemed none of the freshmen had been gifted at volleyball. Emerson knew it was a bit of a sour note, but he’d had so much fun and judging by the other kids who participated they did too. He stepped out of the sand box and wiped off the sand. The college guys patted him on the back saying, “Good job Emerson.”  Emerson wasn’t sure when he told these big guys his name or when they got so touchy feely, but he wasn’t against it. The girls also said goodbye, but one of them made it a point to talk over and brush sand out of Emerson’s curls. He was too flustered to notice as she brushed it, she was styling it too. His curls gathered in the center as his mop of hair was reduced, to a nice curly do.  When she got all the sand out, she gave a flirty goodbye.

Emerson bent over to roll his jeans back down, as he unfurled them, he got to a point where there wasn’t anything left. Which was impossible because they were stopping at his shins. Emerson had been a proud 5’7 for most of his life, but now his pants were refusing to cover him up? When he stood up, not only were his pants not fitting, but they were sorta tight all over. Moving was kind of stiff. Not only that, Emerson could see the outline of his cock, very visible, And erect against his waist. Before he had a chance to adjust himself, the kind college kid that had instructed him how to serve the ball came over.

“Hey, once you’re back on campus. How about you hit me up some time? Name’s Leonard.” The guy grabbed his hand then held it like they were doing a bro shake, but the dude had actually stuffed a piece of paper into Emerson’s hand. Words were stuck in Emerson’s throat had this dude just give out his number. Emerson’s cock throbbed. It was too fucking obvious. Emerson’s pants were so tight not only did the cock visibly move, it stretched the fabric making a slight sound. Leonard’s eyes immediately flew to it, no hesitation. Emerson wanted to hide away but it was the shade of red that Leonard’s face became that stopped him. Leonard tried to cover the bottom half of his face, but his shoulders were going red too.

Emerson thought it was actually adorable watching the big guy trying to hide his blush. “Anyway,” Léonard continued, turning away, “we can meet up and maybe do something you like next time.” Léonard rushed off to join the rest of his friends walking away. Emerson stood there in shock. Then realizing he wasn’t alone looked at the other freshman and parents. No one was paying attention to him. They were all off having their own little conversations.

Mack clasped his hands gathering everyone’s attention, “Okay, gotta be honest that game sucked. But I’m proud of all of you that participated. And maybe volleyball isn’t your thing, but that’s okay, hopefully you’ll find what is. That’s what college is about after all finding out who you are and what you want to be. So, try everything.”

Emerson grunted listening to the speech, he was trying  to tuck his erection away to make it less noticeable, but his pants refused to cooperate. He had the bright idea to unbutton his jeans, but then they refused to snap back as if his waist had gotten wider in the time, he had it undone. Emerson was over it; he simply pulled his shirt down over it and zipped his pants, hoping no one would call it out. The group started to walk away, and Emerson tailed after them.

 There was a point to what Mack had been saying: college was about finding yourself. The problem was Emerson wasn’t sure he wanted to be anybody. He knew that he’d probably even hold out with his undecided major for as long as he could.  College was a realm and space people needed, but perhaps not him. He was content with coasting through life. But was that really living?  He had to admit though he often blamed his parents for making him go to college, His own self doubt was the driving factor of going to college. Nothing more than FOMO his (fear of missing out) creeping up on him.

 The group made their way into one of the university’s cafeterias. It was time for lunch, then for the parents to leave. Thank god for that because a few of the parents seemed ready to choke their oblivious host. Emerson sent a text and was lucky enough to find Bernardo already munching down. The two started catching up on their tours so far.

 “What, he let you guys play volleyball?!” Bernardo put his sandwich down. “My tour guide wouldn’t shut up about the teachers she hated.”

 “Shhh!!! Not so loud,” Emerson put a finger over his lips. “I’m not even sure if he was supposed to do it.”

 “Well, damn how come you get to live in a bisexual paradise with beach babes and dudes. I want to play with beautiful girls too.” Bernardo pretended to whine, dramatizing his sentence.

 “Yeah, yeah you big baby.”

 Bernardo stopped and the two shared a good laugh. “Hey? How come you’ve got the boys locked up today.”

 “Boys?” Emerson raised an eyebrow lost.

 Bernardo motioned at Emerson’s chest. Emerson didn’t get it at all. Sighing, Bernardo reached over, put his hands on the side of Emerson’s collar, and pulled. A tear ran down the middle as Emerson’s chest was on display. Emerson shoved him off, “Dude what the fuck?”

 “What, you’re the one, who says you hate wearing small shirts. I could tell your chest needed some release in that thing.”

 “So, what you’re the pec whisperer now?”

 Bernardo smiled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

 Emerson was expecting himself to get angrier,to boil a bit more with rage, but he could never hate Bernardo, even if he did love the shirt he had on. The more he thought about it the more he found himself agreeing. He did hate shirts that were too tight, especially at the chest. Having grown up together Bernardo was pretty in-tune to knowing when to help Emerson out. The cool cafeteria air hit his pecs and Emerson soaked it in.

 “Damn dude you should have let those puppies out earlier. I can feel them radiating heat over here.” Bernardo finally took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Nah, it’s just because of the volleyball sesh earlier,” Emerson chuckled. “The sun was cooking me.”

“Sesh? Since when have we ever used that word, other than when we’re online?” Bernardo chuckled.

Emerson ignored it, but it was a good question. Volleyball had been fun earlier, but he definitely knew it wasn’t for him now, but maybe he would join another game in the fall.

When lunch ended the parents were gone, especially the ones stuck with Mack. They were resolute in leaving the college as soon as possible after lunch. Mack happily got his students all together. He was ready to give a big ol’ speech when his phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket looking at the message. His eyes went wide.

“OH shoot ! Guys I’m so sorry for this but I just got a message that a project my group has been working on isn’t done yet. I’ve got to go. I’m supposed to take you guys to the classrooms, maybe stop in on some, but we just have to go tomorrow. Guys feel free to lead yourselves around. You see something you want to do, try it out.” With that Mack took off running.

Emerson and the rest of the freshmen were left in stunned silence.

“Did that really just happen?” A girl said.

“Fuck yeah we can do whatever now!”

“Maybe we should continue on with the activity that says we should do an ice breaker.”

“Eff that I’m going to take a nap.” Someone else said before walking away.

The group dispersed before Emerson even got his own words in. His phone vibrated in his pocket.  There was a text that read, ‘You’re late.’ He didn’t know the number, but it did look familiar. The answer popped in his head. He retrieved the business card he had received earlier and the number matched perfectly. “How did you get my number dude?” he texted back angrily.

“We’re at the humanities building, get there now.” The text read back. Emerson trudged across campus determined to give the guy a piece of his mind but as he approached, he saw a crew of people moving various equipment around. “Thank god, he’s here folks.” Mr. Kasi walked up grabbing Emerson by the wrist.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s going on? This photoshoot was your idea. How can you be late?”  The man carried his camera preciously in one hand leading Emerson with the other. Are all College 2nd years as high maintenance as you?”

Emerson had no idea what the man was saying; he certainly wasn’t a sophomore. And a photo shoot was beyond ridiculous. “Wait I’m not—

A flash went off blinding him. He tried to speak again but another flash and click of the camera silenced him. There were people blowing fans that drowned out his voice, but got his hair flowing majestically.

“We talked about this stand up straight. Face the camera.” Mr. Kasi shouted over the sounds of his camera firing off. Emerson slowly did as told. “That’s it, make the camera work for you.” Mr. Kasi encouraged him.

“What else?” Emerson knew they had mistaken him for someone but decided to go along with it for now. The crew got picture after picture of him as Emerson while he posed.  A slight smirk grew on his face as he realized he was pretty good at it, though whenever he saw the tour groups or struggling college students his face would turn a shade of red. They’d stop and gawk for a while to see what was going on then move along. Time was slipping away like butter as the sun began to set, casting it’s familiar orange hue.

“Okay that’s a wrap!” Mr. Kasi called out.

Emerson jolted when he heard that. He had sort of gone on auto pilot after a while. Mr. Kasi’s voice had shocked him back. Pose after pose left his muscles a bit sore, felt like his muscles were straining against this outfit now. He was ready to call it a day, modeling was exhausting. Thankfully the college had dorm rooms prepared for the incoming freshman for the upcoming weekend. Emerson had checked it out before the tour day began, his first impression was: It was alright. Nothing too fancy, plain white sheets and a thin blue blanket. But now thinking back to that bed was the one place he wanted to be.

The crew was quickly dispersing, and Emerson was ready to leave, right before his phone vibrated from a text message. Thinking it was Bernardo, Emerson pulled out his phone ready to reply. Instead, what was on his phone wasn’t a message but an alert telling him that he had a gig at the drawing studio.

“What the?” he started to say but the alert buzzed his phone again and Emerson started walking to the studio.  He couldn’t remember anything that he had to do at the studio. Not like he was in the art program. His artistic skills were mediocre at best. Still, he walked into the studio, finding a class gathered around with giant sketch pads on easels.

“Finally, it’s about time.” A female professor with her hair in a bun stepped up from the side. “Everyone get ready, we’re going to get our model ready, then we can start our life drawing.” She pulled Emerson away from the college students taking out their utensils. “Thank you for volunteering to do this. Finding models for the summer art courses is difficult enough. You’re really helping us out with this.” She smiled then gently shoved him forward.

Emerson stumbled as he went into the middle of the room where a single chair was present. The students were eyeing him like an animal at the zoo. Emerson got the feeling they were waiting for him to do something, but he was completely at a loss.

“Well, don’t be shy. You can undress as you feel ready.” The professor smiled.

Confused, Emerson slowly removed his ripped shirt.  He was starting to get the picture. They clearly wanted him to model.  He sat shirtless on the chair. His back pressed against the cold wood. That’s when the professor started droning onto her class about capturing the anatomy, translating from eye to hand. It went over Emerson’s head and he tuned it out.

Now that Emerson could take a moment to think. He realized the entire room was cold. A nice change from the heat outside. Pencils began to sketch along paper as students began to copy his pose. There was a nice mixture of guys and girls that were paying attention to him. He went to move but got a very stern glare. The teacher wanted him to hold the pose for at least 3 mins so the class could do warm up gestures.  Then they would move on to 20 mins.

Sucking his teeth Emerson continued to sit in the chair. He was lucky he’d started with a basic pose but how was he going to hold more? Was this what college life was going to classes and volunteering to help out professors?  Volleyball hadn’t been his thing and maybe modeling wasn’t either. Emerson was so into his own head he didn’t even realize when he stood up and slid his pants down kicking them off to the side.

The girls let out whistles and one of the boys clapped. Emerson’s face went red when he realized his pants were too far away to casually put back on. He stood awkwardly trying to cover his bulge.

“As you guys are drawing the model, I want you to tell me what is standing out to you.” The professor walked around the circle of students studying their progress. “What are you enjoying, what are you having difficulty with? How are you capturing his essence?”  She smiled when one of the male students raised his hand. “Ah yes, Ramses what are you getting?”

A black kid with a backwards baseball cap, probably in Mack’s social group, put his pencil back on the page “What I’m enjoying is drawing this dude’s ass and bulge. I was going to cheat and use two circles when connecting the figure to his hips but as I sketch, I’m finding he needs a bit of a box shape because his ass has muscle in it.” The professor stepped behind Ramses nodding her head to his analysis. “As for the front I want to portray the heaviness that I’m seeing so that the weight is translated in 2D.”

Emerson felt a tingle as he heard Ramses’ sketching get louder and more purposeful. A few students got out of their seats to join the professor in watching Ramses translate Emerson to 2D. Emerson’s ass swelled, getting perky and more elevatable as the seconds rolled by. The blue boxer-briefs he had put on that day were a terrible choice as they began to disappear between his massive cheeks. While everyone was focused on Ramses, Emerson made sure to free himself of the resulting wedgie. If that wasn’t bad enough his giant bulge was always an attention seeker. And Ramses had just drawn attention to it, though the students seemed more interested in Ramses version of it. Emerson unfortunately couldn’t see it, but every time he heard the pencil glide across the page his nuts got heavier as his cock lengthened along his inner thigh. His bulge left nothing to the imagination anymore.

“I noticed something too Mrs. Fran.” A female student called out to the professor. The student was slouched in her chair, sliding her falling glasses back on with her finger. Her hair was tied in  a ponytail though her free hand was twirling a loose strand. Opposed to Ramses she had a colored pencil in her hand.

Mrs. Fran happily walked over as students returned to their seats leaving Ramses to continue working on his piece. “ Go Jessica, tell us what you’re noticing.”

“Well to start, his height. I did a few rough drafts for practice measurements, but he was bigger than I imagined. So, to make sure everything falls into place I’m doing it again.”

Emerson shot up an inch in height as the girl talked. Unlike Ramses, her sketching was so light he barely heard anything hit the page, but Mrs. Fran was impressed.

“And I think he has to be at least 5ft 10?” She turned to Emerson for an answer.

“No, At least 5ft 11?” Someone shouted. Jessica quickly erased something and re-sketched.

The whole scene was quite funny. He was only 5ft 7 his whole high school life. Maybe he was a big 5’7 but not much beyond that. His silent chuckle went unheard as he went up another inch. The students needed to get their eyesight checked.

Another student’s voice rang out “I think his lean figure makes it easy to keep everything in proportion. Even with all his muscles, capturing the anatomy on paper is quite simple as you can easily see the muscle groups.”

“Great observation,  Olive.” Mrs. Fran smiled. The class went quiet as they all started to focus more on Emerson. The class passed with Emerson listening to the class comment on his body as he did nothing but pose. When class was over, the professor invited him to look at everyone’s artwork. Not that she needed to, everyone was calling at him trying to get his opinion. Though Emerson had to see Ramses’ sketches first. The guy had indeed drawn great sketches but they were more akin to young Greek statues, if not for the boxer briefs the subject had on. Not to mention off to the sides of the paged Emerson could see where Ramses had practiced drawing his waist, specifically his ass and crotch. Though Emerson was not a fan of the hair Ramses had decided to draw on his legs. Nor the small treasure trail that led to slight pubic hair spilling over the waistband of his underwear . Emerson wasn’t hairy at all, never had been. As if to confirm it for himself he checked his body. Only to find exactly what Ramses had drawn, there was hair down there.

‘Jarring’ was the only word Emerson could think of. Why wouldn’t he have hair on his lower body, most boys who went through puberty did. Next up was Jessica. She was shoving her art in his face, for a meek girl she was very eager to get Emerson’s review.

“Wow,” Emerson said in a low whisper. Jessica had captured a few main poses, but she also took time to quickly sketch the moments when Emerson had stretched. They weren’t detailed drawings like the poses, but they certainly accentuated his height. After that Emerson was swarmed by everyone. He took out his phone and snapped a few picks, sending them to Bernardo.

When the class had let out it was 9pm. Emerson was exhausted and ready to head out. All the students had left with the professor. While he remained to put his clothes back on. One problem though: They weren’t fitting. Emerson thought his clothes had looked exceptionally tiny when he picked them up. His feet were too large to even slip into one of the pants holes. He held up his clothes again. Had someone swapped them out with kid’s clothes? Cause he didn’t see how he ever got them on before. Also one of the art students had spilled black paint on his jeans and a shirt. A moot point since it no longer worked.

Huffing, Emerson sat down on a chair in his underwear, clothes bundled up on his waist. He tried to put his shoes back on, but just like with his pants his feet refused to go in. The pair were small as well. Emerson angrily snatched one of his shoes up, this couldn’t be happening. No way his shoes AND clothes didn’t fit. He didn’t walk in stripped down. The tongue of his shoe revealed it was indeed size US9 as it should have been. With one last try Emerson rammed his foot into the shoes forcing it open. He closed his eyes as he tried to force more of it in. Emerson never saw it, but his shoe gave way and accepted the larger foot. As the toes and sole pushed through, the shoe grew to accommodate it. Reforming as a size 13. Emerson clapped his hands when he was able to get both shoes on unfettered.

“There we go. Just took a bit of elbow grease.” He stood up. But now he was just an incoming freshman in his underwear and shoes. He was going to run back to the dorms and not get caught. Taking a quick peak outside the studio he didn’t see a single person. One deep breath, his clothes in his hands, Emerson was out the door sprinting. As he ran, he was reminded that there were students that loved to streak on a dare. That couldn’t be him, but maybe college wasn’t so bad. He’d had a hell of a first day after all.

The moment he slammed the door to the door. He laid his back against the door breathing.

“There you are! Where have you been? Haven’t you seen my text.”  Bernardo came out into the hallway from the room he was staying at for this weekend.  Then he looked down.“Why are you in your underwear?”

“I got busy. With this college stuff.”

Bernardo rolled his eyes. “How? I had the same boring tours you did. There really wasn’t much to it, but I didn’t see you when it ended. Also doesn’t answer the clothes question. Emerson sighed, deciding to just tell his friend how he got roped into a photoshoot then mistaken for a model for the art department. There was a moment of silence before Bernardo burst out laughing.

“Okay, either you’re having the best college life already or you’re messing with me.”

“Why would I joke about this? It hasn’t exactly been fun.”

“How has it not been fun? Let’s review what you told me. You got to play volleyball. Got a phone number. Then got mistaken for a model, then people wanted to draw your body. That really is just the worst.” Bernardo said dryly.

Emerson’s face went red when his best friend said it like that his complaints did seem a bit unreasonable. He was sure there was another reason he was stressed about what was going on. He just couldn’t place his finger on it. Emerson went and hung his clothes up in the vacant closet. He didn’t want to risk any of the black paint getting on any of his other clothes. Sighing he kicked off his shoes and hopped into bed exhausted.

The next morning, Emerson woke up to the alarm going off on his phone. Reaching over to grab it he groaned. He happened to notice is cock was pitching a tent under his sheets. A smile grew on his lips. He reached down to shake it back and forth. Something had really got him in the mood. Before he could do anything about his dick his alarm went off.

“Alright, alright”! Emerson threw off the covers and his comforter. He was supposed to go meet Mack today and the rest of the tour group, after breakfast. Getting up from bed he did a quick stretch looking around the room. Something about it felt off. Was it his TV, his video game posters? He put his hand on his chin. It really shouldn’t have been that difficult. This was his room for the summer while he attended class. Why couldn’t he place what was wrong. Shrugging it off He went to take a shower. When he got out and put on fresh underwear he went for the clothes in his closet, but only one outfit was hanging up.  A black dress shirt and black slacks.

—

“There you are? How hard were you sleeping?” Bernardo asked as Emerson approached on the outside quad. Ignoring the sense of déjà vu Emerson calmly sipped the coffee in his hand. “I was knocking on your door to head to breakfast and you never came out.” Then Bernardo stopped talking to stare at Emerson. “You look different…but I don’t know why.”

“You think I look different? I guess interning at a modeling agency does that to people.”

“Yeah… yeah I guess you’re right.” Bernardo scratched his head as if he almost didn’t believe what Emerson was saying. It seemed obvious if someone worked as a model, they’d probably pick up a few tricks for looking good. That just happened to be Emerson’s college life. The groups started to pair off again to complete the day’s activities. Bernardo kept stealing glances even as he walked away.

Emerson was just about done with his coffee, when a hand clapped him on the back, causing him to choke on the last sip. Mack was there with a big smile on his face. “Dude what hell?”

“I’m so proud of you man! Not every freshman can do it, but I knew you’d start to find yourself here.” Mack’s positivity was infectious and overbearing. Emerson couldn’t see himself staying angry with Mack but also needed to disappear into the group today. However, Mack wrapped his arm around  Emerson’s neck happily dragging him along until they met up with their group. Even then Emerson couldn’t escape Mack’s grasp.

“Alright guys gather up,” Mack said as the other freshman closed in around them. “I want you guys to meet my buddy Emerson here.”

Emerson rolled his eyes; they already knew who he was.

“He’s a sophomore here. Didn’t take him long to get into the spirit of this place. But I see the rest of you guys aren’t as eager. That’s okay. No rush, no judgment. We all move at different paces. You got 4 years after all.”

The sophomore comment caught Emerson off guard; he wasn’t a sophomore. He was an incoming freshman like the group. Mack however didn’t let the comment settle because he was leading them all towards the campus buildings. Mack was finally giving more of an official tour so Emerson was tuning him out at parts though Mack was jokingly begging his group not to tell the administrators he ditched them to finish homework.

They arrived at Landon Hall. Mostly dedicated to business classes but a variety of subjects were taught there, Spanish, psychology, philosophy. Emerson had heard the speech so many times he could give the tour himself. Mack then tried to open the door to the building before continuing his speech, discovering they were locked, once they wouldn’t budge.

“That’s right,” Mack tapped his head with a grunt. “They lock the buildings on weekends, and you have to swipe your student id to get in. Sorry about that guys.” Then he snapped his fingers “Emerson, can I use yours?”

Without even thinking,  Emerson pulled out his wallet, walked up to the card reader and swiped. There was a beep as the reader turned from red to green and the doors unlocked. While the students heard the doors unlocking, Emerson was focused on the twinge he felt after opening the door. Perhaps he was the one to blame for all the static electricity, but as he stepped into the building, he felt a sensation all over his body. Walking into the school of business had  his whole-body tingling.

Mack continued his tour speech as they walked along the first-floor of the hall. This was the part where the student tour guides explained all the other classes that were taught in the building besides business. Emerson followed the group way in the back one again. He was staring into classrooms. First, Mack listed off the various introductory classes, for Spanish, French sociology, psychology, philosophy, then he started listing off the advanced classes. Emerson’s body stretched upward as they made their way through. Mack’s words stuck in his head and stayed in his body. Emerson could almost picture himself attending the classes Mack was listing. The kinds of people that attended business classes. The type of men that gave lectures in this very building. Probably powerful confident men. He wondered if he was the only one noting the ceiling was getting closer and closer every floor they went up. By the time the group was heading up to the 4th floor, Emerson heard his pants rip going up the stairs. Thankfully he was the last in line so no one else noticed and kept going. He had to stop as his tanned olive ass was on display, as if auditioning for an all you can eat cake buffet.

The cool air danced against his bare buns. Emerson sighed His thighs and glutes had put so much strain that his pats couldn’t take it and now he was exposed. If that wasn’t bad enough feeling the air meant his underwear had a tear as well. Emerson awkwardly made his way up the steps, and his pants began to reconstitute themselves. When he met up with the group, Emerson realized he could see over everyone’s head and directly see Mack. Mack caught him staring and winked.

“Looks like this building matches well with some of you.” Mack laughed moving forward. The freshman looked around confused. “I was more of a Humanities building guy myself.”

Emerson also felt a small smirk on his lips. He could actually remember running into a freshman Mack lost in Landon Hall. Following the group Emerson could feel his chest swelling outward as his pecs protruded. The collar button on the top of his shirt popped off. Emerson was confused how he remembered Mack as a freshman? Emerson was a freshman himself. As he walked behind the group, he pulled out his wallet. Opening it up he found the student ID that Mack had used to get into the building. For some reason the ID stated he was in his fourth year, a Senior. Which made sense he was a year above Mack, but at the same time something about it felt off.

When they finally got to the 5th and final floor, Mack stopped staring into a classroom. He gave a little whisper. “Okay little peeps listen up; You guys are looking at the rarest of all: summer Saturday classes.” As if talking on a nature documentary Mack spoke in a whisper, then did a little shiver like he was disgusted. He tiptoed toward the open door then waved his tour group over. Everyone followed Mack’s lead peering in as a lot of the students in class looked over at the freshman. There were about 30 seats, but half of them were empty with students scattered about the room.

“ I really hope that Mr. Miller isn’t spying on my class.” A strong voice came out. As a man walked over to the door, arms crossed with a smile on his face. 

“Well, you know how it is, Professor Garcia. I wanted to show off some of the classrooms.”

Professor Garcia nodded with a fake understanding. “Yes, but the fact that you’re here today means you didn’t do it yesterday, right? Didn’t something like this happen during the winter semester too.” By the laugh that was on the edge of his lips with every word he spoke it was clear he wasn’t scolding Mack just gently mocking.

“It’s not my fault, I just get really busy.” Mack rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh-Huh.” Professor’s Garcia’s eyes scanned the group, he kept his friendly smile but didn’t say much else to them. “ Why don’t you let your group step inside for a moment. We were just about to wrap up.”

“Really that’s awesome!” Mack waved his group to come in as the professor made his way back to the podium. There were enough seats for everyone to sit down in. Emerson noted that a lot of the students in class weren’t college aged but had notebooks and bookbags nonetheless.

“Well, new students, I want to welcome you all to the university. This is Spanish literature during the Spanish Civil war. Now normally this class is taught in all Spanish but for these last few minutes I think we can make an exception for you all.”

Emerson sat at his desk, as his eyes wandered, to other students, the clock on the wall, Mack, the wall,  the table that was being used as a makeshift teacher’s desk, then back to the professor. Could he do this? Could he sit through 4 more years of school just to get a degree? That thought hung in the air. As Professor Garcia spoke to his class and even called on some of the freshmen to ask if they knew anything about the Spanish civil war. A few times he’d speak completely in Spanish to throw the students off. Emerson felt a familiar tingle, this time though it wasn’t in his body; It was in his brain. He could already see himself having sat in many classes just like Professor Garcia’s. The man was so warm and gregarious it was infectious. Who wouldn’t want to emulate him? Emerson’s neurons were firing off electric connections rapidly, as new memories of college years gone by were forming. Emerson closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he got a headache. His head was getting stuffed with knowledge.

“And that’s class!” Professor Garcia looked at his watch. Everyone started getting up. Emerson opened his eyes as his headache eased away.  He got up and one of  the students pointed next to his desk. There was a bookbag laying on the floor  and a laptop on the desk. Emerson couldn’t believe he was about to forget his stuff. He thanked them as he packed it away, flinging the bookbag on his shoulder. While he was preparing to go out, he noticed a pair of glasses on a table next to the podium and pointed them out.

“Those aren’t mine. Perhaps they belong to another professor…” Professor Garcia stopped talking, then slowly picked them up, studying them. “ Unless of course they’re yours?” He held out the glasses. “ Do you want to be a Professor, Emerson?”

“You…know my name?”

“You’ve been in my class all summer. I hope I would know your name by now.”

Emerson mentally slapped himself, duh that answer was obvious. “Right.” He sucked his teeth, “I don’t know. How is anyone supposed to know how they want to spend the rest of their life? It’s just when I saw you up here teaching today my mind clicked. I enjoyed sitting here, but I guess a part of me did think about being up here.” Then he took the glasses out of Professor Garcia’s hand. The professor left patting him on the back with a smile.  Emerson took a moment before putting the glasses on his face. Once they were on, it felt…right. Then there was a loud crack. It was the sound of Emerson’s jaw reforming broader than ever. When he went to inspect his jaw  everything felt fine, except for the bristles his fingers traced across, had he forgotten to shave?

He walked outside joining up with Mack’s group.

“Finally,” Mack said when Emerson came out. The group turned to look at him. Emerson wanted to shrink away, which wasn impossible with his body size. But Mack didn’t have to put him on the spot. “Anyways,” Mack continued, “I was telling everybody that I was going to be a Spanish major. That’s why I know Professor Garcia so well, but I think speech pathology is more my thing you know.”

“Didn’t see that coming.” Someone whispered.

Mack rolled his eyes “What, you guys think just because I take care of myself, I was going to be into sports and nutrition. Nah there are people who are dedicated and love that stuff. They can have it.” Mack led everyone back outside to the heart of the campus. “Alright guys we can either spend the day doing icebreakers or I can let you guys enjoy your Saturday here?”

When said like that it was obvious what option the incoming freshman would pick and soon, they all dispersed, until it was only Mack and Emerson left.

“Gotta say love the watch, man” Mack leaned over. “ Don’t know what you’re going for, but it pulls your outfit together.”

Emerson didn’t respond. He simply looked at his wrists and sure was sporting a watch on the left one. Well, a man does love to keep track of the time. And a professional like Emerson between modeling and college needed to be prepared. Mack ended up leaving Emerson alone in the courtyard. Emerson decided to take out his laptop. There was a paper for class he could start working on.

Sitting in the quad during the afternoon felt right. Emerson suddenly felt himself belonging. He could see himself spending his days at college. Maybe not behind a student desk though. Professor Garcia was having a much more enjoyable time in his position interacting with students. Perhaps that was what Emerson needed. NO, that was what he needed. As the sun beat down on him Emerson’s olive skin was starting to darken. The tan was forming into a more permanent pigment. The small Spanish that Professor Garcia had spoken was starting to stick in Emerson’s mind more prominently. He had never been an ace at Spanish in high school, but now his mind was translating Professor Garcia’s words with ease. And why wouldn’t it be? Emerson  was a proud Argentinian man. Growing up his house was filled with his family speaking Spanish. Perhaps Emerson could do what Professor Garcia did and teach after college. Not Spanish, maybe something like history.

“Hey, there you are!” Bernard said, running up to Emerson. Then he suddenly stopped cocking his head to the side as a confused look appeared on his face. That look disappeared after a few seconds and Bernardo was back to normal. “Almost didn’t recognize you with the glasses.”

“Bernardo, Como te va!” Emerson put away his laptop.

“Did…did you  just speak Spanish to me?”

Emerson paused, “ Yeah why?”

“Um…” Bernardo didn’t answer.

Emerson always spoke in Spanish at Bernardo’s house, Especially with Bernardo’s abuela. It was only at school they tended to speak in English. Didn’t explain why Bernardo was being so weird about it now. Well, whatever he could speak in English. “Let’s go grab some food, I’m starving.”

The two walked towards the campus cafeteria after Emerson slung his backpack over his shoulder. It was only then that Emerson noticed how there was a very noticeable height different from him and Bernardo. Jarring, because he had memories of them both growing up and being roughly 5’6 but now that just didn’t seem right. In fact, hadn’t Emerson always been a giant among his classmates. He was the first to experience puberty and luckily for him the train never stopped. Every year he’d get stronger, taller, and manlier.

Once in the cafeteria they sat, close to the windows. The sunlight’s rays that fell on Emerson’s hair darkened every strand and follicle until the brunette was rocking full on black hair. When they finally got their food, Emerson’s hair was unrecognizable as the one the teen had sported mere moments ago.

“You know, this girl in my group Gertrude said that a few of the other freshmen were going out with students on campus.” Bernardo bit into the ribs he grabbed for dinner. 

“Gertrude? Who still names their kid Gertrude? That’s like a grandma’s name,” He chuckled. Impressed that Bernardo had made friends. Then again, if Mack had been more attentive with the activities perhaps, Emerson would have known other people too  “Where are they going?”

“It’s a club not too far from here. 18 and up soooo…” Bernardo gave a smirk.

“I guess we gotta go too.” Emerson smiled as Bernardo fist pumped. The best friends had settled their plans for tonight.

“Awesome I’ll let her know we’ll meet up right after we finish with dinner.”

“Do you think I should get change?”

“What for, you already look like you’re ready to party.”

Emerson scoffed at that. It wasn’t his fault if he liked to dress nicely. Professional was actually a better term. He liked the way the clothes hugged his body tight and displayed the assets he had accumulated over the years. He was a little saddened that Bernardo hadn’t picked up the same habit over the years. Young boys just didn’t appreciate what it took to look like a man. Fashion, grooming, exercise, and nutrition. All vital elements that they’d have to learn.

If there was one thing to say about that night. It’s that Emerson couldn’t remember some of the finer details. Meeting up with the other freshman, going to the club and even leaving were all a blur. In true college fashion, alcohol found its way into Emerson’s system and the others. His first beer, then cider warmed his throat all the way down. The moment it hit his stomach the strange sensation he’d been getting all weekend returned, like his body was electrified. Though at this moment he truly believed this was the ‘buzz’ people often talked about.  For his first outing he concluded cider was okay, perhaps even beer, but in the future, he’d go with something with a more refined taste. Wine, champagne, whiskey, scotch  he felt like he couldn’t go wrong with either.

The thing Emerson could recall was seeing the girl from the volleyball game yesterday approach him in the club, introducing herself. But Emerson wouldn’t be able to recall a single thing about it. She danced with him with the music blaring and  pink and blue lights going wild on the dance floor. The lights would constantly fade in and out giving an almost strobe like effect. Then a muscular arm wrapped itself around Emerson’s neck, gently pulling him back. He was shocked but it was a very gentle choke hold.  His face was brought closer to the person behind him and that’s when he recognized Leonard. He could smell the alcohol on the other guy’s breath.

“Damn you got big,” Leonard whispered sensually in his ear. Emerson realized Leonard had a point. The only reason their faces were close now was because Leonard was making him lean back, but in actuality Emerson at 6’6” had a few inches on Leonard. It hadn’t been that way yesterday, but Emerson wasn’t focused on that. He was reveling in the warmth of Leonard’s body and Leonard’s breath against his skin. Not to mention the girl, what was her name Freida, Isabella? Emerson couldn’t even care as she rubbed up on him. Emerson was sandwiched between two hot people. His hard cock became as visible as a log and strained against his pants.

“I’m going to kiss you know if that’s okay.” Leonard whispered, before turning Emerson’s head and locking their lips. Lenard quickly pulled away laughing.

“Was it bad?” Emerson asked

“No, it’s just your beard is ticklish.” Leonard smiled.

Beard? He didn’t have a beard, maybe a few whiskers but a full on—Leonard cut off his train of thought by kissing him again. Then Leonard free hand touched the side of his face, passing along his cheek, then yes! His beard. Clearly Emerson had simply forgotten to shave his beard that morning. It tended to grow quickly. No time to think about that. The moment Leonard stopped kissing him, Isa-wasit leaned on him to kiss. She took over the front, while Leonard handled the back. Soon Leonard’s hand was cupping Emerson’s ass playing with it. Emerson hear his pants unzip as a fucking leaking brown missile stuck out of his pants. Meanwhile Leonard’s hand had snuck under Emerson’s pants and into his underwear to play with his ass.

The alcohol, the girl, the guy, so much for Emerson to take. So much for him to love and enjoy. Yes, if this is what college had to offer, he’d take it. His mind and body were trying to process it all. He wondered how nice it would be if he didn’t have to sneak around to have all this fun. Surely a man like Professor Garcia didn’t have to sneak around to have this kind of fun. That’s what Emerson craved.

Emerson did get home eventually, knowing it must have been Bernardo who helped him, but once his head the pillow he was out.

—

At 10:00 am on Monday morning Emerson’s alarm went off. Of course, he was already up. In his eyes a man was never late. He could barely remember what he did the night before. Though he could’ve sworn it was Saturday. Had he partied so hard that he slept through Sunday. Didn’t matter, he still had to get ready. He threw on his signature black dress shirt and black pants. Grabbing his glasses their black frame shifted to a thin gold as the lenses darkened; Now proper sunglass.He walked out of his bedroom and downstairs to his kitchen to make breakfast. For some reason walking around in his own house felt off.  That’s what happens’ when you party too hard, but for a man like Emerson everyone wanted a piece of him.

At 11:00AM Emerson was sitting at his desk in the lecture hall as students started to pile in. He was going to have quite a bit of freshman this semester. The sounds of sneakers and young adults bustling  went on as the clock ticked on. They came in droves throwing their book bags down. All eager to start the first day of the school year. Of course, some mouths dropped as expected when they saw who their professor was. Emerson Romero, famous model on the cover of men’s health and fitness magazines. Though there were some faces that Emerson recognized this year. Bernardo Delarosa, a new freshman, and son of his former neighbors. He gave the kid a slight wave. Then there was Leonard Fryzel, sophomore, one of his student’s last year. There was also a girl, rather a young lady that he recognized but couldn’t remember which class she was from.

When class was over the students emptied out quickly. Meanwhile Emerson took a leisurely time packing up and strolling outside, then breathed in the morning air. He sighed to himself he should have told the students, the freshman at least, to take the time to enjoy college. There was a lot to love here, and if they could learn and experience it all. It could be overwhelming, but it also could leave some positive impacts. Emerson knew he was a glowing example of that. This college helped him become the man he was destined to be. The students here were going to enjoy the next 4 years discovering themselves. 

No one knew how scrawny little Aden inherited hyperpuberty. His older brother, Tai sure was shocked when he found Aden in *his* bedroom, wearing *his*pants.

“Oh, sup bro.” Aden cocked his head as a sign of acknowledgement.

—

Dinner was tense as the brothers ate across from their parents. Tai watched as Aden scarfed down his meal completely  unaware of the unspoken drama happening. Their mom was clearly blaming the hyperpuberty on their father. After all, everyone knew that hyperpuberty was passed down through the y chromosome. Though Mr. Marquez didn’t say anything, he’d frequently look down at his crotch, then across at the new man sitting at their table.

But honestly, no one felt like Tai. He felt cheated and betrayed. How was it that his 14-year-old brother, who just the other day was rolling on the floor with Tai, fighting for the TV remote control, is going to college before him? His brother had grown into a 20 year old. That meant he’d be a 3rd year in college. A freaking Junior classmen!  And all the muscles he had now, not fair either. Tai had to work tirelessly to get his body in a manageable shape at 18 but Aden had soared past that.

It would be easy to ignore that if Aden wasn’t sitting at the dinner table still in Tai’s pants, shirtless. His new body was on display for the whole family to gawk at. Then there was the little fact that Aden was going commando, something about  Tai’s and dad’s underwear being too small. Tai knew he’d have to burn his pants later.

After dinner wasn’t any better, their parents left out to ‘discuss’ what happened next. Though it was clear Mrs. Marquez had a lot more yelling to do, there wouldn’t be a discussion anytime soon. When they were gone Tai was surprised when he found Aden in the kitchen washing the dishes. No one could ever get that kid to do anything without complaining. Yet there he was, just doing it.

Then the brother’s normal ritual of fighting for the TV remote in the living room, that either ended with Tai winning, or letting his little brother win, was over.  Aden strode into the room and plopped down on the couch across from Tai. He didn’t try to argue or ask for the remote. He watched the same program that Tai did then an hour into it he said, “Hey, pass me the remote.” Aden held out his hands. There was no way Tai could win their fights anymore, so he tossed the remote. Aden flipped the station to cartoons. Tai rolled his eyes, looks like some things were still the same. Tai rested his head on his palm, watching his now older brother laugh at TV.

“Are you still my baby brother?” the words left Tai’s mouth before he’d even realized. 

“I–I think so.” Aden replied shocked, he put the TV on mute. “I’m definitely a man now Like dad.” he cupped one of his pecs. Then his fingers prodded the rest of his body.  “Though I still remember you, messing with me, and farting on me for laughs.” He gave a stern look to Tai which caused his brother to avoid his gaze. “But I also remember you bringing ice cream and helping me out when I was sick. So, don’t worry, not like I’m going to bash your face in. I’m still your little brother.”

Tai shook his head, “No, I’m pretty sure you’re the older brother now.”

“Really, UGH!” Aden slammed his head against a couch pillow. “You think mom and dad are going to make me start driving and stuff?”

Tai hadn’t actually considered that his new older brother would be taking on more responsibilities. Perhaps even responsibilities that Tai had. Maybe this hyperpuberty wouldn’t be a complete blow to Tai at all.

“Doesn’t look so bad,” Dylan stated.

“Are you kidding, this is like a death wish!” Tyrell stated. The two teen boys stared up the side of the mountain that they would be scaling soon. The two had thought that rock climbing would be a great way to pick up girls. But with their dumb luck somehow, they had joined the only all men’s group at their local youth club. On the brights ide, no one else in their high school would know about their blunder.

The members of the group were all welcoming and friendly, however on the bus ride over it became painstakingly clear that none of the men in the group were amateurs. They all had an adept level of knowledge and experience with rock climbing.  When they got to the base of where they were climbing the men all went to work setting up their gear. Then they swarmed around the two boys, helping them get ready.

“Are you sure we should be doing something so advanced for our first time?”

“What’s this? This is just an initiation climb.” Rictor, the de facto leader of the group said. “Trust me this climb is great for first-timers. As long as you solely focus on the climb you’ll be fine. And of course, we’ll be here if you need us, but I doubt you will.”

Tyrell didn’t know whether to be unsettled or touched by how much faith Rictor had in them. A few of the men started climbing up. Dylan decided to go after them. Tyrell watched his friend start to ascend. He didn’t want to be left; he asked to begin his ascent up. The men cheered him on. He pushed off one rock and reached for another. Not too far behind, Dylan began to hear grunting. Dylan was trying to reach for a rock, but his arms were too short. Tyrell thought it was obvious he had to try another rock, but Dylan wasn’t given up he was fixated. And then as if he willed it his arm shot out, growing. Tyrell watched stunned as Dylan pulled himself over and up.

Continuing to climb, Tyrell heard a rip above him. Dylan’s cargo shorts had spit right down the middle and his underwear too because Tyrell could see his best friend’s buns. Tryell cursed to himself dangling up in the air was not the best place to consider if he was bisexual. “Hey dude, your buns are sticking out.” He whispered. Dylan’s ass cheeks grew in size as if they heard Tyrell trying to keep them a secret. Now Tyrell knew high altitudes could do strange things to a person, but he had not hallucinated that. But Dylan wouldn’t respond no matter how hard he called.

With a grumble, Tyrell continued to go upward, He just had to yell it straight in his best friend’s face. There were tattering sounds, as Tyrrell noticed clothing falling off his friend like snow. Well, that wasn’t exactly correct. Dylan’s torso was enlarging and the shirt he had on was ripping. The more he went up the bigger he got. It wasn’t limited to his upper body either; his legs were lengthening, giving him better distances.

Tyrell had to kick it into high gear or even keep up with him. By the time Dylan was shirtless his shorts had sealed his ass back up, reformed anew. They weren’t even brown any more. Tyrell couldn’t keep up; he’d look away to climb, look back and suddenly Dylan would be different.  All he was doing was worrying about his friend. He called and called for Dylan but no response. By the time he got parallel to his friend he could see Dylan’s face undergoing a metamorphosis.

“Dude what the fuck,” Tyrell whispered for only him and Dylan to hear. They were high up now. Tyrell couldn’t just turn around. Dylan’s attention wasn’t focused on Tyrell. He was still climbing along and growing. The higher he went the better his body got at it.

“Hey, don’t worry about him, Focus on the climb!” Someone shouted from up above. Tyrell wondered if that was the problem, Dylan was so hyper focused, he couldn’t realize what was happening to him.

Then Tyrrell did something stupid. He looked down. His stomach dropped. The distance from the ground  was too wide. He was going to pass out.

A chuckle came out next to him. Dylan was looking right at him. 

“Dude, grow up, being scared of heights is for pussies.”

At Lakefield Prep High School Coach Stevens had reformed the senior class. Normally in an all-boys private school located in the middle of Connecticut, a person couldn’t hope to rule rowdy boys. And the 18 and 19 year olds that made up the upperclassmen were by far the worst; they had gotten used to being able to get away with everything. There was no respect given to the teachers or even the principal.

In came Coach Stevens applying for the new P.E. position after the previous coach quit in a fit of rage after a nasty prank pulled by some of the students. When Coach Stevens came in, he met with the dean of students and the first thing out of his mouth.“Paul, can I call you Paul?” The gruff Coach Stevens said. He was 200 lbs of pure muscle, each muscle group straining the suit he had plopped on. His brown scruff also hadn’t been shaved that morning, giving him a very unprofessional look.

“That’s not my—

“Anyway, I’m thinking we gotta start bringing back PE and not some wimpy, forgettable lesson but really teaching these kids, especially those older, how to work on their bodies. When their bodies are in shape, so will their minds.”

The dean had no idea where that tangent had come from, but he wasn’t going let this guy interrupt him, “Sorry but the upperclassmen aren’t required to take PE,”

“That’s your problem right there Paul. You go too easy on these boys. I’ve recently implemented a program at a few other high schools that’s designed to help turn these boys into the young men you want them to be, and whew, trust me you need it.” Coach Steven stood up and walked towards the window behind the dean’s desk. He plucked two blinders open to stare out at the practice field where some of the kids were running around. “These boys can be disciplined, but they can also be so much more. And I’m going to help show you how.”

The dean wasn’t sure why, but he found himself agreeing. Someone needed to take control of these boys and put them on the right path. Perhaps a new itinerary was what the students needed to keep their bodies busy so their hands  and minds wouldn’t go idle.

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 3 months later

Coach Stevens blew on his whistle, “That’s it, I want to see that sweat cascading, men.” Large shirtless bodies ran around the basketball court in the gym. 

“Here at Lakefield Prep Coach Stevens has reformed every class at this once denounced high school. However, his impact on the students is no more pronounced anywhere than with the seniors.” The female reporter stepped aside, letting the cameraman refocus on Coach Stevens shouting a few feet away. The Coach clapped his hands as the seniors followed his direction. “Don’t just take our word for it. Many students have their views on it too,” The reporter and camera man walked over to two students they had pulled aside.

“Ever since Coach came. He promised us that he’d start turning us into men.”  Justin Travers said, wiping sweat off his face.

“Damn Coach really worked us hard today. I feel bigger already,” Preston Hughes nudged his friend on the side. Turning to the female reporter, “I have to admit I thought the coach was full of crap when he first came but I can’t deny the results.”

No one knew how the coach had got the students on board, but every single reporter that came to the school was always more interested in how 18 and 19 year olds looked like they were more suited to be college seniors. Steroids would be one thing, but that wouldn’t answer how  the boys matured in the way they have.

Kyle woke up, having undergone the hyperpuberty all the Johansson boys do. Or rather, he was a Johansson man now.

It was disorienting at first, waking up completely naked his room. Last night, he was hit with the famous Johansson hyperpuberty. All men in the family got it.  No one knew if it was some mutation of genetics or a curse. One thing was always certain, one night parents in the Johansson family would put their adorable sons to bed, only to find a stud in his bed the next morning. It wasn’t just a physical change either. The boy’s mind would mature with all the experience his new body would have. A gradual but inevitable outcome.

Sighing, Kyle plopped on his favorite cap backwards. It had an adjustable strap, so it had no problem fitting his reshaped head. A total jock move he did subconsciously; his hyperpuberty already making its mental claim. Kyle had expected this to happen someday but not so soon. He had gone to bed 11 and woke up at 19. Everything about his new body was heavy and large, his chest, his arms, his legs, and his ass. Truly felt like he was packing a whole lot in the trunk these days.  

 His pajamas were as good as gone; he knew that much at least. His two older brothers had also gone through hyperpuberty and were away at college now. Well, Kyle would probably be joining them soon. Though he was certainly on the younger scale of Johansson men who experience hyper puberty. His oldest brother didn’t get till he was 15 and even he only grew to 18. Kyle, on the other hand had packed on a full 8 years.

There was a familiar three knock pattern on Kyle’s door, as his father walked in carrying a basket of laundry “Rise and shine, my star boy.” His usual morning greeting as he entered with a smile that quickly faded as he dropped the laundry hamper with the clean clothes, mouth agape.

“Oh fuck, dad!” Kyle grabbed his small comforter to cover himself. Then his hand snapped over his mouth. He had just cussed, the bad word slipped out of his mouth like butter. He knew a whole slew of bad words that he was now itching to use.  But Kyle knew it was wrong to curse, especially in front of his father. Though that was just a child’s way of thinking, he was a man now.

Kyle’s father shook his head quickly before exclaiming, “Son, you’re massive!” He walked over to his son, helping the naked young man stand up off the bed. Kyle dropped the comforter and let his cock and balls swing freely between his new thick thighs, as he stood in the middle of the room. “I gotta get a look at you.” His dad said walking around him. “We should’ve had more time with you.” Kyle’s dad was in disbelief. Hyperpuberty was no joke; there was an extreme difference from being the parents of a kid to the parents of a young man. Now the Johansson’s had 3 of them. That meant college tuition, sports games and hoping none of the boys got a girl pregnant. Not to mention how to break the news to his wife.

“Be back soon.”

That was all Tyson’s dad said. Then he took off towards the back of the store, leaving Tyson alone standing in the aisle. Wasn’t so bad, not like when his dad left him guarding the grocery cart when they were in line. But still this new store was super big. Tyson would have asked to play hide and go seek with his dad if he could’ve.

The thing was though Tyson didn’t want to be left behind. He trailed after his father. Unfortunately, his dad had asked him to carry a container for something they picked up in the Health & Nutrition aisle. It was hard and awkward to carry. He was also holding the weird newspaper stores give out. As he walked after his dad, He tried to call to him, but his voice didn’t reach. His father’s longer legs had the man further in the back of the store.  There was no need to panic though. All Tyson had to do was go back to the last aisle they left from.His father would come back.

One problem, Tyson didn’t know how to get there. His dad told him to always look for the signs, but he couldn’t see any.  Tyson huffed; he knew where the snack aisle was at least. His dad could pick him up from there. It’s not because he was hungry or anything, although his stomach’s growling said something different. Once he got there, he strolled looking at all the different chips and soda. He could really go from some. Closing his eyes, he licked his lips. He could almost taste the salt and sugary goodness.

Then a cart ran into him, sending him to the ground.

“Oh, my goodness, I didn’t even see you there.” An old lady threw her hands over her mouth. She placed one hand over her heart. “All you alright, can you stand?”

Tyson did his best to hold back his tears as he got back up. The container his dad had trusted him with didn’t break, so that was good. “I’m fine.” his voice on the verge of breaking down.

“Would a smart young man like you be willing to help an old spinster out, then?”  She pointed to the shelf. There was a large bag of chips she wanted on the second highest shelf.

“ Huh?” Tyson looked at the place she was pointing. “ I can’t reach that.” He admitted.

The old lady dismissed him with a wave of her hand, “young people and your excuses just help me out.”

Tyson got the feeling this lady wasn’t going to leave him alone unless he tried and proved to her he could do it. Setting his dad’s things down. He walked over to the  bottom shelf and stepped on it. He began to climb up himself.

“What in god’s name are you doing young man?” The lady asked. “Were you raised in a barn?”

Ignoring her, Tyson threw his arm out to reach for  the bag of chips. At first, he was only going to pretend to try when suddenly his arm began to stretch forward. Not only that, Tyson’s whole body was expanding. His legs grew longer as his spine continued to develop. Soon the bag of chips was in his hands. He jumped off the shelf. The jump was a lot shorter than he imagined. He held out the bag of chips with a smile on his face.

The old lady rolled her eyes, snatching the bag.“There was no reason to do all that. You trying to get me in trouble and who the hell dressed you?” The old lady roll her cart shaking her head.

Tyson watched the lady brush past him. The woman’s attitude confused Tyson. Of course, his parents dressed him like always. What a dumb question. That is until he looked at himself. His clothes were stretched along his body. He was taller than before, and his clothes were getting tight. As he was studying his new body, Tyson grew again. This time though his clothes weren’t given him a light squeeze,  rather  a firm grip.  A rip came on the side of his shirt. Tyson  knew he needed to change so he grabbed his dad’s things and rushed to the clothing aisle. It’s what his parents always did when they said he got too big for clothes.

As he bum rushed  through the store, he kept growing and his clothes got tighter. But there was a big problem. He still didn’t know his way around this store! Then he finally noticed the store sections were hanging from the ceiling. Earlier he had been way too short to even realize he needed to look up.  Tyson headed for the clothes, secretly hoping he’d run into his dad by the time he got there. Tyson grabbed the biggest clothes he could find, worried he was just going to keep growing. He ran into a changing stall.  Just in time because the moment the door shut his body’s growth went wild. Muscles started to form. Tyson pulled off his tattered remains and put on the new clothes. His body didn’t stop growing either. At first the clothes hung limply off him but soon started to swell out. His face began to change as he matured. Even in his head he was feeling different…smarter? No, Older. Though he was still waiting for his dad. He headed out of the changing room with the container in hand. There was no sign of his old clothes or tag on his current one. 

With his new height it was easy for Tyson to aim his eyesight higher for the  Health & Nutrition section. Didn’t even take long to get there. His taller body made walking easy. Once there Tyson looked at some of the snack bars, supplements, vitamins, and even protein powders. He felt like he actually knew about them. Sure, there were the standards like GAINZ and JockOut, but then there were others like the one his dad had picked up. A light bulb went off in his head, he could actually tell his dad what he should be investing in.

A person tapped on his back, “Hey do you work here.”

“Uh no, I ’m just waiting for my dad. I got lost and can’t find him here.”

The guy backed away, rolling his eyes, “No need to be a jackass about it.”

Tyson turned around watching the guy walk away. He held the container in one hand and it was so much easier to carry now. Well, all he had to do was wait for his dad to come back.

“Hmmm… I wonder why this book is in the adults’ section…” Aden grabbed his favorite story off the library shelf. He couldn’t believe he had wasted 30 minutes looking for the book. Normally it was in the young adult section but for some reason the librarian said someone had filed it away in Adult section.  Apparently, someone made a big stink about the book and had it removed from where teens could see it. Which frankly Aden thought was BS. There were tons of young adult stories, with drugs, blood, gore, and sex. No parents went to crusaded for those, but one mention of men loving men or women loving women made the book was practically pornography in their eyes.

Aden wanted to take the book home for the 100th time. A story of two princes and princesses fighting the evil embodiment of the world they live in, but now that it was in the adult section. There was no way his dad was going to let him walk home with it. His father was weird enough about his son playing rated M for Mature games. Still, he could lie and pretend he didn’t find it in the adult section, but he didn’t want to lie to his dad like that.

Instead, he opted to re-read a good portion of the book. At least until his dad came and got him. Mom was cooking dinner tonight and tardiness was an absolutely no go. Aden cracked open the book skipping past the beginning to read his favorite chapter. He started delving into the world again letting his eyes flow across the page. His eyebrows furrowed as he read on to the next page. Something was wrong. This wasn’t his fun fantasy adventure book, instead it was about some college student. Aden didn’t really get it. The words were large and not ones he was familiar with. He wanted to look away.  And he tried, he really did but there was something compelling him to read on.

As he made it from one page to the next, the story started to come together slowly. Picking it up from the middle was hard but apparently it was about a meathead jock, who wanted to be smarter. Aden chuckled at that. He didn’t really get what a ‘meathead jock’ meant, but it sounded funny. At that moment in the middle of the aisle, Aden’s legs began to stretch. The boy didn’t notice, flipping over to the next page. The main character of this story wasn’t an awesome fighter like the princes. He was a fitness nut and bodybuilding enthusiast. Aden’s chest swelled outward as his arms grew in size. The boy was enraptured.

Perhaps this book had been in the right section. The main character said words in anger that Aden would definitely get in trouble for.  The vocal cords in Aden’s throat shifted when his neck got thicker. “This dude has got a fucking potty mouth.” He shook his head not taking note of his own words. Slowly he began to walk out of the aisle, book in hand, still reading. He got to a line that read: ‘He was the pride of the university. The perfect young man from head to toe. All masculine not a boyish trace of childhood.’

It was a sentence that rewrote Aden’s face refining his young features into something more appropriate for his body type. All the while Aden was finding it easier and easier to read the book in his hands. He couldn’t remember why it gave him such a hard time in the first place. Next, Aden’s ass inflated. Busted right out of his pants as two muscled cheeks popped into existence. There were sentences is this book about sex. Raw and animalistic, tender and loving. It certainly wasn’t a children’s novel, which was perfect because Aden wasn’t a child. As he walked out of the aisle reading about the main character sexual adventures. His own cock and balls came to life as nine inches were stuffed down his pants. Sperm started and insane production in his baseball sized nuts.  Perfect for bedding any man or woman that came his way. The destroyed clothes on Adien’s body didn’t last long as they were re woven into the perfect gym clothes to display all that he had gained. A bookbag full of advanced textbooks plopped itself on to him undetected. College athlete Aden stood in the library complete.

“Huh?” Aden said re reading that last part. He rubbed his eyes. For a moment he could have sworn the words on the page had just appeared out of nowhere.

“Maybe I’ve been studying too hard.”

“And they won’t fix it?” Cruz asked.

“No, I’m telling you they refused. They think I’m playing a prank or something,” Jensen complained, driving down the street. In the passenger side of his new car sat his best friend, Cruz. The other young male stared down at Jensen’s driver’s license confused. The Department of Motor Vehicles had clearly gotten Jensen’s birthday wrong.

“If that was my actual age, I’d be 36 not 16.” Jensen sighed. They had just left the DMV, Cruz had sat in the car waiting while Jensen went in to ask for a correction. Cruz had no idea what happened there, only that his friend came out pissed.  

“Maybe they’re confusing you with someone else?” Cruz offered.

“I hope so, but my parents are going to laugh their asses off when they hear about this.” Jensen pulled up to a red light and relined on his chair. His parents were such goofballs, they were certainly going to crack jokes about this. There was a smile on the corner of his lips. He was looking forward to it. It was kind of funny.

Cruz pulled down the window and let the summer wind blow in his face. While his eyes were closed he heard a grunt “Hgrrnnh!” and the drivers’ seat sliding back. He opened his eyes to see Jensen breathing heavy. Not only that, but his best friend had broken out into a sweat. And Jensen’s legs were… longer? However, whatever was happening didn’t stop there. Jensen’s body expanded taking up more space with muscle. His arms were the prominent victims as they no longer fit the teen body they were attached to. No need to worry as  his shoulder quickly adapted to support them.

“What’s happening to you?” Cruz asked.

“Don’t know, can’t stop growing.” Jensen said through gritted teeth. He balled his fist and curled his toes, anything to prevent the changes happening to him. It was all fruitless, when he’d reach one point his body would be unsatisfied and grow again. Cruz tried to escape lest he catch whatever infected Jensen, but the car door was locked and not opening. Somewhere in that time the grunting turned into moans. Jensen had hulked out though he still had his baby face. He took deep breaths as his huge chest heaved up and down.

“Holy. Holy hell,” Jensen looked over himself and his ripped clothes. “My parents are really going to kill me now.” His clothes began to change, wrapping over his body. Then he locked eyes with Cruz and sighed, “My parents are really going to have questions.” He gripped the steering wheel tightly and pulled off.

“Dudeeee you gotta learn how to relax.”

Hearing that voice pissed Roberto off. He looked over to the chair where his older brother, Alistair was sitting. Two weeks ago, Roberto had been the nerd of the family not destined for anything other than academics. He was destined to go to college, a pathetic nerd. Then one day he comes home talking about how some dude told him to start tanning. Of course, being the homebody Alistair refused to actually sit outside in the sun. Always talking about how bad direct sunlight it was for the skin outside of 60 mins of exercise.

Roberto just chuckled at that. Dumbest shit he’s heard. His brother was smart for school but really dumb with other things. Roberto knew his brother was just too much of a homebody to even sit in the backyard. Didn’t matter to Roberto though. As the younger brother he always knew he was the favorite. His grades were decent, but he had clearly inherited all the good genes in his family.  The golden child. He wasn’t an asshole enough to say it out loud, but he thought it all the time. Why couldn’t his older brother be bigger, stronger, and cooler?  Be the kind of man that Roberto could look up to.

Then again those were just his musing when he was a kid. Roberto held no respect for his brother in their high school years.

But then last week Roberto noticed that Alistair had packed on a few pounds of muscles. His brother said it was all in the sun, but Roberto knew that was a lie. Alistair got larger and hotter over the next few days. He wasn’t the same little nerd heading off to college anymore. Worst of all? No one remembered it any differently. Alistair and Roberto’s parents were fine with their oldest son looking like a grown ass man. All of Roberto’s friends were curious about his  cool older brother and why they never introduced him.

The anger inside Robert just boiled. No one ever realized it, except for his older brother, but even he didn’t know the reason behind it. That’s why when he told Roberto to relax today, Roberto ran to his room. He was supposed to be the cool one, the hot one. Why had the universe forsaken him and given it to his loser brother?

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.

—

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

“Oh, it’s been too long of a summer.” Linda said, holding her heart.

“I know. Can’t believe your sister volunteered to pay for his flight back.” Charles chucked. He always believed his wife’s sister was a cheap ass. But allowing their son to stay in California longer, then buying the plan ticket herself was a nice move

“Don’t get too excited,” Linda rolled her eyes, “ It’s not like Turbo Airlines has a first class. They’re inexpensive but only if you read and follow the fine print. They will try to charge you out the wazoo if they can.

Passengers from flight A264 began to appear. The parents stood proudly waiting for their son to show up. There were a few couples, older folks, and families. Then came this tall muscular fellow strolling out. He didn’t look too happy. His ears were plugged up with ear pods as his large hands were gripped around a phone 3 times smaller than his hands. The outfit he had on was ridiculous, a crop top and booty shorts. Wouldn’t have been a problem if the man didn’t have so much muscled ass hanging out.

“You think he’s a bodybuilder?” Linda asked as their eyes followed the man to the luggage pickup and stood with the rest of the crowd. The other people’s heads barely reached the man’s shoulders if that.

Charles let out a low whistle, “Whew-wee, that’s a big dude. It’s like a giant birthed him out.” leaning in his wife’s ear he said, “ Bet he came out fully grown, or maybe his huge dad shot him right out of the old baby maker.”

Linda gave a sigh but had a smile on her face, “You’re so stupid sometimes, Chuck.” She had to admit though, it was a good laugh. The two watched as the luggage carry started, and people began picking up their bags. The parents watched as people coming in from the flight died down, their son wasn’t anywhere. The giant guy in the crowd reached and lifted a tiny suitcase, off the track which morphed in mid-air into a bigger one. Setting it on the ground the large guy sucked his teeth, pushed up the handle and began rolling it. Questioning themselves the two parents looked at each other. Had they both seen that? Were their eyes playing tricks, By the time they looked back the man was in a different outfit. A navy-blue suit, pink shirt and black dress shoes of all things. The giant had actually stopped to study it. Apparently, he had noticed it too. He ripped off the blazer throwing it angrily on the ground and stomped on it. Pulling out his phone, which by the way now matches his huge pits perfectly, he dialed something. He continued on walking right by Charles and Linda.

Both of them heard him say, “ Mom, can you come get me now?”

“Did that just happen?” Charles asked. They looked around, the only other people there were the passengers from the flight, but no one seemed to care.

“It did, but don’t worry about that?” After waiting an extra 10 minutes hoping he had gone to the bathroom, the parents went to security. Linda called her sister while Security led them up to the airlines and gates. There was a woman at the desk for Turbo Airlines.”

“My sister said he definitely got on. Texted her and everything.” Linda shared hanging up.

“Excuse me, we’re looking for our son Tristian McKnight, he is about this tall, 15. Should have been on this flight.” Charles asked, trying to remain calm.

“Ah yes, Tristan! You must be his parents. Congratulations to you too!”

“For what?”

The lady’s face dropped. “For saving a fortune, this flight was originally—” She watched as the parents’ faces were lost. She’d seen this before. “ You two didn’t read the policy update, did you?”

“No, we didn’t even buy the ticket?” Linda said

“OH, that makes more sense. Since most of our flyers are regulars they already knew this but On October 17th we implemented a new policy. You see, babies are already bad enough, but unaccompanied minors are even worse. People don’t want to deal with that. So in order to take stress off the rest of our passengers. All unaccompanied minors are aged up.” She went to the computer pulling up a list, for this flight it was Sam Higgins and Tristan McKnight.

“What? We didn’t ask for this.” Charles stated

“No, but it is an understanding that when you buy the ticket you consent to all changes and Turbo can not be held legally responsible.”

“I’m going to have a word with Margret.”

Charles gently put a hand on his wife’s wrist stopping her, “Hold on, Where’s our son?”

“He’s still on the flight.” The lady smiled and led them forward through the gate. They walked down the connecting winding tunnel to the plane. Stepping on, she walked up the aisle until stopping at row G.

The parent’s mouths dropped; sleeping peacefully was a man who resembled a mature version of their son.

Won’t Get Past Me

No one could get past me. I was the best. Kong’s Security Service. And I was Kong. People hired me and my crew for all sorts of events, parties, weddings, high profile funerals. But one of my biggest clients during the summer was this one local music festival. Well local to me. People from all over the country flew just to come here. Before anyone asks, no it’s not Coachella. That music festival is for all ages except those under 18 who have to be accompanied by an adult. At this one, attendees had to be 21 and up. Alcohol was being passed around freely and I’m sure at night quite a few people were having sex. Who am I kidding, people were doing it in broad daylight if you knew where to look?

Anyway, enter Shawn and Eric. The town where my crew was stationed was small, but it was close to a collection of huge cities. The festival always likes to come near my town to take advantage of all the open space out in our country. As a small town, that meant everyone knew everybody. I always knew the kids from town. There was always some bet to see who could sneak into the festival I was guarding; the rumor was always pervasive over town. Summer made the senior high schoolers act wild. That wouldn’t be much of an issue but I couldn’t be everywhere at once. Most of my employees were from out of town. There’s no way they’d recognize the teenagers I’d seen since they were kids.

There was always something off about this festival though. Gave me a weird vibe. I think it was the bad weed the young people like to smoke these days. Kids in town would say no high school senior had attended all three days with me in charge. They couldn’t even get past one. It was funny how the kids thought I didn’t know about the ‘can you survive a night with Kong the Guard?’ Challenge.

Shawn and Eric wanted to test themselves against me. Or maybe they just wanted to see the famous people at the festival. Yet where there was alcohol, there would be no teenagers. My first move was to sneak up on the two they practically bolted out of their skin when I grabbed them by the nape of their necks. Gently of course. Teenagers would be teenagers; I wouldn’t pretend to be angry when I wasn’t. 18-year-old newly graduated high school seniors sneaking into the festival would always be more annoying and frustrating than true anger. Can’t speak for my employees but it felt like always trying to prevent a younger sibling from going into your room.

“We were just trying to enjoy the party.“ Eric said. This kid was definitely the smooth talker of the two. His short black hair, baby face and innocent smile got him away with a lot of shenanigans. He wasn’t much of a jock or anything, just a rule breaker.

“Is that true Shawn?” Now this kid was way more trustworthy. He had shaggy brown hair that he used to hide his face. No doubt Eric was the one who talked him into coming here. A meek mild-mannered kid if I ever saw one. Still, he gave no answer, simply quieting to avoid my gaze.

“Alright let me see them,” I sighed. They had to have used Fake ID’s. Honestly in a small town like ours where the hell were they getting them? Maybe they were driving out to the cities. The two young men grumbled handing over their terrible plastic squares. The moment I saw the pictures my mouth puffed trying to hold a laugh. In the picture it was no doubt them, but their necks and faces were slightly distorted to appear older. By the time I looked up, the two had taken off running.

“What the?” I took off after them, as they slipped into the crowd. Much easier for them to slip past all the grinding bodies. The music in the background stayed on steady. I was pushing people out of the way as I surged into the crowd. The two punks threw off their shirts trying to blend in more. Well, they weren’t going to deter me. Even as bodies hit them as they slipped passed, I kept my eye on them.

Then I think the weed people were smoking got to me, because I could of swore, the two teens’ bodies were changing. Their chest and backs would grind up against other dudes’ sweaty muscles who were actually there legally to enjoy the festival. Thought it might have been my imagination, but it almost felt like the other dudes were slamming into Shawn and Eric on purpose. Just when I was about to catch up to the two boys I tripped. I think one of the festival goers stuck their foot out on purpose to trip me up.

As I was struggling to get up, someone offered a hand. I graciously accepted it. Then I discovered that hand led to an even more massive arm. A very handsome young man had taken pity on me. My eyes were stuck on all the muscles this due was showing off.

“What are you doing on the ground man?” He asked, giving me a nice warm and friendly smile. Nice to know not everyone I was guarding were heathens. Then he used his hands to pat the dirt off the front of my uniform. Those large paws help get off a good heaping.

“Thank you, hey you wouldn’t have happened to see two teenagers running through here?” I asked.

“Teenagers? No way man. I definitely tell you if I saw some shit like that. Underage drinking isn’t cool.”

I was stunned. That certainly wasn’t the response I was expecting from a guy that looked like him. I thought nothing but partying would be on his mind.

“Wait, maybe my brofriend saw them. Yo, Eric!” I didn’t know if it was the music making me hear differently, or if the guy had slurred his words trying to say boyfriend.

“Hey, bro-babe what’s up?” A guy just as handsome as the first guy appeared from the dancing crowd. This Eric gave the first guy a quick peck on the lips. Eric had a dark beard and drink in his hand. Though the can didn’t look like beer, more like sprite or ginger ale. That threw me for another loop. But I did wonder why he had on sunglasses at night. Would young people do anything to look cool even if it’s impractical?

“This guy was looking for some teens, was wondering if you saw some?”

“ Ah can’t help with that Shawn; I’ve been in the crowd dancing with people all night.” Eric answered. “Then again what did these teens look like?”

“Well, they…” I opened my mouth, and nothing came out. I couldn’t remember who I had been chasing. Only that I needed to catch them. What were their names again? “I can’t remember”

“Must not have been important.” Eric snorted as Shawn put an arm around his back. “But that’s to be expected when you’re dealing with Kong.”

“Wait, you know who I am?”

It was then that Shawn’s eyes lit up. “Are you kidding?! Why do you think people love coming here because we know we can party without high schoolers trying to crash our vibe? Everyone knows how tight a ship you run here.”

Eric laughed, “ Yeah three days of straight partying and no sightings or teenagers ever! That’s awesome.”

I had to admit I was pretty good but was that exactly true. I know teenagers always talked about trying to sneak in. And certainly, I had chased after some before, but I couldn’t recall a single one who had. Not kicking them out or calling their parents to come get them. Was coming to the festival all talk? Something the seniors like to do for fun. See this was that feeling I always hated. I need to get away from the weed.

Just Like Dad

Honestly, I don’t even remember what I said exactly. I took my son out on a day trip that ended with us getting Ice cream. Typically, I was always working so my wife had a monopoly on bonding trips but today was all me. I planned, scheduled, and organized the trip. Then I think when he asked to get the same flavor I got, I smiled and spoke. When we came home I laid out my office clothes for the following week. I went downstairs and by the time I came back up my son had put on my clothes. I stifled a laugh as my shirt sleeves hung over his hands. “Wow son, you remind me more of myself every day,“ I said. But come on, that’s a thing parent’s say to their kids all the time. I guess sometime the universe decides to take people at their word on random days.

As I stated before my work life isn’t exactly accommodating so I don’t always get to be with my wife or son at optimal times. Normally I get in late at night, kiss my wife hello, then go to my son’s room to either kiss his forehead good night, or read him a bedtime story. Tonight I heard the TV on and just considered myself lucky. “ Hey junior time to turn the TV off,” I knocked.

“Mom said I could stay up later tonight.” I smiled at him. It was a Friday after all. I ended up reading him a story that night before going to see my wife.

“Did he put up a fight going to bed?”

:No. I think he was too tired because you let him stay up later.”

“Well he is a growing boy, we need to start treating him as such.”

“Of course,” I leaned on the bed and kissed her before going to take my evening shower. Our weekend was peaceful just us as a family sitting outside, having a picnic. When our son went off to play I leaned over to her. “ I think it’s time we start getting him some new clothes.”

“I know it’s like that hoodie is strangling him.” she added.

After that I didn’t catch up with my son for a while. I was coming home late and just fucking collapsing. In the morning I’d be too exhausted to say goodbye before my wife and him left. Things finally settled down at work and I got in around 10:00 pm. Later than my usual time, but better than the 12:00 arrivals I had been doing. I did my usual routine with my wife and this time appreciated getting to check on my son.

When I opened his door, things just felt off. An unsettling feeling. Imagine walking into your house and knowing small things had been switched around but not which things.That kind of unsettling. I kissed my son on his forehead goodnight as I turned to leave. I noticed his feet hanging off the end of his bed. Automatic mental note to get a bigger bed.

Next time I saw my son. He looked bigger as if he’d hit a growth spurt. I mentioned it to my wife, and she dismissed me, so I let it go. What I couldn’t let go of was he was up at 10:00pm on a school night. I put him to bed and read him a story. He quickly drifted off after that.

“I just don’t know what he was doing up so late.” I pulled back the comforter on the bed climbing in.

“You need to lighten up.” My wife read her book while, “ Junior’s a teenager, he’s going to start wanting more independence and things like longer curfews.”

“You’re right I suppose.” Then I caught myself. It was as if those words left my mouth on autopilot. “ Wait, who’s a teenager? Junior? No, he’s not.”

My wife huffed, ”It was a long day for me and I’m really not in the mood for this joke.” She turned the lights off in our room and went to bed. I chalked it up to a slip of the tongue, or the fact she might be messing with me. A few days later Junior’s new bed came and at a good time too. He was getting bigger and bigger every time I saw him. His bed was massive, almost the size of the one in our master bedroom. My wife would also say he packed away pounds of food. He was an eating machine. Yes, I noticed how weird everything was but it was almost like I couldn’t call attention to it. My mouth would just say something else. My son kept growing and maturing and I couldn’t do anything about it. I realized soon though they honestly didn’t believe anything was wrong.

Junior started going out, coming home late. Staying up playing video games well beyond his bedtime. One day I got up early to see my son and wife off. Imagine my surprise when my son pulled off in the car and drove himself to school. I couldn’t handle it. The height, the voice. it was all too different… and yet, kind of familiar.

One Saturday I called Junior out to our balcony to talk. He tried to say he made plans with friends, but I told him to sit on my leg. He made a face like he shouldn’t but ended up doing it anyway. Even he seemed surprised by that. Must have been automatic for him since he did it so often when he was a kid, which I must reiterate had been mere weeks ago. The feeling an 18-year-old put on my leg was insane. Then his body started to get heavier. His muscles were growing right on top of me. People often talk about how it is to see someone transform but can I be truthful? It’s scary like Eldritch body horror. There are way human muscles should and shouldn’t move. I even saw his abs come into existence m when I lifted his shirt. Made me nauseous.

There was so much for my mind to process I left my son alone for a while. His growth had halted or maybe even completely stopped. Wednesday that week had been a late night. I didn’t get home till around 1:00 am. I was quiet coming into the house and didn’t want to wake anyone up. As I made my way upstairs and snuck past my son’s room , I heard creaking. I paused and planted my ear on the door and listened. There was no way. He wouldn’t.

He would.

I opened the door and found my son on top of some girl. “Oh, shit dad!” He quickly grabbed a pillow covering his junk while the girl used the covers. “Junior we need to talk, Be downstairs in 10 minutes. Miss, I think you should leave.” I closed the door. The girl left and a few minutes later my son trotted downstairs. There was no doubt in my mind I was going to yell at him but the moment he stepped in the kitchen that changed.

“Junior, you can’t be doing that while your mom and I are here.” Once again a word that I hadn’t approved of left my mouth. “I know you’re growing but you have to be thoughtful of others.” I wrapped a hand around the back of his head and brought him in for a hug, Junior hugged me back.

“Thanks dad, you’re awesome.”

The words I said weren’t awful or unbelievable. I could see myself saying my son was actually a teenager having sex, that was the problem though. He shouldn’t have been. Why couldn’t I bring it up? My son went to bed while I crawled in bed with my wife letting out a long sigh. Holding in what you truly wanted to say was exhausting.

“Long day.” His wife mummed not even opening her eyes.

“You have no idea.” He sighed, going to sleep.

I slugged through the next morning and around the afternoon I started to go through my clothes and get them together for the next week. I had to stop. My mind was muddled. I went downstairs and had breakfast outside. I was enjoying the morning when the back door slid open. There, wearing everything, but my shirt was Junior. He strolled outside in my clothes and couldn’t take my eyes off him. The past few weeks I had been dealing with this rapid growth, but I hadn’t processed. Junior truly was looking like a young version of well…me.

And one last time before I even meant to speak my mouth said, “Wow son, you remind me more of myself every day,”

DAMN do I love Braden! I’ve always liked him. I sat on my porch when he cut the grass and now, I was on my back patio watching him do yard work. He had pulled off his shirt and left himself on display. When he went away to college earlier this year, I missed him so bad. Why did he have to be a year ahead of me? The dude was always built, but I overheard his parents telling mine he had joined a frat. No idea what that frat had done to him, but he came back as a Greek god. Muscles everywhere. If I played sports like him, I would have tackled him and licked those abs. He went into his shed and came out with a dirt barrel.

Spring break was honestly just too short. I wish I had applied to Braden’s college, but it was mostly a sports college and to be honest, I’m athletically challenged. My little brother got the athletic genes in the family. Though his love was for soccer. As for me,  Being a high school senior  with a college freshman of man meat for a next-door neighbor. I guess that’s what college did; took boys and brought them back as men. My cock was aching. I was only fantasizing about Braden’s sweaty abs that I didn’t even notice when the real Braden was in my backyard. He had easily hopped over his fence and was looking at me.

“Hey Hugo,” He had a cocky grin on his face as he blatantly stared at my tented shorts. “That for me?”  My jaw dropped as he chuckled. “What? Should I say it in Spanish.” He joked.

“If you could, that’d make me nut on the spot.”  Normally, I’d be fumbling but if he was going to be blatant so would I.

He threw his arm across his washboard abs and laughed. I made sure to watch how his muscles flexed. That’s when I noticed, clutched in his hand was his shirt from earlier. His sweat must have seeped into it by now. It had been wrapped around the lawn mower earlier but thankfully he’d brought it closer.

 “You can have this,” He held his shirt out.

“Huh?”

“I think you’ll appreciate it.” He winked before walking back to his yard. He put in his earphones then grabbed a barrel of dirt returning back to his work. The moment I was out of his sight I ran back into my house. I was never going to wash that shirt!!! The gods had looked down on me today. When I passed my little brother, I fucking launched myself over him to get to the steps and bolted. The kid didn’t see me coming as I hopped over him like an obstacle on a track. That’s what happened when you put a 10-year-old in my path. I slammed the door to my room inhaling the scent, spinning around. I fell back onto my bed. Laying there breathing in his smell would have been enough for me.

“Hugo, Hugo!” My mom called from downstairs. “It’s your turn to take Shelly for a walk. I wanted to ask if my dad or. Jose could do it. Sure, he was 10 but mom could walk with him? But there was no arguing against mom when always won. Sighing I kicked the door to my room open.  I left the shirt on my bed so I could sadly look at it as I walked downstairs. Taking Shelly’s leash I met her by the door wrapping it around her neck.  When we headed out I could still hear Braden working in his backyard.

While I was on my walk. I felt great. Normally, it was a slough for me to get back home, but the air and  the sun were tingling my skin. Looking up I realized there were barely any clouds in the sky. I lifted an arm to block out the light. A gasp escaped my lips and my arm had muscle. There was a true bicep there. Curious as to how that happened, I lifted my shirt. I had four abs. Never in my life had I been that fit. There was a small inkling in my mind that it was Braden’s shirt. No logic, just me being purely horny. I was bound to rush home, but Shelly certainly had other ideas. Dogs do whatever they want whenever they want no respect for their horny teenage owners.

By the time I actually did get home, I could immediately tell something was off. First of all my Mom, who had been downstairs cooking dinner, was gone. She never left while food was on she hated that her personal pet peeve. I went into the kitchen to make sure the stove was off. Spotting the oven dials and even opening it up there wasn’t  anything in there. Weird cause I thought I had smelt some food before leaving. Shelly abandoned me once she realized the walk was truly over. I called for mom and dad but no answer. Neither of them were home? Bad singing. Like grandma fell down the stairs badly. But even then, they would have called or at least texted.

“Jose?” I asked.

There was a shuffle of feet up stairs. I knew that panicked shuffle and where it was coming from. My room. That little twerp had snuck into my room. I thought he was overdoing that. As I walked up the stairs. I got a bit of vertigo. It was like the house had a small earthquake. Then I rushed up. “Hey are you okay?”  throwing my door open.

The inside of my room is completely different. There were a few trophies around and the sheets and walls were different. My pictures that I had up of me and some of my friends were gone. In fact, there was nothing that belonged to me here. My room had been vandalized! Where was my shit?

And laying on what used to be my bed was a tall guy. He sat up pulling off his shirt. He was hot as hell, rich brown skin, warm brown eyes, and slick black hair. And his torso was now on display. Perfect black boy hairs matched the same follicles covering his face. Shouting stranger danger would have been smart, but I was too mesmerized in that moment to think. Like how the guy even got in my house.

“I didn’t do it,” The man threw the shirt away from him. Turning to where it landed, I noticed it was MY SHIRT, rather the one Braden had just given me. The way the guy moved and seemed to shrink under my presence like he was deferring to me immediately gave me déjà vu. I knew that body language. No matter how big it got.

“Jose?”

“I just wanted to come into your room, then I saw the shirt.” Jose was studying his larger body and turning over his hands.

“What the hell did you—

I stopped talking. Then I examined my own body again, the small muscle that had grown on me. I only noticed it after the shirt. Walking over to it I picked it up off the floor. I couldn’t smell Braden on it anymore. Trust me, I took deep whiffs and I got nothing. Instead, there was another smell emanating in the room. It was coming from Jose. The short no longer smelled but my brother smelt like he had been in the sun. Not like a terrible BO smell but the smell of heat and sweat.

“Look what I can do!” Jose shouted. He fell back on the bed lifting one leg up. With longer limbs he certainly had gotten flexible. My brother is a hot guy now. I mean when he opened his legs, I finally realized hot people should be illegal.

 Walking over to him, I examined more of my room,  “We gotta take you to a hospital, probably call mom and dad too. Cause I have no idea what’s going on here.”

“Ah wait, you shouldn’t,” He said suddenly sitting up in his bed to grab my wrist before I dialed anything in my cell phone. He took his hand off my wrist. “They’re off on their date.”

“Date, what date?” Did dad suddenly surprise mom with something while I was out, that was from out of nowhere.

Jose eyebrows lowered as he seemed to be intensely thinking about something, “ You know… they always go on dates, keep them busy so they don’t have to think about being empty-nesters soon.”

“Empty-nesters? Who taught you that word? Also how are they going to be empty nesters, you’re 10?”

“10? That sounds right but it doesn’t feel right.” He lifted up one of the trophies from the side of his bed. After staring at it he rested on his leg. I thought he was going to say more but he sort of zoned out looking at me like his mind wasn’t even there. At first, I thought he was playing a prank, but he didn’t respond to me or even react when I waved my hand in his face. As I got closer, I took the time to stare at the trophy. It was his trophy or at least his name was on it. I sorted through the other ones. They all had his name on them. My room had become my brothers. I backed away in shock.

Braden’s shirt morphed in my hands into a soccer jersey.

My brother snapped back to reality. “ I knew you wanted to see my trophies!” He kept talking but it was like he had started from the middle of a conversation we weren’t having.

Before I could ask anything, my stomach released a growl

“Oh shoot! You’re hungry, why didn’t you say so.Then again, my bad probably should have started dinner.  I’ll go make something.”

“Since when can you cook?” I trailed him out of my room he trotted down stair while

“That’s just college life man,” He stated.

I stopped before heading down the steps after him. I peeked into my other brother’s actual room. Sure enough, most of my things had been migrated there. There were a few weights on the floor which I had never seen in my life. I didn’t go downstairs until the smell of food became unbearable. I needed to eat before I could process all this. I had just come downstairs and passed by the door then there was a knock. By now it had to be at least 7:00pm. The food was calling me but I decided to be gracious and answer the door.

Standing there grinning was Braden. “ Welcome to the frat bro!” He said before stopping and cocking his head to the side. “You don’t look…didn’t you put on my shirt?”

“I knew it was your shirt! What did you do to my little brother?”

“Oh shit, little Jose got it?” He scratched his head.

“Well, I don’t know if the term little applies anymore.”  I grumbled.

“Hey who’s at the door?” My brother walked out of the kitchen still shirtless. Once he locked eyes with Braden he paused. “Oh, hey man,” He nodded before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Looks like he ended up a soccer player.” Braden’s eyes shifted to me. “Would have been great to have you on the football team though.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

“Well, my frat just got a new brother. Perhaps you should be glad you didn’t get my shirt, I mean shit! Your brother just rocketed through puberty. He’s probably a Junior or senior. You would have ended up beyond college. That’s my bad though, I didn’t think I was so potent.”

I was left aghast as. Braden took off with just a pat on my back. Trying to convince Jose he had been my kid brother once was pointless. Him and the rest of the world believe he had been born before me. He was my talented older brother, the golden child.  Even at the end of spring break my mind hadn’t healed when my brother rode off to college with Braden in what should have been my spot! As Braden pulled off he smiled at me. “See you in the summer.” Before driving off leaving me with a wink.

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“Dude! Look how fuckin’ small you got! Shit! Who’s the little faggot now? Huh? Huh?” Nathan poked at me sides as he taunted me. I’d have been more mad if I weren’t so turned on. His massive body was nothing that I could do anything against. But the emotions that were running through me conflicted. I just took it. “Oh right. You don’t know,” he laughed.

“Know what?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he glared. “Don’t worry about it.” He plopped down onto the couch and stripped off the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. “Sweet,” he chuckled again. “To think Chloe ever dated you…” Another glare was shot towards me. Then he flexed. I felt my face turn red as my hands covered up my hardening dick. Nathan always found it hilarious. “Bitch,” he laughed as he stood up. “Well, I’m going to get ready for my date tonight. So you better not be here when I come back. Got it?”

“G-got it!” I stammered.

“Good,” he said. As Nathan passed me, he gave me a firm slap to my back. I staggered, drawing another laugh from him. ‘God, no wonder you were like this,’ he muttered to himself. The widening grin on his face showed just how much he enjoyed it as well.

I stood there quietly as I watched him go into his room and then start the shower. A deep breath slowly escaped as I relaxed again. One of my hands started to massage my dick. “Stop it…” I scolded it. Still, I couldn’t help but want to continue. Just feeling his rough hand nearly knock me over turned me on. It lead to so many other thoughts of what he could do. A deep sensual moan quickly followed as I plunged onto couch.

My body twisted and turned as I thought about it more and more. But then my hand hit something. “Hmmm?” I was taken out of the fantasy for just a moment as I realized it was his phone. ‘He left his phone out here!?’ My giddiness doubled over as I listened for the shower in the other room. He’d be indisposed for at least 20 or 30 minutes. I couldn’t believe it. Finally, I’d be able to do what I’d been planning.

Over the last month I’d been watching him enter his password. With that I could get to see his nudes! I clutched the phone tightly as I squirmed on the couch. I hadn’t even seen anything yet, but my excitement was making it so hard to do anything else. “Calm down… Calm down…” I breathed. The smile on my face wouldn’t go down as I typed in the four-digit code.

“I’m in!” I squealed. I quickly went to his gallery. And there they were. Picture after picture that he’d sent to different girls of him flexing. His massive cock jutted out in front of him, hard as a rock. Each pose showed off his athletic build perfectly. He’d been working out for more than just sports lately giving more definition to his arms and chest.

I continued to squirm. This time on my back as I tried to figure out a way to save the photos. I went back to the home screen. Looking around it was the same normal apps, except for one. ‘Chronivac?’ I wondered. I’d never heard of something like that. With how normal the rest of his phone was the app really looked out of place. And more I stared, the more compelled I was to click.

My desires gave in and I watched it open. But I was only met with confusion. Grayed out letters spelled out, ‘type what you would like to change.’ Even stranger were all the things above it. ‘I’m built like a bodybuilder.’ ‘Women want to fuck me whenever they see me.’ ‘I can have sex all the time.’ ‘Brad Channing’s a little bitch who loves it when I make fun of him.’ ‘Brad Channing gets turned on when I make fun of him.’

Statements like that continued. I was a bit confused. All of that was true, but I didn’t understand why he’d write it in his phone. If this was some kind of diary, writing, ‘I have a massive cock even guys want to get fucked by,’ seemed a bit unnecessary. After seeing his nudes, I couldn’t exactly disagree with the statement though.

And then I looked at the grayed-out words again. ‘Type what you would like to change…’ Butterflies filled my stomach. Something like this couldn’t be real. But I started to type, ‘I send my nudes to Brad Channing.’ I quickly went to my phone. However, all I found were my own nudes. “What the hell?!” I’d never taken anything like that. But there was my phone full of nude pictures of myself. I’d apparently been trying to emulate Nathan.

My attention quickly went back to Nathan’s phone. ‘Nathan Beckett loves sending me his nudes,’ I typed instead. Butterflies entered my stomach again as I opened up my own phone. I went to my text messages and there was Nathan’s name at the top. I opened it up and dozens upon dozens of photos of him were there. Each one followed by a snarky statement. Not that I cared. But there they were. I squeezed my phone.

My excitement wouldn’t get the better of me. I needed to focus. This thing actually worked! I needed to use it quickly. The shower had turned off. ‘Nathan Beckett loves walking around the apartment completely naked when he’s alone or with me.’ ‘Nathan Beckett loves it when I watch him work out.’ ‘Nathan Beckett only makes fun of me because he wants me to fuck him.’

The door to the bathroom was opening. ‘Nathan Beckett leaves his phone in the living room all the time.’ I typed and tossed the phone onto the other side of the couch. He stepped out toweling off his hair. Below that? Nothing. He was completely nude. His cock swung from side to side as he dripped water on the floor.

“Hey bitch,” he said. His cock jumped with joy as he said it. A bit of confusion washed over his face but it quickly disappeared. “You see my phone?”

“Uhhh…” I tried to act nonchalant. But then looked over to the other side of the couch. “There?” I reached for it but Nathan was far faster.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he glared down at me. His arms crossed against his massive chest. “You trying to get more pics out of me? I give enough to a fucking gay loser like you. Yet you want more? God damn your needy.”

With each insult I watched as his cock bounced. Blood flowed into it, quickly hardening it. I couldn’t believe it actually worked. He was really getting turned on. “I—”

Before I realized it, he’d grabbed my face and shoved it into his it. “There you go you needy little bitch. Bet you’re not used to feeling a like a real man. Really soak it in.”

My body struggled at first, but then relaxed as I sniffed the slightly sweaty but smooth skin. Even after his shower, a bit of the musk stayed. I stayed cautious. This was so different. I wasn’t used to it. But slowly my hands started to reach out for him. To run up against his firm pecs. I gripped them.

“Hey!” he shoved me down onto the couch. “I never said you could touch.” As I hit the couch I watched his cock throb with excitement. He continued to shove me down into it, then straddled my body. I felt my own harden. The tension held. “Dude you’re so fucking weak. Just look at me compared to you,” he flexed his thick arms and gave it a slap. “You can’t fucking handle something like this.”

That’s when he sat down. I let out a hearty grunt as I gripped the couch. My dick slid into him like it’d done it a hundred times before. Almost like his ass was meant to fit it perfectly. He let out a bit of a grunt as well but held his tough guy act, only letting a bit of wincing on his face. But he didn’t stop. He kept bouncing slightly, sliding it in and out of him.

“That’s it bitch. God this turns you so on like the little queer you are. I can’t believe I used to be intimidated by you. You’re so weak… Huff. And—Small… And–… Sexy,” His hands gripped my shoulders as he finished all over my chest. I couldn’t help it either. Hearing him say ‘sexy’ was better than I could have imagined. After so many insults to hear that he couldn’t help himself around me, was too much and I finished inside him. “Damn it…” he cursed as he climbed off me. “Now I gotta go clean up. Chloe’s gonna be mad if she has to wait.”

Nathan stood up and walked back to the bathroom. “Fucking loser,” he cursed as he closed the door. “Damn it…” I couldn’t help but notice his dick rise to attention again. And looking over at the other end of the couch sat his phone.

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