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Testosterone Potion

(GrowingGuys redux)

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Rolland and Carlie decided to spend a night in while Rolland tested the recipe he concocted. He had stripped down for his girlfriend so she had a full view of what was to come.

Rolland downed the oily mixture with a grimace and immediately felt the effects take work. His gut let out a low and prolonged gurgling noise and he started sweating all over. Every one of his muscles felt like they jolted awake and his cock immediately sprung to action. He knew he was in for a wild ride.

“GGgguuuhh, fuckkkk, check this out,” he grunted as he leaned in so he was inches from his girlfriend’s face. From the closer vantage, she noticed that his muscles looked like they were bubbling and expanding under his skin. He showed her his biceps as they grew weightier and rounder. “Fuck, mmmph,” he grunted as his pecs ballooned out. Every muscle looked like it had a life of its own. “Fuck, babe, I’m out of fuckin’ control here!” he grumbled in a deeper, as he continued gaining height and weight. It was true. Ever since he had slurped down the boosting potion, his muscles, his body, hell, everything was expanding out of control.

———

He and Carlie had only been dating for a week now. He hadn’t dated before—and he knew for a fact he could fall in love with and fuck anyone with a hole—but he assumed it was easier to start with women, and it was a bit easier with a little help from his abilities. He had only found out he was from a lineage of warlocks a month ago and since then he had been going wild with augmentations. He had gifted himself a more handsome face with a sharper jaw, piercing eyes, and thicker, more tousled hair. He gave himself a slightly longer tongue and a more durable, more elastic asshole so he could please his sexual partners of all varieties well. But all of this stuff was minor league compared to the spell he found in the book in his attic last night. He decided to put the spell to use with his girlfriend, assuming it would lead to some hot results and he’d be able to break in the new muscled bod the spell promised, but he never expected results like this.

———

The floor creaked under him as he started gaining weight and growing in height. His legs trembled and inflated with muscle as he grunted and moaned in combined confusion, shock, and pleasure. As he heaved in and out, his torso got longer and his abs shifted and enlarged under his skin. His back stretched and packed on new muscle as it lengthened and widened. All the sudden, his face contorted and he groaned. “Babe, feel this,” he panted/moaned as he grabbed her hands and put them behind him on his ass, covered by his tightening underpants. Carlie could feel his ass lifting and hardening, then lifting and hardening some more. She giggled, as it felt like he was twerking. She could feel that he was growing a god-like perfect rounded ass, and it kept growing as the spell did its work.

“Mmmph, OOOooAAAHHH, FUCK ME!!” he called out as he backed away from her and grabbed his crotch as though he had been kicked in the balls. Under his grip, Carlie could see his cock hardening, widening, gaining incredible length and girth. His underpants now impossibly tight and already damp with pre and sweat, she could see his balls grow to the size of tennis balls. Slimy gushes of pre were running down his thigh and his underpants were looking threadbare. Carlie was getting pretty wet herself.

His—oh my god, even his head started to grow! His face red, Carlie noticed that his neck widened and shot up in length as all of the proportions on his face doubled, proportioning themselves to match his nearly 10 foot frame.

His body kept steadily growing up and out as he panted heavily. Rolland looked down at Carlie from his giant height, smiling fiercely and dripping sweat. “Babe, you need to get in on this,” he panted shaking his head as he knelt down to her, lifting her chin and planting his mouth against hers. Carlie shrunk back a bit only out of shock. His now huge mouth covered her’s entirely and almost her nose too as she welcomed his lengthy tongue into her own mouth. He gripped the sides of her head and gave out a muffled giggle as he pushed and pulled, sucking and pushing, from with her mouth. She could tell he was forcing his saliva into her mouth and she shrunk back, confused. She could taste small traces of the oily, magical concoction he mixed up and swallowed just moments before and involuntarily swallowed it herself when she tasted its potent flavor. She pulled away from his mouth with a gasp as she felt the concoction hit her stomach. She felt it spread throughout her body. Carlie looked up at Rolland with concern in her eyes. He watched her, himself still red and swelling, panting and moaning, and looking down at her with a devilish grin. She felt something turn heavily in her stomach. Something was wrong.

Carlie’s bones started to audibly crack as they widened her frame. “Uuuuhh, Rolland?” she asked, looking at her body shifting, her voice beginning to crack and grow hoarse, “Something isn’t right here.” Rolland stepped back in confusion and delight as her body began to widen and shift some more. She jumped as her pelvis cracked and widened her torso. Her skin became coarser as she sprouted hair in places she otherwise kept shaved. She whimpered a little when her breasts all the sudden quickly shrunk into her body, flattening her chest, and her ass lost its wide roundness. She cried out and grunted in a voice that was now deeper than it had ever been as her jaw and cheekbones widened. She reached up and felt her face, her hands shaking as she couldn’t recognize the features against her palms. She realized that she couldn’t feel her hair against her shoulders and she reached up and felt that her hair had retracted. Rolland noticed too. She looked unmistakably… male??

Carlie looked at Rolland staring down wide-eyed and hard-cocked at her. “What did y-” she started in a voice that was also unmistakably male, but she was stopped by a vibrating feeling in her right arm. She looked over at her arm raised up to her head, and it suddenly exploded in muscle. It fell involuntarily to her side with its new weight. Her other arm quickly followed suit. She then gripped the couch cushions next to her in preparation for the wave that she could feel coming. She gritted her teeth and grunted in deep baritone grunts as her body began to completely erupt in muscle. Her pecs exploded outward, throwing her chest forward, popping the straps in her bra. She lifted her meaty, powerful arm and tore it out of her yellow tank top and threw it to the floor. Her wide torso stacked itself with impressive abs. She looked up at Rolland with a teeth-baring grin as her body inflated and exploded with god-like features. “GGUUHHHH…” she groaned in a deep baritone as he body swelled unnaturally large. Her legs tripled in size, her ass lifted her off the seat, her back grew deep canyons of muscle, and her shoulders and neck were stacked with extra meaty weight. She looked down on herself, completely unrecognizable to who she was just seconds ago. She flexed her arms and tried flexing the rest of her new muscles as she familiarized herself with her new body.

Rolland stood open-mouthed and let out an airy series of laughs. He knew she was an only child, but she now looked like a fucking beefcake of a brother she could’ve had. He didn’t even notice as his now massive, arm-length, rock hard cock ripped out of his threadbare underpants, slapped wetly against his abs—and almost his pecs, too—and bobbed down, pointing directly at her. Carlie chuckled deeply as she looked at him standing like a fucking giant and nude as the day he was born in front of her. Her body slowly continued shifting and swelling but she noticed something Rolland sported that she was missing.

Confused, she started in her new deep, gruff voice, “Hey where’s my-hhhhooooOOOOOOOOOLLYY SHIT!!” She tore the jacket tied tightly around her waist off and bucked her hips over and over. She fumbled for the waist of her shorts and ripped them off. In deep, orgasmic moans, her legs came up on the couch and she propped herself on the back of the couch and continued bucking her hips. Bursting forth from her pussy, two impossibly huge testes in a hair sack slid out followed by a massive hardened cock head and wrist-thick shaft, forcing her pussy open impossibly wide on their was out but making it disappear now that she had new, enormous genitalia. Both plopped out of her pelvis, her shaft pointing straight up and erect and swinging around with her bucking hips, and started slinging ropes of cum into the air, across her body, all over Rolland, and onto the ceiling as she roared in a deep and powerful orgasm. Rolland’s knees buckled and he grunted as his 2 foot cock threw forth bucketfuls, massive ropes of cum all over the carpet and onto Carlie’s bucking, spurting body

She laughed deeply at the volume difference in their loads—herself now soaked head to toe in Rolland’s seed, along with the rest of the room—and settled back down awkwardly on the couch, moving her thick, meaty legs extra wide to accommodate her new massive cock and balls. She noticed Rolland standing before her, panting and huge, still leaking massive streams of cum onto the carpet below him with his monstrous cock, making thick, splashing sounds.

She looked up at him, “Guess the spell only worked for men, huh?” They both laughed heartily.

She stood and approached him, ripping off her yellow tank and letting her shorts fall to the floor. She stood before him completely nude on the cum-soaked carpet, her new 6′5″ frame still dwarfing his over 10′ frame. She lifted his massive but now soft cock into her palm and admired it. She plunged a meaty finger into his cock slit, making him throw his head back in a moan, and slid it back out, bringing it to her lips to taste. She took a moment to observe the room around her, all four walls, the floor, and the ceiling coated in their spunk, both of their clothes in tatters around them.

Rolland sighed, “Carlie, I-”

“Nope. Charlie now. And you don’t have to explain anything,” she—no he—looked down at his new buff as hell body and fondled his own new cock a bit, “Yeah, I think I’m cool with this.” He looked down at the cum-coated table and noticed the cup that held Rolland’s mixture. He bent down and picked it up. Charlie had an idea.

“Any chance you could whip me up another one of these? I just want to get on my baby’s level.” he suggested to Rolland.

Rolland’s eyes bulged with excitement glee. He took the cup and started to concoct another blend for Charlie. Charlie twisted and stretched a bit in his new body. He was looking forward to meeting eye-level once again with Rolland.

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The cursed lamp

Male tf - magic tf - long tf - Arab tf - weight gain

David strolled lazily through the maze of the antique market, the humid air thick with the scent of old books, polished wood, and incense. His leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, and a cigarette dangled from his lips, unlit. He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular—just killing time before heading to a bar later.

Then, something caught his eye.

Half-buried beneath a pile of brass trinkets and dusty relics, a small, ornate lamp gleamed under the dim yellow lights of the market stalls. It was old, unmistakably antique, with intricate engravings curling around its body like vines. It had a long, elegant spout and a curved handle, reminiscent of the fairy-tale lamps he’d seen in movies as a kid.

David picked it up, weighing it in his hands. It was heavier than it looked. The surface was tarnished, but beneath the grime, there was a strange allure to it.

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, watched him with a faint smile.

"Ah, you have a good eye," the old man said, his voice gravelly. "A fine piece. Very old."

David smirked. "Yeah? How much?"

The old man hesitated, as if debating whether to name a ridiculous price, but David cut him off. "Look, it’s covered in dust. I doubt anyone’s been interested in it for years. I’ll give you fifty."

The old man chuckled, shaking his head. "Fifty? No, no… This lamp is… special."

David raised an eyebrow. "Come on, man. It’s just a piece of metal."

The shopkeeper leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Are you sure?"

For a brief moment, David felt a strange sensation, as if the air between them had thickened. A faint whisper—almost like a sigh—seemed to echo from the lamp. He blinked and shook his head. Probably just his imagination.

"Yeah, I’m sure," he said, brushing off the eerie feeling. "Seventy, final offer."

The old man exhaled slowly. Then, with a knowing look, he nodded. "Very well. But be cairful what you wish for". The old man just smiled, handing over the lamp as David transferred the cash. He stuffed the artifact into his leather bag and walked off, already forgetting the strange encounter.

Later that night, in his apartment, David sat on his couch, swirling a glass of whiskey in one hand, the lamp in the other. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, and soft jazz played from a speaker in the corner.

He set his drink down and examined the lamp more closely. Running a finger over the engravings, he frowned. The patterns… they almost looked like writing, but in a script he didn’t recognize.

"Hell, might as well see if this thing shines up," he muttered.

He rubbed the side of the lamp.

A low hum filled the air.

The glass on the table trembled. The shadows on the walls twisted unnaturally.

Then—BOOM!

A thick cloud of dark smoke erupted from the lamp, swirling in the air like a living thing. The apartment lights flickered as the smoke coiled together, forming a towering, ethereal figure. The scent of ancient spices and something almost metallic filled the room.

David stumbled backward, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

From within the smoke, two glowing eyes opened. A deep voice, rich and echoing, filled the space.

"You have summoned me."

David stared, wide-eyed. "No. Fucking. Way."

The figure solidified, taking the shape of a tall, imposing man draped in flowing garments. His skin was dark like polished obsidian, his hair thick and wild, his presence overwhelming.

The being’s lips curled into a slow smile.

"You may call me the Djinn," he said. "And you, fortunate mortal, have been granted an unlimited number of wishes."

David’s shock gave way to laughter—uneasy at first, then bolder. "Oh, this is rich. I must be dreaming."

The Djinn’s gaze did not waver. "And yet, you are not."

David exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, sure. Let’s say I believe this insanity. Unlimited wishes, huh?"

The Djinn nodded.

David grinned. "Alright then. Let’s test this out."

He thought for a moment. Something small. Simple.

"I wish…" He paused, considering. "I wish for a full bottle of the finest whiskey in the world."

The Djinn lifted a hand. A flicker of dark light pulsed through the air, and suddenly—a heavy, crystal bottle appeared on the table, filled with an amber liquid that caught the dim light beautifully.

David’s eyes widened. He grabbed the bottle, examining the label. A distillery he’d never even heard of. He poured a glass, took a sip—his breath hitched. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted. Smooth, rich, complex.

"Holy shit." He leaned back, laughing. "This is incredible."

The Djinn said nothing, only watched.

David caught his reflection in the miroir. Something was… different.

His skin looked warmer, as if kissed by the sun. His hair—had it always had that slight wave to it? And was his stubble thicker? He frowned, running a hand over his jaw.

Probably just the lighting.

Shrugging, he lifted his glass in a mock toast. "To wishes, then."

The Djinn’s smile widened ever so slightly.

David woke with a start.

His head throbbed with a dull ache, and for a moment, he wasn't sure what had roused him. The apartment was still shrouded in the dim haze of early morning, the blinds half-drawn, letting in only slivers of pale light. The jazz playlist from last night had long since ended, leaving only the faint hum of the city beyond his windows.

But there was something else.

A sound.

A whisper.

At first, he thought it was the lingering remnants of a dream, that odd space between sleep and wakefulness where reality still felt fluid. But as he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he heard it again—soft, insidious, curling around the edges of his consciousness.

Wish.

David sat up, blinking.

"What the hell…?"

The lamp sat on his coffee table, exactly where he had left it. Its once-dull surface now gleamed faintly, as though the single wish he had made had breathed some sort of life into it. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"Must be the whiskey," he muttered.

But even as he tried to dismiss it, a strange compulsion settled deep in his chest. An itch at the base of his skull. The thought of making another wish wasn't just appealing—it felt… necessary.

David shook his head, pushing the feeling aside. He had to clear his mind.

He stood and stretched, padding toward the kitchen to make coffee. As he filled the machine with water, the voice returned, this time clearer.

Why stop at one?

David’s breath hitched. He turned sharply, but the apartment was empty. His eyes flickered to the lamp again, a cold unease creeping down his spine.

"Alright, that’s enough of that." He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

After a few rings, a groggy voice answered. "Dude, it’s—" a pause. "Jesus, it’s seven in the morning. What do you want?"

"Jay, listen," David said, rubbing his temple. "I think I’m losing my mind."

A rustling sound. "More specific, please."

David hesitated, glancing at the lamp again. "You ever hear voices after drinking?"

Jay snorted. "Uh, yeah. They usually say, ‘Why did you text your ex?’ or ‘You should really drink water before bed.’"

David exhaled sharply. "No, I mean—like actual voices. Whispering. Telling you to do shit."

A pause.

"You sure you didn’t take anything stronger than whiskey?"

"Forget it," David muttered, hanging up.

His pulse was racing.

You can have anything you want.

His hands clenched into fists.

"Shut up," he said aloud.

Silence.

For a moment, he thought it was over.

Then, a low chuckle—deep, reverberating, barely distinguishable from his own thoughts.

David's skin prickled.

He stormed toward the lamp, grabbing it roughly. "Alright, asshole. If this is some kind of trick, I want to know—"

The Djinn materialized in an instant.

Dark smoke coiled around the room, filling it with the same heavy scent of spices and something metallic. The air crackled with unseen energy, and as the smoke cleared, the Djinn stood there, tall and imposing, his expression unreadable.

"You called," the Djinn said smoothly.

David took a step back, his grip tightening around the lamp. "Yeah, no shit. What the hell is happening?"

The Djinn tilted his head. "You are hearing the whispers."

David narrowed his eyes. "So I’m not going insane?"

A slow smile spread across the Djinn’s lips. "That depends."

David exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do you mean?"

The Djinn stepped closer, the very air around him seeming to shift. "Wishes are not mere transactions, mortal. They do not simply appear and vanish. They mold, they shape, they weave themselves into the very fabric of who you are."

David frowned. "What does that mean?"

The Djinn studied him for a moment before speaking again, his voice rich and deliberate. "Each wish is not only granted—it is felt. The more you wish, the more the fabric of your being shifts. Desires manifest not just in reality, but in self."

David's stomach twisted.

"You mean… they change me?"

The Djinn’s eyes gleamed. "Haven’t you noticed already?"

David hesitated, then caught his reflection in the window.

The changes were subtle—almost imperceptible. His skin seemed slightly darker, his features just a little sharper. Nothing alarming, nothing that couldn't be explained away by poor lighting or paranoia.

He turned back to the Djinn. "This… this is some kind of trick."

The Djinn chuckled, his voice deep and knowing. "Is it?"

David swallowed.

He had felt something since last night. A pull. A hunger.

A voice, always whispering.

He thought about making another wish—just to see.

The Djinn's gaze didn’t waver.

"Go on, then," he murmured. "You want to."

David's fingers twitched. The whisper in his head grew louder.

His heart pounded.

And for the first time, he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake.

David stood in front of his bathroom mirror, running a hand through his hair. It was darker now, glossier, curling slightly at the ends in a way it never had before. His stubble had thickened overnight, and even after shaving that morning, he could already feel the roughness returning.

He exhaled, trying to shake the unease creeping up his spine.

"Just a few small changes," he told himself. "No one will even notice."

And so, he kept wishing.

A slight adjustment to his jawline here, a deepening of his voice there. A little more height, a little more body hair. Nothing drastic. Just… improvements.

And yet, every time he caught his reflection, something felt off. Like he was looking at a stranger whose features only barely resembled his own.

Still, the rush of power was intoxicating. The feeling of reshaping reality with just a thought—it was addictive.

Then came the wish that changed everything.

That afternoon, David lounged on his couch, rolling an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He was bored. Restless. The whispers had been growing louder, insistent, coaxing.

"You deserve more. Why stop now?"

He smirked. Maybe they were right.

"I wish for a brand-new car," he said aloud, savoring the words. "Something luxurious. Sleek. Black."

The Djinn’s presence filled the room before he even finished speaking. A dark shimmer rippled through the air, and just like that, the sound of an engine revving echoed from the street below.

David’s heart pounded with excitement. He rushed to the window.

There it was.

A gleaming black sports car, parked right in front of his building, its engine purring softly like a beast waiting to be unleashed.

His hands trembled as he grabbed his keys and sprinted outside. The moment he slid into the driver’s seat, a thrill shot through him. The leather interior smelled rich, expensive. The dashboard gleamed with state-of-the-art technology.

"This is real," he thought, gripping the wheel.

And then, without hesitation, he took off.

The city blurred around him as he sped through the streets, the engine growling beneath him. The rush, the power, the sheer freedom—it was intoxicating.

As he pulled up to a red light, he spotted a familiar figure on the sidewalk.

"Jay!"

His best friend turned, blinking in confusion.

David grinned, rolling down the window. "Dude, check this out! New ride. You wanna go for a spin?"

Jay frowned, stepping closer. His eyes scanned David’s face, then narrowed in suspicion.

"Sorry, man. Do I know you?"

David chuckled. "Funny. C’mon, get in."

Jay took a step back. "Look, I don’t know who you are, but I think you’ve got the wrong guy."

David’s grin faltered. "Jay, stop messing around. It’s me. David."

Jay's expression darkened. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Yeah… I don’t think so."

And with that, he turned and walked away.

David sat frozen, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Something wasn’t right.

His pulse hammered as he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror.

His breath hitched.

The face staring back at him was not his own.

His nose was broader, his jawline sharper. His beard had grown in thick and coarse, framing his mouth in a way that made him look… foreign. His eyebrows were heavier, his skin slightly darker. Even his hair, in the morning a casual mess of waves, was now fuller, richer, curling naturally at the ends.

A sinking dread pooled in his stomach.

This wasn’t just a small change.

This was something else entirely.

His fingers trembled as he touched his face, tracing the unfamiliar contours. The voice in his head whispered, smug and knowing.

"What did you expect?"

David swallowed hard.

He needed to go home. Now.

Slamming his foot on the gas, he sped away, his own reflection glaring back at him from the mirror—an imposter wearing his life like a costume.

David’s hands gripped the leather steering wheel as he sped down the dimly lit streets, the engine of his newly acquired luxury car purring beneath him. The rush of the night air barely cooled the heat rising in his chest. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened—his friend not recognizing him, his reflection showing a stranger.

What the fuck is happening to me?

His pulse pounded. He needed to get home, to figure this out. He needed to think.

Then—flashing red and blue lights.

"Shit."

David’s stomach sank as the siren wailed behind him. He instinctively lifted his foot off the gas, his hands tightening on the wheel. A cop. Of course. He had been speeding, too lost in his own mind to notice.

He pulled over to the side of the road, his breath shallow.

A uniformed officer approached the driver’s side, flashlight in hand. David lowered the window, forcing a calm expression as the officer leaned in.

"License and registration, please."

David’s throat tightened. His heart pounded violently against his ribs. His driver’s license. The picture.

The officer waited, his eyes scanning David with mild suspicion.

"Sir?"

David hesitated, but he knew he couldn’t refuse. Any more hesitation would make things worse.

Swallowing hard, he pulled out his wallet and handed over the license with a steady hand, masking his inner panic.

The officer took it and stepped away toward his patrol car.

David exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. His mind raced. He was screwed. The second the cop compared the picture to the man sitting in this car, questions would start.

"You're a fool," the voice whispered in his mind, curling around his thoughts like smoke.

"You could end this now. Just wish it away."

His breath hitched. He didn’t want to use another wish. Every time he did, he changed. He could feel it. But what choice did he have?

The officer was taking too long. Probably running his information, already noticing the discrepancy. Any second now, he’d come back, demanding answers.

David clenched his jaw.

"Fine."

He reached into the passenger seat, grabbing the lamp from his bag. His fingers trembled as he ran his thumb over the engravings.

"Get me out of this," he whispered.

The air around him thickened.

Dark smoke slithered out from the lamp, curling like tendrils in the cramped space of the car. The scent of spice and metal filled the cabin, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to still.

A deep voice, smooth and knowing, filled the air.

"As you wish."

Then—nothing.

The smoke dissipated instantly, as if it had never been there.

David barely had time to register what had happened before the officer returned to his window.

"Here you go, sir," the cop said, handing back the license with an easy smile.

David blinked.

"Be more careful with your speed next time. Have a good night, Mr. Al-Farid."

David’s stomach dropped.

" Al-Farid?"

The officer tapped the roof of his car and walked away, heading back to his cruiser without another glance.

David’s fingers trembled as he slowly looked down at the license in his hand.

The picture had changed.

It no longer showed the clean-shaven, fair-skinned man he remembered. Now, it perfectly matched the face in the rearview mirror.

And the name printed on it wasn’t David Carter anymore.

It read: Muhammad Al-Farid.

His blood turned to ice.

"No, no, no…" he muttered, flipping through his wallet in a frenzy. Every card, every document—it had all changed. His bank card, his insurance, even an ID for a gym he didn’t remember signing up for. All of them bore the same name.

A new identity.

His hands clenched the wheel, his breath coming in short gasps. He turned to the mirror again. His hair—

His heart skipped a beat.

The transformation had progressed. The once-thick waves on top of his head had thinned noticeably. His temples were bare now, the recession creeping backward in an unmistakable pattern. His widow’s peak had become more pronounced.

He reached up, running shaking fingers over his scalp. His hairline was higher. The skin beneath his fingertips felt… foreign.

This is getting worse.

The voice inside his head chuckled.

"It’s already done."

David’s stomach churned.

His hands tightened around the wheel. His reflection stared back, unrecognizable, unfamiliar.

The transformation wasn’t stopping.

And the worst part?

A small, insidious part of him didn’t want to.

David parked his car in front of his building, shutting the door with a heavy thud. He had always enjoyed the way people looked at him—especially women. But tonight, something was different.

As he stepped onto the sidewalk, he felt the weight of their gazes, but they were no longer admiring. No more sly smiles, no more lingering glances. Instead, he caught sneers, raised eyebrows, and outright disinterest. A pair of women in tight dresses crossed the street to avoid walking past him.

Something inside him twisted.

"Who do they think they are?" The thought came unbidden, a deep, guttural growl in the back of his mind. His hands clenched into fists, his body tensed. And then, before he could stop himself, words erupted from his mouth.

"You think you're too good for me?" His voice was sharp, accusing. His own words startled him. He hadn't meant to say that.

One of the women turned, eyes wide in surprise and disgust.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

David took a step forward. His heart pounded, but he couldn’t stop.

"Teach her some respect."

The voice. That damn voice in his head. It had been whispering for days, but now it was pushing him, dragging the words out of him.

"Learn to recognize a real man," he spat, the words flowing effortlessly, but they weren’t in English.

Arabic.

He realized too late. His own voice sounded alien to him, like it belonged to someone else. The woman scoffed and turned away, muttering something to her friend as they hurried off.

David stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.

"What the hell was that?"

His breath hitched. His skin felt clammy. He swallowed hard and stormed into his building, barely registering the familiar space around him. His hands trembled as he reached his apartment, fumbling with the keys. Once inside, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it.

His mind raced. The things he had said. The way they had come out so naturally, as if he had spoken that language all his life.

No. This wasn’t right.

He bolted to the bathroom, flipping on the light. His reflection stared back at him, unfamiliar yet not entirely foreign. His beard had grown in thicker, denser, making his face look heavier. His hairline had receded even further, leaving his forehead broader, more pronounced.

"No… No, this isn’t me."

His breath came in ragged gasps as he grabbed a razor from the sink. The blade pressed against his skin, and he dragged it down, watching the dark hairs fall into the sink, revealing his face underneath.

But it didn’t help.

No matter how much he shaved, the feeling remained. His skin still felt different, his features still slightly off. The voice in his head hummed in amusement.

"You cannot erase what you have become."

David let the razor clatter into the sink and gripped the edges of the counter, staring into the mirror with wild eyes.

The voice was right.

And that terrified him more than anything.

**Part 5: Solitude**

David sat alone in his small apartment, the dim light of the late afternoon filtering through the blinds. His mind buzzed with the whispering voice, a constant, nagging presence that seemed to creep into every corner of his thoughts. The voice wasn't just a sound anymore, it had become a part of him, threading itself into his very consciousness. Every time he tried to ignore it, it only grew louder, more insistent.

"What do you have to lose now, David?" the voice hissed in his ear, low and serpentine, "No one recognizes you. You are a stranger to everyone, even to yourself."

He curled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms, as if the physical pain could drown out the voice. He refused to make another wish. No matter how tempting, no matter how desperate the whispering became, he wouldn’t give in. Not again.But the isolation was unbearable. His apartment felt like a cage. The walls closed in on him, each day blending into the next. The reflection in the mirror, a man who was no longer him, haunted him constantly. Thin, with a receding hairline, the remnants of a beard barely growing back. His features were unfamiliar, foreign. And yet, he couldn't escape the fact that this was now his face, his body. It was like he was trapped in someone else’s skin.

David had stopped going outside. He hadn’t seen Jay in days. The thought of facing anyone—of talking to anyone—was unbearable. Even his own voice, when he accidentally spoke aloud, felt wrong. It was as if he had forgotten the cadence of his own words. His speech had taken on a strange, almost melodic rhythm, like the Arabic words that slipped from his mouth when he was angry. He didn’t know where they came from. They seemed to appear without effort, a part of him that didn’t belong.

"You're losing yourself," the voice whispered again, its tone smooth and coaxing. "Why fight it? Why fight me? You can't escape what you've become. Why resist the gifts I offer? What harm is one more wish?"

David gritted his teeth. "No," he muttered aloud to no one. "I won’t make another wish."

The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound in the room was his own breathing, shallow and uneven. The tension in his chest grew, a feeling he couldn’t shake, as if something was slowly choking him, strangling him from the inside.

In the kitchen, a faint rumbling sound echoed through the apartment. His stomach. He hadn’t eaten in days, perhaps even longer. The hunger was a constant ache in the pit of his stomach, gnawing at him, relentless. But he wouldn’t give in. Not to the voice, not to the lamp.Yet, as he sat in the dark, the hunger began to consume him. The emptiness inside him wasn’t just physical—it was psychological, emotional. He felt like a shell, an empty husk of the person he used to be. And that’s when the thought crept in, quiet at first, but growing.

David sat in the dim glow of his apartment, the air thick with the scent of neglect. The curtains remained drawn, shutting out the world outside. His stomach growled violently, a deep, twisting pain that had been gnawing at him for days. He had avoided food, avoided the whispers, resisted the voice that urged him to make another wish. But now, his resolve was crumbling.

"You are starving, Muhammad. Why suffer?" The voice was stronger now, more than just a whisper. It coiled around his thoughts, pressing against his mind with relentless insistence.

"Stop calling me that," David muttered, his voice hoarse.

"Why fight it? You only make it harder on yourself. Wish for food. Just one small wish."

His body felt weak, trembling slightly as he leaned against the kitchen counter. The fridge was empty, save for a carton of expired milk and a half-eaten sandwich he didn’t remember leaving there. His fingers twitched. His head throbbed. His hunger was unbearable.

"Just one wish, Muhammad. One bite. One meal. You deserve it."

His breathing was ragged as he clenched his fists. But in the end, the pain won.

“I wish for food,” he whispered, barely audible.

A rush of cold air swept through the apartment, sending a shiver down his spine. Then, in an instant, his kitchen table was filled with plates upon plates of food—steaming meats, golden bread, bowls of fragrant rice, and an array of sweets he had never seen before. The smell was intoxicating, rich and spiced, filling the apartment with an aroma that made his mouth water uncontrollably.

He didn’t hesitate. He lunged for the nearest dish, shoving handfuls of food into his mouth. It was delicious, overwhelming his senses, and he devoured it without restraint. His stomach, empty for days, screamed in relief. But as he ate, he felt it—his body changing.

A tightness spread across his midsection. His shirt pressed against his stomach, the fabric pulling, stretching. His pants dug into his waist, biting into his skin. He barely noticed at first, too consumed by hunger, but with every swallow, he felt himself growing heavier.

His fingers, once slender, now seemed thicker as they grabbed another handful of meat. His arms, softer. His reflection in the kitchen window showed a man whose face was rounding, his jawline fading under a new layer of flesh. He swallowed, and a shudder ran through him.

"More," the voice urged.

He tried to stop, but his hands wouldn’t listen. He reached for another piece of bread, another bite of rice, his body acting on instinct. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolling down his temples. His skin felt hotter, his body heavier, his breathing slower.

His scalp tingled. Running a trembling hand over his head, he felt it—more hair was gone. His fingers glided over smooth, thinning patches where thick hair had once been. A gasp caught in his throat. He rushed to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath his weight.

The mirror revealed a stranger. His once-athletic frame was softening, his stomach rounding over the waistband of his pants. His face, unfamiliar, bore the signs of a man aging rapidly. His hairline had retreated further, leaving the crown of his head sparse. He reached up, fingers shaking, and ran them over the remaining strands.

"No..." he whispered.

"It suits you, Muhammad." The voice was stronger now, more certain, more him.

David gripped the sink, his knuckles white. His stomach churned, not with hunger, but with fear. He tried to speak, but the voice was louder, drowning him out.

"Eat more. Grow. Become who you were always meant to be."

His reflection in the mirror smiled. But David hadn’t move.

David woke up feeling heavier, his breath labored as he tried to push himself up from his bed. His body had changed again overnight—his belly now protruded even further, the flesh sagging slightly over the waistband of his too-tight pants. He could feel the rough fabric pressing against his skin, chafing where it didn't quite fit anymore. His scalp tingled strangely, and when he reached up, his fingers met the smoothness of his balding head. Only a thin ring of hair remained, circling the back and sides.

The voice was no longer just a whisper. It was clear, confident, and no longer just inside his head. It spoke through him.

"Good morning, Muhammad," it said, his own lips forming the words before he could even think to stop them.

David recoiled, his heart pounding. That’s not my name. That’s not my voice.

He stumbled into the bathroom, gripping the sink as he leaned forward, staring into the mirror.

"No… no, this isn’t me!" David gasped.

"Isn’t it?" the voice chuckled.

David watched in horror as his reflection smiled—but he hadn't smiled. His own face, his own muscles, yet they did not obey him. His hand lifted to his beard, stroking it with familiarity, as if it belonged to someone else entirely.

A deep, musky scent filled the air, thick with sweat and something earthier—something undeniably masculine. It clung to his skin, seeping from the dense hair on his chest, his shoulders, his arms. The scent wrapped around him like a second skin, comforting, familiar. His hands roamed freely now, without hesitation. He grinned as his fingers squeezed the soft weight of his pectorals, feeling the slight jiggle beneath his touch. His other hand traveled lower, cupping the heavy flesh of his backside, relishing the way it had grown fuller, softer.

His fingers drifted upwards again, over his thick beard, the coarse strands rubbing against his palm. Then, with a deep exhale, he ran his hand over the smooth, bare crown of his head, shivering at the strange satisfaction it brought. No longer the thick, boyish hair of his past—just the proud, open expanse of skin that marked his transformation.

Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, his hand slid beneath his waistband. His breath hitched. The weight of his manhood was unmistakable—heavier, thicker. His fingers wrapped around himself, exploring the girth, feeling the heat radiating from it. His grip tightened instinctively as his other hand cupped his testicles, now hanging lower, fuller. Then, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning—he was circumcised.

David's mind recoiled, a scream ripping through his consciousness, but his body—his new body—reacted differently. The voice purred in delight, laughing at his shock.

"Ah, Muhammad, do you feel it? How much more sensitive you are now? How much more complete?"

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he gasped, his knees momentarily buckling.

"Doesn’t this feel right? So much better than before?"

David fought against it, his mind thrashing, screaming, but it was like drowning in a rising tide. The voice only grew stronger, laughing mockingly.

"Tell me, who could ever believe a man like this was once called David?"

It spat the name with disgust, as if it were a stain that needed to be erased. And with every passing second, with every shudder of unwanted pleasure, Muhammad grew stronger.

"Finally… after all this time, I see myself again."

David gritted his teeth, trying to force control back into his body. He grabbed his face, shaking himself, as if he could wake up from this nightmare.

"Get out of my head!" he shouted.

But the voice only laughed.

"Your head? Your body? No, no, my friend. This was never truly yours. It was only a vessel, waiting for me to return."

David’s knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor. His mind swam with memories that were not his—visions of deserts, of bustling markets filled with the scent of spices, of long robes flowing in the wind, of prayers whispered under the glow of lanterns. He clutched his head, trying to block them out, but they flooded into him relentlessly.

He felt himself being pulled up—his own arms forcing him to stand. His movements were sluggish, but no longer his own. He turned, walking back into his bedroom, his legs carrying him with an unfamiliar purpose. His breath came slow and deep, the voice guiding him.

"These clothes do not suit me."

His fingers twitched, and before he could resist, the words left his mouth.

"I wish for something more… appropriate."

A rush of warmth enveloped him, and in an instant, his clothes shifted. His tight, ill-fitting Western attire was gone. Instead, he found himself dressed in a long, flowing robe, the fabric smooth against his skin. His pants had transformed into loose, billowing trousers. A kufi now sat atop his balding head.

David gasped—but it was not just the clothing that had changed. His body had responded as well.with this new wish. He felt his hips widen slightly, his belly rounding out even more, his backside pressing heavily against the fabric. His legs thickened, his arms heavier, his fingers slightly stubbier. His breathing deepened, slower, more measured.

And worst of all—his reflection was smiling.

"Yes… this is how it should be," the voice purred.

David trembled, trying to move, trying to force himself to run, but his body no longer obeyed him. His hands traced the folds of his new clothing, smoothing them with an almost reverent touch. His fingers ran along his belly, pressing gently against its soft curve.

"Look at you, Muhammad. You are perfect now."

"No! My name is David!"

But his reflection only tilted its head, eyes filled with amusement.

"Not anymore."

His mouth opened, but he did not speak—the voice did.

"Your body is mine. Your mind will follow. And soon, you will forget there was ever a David at all."

David's breathing hitched. He could feel his memories slipping. His apartment—his job—his old face. It was all blurring, fading like sand in the wind.

He turned, his hands reaching out, but they did not obey him. Instead, they grasped the objects around the room—his books, his gadgets, his belongings. None of them felt right anymore. They were foreign. Out of place.

"This life does not suit me," the voice growled.

A surge of anger swelled within him—not his anger, but the voice’s. His hands moved of their own accord, sweeping across the table, knocking everything to the ground. His laptop crashed against the floor, shattering. His clothes were ripped from the closet and thrown aside. He grabbed a framed picture—Jay, smiling beside him—and for a fleeting moment, David felt something familiar.

But then his hands crushed the frame. The glass shattered in his grip.

"None of this belongs here anymore. None of it belongs to me."

David wanted to scream, wanted to fight, but his voice was no longer his own. His body, his movements, even his thoughts were slipping away. He watched as his own lips curved into a smile, a satisfied chuckle escaping his throat.

"It is almost done."

He turned back toward the mirror, staring into his own unfamiliar face. His hands lifted, tracing his beard, his rounded chin, his thinning hair.

His reflection smiled back.

And for the first time—David felt something terrifying.

Not fear.

Not resistance.

But… acceptance.

He couldn't remember why he was fighting anymore.

The voice whispered softly, like a final lullaby.

"Say it, Muhammad. Say your name."

His lips trembled.

"I… I am…"

A pause. A last shred of hesitation.

And then, with a breath—

"I am Muhammad."

His reflection grinned.

And David was gone.

The voice that had guided him, shaped him, no longer whispered. It no longer needed to.

Muhammad turned to the antique lamp sitting quietly on the table, its golden surface gleaming under the dim light. He reached out, fingers brushing against it once more, but this time, there was no wish to be made. He had everything he needed.

Instead, he lifted the lamp carefully, walking towards the window. Below, the city stretched out before him—so modern, so different from the world he once knew, yet full of possibilities. With a slow, deliberate motion, he placed the lamp into a wooden chest, locking it away.

For now.

Muhammad smiled. There would always be another fool willing to rub the lamp, another soul eager to claim its magic. The cycle would continue. But for now, he had a life to reclaim.

He turned away from the window, stepping into his new existence, leaving behind the last lingering traces of the man who had once been David.

The lamp sat in the darkness, silent and waiting.

It had done this before. It would do it again.

Somewhere, in another city, another unsuspecting soul would find it. They would pick it up, marvel at its craftsmanship, and wonder if the legends were true.

And when they finally gave in to curiosity and polished its surface, the cycle would begin anew.

Do you believe in the power of wishes?

If so, perhaps you’d like to hear of others who have made a wish… and paid the price.

[azrerad]

Hey friend! I was scrolling through TikTok earlier, and encountered a weird glitch that repeated the same TikTok of a jock-type person flexing over and over. Any clue what that could have been?

Oh, this video?

Sorry man, but it's too late now you've seen it.

You see, it was meant to be a fun little experiment at first, but it quickly got out of hand. The guy that posted the video originally was just showing off his body, until his witch ex saw the video. She thought it'd be fun to put a little curse on it, make any guys that saw it feel like they were big and beefy too. There was only one problem. She fucked up the spell without realising at first, and soon she found herself hypnotically staring at the video of her ex flexing.

Her body exploded with muscle the longer she watched, pumping up bigger and thicker with each loop. She didn't stay a 'she' much longer. A huge cock and balls pushed out and replaced her pussy, destroying the last trace of anything feminine she had left.

The level of panic once she realised she was now a he because of the curse on the video was almost comical, but it was justified. He couldn't do anything about it now, only the women in his family could inherit the gift. And with the spell accidentally messed up there was no hope of another family member undoing it now he'd lost his powers.

All he could do was sit jerking off his new member and hope not too many people saw the video.

He was wrong.

Load of people saw it. Including you.

You were sat around one evening chilling and scrolling idly on Tiktok when it came across your feed. You almost scrolled past it, what does an average straight black dude care about some white jock flexing? You were about to flick away to the next video when something about it caught your eye.

It was kinda impressive right? Not that you were gay or anything, but you were allowed to appreciate a guys body when he'd clearly put a lot of work into making it bigger. And so what if you did get a little turned on the more loops of it you watched?

The same process that'd happened with so many other people had begun to happen to you as you watched, unable to tear your eyes away. Muscles bulged across every inch of your body as you got bigger and more masculine, slight facial hair appearing on your jaw and upper lip where previously you'd been able to grow none.

Soon enough a huge buff dude was sat where your average self had been a second ago, clothes stretched to almost the point of breaking. Your cock was rock hard too as you watched the video, the stud flexing and showing off his biceps being a huge turn on for a now gay man like yourself.

So umm, sorry man. I can't really do anything about it. It's a witches magic, and sure if she still had her powers then maybe I could do something about the fucked up spell. But HE doesn't. Makes the whole thing pretty much impossible, so you're gonna have to live with being a huge jock like a lot of other Tiktok users are. Good news is there's gonna be a lot of good workout advice flooding the app soon, so it won't be hard to adjust.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if that's all Tiktok became at the rate this is going. It's confined to that app, the witch at least had the good sense to confine the original curse to there which deals with the biggest problem. So enjoy your new workout app I guess! It'll just be tones of muscular dudes flexing and posting workout tips, perfect for a buff gay jock like you!

[azrerad]

Hey, my friend just got transformed by this weird TikTok video, and what’s worse, it seems that video’s spread all over the app. I’ve deleted the app, but I’m still being asked by him to watch the video. What’s more is that he’s being nicer to me than he ever has been: he’s been complimenting me, buying me small gifts, and has asked me to hang out more than ever. I’m not gay, but I believe he has a crush on me now? He wasn’t gay before! Any ideas on how to help?

You were one of the few that didn't see it then? Honestly I gotta say I'm impressed man, almost everyone that was on Tiktok saw that video.

Hell, everyone that works there saw it! The whole company is just ripped gymbro's now. They can still all do their jobs, guess the curse had some mercy for those helping it spread, but they've been totally dedicated to turning it into a full on workout app.

I've even heard some people are downloading it on purpose to get big fast, if they end up gay it's a small price to pay for the body of their dreams. It's become a global phenomenon, "getting Tok'd" is what they're calling it now.

Honestly? I don't think I really can help man. I can stop it, the massive reality change it would require at this point is hard enough to do, let alone the extra complications I mentioned last time. The world is going gay, new people are getting Tok'd every day when they see how happy their friends were after downloading the app. And you know what they say right? If you can't beat them, join them.

It's for the best, it really is. You've seen what a sweet hunk your friend turned out to be, wouldn't it be pretty nice to have that all to yourself? If I'm gonna be frank, everyone is going to get Tok'd eventually, even me. So why not just do it now and land a gorgeous boyfriend in the process before he gives up and moves on?

See, that wasn't so bad was it? Doesn't it feel good to be huge and hunky? There's going to be a little adjustment period sure, you're going to find pretty much nothing fits anymore and you're constantly bumping into things with your new size, but you'll learn to love it soon enough.

You've got your friend to help you after all, show you all the ins and outs of the gym and how to eat right. You were best friends before, and you'll still be best friends after too.

Oh you did start dating in the end? Well look at the two of you! Such a gorgeous couple.

I hope you've had a chance to see that you were actually worrying about nothing. You're still you after all, mostly. Just with a new love for working out and sucking cock.

[azrerad]

Wavell's Birthday Surprise

Happy Birthday to my very good friend @mrwavellswaps! He's the best friend I could want, so here's a little something in celebration of his special day! Make sure you all go check out the Transforming the Teacher collaboration here, it'll be important so you all understand the lore going on!

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I’ve been Dane for around a month now. It’d all started when I was at work, just like any other day of the week as a maths teacher. Little did I know my life would be irrevocably changed when Mr Wavell decided to pay me a visit and transformed me into this huge, hunky stud I was now accustomed to being. It had taken some time to adjust though. The first morning I woke up in this body I’d almost screamed in shock before things started coming back to me and I realised the events of the previous day hadn’t been a dream.

Dating a man originally from an alternate universe that also happened to have literal magical powers had turned out to be a wild ride. For one, he could do amazing things with his cock. Like, truly unbelievable. If you’ve never had a guy’s rock-hard cock literally lengthen and thicken inside you whilst you’re getting fucked, you’re missing out. He was sweet too. Sure, he had his enigmatic maturity because of his merging with Oliver Wavell, but the closer I got to him the more I caught glimpses of the person he used to be. A young man not much older than 18 whose magic had been killing his own body. He was just as new to this whole romance thing as I was, which was surprisingly comforting.

I was currently sitting almost naked in the middle of one of the rooms of Wavell’s mansion. He was no doubt off transforming some unsuspecting people, which I was sure I’d hear all about as soon as he was home. A jockstrap was the only thing I had on, but it wasn’t any ordinary jockstrap. No, it had been given to me by Wavell, Oliver as I usually called him, as a ‘test’. He was being all secretive about something, and insisted I used this magically infused jockstrap to try and tap into his own near infinite supply of magic. So that’s what I’d spent the better half of the last month doing. Sat almost naked because Wavell was a horny bastard that loved to stare at my body, attempting to get a feel for what magic was like. I’d gotten good too in the time he’d been off having fun, or I thought I had at least.

The sudden feeling of lips on the back of my neck shook the magic out of my grip. “How’s it going?” I heard Wavell’s voice whisper against my skin.

I leant back into his warm, familiar prescience and smiled softly. “Pretty good, I think. Does time flow weirdly here or something? I know this whole place is running outside of normal time,” I gestured vaguely around at the walls, “but I swear it only feels like I’ve been sitting here five minutes, even though I know it’s been longer.”

“You finally noticed it then?” Wavell said as I felt him sit down on the floor behind me. His hands had settled onto the bare skin of my waist, and were rubbing up and down gently. “It’s the magic you’ve been dabbling with, not the place that makes time feel funny. It can have that effect when you’re not familiar with its touch. This is the first session you’ve noticed it these past few weeks of practising though, that’s a good sign Dane.” 

“Yeah? I did wonder what was up with that. Your magic really does a number on people huh?” I replied.

“It certainly does, doesn’t it.” My mentor smirked as his hands drifted upwards to give my pecs a cheeky grope. “Describe it to me, would you? My magic that is, how did it feel when you were using it?” 

“Colourful.” I said without thinking. “There were all these colours that danced at the edge of my vision, some I hadn’t even seen before. When I pulled at them with my mind and held them close, that’s when I felt the magic flair up. Was different depending on what colour I pulled at.”

“Colourful huh? That’s not exactly how I’d- Hmmm, you certainly are a conundrum, aren’t you?”

“If you say so.” I rested my head back on his shoulder and tilted it so he could see my eyes; they were a shimmering gold colour that almost seemed to swim around instead of what they were supposed to be. “I think I might have got a bit of a handle on physical transformation magic.” 

Wavell smiled down at me with a hint of amusement. “I had no doubts that was what you’d take a look at first, given that blog of yours you showed me.” 

“Guilty as charged. Sorting through all these colours seems like it will take forever, but there’s an icy blue that always comes up when I’m looking at transformations. I think that and this weird, greenish red colour make up physical changes. How long did it take you to get a handle on them?” 

“On these colours you say you can see?” Wavell asked. “My own magic took a long while before I got it totally under control, but I always had a sense of what it was I suppose. It’s always just come so naturally, especially once I took this form.” He hadn’t quite answered the question I asked, but it was good enough that I didn’t dwell on it for too long.

After a couple more seconds of enjoying his embrace, I eventually pulled myself up to my feet and let my eyes fade back to their regular colour. I was standing over Wavell now, my large, bulky body on full display in just the red jockstrap. I held a hand out and pulled Wavell to his feet again along with me; now he was home I had a surprise for him.

“So, I know you said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, but I couldn’t help but plan a little something whilst I was practising. I remembered what you were saying about Oliver Wavell being perfectly in tune with you and that’s what let you take him over for good, so I got a little curious.” I glanced down at our still joined hands as I spoke and smiled nervously.

“Curious about?”

“Curious if there were any other bodies out there which would be as in tune with you as your current one. Bodies that were a little more, ummm, bulky.” I glanced back up, my eyes wide with sudden embarrassment. “Not that I don’t like your current one! You’re very handsome. It’s just, I’ve seen how much you love touching my body... and all those stories about the type of guys you’ve hopped into before... Maybe you’d enjoy something a little more my size as a permanent home?”

“My my, someone has been busy whilst I’ve been gone huh?” Wavell said as his hands slid down and around my waist before settling over my exposed ass cheeks. “But I don’t expect finding another that’s able to hold my magic like Oliver can would be an easy task. I myself spent a long while jumping back and forth between your world and mine before I stumbled on this body. The magic I possess is just too vast for the average person to hold it for long unless they resonate with it perfectly; there’s a reason I can only possess bodies for so long before I’m forced to leave so I don’t hurt them or worse.” 

“I needed a connection to your magic, so I took the jockstrap and went looking anyway.” I blushed as I remembered just how I’d had to go looking. “I was sitting in one corner of a gym locker-room in just the jock, trying not to get seen as I felt around the gym for anyone that felt the same as I feel when you’re around. You making it so it only works when I’m not wearing clothes really wasn’t helpful then I can assure you that.” I deadpanned. 

Wavell smirked at me. “You look so good in just the jockstrap though! Frames that fat ass of yours perfectly, and that bulge makes my mouth water just looking at it.” One of his hands moved around to cup my package, secured under the fitted and admittedly very comfortable fabric.

“Stop being horny and let me finish!” I laughed as Wavell wiggled his eyebrows before he returned both hands to my backside. “Anyway. Whilst I didn’t find anyone that was a match, there were a few guys that felt like they were almost there. Similar to how the magic in the jockstrap felt, but not quite the same.”

“Them being similar won’t cut it though I’m afraid. Sure, I could probably take an extended vacation in one, but fusing permanently won’t work unless they’re just right to gel with my magic.” Wavell said with an apologetic look. 

“You see, that’s what got me thinking.” I said with a slight twinkle in my eye. “A lot of what makes up maths is taking a problem you don’t know how to solve but have the pieces for, and putting those pieces together to find a solution. We could probably spend ten years looking and not find someone that fits as well as Oliver Wavell does, but what if we could make someone fit?” 

Wavell raised a curious eyebrow. “Make someone fit? Go on?” 

I shrugged. “Take one of these guys I’ve found that is close but not perfect, and do whatever magic transforming mumbo jumbo you do to them until they can hold your magic. I can’t pretend to know how you’d do it; I’ve only just got a handle on making adjustments on myself after all. That’s your part to solve.” 

Wavell didn’t say anything for a few moments as a thoughtful look settled over his handsome features. “I suppose the only way to find out is to jump inside and get a feel for them. See what my magic thinks and whether there’s any merit to this idea you’ve got.” He gave an innocent smile that warmed my heart. Though that innocence was quite short-lived as his smile turned a bit more cheeky. “Want to go out just in that?” 

I glanced down at myself and blushed a little. “God no, that would be embarrassing. Think you can get me some clothes?” 

A wave of his hand and suddenly I was fully dressed again. “You know where to find these men you’ve picked out without stripping down again?” 

I nodded. “I kept an eye on them. If they aren’t at the gym, we can check their places.” 

“Lead the way then Dane, I’ll be right behind you.” Wavell said with a gesture at the door.  

I rolled my eyes as I started walking. “To stare at my ass in these jeans I bet!”

“Oh you know me so well, I did give it to you for a reason after all!” 

~~~ 

I’d never managed to quite get used to the way Wavell travelled. We’d walked to the mansion that first day we met, but I soon learnt that was more of a one time romantic thing from a man that could be anywhere he wanted just by thinking it. One second we were standing in his walk-in wardrobe so I could get dressed, the next his hand was on mine and we were gone in a flash.

The next thing I knew we were standing in a cosy looking bedroom. Laid out naked on the bed below us with a blanket to hide his package was the first hunk I'd chosen, sound asleep.

“How did you-?” I whispered in an attempt not to wake the hairy hunk. 

Wavell tapped the side of his nose and winked. “Magic Dane. You know which dudes you picked out, so all I had to do was tap into that.”

“So now…?”

Wavell grinned. “Now my dear Dane, I hop inside and see what I can do.”

I had heard stories from Wavell of him possessing people, of when he'd slid himself into someone's body and taken control; but actually watching it as it unfolded before my eyes was a strange sight. 

He sat down on the bed beside the man and waved a hand over his body as he shifted around in his sleep. The hunk soon settled, and that was when Wavell placed a hand on his beefy chest. No, that was wrong. It wasn't on his chest, it was in his chest. The hand seemed to sink into the furred muscle as I watched in awe at the strange, almost otherworldly sight. It was soon followed by the rest of Wavell's wrist and forearm, then his bicep, before finally his shoulder had sunk inside the huge slab of muscle. 

“Fucking hell.” I said as Wavell briefly paused and grinned over at me. 

“You haven't seen anything yet Dane, just wait until I'm in control!” He practically leapt on top of the huge man below him then. The rest of the massive body almost shivered as Wavell forced his way inside. More and more of my familiar lover sunk away, and the massive hairy dude began to stir the more Wavell took over. 

It only took a few more moments for Wavell to push himself completely inside; I knew he'd done it when the man on the bed groaned, sat up, then winked at me. “Very nice choice of first body here Dane, how'd you like this one with me in control?” He said as he started to run his hands over his new temporary body. 

I took a seat beside him and placed a hand on one of his thighs. “Daddy Wavell’s looking sexy as fuck in this one.”

He was silent for a brief moment whilst he carried on inspecting, but spoke up a second later. “I can feel it you know, the potential for this body to become a permanent host. I’ll need to plant a seed of my magic and see if it flourishes, see if I can fix the slight dissonance between myself and any of these men you’ve chosen.” He looked between my hand on his huge thigh and my curious face as I watched him. “But give me a few minutes of focus and I can probably get a seed in here.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him and smirked. “Once you’ve done that, maybe there’s somewhere else you should stick your seed? After all, you should probably take that body for a test drive right?”

Wavell nodded. “I think you might be right there Dane…”

An hour of sweaty sex and both magical and non magical seed planting, and I was laid curled up with Wavell in this guy’s bed. Two beefy studs tangled up together and sticky beyond belief. After having seemingly endless amounts of sex with Wavell in his ordinary lean body over the last month, getting my ass bred by a man the same size as me and twice as hairy was certainly a nice change of pace. He definitely seemed to be enjoying it as well with how often he stopped to flex and run his hands through the forest of fur covering almost every inch of his body. And of course he couldn’t stop himself from doing his trademark bedroom magic trick of making his new body’s cock grow and shrink dramatically inside me as he pumped. It was so incredible that I was somewhat upset when he finally finished, but that was nothing new when it came to sex with Wavell. As amazing as it felt when he unloaded inside me and filled me to the brim, I knew it had to stop eventually.

“Now that was hot.” I said as I idly stroked the hair on his chest afterwards. 

“That it was my love, but we have more places to be before the day is over right?”

I nodded. “Three more to go. Hopefully I’m right and these seeds of magic will do the trick.”

Wavell smiled and gave the top of my head a quick kiss. “I have every faith in you Dane, I’m sure at least one of them will work out, if not all of them. I’d have a real choice on my hands then.”

We laid there for a few more minutes before I eventually pulled myself out of Wavell’s embrace and started to search around for my clothes. “Are you going to leave him here all sweaty and cum covered?” I asked as I slid my jeans back on. 

Wavell had already slipped out of the guy at some point between when I stood up and when I started pulling my clothes on. He was looking down at the once again sleeping form of the man he’d just been inside, and with a snap of his fingers the guy was back to almost exactly how we’d found him. “Better?”

I smiled. “Much. Onto the next place then? I think we can find at least one of them at the gym, if not more.”

“Hang on. Just one last thing for our sleeping hunk here.” I saw that grin on his face and I already knew he was planning something. With a wave of his hand I couldn’t help but shake my head as I watched the hairy hunk’s cock stretch from its ordinary six inches up to a hefty nine or so. Perhaps even more. It was hard to tell.

“Was that really necessary?” I raised an eyebrow towards my ever horny boyfriend.

He simply laughed whilst he gently placed a hand under the new python he’d granted this man and gripped it gently. “No. But I thought he deserved a sort of consolation in the short term if this does somehow end up being my future body.” Almost on cue this new monster cock began firing another huge load which caused the man to groan in his sleep. I could only face palm at the mess as I watched, then gave Wavell a look that didn’t require words.

Once I’d made Wavell clean up the second mess he’d caused, he slid his hand into mine, and in a flash we were off. The sleeping stud would be none the wiser about what we’d gotten up to with his body, unless Wavell ended up merging with him at a later date. 

~~~

We found our next candidates in the gym just like I’d guessed we would. They were both huge bodybuilder types, people that probably lived almost exclusively in the gym. You didn’t get a body like either of theirs without some serious discipline and it becoming a lifestyle. We had Alex, the dark-haired beefcake in purple, and the muscled black hunk that went by Ched, both over doing bicep curls with the free weights.

I had gotten very familiar with the gym lifestyle since I’d been gifted with this body, but part of me couldn’t resist the sweeter foods. I could only assume it was this body, as from day one in my new form I’d never had or cared about gaining shredded abs or being crazy toned like these dudes so obviously were. Thick and slightly soft was my game. 

“How’d you want to play this then? Two of them, how’s that going to work? One at a time?” I whispered to Wavell as we stood off to one corner of the gym. We were out the way enough to not be noticed, whilst also having a good view of both men. 

There was a knowing smile on his face when I glanced over. “I’ve seen plenty of men like these two, possessed plenty too. Won’t be too difficult to get close or implant the magic, not when I know exactly what works on them.” With that Wavell was off towards Alex. There was some little flutter of magic, but the only clue I had to what he’d done was a slight change in how he walked. Some type of illusion?

It was the strangest of interactions to watch unfold. Alex looked to be in the middle of his arm workout as Wavell approached. He was stood up with two massive weights in each hand, curling them up slowly as he watched his form in the gym mirror. Wavell approached slowly and waited for Alex to finish up the set he was in the middle of before he spoke. I couldn’t make out what he was saying from this distance, but after a couple of moments Alex seemed to allow Wavell to help him out.

It was all normal for a few minutes. Wavell got behind Alex as he went up in weight, then helped spot Alex as he tested out the heavier load. For a few reps all seemed fine, until Alex strained with each lift and Wavell had to step in and lend a hand. He stepped in close, bulge pressed right against the stud's round ass as he braced a hand under each elbow to support. There was another something, a hint of magic again like the first body Wavell had ‘seeded’ with his magic. 

Pressing his bulge into Alex's ass as the method of possession was unorthodox, but also so very Wavell. Once again Wavell’s body seemed to disappear into the one in front of him, starting cock and balls first. The seconds went by and Wavell’s body shrunk away to nothing as he pushed himself into Alex’s body whilst his magic held off anyone from noticing anything wrong. All I had to do was blink and then there was only one man there now; Alex with Wavell now inside him. 

His magic made it easy to right the weight Alex had stumbled with and finish the rep then set the weights down. He cracked his neck from side to side, then rolled his shoulders back. He admired himself in the mirror for a second, I assumed to plant the seed of his magic, then glanced over and blew a kiss in my direction. 

With him finished up with Alex, it was onto Ched. Thanks to Wavell’s magic he hadn’t noticed anything up like the rest of the gym patrons, which would come as a huge advantage. Possessing Ched now he was in control of Alex’s hunky form would be easy. He stood up from the bench and swaggered across the floor towards Ched, a confident look on his face. 

Wavell inside Alex slapped a friendly hand down on Ched’s shoulder as he was in the middle of a set of bicep curls. “Looking good dude! But you could be pushing it even harder, I know you man. Want me to spot you lifting heavier?” I could just about hear Wavell said as he channelled his best gym bro self.

Ched smiled up at Wavell. “Thanks bro! Yeah I’m always down for bigger lifts, let’s get to it man!” 

From there Wavell had him hook, line and sinker. He got in close, closer than he needed to help him lift the heavier weights, and pressed his stolen body almost right up against Ched’s. He pretended to make little adjustments to help Ched lift throughout the sets as an excuse to keep close and take any opportunity to touch the massive black dude. A little magic whispered into his ear and a slight jerking motion and I knew he’d done it. 

I was expecting Alex to get up and walk off then, for Wavell to jump over into Ched to seed him too. That wasn’t what happened. 

Both men looked over at me and grinned. It was a look filled with lust and amusement, one that told me Wavell was up to something as the two stalked towards me. 

“W-Wavell…?” I said as both Alex and Ched drew close. 

Both men nodded. “Whilst I’m getting their bodies all juiced up with magic I thought it’d be easier to get both done at once.” Alex said. “And I’ve seen your mind Dane, I know how hot you find the idea of a threesome like this.” Ched continued. 

I could barely speak. I had no idea Wavell was capable of something like this, of something so deliciously hot. I glanced around as Wavell closed the distance between me and his two temporary forms until I found what I was looking for. 

I nodded over at a nearby storage cupboard. “In there. Quickly.” I said with a slight blush. 

Both jock’s mouths hit my neck and started to kiss hungrily as we stumbled back into the privacy of a lockable room. Thank god for him and his magic, because there was no way my ass would be able to take both of these studs without that help.

It began with the three of us obsessively admiring each other's muscles while we gradually removed layers of clothing. It didn’t take long before Alex-Wavell started gloating about being the biggest between us and how that meant ‘he got to go first’. I soon realised what he meant when I found myself sandwiched between the two jocks. Ched-Wavell positioning his ass in front of me, guiding my cock towards his hole while Alex-Wavell excitedly got himself ready to plunge into my own juicy ass. When it started it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. One Wavell was hot as fuck; two was more mind blowing than I felt my regular human brain could handle.

I was struggling to stay grounded in reality with all my senses overloading. On one end I had a massive blonde hunk slamming into my prostate who with every thrust forced my own cock to sink in and out of the beautiful black muscle ass before me. I could barely form words as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I only received the tiniest rest when the two Wavell’s made the decision to switch but it didn’t take long for them to get back into the rhythm. Now I found myself mindlessly plunging into Alex-Wavell’s even bigger ass while Ched-Wavell jackhammered me with his fat cock.

This only ended when I couldn’t hold my load any longer and found myself seeding Alex-Wavell’s ass. The two of them seemed to share a knowing glance as if they were waiting for this. Once I’d unloaded every drop Alex-Wavell pulled my cock out of his ass, some of my cum dripping out in the process, and turned to give me a deep kiss before joining his other half behind me. I should’ve known what was going to happen next. Soon after I found myself having to hold back some rather extreme groans as both hunks penetrated my ass simultaneously. I had no idea it was possible to feel this… full. Feeling both cocks were wetly rubbing together inside me as they drifted between thrusting in union and pumping in parallel to each other, all the while they tirelessly made out and complimented themselves on how hot and huge they were. That is before they turned their attention to showering me with compliments as well, each of them grabbing at one of my pecs from behind as we could all agree that I still had the juiciest muscle tits between us.

We let Ched and Alex stumble out of the storage closet around half an hour later, dazed and a little confused once Wavell had released them from his possession. They were left with zero recollection of the three-way fuck train they had with me or having both dumped their loads inside me at the same time. In its place would be a strange memory of hooking up with each other of which the two otherwise straight men wouldn’t be able to explain. Taking turns fucking eachother until they finished by rubbing their cocks together. A passing gay experience, a one off they wouldn’t dwell on for long except late at night in occasional horny fantasies. 

“You enjoyed leaving them like that, didn’t you?” I rolled my eyes a little as we rested against the wall outside the room we’d just been fucking in, but couldn’t help the smile that peaked at the corners of my lips. 

Wavell shrugged. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” The attempt to act noncommittal was a bad one with how well I knew him. Throwing gay experiences at the straightest of men like those two was something he loved more than anything else. 

I shook my head and chuckled. “Come on you, one last man on the list that I managed to find.” I said as I held a hand out. 

Wavell slid his hand into mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “One last stop then.”

~~~

Here we were, the final man. He was significantly older than the other three men I’d found, but just as muscular as I wanted Wavell. We had to search around a little, but after a couple of jumps we located him at work. From what we could see as we watched him through a window from the street he owned an art gallery, one he was in the middle of preparing for a new show. Dressed up in a simple pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and his tools slung low around his waist, I was reminded of how glad I felt when I’d first spotted him in the gym and realised he was a close match. A real silver fox.

Before I could even ask what the plan this time was, Wavell was walking up to the closed gallery door and knocking on it. I followed behind him, looking a touch worried at just what shenanigans he was about to pull now. 

Our target set down the picture he’d been holding and tucked his pencil behind his ear as he came over to us. “Hi, hi!” He said as the glass door swung open. “I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly open for business this evening, but we’ve got a great showing coming up this weekend-”

Wavell held a hand up and smiled warmly. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, I really am. But me and my boyfriend Dane here,” he gestured back at me, “were looking to make a very particular acquisition that Dane thinks only you can help us with. Would you mind if we just took a couple of minutes to pick your brain…?”

“Christpher, but please, call me Chris.” He glanced over his shoulder into the gallery, then back at Wavell and I. “I suppose I could spare a couple of minutes, I could probably use the break anyway.”

Wavell beamed at him and held out a friendly hand to be shaken. “You have no idea how grateful we are. I promise this will only take a moment, then it’ll be like you forgot we were even here.”

That same tingle of magic sat in the air as the two men in front of me clasped hands. I watched as Chris blinked a couple times in confusion as something seemed to settle over him. I knew Wavell must’ve done something with that handshake because seconds later there was a fire in Chris’ eyes before he launched himself at my boyfriend. Their lips crashed together as this devilishly handsome man I’d scouted wrapped his arms around Wavell in a desperate frenzy. Not for long however. Before I knew it, Wavell’s form began to sink inside our latest candidate. He took a deep breath, giving his new form a feel, until next thing I knew I was being kissed softly by the newly possessed Chris. His lips were soft and tasted of coffee, and his muscled arms around my body felt comforting as our lips slid over each other’s. 

When we pulled away I couldn’t help the slight smile on my face. “Gone all romantic on me compared to earlier. No hot sweaty sex like the other bodies.”

There was a chuckle and a ruffle of my hair, which only made me smile more. “Your ass has had quite enough for one day.” His eyes flicked back into the gallery, much like those same eyes had a second ago when Chris had still been in control. “Besides, have you seen this place? All this art everywhere, I think I’d feel bad for fucking in here, even if I could undo any damage. No, just a kiss this time.”

I stepped back in closer and rested my forehead against his own stolen one. “Had a chance to implant the magic yet?”

I felt the nod of affirmation even before I heard the reply. “Doing it now. First ones took a little longer whilst I figured out exactly what I was doing to them, where I had to place the magic to attempt to let it grow and fix the differences, but I’ve got a good handle on it now. One more minute, then we can head home and play the waiting game to see if any of these four men work.”

Even once the magical seed had been planted, Wavell stayed in the vessel for a while longer as the two of us had a quick peek around the gallery. He held me close to his temporary body, allowing me to get a good feel for what the future could look like. “So then. What are your thoughts? Think you could see this being the new me?” He glanced at his reflection in a nearby mirror, admiring his sharp new features.

I glanced up at his handsome older face and smiled. “I could see you as any of the men you’ve been today.” I said earnestly. “You looked like you had fun as every one of them, so no matter the outcome I’ll be happy.” I blushed a little. “Though I can’t lie, having you in a body closer to my age is an idea I like, even if you are a hot Daddy right now.”

“Mmmm… I’ve gotta say I very much enjoyed my time as those younger meatheads you picked out. With each one I felt as though I fit right in.” Wavell gently ran a hand through that styled hair of his before dragging it across the stubble coating his face, inspecting his current look with glee. “But this one really does have that air of maturity I so love. The silver hair just feels so right, you know.” With that I tossed my arms up into a double bicep pose, getting a good look at the bulging muscle in my reflection. “Plus it’s got plenty of size to work with as well.” He smirked devilishly while checking out this body’s muscle from every angle, even lifting up his shirt to get a good look at those rock hard abs and strong pecs.

Once he was done admiring himself he smiled at me softly in a way that was unmistakable no matter what body he was in. He pulled me in and kissed my forehead before pulling me along eagerly to continue admiring all the great work around the gallery. Perhaps that was partly due to influence from Chris’ body.

Before long we once again stood together in the doorway to this fancy gallery and just held each other close. It had been one long, exciting day, so a moment of calm was well needed whilst I let Wavell finish up whatever magical things he needed to do. No matter what body he ended up in, no matter which of the four ended up working to create a new body, I knew he’d always feel the same to me. He was my Wavell. Maybe it was something about how his magic made him feel, or maybe it was simply him; but no matter what form he took, permanently or otherwise, I knew I’d always recognise him. 

The sound of a door closing behind me shook me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see the face of Oliver Wavell smiling down at me, the same face I’d grown used to this past month. 

“When did you get out of Chris?” I asked. I hadn’t felt his arms leave their embrace around me. 

“Minute or two ago. You were so lost in thought I didn’t want to disturb you, so I slipped Chris out of me and sent him back inside with no memory of us turning up at his door.” He nuzzled the top of my head slightly, then kissed it through my hair. “Thinking about anything in particular?” He asked. 

The blissful smile on my face gave away more of how I was feeling than any words ever could. 

“Just you.” I replied.

“Well I am flattered. Time to go then I suppose, a certain someone has to be up early for work tomorrow if I remember correctly.”

I shook my head a little, but couldn’t wipe the look of contentment off my face. “That I do, that I do indeed. Would you drop me off at mine then? It’s a fair way away from here and it’s rather cold out.”

Wavell nodded. “Of course I can Dane. it’d be my pleasure.”

[azrerad]

The Grass is Greener

Special thanks to @bodyswapmischief for the idea!

~~~

Eric moaned as his boyfriend fucked down into his tight hole. He never imagined he'd be here, but with the way Alex moved his hips and pinned Eric's shrinking body down to the bed he didn't need imagination. What he did need was for Alex to shoot his load inside him for the first time.

"A-Alex please I... I can't..." Eric let a soft moan spill from his lips as that thick cock inside him struck his prostate again.

Alex leaned over so his lips were right next to Eric's ear. "Can't what? Believe you're on the bottom getting fucked by your boyfriend? Can't believe you're going to cum without even touching your little cock?"

All Eric could do was manage a nod and a moan as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alex was right about everything. They were both on the edge of exploding, but Eric hadn't once touched himself since Alex had pinned him down and slid inside. Since his body had started to get smaller with each thrust from Alex, since he'd started to look less average and more like a cute twink pinned down under his huge jock boyfriend.

"Fuck baby... Here it comes!" Alex groaned.

Eric didn't have much more warning than that before he felt warm cum filling his ass. Alex's cock thrust deep into his now perfect bubble butt as the stud unloaded into Eric, which in turn tipped him over the edge too. His load wasn't as big or impressive as what Alex's huge balls were unleashing inside him, but it still felt incredible that what he shot over the bedsheets beneath him had come entirely without touching his smaller cock. Well worth the size he'd lost all over for such an intense orgasm.

Both of them panted and collapsed to the bed once they were done fucking. Alex turned and landed on his back, then pulled Eric's small frame close.

Head rested against a muscular chest, Eric smiled up at his boyfriend. "That was... Wow. You were right after all."

"Told you things would work if we stopped trying to force you being the dominant one still." Alex tilted Eric's face up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "And you've only got more adorable because of it."

That reminded Eric of just what had happened to his body since they'd stumbled into the bedroom together. He looked down and properly took in his smaller frame for the first time, then blushed. He'd once been average sized in both build and cock size, but both of those were gone now it seemed. His cock had lost a couple inches and his body was all but smooth and small, besides his ass. That was round and perky, fuckable as he already knew Alex would call it.

"What are we going to do about all this anyway...? We still don't know why any of this happened, why you're so different and why I changed just now." He said, a worried look on his face.

Alex shot back a reassuring smile. "Does it matter? We're happy again, that's all we need. So what if the circumstances were a little... Unorthodox."

Eric chuckled. "You could say that again. I'm happy yeah, I'm just curious I guess over how this all started. How we, you especially, changed so dramatically..."

~~~

Eric and his girlfriend Alexis had been in a rocky spot for a while. Being childhood sweethearts, it always felt like people expected them to end up together. No surprises came when they announced they were dating, and for a while it had all been perfect. On paper they were amazing together and hadn't seen many, if any, issues. But there had always been a tiny something that left both unsatisfied that neither could put their finger on.

That off feeling only got worse when one day Alexis didn't wake up as herself.

They'd been curled up asleep after sex the previous evening. Eric had as usual expected to wake up with his girlfriend's soft, curvy body in his arms, but that wasn't the case this morning. No, instead he felt swamped by something bulky and heavy. It shot him awake wondering what the hell was going on, and that's when he'd seen it.

The thick, muscular jock that had a massive bicep wrapped around Eric's waist. An attractive man yes, but for a straight guy like Eric that had gone to sleep next to his girlfriend, he had no idea who this was.

"Who the fuck are you??" He struggled to squirm out of the stranger's strong grip. "And what the fuck did you do with Alexis?"

The guy groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes and Eric stared down shocked. He rubbed his face, then frowned when he pulled his hands back. Eric could see the shock and confusion painted clearly over handsome features, ones that said he was just as confused as Eric was.

"E-Eric, what the fuck is going on? Why am I..." He glanced down and ran his hands over his muscular pecs. "Why am I a dude?!"

That threw Eric off. This guy appeared to be surprised not at his location, but the state of his body. Male was the surprise, but not the one that logically made sense to Eric. Then he caught a glimpse of the guy's eyes when he looked his way and how familiar that looked.

"Oh shit... Alexis, is that you?"

The hunk in bed nodded. "Yes! Who the fuck else would I be?" He, Alexis, looked down at his body again. "Fuck, what on earth is going on? This body is sweet, but why? How?"

Eric shrugged at his girlfriend's questions. He could tell now it was her, but he didn't have an explanation for the rest of it. The why, the how, that was all a massive mystery. "I've got no idea, but we can try to figure it out I'm sure."

Alexis smiled. "Yeah, we can."

~~~

They didn't have a lot of luck though over the next couple of days puzzling out just what had happened. They went to the doctor's and got Alexis checked out, but they didn't see anything other than a healthy man. They looked it up online but that didn't turn up any legitimate results. Alexis was a man now, and an attractive one at that as she kept pointing out.

Two weeks had passed since that morning, and not only were they nowhere near an answer, but their relationship has been strained too. Eric just didn't react the same way to a man trying to make romantic advances at him. Alexis tried to kiss him and he shied away. Sex was out of the question too; Eric had woken up with a hard cock rubbing against his and had to try his best not to freak out. It wasn't for lack of trying, but he just couldn't get himself in the mood or even try to be dominant when Alexis was so big and masculine now.

It was getting to the both of them. The tension over Alexis being male hadn't gone away, and if anything had got worse when she'd come to accept things.

"Listen Eric, we've looked and there doesn't seem to be a way back." She'd said one evening after insisting they talk. "Outside of transitioning, which we both know isn't a feasible option with how long it takes, I'm a man now. Honestly, I've been kind of enjoying it since the shock wore off."

Eric gulped. "What are you saying?" He asked in a small voice.

"I'm saying I think you should call me Alex from now on, short for Alexander instead of Alexis. A man, not a woman."

That sat in the air for a moment between them before Eric could speak again. He'd seen this coming over the last couple of weeks, but now being faced with the reality he wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Okay... If that's what you want I'll support you Alex." He forced a half smile. "I don't know what this means for us but, yeah."

~~~

After another week of tension, Alex had decided enough was enough.

He missed his boyfriend. In the weeks passed he'd grown used to working out to keep in shape and had really embraced being a man. It felt good, and after this time he was somewhat glad there hadn't been a way back, because it gave him an excuse to get addicted to and settle into what being a dude was like.

Now though he wanted to try and make some progress at getting back closer again, so he'd arranged for the pair to go on a trial date. A picnic in a nearby field out the back of their house where they'd have privacy, the same one they'd been to early on in their relationship. He'd put together a large bag of food and some wine and off they went.

To Eric's credit he was trying to make things work. It was painful though watching him trying to act like Alex was the same girl he'd once been and not the jock he'd become. Even as they walked to the field and chatted away things were awkward; it felt more like two friends than a pair of people that were supposedly in love. Eric tried to be his usual self, but it wasn't the same when he didn't know how to act romantic around someone bigger than him.

They ate and talked just as they always had, but there was that ever present discomfort. A small disconnect neither of them had been able to get past in the weeks since the change. Alex was tired of it.

"I'm going to go for a wander through the field, you coming?" Alex pushed himself up, then held a hand out down to Eric.

Eric pushed himself into a standing position and nodded, notably not taking the offered hand. "Yeah, I'll come." He shrugged.

The pair wandered off through the flowers, with Alex doing his best to subtly show off to Eric. He'd worn a pair of loose denim overalls that did nothing to hide his body, waving it away as the most comfortable on a hot day. When they were a ways into the field of flowers then let one of the buckles drop away and reveal half of his muscled body.

"Like what you see Eric?" He turned and flexed, then shot his boyfriend a wink.

Eric blushed slightly and shrugged. "I'm not really... We've talked about this."

"I know we have, but that doesn't mean you can't appreciate a hot body." He smirked and licked his plump lips.

Eric sighed. "I wish I could but I just... I don't know Alex. I can't force it."

Alex turned around and let the overalls drop further to reveal more of his ass. "Come on Eric, you've got to at least admit I still got a nice ass." The smirk on Alex's face grew as he teased his boyfriend.

"Alexis stop!" Eric shouted suddenly. "This... This still doesn't feel right. I'm trying, I promise I'm really trying but I need more time."

Alex's smirk slid down into a resigned look with a hint of disappointment. "Well when are you gonna be ready? I didn't choose this Eric, you know that as well as I do. I hate being treated like I'm nothing to you now when we know that's not true. You love me, why should the outside matter?"

Eric sighs, "I don't know... I just... How? I look at you and you're taller, stronger, more masculine. How can I make a move like usual? How can I act the same? Spoon you, pull you in for a hug or a kiss, things like that. It just doesn't feel the same when you're so big and so..."

Alex finally snapped as an idea popped into his head. In one sudden move Alex surged forwards and pulled Eric into a kiss. His firm lips captured Eric's before he could be stopped. Eric's immediate response was to push back, to run and try and get away from the hunk forcibly making out with him. He didn't. Instead his walls broke and he melted into Alex's arms, an unspoken part of him finally unlocked with Alex's dominance. Something he didn't realise was there before, but the more he stopped fighting and relaxed into the kiss, the more he found himself liking it. Alex kissed strong and firm like always, but now there was an extra something to back that up. Alexis didn't do anything by halves, and neither did he as Alex.

When they pulled back, Alex smiled softly. "Maybe we were trying this all wrong. We tried to keep the same dynamic as before, but that felt wrong for both of us. Like this well, I think if I take charge a bit that could ease us into things, into a new dynamic." His soft smile morphed into a cheekier one as his hands slid down towards Eric's ass. "You always did like it when I took charge on the odd occasion, maybe that being a more permanent deal would be good for us."

Eric nodded in agreement as Alex spoke. It was like a dam had burst in his mind and things were finally slotting into place. "I guess... Yeah. You being in charge is, ummm, doing things for me." He blushed. "I guess... I've never thought of myself as into men, so I'm struggling Alex. I'm sorry, I really am I-"

Alex silenced him with a finger on his lips and an affectionate smile. "Shhhh, it's okay. It's been hard for both of us to get used to this. We've both got a lot of loving to relearn how to do if things are going to be different. Me being male is a hell of a lot of changing, but do you think we can try? Can I take you home and fuck your ass?"

Eric's eyes went wide and a blush crept up his cheeks. "ALEX!! You can't just... Say things like that."

Alex licked his lips and gave Eric's ass a squeeze. "Do I hear a no anywhere in that sentence?"

"N-No..." Alex said in a small voice.

"Good." Eric glanced at their forgotten picnic. "Because as soon as that's cleared up I'm going to take you home and test this cock out for real. Jerking off is fun and all, but I need to be inside something."

Eric gulped. Something told him this night was going to be far more than he expected...

[azrerad]

Caged Beast

When a lonely Tom made his wish that he wouldn’t “feel so different from everyone else” while vacationing in Shanghai, the blonde twink should have paid closer attention to his surroundings & the people there at the time he spoke the wish. In the middle of the gym, working on his bubble butt on the squat rack, it was easy to look at all the buff Asian men pumping iron around him and then back to his pale, thin body. Sighing, it was hard not to feel like he stuck out like a sore thumb here.

He gave the bodybuilders one last appreciative glance before a swirl of mist seemed to dart up his nose — and then, a deep and accented voice growled at him inside his own head. “You gay? This workout no good.” As if on autopilot, driven by the words, Tom felt his body standing up, making its way over to the workout floor and the various weightlifting machines. “We train arms first, brah,” the voice urged him again, his body positioning itself as if these actions were the most familiar thing ever. Heat began to flare beneath his skin, his frail hands gripping the weight bar, a trickle of sweat against his forehead.

“Um,” he says awkwardly to himself, to the voice inside of his brain, “shouldn’t I get a trainer to hel-“ “TRAINER IS FOR PUSSY!”

Loud and overwhelming, the roar of the voice inside his head is enough to quiet him instantly, forcing his body back into autopilot mode as he begins to pump the iron, each thrust of his arms engorging his biceps, stretching his shoulders out wider, his jaw growing longer and sharper, a bristle of goatee hairs growing out. “Pussy no teach us how to lift. We lift FOR pussy,” the voice scolded him once more, flooding his mind with a collage of jiggling tits and vaginas squirting, causing Tom to drop the heavy weight with an obnoxious THUD, his hands clutching at his head. Only a few hours ago, Tom had been watching gay porn, a black stud railing a blonde twink who looked just like the old him, and now hard as he tried he couldn’t get the mental image to reappear to him. All he could see when he closed his eyes were women and their most private parts, glimpses of a traditional wedding, raising kids together, but mostly just the tits and the pussy.

“Please, I’m gay-“ he tried again to speak, and as if to mock him, he could feel his cock hardening and lengthening inside his sweats, firming into a fat bulge. Another man nearby caught his gaze before glancing down, a sly smirk on his lips. When he spoke, it was clearly another language, but Tom could understand the words perfectly. “Bro, those pants make look so swole. And hung!” Tom looked to the floor, shocked to see an entirely different body below him, an unfamiliar pair of sweatpants clinging to his leg muscles, bright red shoes on his feet like some kind of douche. Tom wanted to ask this stranger for help, to see if he was also noticing these changes.

“Why look at my cock, man? That view only for chicks.” This time, the gruff, accented voice isn’t just in his head, it’s coming out of his mouth. He guffaws against his will, a bro laugh, smacking the other man hard on the shoulder. “Just teasing! No gays at our gym, brah.” Tom shook his head, disgusted by this behavior, trying to snap out of it. He stomps off to the locker room and abandons the other guy in a panic, glancing at his reflection as he goes and not recognizing himself at all in the glass.

He looks like he’s been copy-pasted from the same stereotype as every other Asian bodybuilder in the gym. His lips curl down as he notices the curl of dark hairs on his arms, the damp bushes of armpit hair wafting his musky scent throughout the room, the way every move and turn of his body makes his cock bounce inside of his pants. The friction of his cock head rubbing against the fabric makes his hips buckle, his thoughts clouding. As he rubs his palm over his bulge, he imagines a beautiful Asian woman on her knees, remarking about what a man he is, presenting her large breasts to him. He used to fantasize about men sitting their large asses on his formerly pretty pale face, and that had never felt as vulgar as this.

Struggling to gain some control, noticing how every breath and moan sounds like the voice inside his head and not his own — he stomps his new red shoe on the ground like a kid throwing a tantrum, trying to make one last stand against the new presence inside him that is trying to change everything about who he is.

”HELP! I NO WANT THIS! THIS ISN’T-“ his voice was his former high pitched tone, shrill with nervous energy, breaking through the silence of the locker room before it catches in his throat midway. “This isn’t me.” Parroting his words, the voice leaving his mouth is as accented as the one that was once inside his mind, every essence of his being becoming warped and repurposed until his wish has come completely true.

Suddenly, Tom is the voice crying inside of his own body, being silenced by the man in control. He watches the smug Asian man cease his struggle, Tom’s struggle, opting instead to flex his big biceps and smirk cockily in the gym reflection. “Please change me back,” he urged and begged, “please don’t keep me trapped in here.” The new man tapped his knuckles against his temple, laughing dumbly.

“Stop crying, pussy boy. You get to be my conscience now.” Of a straight, Asian gym rat?! “Don’t worry, brah. My head’s a fun place to be. I only worry about three things.”

The new, and very well-suited to his surroundings, man could only grin in satisfaction. He walked out to the training floor, smiling and waving and bumping fists with all the passersby as if he had always been part of the social circle here. As he flexes and admires himself in the gym mirror, ready to snap a few pics for his dating profile, he thinks about those three things he mentioned to Tom before. The gym was one of them, of course. But the other two things he worries about?

Well. By the look of the stud’s hard cock swelling, Tom has his fill of pussies and tits to eat out & suck in the dreamscape. After all, that twink’s wish is what brought him into existence, a cocky and arrogant bodybuilder with a desire to build his muscles and a traditional family. The little white gay boy would spend the rest of his life looking out from the inside, watching what has become of him act on its own accord, forever playing the stereotype he had so stupidly wished to be part of.

“Hey, brain,” the cocky man sneered at his reflection, speaking to the twink trapped within him. “What do we want to do next?” Tom wanted nothing more to than to say ‘look for help, try to run, even just go take a shower.’

To his dismay, even the voice he responds with inside the gym bro’s head sounds like the exact same dumb, low brah voice as his new master. “We want to go fill a cunt with our seed, bro.”

“As you wish, little me!”

[azrerad]

The Homo Bomb - Prologue

There was a strong masculine scent in the air. The scent of hard work and passion in the form of sweat wafting through the air. The scent was of course accompanied by the sounds of weights clanging and men grunting as they pushed their muscles to the limits in the hopes they would grow even bigger. It was the sound and smell of almost every gym on the planet. This one in particular however was placed in the middle of a small town by the name of Bellmare.

Just like all the other gyms, it was jam-packed with either massive muscle hunks or men working to become just as huge as them. Amongst these men however was a particularly powerful warlock of whom many myths had spread about. And yet he blended in flawlessly. It was no wonder considering he looked just as much like a meathead as half the guys there. Wearing a fitted tank top and shorts. Owning huge bulging muscles lined with thick veins. Not to mention his handsome jockish face complimented by a short beard. Most guys didn’t even think twice when they saw him bench pressing insane amounts of weight like the stud he was. Little did they know they were in the presence of a borderline god…

Of course Wavell knew he could workout at home in the huge gym he whipped up for himself and Dane back at the mansion but blending into the human world was so much fun sometimes. Even more so when he got to act like a complete meathead which wasn’t hard when using the form of Kyle Wavell, his younger and hunkier looking alter ego. Of course he adored using the form he was most well known for, the mature silver fox suit wearing daddy that was Chris Wavell, but just getting to let loose as a young hunk from time to time was such a pleasure. Getting to use all the physical strength that Kyle’s form granted him just made him feel powerful in a way other than just his unmatched magical might. And he fucking loved it!

He must’ve been in the gym for at least an hour getting a pump for both his back and chest. The feeling of power surging through him with every exercise was addictive. Feeling his pecs swell with every press, every push up. Being Kyle sort of felt like a guilty pleasure after always being such a smart well dressed gentleman in his usual form. Getting to act like a dumb jock who’s only purpose in life was to get swole as fuck. It was pretty easy to do so since his personality usually shifted a little to match whichever form he was using. And right now Mr Wavell was a gym obsessed meathead!

After finishing his final exercise, Wavell sat on one of the benches and looked around the gym. There were studs as far as the eyes could see. Some lifting weights, some using machines and others using the multitude of other equipment provided to help sculpt their bodies. The pervy Warlock couldn’t help but eye them up. His eyes running up and down each and every hunk. Analysing the curves and contours of their muscles. Judging which one guy had the biggest arms, which one had the biggest chest and of course which one had the fattest ass. Yet as he continued to scan over all the delicious eye candy, Wavell couldn’t help but sigh. He could tell with nothing but a glance that almost every man in this gym was straight. It was a shame, he thought. All that masculinity not getting a chance to be worshiped by other men. In other words, a total waste in Wavell’s eyes…

For a moment Wavell had considered conducting some magical ‘experiments’ on some of these hunks. Perhaps making them more open to the idea of letting other men grope their bodies or even just body swapping a few of them with skinny gays that wished to be bigger. Just then however, he remembered a certain project he’d been working on over the last few months. A powerful spell to be precise. “Yessss… this could be the perfect opportunity to test it…” Wavell thought to himself.

The blond meathead stood up with a stretch, smirking as the scent of his sweaty pits invaded his nose. He’d never get tired of the post workout stench this hulking body exuded. It was a smell that screamed raw masculinity and it mixed in well with the sweaty aroma of the gym. Wavell took one last look around at all the other hunks, grinning to himself knowing they had absolutely zero idea about what was going to happen. With that he swiped up his things and sauntered out of the gym, giving the man at the desk a nod as he passed, with an air of confidence surrounding him that bordered on cockiness. “Fuck… I need to use this body more often.” Wavell murmured to himself before vanishing in a twister of purple smoke.

———

Meanwhile, as Wavell had been lifting weights to his heart's content, Dane had decided to stay at the mansion so he could whip up the two of them a nice meal to eat. Of course he knew Wavell could probably just magic a meal up for them but there was just a certain amount of satisfaction they got out of doing it themselves. He’d been standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a jockstrap and an apron. Since he could only channel Wavell’s power when wearing just the jockstrap, he’d kinda gotten used to it.

Chicken and Chorizo Risotto he decided. It was a dish he’d always loved and even now after becoming a new man thanks to his boyfriend, he still loved it! He cooked up the chicken first before moving onto the chorizo. The smell of sizzling meat filling the air before he put the rice on with it. As it cooked he tossed a few more ingredients into his saucepan before finally stirring everything together into a delicious looking Risotto.

Wavell still hadn’t arrived home by this point. Typical. Whenever Wavell goes to gym as Kyle he spends ages immersing himself there. With a sigh Dane covered the saucepan with a lid to keep the food warm before making his way into one of the nearby living quarters. He tosses his apron off before collapsing on one of the couches, lying on his stomach while sprawling his bulky body out. He gently rested his head on one of the cushions as he thought about how he must look like such a himbo slut, walking around the mansion in nothing but a jock 24/7. His boyfriend never made any sort of effort to hide the way his eyes constantly wandered over Dane’s form. He didn’t mind though. If anything he enjoyed it! Getting to show off his incredible new body was somewhat liberating.

While he waited, Dane decided to do a little reading. He thought of getting up to grab a book from the massive library Wavell had created for him but instead he saw it as another opportunity to practice his own magic skills. Without shifting from the sofa Dane closed his eyes and focused. The familiar spectrum colour that was his magic appearing to him. He pulled at the colours with his mind just like he’d practiced to activate his abilities. When his eyes opened again they glowed a familiar gold rather than their usual blue. He held out his hands and focused, thinking of the book he wanted to read and just like that the book disappeared from the library and reappeared in Dane’s hands with poof of golden smoke.

“Haha! I’m really getting the hang of this stuff!” Dane celebrated, glad that he didn’t have to try three or four times to get the right book like he had in the past. With a satisfied grin the hunk allowed his eyes to fade back to their usual colour before opening up the book. The Lightning-Struck Heart it was called. He’d already read the book before and it was easily one of his favourites but when he saw Wavell had gotten him a rare limited edition version of the book, he couldn’t help but start reading it again.

About 30 minutes later a familiar vortex of purple smoke swirled in the centre of the room Dane was in, dispersing seconds later to reveal his boyfriend. Wavell’s bulky muscle bound form glistening with sweat from his workout.

“About time. I finished making dinner half an hour ago.” Dane tsked before turning his attention back towards the book.

Wavell cocked a smirk. “Sorry babe. I just lost track of time was all.”

Dane glanced up at Wavell again with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t try pulling that on me. I know the pocket dimension we’re in runs outside of normal time. You just get sloppy with your magic when you’re all beefed up on testosterone in that form after a workout.” He accused, motioning over Wavell's thick muscular form while trying to hide how much it turned him on.

The warlock let out a deep chuckle. “Alright, fine. Maybe I was a little sloppy when teleporting back.” He admitted while sauntering over to where his boyfriend was laid. “But in my defence I’ve never thought of teleporting back here for a certain time. I’ve always been alone here so it didn’t really matter to me. Until you came around that is.” Wavell knelt down beside the couch, gently running a hand through Dane’s hair before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek. He couldn’t help but notice how Dane blushed a little right after. “Heh. I know you can’t stay mad at me.” He grinned while running a hand along Dane’s back until he reached the pert bubble butt his boyfriend sported, groping it playfully.

Dane turned his attention back towards the meathead that was currently squeezing his ass. “It’s fine. No apology needed. Just don’t lie to me about it okay?” He leaned forward and gave Wavell a smile with a quick kiss.

“You sure you don’t want my apology?” Wavell grinned devilishly as his meaty fingers slid closer to Dane’s hole. “It’s a really good one.” Without another word he stuffed two fingers into Dane’s hole, digging them in deep so they could explore the ass he’d grown to love so much.

The almost naked hunk let out a grunt of unmistakable satisfaction. Wavell always knew just how to pleasure his hole. One might say he had magic fingers. And strangely enough it felt just that little bit better when he was Kyle. Maybe it was extra meatiness to his fingers or how his approach was a bit rougher and more… primal. Of course he adored his sex life with the smart, suit loving Chris Wavell as well but he’d really learned to appreciate the occasions he got to have with Kyle. Especially now as he bucked his hips against the couch below, feeling those meaty fingers graze the most sensitive parts inside his ass. He felt like putty in Wavell’s hands as he grunted like a bitch in heat.

“Mmmmpff fuck… not now… save it for later...” Dane just barely about managed to say as his boyfriend finger fucked him.

With a content smile Wavell removed his fingers from his lover's hole as per his request, pleased by how he’d turned Dane into a hot mess with nothing but his touch. “Fine. But you had better get ready to take all this fuckin dick when the time comes bro.” Wavell added, grabbing his crotch a little before giving Dane’s ass a hefty smack.

“Jesus… you act like such a meathead jock when you’re like this.” Dane remarked but once again his blush gave away just how much he really enjoyed it. “And you smell like one too. Go jump in the shower quickly while I set up the table. I don’t wanna smell your post workout musk from across the table as we eat.”

“Why? Because it’ll make you horny?” Wavell teased, lifting up his arms and showing off his sweaty pits. Dane neither confirmed nor denied the claim but that in of itself was enough for Wavell. “Alright, alright. I’ll get a shower.” He laughed before standing back up again. “Can’t wait to taste whatever you’ve cooked up bro!” He exclaimed while striding out of the room, leaving Dane alone with a painfully hard erection pressing against the couch inside his jockstrap.

———

Wavell sat down at the table in a fresh pair of clothes, hair still slightly damp from his shower. Their meals were already set out and it all looked delicious! He praised Dane on how good it all looked before picking up some cutlery and digging in. Of course Wavell never needed to eat but when he was in this body he usually did so as an instinct to get his calories in so he won’t lose any gains (even though his form is locked in shape).

Dane did the same, having a large mouthful of his own Risotto, pleased to see his boyfriend wolfing it down. “Slow down babe. You look like a wild animal that hasn’t eaten in days.” He joked.

The warlock blushed slightly. “Sorry. Habit I guess and this stuff is just so good.” He paces himself a little more, taking a more well portioned mouthful next rather than the mountains worth he was shoveling in before.

As usual the two chatted casually, Dane telling Wavell about the book he’d been reading as to try and encourage him to read it as well. Wavell recalling how he saw some people using some gym equipment horribly wrong and telling Dane about how he went over to help them. But as he got onto the subject of the gym, he remembered about his plan.

“Dane. I’ve got a little something in mind that I need to share with you. It’s a project I’ve had brewing for awhile now and I think it’s finally time to test it out.” He stated before shoving another lump of chicken into his mouth. Dane listened intently as Wavell continued, eager to see where this was going. “Well as you know when we use our magic we usually only use it on one or two people at a time. Sure I’ve bent reality on a global scale a couple of times but I’ve never made personal changes to a large scale group of people all at once before. I know that I can do it, it’s more about just doing it right. Trying to make the same change to so many people at the same time isn’t an easy task. That’s why I’ve been developing a little spell that should be able to accomplish such a feat. I call it ‘The Homo-Bomb’ and if I get it right, the results are going to be fucking glorious.”

Incredibly intrigued by this, Dane naturally had to question further. “And the results are gonna be…??? Come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”

Wavell smirked. “In short, any straight man caught in the radius of the Homo-Bomb should turn completely and utterly gay. As long as I’ve fine tuned the spell correctly.”

“Oh? And what if it isn’t fine tuned? Could it be dangerous?” Dane asked.

“No not at all. It’ll be perfectly safe. What’ll probably end up happening if it isn’t fine tuned enough is that there’ll be some anomalies. People that were maybe affected by the spell in slightly different ways than intended. But that’s why I want to test it. To see if any anomalies occur and if so I’ll know that I have more work to do.” Wavell gave his boyfriend an innocent smile with that rugged face of his before digging back into the final remains of his food.

Dane was slightly taken aback. Wavell had never mentioned this project of his before but he had to admit it sounded interesting to say the least. “Well… I do love a good experiment. When were you thinking of testing this spell out?”

“Tonight probably.” Wavell replied nonchalantly.

The almost naked hunk’s eyes widened. “Tonight!? Jesus, you need to stop telling me these things at the very last second.”

Wavell chuckles before stuffing the last of his food into his mouth. “Sorry babe. From now on you’re all in on this. In fact I want you to help me out afterwards as well with gathering results if that’s alright.”

Of course Dane agreed. After hearing about Wavell’s plan he could help but be excited to see it all go down. He finished up the rest of his own dinner as well before placing the dishes in the sink. After that he headed off to their bedroom upstairs and looked through the huge walk-in closet Wavell made him. Sifting through all the amazing clothes until he found a set that he liked. With that he came back downstairs to see Wavell stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs.

“Wow. I’m so used to seeing you in nothing but a jockstrap that clothes almost look weird on you.” The cheeky warlock sniggered.

“Heh. Wearing them kinda feels weird as well now.” Dane admitted. “But anyway, let's not waste anymore time. I’m dying to see what this ‘Homo-Bomb’ of yours looks like!” He practically jumped into Wavell’s arms, their muscular bodies pressing against each other. Without another word the pair was encased in a spire of smoke before vanishing from the mansion.

———

When Wavell and Dane reappeared in the real world, night had already befallen the town of Bellmare. Most people were already fast asleep and completely unaware of the pair of magical hunks looking down on them. The couple floated in the sky, high enough to get a full view of the entire town.

“This is the town I was at earlier while working out. I thought it would make a good testing ground for the experiment .” Wavell said.

“Well don’t keep me waiting. Let’s see what this Homo-Bomb of yours has got!” Dane exclaimed excitedly before giving Wavell a kiss on the cheek.

With a smirk Wavell drifted away from Dane slightly while looking down below. He took a deep breath, his large pecs heaving as he closed his eyes to focus. Dane simply watched on in curiosity as Wavell put his hands together, causing them to glow purple with burgeoning magic. The glow slowly began to grow brighter as sparks of electricity began to crackle around him. Then after about a minute or so he gradually began to pull his hands apart, a small ball of concentrated magic energy forming between them.

“Woah…” Dane muttered under his breath. He’d never really seen Wavell do something like this before. Usually it was just he’d just wave his hand and it was done. But he was clearly taking a lot more care with this one.

The ball of energy grew bigger and brighter between Wavell’s hands until he decided to raise it above his head. Once he did it started to grow at a much more rapid pace. The programming was all done now and all it needed was a sufficient amount of power to cover the town. Wavell still needed to concentrate though. He didn’t want to accidentally give the bomb enough power to change the entire country or more! Although maybe if this works properly he’ll consider doing that anyway.

Soon enough the bomb had grown so large that Dane had backed away a little further, intimidated by the large mass of magical power before him. The deep purple colour of the bomb was now bright enough to cast a glow onto the town below. Almost like an omen for what was to come.

“Is it ready yet?” Dane asked nervously.

Wavell opened his eyes and glanced over at his lover with a reassuring smile. He looked up at the purple mass of energy above his head and then back over at Dane. “Pretty much yeah! You think I should throw this thing or what bro!?” His smile turned into an almost maniacal grin spreading across his jock-like mug.

Dane glanced at the town below and then up at the ball of energy as it pulsed and crackled with energy. “I mean… if you think it’s safe th-” he was cut off before he could finish as Wavell sent his arms forward, plunging the bomb down towards Bellmare. Dane had no idea what to expect as he braced himself for some kind of explosion. But when the bomb hit the ground it simply burst into a massive cloud of magical mist like one giant balloon.

A thick purple fog quickly settled over the town. It soon invaded the homes of the citizens of Bellmare, being absorbed mostly into the bodies of sleeping straight men. Making changes to their bodies and minds. But of course the homo-bomb was yet to perfected and some anomalies were bound to take place…

“Hahaha! Look at that! An entire town submerged in my glorious power! And I could do so much more if I wanted.” Wavell boasted cockily as he floated back over towards Dane and wrapped an arm around the other man. “You see how powerful your boyfriend is babe? I’m the most powerful being on the planet, probably the whole universe!” He gloated, flexing his free arm and watching his biceps bulge with strength, knowing full well how much power he had contained in his body.

Dane can’t help blushing a little seeing Wavell act so cocky and prideful about his power. He allowed himself to be pulled in tight by his lover as they watched the cloud of magic settle, cuddling against Wavell’s large chest a little. Wavell was usually the one leading the two of them through their magical adventure anyway but when he was Kyle he really took charge. It must’ve been that dominant jock personality in him and Dane had absolutely no problem being submissive.

“My magic should already be taking hold.” Wavell lowered his arm and placed his free hand on his hip. “By morning all the changes should be complete. At that point we’ll need to start gathering results if you’re up for it.” He kissed the top of Dane’s head sweetly.

“Yeah of course. I’m actually pretty excited to see if this spell of yours has worked or not.” Dane replied, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Good to hear my man.” Wavell rubbed Dane’s arm a little. “But I don’t really feel like doing all that boring shit. If I have to listen to dudes babble on about getting hard for other dudes instead of chicks I’ll be hitting my head against a wall within an hour.” He huffed, dreading the idea. “That’s more Chris’ department. So…” Wavell took a deep breath, calming his mind. He reached into his subconscious, disconnecting himself from Kyle before hooking up to Chris instead. The moment he did his body began to change.

His huge imposing muscles began to shrink down into a more compact form. Reducing down until he was leaner than Dane again. His entire body began to age up, going from mid twenties to mid forties but still retaining its vigour. His face started to look less jockish and more distinguished as lines of wisdom and maturity etched themselves across it. Of course he was still as handsome as ever though, just in a more “daddy-like” way, as his short blonde locks began turning more of a salt and pepper colour along with his beard hair, adding to his mature look. His beard even reshaped itself into a more groomed look. Everything from his pecs to his ass shrunk down into a still muscular but less bulky state. “Mmmmm fuuuuuuck ooohhh…” He moaned with a pleasurable grin. Partially due to his voice switching from Kyle’s youthful one to Chris’ more refined but still masculine one and also because his fat 9 inch cock was undergoing some small changes of its own. Losing a tiny bit of its thickness but in return lengthening up to about 10 and a half inches! Before long the sporty clothes Wavell had chosen earlier were hanging off his body as his transformation came to an end.

“Ugh. My other self really has absolutely no sense of style.” Wavell scoffed looking down at what he was wearing, now fully immersed as Chris Wavell once again. “Out of all the nice clothes I own or could’ve conjured up, I decided on this?” He gestured towards the black joggers and black t-shirt which had previously hugged Kyle’s form rather tightly. He shook his head disapprovingly before waving his hand with a magical glow.

Immediately his clothes began to change. Joggers turning into a nice pair of fitted sky blue suit pants while his t-shirt moulded itself into a crisp white button down. A matching blue suit jacket materialised itself around him in spectacular fashion before an ornate watch followed the same example by strapping itself to his wrist. His large pair of dirty sneakers soon found themselves morphing into a nice fancy pair of brown dress shoes that complemented his outfit well.

“Ahhh that’s much better.” Wavell smiled with relief as he fixed his jacket a little. “Now my love, I suppose we’d better… oh.” He finally looked over at Dane to see the other man’s eyes filled with wonder along with a huge boner pressing against his pants. “I uhhh… forgot how much you enjoy watching me do that.” Wavell chuckled.

Dane didn’t say a word at first, simply floating closer to Wavell again. Then, without warning, he gripped Wavell’s jacket and pulled the silver fox of a warlock in for an aggressive kiss. Naturally Wavell was a tad surprised but he had no problem returning the kiss. “Fuck me.” Dane blurted upon pulling apart momentarily before kissing his lover again. “Fuck me like the other you promised me he would.” He begged, causing Wavell to recall the promise he’d made to Dane after fingering his hole earlier.

“Ah yes. I suppose I did make such a promise didn’t I.” Wavell smiled seductively. “Well it can’t be helped. I guess I’ll just have to give you ‘all this dick’ like Kyle said he would huh?” He grabbed Dane by the hips and pulled him closer, rubbing their crotches together a little, Dane’s excited boner now rubbing against the hard on Wavell was sporting in his suit pants. The only response Dane could give was a furious nod before leaning back in for another kiss. And with that Wavell flicked his wrist yet again causing the pair to vanish off once again. Heading back home for some alone time together in the hopes of returning to Bellmare once the morning had arrived and the citizens were waking up to discover a few changes about themselves.

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The Homo Bomb - Lewis Ashton

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Prologue

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Case Title: The Homo Bomb

Subject: Lewis Ashton

Body Status: Unchanged (image attached)

Sexuality Status: Changed. Now 100% homosexual, previously 100% heterosexual

Interview Notes:

Divide and conquer had been the name of the game since Wavell set off the Homo Bomb. Split up and follow up on as many different cases as they possibly could. He didn't know about Wavell, but Dane had done so many of these he’d started cataloguing them all in the fancy tablet he was using for notes. He was always the organised type, being a former teacher required it, and he was glad for it now with the amount of people he’d spoken to.

Dane had found this particular guy on a local beach. It’d been surprisingly empty considering the sunny day, even late into the evening when he had stumbled across the man sitting alone by the water; the beach was meant to be busy late into the night according to Wavell’s previous scouting's of the city. Though, with the recent... weather phenomenon and its consequences he could understand it being almost deserted. People didn’t want to be out after a strange mist settled over the place out of nowhere and made people start changing.

The tattooed jock had piqued Dane’s interest to say the least. He’d been sitting with the waves just lapping at his bare feet, head in his hands as the setting sun shimmered against the water. It’d been a sad picture, and one that definitely set off Homo-Bomb alarms in his head. This guy had clearly been through something, so Dane approached with a steady pace so as to not cause alarm.

“You one of those dudes running around asking questions?” The unnamed jock had said as Dane came to stand a few feet behind him. “I’ve heard you’re trying to figure out what happened. Well, I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me the fuck out of your stupid ass study. Thanks.”

Standoff-ish.

“I’m just here to help.” Dane walked around the jock and made a show of switching off his tablet; he’d have to make the rest of his notes on this guy afterwards. “Look, nothing official. Just want to have a chat with you is all, okay? At least give me a name.”

"Lewis.” He paused. “Ashton.” All he received in return besides that was a half shrug and what looked like a scowl, but he couldn’t have been sure with the guy’s face turned towards the sand.

With no signs of outright hostility Dane took a seat in the sand beside the guy, even pulling off his tank top and throwing it in a pile with the tablet to put them on more equal footing. Dane let the pair of them sit in silence like that a while more, just listening to the sounds of the waves crash against the shore. In his years of experience as a teacher in the time before Mr Wavell came into his life he had long learned that the best way to get through to someone was time, so that was what he was going to give Lewis. Time, and a sign that he wasn’t alone.

“I was a fuckin’ asshole.” Lewis said unprompted an unknown amount of time later. “To so many people. I just, I guess I didn’t really know any better. I was raised to see the world in a particular way, to think that there was something wrong with being gay, and given I didn’t know any different I believed it. My parents are these religious nutters, and I don’t really believe in God or any of that bullshit, some of the other ‘lessons’ did stick though. Being gay is a sin being one of them. Then I started school and grew up into a teenager and stuff, and hey there were a bunch of other guys that thought the same way as me. We hung out, worked out together, and I guess at some point in there we just made ourselves worse you know? Talked and agreed that being gay was bad and unnatural...” Lewis paused and eyes Dane for a moment. “Ah fuck, just make your damn research notes or whatever. I can see you’re itching to do it.”

Dane gave Lewis a smile and grabbed his tablet. “I promise this is all 100% confidential. None of this is going to be published anywhere or anything, it’s just a... passion project for me and the other man you’ve seen around asking questions.”

“Yeah yeah whatever...” Lewis grumbled.

History of homophobia. Raised by religious parents to think that being gay was wrong and a sin, backed up by other homophobic classmates as a teenager.

“So, you were saying?” Dane prompted as he looked back up from his tablet. “Your friends.”

“Right.” Lewis rested his hands back on the sand and let his head roll back as he looked up at the sky. “Me and the boys were tight. Are tight I guess. But shit got serious when this shrimpy little Asian kid came out as gay, Jeremy. Now we had a target for all that hate that’d been brewing.” Lewis paused as his voice wavered a little, giving away a hint of emotion over what was to come next. “We bullied the fuck out of that poor kid. Beat him up, stole his shit, just made his life fuckin’ miserable.” Lewis looked back down, and Dane could see now the tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “A buddy of mine put him in the hospital with a broken rib at one point. The hospital. We just laughed at the time and moved on to someone else. How could I not see what a fuckin’ douchebag I was?”

Was an accomplice to putting a recently out kid in hospital in his teens. Showing high levels of remorse after self reflection.

Lewis apparently couldn’t stop the tears that’d build up from falling. Dane was impressed at the amount this experiment of Wavell’s had been able to do; such a strong emotional flip was more than he’d anticipated. He could only assume Lewis was completely gay now, which he’d get to asking in a moment, but it’d done far more than that. It’d given this homophobic guy a whole new outlook on life, or at least it seemed that way. Dane was very interested to delve deeper and find out more, once he’d dealt with the crying jock. 

Dane shuffled a little closer and placed a tentative hand on the jock’s shoulder. He didn’t seem like the type to be very receptive to a hug, so this was second best. “At least you’re learning now, Lewis. Better late than never and all that, right?”

“I guess.” Lewis shrugged and sniffed through his still glassy eyes. “Don’t change that it happened though, and it ain’t like I can go make it unhappen.”

Dane raised a slightly challenging eyebrow. “But you can start living better and being kinder to show you’ve grown since then. There’s more than one way to make amends.” 

“Yeah… Maybe.” Lewis said then trailed off into silence. 

Another brief silence passed between them, but it wasn’t like the last. It was lighter and more comfortable than before now Lewis had got some of the stuff he needed off his chest. Dane thought now would be a good opportunity for a few of the more routine questions, the ones he probably already knew the answers to but needed to get done anyway.

“You mind if I ask you a couple more questions? Just basic facts and stuff.” Dane said as he opened up his tablet again. 

Lewis shrugged again. “Eh, I guess you may as well. Too far into this to really stop now ain’t I?” 

Dane nodded as he glanced down at his tablet, ready to type as he asked questions. “So, you’re completely gay now, after the strange mist that covered the city last night?”

Lewis huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I am. Can’t stop thinking about… all that stuff.” Dane could see the look on Lewis’s face shifting slightly as he could only be imagining various men. “Sorry, yeah. Gay now, completely.”

“And, you were totally straight before all this happened? Not bi or anything like that?” Dane asked.

The jock nodded. “Oh yeah, completely. Fucking girls every night, or trying to at least. Had to kiss a dude on a dare once and remember wanting to puke afterwards. Now I can’t help but remember it as being hot as fuck when I think back.”

Complete flip of sexuality from straight to gay. Old memories of previous same sex kiss reevaluated.

“I suppose, on that subject, is there anything else that’s changed or you’ve seen differently since becoming gay?” 

Lewis turned and looked at Dane, smirking a little. “You mean besides feeling like shit for all the awful stuff I did? Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, just being attracted to guys now is weird. You can understand that, right? Cause if you woke up tomorrow and suddenly you liked pussy instead of cock, you’d be weirded out too.” Dane nodded in response to Lewis’s question and let the jock continue. “I’ve always worked out and whatever because it’s fun, same with the tats. Being covered like this is just how I want to be, but it feels different now. I jerked off looking at my own reflection earlier, kind of different. Which was weird. And hot. I guess what I’m trying to say is I knew before this that I was hot, but now it’s in a more “I’d fuck myself” kind of way.” 

Way he views personal appearance has shifted. Appreciation of own physical attractiveness, to the point he orgasmed looking at himself. Desire to act on new impulses will be checked based on previous subject’s records.

“Would you really?” Dane said with a slight smirk.

Lewis frowned. “Would I what?”

“Fuck yourself. If you had the chance to.” 

“I… What? It’s not like that’s actually possible though.” When Dane didn’t give him any response of agreement, Lewis raised a quizzical eyebrow. “It’s not actually possible, is it? I guess I didn’t think I’d end up liking dudes, yet here I am after whatever the fuck happened.”

“Well, you’re right of course. Usually having sex with yourself isn’t at all possible, but after the event that caused this there have been some… anomalies.” Dane navigated away from the screen where he was making notes and quickly searched through his previous records. Thanks to his own organisation it didn’t take him long to filter through the ones flagged as anomalies to find the one he was looking for. “You see, I’ve got on record one Jeremy Willis that’s ended up looking like an exact copy of you somehow.”

Case Title: The Homo Bomb

Subject Name: Jeremy Willis

Body Status: Changed. Originally Asian twink, now muscular white man. (images attached, before provided by subject)

Sexuality Status: Unchanged. Gay originally (Flagged as anomaly)

Interview Notes:

Introverted, friendly. 

Body identified as classmate that bullied him as a teenager, name Lewis Ashton.

No sexuality changes as was already gay before. Flagged as anomaly, will investigate further for reason as to why affected. 

Unsure on opinion of new body. Bad memories and strange being white. Likes size, muscles make him feel safer.

Possible source of anomaly: Deep attraction to Lewis as a teenager. Continued following social media, works at coffee shop Lewis goes to.

Open to attempting life in new body. Have left workout and diet plan recommendations. Will consider recommendation to locate real Lewis. 

Dane flipped the tablet around to show Lewis the ‘before’ picture Jeremy had given him earlier, as well as the newly taken picture of Jeremy. It was uncanny how identical they looked right down to the tattoos both had matching perfectly.

“That’s…” Lewis sat there and stared at the picture that looked every bit like him, but wasn’t one he knew that’d ever been taken of him. “That’s insane. That’s really Jeremy now?”

“Yup, that’s really him.” Dane smiled and took his tablet back. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t seem to hold a massive grudge. He doesn’t much like you, so you’ll have to have a proper heart to heart, but I think you can get through to him. You can have a life you’ll enjoy now you’re gay, even if you feel like you might not deserve it. Never too late to show people you can change.”

“You think so? Maybe…” There was a small, slightly hopeful smile on Lewis’s face as he sat quietly and listened to Dane talk. He appeared to think about things for a moment before making any decisions, but soon pushed himself to his feet and gave Dane a slight grin.

“You know what, yeah. Thanks bro, I really needed that. I hope your research shit goes good… but honestly please don’t fix this. I don’t need to go back to being a straight asshole, especially if I can patch things up with Jeremy and have some fun with myself.” He reached down and adjusted what Dane could already see was a hardening bulge in his shorts. “God, I’m already getting horny just thinking about it. You know where he’s at right now?”

Dane nodded. “His place. Wasn’t planning to leave when I spoke to him a couple of hours ago.”

Lewis nodded. “Sick bro. Would love to chat more but I got places to be and boys to kiss.” He waved back at Dane as he ran off down the beach; he’d have to put that down on the list of people to pay another visit to later.

Conclusions on subjects Jeremy Willis and Lewis Ashton: Both will function well in new lives, provided talks go smoothly. Will be able to learn from each other and fill gaps; Lewis with body maintenance for Jeremy, Jeremy with sexuality and emotional growth for Lewis. Follow up on to see if sex happened. Jeremy on anomaly list requiring new ID, may or may not take part or all of Lewis’s name.

With his notes finally finished, Dane stood up and turned to head back towards the city. It had been a long day of gathering information on the inhabitants, and he was about ready to go take a break and see how Wavell had got on. “This Homo Bomb sure has been an interesting one of his…”

~~~

“Jeremy?” Lewis called after he knocked on the door to the nerd’s apartment. “It’s Lewis. I spoke to some hot, young, bearded guy on the beach, he told me what happened to you. I know I might not exactly be the person you want to see right now but... Can we talk?” 

He stepped back from the door and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. He’d been in shorts on the beach, but given what he’d come here for he reasoned he’d feel weird if he showed up in just shorts. So he’d swung by home and slipped a pair of jeans on instead, along with a white shirt for a slightly smarter look. It felt right given his reasons for going to see Jeremy.

“If you don’t answer that’s fine, I really get it.” He called a little louder. “I probably deserve it if you don’t…”

There was silence for a long moment. Lewis started to wonder if Jeremy was even home at all or if the guy at the beach had been wrong, not realising that the now identical copy of himself in question was standing right on the other side of the door having heard everything. Jeremy was a little shocked that Lewis even seemed to care at all, even with what he had heard happened to pretty much every straight guy in town. Lewis being here now was not something he quite expected or knew how to handle.  

Lewis sighed and turned away from the door when it looked like his guess was correct, but paused and looked back at the sound of a lock click behind him.  

“Wait.” He heard a voice he recognised as his own saying as the door to Jeremy’s place swung open. “You’re right, we should talk.”

He was standing there. Lewis had expected it of course, but actually getting to see himself standing in the doorway in just a towel was kind of a mind-fuck. He was still slightly wet, so had only just showered, which made Jeremy’s new tattooed muscles glisten slightly in the artificial light of the hallway. Lewis had to try his hardest not to stare, which he knew he probably wasn’t doing a good job of. “Really?” Lewis asked as his eyes lit up with a sliver of hope. “Inside?” 

Jeremy nodded, then stepped to the side and waved a hand inside. “Come on in.” 

The tension that floated between the two men as Lewis made his way inside to the living room was heavy and uncomfortable. The knowledge of what had gone down between the two was the elephant in the room, though that went right alongside the very obvious unspoken fact that Jeremy now looked like Lewis in every way. Right down to the slight swagger Lewis walked with thanks to bulky thighs and an impressive package, as well as his signature scowl Lewis knew his presence was responsible for; Jeremy could easily pass for Lewis if he was just walking down the street. It was uncanny and had Lewis getting a little hard already.  

“So...” Lewis said a little nervously as he hovered around in the middle of the room.  

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t used to seeing the big, confident Lewis Ashton so nervous and unsure of himself. “You can sit down you know; sofa won’t hurt you.” He said as he himself slumped down on the comfortable-looking leather sofa then ran a hand through his damp hair.

Lewis nodded, then stepped closer and sat down on the far edge of the sofa, away from Jeremy. “I’m surprised you let me in, you know. I fully expected to turn here and get kicked in the balls or something.” He said after another moment of slightly tense silence. 

Jeremy shrugged. “Honestly? I was tempted. You definitely deserve it after the shit you and your friends pulled. But... I can’t really explain it. Maybe it’s something about the reality of looking like you now, probably forever, or the massive crush I’ve always had which I’m sure you know about, but here we are I guess. Talking. Because we sure as fuck need to if this is me forever now.” 

“Wait, you had a crush on me?” Lewis was genuinely shocked at the news. “You really…? I guess that kinda explains lookin’ like me yeah? Damn…”

Jeremy blushed a little and nodded. “Yeah. I thought you knew? Wasn’t that the reason for all the shit you gave me?” Jeremy paused for a tense moment. “Did you really not realise I was into you? Am into you I suppose.”

Lewis gulped. There was confirmation of what he was hoping, that Jeremy was still very much attracted to him now he looked identical. It left a slight something in the air between them, a crackle of tension that was completely different to the tension originally. There was an unspoken knowledge that Lewis was here because he was now gay after what had happened, it wasn’t exactly a secret what had fallen over the place and turned all the straight men gay. 

“I’m sorry Jeremy.” Lewis said with his eyes down-turned. “I know that don’t begin to make up for everything we did to you and I don’t expect it to, but this shit that’s happened and my chat with that buff dude has really given me some perspective. I don’t deserve any ounce of your forgiveness I really don’t, and I can’t even begin to work out how in the fuckin’ hell you’re still into me after everything. I want to make up for things, but I really don’t kn-”

“Stop talking and kiss me already god damn it Lewis.” Jeremy smirked. 

Lewis blinked in confusion. “W-What?”

“Do you really think I’d have let you in here if I still had a horrible grudge against you?” Jeremy began with a sympathetic look on his face. “Yeah, you were a homophobic asshole, but I wouldn’t still like you if that was the only thing about you Lewis. I’ve seen you helping that old lady that lives next door to where I work with her shopping, I’ve seen you playing piano back at school when you thought no one knew. Yeah, you got a lot of making up to do, but you’re gay now right because of this mist stuff, and I could see it all over your face the second I opened the door; the little hopeful look in your eyes when I asked you to come in was adorably unmistakable.”

Lewis didn’t quite know what to say. Here he was expecting a difficult time trying to convince Jeremy to even give him the time of day, yet here he was, here they were together with Jeremy seeming to share the same desires as he did.

When Lewis said nothing, Jeremy shuffled a little closer on the sofa and continued. “I’ve got bad memories for sure. Especially when I look in the mirror and see your face, it’s a little strange to say the absolute least. I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do or say if I tracked you down like that dude suggested I do this morning, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.” The distance between them closed even more as Jeremy kept moving as he spoke, right up until their thighs brushed together and he could reach out and take one of Lewis’s hands. “I knew when I saw you again just now what I wanted. You. Us. Anyone is capable of growing, so as long as you’re willing to put the work in and really prove you’re different, then why shouldn’t I give you the chance to show me you’re more than the worst parts of you? The circumstances are rather exceptional after all.”

Their joined hands were the sole focus of Lewis’s attention. The tattoos he recognised as his own that ran over the back of Jeremy’s in a perfect mirror. If he looked up he’d see his own masculine features staring back at him, the face and body he was so familiar with and also now so turned on by. “Really going to give me a chance eh?” He said in a small voice. 

Jeremy nodded. “Yup. Yeah, sure I could stay mad, kick you in the balls and throw you out. But I rather selfishly have jerked off thinking about you for years and really would love for the chance to actually have this happen, grudges be damned.”

Lewis couldn’t be blamed then for kissing Jeremy. He’d been thinking about it ever since the chat on the beach, and now he was here it really was everything he had been hoping for. Jeremy kissed back just as hard as Lewis kissed, their tongues danced between them as neither man wrestled for too much dominance over the situation. His free hand was on the back of Jeremy’s head as their lips slid together and there was a hand resting against his chest, all to solidify the moment for both of them. The hand of Jeremy’s on his chest tugged at his buttons and freed him from the crisp white shirt, exposing his skin for Jereny to run his hand over as their lips slid together. Lewis had kissed plenty of girls, and to think now his first kiss with a dude was with the nerd that now looked like him was better than any of those in the past only turned him on more. He really was gay and loving making out with a guy.

“Now that was worth the wait, damn can you kiss Lewis.” Jeremy breathed deeply when the pair were forced to part. “Like, wow. I really get what all the girls keep saying.”

Lewis grinned. “Well no more girls for me now. Not thanks to this.” Lewis kept them close, their lips barely a couple inches between them as they caught up from the kiss. “This still feels sort of like a crazy dream, but whatever is going on I’m havin’ a blast of a time. Now, why don’t we take this to the next level, Lewis?” There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he referred to Jeremy with his own name.

Jeremy’s cock throbbed in response. That wasn’t something that had yet crossed his mind, but now the seed was there he was going to let it blossom. “Lewis? Yeah, okay. Suppose that’s far more fitting now, not to mention hot as fuck.” Jeremy stood up and pulled Lewis with him, then held the other man close so their identical tattooed pecs were pressed firmly together. As were their cocks. “You better be moaning that all night, and maybe tomorrow too.”

“Oh yeah?” Lewis raised an eyebrow and smirked a little. “Maybe I should just call you Lewis for good now, since you are me.” He thrust his hips so their already close cocks ground together. “You want that Lewis? No not just be with me, but be me too?”

Jeremy nodded as he held onto Lewis. “Yes…” He let out a moan at the feeling of their cocks sliding together. “I’m Lewis Ashton, just like you are!”

The real Lewis grinned. “Yeah, yeah you are now Lewis. You were cute before, but you’ve had an upgrade into my hunky tatted twin eh? Now I’m into dudes, you get all that charm I used to use on the ladies.” Lewis dropped his voice to a whisper and leaned in closer. “And all that skill in the bedroom too Lewis.”

Jeremy’s only response was to let out another moan that dripped with lust, then tug Lewis off in the direction of the bedroom. Lewis was all too happy to follow right along with his identical self, since he both wanted more and absolutely refused to stop kissing Jeremy when it was all so hot. They discarded what few clothes they both wore as they went, some even half ripped in their haste to get naked. For Jeremy this was finally his time with the man he’d been crushing on for years, and for Lewis it was his first proper gay experience now his ego had twisted his attraction around enough with the sudden sexuality shift, so both were as desperate as possible to get to the main event.

~~~

When the two of them burst into the bedroom totally naked it was easy to lose track of who was who. Both were identical in every way as they kissed and touched and tumbled onto the bed together, tattooed flesh and matching eight inch cocks rubbing up and grinding together in one horny mess. It was a sight for the ages as the Lewises made out more and slowly transitioned into sucking each other off, and one Dane was glad he had an unseen front row seat to.

The pair groaned around each other’s cocks as they both sucked and got sucked. Lewis found it far easier to give a blowjob than he’d initially expected. All the years of getting sucked by girls and knowing what did and didn’t feel good must have been internalised somewhere, because now he was gay it was easy to draw on that knowledge. He knew how hard to suck and when to lick his tongue over the head, just the right angle to tug Jeremy’s balls to make the guy moan, the exact right pressure to squeeze his hand around the base of the shaft to keep him from cumming. He was a verifiable pro at sucking dick, but mostly because it was his own dick he was sucking. Jeremy was no slouch either, with years of sucking cock behind him. He wasn’t as intimately familiar with the current cock in his mouth though as Lewis was, but regardless the experience he did have was more than enough to drive Lewis wild.

“L-Lewis you’re…” Jeremy pulled off Lewis’s cock briefly and let out a deep, long moan. The mouth around his cock was just too good for him to hold back or focus on anything else. “I’m… Going to…” 

That was all the warning Lewis got before he got a mouthful of his own cum. Hot and slightly salty, it surprised him when his first reflex was to swallow hungrily like he’d never tasted anything better. He couldn’t work out why all the girls that’d sucked him off in the past complained so much about swallowing, this was delicious.

“Man, our cum tastes fuckin’ great Lewis.” Lewis said as he pulled off his own cock and sat up a bit. He was still yet to cum, but he wasn’t in a rush. “We’re gonna have some fun this evening, and it’s gonna continue with me unloading in your sexy muscle ass Lewis.”

Jeremy gulped as his spent cock throbbed a little. Getting called Lewis at every turn only spurred him on more into whatever this was between them; he could absolutely get used to responding to that name. “Then let’s get my cock in my ass Lewis… I’ve always wanted to get fucked by myself.”

The moment Jeremy started to go along with not only being called Lewis but acting like he was actually him too was it for the real Lewis. He lunged at himself and kissed the former nerd and new Lewis with a renewed hunger, his cock throbbing almost angrily between them. The two were going to have one insane night together fucking and they both knew it.

Dane smiled to himself as he pulled back on his view of the two identical men fucking. Wavell’s magic was one hell of a thing, and channelling it through this jockstrap he’d been gifted let him easily watch the two of them without being seen. All that was left was to round off the conclusions he’d begun making when he left Lewis, then he could at last head back to see how his boyfriend was doing.

Final conclusions on subjects Jeremy Willis and Lewis Ashton: Jeremy accepted name Lewis Ashton. Both happy together and look to be working towards resolving differences and the past. No further action needed.

Notes finished, Dane slipped away his tablet. He knew Wavell’s type well, but he was still going to recommend his boyfriend check out the two new lovers. They did wonders for Dane’s own arousal, and he wagered even Wavell might not be able to resist watching the identical young tattooed jocks going at it and moaning the same name to each other. He really did love his job at Wavell’s side.

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Commission - Like Father Like Son

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“Boy, it’s do this for a day or spend two weeks picking up trash and cleaning your own graffiti off of police property.” Sheriff Willis scowled down at the young jock handcuffed in front of him. “You’ve been nothing but trouble for months Xander, and I’ve had about enough of it. So shut the fuck up with the attitude and put the damn uniform on.”

Xander averted his eyes with a murderous look of defiance plastered across his features. “Whatever, fine. I ain’t wasting two weeks on boring ass shit.”

Sheriff Willis smiled a little triumphantly and gestured at the uniform he’d hung on one of the bars of the small holding cell. “This is the right decision son-” Willis cleared his throat at the displeasure on Xander’s face at the referral, “Xander. You need to take ownership of your future if you’re ever going to have a good life and not end up in a cell like this for the rest of your life.” He rested back against the cell bars, folded his arms, then let his face ease into a small smile. “Contrary to what you might think, I don’t hate you Xander. I hate your behaviour. All young men should have a chance to succeed, you just need the right guiding hand sometimes…”

With the slightly cryptic final note, Sheriff Willis walked over and unlocked the handcuffs Xander was in, then pocketed the key and walked over to the cell door. Once there, he paused and glanced back at Xander. “Get changed and come meet me out by my desk, then we can head out in the car for the day and I’ll show you the ropes.” With that said he walked out, leaving Xander alone with the uniform. 

The angry frown didn’t leave Xander’s face for a good few minutes as he stared at the uniform across from him. He’d agreed to it, but only because he didn’t have a choice. Spend a day dealing with the sheriff or spend two weeks cleaning, it was an easy decision. An easy decision that sucked. 

“Fuckin’ stupid ass bullshit…” Xander muttered. 

In all, it took around 10 minutes of sitting annoyed before Xander actually stood up from the cold bench and swiped up the uniform. It was your typical light brown thing he always saw the sheriff wearing, which wasn’t something he really wanted to be caught dead in. He didn’t have a better option though. So with the speed of a stropping child, Xander pulled his own clothes off and then stepped into the uniform. It fit him alright; a little loose in places and a little too tight in others over his muscles, and the trousers were too long for him as well. The mere fact he of all people was in clothes that were the height of screaming ‘law-abiding citizen’ was the worst of all of this; the only thing getting him through was knowing this was all temporary. 

It took a moment for the smell of the uniform to worm his way into Xander’s nose. A heavy, dry sweat smell that he soon realised the source of. “The fuck??” He paused in the cell entrance and took a sniff of the uniform. “No way he put me in his nasty ass used shit! Disgusting pig.”

Despite his repulsion, Xander still headed out of the cell and into the main room of the sheriff’s department. One day, one single day was all he needed to get through to satisfy Willis and he’d be able to get back to his regular life. Or so he thought. 

~~~

The first hour of Xander’s day was spent sitting in the passenger seat of Willis’s car staring out the window and ignoring the guy. All he’d been asked to do was tag along for the day, so that was exactly what he was going to do. And absolutely no more. Willis could drone on and on about whatever boring pig cop stuff he wanted to, Xander wasn’t going to pay any attention. 

“-so you see that’s what we’re really looking out for when we’re cruising around like this.” The sheriff paused his explanation and glanced over at Xander. “You haven’t been listening to a word this entire hour have you? Probably haven’t even been paying attention to me stopping and talking through the ticket procedure, have you? Suppose I shouldn’t be surprised son, but you’ll get it.”

Xander was out to snap at Willis to stop calling him son when something made him hold his tongue. It wasn’t like Willis was the only person around here that referred to all the younger guys as son whether or not they were related, so what was the harm? Willis wasn’t his Dad, even if he did say that word with a weird sense of parental judgement that made Xander’s skin crawl. It was harmless though he decided, didn’t actually mean much at the end of the day. It was only a word. He could carry on with the day and just ignore it.

The heavy smell of the clothes grew more normal as the next couple of hours passed, as much as Xander loathed that. His nose was getting more used to the stench of both his uniform and the even stronger one that was coming from Sheriff Willis sat next to him. He didn’t like how normal the manly musk was getting, but short of throwing himself out the car window there was no escaping it. 

“At least this uniform doesn’t fit as badly as I thought earlier.” Xander thought to himself as he shifted a little in his seat. 

What Xander hadn’t yet noticed was his body slowly growing to properly fit the uniform. It was slow enough he was unaware, which was just as Willis had planned things. Drastic measures were needed, so over the following hours he was escorting Xander he was going to silently watch the show. 

It started out with some of his tattoos fading away under the shirt. Xander could see the ink he was so proud of as it faded; if Xander was going to fix himself up he had to have a totally clean slate. There was the faintest tingle as the ink faded to nothing and left smooth skin, but that was just the beginning. He cracked his neck from side to side and rolled his shoulders as the muscle around his torso shifted around. His chest pushed out a little to draw the uniform shirt tighter over his pecs, whilst the uncomfortable tightness around his massive biceps and shoulders eased off into a far more even showing of his muscles across his upper body. 

Only when the dirty blond hair in his face lightened and filled out did Xander really notice something was up. He could see the strands that hung just in his vision, could see as they grew and changed ever so slightly into a different cut. It shocked him out of his annoyed staring out the window, only to realise they’d been sat parked outside a house with the engine off for the last several minutes.

“What the fuck is-” Only moments after he started talking Xander realised his voice didn’t sound like it should. If anything it was closer to the sheriff’s voice than it was before, but not all the way. He grabbed his throat and frowned at Willis next to him. “What the shit is going on?? I don’t know how the hell you’re doing this but-”

“Shut the hell up son.” Sheriff Willis spoke with an unwavering dominance in his voice that stopped Xander on the spot, though he couldn’t work out why. There was just something in the command that he could bring himself to disobey, as much as he might want to. “That’s good, I see it’s finally working. Now, I’ve long been a single man you see, son. Being a gay sheriff in a small town doesn't leave a lot of options, especially when you’re a man with my tastes son. You’re someone no one's going to end up missing; an orphan with a terrible track record. They’ll all think you’ve been sent to prison son, they won’t think twice about it.” 

Every time Willis let the word ‘son’ slip from his lips when talking about Xander it felt like a hammer on his brain. He didn’t know what power the sheriff had to have physically changed him, but now that same skill was trying to push into his head. “N-No! Stop… Stop calling me son!” He tried to protest, but Willis’s command kept him locked in his seat. “I’m not…”

“Not what?” Willis said with a knowing smirk. “Not my son? You’ve certainly started to look and sound the part kiddo. You must be smart enough to have noticed that much.”

Xander had noticed. The little he could move to check his reflection in the wing mirror showed a handsome face that wasn’t too dissimilar from the sheriff’s own one, albeit a good deal more youthful. Then there was the voice he couldn’t deny had changed, and even the smell that came from the clothes originally felt like it was just coming from himself now. His body had been forced into becoming a version of himself that people would naturally assume was the sheriff’s son.

The pale dread on Xander’s face was all the confirmation Willis needed. The kid knew what was going on, now all Willis needed to do was force him to accept it.

“Don’t you want to have a loving home with a father who cares about you?” He turned in his seat a little so he was facing Xander directly. “You’ve been a little shit causing problems for everyone all over town for a long time, and I’ve had about enough of it. Stay with me and I can help you have a good life Matthew, as my son.”

The name struck a chord inside Xander. He knew it wasn’t his name, but for the life of him he couldn’t stop it ringing around inside his head even more than the ‘son’ comments had. Matthew. Matthew wasn’t him, he knew that, but what if…

“NO!” He shouted. “I’m not your goddamn son! I’m not Xander!” He froze at the accidental slip of the tongue he’d just made. “I mean, I’m not Matthew.” He corrected, but even saying those words left an odd, wrong taste in his mouth. 

The sheriff could see it all working. He was winning here, just as he knew he would. “You sure Matthew? Good christian name that, Matthew Willis. Your grandparents, god rest their souls, always wanted to make sure I picked a good christian name for my only child, so I’m glad I did with you to honour them. Wouldn’t have been best pleased with the college experimentation that led to your birth, but what they never knew can’t hurt.” Willis smiled over at the kid next to him affectionately, as if a father would his son. “Matthew, come on now. This is the better life. An upstanding young man raised alone by his father to follow in my footsteps in the local sheriff’s department, isn’t that better than a delinquent youth that’ll end up in jail soon?”

“What are you…?” Xander trailed off as what the sheriff was rambling on about began to make sense in his head. Flashes of Sheriff Willis, Anthony he now knew as the man’s first name, raising him pushed their way into his head. Hanging out at the station after school when his dad was working because he refused to stay with a sitter; trying his hardest in school to get the best grades to make his father proud of him; applying for the police academy so he really could be like his old man. “This isn’t my…” He mumbled as more memories floated in that he didn’t have the resistance to fight off. Ice-cream from the small parlour in town when they’d drive out to get him new clothes since he was growing so fast; admiring the ink on his dad’s arm as a child and getting promised he’d be taken to get his first tattoo just as soon as he was a real sheriff like his dad; the loving smile and warm hug of a father he’d never got to experience.

There was no sound from the man in the passenger seat as he sat and tried to both fight off and process all the memories of this life that flooded into his head. “And of course, I’m so happy you felt comfortable coming out to me son. It was no surprise really, I’ve been able to see it for a long time.”

Matthew’s eyes widened and shot over to Anthony’s. “What?! I’m not-”

“Hard in your uniform looking at me? It’s alright Matthew, I know. I feel the same way about you, now you’ve grown up into a proper man. I can't deny how attractive you are, and I know you think the same.” The sheriff’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and lust as he spoke the last part into existence. He’d long wished he had a handsome son he could both love as a father and more, and now he was finally creating that. “I’ve seen all the underwear that goes mysteriously missing from my washing basket and turns up in your room, I’ve seen how you look at me in our home gym.”

Despite all odds, he was hard. Xander, Matthew was hard looking at his Dad. He’d… He’d been attracted to him ever since he learned more about sex as a teenager, and now he was into his early twenties it’d only grown. The fight he’d tried to put up to cling onto being Xander was all but gone, it was inevitable with the assault of memories that worked their way in. That and Xander’s secret desire for a loving family he’d never thought possible. He was still himself as he felt Xander slipping away, that self was just as Matthew now instead. 

“You won’t have to worry about remembering anything from before Matty, that’ll all be gone soon. There’s just one thing left you’ve got to do if you’re going to fully admit you’re my son Matthew, you know what that is?” Willis raised a questioning eyebrow as he looked down at his fully formed son in the seat next to him.

Matthew did know. He didn’t know how he knew, but as he surged forwards and pulled his father into a kiss, he knew it was the right thing to do. The name Xander slipped away like a leaf in the wind as both men’s beards scratched together and tongues danced over each other; the troublesome asshole he once was gone forever. Matthew was all that was left.

~~~

One month later…

“You coming Matty? Food’s almost cooked out here, and the guests will be arriving soon.” Anthony called to his son from their back garden.

It’d been exactly a month since everything with Xander had gone down, which naturally meant a barbeque was in order to celebrate. Not that Matthew knew what the occasion was, Xander had all but been erased from his mind, but Anthony still wanted to do something to mark the occasion. Sheriff Willis and his son were hosting for anyone from the small town to drop by for a bite to eat; opening it to everyone around was just the polite thing to do in a town as small as this one. Anthony had bought enough meat for all and was a pro on the grill, and now finally had an extra pair of hands to help.

“Yeah Dad, I’ll just be one second!” Matthew called back.

Just back from a shift at the station, Matthew was part way through getting changed into more appropriate clothes when his dad had called him out, so he hurried to put the last of them on before he went to join his father outside. Not that Dad would mind him walking our perfectly naked, but the guests would sure be shocked. They didn’t need to know what went on between the pair behind closed doors after all, that was for them and them only. 

He did sneak a quick kiss from his father as he joined him by the grill to plate up the steaks, burgers and sausages that’d already been cooked though. “Here Dad.” He said with a warm smile after he pulled away from the kiss. “Anything else that needs doing?”

Anthony smiled back at his son. “If you could go grab the cool box and fill it with ice and a bunch of the beers from the fridge that’d be awesome son. And don’t forget no kissing or flirting once the guests arrive!”

Matthew, who was already halfway to their back door, glanced over his shoulder and winked. “Sure, sure, I know Dad. I’ll save that for later when it’s just the two of us yeah? We’ll see if you can finally fuck two loads out of me hands free before you cum in my ass.”

“You got a bet there kiddo!” He called back as he tried to calm the boner that was already forming in his shorts. He glanced back through the kitchen window where he could see Matthew busying himself away inside and let his face settle into a fond expression. “That kid… Best decision I ever made.”

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The wedding getaway

A mile in each other's shoes

"Oh, come on, you can't be serious."

Lance groaned and looked at Lisa, the bride's maid, who in turn didn't appear all that amused either, although for different reasons. She smiled a sweet and poisonous smile as she answered.

"Yes, I am, Lance. Dead serious. Apparently, you have no idea how difficult it is to find a hotel with enough free rooms on a Caribbean island in the middle of spring break."

Before Lance could answer anything, she continued with a sharp voice.

"Or how expensive. So, yes, I'm afraid you have to share your suite with one of the other singles for the duration of your all-inclusive stay. Deal with it."

Lance took a deep breath and fought down the urge to say something very inappropriate. Lisa was probably right, and he wouldn't die from having to share a room with one of the other guests for a few days. He would only go there to sleep, anyway.

"Ok, ok. No need to explode like that. So, who will be my... roommate?"

In an instant, Lisa had a list in her hand and looked at it until she found the name.

"Let's see... that would be Jamal, who also didn't arrive with a date. I trust the two of you know each other?"

"Jamal? Oh god, no! Why do I have to room with the n... with him? Isn't there any other option?"

Lance couldn't believe it. Jamal, really? Of all the guest, he had to endure Jamal?

"No." Lisa said firmly. "And now, if you excuse me, there are a thousand other places I need to be right now. Have fun and try to get along with your roommate, ok? I'm not gonna make any changes."

With a flip of her hair, she walked away.

Lance was fuming as he fingered the keycard to his room. This had to be a bad joke. Jamal and him... Let's say they never got along really well. And ‘never’ was quite a long time for them, actually. They've known each other since kindergarten and didn't get along very well even then, although they had arguably be friends back then. But ever since, their relationship became worse.

It wasn't Lance's fault, of course. That much was certain, he decided, as he drew the card through the door sensor. Jamal was just so...

The door opened and revealed the object of his disdain.

Black.

There was hardly any way to phrase it differently, Jamal had the unmistakable dark skin color of a dirty ... Black man. Lance didn't consider himself a racist, but the fact was that people who weren't white were less civilized, that was just the way it was.

"Lance."

Jamal's voice was just as dark as his skin as he glared at Lance. Unlike Lance, Jamal most definitely was racist. He was proud of his heritage and thought very lowly of Lance, no doubt because of his skin color. If things were allowed to continue like that, people like Lance would surely become even more oppressed by people like Jamal. He closed the door behind him.

"Yes, that's me. Do you have a problem with that?"

He approached the other man like a predator until he stood right in front of him. They were about the same size, and Lance could see the dark wide nostrils of the other guy flare.

"Yes."

Jamal spat the word.

"I do. What are you doing here, you white piece of trash?"

Lance gritted his teeth.

"What are you doing here, you filthy ni-"

Jamal's fist flew before Lance could finish the word and it was only due to the fact that Lance expected the hit that he could dodge and thus avoid having his teeth bashed in. He answered with a quick kick to the balls, and the two men began their brawl.

The fight was short and intense, but neither of them managed to seriously hurt their opponent. At the end, they sat at different sides of the large double bed, breathing heavily.

"Fuck."

Lance spit out a blood drop. Jamal had a surprisingly hard punch.

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

Jamal was massaging his wrist, and Lance guessed that his jaw would bruise pretty badly. He was more than surprised, however, when Jamal offered him his hand to help him up.

"It's no use, Lance. It looks like we're stuck together for the next few days, and I've got better things to do than beat your racist ass every time I go to my room. Truce?"

Lance considered the proposition for a few moments, before he nodded and grabbed the dark hand.

"Truce. At least as long as we're stuck in this room with each other, you fucking monkey."

A moment of silence followed before Jamal got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. From inside, he mocked Lance again.

"You know, Lance, you really need to learn how to control your racism. I bet the only reason why you're so angry about me is the fact that I have a big dick."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, asshole."

These were going to be a few long days. The wedding wouldn't be for another two days to give everyone time to enjoy themselves a bit. Originally, Lance had looked forward to this opportunity, but now it seemed like these days were going to be more of an ordeal than anything else.

Of course, there was no way he was going to sleep in the same bed as Jamal, and, luckily, Jamal agreed on that without argument and moved his stuff to the couch. They didn't speak a single word to each other this evening, and Jamal left the hotel room shortly after, allowing Lance some time alone. He was still bruised up and dirty from the short fight and took the opportunity to take a shower himself.

The water was somewhat soothing, and slowly, Lance regained his composure. He certainly wouldn't let someone like him spoil his vacation, and perhaps Jamal was right, and it was a good idea to just ignore each other as much as possible. He could live with that.

When he was sufficiently clean and calm, he left the shower and reached for a fresh towel, only to see a small article of clothing fall from the rack.

With some disgust, Lance noticed what it was: A piece of underwear, a pair of boxer briefs to be exact. It was previously worn, and Lance had no doubts who the owner was. Jamal must have forgotten it when he took a shower earlier.

Lance tried to ignore the unwanted textile as much as he could, but his eyes kept returning to it. Truth be told, it wasn't all that small. In fact, especially the pouch area was rather large, and the fabric looked like it had been stretched somewhat. Without really wanting to, Lance had picked up the piece of underwear and inspected it from all sides now. Frustratingly enough, what Jamal had said earlier appeared to be true. If this piece of underwear was any indicator, then Jamal's dick had to be fairly huge.

That only angered Lance further. Who did Jamal think he was, with his stupid large penis, mocking him? Did Jamal think he could impress him with that?

The piece of clothing had a slightly damp feeling to it. Most probably it was because of the steam from two showers, but was that really all? His body acted on autopilot when he brought the foreign item of clothing closer and sniffed. It was a bit musky, that was for sure, but he wasn't quite sure yet. He buried his nose in the front part of the pouch, right where the dick had been before and took another deep breath.

Oh, there it was. Definitely, Jamal's scent was embedded in the fabric, and the smell was stronger now. Lance felt a rush of shame and anger. Did he really smell the underwear of his black temporary roommate? That was disgusting. He was just about to drop the garment, when he noticed something else. His own -rather small- dick stood proudly at attention.

"What?" Lance said out loud? He was hard because of a man’s underwear? No, not just any man’s. Jamal's, his arch enemies if he had any.

No, this had to stop. With a quick motion, Lance pulled the underwear over his legs and left the bathroom.

Only when he pulled on his pants over the baggy and mostly empty cloth that concealed his erection, he took note of what he had done. Why had he put on the thing?! Well, now it was too much of a hassle to change that, he decided and closed his pants, pressing the damp sweaty fabric against his groin.

Luckily, Jamal didn't come back until late in the night, when Lance was already asleep. He half noticed the other man getting settled on the couch, but he was too tired to care.

When Lance woke up the next morning, he was covered in sweat and his boxers were uncomfortably tight. He groaned as the memories of the day before came back. A quick glance confirmed: Yep, the black man was still there, on the couch, and still asleep, as it seemed.

With a throb, his cock demanded attention under the sheets. It had been quite a while since he had woken up with such a severe case of morning wood, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He wasn't alone, after all. He couldn't resist, however, to reach down under his sheets to readjust himself.

Only when he felt the unfamiliar fabric, again somewhat wet, by his own sweat and precum did he fully remember. Right, for some reason, he had put on Jamal's underwear after the shower. And later, when he went to bed, he hadn't fixed his mistake. There was something else, though.

Lance carefully felt the outline of his cock. This wasn't right. The stolen underwear pouch was filled to the brim with a throbbing organ entirely unfamiliar to him. This wasn't his cock! It was much, much too large!

However, every touch on the large piece of flesh felt good, and he couldn't resist stroking the length stealthily, if only a few times. Why did this feel so good? Lance failed to fully suppress a moan, and saw Jamal stir in his sleep. He really had to stop this. Only perhaps one or more stroke.

Were before, when rubbing one off, he often resorted to only using three fingers to stimulate his length due to his tools size. Now, however, he found that his whole hand was unable to fully close around the shaft, and there was a lot of space for his hand to move up and down, too.

He threw Jamal another glance, but the unwanted roommate still seemed to be asleep. Perhaps he could continue just a bit longer, and perhaps pick up some speed...

This time, too, he failed to muffle his moan completely.

"Ahh, fuck, yes..."

He breathed as he pumped the thick organ faster and faster, using his other hand to caress his balls through the underwear, which felt unusually large as well. Not being able to keep it down any longer, he pumped faster and faster, through Jamal's underwear, until, with a loud groan, he shot a generous load into the fabric.

Lance saw stars for a moment, but the noise had apparently been enough to wake up Jamal, and he turned around on the couch and remarked with a sleepy voice filled with annoyance.

"Dude, what the fuck? Did you just jerk off?"

"Uhh, no. I was... not."

"Yeah, right. And I'm the president. What the fuck, dude? Couldn't you wait until I was gone or something?"

Jamal groaned and got up to go to the bathroom. As he was walking, Lance got a short glimpse at the other man’s groin for the first time. If one thing was for certain, his dick wasn't as large as Lance had suspected. Most of the front of Jamal's boxer briefs was obviously empty.

Jamal spent a surprisingly large amount of time in the bathroom, and when he emerged again, he was - as far as Lance could tell - pale as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't speak a word as he quickly got dressed and basically fled the room, leaving a puzzled Lance behind. What had gotten into that guy again? He shook his head and, finally, removed the sheets and pulled down his borrowed boxer briefs.

And then, he looked at his crotch dumbfounded. He had been right. It wasn't his dick, even though it was flaccid again now, it was much too large. However, that wasn't the biggest problem. Despite being too big, it was decidedly... Black.

And it wasn't just his shaft that was suddenly dark skinned. His balls, too, and the rest of his groin as well. When he turned in front of the mirror, he realized that even his ass-cheeks were a rich dark brown color now, and his pubes dark and wiry.

Lance's head was swimming. What in the world was going on? Was it an infection?

No, even a guy as biased as Lance knew that dark skin was not a disease you got infected with. He simply had no explanation for what he was seeing. Luckily, only his groin was affected. Both his legs and his torso were still as white as they were supposed to be. And his face was fine, too.

Lance shook his head. He'd have to get to the bottom of it, but that had time until later. Today, he wanted to enjoy the beach a bit. However, as he tried to put on his swimming trunks he noticed a problem with his new anatomy. Neither his swimwear nor his pants would fit without being extraordinarily uncomfortable. Not wanting to cut off the circulation to his now much larger tool, he glanced over to Jamal's suitcase. Judging by the pair of boxer briefs, Jamal's stuff should be about the same size, even though Lance didn't really understand why the other man brought clothes this big.

After rummaging through Jamal's belongings for a bit, Lance found what he was looking for. A pair of swimming trunks and a pair of pants that fit comfortably as he put them on without a second thought. He briefly considered fully dressing from the other man’s trunk, but decided against it and took socks, shirt and sunglasses from his own stash.

Finally, fully equipped, he went to the beach.

Given the time of the year, it was rather full, just as he had expected it to be. Nevertheless, he found a spot to lay down a bit and sunbathe, and soon, the warm rays had him relaxed.

For a while, nothing happened. Lance felt at peace, and his thoughts returned to the morning events. He was no stranger to masturbating, but it was the first time that he had felt the urge to do so while in the same room as another guy. Even stranger though, he didn't feel particularly ashamed about it anymore. So, what if Jamal had seen him? He certainly jerked off, too. Put aside all the obvious things that separated them, that was one thing they had in common. They were both men, and men had certain needs. Nothing wrong with indulging in them, right?

In fact, in the morning sun, his thoughts about Jamal were less hostile than usual. It was really hard to be angry all the time when relaxing in the warm seaside sand.

A few hours later, Lance decided to take a swim. However, as he wiggled out of his borrowed pants, he was confronted with yet another surprise.

Apparently, the dark skin had spread. Now, the whole length of his legs was decidedly dark-skinned. Lance shook his head as if he would be able to revert the skin color of his legs like that. But it was no use: The pigment was there to stay. This couldn't possibly be natural, or even healthy! He needed to see a doctor, right now!

Half-panicking, he checked his upper body but was relieved to see that there, his skin was just as milky white as it was supposed to be, as were his feet.

Against all logic, his panic subsided. Sure, he looked ridiculous like that, but it wasn't that bad. In fact, once he managed to look past the weird color of his skin, he found his legs somewhat better looking even, packed with lean muscles. It wasn't bodybuilder level, but a whole new level of power that he never had before.

Originally, he wanted to run, search for a doctor as quickly as he could, but now, he reconsidered. He might as well go through with his plan and swim a bit in the inviting ocean. He could look for a doctor afterwards.

The water was wonderful, and the feeling of his legs powerfully propelling him through the waves was intoxicating. Lance lost track of time, and it was only when his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day that he turned back, all thoughts of a doctor forgotten.

He grabbed his stuff and went back to his hotel room to change, but was surprised to meet Jamal in there, when he unlocked the door.

The other man was sitting on the bed with his pants at his ankles and was furiously beating his meat. When the door opened, he quickly covered his groin with a pillow, but there were two things Lance had noticed: First, Jamal's dick was really small! And, secondly, from the waist down, Jamal's skin was colored a bright tone of pink, a stark contrast to his dark torso. There was an obvious connection waiting to be found, something really profoundly easy, but it escaped Lance persistently.

Instead, for the first time in God knew how long, Lance smiled at Jamal briefly.

"Don't mind me, just carry on. I'll just get changed really quickly."

"O...okay." Jamal replied, obviously confused about more than Lance's statement. Hesitatingly, he removed the pillow and continued his work, his eyes glued at the other man.

Since Jamal was occupying the bed at the moment, and Lance didn't want to disturb him by accessing his own suitcase, without thinking too much about it, he grabbed a new set of clothes from Jamal's: A pair of socks, pants, fresh underwear, a shirt and a baseball cap. He got dressed and nodded at the furiously masturbating Jamal again as he left the room just as Jamal came.

Dinner was somewhat strange for Lance. His upper body, arms and feet felt all strange and tingly, and below the borrowed cap, his hair felt like it was shifting and changing. He was really hungry today and was glad about the all you can eat buffet.

However, the more he ate, the more the strange feeling took hold of his head and face as well, and with it, another urge awakened. Lance's thoughts consistently went back to the picture of Jamal masturbating on their bed. Say what you want, but that white boy really had a cute body. That was something Lance had always liked about Jamal James.

Lance Lamar felt his groin get tight again. It was difficult enough to find underwear for his large black python, but when he got aroused, there was hardly anything able to contain the beast of burden.

Finally, he stood up in all of his black glory and went to the elevator. Time to see if James was still around and was up for a length of his loving boyfriends large dick up his cute tight ass.

He was.

As he left the dining hall, Lisa smiled a thin smile and changed an entry in her list. Two less troublemakers and one more happy couple for the wedding.

What a great couple, in the end! After all, racism never pays.

If you like to read about another great couple, in a magical story, perhaps check out this novel!