“You could never last a week as me,” my older brother had said. “You’re a freshman, you’ve got no responsibilities and you might talk a big talk but you’re nothing more than a pushover!” It wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before. I’d never had much of a good relationship with Chase no matter how hard our parents tried to get us to bond. He was an athletic jock-type who had quickly gained popularity after joining the school’s football team while I was an out-and-proud member of the drama club who couldn’t be much lower on the social hierarchy of our school if I tried.
Our latest argument was over who had a more difficult school life. He seemed to think that just because he had the pressures of popularity and keeping our school football team’s winning streak going that he had it so much more difficult than me, a fourteen-year-old who had been bullied relentlessly for daring to be open about my sexuality and my less-than-traditionally-masculine interests. Anybody would think that was a crime considering the way I was treated on a daily basis.
Chase’s girlfriend Katherine was the one that came up with the idea that we switch bodies to see whose life was really more difficult. I was surprised that she suggested it but he was so willing to do anything she asked of him that he agreed which shocked me even more. I took a little bit of confusing because as much as I was envious of my older brother’s much bigger, more powerful body I wasn’t sure I really wanted to be him for any length of time.
How wrong I was! I’ve had the best week of my life and I think it’s fair to say I was right all along. Sure, maybe I have the responsibility of being the captain of the football team but did you see how great I was in that game? I pretty much won the whole thing for us! The rest of the team were saying that’s the best I’d ever played too so Chase can have fun with the knowledge that his nerdy ‘queer’ brother is actually better than football at him.
Adjusting to being in Chase’s body took a little bit of time and I was certainly surprised when I found myself repulsed by the very same things I had previously found attractive. It seemed like any of my sexual desires towards men had faded, replaced by fantasies of barely-clad women and most importantly Chase’s girlfriend. She wasn’t complaining either, especially since I apparently retained all of my brother’s knowledge about her pressure points and how best to make her scream.
It turned out that Katherine had discovered that Chase was cheating on her with one of the cheerleaders and she wanted a way to get back at him. It was only supposed to be for the week but I think I’ve talked her round into leaving the spell in place. After all, my brother was so sure that being him was more difficult than anything I went through so I was doing him a favor by living his life for him while he gets to live to supposedly easy life of being the jock’s favorite punching bag. The fact they were once his best friends only makes it funnier.
As for football being difficult like he’d told me… well, I’ve already proved I can do it. Coach thinks I’ve got a real shot of going pro so I guess I should start getting ready for the next game. After all, the team needs their captain!
I need to write this paper. I need to… flex my biceps. The paper is due tomorrow. It’s half my grade for the semester. If I don’t finish this paper, I’ll fail the class. I could lose my scholarship. But my biceps. God, they feel amazing. They look amazing. My whole body looks amazing. The formula my roommate has been giving me is amazing. I am so grateful. I am so lucky that he is my roommate.
I need to go to the gym. I need to work out. I can finish this paper later, when I get home from the gym. I can finish it after I’m done taking my supplements and making my protein shake and planning my meals for the week. Then, I will finish this paper.
It’s not that important, anyhow. It’s half my grade, but I don’t need that class. I need to work on my body. I don’t care about my grades, I don’t care about that class. I need to take easier classes next year, so that I can focus more on my body. I need to take more classes about sports and nutrition. I should probably change my major.
How did this file get open on my computer? I should be making a playlist for my workout. Getting myself pumped up for the gym. This looks like some sort of a paper. I wasn’t writing a paper. I definitely wasn’t. Was I?
Jason desperately needed a room to stay. He was unable to get one close to school and the only opportunity was with a somewhat older man who had a spare room. The man seemed all rigth and Jason moved in. Because his bedroom was to small Jason had to do all of his homework in the livingroom. The only thing was that the man always walked around the house wearing only a robe. Jason was straight so he always avoided eye contact with the man.
Over the course of a week Jason started to pay more attention to the man. He had a big tattoo on his chest, which was always visible, and he had rings in his ears.
The second week Jason noticed that he looked quite young for his age.
The third week he was finding the man quite attractive.
The fourth week Jason was suprised to get a boner while looking at him walking around dominantly. I Imagined himself on his knees sucking on the man’s cock. Jason wasn’t even aware of the fact that he used to be a straight man, avoiding all contact with other males.
Then during the fifth week it happened. While Jason was reading a book on the couch, still wearing his school uniform. The man sat next to him. Jason immediately started to get a boner. Then the man slowly took his cock out of the robe. It was massive and made Jason leak. He started to fiddle with his collar. The man told him to leave his clothes on. He liked the look of the short sleeved shirt and the tie on his boy. When he said boy Jason felt a big wave of pleasure going through his body and his cock sprayed some precum.
Then Jason fell from the couch onto his knees, completely mesmerized by the giant cock. The man told him to try it. To taste is. Then Jason eagerly attacked and started licking the giant cock. It felt so great, so normal to do this. He took it in his mouth. The man started to moan. That made Jason happy so he started to suck faster and harder. The man moaned louder and started to fuck Jason’s mouth. After a few minutes it happened. A warm liquid filled Jason’s mouth. It tasted great. The man told Jason to swallow. It was then that Jason knew he was happy like this, on his knees, wearing his uniform, serving his master. And while master started to smile, Jason was the happiest boy around.
Waking up in some strange apartment, in somebody else’s used clothes was strangely turning you on. You didn’t realize what the clothing pieces were doing to you, you were just a horny fuck. Your body was rapidly changing, becoming fit and lean. Your hair pulled back in til you had a fresh fade and you were smooth from below your eyes.
Your sense of smell was being enhanced, and you suddenly couldn’t resist the smell of the show next to you. Your body continued to change as you picked up the shoe and greedily smelled the musk it was emitting. That smell was rewiring your brain, breaking those neurons and forming new pathways. The kit you were wearing and the shoes were making you one low class, horny, and hot fucker.
You had a need to have your ass filled by your mates, you had become some kind of chavvy cum dump for your mates. Your worries and anxieties were relieved looked for anything to fill you while you waited.
Max groaned as he awoke, feeling the dark layer of fur on his legs and the sizeable boner straining his work out shorts. He ran a hand across the unfamiliar abs and stared at his large feet. It had happened again. Ever since that party he was dragged to where that dumb muscle bro had bit him after “accidentally” stumbling into him drunk, Max had been turning into a dumb muscle bro and waking up in just shorts, sometimes less and sometimes in bed with some bimbo… or himbo. It would start with the vibrant golden tan coursing over his body and the sexual need to undress, to pull the shirt from his thickening, muscled up chest. To show off his bulging pecs and hard abs. He would feel the thick hairs crawl across his arms and legs. His small size 8 feet would explode into a jockish size 13. His shoulders would painfully crack and expand and his spine would snap and extend making him a tower of tight muscle bro. His hair would darken and fall across his face in dark curls, hiding his cocky, dull eyes. His small dick growing inch after inch into a dripping sword that could slay any pussy or ass. And finally, the need. The simply overpowering desire to run, to find and fuck and share his beautiful body with others. It was happening more and more often and lasting longer and longer. It was then Max realized he wasn’t turning back yet, usually it only lasted the night, in fact as his cock got even harder he realized he wouldn’t be turning back at all this time. He could already feel the need taking over, erasing his smarts, erasing him. The intelligence and focus just draining out, this happened each and every time, but this time he knew it was forever. Max just lay there, running his hands over his abs and laughing like an idiot. Just another dumb muscle bro ready to recruit others.
Alexander was excited as he got on the plane for his first study abroad trip. He was a Junior in college and a Marine Biology major so when he heard about a trip to Australia he just had to go. Alexander was by all definitions of the word, a nerd. He wore glasses, was short, pale, had no muscles, and his dirty blond hair was always combed very neatly.
After landing and settling into the dorm rooms he was sent by the professor to a field collection right away at the beach. He changed into a pair of swim shorts and a t-shirt so he would ruin any regular clothes. When he got there though he didn’t see anyone from the trip, just a bunch of stereotypical Aussie surfer types joking around with each other.
As soon as the water hit his legs though he felt a strange heat flood his body. It started with his feet which cracked and snapped as they grew larger from his average size 8s to big size 13s, perfect for balancing on a board, he thought before catching himself, where had that thought come from? His legs started to get a little taller and thicker with muscle. They itched as dark black hair grew from them and a healthy tan spread across them. He felt things change further up as his cock grew thicker and longer going from 3 inches soft to 6. His upper legs and ass started to grow muscle, all of it looking lean to keep balance but he was definitely active. The waves started to hit his chest, soaking his shirt and as it stuck to him he could see his stomach flatten and carve out into a decent 6 pack. His chest also slimmed out and pushed out into lean pecs as every muscle in his body ached and flexed as if gaining years of use and experience in minutes. His torso grew taller and his arms grew longer as they gained lean muscles as well. A lighter dusting of hair grew in them as his tan spread.
He was scared and confused this whole time as the changes spread up and his neck got thicker “what the fucks goin’ on mate!” He shouted uncontrollably, shocked by his cursing and sudden slang as his voice got a little deeper and slower, taking on an Australian accent. “Where’s my board dude?” He blurted, his voice was now slower, more relaxed sounding and had less intelligence behind it now, sounding very easy going. His face rearranged into a handsome look, his eyes improved and he threw his glasses off because they got blurry, he lost them in the water “why was I wearin’ those?” He wondered out loud. His hair turned black and wet and grew out longer becoming messy. Finally he felt his brain shrinking away as he got younger, going from 21 to 18. His interests shifted from marine biology, anime, and comics to surfing, hiking, and drinking with his mates! He could feel himself caring less about education and more about having fun! He was losing the thing he was most proud of, his intelligence, and there was nothing he could do about it as it all faded away… Alex went back to shore and pulled off his wet t-shirt, exposing his hot toned chest, why has he gone into the water without his board? He wondered and as he ran up to join his buddies and grab his board he was a bunch of people with some kinda nets and equipment come to the beach, all talking in American accents, he heard someone say something about study abroad, ha more power to them, Alex wouldn’t be caught dead at a university, he already dropped out of high school but it didn’t matter he was looking at professional sponsorships in surfing contests, if he played his cards right he could be set up for an awesome life of parties and hotties! Who needs college when you got looks and skills?
You felt your cock harden, your wish was being granted. Your need for sex and partying was growing. The spell was reshaping your personality, and body.
Soon, cock in hand you began to laugh like a dumb frat bro. You were becoming another dumb slut who loved New Orleans. The chemical reaction when you cum will make this permanent.
Unfortunately for you, the spell dropped your iq and inhibitions; you were already stroking. Soon your old nerdy life was splattering all over your toned body.
Enjoy being 21 forever, needing to party and fuck. Slut of the French Quarter, that’s who you are now.
Very adventurous of you, especially for a first-timer.
Nonetheless as you find yourself being served by the near naked yet impossibly beautiful barista with his muscles bulging underneath his apron, he gives you a wink as he prepares and gives you a Menciato. As you take it, your fingers brushing against each other, you can’t help but find the smell alluring, it smelled of the sea, of beautiful waves and summery tides.
It’s when you open your eyes after taking the first sip, letting the warm liquid trickle down your throat and flow through your body that you suddenly feel water underfoot, calming tides slowly moving against you and pulling you in somewhat.
By the time you look down you suddenly see your feet, your large feet in the water and where you think you see the water playing tricks on your mind, you feel your feet start to stretch and grow, the toes poking forward as they start to grow larger and larger as the tide continues to pull you further in, washing against you and now reaching up to your calves.
Your calves already start to grow muscular, becoming larger and with it, you suddenly glance down and try to pull yourself out of the water, but you can’t. In fact your feet refuse to, planted down in the water they begin moving in the opposite direction, and even when you try to tell yourself this is wrong, that you don’t want to go into the water and you never had muscular calves, you actually remember you do…
Memories start to appear of playing football and going to the gym.
Wait since when did you go to the gym?
The waves wash over your legs.
Since when do you not?
Yeah bro, even now as you see water sprinkling over your thighs and watch your formal suit pants suddenly begin to shrink becoming thinner and adapting to your leaner legs as you feel the thighs grow and enlarge with muscularity, the skin being pulled tight over it as a sun baked skin tone starts to slowly fill your body, you remember yeah you go to the gym all the time bro.
What’s the matter? Why do you look confused?
Is it because you’re becoming dumber, starting to realise you’re losing the will to even think of resisting as more of your body starts to leave your control, walking further into the waters. You never even realised you say bro, or even questioned it because you knew that you couldn’t hold on, feeling your cock throb in your new Calvin Klein boxers that barely peeked above your pants which your ass slowly started to fill out, becoming larger and growing as the two cheeks formed the well tone bubble butt from all your squatting.
Bro, you don’t even realise what is happening, your hand being splashed by another wave of water as it drips down your arms, losing any and all fat and instead starting to become toned with the same sunbaked skin, the skin stretching once again as you see your fingers, like your toes, stretch and find them able to easily grab the plastic cup of beer in your larger hand.
Your cock continues to throb, the pleasure causing you to be distracted, continuing to lose your smarts as you can see the outline of your thick cock get wet with more water and with it, it starts to snake down towards your thigh, thickening in girth.
No wait, you had to focus, you hate beer…
You groan, feeling your other hand come down to rub at your cock through your athletic pants, unable to stop yourself, you give in feeling with every wave after wave of water, waves of pleasure start to dominate your mind, as the water dominates your body.
No…you definitely hated beer, you weren’t dumb…you weren’t dumb…
Another wave comes in, some of the salty water coming into your mouth as you feel your lips as you look down, unable to stop as you could hear your groans changing, your voice growing deeper as you felt your lips grow slightly, the teeth in your mouth transforming into a pearly white as they started to straighten. Your accent was changing, becoming more Californian, more typical of the dumb jocks in those mov- in the frat, your frat, your bros.
By now as you continued to wrestle with the waves of both pleasure and water, your body gave in, smirking down as you could see water only define your growing pecs, your abs shifting as they became a six pack with the deep ridges almost being carved out to perfection.
All you could last remember was your face being washed with water and with it, so were your memories, your identity, your name becoming simpler and shorter, your jawline sharpening as brown hairs began to poke out along the jaw, along your curved and cocky smile. You felt your cap covering your hair as your hair changed, almost styling itself as it spiked upwards, and with it as you let one final moan you couldn’t help but feel your cock throb once more and you were gone…entrapped in total bliss.
All you remember bro was the feeling of hot cum drip through, staining your leg as you seemed to cum endlessly, your entire mind simply leaving your body through pleasure, your memories, your identity all disappearing as you felt yourself cumming again and again.
By the fifth or sixth time, not that you bothered to do much counting anymore, you finally found yourself blinking, the standing at the edge of the beach alone, the cup of beer in your hand as you suddenly saw your bros on the beach, shirtless and waving at you to come back.
You had a beach party to get to, after all you were now just a simple-minded jock on spring break.
Damien glanced down at himself, simply laughing as he saw and felt the leather creak, his tight new pants confined against him as he walked out of the store, starting to head back to his apartment. He had no idea why his friend decided to order him the “smart leather pants” before, especially claiming that it would be good for their holiday to a spa, someplace called The Studio, something which he doubted with how hot it could be over there. But Damien wasn’t the type to say no to a gift so when his friend called almost just as he got in, he had to answer.
“Hey Jack, I just got the pants you ordered, they feel tight,” chuckled Damien as he could hear them creak with every movement. It was odd, he felt as if they started to feel a lot tighter and a lot closer to his ass and his cock, almost like he was wearing no underwear underneath.
“Glad to hear it man, they’re pretty good,” said Jack, “I just saw the picture you sent me. I hope you take them with us tomorrow.” Damien seemed a bit confused, still smiling as he wondered why exactly Jack was so keen on the pants.
“Yeah, hey Jack man why are these called ‘smart’ leather pants? They just seem normal to m-” Damien stopped himself, gasping slightly as he felt something on the underside of his cock, some sort of pressure was applied, something light and sensual almost like a hot breath on the head of his cock. “Yeah sorry, why are they called tha-” Damien yelped, shutting his mouth as he felt another pressure at his ass, similar to a finger starting to gently stroke his exposed ass, almost getting ready to stretch them apart. Damien looked down to see the leather almost churning slightly, as if it was alive and moving.
“Oh, I think you’ll see soon enough,” Jack laughed before hanging up. Damien was shocked but before he could respond, he felt something lick at his cock. He looked down starting to see his thighs slowly looking as if they were filling it, muscular crevices starting to pop through and watch as he could feel the thighs growing heavier, more muscular, stretching more and more as the transformation worked down to his legs.
“Fuck-” Damien cried out as he felt the familiar sensation of something like a mouth taking in his cock, his erection pressed against the leather which wrapped itself around it, watching as it started to lengthen and grow thicker whilst it started to snake down his thigh, his cock starting to throb almost as if he was fucking something he felt the need to start thrusting forward, the desire to pump his cum into something was just becoming far too much for what he realised was his shrinking brain.
With every drop of pre-cum that streamed out of his cock, Damien felt his IQ dropping, reaching lower and lower as he felt his head fall back. He was thrown forward, his ass exposed as the feeling of a tongue fucking his open ass was causing him to moan just as his cheeks started to grow, rounding off into a sizeable or “fuckable” as Damien thought, bubble butt.
Damien reached for his phone, trying to call for somebody, anybody, but he started to see his hand change, the tone darkening ever so slightly from his usual pale complexion as his fingers grew larger, becoming thicker and longer as they stretched out and simply threw his phone away, no longer under his control as they started to simply enjoy his body, playing with his nipples as he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh fuck, please-” Damien’s cock started to quiver as he began to cum, pumping more and more cum that was just being absorbed by the leather, streaming down his own legs as he felt his feet, his own toes similar to his hands, begin to stretch forward, clawing through his socks and having the same darker complexion as the soles stretched out as his large feet were on the floor.
However with every spurt of cum that came shooting out of his cock, Damien started forgetting everything, watching as the transformation was going quickly, every throb from his pumping cock that felt he was fucking the tightest most fuckable ass in front of him with every thrust, made his muscles begin to grow quickly, his toned biceps suddenly becoming larger as he felt himself granted with new abs, larger pectoral muscles that started to fade from the fast that was his stomach.
Gotta get out of this…Gotta think
Damien’s eyes were glazed over as he lost count of how many times he moaned, how many orgasms he was, he guessed he was on his fifth, until he realised he was starting to lose all sense of self, not even knowing how to count to five as his cock continued to pump and throb more and more, being milked of all his cum and his intelligence.
Gotta think…
Think…
He felt his jawline starting to change, stubble slowly growing where it couldn’t before as his brown hair styled itself, the tongues at his cock and ass not letting up, letting one final orgasm shake Damien’s mind and body as he slowly forgot any means or will to resist what was happening before it stopped, his cock wet and dripping as his moans slowly subsided.
Can’t think…
By now, Damien slowly got up, looking down at himself as he smiled, finally understanding as Jack was calling him. They were ‘smart’ leather pants, not for what they looked like, but because they drained your smarts, at least for a while. Needless to say Damien was enjoying his trip to The Spa, as is Jack, his new white speedo to stuff his cock in for the trip.
And you too can enjoy a set of ‘smart’ leather pants too, they’ll be coming soon, and so will you.
“I-I-I don’t know,” Vince paused
for a few seconds trying to finish his sentence, “Mr. Larson. I’ve never been
very good at sports. It’s just that… It’s just that… I don’t know.” Vince’s
head sunk to the ground.
“Nonsense my boy,” Coach Larson
patted him on the back. The wind was practically knocked out of the freshman.
“You’ll be perfect. Just gotta believe in yourself a little more. That’s all.”
Coach Larson led Vince into the college locker room. “And it’s Coach
Larson.”
“Oh,” Vince’s eyes shot back to the
floor. “Right. Coach Larson. I’ll try.” Each syllable came out in short
breaths. There was no way Vince felt like he was going to live up to Coach’s expectations.
Coach Larson gave a hearty laugh
and another slap to the back. “Thata boy. It’s all I can ask for. Now go get
changed into something more fitting.” Coach pointed Vince down to the changing
room. An XL shirt and some flexible fabric shorts sat on a bench.
Vince picked them up and eyed them
suspiciously. Honestly he didn’t even know how he got into the locker room.
Last thing he remembered was walking out of the library carrying several psych
books and then he was talking to Mr. Larson. “Coach.” He corrected himself.
Despite not wanting to do any of
this Vince still found himself undressing in the locker room. He reached over
and pulled the XL shirt over his head. “I look so stupid…” Vince muttered as
the shirt draped over his shoulder. “There’s no way that Coach thought this was
my size.”
As Vince stood staring at himself
in the mirror he didn’t realize that his posture was changing. He was standing
straighter instead of leaning forward. His shoulders pulled back as muscle
started to build. He looked at himself confused. Something was different. He
rubbed his hand against his chin. “Damn it,” he cursed, “I forgot to shave this
morning. Whatever Jenny will like it.” Who was Jenny?
Oh that’s right it was the girl he
fucked last night. He’d been through so many lately he forgot for a moment. But
Jenny actually stuck around. “Yeah Jenny. She’s a real good fuck. Couldn’t get
enough of this bod last night. Actually knows what a real man is.” Vince rubbed
his hands underneath his shirt grabbing at his pecs. They kept growing;
filling the top of the shirt giving him a wide v shape.
It didn’t take long before he was
flexing in the mirror again; one of his favorite pastimes. His powerful arms,
he’d gotten from wrestling, was his favorite part. He loved the large round
tops whenever he flexed. However he wasn’t able to enjoy it for long as he
heard a loud rip from one of the sleeves.
“Damn it Coach, I need double XL.
Stop getting me such small clothes!” Vince shouted from the locker room.
Coach Larson stood at the door
smiling to himself, “Alright bud. I’ll make sure to order it right next time.”
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