The poor lad started laughing to himself ‘these things really are hard to take off aint they mate?’ He stopped smiling for a second, realising that his accent had change, in fact he had never used the words ‘aint it’ and ‘mate’ in the same sentence before. You see it only takes one wish.
This lad was leaving his uni, studying law, one month from completing his course when he went out with a few of his study friends to a local pub. I, of course, could not help but follow him. A few pints in and he was throwing his upper classed, bias views around like confetti ‘We have the world in front of us friends!’ he shouted to the people at the bar. ‘look at those losers!’ he pointed to a group of scallys in the corner of the pub, luckily they not hear him. ‘can you imagine having no future like them friends?’ he words were becoming more slurred and less coherent. I sat, sipping my drink, waiting for the opportunity to strike. ‘you would not like to be like one of them, if not for a day?’ one of his friends said to him ‘You wish!’ sad the lad full of cocky pride. ‘Yes I believe it would be amazing to see you like that, your fall from grace would be the talk of the uni, at least for a day’ his friend reply…that is all I needed. The lad took one more sip then collapsed. His friends giggled to themselves and called a taxi for him.
The lad woke up the next morning, groggy and dazed, slowly he started to feel different….something was odd. His noticed his black suit was now a bright white tracksuit, his shined shoes were now a pair of nike trainers. ‘What the fuck?’ he said exploring his new clothes ‘ok, who did this? was it you gerald?’ He then looked around the room and saw me, sitting there on his chair. He didnt say a word, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head for a second before his head flopped back down.
The poor lad started laughing to himself ‘these things really are hard to take off aint they mate?’
‘yes Craig, they are. In fact they will never come off again. Let’s see how you manage being part of the lower class….now don’t you have a footie match with your new mates to get to?’ Still dazed and confused he jumped to his feet, ‘yea mate, can’t be late init’.
The master control boots you see them advertised. The advertisement had them in a blue colour, while not your favourite of colours stood out. It was bold and so were the reflective stripes in the corner. You imagine them on your feet. How much they would stand out compared with the black shoes and jeans you wear for work. But they would look so good on your feet.
Without realising it you walk into the shop and straight towards the display of the shoes. The colours all perfectly displayed. The one you want is in sight, a bright red. Your favourite colour, even stemming to the shade of red shirt you are wearing. The black tip and sides accentuating the colour. Imaging them on your feet. That’s all you want right now.
Picking up a box of some size, you head to the changing rooms and slowly realise you are trying on a pair of shoes which have managed to enchant you so much. You wonder how well they’ll actually look on your feet.
Off come the boring shoes and socks and on goes the feel of the boot. It feels soft and comfortable. A small thought pops into your mind, why didn’t you put them on with socks? You don’t think much of it and take a step in them before realising you had managed to pick up a pair at least 5 sizes too big for your own feet.
But then again they don’t feel that bad do they? You look in the mirror and pull a cocky grin. They look well hot on you don’t they? All that looks wrong is well the rest of you. It just looks crap and not worthy of wearing these boots.
You think about if for a second but then something itches at you. You feel the need to get out of this shop and get someone worshiping these boots on you. That’s what they were made for. You think anyway. Where did these thoughts come from? Who knows but they sound well fucking worth it.
You pull up your trousers and walk out of the changing room, grinning at glances of yourself in the mirror. You flip open your phone and open one of those apps, and see messages flooding in from people wanting to worship your master boots. Picking one you like, you get them to come over later.
After walking home full of confidence, you look in your full length mirror and see a pair of grey trackies with red stripes and your Adidas top to match.
I watched this kid for a while. Kevin is his name. He’s always been on the little runt side of the spectrum, but I always saw his true potential. Always thought he’d make a fine host one day–when he finally hit that growth spurt and got on his own path to be a real stud.
I was pretty fucking annoyed though when he ended up on some path to be a math genius. The kid was 14 with offers from MIT and CalTech knocking on his door, but I knew this path to a Phd would do nothing for the development I actually gave a shit about. It was Kevin’s dream to use his math talents to make the world a better place, but I had other plans.
The little runt squirmed and winced like a little bitch ass as I started the takeover.
“Wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable if you woulda put on some mass!” I grunted as I squeezed more and more of my ecto goodness down this kid’s throat.
Every inch of his body flailed around wildly like he was a fish dancing on the ground, but then his back arched nice and high before he collapsed on the floor.
Things went dark for a few seconds, but then I opened up my new eyes, raising my hands and seeing my new youthful body responding perfectly to me.
Couldn’t help but smirk as I said my first words with this mouth, “I ain’t doin’ no math.”
There wasn’t much muscle to inspect on that first day, but I’ve been doing my pull up sets and workouts daily. It’s a real shame Kevin didn’t do any of the ground work for me because fuck, this body is a natural. Still, it’s been fun getting this body ready in time for football tryouts. I’m gunning for varsity as a freshman.
I think my new parents had already accepted the old Kevin’s dream of being a math wiz, but at the very least, I know my new Dad is secretly thrilled his boy is gonna follow in his college athlete and frat bro footsteps. Gonna make the old man proud (funny since I’m technically older than him), and you can bet I’ll be getting a lot of pussy along the way. Don’t worry though–I’ll probably release Kevin once I hit his early 30′s. He’ll have plenty of time left to be a math genius.
It was very strange when I pulled up to the Baxter estate and saw a crowd of naked men there to greet me just behind the gate. I had just finished my masters degree in business and at 28 I was ready to take on the world. I applied for a bunch of jobs but the CEO of Baxter computer programing had hired me on as a consultant of some sort. I was invited directly to the CEOs ridiculously huge mansion estate as a sort of congratulations which I found strange. I never thought I’d be interacting directly with the higher ups just after I got hired. But now it was really strange as I pulled up.
As soon as I got out they welcomed me and one of them escorted me inside, patting my back and I felt an odd pinch in the base of my neck. I got into what seemed to be a home office and was left alone with Mr. Baxter as the naked muscle man left.
“I don’t mean to be rude but what is with all of them” I asked. Mr. Baxter just chuckled a bit “all men have needs” he shrugged “I’m rich, I’m single, and I’m a little too old for dating, it’s just a fun uniform I impose on my servants, none of them mind, it’s in their contracts and they knew ahead of time the requirement, but they get paid a lot and are allowed to live in house so none of them care, once they hit their mid 30s I ask them to retire and they get a generous pension” he went on explaining. It was still weird but I guess as long as he’s paying them and they don’t mind what an older rich man dies in private is his business.
“You don’t seem that old to me sir” I say deciding to stay on his good side, it was true though he couldn’t be much older then late 40s, maybe barely 50? “Well that’s very kind of you” he said nodding “but dating is well out of the question, even if I did I’d just end up with a gold digger at this point” he laughed and offered me a drink. I accepted and he rang a buzzer on his desk and called for some drinks, a few minutes later another one of those guys came in carrying a tray with a beer bottle and two glasses on it.
“Do you have similar needs, Mr. Harris?” Mr. Baxter asked me out of the blue as he poured us each a glass. “What do you mean?” I asked as I started to feel all tingly. “Every man has them” he simply stated and the naked weight gave a grin at me as if he were in on some joke I wasn’t aware of. “Do you want to have upon naked men?” He asked bluntly “Uh no sir, I have a girlfriend actually, since college” it was obvious Mr. Baxter was gay if he hired men to be nude in his house, which was fine I don’t really care one way or the other, but I had no interest in actively looking.
“No your right, I think your more the type that likes to be faced upon” he said smiling as the tingling got worse and suddenly I started sweating as it felt hot in here. “What no, not that…either…is it hot in here?” I asked starting to loosen my tie. The nude man nodded at me, agreeing that it was, he was covered in sweat. “You can relax in here” was all Mr. Baxter said as I was feeling too hot! I started to unbutton my shirt a bit and look up at Baxter to see if this was rude but he just nodded in approval so I kept going. It should be weird to strip in your new bosses house but my head was feeling cloudy and my shirt was feeling so tight. My muscles ached as a shelf of pecs pushed out, making my nipples appear to point down a little and my stomach, which was already flat, pushed out and chiseled themselves into a nice 6 pack. I slipped off the button up shirt and pulled off the tank top I wear under as my biceps puffed out and my shoulders popped as they got wider. My pants felt right as my leg muscles got bigger and I was dimly aware of pressure on my dress shoes as my feet cracked and popped and grew. Master, I mean Baxter gave me another nod as I eagerly unbuttoned my dress pants and pulled down my tight briefs as my feet ripped out of my shoes and I kicked them off. My skin took on a nice tan as I stood up naked in front of him. “That’s much better” I moaned, my voice deeper and dumber as my college knowledge started to drain out “flex” master said and I did it, flexing my arms first, then switching to different poses, each one seeming to take away a year of schooling and relationships as I started to find both men in the room sexy. He finally had me stop once most of high school was gone. “You look really nice Harris, I think your just the men to fill in the opening I have at my house, last guy just retired” he said and I grinned at him. All I had to do would be follow orders in this place for 10 or 15 years and I’d be set for life? When else would a high school drop out get that opportunity “sure thing sir I’d love to, huhuhuh” I laughed. “Perfect, you can take over cleaning my pool, but first, help the boys get rid of that strange car someone left parked outside the estate” he said and I nodded, leaving. “The chip you put in him worked perfect” Mr. Baxter said to the man with the trey who nodded and laughed, then left the room.
On the final months of his senior year at college Brads friends dared him to sit butt naked in the old field near campus where historically the hippie movement had protests during the early 70s. Feeling he had spent his entire college life studying and never having fun or getting the “authentic college experience” he reluctantly agreed. Doing something goofy or having some hazing was part of that experience after all. As his friends watched, he stripped down and slowly lowered himself to the grass, shuddering and imagining the long shower he would need when he got back to his dorm. When his bare skin touched the grass however a sharp shock surged through him and a strange glow of colors surrounded him, coming from seemingly nowhere, scaring his friends. They could only watch, too startled to move as their friend grew younger, losing the last four years of college, his facial stubble, his worry lines, and most signs of maturity. His hair sprouted forth, growing longer and thicker than it had ever been, in ridiculous, unwashed curls that would have sickened the former Brad. The slight ramen gut receeded and his chest flattened, becoming smooth and toned with young, healthy pecs and the slight outline of abs. All over his body cracked, stretching out and growing tall, goofy, and slightly awkward with large hands, long fingers and big, gangly feet. All across him a healthy tan spread with no real solid tan lines visible, showing he was no stranger to being naked outside now, only a slight smudge of white skin around his bare ass and noticeably longer dick, suggesting sometimes he wore boxers or shorts, but not often. His mind was no stranger to the changes either being hurtled back through time with visions of protests, drug fueled parties and lots of sex, dulling knowledge, stress, the last 4 years of college, and the last 40 years of history from his brain leaving him just a horny, happy 70s teen. “Far out!” He slurred in a high pitched stupor of a voice. “Dudes, come dig this grass!” He reached out with new strength and speed pulling his old friends into the grass, the college was about to have a serious pot problem…
Corey was jealous of his big stupid brother off living in a dorm. His parents loved him even though all he cared about were his muscles, his parties and his girls. One day Corey found a spell online that would help him steal his brothers perfect life. Reciting it in his room alone one night he felt a pleasant warmth that let him know it was working. It started with his brothers big feet bursting out from his small tennis shoes and his legs itching and growing manly hair all over while they swelled with thick muscles from playing soccer for the school team. His arms grew into pythons of thick muscle with big brutish hands and his flimsy pokemon shirt ripped off to reveal his brothers bulging, bouncing pecs and perfect abs. “Yes” he shouted in a deep voice while his face matured and hair darkened and shortened “I’m fucking sexy with these muscles dude… I’m… shit I’m thinking like Trevor” he paniced as his dick grew huge and hard in his new shorts and a backwards cap appeared on him, the room melted away into his new dorm while his smart brain was squished into his brothers dumb jock one “duh of course of Trevor huhuhuh why would I ever think I was my lame geek bro Corey?” The new Trevor flashed a cocky grin thinking of what hot girl he might call over tonight.
It was senior year and I really wanted to get involved with Psi Epsilon Theta before the year was up. So I swung by for a keg party they were having with some mutual friends in March before spring break hit.
“Can’t I just pledge honorary,” I said? "I’d love to join, it’s just that I graduate in May and I feel like I missed out on how awesome you guys are and everything that goes on here.“
“Yeah,” Martin, the house president said. "You missed most of the fun, but I guess it’s not too late. You’re a really attractive guy, Bryce.“
"Thanks man!,” I said. "You too. I mean, you know what I mean, don’t take it too personal, haha,“ I laughed, fist-bumping him.
"Haha, for sure,” Martin answered, “but there’s something you gotta know about us. We’re don’t really consider ourselves just another Frat House. We’re really more of a Brunt House.
"What the hell’s a brunt?” I said, annoyed at the way he seemed to be talking to me all of a sudden, like he had a secret I wasn’t yet in on. I took another sip from my solo cup, glaring at him a little to let him know that even though I respected his house, I wasn’t going to be bossed around.
“You’re a brunt, bitch,” Martin said, and before I could even think about it I found myself falling down on my knees. WTF? I tried to stand up, but it’s like my body wasn’t listening. All I could do was look up at him.
“Guys, get his clothes off,” Martin said, very seriously, all of a sudden, and suddenly I was surrounded by two guys from the frat who were roughly pulling my sweater over my head and my shoes off my feet. Oh god, no, I had to get away and out of here, fast. But all I could do was sit there on my knees with my ass in the air as they shucked my pants off me and yanked off my boxes, my bare feet and legs up against the floor and my chest now bare too. They put my hat back on me, laughing, turning it around backwards. I wore it that way sometimes, yeah, but I hated this and was furious that they were treating me like some sort of pet or something. But why couldn’t I stop them? "What did you spike my drink or something?“ I bellowed, "What the fuck was in that?”
“Never you mind, just some powder, but the effects are permanent. You’re our brunt now,” Martin said, an eyebrow lifted as he looked down towards me.
“What the fuck’s a brunt?” I shot back, but something about saying the word made me excited all of a sudden. My dick started to plump up. "A brunt?“ I said stupidly, not sure what was happening.
"Tell us how you really feel, Bryce. You can stand up now. You’re in the club.”
“Fuck, man, what’s a brunt, what did you guys do?” I said, going over to Jeff next to me, who had been partying hard all night and had taken his shirt off about an hour ago. Jeff’s pecs looked thick, full, beautiful… I really wanted to touch them, for some reason, so I started to, lightly, with my finger, almost like I was losing my mind… “Fuck,” I said stupidly as I traced the line up the center of his chest, marveling at his firm abs and the solid way his tits firmly dominated his upper torso… in that moment, he looked like masculine perfection, I thought, wondering why I hadn’t noticed it early. "What’s a brunt?“ I said again, it coming out more like a whisper this time. I had to know, they had to tell me…
"Take those tighty whities off for Jeff and maybe he can show you tonight,” Martin laughed, almost a giggle this time, I thought. I laughed too, stupidly, I thought, and for some reason that sounded hot. My dick was really firming up, I just had to get out of my underwear, I thought, felt warm and steamy in here tonight and why the fuck should’t I?
What’s a brunt?!
Conner and the school paper team had been trying for weeks to figure out the mystery behind the football teams sudden expansion that was until Mitch from the now disbanded chess club left him a tip to meet in the locker rooms after school, obviously he had some info. But when Conner arrived Mitch was barely Mitch, it was the same nerdy face ontop of a burly jocks body. The changing nerd struggled to speak before his eyes grew dull and face became as macho and jockish as the rest of him. The new Mitch just sneered as his teammates came out of hiding and held Conner down while the coach came out and gave him a quick injection. Conner could only watch as his own muscles exploded, hair growing everywhere and testosterone flooding his body. He grew tall and broad and his face became like Mitchs with a short jock cut and dumb eyes. Soon he was ready to join the team too, starting to cheer and celebrate with them, and he knew a few other editors who would make good additions…
Aaran was furious at his parents for sending him to a stupid athletic summer camp. At 16 Aaran wasnt exactly nerdy being a B and C student but he was smart, just lazy physically and mentally, and had no athletic interests at all so when his parents heard from the school and other parents about this great new camp that got lazy kids into shape they shipped him right off.
It wasn’t long before Aaron noticed the horrifying truth as the other boys there who were once like him started acting dumber and wanting more and more to work out and show off their gross sweaty muscles. Aaron felt the call too soon enough. He held out the longest, but one day he was forced to do some balancing on a tire. The camp leaders forced them barefoot too, to “toughen them up” and once his bare feet touched the training tires it was too late. His bones cracked loudly, shifting over and over while he grew taller and leaner. His gamer fat sucked away into his glowing tan skin from being outdoors all the time. Every inch of newly exposed skin rippled with his new bronze tan while toned new muscles formed underneath. His longer toner legs and wider feet strong and ready. He easily balanced on the tire now. His face clenched and morphed into a handsome and masculine one with a permanent dumb jockboy grin complimented by dumb dull eyes. His hair shifted to become a short bush of lightened, jockcut hair above his face. You could almost see all his smarts and old interests draining out like a broken dam until all that was left was a fresh new jockboy ready for orders. His now sweaty anime shirt vanishing to reveal his smooth, muscular pecs and larger nipples hanging above a hard flat stomach. His shorts didn’t change since he was in the yellow athletic shorts the camp forced as a uniform, the only change was they looked shorter due to his new height. Aaron gave a big winning smile, this was gonna be the best summer ever!
Kevin was on vacation in Canada and was hating it. He didn’t mind visiting his family but the cold was driving him crazy, he was freezing. He also felt a little uncomfortable around his cousin who had recently come out of the closet. He felt awkward around someone who was gay and who had recently started making a lot of money, Kevin’s imagination could only guess why. At one point he was home alone with his cousin and complained about the cold. His cousin offered him some hot chocolate to shut Kevin up. He took a few sips and started to feel warm and dizzy. His body started to ache as his muscles started to swell up. He felt too warm suddenly in his coat and ripped it off, followed by his shirt, damn he felt sooo hot! He grew strong pecs and abs as his skin tanned. A light coating of hair covered his chest. His face started to become more masculine and angular. His hair turned a rich brown and grew out as he felt his dick start to grow and his mind starting to feel drawn to guys more then girls as he started to feel less hatefull towards his cousin suddenly. “So you ready to start working for my porn site dude?” His cousin asked. “Hell yeah I’m ready to work for the same people!” Kevin shouted and started flexing while his cousin took the picture, Kevin still had his scarf and gloves on but shirtless by snow would get a lot of clicks, after awhile he would start going to film instead of pictures.
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