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You and your older brother Chad weren’t like most brothers, you hung out every day playing video games, watching movies and just hanging out. That was until Shane moved next door. Shane introduced Chad to weed and then that was it. No more video games, no more movies, no more brother time. Chad spent all his time getting high with Shane. You needed your older brother back and it seemed the only way to do that was get rid of Shane. Chad and Shane had a system. Shane would leave weed under the floorboards of the porch once a week for Chad. You decided to come home early one day and hide the weed before Chad got it. Then he wouldn’t have any weed to smoke and he’d blame Shane, ending their friendship.

Making sure no one was watching you carefully extracted the baggie from under the floorboard. You were about to sneak back into your room when a strange desire hit you. You needed this weed. Your hands began shaking and drool dripped from your mouth at the site of the sticky kush. Almost in a trance you began rolling the weed into a blunt with the paper Shane had included. You licked it close enjoying the taste on your tongue, a sample of what was to come. You found a lighter Chad had left in the windowsill.

Puff puff

“Oh maaaaaan” you almost moaned, your voice deep and slow and full of smoke as you exhaled a fog of envoloping smoke. You felt the tingle hit every muscle in your body, sinking you into the chair. Everything felt so relaxed and itchy. You pulled up your shirt seeing thick black hairs crawing out of your skin and over your belly. “Ew gross where is all this hair coming from?” You tug at your shirt and pull it over your head in a hurry. The hair has reached your belly button and continues in an almost unbroken line between your pecs before spreading all over your chest. Your spare hand finds its way to your growing nipples which have become large and sensitive. Your pecs expand and soften with fat and you develop a bit of a belly beneath the dense treasure trail. You groan in pleasure and confusion before recognizing your larger hairy chest. “I’m becoming Shane…” you realize with a mix of terror and excitement.

Puff puff

“I’m becoming Shane…” you repeat with a flat voice and a dumb grin. You notice your arms bulking up, muscle and fat blossoming across them. Getting thick and strong. You flex a big bicep. “Yeah mayne…” you moan. Your hands swell, clumsy thick sausage fingers wrapping around the blunt as you continue puffing. Hair grows on the back of arms and hands, going down across your fingers. Shoulders swell and broaden and thick tuffs of hair erupt from under your arms evoking a famp musky aroma around you that mixes with the sweet smell of weed. You’re disgusted and aroused by your new stinky aura.

Puff puff

You hear a loud rip as Shane’s fat hairy toes pop out of your shoes. Your small size 7s expand across the hard floor, becoming long wide size 12 boats. The bottoms of your feet get hard and dirty. You laugh and easily kick off the bits of tattered fabric, wiggling your big toes and putting your smelly feet up on the guard rails. More and more hair crawls across your now thick legs, your thighs double in size and a thick, hairy ass pushes out from behind you, shredding your shorts and leaving you in just your tight underwear.

Puff puff

A fat, hairy cock flops out of your underwear and slaps against your belly, filling you with pleasure. Your tiny balls inflate with your new stoner cream and push hormones in your body. With one hand you grip your blunt while the other massages your large meaty cock.

Puff puff

A thick chinstrap forms over your face which ages and loses its youth and innocence. Your brow gets heavier and thicker. Your eyes turn dark and dull and youth mouth hangs open a dumb grin. Small studs appear in your ears and your hair shortens and becomes sweaty and unwashed.

Puff puff

You struggle one last time to fight Shane’s dominating presense. Your hand glued to your dick and each puff and stroke making it harder to think, harder to resist.

Puff puff

“I’m… not…”

Puff puff

“I’m…”

Puff puff splat

“I’m Shane bro” you give a goofy grin as you splatter cum all over your hairy belly and start rubbing it in. No more little bro to get between you and Chad now. You lean back and wait for your best friend to get home so you can smoke and stroke and chill. Just the two of you together forever now.

Puff puff

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You shouldn’t have opened the door when those dumb neighborhood kids knocked. You shouldn’t have accepted that hat from their leader. You just wanted to play along so they’d stop making all that noise outside. But now it was too late. You stared down at your now smooth teenage body. Your too large shirt long discarded. Firm abs like you never had at that age glistening in the heat. Young, sun-kissed skin grazed with freckles and a touch of acne. Your hair long at the top now and shaved at the sides. Small nose, ears a little too big, eyes dark and empty and mouth hanging open – waiting for orders. You gazed into the distance with your dumb kid face as your leader turned the hat and then that was it. You were part of his crew now of dumb punk kids. You lived to set off fire crackers, play with airsoft guns and torment the cranky adults. Maybe push a few into joining you. You kicked off your shoes letting your small bare feet feel the hot ground, protected by layers of dirt and scar tissue on the bottom. And finally you accepted the shorts from one of your new crew, letting them sag, as you did you casted off the lasts bits of your old boring self. Time to make some noise!

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Charlie was always a loner, he didn’t really fit in with any of the cliches in middle school. He hoped high school would be better but going to school on the south side he was surrounded by “gangsters” who liked rap, fake jewelry and muscles. One day after school several of the bigger gangsters were chasing him and laughing, he ran into the woods to hide and quickly ran out of breath. Now lost, tired and humiliated he didn’t question the chair sitting out in the middle of nowhere or the note on it that said make a wish. The exhausted teen flopped down wishing he could be popular and quickly fell asleep. While he slept he dreamed of hanging out with the guys who chased him, making gang signs, rapping and trying to make it big on YouTube. He dreamed of flashing his broad exposed chest for all the pretty ladies and getting all that ass with his giant dick.

As he dreamed of being this perfect popular person his body was responding and changing, his small size 7 feet began to rapidly grow farther and wider. His sneakers ripped open and his socks tore off, the bulging toes stretching out and getting a little hairier until his feet hit a monstrous size 15 covered in muscle flapping and flexing in the open air. Quickly the remains of his shoes reformed into big clunky sneakers. His skinny body itched and burned as black coarse hair sprouted across his arms and legs and crawled across his in a dense, mature coat that tickled his body. His tiny wimpy hands got meaty and calluses, growing like his feet with fat long fingers. His shirt ripped to pieces as he grew taller and thicker. Muscles bulged out across his body, powerful pecs, a hard flat stomach, and strong arms for showing off shirtless. All the while he smiled in his peaceful dream, not realizing he was paying with all his intelligence and memories which the chair was draining out while he slept. His dick grew to match the one in his dreams, becoming thick and long, full of cum and dumb hormones. Last to change was his face which rapidly aged and matured, losing all signs of intelligence and kindness as the new gangater personality took hold, growing his facial hair and making his face square hard and masculine. Big new boots covered his giant feet, chains appeared around his neck and a big red snapback finished the look.

The new Chris was sure to have some good times with his new friends when he woke, never remembering what the chair took from him or what he got in exchange.

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I was in love with my teacher. He always wore such tight clothes that showed off his body that could be likened to that of a god. Naturally I had no chance with him because he was twice my age, but a guy can dream.

One day while browsing in the library I saw a dust covered book that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in quite some time. As I pulled it out I saw that it was titled “Potions and Spells”. I assumed it was nothing more than a fantasy book, but I continued to read it nonetheless. Part way through I saw a recipe for a potion titled “The Fountain of Youth”. It claimed that this potion could regress someone’s age. Even though my mind was telling me it was just a fantasy book and didn’t actually work, I photocopied the page and got to work that night trying to create the potion.

One week later it was time for my school camp, with my favourite teacher coming on the camp too. During a hike, I had held to the back of the group as I knew it was my favourite teacher’s job to look after those at the back. I saw him go to grab a drink of water and his realisation that his water bottle was missing. I realised it was my time to strike. I handed him my water bottle with a smile and he happily used it to quench his thirst. Little did he know that it wasn’t just water that was in that bottle. As he took his last sip, I saw the realisation on his face that something was happening. He looked shocked as he began to shrink in height, his facial hair receding, in fact most of his body hair was receding. His face became more youthful and his tramping pack turned into a school bag. Before he had a chance to fully comprehend what was happening, I saw him blink and then all of sudden he seemed to forget everything that had just happened. “Phew, it’s hot,” I heard him say as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned and hairless body underneath. 

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As he put his school bag back, on he started to run off towards the rest of the students. “Come on, we better catch up with the rest of the class, we wouldn’t want to get told off by the teacher!” he shouted back to me. I stood there in disbelief as I realised that the potion actually worked. My teacher had been regressed to that of a teenager, a smoking hot, age-appropriate teenager. The regression of the mind was unexpected, but I guess it’s better that way. Just as I was about to run over to catch up with him, I saw him checking me out. “I guess the extra potion I added to make him gay worked too,” I thought to myself as a smile began to appear on my face. I should probably be thinking about the consequences of what people will think of having lost a teacher but somehow gained a student, but for the time being, I’m just going to focus on the teacher – or should I say student, that is waiting up ahead for me. It’s going to be a fun school year.

Sam opened the mass Snapchat from Gary. “Shirtless indoors?” Was the caption displayed over Gary’s dumb, grinning face. Despite their friendship Sam and Gary couldn’t be more different, Sam was a nerdy senior about to graduate in biochemistry and Gary was a carefree freshman without a major. Sam was often annoyed at Gary who was big hearted but kind of dumb and still acted like a high school jock boy, always shirtless and working his muscles on his pull up bar or his dick on a new girl.

For some reason the message got into Sam’s head and he found himself asking, “shirtless indoors?” Sam suddenly grabbed a pull up bar from under his bed, the same one Gary had given him once as a gift that he had never used and stuck it in his doorway, lifting himself up. His skinny arms ached from the unusual exercise but with each lift they seemed to swell, veins flaring out as the pasty, oily skin became clear, young and tan.

Shirtless indoors?

Sam thought again, as it echoed in his head, feeling a new temptation to take his shirt off for no reason. The thought got louder until Sam couldn’t help but slide his shirt up and off his slim body, as it passed over his frail chest two firm jock boy pecs burst forward and hard abs formed under them. His previously shaved stomach sprouted a fine treasure trail leading down into his shorts. Sam became absorbed in his reflection, watching his pecs bounce the way Gary’s did and seeing his shoulders broaden. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he got younger and shorter, it only made his muscles stand out more. He carelessly kicked off his old nerdy shoes which no longer fit his slightly bigger feet. He turned and watched his legs expand with strong, stout calves and thighs, and his rear formed a perfect muscular bubble butt. Sam felt a dopey grin take over his face while his intellect dulled and he groomed his new curly locks, the grease dissolving into ample hair gel, forcing his hair up. He pulled on a new hat letting it sit on his hair and sent out a new snap “Shirtless indoors?” Unintentionally spreading the infectious message.

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It started out as peer pressure, that human need to be excepted and fit in. The dude on the left just wanted to play along with the thug white trash people in his neighborhood, he didn’t really want to be like that, but it was better than being treated like a nerd. But after doing it for so long it started to become habit, his grades started to fall and here he is with his best bud

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