He was all out of options too, all his stars were knocked out on the bench due to injury or other commitments and he no longer had his College team ready to compete!
He scratched his beard thoughtfully as he stared into his mug of coffee. The game was in only a couple hours, how in the hell could he create an entirely new team? It was impossible! Unless…
He stood and rifled through the drawers of his desk. He had sworn that these wouldn’t be used unless there was an extreme emergency.
He pulled out an unassuming orange pill bottle, the contents rattling about.
“B34R Pills”. He read aloud. “Jock edition- Football”.
B34R was originally a virus that had swept isolated parts of Europe and other countries, rooting itself in human DNA only to be harvested by interested companies and used for fast-acting supplements, capable of turning even the scrawniest of geeks into musclebound giants in seconds.
The coach looked out his window at the empty field thoughtfully and made his decision.
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Timothy wasn’t a very fit boy, in fact, he wasn’t fit, period. He was small and slender, completely unfit to run a mile let alone do it constantly, holding a ball.
So, when he got the email from the school Coach to come in early and speak about something urgent, he thought it was unusual. The college freshman wasn’t sure what was going to happen, nervously sitting down and accepting the water cup he was given.
The moment a sip of the cool liquid slithered down his throat, things began to swell.
In seconds his scrawny shoulders had ballooned outwards and his neck thickened considerably, feeling his voice to animalistic grunts. “Wha-“ he let out before a symphony of grunts and moans left his mouth.
“Calm down boy, soon you won’t remember anything that happened here. Only football, get it? Though you might be thinking of other balls after this too.” Coach remarked, watching the man’s lats fan out as his arms swelled like a gorilla’s.
Tim’s waist tightened as his abs came in one after another, followed by his thick thighs and shapely legs, leading up to a muscular ass and a sphincter that would be permanently virgin tight due to all that round muscle.
Tim’s pecs ballooned in front of him, a pelt of black hair taking root all over his body and giving him an effortlessly scruffy and sexy look. This was finalised with the reshaping of his face into a handsome smirk.
Tim’s eyes fluttered as his brain tried to work through the pleasurable stupor, his cock and balls twitching and pulsing as more and more growth surged through him. It was getting hard to think, especially with his cock rock hard and his balls so full. ‘Fuck, gonna need one of those cheerleaders to drain me. Not the bitchy girls, one of the hot twinks’ll do.’ He thought, cognitive function slowing to a halt.
Coach looked at the newly christened jock, helping the man to his feet. “How do you feel son?” He asked.
“Fucking great Coach! Gonna need more of that stuff when I get back from- Uh…” he trailed off, meaty hand coming to fondle his balls, neatly tearing the fabric straight off.
“Go on then, can’t have you fucking somebody on the field.” The older remarked, watching the jock bound out of the room and no doubtedly down the halls to eventually find a guy willing to deep throat his 11 inch pole.
Evan’s senior year mostly consisted of his capstone project, which was creating nanites that could swarm over an object and change it to anything you could think of. There was no denying that someone like Evan could do this, a certified genius. It would require a lot of time, though, especially to get it perfect before the end of the spring semester, which also wasn’t a problem for Evan. He was painfully shy and even struggled to talk with teachers at times, but he knew what he was doing and wanted to excel.
A month or so before he was set to present the nanites, there was a slight accident. Evan had originally come up with the idea for the nanites in the first place so that he could transform his bullies into weaklings. Of course, that required that the nanites be able to change skin, muscle, bone and the human body in general. Evan had just wanted to take one nanite out, one, and see if it would transform a tiny little piece of his body. Unfortunately for him, he spilled a bit too many out of the container and onto his body.
He cleaned them up immediately after the accident, but of course, there were too many nanites for him to count, and the program he had created to see where they were said that they were all in the lab. He had to work on pinpointing their location, which meant that he didn’t know that some of the nanites remained on his body and blended in with his skin, staying there even after he showered or shaved or did something that might have removed the nanites later that day. Evan didn’t think anything was amiss until a few days later.
When working on the nanites in the lab, Evan suddenly realized something. He hadn’t been out of breath at all these past few days. He had pretty severe asthma, so having no attacks for this long was quite a rarity. His skin seemed to be glowing as well and was free from most of the acne that had plagued him for years. Overall, Evan appeared to be more healthier than he had been before the nanites landed on him. Despite him being a genius, he didn’t stop to think that the nanites were doing that.
However, Evan definitely did notice something was wrong when he looked in his closet on Saturday. He had forced himself to have a day off, but at least wanted to get dressed instead of lounging in his pajamas. That option was looking better and better, though, as something had happened to his clothes overnight. All of his dress shirts and polos had changed to stringer tees and compression shirts, and his khakis were now athletic shorts or gray sweatpants. No one had entered his room but him, according to the sensors he had set up, so it couldn’t have been his bullies.
Then it hit Evan right in the head. Changing fabric material was one of the first changes Evan had programmed into the nanites. He had seen a new task on the program list, but Evan had originally thought it was just a leftover from testing. When he actually looked into it, though, he was shocked. He apparently hadn’t cleaned up all of the nanites from the accident earlier that week, and they had replicated in his room and taken on a mind of their own. That would have been incredibly fascinating, if it wasn’t for the fact that their analysis concluded that Evan wanted to be a dumb sexy jock for some reason. Evan tried to abort this group of nanites and reverse their changes, but since they had achieved some form of artificial intelligence, there was nothing Evan could do for this group of nanites, and he feared that if he used other nanites to reverse the changes, then they could become infected too.
He spent the rest of the day at the lab, not working on his presentation but trying to figure out how to solve this problem. It was almost midnight by the time he realized he needed to go to sleep. He made his way back to his dorm room and turned the light on. Thankfully, he had a single and lived next to heavy sleepers, so he didn’t wake anyone up. He probably would have if he had yelled upon seeing what his room had become. Pictures of bodybuilders and male movie stars now plastered the walls instead of the periodic table and pictures of scientists. His books were replaced with porn DVDs, and the room itself reeked of musk and cum.
This was probably due in part to how messy the room had become since Evan had left this morning. His clothes were now scattered all over the floor, and in addition to the shirt and pant changes, his underwear had been transformed into jockstraps and thongs, most of them with cum stains on them. His white socks thankfully didn’t change much, but they were now used as cum rags and tossed all over the room, and there was no sign of his dress socks. Evan surprisingly fell asleep quickly, despite the stench that permeated the room.
He was back in the lab bright and early the next morning, making little progress on how to fix the nanites that were changing his life. Ironically, he was making progress in getting fitter he learned, as when he looked in the mirror before showering that night, he had a faint outline of abs and his pecs were no longer flat on his chest. “No, I don’t want to be a jock!” Evan cried out and made sure to scrub as hard as he could. However, that didn’t work, and he was slowly getting bigger and bigger throughout the week.
His arms slowly increased in size, going from thin and lanky to having melon-sized biceps by the end of the week. His pecs underwent a similar transformation, getting bigger and bigger throughout the week and a bit firmer as well. By the end of the week, they had jutted out from his chest a fair bit and were rounded yet hard. That ab outline had slowly progressed to a six-pack. While it wasn’t as chiseled as some of the other jocks around campus, there was no mistaking that Evan looked like a jock, especially when factoring in his shredded obliques. His ass had also blown up over the course of the week and had gotten juicier, and his legs had gotten much more massive as well.
Despite the dramatic changes to his appearance, Evan wouldn’t have minded turning into a sexy jock, as the nanite programming called it, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was being dumbed down as well. Much like the muscle growth, it was a gradual progress. He soon began to forget formulas he had memorized and how to operate some of the complicated programs on his computer. He thought more and more about working out and having sex with hot guys than working on the nanites or even his capstone presentation.
Wednesday was quite interesting, as Evan was still panicked over his muscle growth and dumbing down, but he had progressed far enough into being a dumb sexy jock that he had passed the point of no return. Instead of trying to stop them and reverse the effects, Evan used the last few hours that he was smart enough to do so to program some end goals into the nanites. He didn’t want to become some brain-dead hulking muscle monster, but these goals would keep him as a dumb sexy jock. By Thursday morning, he was no longer panicked about the nanites, and was actually quite blissful, as he was turning into a himbo with practically no effort on his part.
By Friday evening, the nanites had reached their end goals and successfully turned off. The old Evan would have been proud, but the new Evan wasn’t concerned with that. He was going to hit the club later that night with his friends, wearing a shirt that showed off his impressive pecs and shorts that had his nice juicy bubble butt on display. He had no cares in the world, partying, working out, and having sex for the rest of the semester. He ultimately didn’t graduate, but he was able to support himself by stripping at a local club and opening up a highly successful OnlyFans account. The university took over his nanite program and they proved to be highly successful. Only a few staff members knew who had actually created them and what he was doing now.
“Lookin’ good, doc” I said to myself as I admired Dr. Khan’s face and bodyDr. Khan is the doctor that lead my elder sister surgery and I know from the first time I saw him, there’s a fuckin’ great body underneath all of his clothes. And hell yeah I’m right. To make it even hotter, he’s fuzzy and don’t forget about his Indian package. It’s hairy and quite remarkable, and so sensitive, even the slightest touch could turn it on. He’s a bachelor and live in LA, enjoying glamorous life in swanky resort-styled home that faced the Hollywood sign. He’s smart, he’s rich, he’s hot and he’s single, what could be better than this?
Being a doctor always been my dream but I never ever predicted that it would be faster and so much easier. I don’t have to study those medical’s shit and spent my parent money, it’s already inside my brain, ready to use anytime and anywhere I needed it. For the real Dr. Khan, well he just need to suck it off and live my life from now on because I don’t even know how to switch back and even though if I know, I’ll never want to be back at my old life. It’s such a waste if I threw this life away.
I explored my newly acquired body, touching my hard yet hairy abs while jack myself off with my left hand. I make faces and moaned out loud as I increased the speed and after some good pump, I shot loads after loads to the floor, to the mirror and to my body.
I jacked off 3 times in that single moment in the bathroom and this body is just so fit, it doesn’t feel tired. And by the way the cum tasted great, well it’s normal though, Dr. Khan here never ever jacked off in his life except once, 3 months ago.
He was a nerd during his childhood until he graduated from college and after working in here, he started to bulked up, trying to add some confidence and muscle mass into his body. Well, jacking off would be a daily routine from now on doc, alongside with lifting and working out, so get yourself ready. And yeah, banging random twinks will be a weekly routine for you too.
I clean myself and ready to hit the gym, and ready to score my first ass tonight.
Finally, my first class is finished. It’s just introduction class and we are pretty much free after that. As I headed to the college park, I see a bunch of people surrounding someone who raised his hand in the air and said
“Free cellphones for freshman! Boys only! You don’t have to join us, but we are pretty sure that you will!” the big guy said, followed by some chuckle from the frat boy that stands in front of their frat house
It turns out that the Sigma Nu frat just randomly give cellphones to the freshman and I’m one of the lucky freshman to get the brand new cellphones. Well, it’s about time for me to change phone since my old phone is just not really “up to date”.
Then, I checked on the “Music” apps and there’s already some music in there. I plugged on the earphone and listened to the music. My favorite type of music are rock and EDM and from the song title, I thought it will be some sort of indie-rock or unknown EDM music, but it’s only voices, random male voices stated things like
“Join us now and find the Nu you!”
“You’ve been selected to embark on a journey to find the Nu you deep inside yourself”
And other weird stuff, but it’s quite easy-listening though. Better than those rock music or ear-blasting EDM. Instead, the voices are calming me down, soothing but at the same time demanding. While listening to the music, I checked out the gallery and there’s already like 100 photos or so, and it’s all like motivational pics about work out and something. I frowned to each drawing, realizing in the end of each motivational quotes, there’s always a sentence
“To be The Nu You” .
The maker of these pics must be silly because it should be “New” instead of “Nu”. But somehow, I felt relaxed to see the pics, it made me motivated to work out.
Huh, what kind of thought is that? Me working out? Hell yeah, never in a million year. I even can’t lift more than 20 kg weight and now I’m thinking about workout?
My mind must be exhausted because of workout, I mean study. What the fuck is wrong with me?
*1 year later *
It’s a fantastic year. I joined Sigma Nu anyway and leave my boring live behind. Somehow, I’m interested to hit the gym lately to make sure that my body stayed hard and sexy all season long. The motivational pics and music from coach pumped me up to be a better boy so I can please Coach and my senior in the frat with my progress.
I also ditched my studies and changed to P.E because it’s way more simple than uh….what was my degree? Some lame engineering shit that just made my time wasted with no happiness. That’s not important anymore. What’s important now is that I’ve to hit the gym after finished this jog and I’ll go to my classes and straight ahead to meet the boys in the frat after that. Busy schedule but hey as long as I’ve the other boys, I will be just fine.
Well, it’s true that college will bring out the Nu You.
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.
Jesse is a very bright student. He’s smart, socially active and even that he’s considered as a nerd, but everyone likes him, even the jocks like him too because he loved to help those jocks in their study. But, some teacher considered him as a “smart but cocky kid who think that he can outshine his own teacher”, and it’s including Mr.Roberts. Mr. Roberts is a Spanish teacher, one of the class where Jesse excelled at it, some student even considered him to be smarter than Mr.Roberts and make the students, instead of asking Mr. Roberts help, they asked Jesse’s help, and one day, Liam (one of his student) said in the middle of his classes"We already know about it sir. Jesse already taught us about that"Mr. Roberts is pissed of and then walked out from the class. A lot of thing races in his mind and then he come with a conclusion"It’s all Jesse’s fault. He’s such a cocky nerd. I’ll punish him for his cockiness"
A week after that incident, Mr. Roberts come to the classroom and he teaches normally and when the bell rang, everyone walked out from the classroom to go home. Jesse walked out last, and Mr. Roberts make his move. He knocked Jesse out with a slight “some kind of karate stuff” to his neck and it make Jesse passed out. When Jesse woke up, he already tied up in a chair and Mr.Roberts is behind him, closing Jesse’s mouth with a duct tape. Mr.Roberts already on his wifebeater and half naked, make Jesse thinks that he’ll be harass him and force him to do some “gay” stuff.
Mr. Roberts stand in front of Jesse, fully erect and grinning devilishly. Than, Mr. Roberts said
“You know what kid, you are so smart. I never been as smart as you when high school and it seems like you are too smart to be a high school student, so I’m going to do something to make you like a real high-school student”
Jesse still can’t move as Mr. Roberts close all the curtain in the classroom and turned off the lamp, make the room totally dark. Then, Jesse feel a hand touch his legs and then he heard a some kind of weird words, like a spell or something and then he feel ache. His legs, somehow getting bigger and bigger as that hand rubbed his legs and he can tell that massive amount of hair start to grow on his leg. His feet also get bigger and his shoes is already to small for him. His jeans started to tear apart too. Then, that hand reach his crotch and rub it and in a second, he feel like his dick is getting bigger and longer and some “bushes” started to grow. After that, the hand rub his flat stomach and pecs and suddenly, his pecs swollen and his abs got harder, he can tell it just from hearing the sound of the rope that tied him start to rip. Then, the hand, touch his arm and in instant, his arms got swollen. His biceps and triceps popped out and his white shirt totally ripped into 2. And then, the hand touched his face and his face start to reshaped and after that, the hand moved to the top of his head and then, another word was chanted and Jesse start to feel drained, all of his memory drained and replaced by the new one. His name is Jonah Jensen Manning. He is a quarterback, popular among the girls, but totally dumb. He is a very talented football players and also a talented person on bed, but that’s it. All of his memory about being a smart nerd is gone and the longer that hand stays in his head, the dumber he get. After 5 minutes, the lamp was on again and the sun shine so brightly throughout the window. He already free from the rope that tied him and then he see Mr. Roberts. Oh yeah, he just done a remedial because he is failing again in Spanish, but he doesn’t care about it, he failed in every subject except PE anyway. Jesse grabbed his bag from the floor and get out from the class, heading to the football field.
“Fuck, coach will be mad if I’m late.Better to get hurry” Jonah said as he ran across the hallway to the football field behind his school
In the Spanish classroom, Mr.Roberts smile widely because finally, the smart and kind Jesse Andrews already replaced by the meat-headed, football jocks Jonah. He is so happy because now, everyone will listen to him again because no one will learn from a dumb jocks like Jonah Manning, adios Jesse!
I’m straight. I recently broke up with my girlfriend. It was a hard time for me but my best friend John was at my side. We know each other since Kindergarten but since highschool something changed. I always felt better when he was near me. He was this good looking, muscular womanizer and I was the skinny guy. He always dressed nice: tight shirts, leather jacket and boots and so on. Something about it turned me on and he sometimes felt it. He joked about it, sometimes he jokingly said if I want to sniff him. Of course I said no as I’m straight but that moment never left my mind.
Now that I was in a bad mood because of my break up he came over to cheer me up but I had different plans.
I opened the door after he knocked and let him in. Closing the door behind him, I grabbed the rag with chloroform from my back pocket and pushed it from behind onto his face. Totally shocked, he tried to push me away from him but I clinged onto him like a used gum to the sole of a boot. He went on his knees which caused his leather boots to creak.
I started to feel that he got weaker until he passed out. I didnt remove the rag for quiet some minutes to make sure that he really is unconscious. I pulled his limb body onto my bed and tied him up.
I never saw him sleeping so this was a new experience too. He looked so handsome passed out.
Even though I was able to grow a good beard I always were skinny and with that a bit jealous of my best friend John. I now knew the feelings I had when he was near me. I always wanted to be like him. Tall, muscular, good looking. I wanted to strip him and put on his clothes and he should be able to see every single step of it. Of course I dont want to loose him as a friend after this so I already bought a bottle of forgetful potion for him when I finished.
I waited for him to be awake again to start with my plan.
“Dennis! What did you do to me?”, John shouted after he noticed that I tied him up on my bed.
“I thought you wanted to cheer me up Jonathan.”, I answered. I saw in his eyes that he was scared, I never called him by his full name before.
I continued:“I want to feel good again. I love the way you look Jonathan! I’ll strip every single cloth off of you and I’ll put it on myself, starting with your boots. After that I want to have some fun with you…”
I looked at him with dead eyes as he tried to free himself, but he had no luck. When he looked back at me I saw the fear and sadness in his eyes.
I came closer to him and started to stroke his leg while I opened the first lace of his boots. I pulled them of his feet, closed my eyes and started to sniff them. The smell of sweat and warm leather turned me on. I noticed how my dick raised.
When I opened my eyes again I saw that John’s bulge has grown too.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who likes this.”, I commented while staring at his bulge.
He growled back and I saw a tear run from his left eye.
I turned back to his clothes pulling each wool sock from his feet. I knew that he was ticklish so I ran my fingers down the sole of his foot.
His body cramped and moved uncontrollably because he wanted to suppress his laughter. Satisfied with his feet, I began to undo his belt. He tried to fight back but he was without a chance. I pulled down his jeans to reveal that he wore a jockstrap. I let out a quiet laugh, I never thought he would wear something like this. I pulled it down too to reveal his massive cock. Satisfied with what I get to play with later I started to get into his clothes. I undressed completely and started to get into his jockstrap. It was to large for me so I had to hold it up until i put on his jeans and closed the belt. It felt So good to wear it I could smell his parfume and sweat, I was so turned on. I put on his thick wool socks he wore in his boots. They were cold as they were drenched in his sweat. I let out an uncontrolled moan and smiled at him.
“Looks like your feet were really hot in there.”, I said to him, lying on my bed, his lower half completely undressed and his cock standing at a right angle to his body.
His eyebrows drew together in an angry look. “I’ll kill you as soon as I’m free!”, John shouted. I belittled his words as I was so hyped to get into his boots!
They stood in front of me and as I grabbed the first one I felt my heart beating faster synched with my cock. I knew I’d cum as soon as I put them on and it was an honor for me to do it into John’s jockstrap. After I put on his first boot I felt something weird in my body. My blood felt warmer and I thought I grew a little bit. I dismissed it as an illusion and grabbed his second boot. As soon as I put it on I felt the same again. I looked at John and he was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. I looked down at myself and I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was John’s body. Everything was there from his muscles to his veins and I lost my chest hair. I ran to a mirror to take a selfie. I had to save this moment for myself.
When I came back to John it looked like he has made peace with the situtation he was in. I knocked him out again to strip him of his beautiful black leather jacket and his grey v-neck tshirt that defined his muscles.
I played with my new body until John was awake again so he could continue to put on the last parts of his clothes. I felt so good, strong and masculin now, I didnt want to change back to my old appearence.
“I think I’ll stay in your clothes for some days John. Dont you see how good it fits me?”, I said to him.
I crawled onto the bed kneeling now over him. I ran my, no, his fingers down his muscular body and stopped when they reached his hairy ballsack and huge cock.
“Let us see if you’re really straight John…”, I said while starting to stroke his dick. It got even harder than it was before and he started to get an orgasm and almost cum. It was so pleasing to be in this body, to have this clothes on to see that your love of your life is almost cumming while you stroke his dick.
I put his dick into my mouth. It was warm and pulsated in a rythm. I somehow knew I had to get him to cum into my mouth to get to my orgasm too. I played on his dick with my tongue and I started to suck really hard. John moaned and shot his first big load right into my throat. I felt how he started to climax and I sucked even harder as he shot his second load into my mouth. I started to notice that his cock started to feel smaller in my mouth. I looked at John and saw that his muscles started to deflate and that chesthair started to grow on him. When I saw his face I was shocked. I looked into my old face. I continued to suck until his dick was dry.
When I stood up in front of my bed I couldnt believe it. John took the appearence of my old body. He looked dazed.
“John?! Is everything okay?”, I asked him.
He looked at me and answered:“Johnathan, why are you calling me by your name. You know I’m Dennis.”
I was so happy. I freed him and ran to the bath. I took of the boots and to my surprise I didnt change back into my old body so I put them back on.
John, I mean now Dennis, stood in front of me as I opened the door again.
“Is everything okay John? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”, he said.
“Everything is fine. I have to go now.”, I mumbled.
I grabbed John’s, now my, car keys, said goodbye to Dennis and left his house.
That was three months ago. Dennis is now back together with his ex girlfriend, the reason for all of this. I’m happy to be in this body and I dont want to switch back. I think I’m doing it more justice than the old John. I know have an incredible leather jacket and boot collection I can cum off of.
Dennis and I are still best friends as he doesn’t remeber what happened on that day and I’ll never tell him.
It started off a normal day like any other for Isaac, but things wouldn’t end the way they would before. Little did he know someone was plotting their revenge on him. The other day some jocks were teasing and bullying him and snapped at them. He called them big, dumb hairy oafs who will get nowhere in life from being such idiots. He would also frequently tell others, students and faculty alike, about their activities, whether it be bullying, sexually harassing others or whatever else. They beat him up for it and pissed them off. They set up a trap in the lockerroom and lured him there by forcing a close friend of his, Alan, to text him to go there at a specific time. After, they turned on the friend and changed him. Made them one of them.
When Isaac got there he saw nobody at first but as he was searching the lockerroom suddenly he was grabbed from behind and shoved into the wall. He was shocked as to what he saw. He saw his friend Alan all beefy and jockish. He demanded for Alan to tell him what’s going on here and he responded by saying he doesn’t know any Alan and that his name is Tyler. Tyler then told Isacc that he has been causing problems for the jocks and that the problem needs fixing.
Tyler pulled off one of the shoes that he was wearing and Alan could smell from the moment he did how horribly it reeked… but there was something… alluring to it as well. Tyler shoved the shoe over Isaac’s nose and he covered Isaac’s mouth with his hand. Eventually, no matter how hard he tried not to, he had to take a breath and when he inhaled, the stench permeated his brain. He liked the feeling that washed over him and took another inhale. Bysaic felt it again, not realizing that not only was he starting to get dumber but his body was tingling as well. Eventually he grabbed the shoe and kept inhaling it all on his own. The more Bryasic would, the taller, hairier, beefier and dumber he would get. His memories also started to change from anime clubs and conventions to playing ball. Bryace’s sexuality also changed. He found he now was attracted to other men like him now. After Bryce fully transformed, he grabbed onto his former friend and now boyfriend Tyler and started making out with him. The lesson here is: don’t piss off a jock, they just might make you into one of them.
Rodney has it all. He’s hot, talented, fit, straight, white & male - he’s the one that has every opportunity and advantage imaginable. Unfortunately, having it all means he also has weirdos and stalkers too. he doesn’t mind it if it’s a hot lady but he wants nothing to do with the gays who lust over him. The worst of them all is Jason, a science major who has stolen his clothes from his locker more than once. After catching him in the act recently, he decided to teach him a lesson. He went to a shady witchcraft to have a set of his clothes cursed and then left them in his locker and waited for Jason to try and steal them.
It was 3 days later that Jason decided to pull his stealing stunt again but this time he had a little surprise in store for him. At first, it was just sniffing and licking Rodney’s jockstrap but then Rodney saw Jason from his hiding spot be overcome with an intense need to wear the clothes. He stripped and put the jock on and when he did he noticed he had grown significantly down there to fit the jockstrap but instead of taking it off and being freaked out, he for some reason found it so hot instead and started putting the rest on as well and with each new piece of the football uniform he put on not only did his body swell and grow with it, but he also changed mentally.
He now no longer was Jason, the short, skinny, dweeby science nerd, but he was now Jack, the brother of Rodney. His memories of science fairs and stalking Rodney changed into playing ball with his bro and hunting for some bitches to fuck. He heard Rodney shout out to him and telling him to hurry up or else he’d keep all the pussy for himself. Jack quickly got into a set of identical clothes to his bro but white instead left in the locker and headed out with his bro.
Martin is bullied daily by the Jocks for being a gay nerd who got straight A’s. He’d be locked in a locker, the bullies beat him up off campus to avoid getting in trouble and the jocks would force him to do all their work for them. Despite being bullied and beaten up, there was one that he was obsessed over and couldn’t stop touching himself to, named Tyler.
One thing he would always do is at least once a week sneak into the locker room late at night after breaking in and he would sniff and smell Tyler’s football outfit and would masturbate while wearing it. He thought he could get away with it without anyone catching him doing so, but the jocks found out about his antics and decided to give him a little surprise.
They decided to take a spare unused uniform and use a concoction the coach make for them using their sweat and cum on the uniform. When Martin next came to get off while wearing Tyler’s uniform, he saw this new one instead of the usual. He thought it was odd but since it’s in Tyler’s locker, surely it’s his right? so he sniffed and smelled and something different happened then his usual dick throbbing to the scent. This time, he felt his mind go blank for a second there.
It scared him a little for that to happen but he couldn’t help but to keep smelling it. The more he sniffed and smelled it, the more dumb he got, but he didn’t notice this or care because this uniform was driving him crazy. He felt the urge to put it on and so he put it on. The second he put it on, he felt himself growing is height and weight as his muscles grew and he was becoming more masculine. he snapped out of it for a second and rushed over to the mirror and was shocked at what he saw reflecting back at him and tried to take the uniform off but he was overpowered by the urge - the need to put the last piece of gear on, the helmet.
He couldn’t stop himself from putting the helmet on and when he did, he felt his mind slipping from his. His memories of getting A’s turned into getting C’s and D’s, bullying nerds into doing his work when his grades got too low, fucking tons on chicks, kicking the asses of fags, playing football and hanging with his bros. After the changes finished and his mind was completely changed to fit his new body. Max looked at his sexy self in the mirror, not releasing because of the changes that his uniform which was nameless before now said his name on it and that his previously dark brown hair was now a dirty blonde color.
The only things Max cared about now were football, pussy, his bros and beating up and bullying the gays and nerds.
When four nerds knocked on my door asking if there was any work they could do over the summer I felt a bit sorry for them. I highly doubt there was any meaningful work they could do, they were all quite skinny and weak looking, but I told them they could help in my yard if they wanted to.
I’m guessing they knew they were out of the depth with the request, but they agreed and I led them to my garage to collect some tools. I knew that they would have absolutely no idea how to use them. But the were determined to at least try and do the job.
I was quite impressed by their work ethic and willingness to give the work a try. It was then what I knew what I had to do. I had inherited a family trait that allowed me to alter others around me, it had come in helpful a few times in the past, but I didn’t really like to use it much as it was very draining on me.
I focused on the group of boys and willed them to grow bigger, more muscular. It didn’t take long for the effected to show, their formerly loose fitting tshirts becoming tighter as their muscles expanded. I began to fill their head with the knowledge that they would need to help out and gave them a bit more confidence than they had at the moment.
I didn’t take long for three of the boys to burst out of their tshirts and their muscles grew large enough. Their skinny chests were now large pecs and their arms had doubled in size. The other boy, who had worn an even baggier tshirt than the other didn’t exactly burst out of his, but his sleeves had become incredibly tight, causing him to rip them off.
The four of them looked shocked at their changes, it was using my last bit of energy that I altered reality, causing this to become normal. The four nerds were now jocks in the local high school, just looking for some cash to help their football team. It didn’t take long for them to get to work on the yard, it seemed as if they knew exactly what they were doing.
With an exhausted sigh, I headed in side for a nap, it was hard work changing their guys into workers that could do the job, and I wish I could enjoy the view, but it could wait, I needed a nap to regain my energy before the extra suggestions planted in their minds came up.
Poor Elliott, every bus ride to and from school he was being relentlessly bullied by a group of kids. They weren’t even that much bigger than him, sure he was small for his age, but the kids bullying him were about average. But high school sucked, especially for a freshman like Elliott.
I felt sorry for him, he just sat there and took every comment, spitball and paper ball thrown at him. He didn’t show it, but I knew it was affecting him. I wanted to do something for him. In the past I had changed a bullied kid into the gym teacher so he could get revenge on his bullied, another time I had changed a kid into his bullies stepfather.
This time, i don’t want to change much about Elliott’s circumstances, I would just change him. If all goes to plan he would be the biggest guy in the whole school. I began focusing on him, willing him to change, to grow larger. I watched with a smile as he began to grow larger. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and squirmed slightly as he grew taller, I figures that around six foot was tall enough, giving him room to grow taller.
Meanwhile the rest of his body was expanding in all directions as his muscles grew. It didnt take long for him to notice the changes, and look down at his body in awe, giving his new growing muscles a quick flex. I focused on his biceps in particular making them grow bigger and be something that would make even a fully grown man jealous.
I began to alter reality, Elliott now came from a family of bodybuilders, and he was going along with the family business so to speak. I made it so everyone would think it was normal except his now former bullies. Oh, and did i forget to mention they were now completely skinny twerps now? I had to get the muscle Elliott needed from somewhere.
Great. It was your very first time at the gym. You didn‘t want to cause any trouble. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with the alpha males and the gay hunks and the jock bros … You just wanted to run a bit on the treadmill and lift some not-too-heavy dumbells. And then … THIS happened.
Some freaks grabbed you in the showers and dropped you into a pit of tar-like liquid, just before jumping right into it after you. Your struggle showed no effect. The oozing slime quickly coated your body, covering all of your skin and converting your flesh into even more goo. The hulking muscles seemed like a nice addition, just as the upgrade that occurred between your legs … but why did your head become so dizzy? Hard to think. Memories fading away, personality traits lost, faces of friends and family forgotten… to be replaced with the identity of a cocky gym bro. Completely new attitude, more confidence, more focus, more interest in hulking up your body and doing bro things.
And these hunks around you? Any hostile thought towards them has disappeared from your mind. They‘re your best friends after all! There’s nobody you can trust more than them! You have spent, like, your whole life together here at the slime gym, lifting heavy weights, doing rep after rep, exchanging your … protein shakes … ? A gym bro friendship has certain benefits, after all. Your mind being flooded by alpha thoughts, you suddenly remember it all. You are the embodiment of pure masculinity and raw power. And also, you are very fluid. Not enough muscles? Just sip some goo and add it to your bulging mass!
A horny smirk appears on your face as your bros press their masculine, liquid bodies against yours, the slime making up your flexing muscles mixing and merging together, making your bodies connected in the same way as your minds and souls are connected. You’re all one. It‘s like your own, personal frat. Your friendship is eternal. And you’re thrilled to help your homies find others worthy of joining you! Life is truly great. You wouldn‘t ever want to exchange it for any other life, right? Like, for example, the life of that pitiful little nerd who came to the gym earlier. Speaking of, did you see where he went? No? Well, doesn‘t matter. Just keep enjoying your bros‘ sexy bodies … and yours!
Blake was falling behind in school. I was told he needs to get all the missing work turned in with in the week.
That when I found Steve. He always in the library. So I made him an offer. He helps me with my school work. And he will no beat him up. Or stuff him in a locker
He got Blake back on course. Now to keep him current. When he showed up in the locker room with the term paper he needed. He also saw Steven term paper. Blake took his in replace of it.. Cause him to turn Blake papers in as his own. Getting a B. That did not help. And knowing the paper he wrote that Blake took got an A+ .
Steven thinking it’s time to draw the line.
He went to see Blake in the school locker room after school there normal meeting spot. He handed him his homework. That’s when Blake saw the shake and Steve’s hand
I’ll take some of that and down the Shake. But he didn’t know that was Steve’s plan.
Blake stood Frozen where he stood as Steven removed his clothes to match the naked body of Blake
He placed his hand on Blake’s chest as he started to drain all muscle tone and everything that made him Blake. It was transforming his own body.
All Blake could do is watch as his body started growing smaller and Stevens was growing bigger.
You got to stop it man what are you doing to me.
You owe me.
Please stop now.
Sorry once the process starts and won’t stop until it’s completed.
Please stop.
It will stop once I have your body your face and your hair and your life and you have mine without the IQ points.
Steven watched as Blake transformed into him and himself into the jock Blake.
Blake mine started to fade in his own head is became part of Stevens making him whole.
As Blake turned into Steve in his mind was also replaced with Stevens unfortunately the IQ points did not come over.
Soon it all stop as quickly as it started. Pushing the new Stephen into the locker naked shutting the door. He opens Blake’s locker and got dressed in his jeans and his letterman jacket.
He could hear the Little Nerd crying out don’t leave me in here. It smells Blake, it smells.
Don’t worry little guy the coach will be by soon He’ll let you out.
He grabbed his homework and walked out of the locker room a new Blake.
Hey, guys. Someone asked me to post this story of literotica due to not being able to access the link. Here’s the first part.
As you know I’m not the author of this story, it’s just one of my favorites.
- - Jake - -
The clock read 8:47.
What the hell, I thought. It was Sunday, or at least I was fairly sure it was Sunday, and someone was fumbling around my room in the semi-dark of the early morning. Before I could even start to think who was in my room, normally kept locked, an unforgiving blast of sunlight interrupted my barely coherent thoughts and I cursed.
“Fuck! Close the goddamn blinds!”
“Devlin! I will not have you speaking to me like that! Now I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just set your alarm. You know we have church at nine!”
Well shit. This was a fucked up dream. Several things were seriously wrong with it. For one, my name isn’t Devlin. It’s Jake. And although I had no idea who the fuck this miffed, prissy lady was yelling at me, the mentioning of church was so strange that I couldn’t even register her. So I rolled over and squeezed my eyes shut figuring I’d wake up in a few dream-minutes totally freaked out.
The lady didn’t leave.
“Don’t pretend not to hear me,” she shouted grabbing the pillow I had just yanked over my head. “I want you ready and down stairs in five minutes, mister!” The door slammed. Eyes squeezed tight, I listened as the clacking sound of her shoes faded from earshot.
I sat up, only to find I wasn’t in my room. And, at this point I kind of started freaking out. It was Sunday, nearly nine o'clock in the morning and I had no idea where I was or what was going on. So yeah, I’d been drinking last night, but it couldn’t have been that much. It definitely couldn’t have been that much.
There was no way.
I dragged my ass out of bed and over to an average-sized mirror hanging above the squat dresser of the strange room I had landed myself in, and…holy shit. Let’s just say it wasn’t my own smiling face staring back.
Definitely not a dream.
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~Devlin~
My family had a long history of mildly successful and seemingly unexciting subsistence. The only thing worth further examination would be the insistence of several eccentric relatives – those relatives incontrovertibly deemed “apeshit crazy” by the rest of the family – on the occurrences of several highly unexplainable events. Very few of my relatives would tell these unusual stories: my second cousin Barry had a few crazy ones, and so did Uncle Stew, but my favorite case study in this intriguing matter was my paternal grandfather. He was most adamant about his tales, and whereas others admitted to have been drunk or otherwise intoxicated when real oddities presented themselves, he was stone cold sober and entirely serious.
Back when he was still alive, he laid claim to many strange stories, such as having awoken one morning to find himself locked in a garden shed, and not even his own: the garden shed of a stranger who lived half a mile from his home. This was apparently the least peculiar of the inexplicable events he had experienced, for it was the only one he had been apt to share with non-family members. As his favorite grandson (lucky me), he would tell me how he once dreamt he was trapped in the body of a cat, that he was a cat, and that when he woke up he realized it wasn’t a dream at all. I was younger when he first told me. Obviously being far more impressionable at the time, I believed every word, and it didn’t help that for years my grandmother would do nothing but encourage him and corroborate his every word.
“Yes I remember that day, Harold. It was the day you went missing. Devvy, I searched for him the whole day, and you wouldn’t believe it, there wasn’t the slightest trace of him. And the whole time our cat Chubs, usually a quiet little critter, was following me around mewling and crying at me. Just the strangest thing, it was. Next morning I woke up with your grandfather back in bed saying he spent the day as our kitty cat!” She’d chime in when he told his stories, lending credibility, amusing me with her singsong and tuneful voice. She had an explanation for everything, this and several other similar disappearance stories, and I believed it all. My imagination was a lot freer then, and it just seemed so funny.
My grandmother died when I was ten, and it was pretty rough. My grandparents were dear to me, as my parents made sure to make them a part of my young life – especially since my mother’s parents had passed long before I was born. In the last years of my grandfather’s life he was put into a home; my parents arranged it, seeing as we were closest to him. He was floundering without my gran and he seemed to grow more hare-brained without his partner, his anchor: the one person who believed his tales without question or hesitation of doubt. My father, forever the cynic, was embarrassed or worried, I suppose, and though my grandfather seemed perfectly lucid, and mostly sane save the stories, my father had him examined by a psychiatrist and prescribed something. I think that might’ve been the last nail in the coffin, because after that my grandfather grew cold and laconic. He wasn’t the same, and he died only six short months later.
After my grandfather’s passing, I thought I was done with the sort of things that had made my dad’s jaw clench and brow sweat at their mere mentioning. Of course I wasn’t. When I was fourteen, my dad went missing for an entire weekend. It was strange on several levels – he wasn’t particularly mad at my mom, my little sister, or me, so it was unlikely he stormed off as he sometimes did – but mostly because he had left everything at home. Phone, wallet, car, keys: everything. After two days the police found him two counties west of us, almost fifty miles from home. He was bare-foot, in his pajamas, and unkempt, as I’d never seen him before. The only reason they even found him was because he had finally scrounged up enough change to use a pay phone and make a call home.
Now this seemed to me a curiously similar incident to the ones in the stories my granddad would spew at us, what with the inexplicable distance jumping overnight, but when questioned my father refused to address the matter. After that weekend he would simply refer to it as the “goddamn time he was forced to beg for change like a hobo.” Apparently it wasn’t too fun, yet it was all too suspicious to me. I began to wonder what exactly this familial aberration was.
Several family reunions later, I had gathered that anyone with outlandish, basically impossible stories to tell, those akin to my granddad’s and my dad’s, all happened to be of paternal relation. Given my quarries were usually inebriated when I attempted to extricate from them further details of their disappearance stories, I only managed to conclude that something bizarre was happening to male family members on my dad’s side when they were in a state of rest, semi or unconsciousness.
In any event, by the time I reached the last years of high school I was obsessed with my genealogical background. I don’t know if my love for history grew out of my obsession or vice versa, but I found myself feverishly researching my personal history, talking to my oldest relatives, trying to scratch up any stray detail or story about these mysterious happenings, wondering and half hoping something unbelievable would happen to me.
I couldn’t have hoped for anything worse.
On Sunday, the thirtieth of January 2012 – the crisp morning of a lovely day at the start of the second semester of my fantastic final year of high school, my eighteenth year – I, Devlin Patterson, awoke to find myself not quite myself: sprawled out naked, with a bit of a headache in a room that smelled vaguely of marijuana and old pizza. As soon as I felt my shoulder, which was sore for some reason, I knew I wasn’t myself at all, for what was normally slender and a bit bony was solid and bulky and ripped and…definitely not my shoulder. Oh god.
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–Jake–
Goddammit, goddammit. Shit, shit, fucking shit…
There was a stream of profanities running through my head, and that’s what I remember most clearly. After staring at not my own reflection in the mirror and realizing the floppy hair and cute pointed chin that belonged to it also belonged to one of my classmates, Devlin Patterson, I was interrupted by a little girl who barged into not my room and yelled at me to get some clothes on.
“Dev, Mom’s going to kill you! We’re already late!” she said.
So this was apparently his (my?) sister. I just stood there looking incredibly dumb as she glared and swished out the door. Jumping back into reality, I panicked and starting rifling through his dresser. I grabbed a pair of jeans from the second one I checked, threw them on, then continued checking before realizing the kid didn’t keep any of his shirts in there. I stumbled to the closet, tripping as I tried to steer the kid’s gangly legs, ripped a shirt off a hanger and threw it on. I was out the door and down the stairs in the next minute only to find his mother at the door in a beige pantsuit, his father dressed in slacks, and his sister in the nauseatingly pink skirt I failed to notice before and…I definitely wasn’t dressed for the occasion.
Devlin Patterson’s father (Mr. Patterson? his dad? my dad?) just gave this tired sigh, and his mother jabbed her hand into her side and scoffed. “Normally I’d march your sorry ass right back upstairs to change, but seeing as we’re already late,” she said with a pointed look that poured out disapproval and screamed extra chores for a week. All I could do was stand there. I had nothing to say. They’d definitely notice I wasn’t their son if I spoke up.
“Let’s just get in the car, Maryanne, and maybe we won’t miss the sermon,” said Mr. Patterson as he heaved open the door.
So, I ended up going to church for the first time in six years: a nice Sunday morning family outing with the properly dressed Patterson’s. The service was long, and the church was kind of stuffy, but it gave me time to think, well at least when I wasn’t suffering from frequent bursts of sweaty panic and anxiety.
When we returned home I was awkward, and I couldn’t really say anything. I was so nervous they’d know something was wrong, and there was no doubt they’d think their son was suddenly mentally unsound if I tried to tell them I wasn’t their son. After a few noncommittal noises in vague agreement to what Devlin’s parents told me they planned for the day I ran upstairs and locked myself in the kid’s room.
I needed to talk to Devlin, or what I assumed would be Devlin somehow ironically trapped in my body.
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~Devlin~
I was a good kid, to say the least. I rarely argued with my parents, always did my homework and earned excellent marks in all my classes. I got along reasonably well with my “tween,” twelve-year-old sister, did all of my chores, and took great care in tending to my cat, Evelyn. I went to church without ever voicing my dissenting opinions of the institution. I was gay and had known it for some time, but remained hung up in the closet at home and never caused any trouble, i.e. my parents still didn’t know even if all my friends did. I was meticulous, studious, and the furthest from disputatious you could possibly get. By all standards: I was a good kid.
Why then, was I cruelly and extemporaneously hurled from my own beloved body into the body – albeit a toned and absolutely beautiful body – belonging to one of the biggest problems I had in high school? The body of my persecutor, the hotshot jock, Jake Currant, one of the three or four guys who made a hobby of hassling me, some of my friends, and any of the other, for lack of a more pejorative term, “effeminate” guys at my school. The body that I lusted after for three years, unbeknownst to him and despite how much of a douche he was.
Even if Jake wasn’t the main perpetrator, he certainly never dissociated himself with the assholes that picked on me, and he was frequently present and totally capable of preventing things. In my mind he was equally culpable, and having an unavoidable crush on the guy really didn’t help the situation.
In the back of my mind, I must have instantly known what was going on, but first I tried to talk myself into thinking it was a dream, a fantasy really, in which I’d become the object of my desire because I simply couldn’t stop thinking about him. Nevertheless, my analytic mind, one often plagued by fanciful thoughts of a clandestine family gift, latent and lurking, instantly snapped to the conclusion: it’d happened. What I’d been waiting for had happened. I finally experienced the freak “Patterson” happenstance and found myself in some unknown location or in the wrong body, and in my case both. I went to sleep last night after finishing that chapter of The Hunger Games and jacking off to some fantasy I’d concocted involving several hot jocks from my school. I woke up in the body of one of those guys: the guy.
So there I was, in this guy’s room. As I began to stir I realized how much I felt like shit. I seemed to have ended up in the bed I was in, in the state I was in, after a wholly unceremonious strip-down and an equally ungraceful face-plant. I pushed myself onto my arms, flipped over, and both my head and stomach lurched at the movement. I moaned.
The sound that came out of me was insanely erotic. It was the sound I’d been imagining for far too long, but real and sexy as hell and bizarrely resonating in my own chest. Ignoring the upset state my body was in – most likely a hangover, knowing this guy’s drinking habits – I began to run Jake’s hands over his body. Damn, I was toned…or he was toned. Regardless, the body I inhabited was smooth, tan, and all muscle, rippling with lean strips of it. I briefly thought how peculiar it was that I was so instantly hard just by feeling the body I recognized as my own, but quickly discarded the thought seeing as this was probably the only opportunity I’d ever have to touch this amazing body, whether I was housed in it or not.
So I did what any hormone-crazed, lusty gay teen would do presented with the current circumstance: I slid my hand down those sculpted abs and grabbed Jake’s swollen cock. My god, his dick had to be at least an inch longer and thicker than mine. And it was veiny and purplish in hue and leaking pre-cum simply because I was so excited to actually wrap my fingers around it, even if my fingers weren’t actually mine.
So there I was, sprawled out, stroking this hard body, running one hand up and down his abs and chest, worshipping the muscles, stroking the other up and down Jake Currant’s gorgeous cock. The feel of it was just too much, and I think I was harder than ever, wild with lust. I was really jerking his cock hard. My grip was stronger than I’d ever experienced, and I really had this insane torque to jerk his cock fast. Really fast, and hard. I felt a familiar tingling in my balls, well Jake’s balls, and his lower abdominals clenched of their own accord. It wasn’t long before I was cumming all over Jake’s hard stomach and smooth chest. I came a ridiculous amount in a ridiculously short amount of time.
Let’s just say I liked this body swap already. Sure beat trading places with a cat for the day.
***
After coming down from an insane, out-of-body orgasm, I cleaned up with the conveniently located roll of paper towels I found at the side of his bed and for the first time really took in my surroundings. This guy’s room was a catastrophe, a deplorable state of affairs. The clock read 10:27 and seeing as I wasn’t yet interrupted or rudely awoken I figured Sundays were pretty lazy at the Currant residence – after all, whenever I’d seen them, the Currants, they didn’t really seem the churchgoer type.
I crawled out of bed and began searching for clean clothes, as there were plenty of dirty ones strewn about the floor or heaped in piles and hampers. While it was no mystery where the faint odor of sweaty gym socks came from, the smell of old pizza continued accosting me, wafting from an as of yet undetermined location. I finally found a basket of rumpled shorts and tees that at first appeared to be almost as sullied as the other garments in the room, notwithstanding the fresh linen scent still lingering on the fabric, indicating relative cleanliness. So I threw on some athletic gear, figuring I might as well try to look and act the part of gorgeous, hunky jock.
Maneuvering through the obstacle course of Jake’s room, I made it to the door, which I found was locked. Noting relief and thinking I should start locking my own bedroom, I turned the lock, then the doorknob, and stepped into the dead silent hall.
Realizing I really needed to pee but having no idea where their bathroom was, I stumbled down the hall until I found an open door on the left. I leaned in and flicked the light on the wall. It was a workout room, a really nice one, but I needed a bathroom, so after flicking off the switch I quickly turned out of the doorway…
“Umph! Hey, watch where you’re going there, sport, almost knocked me over the railing!” A balding and slightly pudgy, middle-aged man gripped the railing. Still getting used to the powerful new body, there was probably far more force in that turn than intended.
“I…uh…sorry Dad…” I muttered.
“Eh, no biggy, my fault for trying to sneak up on you. What are you checking for in there anyway?”
Thinking quickly I went for the dazed teenager who just woke up bit and groggily mumble, “Um…thought it was…the bathroom…heh…whoops…”
“Right…how much did you and your friends drink last night?”
Shit. This guy knew I was hungover. “Um…I didn’t?”
Jake’s father bursts out laughing. “Jake, I told you, even if your mother isn’t, I’m okay with you having a little fun, so long as you do it safely, and you don’t get yourself caught, ha. Your friend Christina dropped you off last night, and I saw her haul your ass to the door, so I take it you got yourself a good designated driver. Now get your ass to the toilet before you piss yourself.”
Apparently I had been leaning funny or something, because Mr. Currant must’ve realized I was on the verge of peeing where I stood. I dashed, a little overzealous, to the next open door down the hall to find the bathroom – thank God – and I quickly shut the door. Close call. At least now I knew Jake’s dad wasn’t so bad.
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–Jake–
So I didn’t have this kid’s number. I made a point of not associating with him, and not just because my buddies made his life a living hell. We weren’t as horrible as we used to be now that schools had started cracking down on “bullies” – in freshman year Devlin spent at least a dozen or so minutes a week trapped in his locker – but Devlin didn’t really deserve any of it, and I didn’t really want any part of it.
It wasn’t like I had a choice though. If I stood up for the kid, my friends would most likely turn on me, and though I couldn’t be sure they would, I really couldn’t risk sympathizing with “fags.” It’s part of this macho, jock image I was forced to keep up. I shouldn’t complain. I wasn’t a victim, after all. It was just hard to fake something for so many years, especially when I sympathized with Devlin.
About that…I guess I better explain it now before things get more messed up. At the beginning of my sophomore year I started to get strange feelings for guys, and not really the guys I butted heads with on the field. I was into the charming, nerdy guys who usually avoided me, the guys my friends and I picked on. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, so I ran from the feelings and started dating girls the same year.
