The Potion Room

The Potion Room

NOTE: This story was inspired by multiple different anonymous requests, so pay attention, as you might see yours in here ;)

Frank was dreading having to go to his grandma’s old house. Buried deep within the southern backwoods, the once tiny, charming mini-mansion had grown derelict over the years, and served only as a reminder of his grandmother’s lavish and secretive lifestyle. For years after her husband died, she had lived alone in the house, leading many of the local townspeople to suspect she’d turned to some form of witchcraft. Frank and his family never entertained this notion, of course, but truth be told, the never saw her often enough to know for sure what she did with her free time.

It had been just a few weeks since she “died.” Though a body was never found, the family could only assume something awful had happened. Perhaps she’d drowned herself in the same river as her late husband, or fell off a ledge on one of her long, early morning walks. Regardless, someone had to settle her estate, and Frank, being the eldest of her grandchildren, was saddled with the responsibility of driving down to that creepy old house to find the will.

It was almost dark as Frank pulled up, his headlights illuminating the dusty living room through a wide, antebellum-style window. The house, like grandma, was archaic yet oddly charming. He felt a tinge of both fear and comfort as he walked up the steps and opened the door. It was unlocked, leading him to suspect that burglars had already had their way with the property. As long as they didn’t take anything important, he thought as he began searching through the house.

Everything seemed eerily sanitized. The house was clean, save for a mountain of dirty pans in the kitchen. Had she been cooking something? Why would the door be unlocked? Why would the door to the basement be so open?

He’d never been in the basement as a child. It was one of the places he and his cousins were forbidden to enter, and he even felt the smallest inclination of guilt as he descended the stairs and turned on the light.

It appeared to be a wine cellar, only the wine bottles were smaller and were all clearly homemade. Grandma’s personal collection. On the table in the middle of the room was a note. Finally, Frank thought as he picked it up and read:

My dearest Frank,

To you I leave my most treasured collection. I implore you to read each label carefully before drinking, for if used right, this room could unlock your greatest potential. But if used incorrectly, it could unleash the monster in you.

Weird. Frank put down the note. He was disappointed. Out of everything she had, this was what she left him with? A dingy wine cellar?

Frustrated, Frank reached for one of the bottles. The label read: “Pinther” in her handwriting. Was it some special kind of brew? Frank didn’t even think. He popped the bottle off and began to drink, hoping to drown out the crushing disappointment that was growing heavier and heavier in his chest.

But it didn’t take like wine. Instead, it tasted like sugar water. It tingled and prickled his throat as it settled into his chest and began to expand. Oh shit, Frank thought, what did I just drink?

He didn’t have time to think because he was already falling backwards into a chair, his body seeming to suck itself in. His breaths became larger and deeper, and his body surged with an energy that he hadn’t felt since he ran track in high school.

His shirt was hanging loosely on his once bulky frame, and Frank tore it off to reveal a slim, runner’s body slowly beginning to chisel itself out of his fat.

“Holy shiiiiiiiooooooohhhhh fuck.” Frank shuttered as dopamine started to flood his system. He felt like he was on the brink of an orgasm, and his hands immediately started to feel up the hard new lines that decorated his body like a greek statue. He felt an immense attraction towards himself, and he stood up to admire his figure as the changes finished running their coarse.

“Fuck me man,” Frank said very literally as he admired his adonis body. He looked like a Calvin Kline model. Everything was perfectly proportioned, his skin perfectly toned and his muscles perfectly shaped. His jaw was chiseled and rough with stubble, and as he ran his hand over it and grinned, he could feel his dick growing ever more uncomfortable in his jeans.

He dropped them down to reveal a true beast of a cock, long and thin, with silvery pre-cum dripping from the tip. He had never been this turned on by his own physique, and the more and more he thought about touching his own body, the more his penis seemed to expand.

But then he remembered what he was doing here. What other potions might grandma have had stored in her collection? After all, it was Frank’s now. He could do what he wanted with it; he could BE anyone he wanted.

He reached for a random bottle on the shelf. Filled with horny excitement, he didn’t even read the label as he popped the cap and took a swig. This one tasted more sour, like tequila, and it burned his throat as it made its way down to his stomach, where it landed like a brick.

“Woah,” Frank remarked. Suddenly he felt very full, like he’d consumed a hefty meal. When he looked down he saw that his gut was starting to come back, but just as disappointment started to set in, he was hit with a tsunami of pleasure.

Frank stumbled around, his vision blurring. A warmth engulfed his body that was very different from the sharp coolness of the previous drink. This one made him feel numb, hot, and much larger. Literally, as he looked down at himself through the haze, he could see not just his gut was expanding, but EVERYTHING was expanding. His arms, his pecs, his thighs, his feet. Even his dick started to gain some chub to it.

“Lo que la cogida?” Frank remarked, than clasped his mouth. He had never spoken a word of Spanish, and yet as the warmth continued to spread, he struggled to remember anything in English. Who was the potion turning him into? He looked down one more time to see a light dusting of dark hair cover his thick, bulky muscles, and send him into a strange state of satisfaction.

When the changes started to subside, Frank began to admire his new body. It was thick as all hell, with bulging packages of muscle that made him want to cum right then and there. His skin had gained a slightly darker shade, and the stubble around his neck had grown into a thick beard. He was a handsome Spanish hunk alright, with a cock that seemed almost alien in its thickness and girth. Frank clasped it in his rough, hard hand, and started to stroke.

He threw his head back. “Ay dios mio…” Nothing compared to the feeling of letting his meaty dick slide through his calloused finders, wet with per-cum. He liked the feeling of letting his wet hands caress his thick muscles, flicking his nipples and toying with his big cushon-y ass.

He could have been perfectly content walking out of that room in his new form, settling down with some sexy girl or guy who’d worship his body every night. But no, Frank wanted more…

Latin Frank sauntered over to the shelf and reached down to the very body. His skin caressed itself as his bulking muscles rubbed each other, and he had to close his eyes to stop himself from shooting his load. Not yet, he thought, and reached for the very last bottle on the shelf.

It was black, and the label had been scratched off. He felt hesitant, that was, until he popped the cap and took a wiff. This potion smelled like night, like cool, crisp evening air, like dark mist forming at the base of forest trees. He didn’t care that the bottle was unwelcoming, or that he might have been overdoing it with grandma’s gift. He simply drank it just like every potion before.

He realized immediately that he’d made a mistake. His body flared with pain, REAL pain, as the liquid, fiery hot and bitter, set his throat ablaze. He dropped the bottle on the ground and growled in agony as his entire body began to seer like it was being doused with gasoline. He’d never felt pain like this, he’d never felt such an aching, burning desire to tear at his skin.

Frank looked down at his hands. He could see the veins popping, the muscles tensing, and the previously dusty hair around his forearms grow thick and bushy. But the one thing he noticed were his fingernails, which were growing long and dark. Like claws.

“Aggggghhhhh!” Frank screamed. His face was starting to shift too, his skin contracting to form an angrier, more canine face. He felt his teeth sharpen and expand, and as the pickle of hair began to erupt from his face, he let out a genuine howl.

Then suddenly, the pain stopped. For a split second, Frank was left in a strange state of fluctuation, halfway between man and wolf, before his hornieness returned. This time with a vengeance.

Frank panted, with each breath his fur-covered muscles expanding and expanding until his massive werewolf body took up the entirety of the basement. His cock grew to colossal size, cum now starting to flow steadily as he became enslaved in a state of unending orgasm. Frank was prisoner to the insanely erotic pleasure of his body. He was a monster, wiped of all humanity, replaced with raw sexuality.

“OOOOWWWWWWWW” Frank howled. Cum rocketed from his monster dick and practically flooded the room, soaking his dark fur and the enormous muscles that pulsed beneath. As he panted, collapsing to his knees, he thought of only one thing: fucking. He needed to hunt, he needed to pound, he needed to empty his fresh load, already filling up his orange-sized balls, into the ass of some unsuspecting guy.

Frank the horny werewolf clawed his way out of his grandma’s basement. It didn’t mean anything to him anymore. All that mattered was fucking, howling, and growing bigger and bigger. As he ran outside into the light of the now full moon, he let out a terrifying howl. He’d become the monster he was warned about. 300 pounds of pure, animalistic passion. And it was only just the beginning…

His Cousin’s Hat

The second Jake put on the hat, he could tell something was up. He had snuck into his step-cousin Matt’s room while he was out at the firing range with his dad and uncle. Jake had always had a bit of a crush on hot, red-neck Matt, though he dared not tell his family, and he snuck into his room to see if he could try on any of his clothes. A bright orange baseball cap caught his eye, and he instinctively reached for it and tried it on.

And that’s when the changes started happening. First, he felt himself start to get taller, if only slightly. Part of him thought it was all in his mind, when he felt a sudden soreness in his chest. He looked down to see his pecs inflating outwards, stretching out his t-shirt as his lower abdomen began to suck in.

“Fuck,” Jake whispered, pulling the now tight t-shirt over his head. Abs were beginning to pertrude  where his small belly once was. In addition, two cum-gutters were forming just above his waistline, pointing down towards his legs, which were starting to fill up his jeans.

Next were the arms. Jake felt them stretching, getting heavier and brushing up against his inflating lats. He rushed into Matt’s bathroom to look in the mirror. Sure enough, two massive peaks were forming on his biceps, his shoulder growing broader and his traps snaking up towards his neck.

On his face, his features were subtly shifting, growing smaller and more defined. Facial hair began to lightly pepper his face as Jake let out a satisfied grunt. Wait, he thought, is that my voice?

“Is that my voice?” he asked the ever inflating reflection. It was a deep, husky voice, a bit of a sexy southern drawl peppered in for good measure. “God damn,” he said, continuing to admire the new body, “God da— oooohhh…”

He let out a pleasured groan as the final step of the transformation started to occur. He felt a powerful heat emit from his crotch, and he grabbed for it in shock. And that’s when he started to feel it: his dick, inflating and growing in his grip. He could feel his massive ball sack churning out hot man juice and pumping it throughout his body, which was now starting to look like that of a young muscle model.

When the pumping finally subsided, he unzipped his now uncomfortably tight jeans and let all twelve inches of his thick new cock spill out onto Matt’s bathroom countertop.

Jake looked back up in the mirror at the new man standing before him. His body was perfectly sculpted, every new muscle glistening with hot, post-transformation stress. He flexed his bicep, and his dick jumped up from the counter. He was getting turned on by his own body!

With his free hand, he stroked his new big dick while flexing his bicep. “Aw yeah man,” he started to dirty talk to his reflection in that deep southern voice, “fuck yeah man, look at me. Fuckin’ massive. Aw yeah, I’m gonna make me cum…”

He felt his whole body grow hotter as his dick tensed in anticipation. Every muscle tensed, and Jake felt a wave of pleasure like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He let out a big, manly moan as he shot spurt after spurt of hot silvery man juice onto Matt’s mirror. It felt like he was standing there for hours, cuming over and over, testosterone shooting through his veins as he embraced his newfound man-hood.

When he was finally done, Jake ran his sticky hands over his sweat-drenched muscles, feeling the deep, warm crevices of every singe one of them. He loved his new body, he was just going to have a lot of explaining to do when his step-cousin got back from the range. And a lot of cleaning to do as well…

Any other Muscle growth blogs you can recommend me to? Your stories are awesome by the way, upload more often ;)

I’ve been meaning to post of all the muscle growth Tumblrs that I’ve spotted. Lots of them have been sprouting up like crazy in the last few months. Some may not be active any more. I’m just dumping a lot of links in my follow list.

Also not all of them focus solely on muscle growth. There are lots of blogs out there that focus on body swap, body possession or a large range of male transformations.

Anyway, here I go (and not in any particular order):

@magusfan - Just started on Tumblr, but already an accomplished AP/MG writer. Check out his work at CYOC too: http://www.cyoc.net/interactives/user_1441.html

@amalianetwork and his @musclewriters blog too. He runs the weekly caption competitions that I sometimes enter. Also writes lots of hot captions himself.

@hughmichelsen Amazing writer. Terrific with the “reality change” genre. Also has a lot of muscle growth reality change ebooks to his name. Check him out in Amazon and other ebook retailers.

@absqrst Just one of the best MG caption writers out there. Unbelievably hot captions.

@lixpex Another of Tumblr’s must-go-to blogs. Ridiculously prolific poster. I have no idea how he keeps up the schedule.

@jhfic2 Hasn’t written any captions in a while but is a great MG caption writer. Also has a hot muscle photo blog at @jhfic1

@cfmusclelabs Another of the muscle growth caption greats.

@vorecaptions A very specific sub-genre here. Muscle and masculinity theft captions that feature men absorbing victims through massive cocks..

@thegreatstoryteller Loves to gather captions from all over Tumblr.

@bodyswappalace Body Swap Captions. (A genre that I’m really neglected in my own blog).

@stories1115 Just started up. Looks interesting.

@cannibal-chow Male transformation captions. Still quite new, but very good so far.

@theradicalscrivener Hot male transformation stories.

@bigdimbros Jock captions

@meatmasher Posts a lot of hot muscle pics and a few erotic captions

@smitch1981 and @2xskin - Tumblr reposts of the Male Transformation Blog

@coyote-r A really hot muscle growth caption writer who is just starting out.

@hearmenowu2 Muscle growth art

@faggot4muscle Another new muscle growth caption writer. Also really hot.

@jaxman52077 Captions mainly focused on dominant alpha males. Occasionally, he’ll post a muscle growth caption. Very hot.

@control567 M/M bodyswap stories

@tf-servant Male transformation captions

@muscletale Mainly posts really hot muscle pics, but writes the occasional MG caption and story. Amazing writer.

@m2mpst Male Possession and Swap captions.

@malemodification Again, mainly possession and swap captions

@roidedbro Ridiculously hot captions describing using steroids to get massive. Seriously hot writing.

@itsflyinglikeadragon Lots of captions about several sexual kinks. Including some muscle growth. Lots of transformation captions.

@musclelover4826 Likes to repost muscle captions from all over Tumblr.

@captaingrowth Another collection of Tumblr muscle growth captions.

@broodingmuscle Do you like quick captions of younger brothers completely dominating their “big” brothers? Then you’ll love this blog.

@bigbadblackooze Got a Venom symbiote fetish? Then go here.

@the-golden-opportunity Erick S’s hot body swap/body possession caps.

@fantasyvessels Mainly body swaps and possessions.

@malebodyswitch Like the title says, mainly body swaps.

@tzeiner7 Seems to be abandoned. Posted three hot muscle growth captions before he stopped.

@theoldfamiliar Body Swap captions (again!) :)

@bodyswapper Guess what this blog is all about?!

@bodriversblog A variety of transformation stories, including Muscle Growth.

@harvzilla and his other blog @orangehares Various male transformation stories and a lot of reblogs from other transformation blogs.

@playernumber37 A great collection of jock transformation captions.

@bodybuildersbeforeandafter Not a muscle growth caption blog, but what fan of muscle growth does not wank off to before/after pictures of bodybuilders?

@malebodyswaps Another collection of body swap captions.

@thebodyswapclique More body-swapping shenanigans!

@malechanges Sadly, hasn’t been updated in a long time.

@musclecomics Had a promising start but was quickly abandoned.

Gay yard sales are one of my favorite things. You never know what you’ll find- some campy tchotchkes, or old Tom of Finland drawings, costume jewelry…

Well, this last month, I happened on this big old Victorian house having an estate sale, and it was clear that it had been some old queen. Vintage clothes, black and white photos of two men in rather scandalous poses, some really great furniture, all kinds of good queer stuff.

But I saw this book, and flipping through it, it just stuck with me. It was new, but had pictures of various men in different locations and different times. Patrick, Dublin, 1997. Omar, NYC, 2006. Haruto, Tokyo, 1978. None of them professional models per se, but sexy, confident… *real.* The book had no publisher listed and was probably just some private vanity project.

It was ten bucks, and I thought it would make the perfect coffee table book, so I slapped down two fives and went on my way. That night when horny, instead of visiting my typical sites, I flipped casually through the book. I happened upon this gorgeous Czech man in Prague, from 1985, Bovza- dark features, intense eyes, hairy chest. I started stroking myself, unable to tear my eyes from the page, and soon, I was shooting all over my chest.

I grabbed a towel next to my bed to wipe off and then, rubbing, I was shocked to see hair on my normally smooth chest.

“What the-?” I said, and then stopped. My voice seemed deeper, and had some kind of European accent. My skin was darker, my hands rough… I ran to a mirror and stared in shock as the intense gaze of Bovza stared back. I ran back to the book- I was a dead ringer for the sexy Czech man, from head to toe.

After a healthy amount of self-exploration, I spent the rest of the day as Bovza, barely fitting into my old clothes. It was strange- I was still myself, with all of my old memories, but some parts of Bovza’s personality kept seeping through. He was quieter, more intense. And at the bar that night, I found myself skipping my normal rum and coke for a Pilsner.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, back in my old body. Flipping through the book, I saw a new page that hadn’t been there before- Joey, Boston, 2017. And there I was, wearing the same thing I’d been wearing the day before when I first found the book!

I’ve spent the last month figuring out the rules of the book and as far as I can tell, when I jerk off to a picture of one of the guys, I find myself in their body until I next go to sleep. Sometimes their personalities are a bit stronger than others- one guy was bi, and I even found myself fucking a woman for the first time in 15 years! It’s been a non-stop string of adventures since- Vlad, Moscow, 1954. Alfredo, Rome, 1967. Billy, Houston, 2012.

But today, as you can see, is Jose. I grinned as I felt his bushy mustache grow above my lip and hair dusted my legs as my frame grew slimmer, toned. Christ, I’d kill for a cigarette right now, I thought, even though I didn’t smoke.

Maybe some day, I’ll have to give up the book to someone else, let it continue its journey. And then, someone else may be taking my body out for a night.

But that’s the future. And for me- Jose- today’s adventure is just getting underway.

... And Nothing But The Truth

(You can read Part 1 HERE)

“Well, how do I look?”

Blake might have been too modest to say it, but he had done an incredible job transforming Mark. The two had decided to have a little fun with the truth serum before going back out to punish Stan. Blake had started by turning Mark into the best version of himself, which meant perfect hair, perfect muscles, and the perfect dick. He hadn’t seen it yet, but he desperately wanted too. He was still a cock-hungry bottom slut after all.

“Still horny?” Mark said, taking the words right out of his head. Blake nodded. He didn’t want to say anything out-loud in case the truth serum was still in effect. If there was anything Blake had learned today, it was to be extremely careful with this powerful elixir. Just one sip, and anything you said became the truth. Anything.

“Here,” Mark reached out a hand, “I’ll turn you into something good. Not this twink bullshit.”

“Really?” Blake said, relieved.

“Of course!” Mark said, “it’s the least I could do. You’re the reason I’ve got this incredible body instead of being wrapped around John’s disgusting ass.” He laughed as he gave a little flex, sending a fresh blush across Blake’s face.

He handed the bottle to Mark, who popped open the cap and took a couple of drops. Blake felt a pang of fear as he saw the contents of the bottle: there were only a couple of small sips left.

“Alright,” Mark said, “who’s your favorite actor?”

“Sorry?”

“Actor, celebrity, ANYONE! Someone you find hot. Someone you’ve always wanted to be.”

The question stubbed Blake. Who wouldn’t he want to be? Anyone but the flimsy, fat-assed daddy chaser he was now.

“Can it be an athlete?” Blake asked.

“Anyone,” Mark said.

The image of him had crossed his mind briefly, before sticking and growing into swarm of fantasies that were now swirling around his head. They were about to become a reality.

“Well… I’ve always thought Gus Kenworthy was really hot.”

Mark gained. “Well today’s your lucky day, because you ARE Gus Kenworthy. Pro Olympic Skier, social justice champion, and handsome, hairy, and huge piece of man meat.”

The words felt like candy to Blake’s ears. Immediately, he felt a warmth overtake him, flooding his veins like adrenaline. This was nothing like the last transformation, which felt cold, humiliating. At that moment, Blake felt like he could fly.

“Ooooohhhh…” the young man moaned. His body shivered as the flab from his over-sized bottom ass vanished, transforming into solid muscle with the perfect amount of fat. The muscle ran down his thighs, bulking them to ham-size and pressing them against his formally loose briefs. Now, the fabric highlighted every curve of his astonishingly toned lower half, hardened and chiseled from years of skiing on the slopes of Colorado.

“Is… is that my ass?” Blake stuttered.

Mark laughed, “I think the real question you should be asking is: are those your abs?”

Blake looked down. The flood of adrenaline had made its way up to his torso, where he could feel his chest tighten into a solid rack of abs, his obliques turning to hard lines leading down to his crotch.

Muscle mass filled his pecs like two sand bags, and the sudden addition of weight to his frail frame caused Blake to stumble back. By now, his whole body had gone numb. He couldn’t feel himself fall to the floor, he couldn’t even hear himself moaning and screaming in intense pleasure. He could only feel the heat and the testosterone as it continued to shape and expand his muscles, broaden his frame, and cover his skin with a fresh layer of dusty blonde hair and tattoos.

“FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK.” His hands were running wild across his body. His arms had just finished packing on lean muscle when the final muscle began its long awaited transformation. Blake had never seen Gus’ dick. He could only imagine the meat that guy was packing under all those snow clothes. But when Mark had said “huge piece of man meat,” he wasn’t just talking about his body…

It started out like the beginning of an orgasm. All the muscles around the base of his dick tense, all the blood went from his muscles down towards his crotch, sending fresh shivers throughout the rest of his body.

His head jerked. His mouth dropped. And Blake—or rather Gus—let out one final moan before firing his load off into his underwear. As he did, his dick grew by a full four inches, almost bursting the seams of the wet boxers as his tiny twink cock transformed into a true Olympic penis.

It was a full minute before Gus’ eyesight returned. The intensity of the orgasm was such that he could barely see anything. When he finally did, the first thing he saw was Mark, his gorgeous jock body hovering over him. He reached out a hand, helping Gus to his feet.

“Here,” he said, handing him a bottle of water, “you need to replenish.”

Gus took a big sip, and handed the bottle back to Mark. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his sweaty, bulging muscles sending a fresh rush of lust through his newly transformed body. He couldn’t stop looking at himself, admiring his olympian form, his handsome scruff, his irresistible smile.

“Fuck man… I’m hot as hell!”

“You must be,” Mark said, “neither John or me ever came like that when we transformed. As a matter of fact… we never came at all.”

“Well,” Gus said, “I guess it must have been how you said it.” He leaned in to give his new friend a kiss…

…But he pulled back. “Um… sorry.” Mark gave a nervous laugh. “I’m straight, actually. I’ve got a girlfriend. Well, I had a girlfriend a year ago. God knows where she is now.”

“I’m sorry.” Gus said, visibly disappointed.

Mark gave a weary smile, “I just don’t feel that way about guys, you know?”

A light went off in Gus’ head. “Do you want to?”

“Sorry?”

“Be gay. Or bi. I mean… wouldn’t it be nice to broaden your horizons?”

“I mean sure but, I can’t just choose to be gay.” At the same time, they both looked down at the truth serum, then back up at each other.

“You’re not suggesting—“

“—It would be totally up to you!” Gus said, defensive. “I know you were forced to change in the past. I don’t want to force you to do anything now.”

Mark looked into Gus’—or Blake’s—eyes. He saw a man who he admired, even if he wasn’t attracted to him per-sea. But deep down, he knew that he wanted to be.

“Sure,” he smiled, handing Gus back the bottle, “why not?”

No one in the gym ever used the sauna. It was relatively tiny, tucked away in the back of the locker rooms, and the temperature controls never really worked. However, this made it the perfect spot for a late night hookup, which was exactly what Gus anticipated would happen.

He closed the door behind Mark. He paced around in eager anticipation. “Did you drink it?”

Gus nodded as he held up the bottle. “There’s enough for one more sip after this,” he said with an air of gloom. After a moment of silence, Gus smiled cleared his throat. “Well, by order of the truth serum, I hereby declare you, Mark, bisexual.”

Silence. Mark looked around the room, then down at himself. “Did it work?”

“I don’t know,” Gus said, “that’s a question only you can answer.”

But Mark didn’t feel any different. He always thought changing his sexuality would come with fireworks, images of big wet dicks flooding his mind, but none of that was the case. Instead, he found himself taking notice of different things. About Gus. The way his muscles got all sweaty and glistening in the heat of the sauna, the way his pecs heaved up and down as he breathed in the hot air, the way his trail of hair pointed down from his six pack abs to his…

“Oh—“ Mark stumbled back onto the bench. His dick was hard as steel, fighting to get out of his underwear. He looked up at Gus, almost as if for approval. He smiled, nodded, and Mark got to removing his briefs.

It was the first time Gus got to see the dick he had created. It flopped out of the black fabric, a tiny bit of pre cum flicking out onto Mark’s sweaty chest, and waved in the air, unbalanced by its own weight. And as he watched Mark start to play around with it, he felt his hand instinctively move down towards his crotch, where his own dick was starting to awaken.

“Fuuuuuck man,” Mark said as he continued to beat off. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure while Gus removed his underwear and got on his knees. He didn’t notice the olympic athlete’s mouth above his cock until he felt something hot and wet swallow all 8 inches of his salty stick.

He opened his eyes. Gus Kenworthy was on all fours, chocking on his dick like a pro. Mark gasped. The image alone was enough to send him over the edge, but with the intuition of someone who’d been doing this a long time, Gus took the cock out of his mouth and stroked it, slowly.

“I got you pretty close, didn’t I?” Gus said, a little bit of cum dripping from his smiling mouth.

Mark could only nod. “I… I didn’t know liking guys could be this much fun.”

“Oh and it only get better,” Gus said. He grabbed Mark’s ass and flipped him over. Mark gasped. The strength with with Gus was able to maneuver him around was so hot, that he found himself flashing his hole even before Gus reared up behind him.

The heat was so intense, both from the sauna and from inside of him, that he found himself saying and doing things that he never thought. “Fuck me,” Mark whispered, shoving his ass up against Gus, and twitching as he felt the weight of his meat slap on his exposed hole.

But Gus wanted him to enjoy this. Instead of shoving it right in, he grinded his cock up against Mark’s crack, feeling the warmth in-between his cheeks, and letting his sweat and pre cum lube up his continually flashing hole.

This drove Mark nuts. Within moments, he was moaning, loudly, begging for Gus’ cock. So much so, that Gus was scared someone would walk in at that very second. He leaned down and whispered to Mark, “you ready for this dick?”

“Yes… yes…” Mark said in-between groans. Gus smiled, leaned back, and slid himself inside.

Mark screamed. He was tight as hell, which was to be expected. He’d never had anything up his ass before, but when the sharp feeling of pain had passed, a euphoria unlike anything he had ever experience swept over his body. Gus’ dick was so long, it went straight for his prostate. With every thrust, Mark felt himself grow hotter and hotter, the sweat coming off his his muscles in sheets.

“FUCK!” He was cumming. Already. They had been fucking for less than as minute when Mark’s cock started to spew seed all over the bench bellow. It just kept coming, the cum, and the sheer image of Mark creaming over his dick was more than enough to send Gus over the edge as well.

“Fuck I’m… I’m… UGGGGHHHHH!” Gus thrust forward, freezing as his body tensed and shot yet another load, this time straight down Mark’s formally straight hole. Mark could feel Gus tense and writhe behind him, his body slammed up against his ass and hamstrings, sending more warmth throughout his ever scorching body.

The orgasms lasted longer than the actual fucking, but once both boys were done, they flopped down on the bench, panting hard.

“Better than straight sex?” Gus asked.

Mark laughed. “I’ll tell you next time I see my girlfriend,” he said, and patted Gus on the leg. “Thank you,” he looked into his eyes, “for everything.”

Gus smiled, nodding to the door. “Want to watch me turn Stan into something crazy?”

“Oh yes.”

Frank checked his watch for the third time in an hour. The hands on the little metal face seemed to be crawling towards the “12:00,” and he knew when they did, he would finally be able to close the gym. Normally, most of the people left by 8:00, and he would get to close early, go out drinking with his friends, and relax at home with some Netflix. But tonight was different. Tonight, he had to stay ‘till the very last second because, remarkably, the gym wasn’t empty. Remarkably, Stan—or the aging bodybuilder who referred to himself as “Stan”—and Alex were still there, pounding out reps at the benches, feeling each other’s hot, sweaty muscles and exchanging long, impassioned kisses in between sets.

“Can we go home now?” Alex whimpered like a little girl. When he heard this, Frank sat up in his seat. Was this finally it?

“Just a few more sets,” Stan said patting his boyfriend, each one landing on Alex’s thick chest with a loud *thud. “I wanted that ass pumped and plump by the time we get to bed.” He slapped Alex’s butt. Frank rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and preparing for another half hour of gay smooching.

And that’s when he heard a voice come from the locker rooms. “HEY!” someone called. Frank looked up to see two new guys standing out overlooking the mat, eyes glued on Stan with righteous fury. Frank didn’t recognize either of them, and all he could think as they walked forward was: how the hell did they get in here?

Stan threw up his arms. “You boys wanna join the party?” he said with a jolly smile. But Blake—or Gus rather—was not smiling.

“Oh come on Stan,” Gus said, “don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own freshman year lab partner.”

Stan’s brain worked like molasses as he put all the pieces together. First Blake, then Gus, and now… the truth serum. He frantically patted around his pockets for the small green bottle, but then he realized he didn’t have any pockets; he was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of briefs.

“Looking for this?” the guy next to Blake said, holding up the small bottle. Stan lunged forward and grabbed it out of his hand. He uncorked the top and put it to his lips. Nothing. He shook the bottle. It was empty.

“Look’s like your luck has run out Stan,” Gus said, “I took the last sip.”

Stan reached over and grabbed Alex’s wrist. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Right now.” But Alex was transfixed on Gus’ body, lust burning at the corners of his gaze. “ALEX!”

“Alex,” Gus said, “don’t listen to that cranky old man. He’s not your boyfriend. I AM.”

In an instant, Alex pulled out of Stan’s vice grip and huddled behind Gus, feeling up his toned muscles and staring at Stan in fear and confusion. Suddenly, he was alone.

Stan dropped to his knees. “Please,” he pleaded with Gus, “just turn me back to normal. Please, I’ll be ugly again, I’m so sorry. Just make me normal.”

“I you will be normal,” Gus said, “in a few days, all of this will be just a strange bad dream. But until then, I think you’ve got to spend some time thinking about what you’ve done. And since you were so obsessed with getting into Alex’s pants, that’s where you’re going to spend it.”

Stan gasped. The air sucked right out of his lungs. He looked down to his chest to see that he was getting thinner. Flatter. He looked back up at Gus, a silent plea to reverse the transformation, but it was too late. He was shrinking down his face hollowing out and becoming white and silky.

His arms turned back and elastic, his legs sucking back up into his chest to form two large holes, and his back ballooning out into the shape of an ass, only to grow hollow and airy, just like the rest of him. By the time Alex removed his clothes and walked over to Stan, he was nothing but a pair of briefs, which Alex took and slid up his muscular legs.

Though he couldn’t express it verbally, Stan felt an inward feeling of euphoria as Alex’s cock filled up his face, as his pumped up ass pressed against his fabric. Though he knew it was only temporary, he also wouldn’t have minded becoming the hot personal trainer’s underwear. Permanently.

“How do I look?” Alex said, flexing and showing off to Gus, “I’ll let you do whatever you want with his body when we get home.”

Even as Gus imagined how amazing that would be, he knew exactly what he had to do. “Thanks Alex,” he said with a weary smile, “but I can’t. You’re going to go home. You’re going to go to bed, and you’re going to forget this day ever happened. I’ll see you for our training session next week.”

And with that, Alex put his clothes back on, and left.

Mark turned to Gus, mouth agape. “You just let him go?”

Gus picked up the empty bottle from the ground, fiddling with it in his hand. “I can’t have this much power,” he finally said, “nobody can. It’s not fair. It’s fun while it lasts, but you know better than anyone how dangerous it can be.”

Mark shuttered as he remembered all those months plastered onto John’s big sweaty body. “I suspect I’d enjoy it now that I like guys,” Mark said with a laugh, “but I get what you mean.”

They shared a moment of silence. After a minute or two, Gus said, “Alex is going to be pretty surprised when Stan randomly pops out of his drawers in a few days.”

“Yeah,” Mark laughed, “that’ll be something.”

“EXCUSE ME??” Frank called from behind the counter, “DO YOU SEE THAT CLOCK? 12:15. TIME. TO. LEAVE.”

As the two men made their way to the door, Mark turned to Gus and asked: “what are you going to do now?”

“Well, with a body this nice, I suspect anything I want. It shouldn’t be hard finding a real boyfriend at this rate.”

“Well maybe…” Mark stepped closer to him, “maybe you don’t have to.”

Gus looked confused. Then, he realized. “Don’t you have to find your girlfriend?”

Mark shrugged. “She’s probably found some other guy anyway. I know I have.” He smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. It was so passionate, so hot, that Gus could feel his dick sprinting up in his shorts. “Wow,” Mark said, feeling the Olympian’s dick through his pants, “someone’s excited.”

Gus winked. He took Mark’s hand, and they walked off together into the night.

“HELLO?” Frank called, “Anyone here?”

Mercifully, the locker room was empty. Finally, he thought, I can go home.

But just as he was walking out past the showers, he tripped on something. “Jesus!” he yelped, “what the fuck?” He looked down.

“These gay guys, I swear…” he reached town tenderly and picked up the long silicone dildo with two fingers. It wobbled seductively in his pinched grip.

Frank double checked to make sure the room was empty. When he was sure, he slipped it into his bag and rushed out of the room. No one needs to know, he thought. 

Besides, it’s not like I’m going to actually use it… right?

THE END

“On my way home,” I texted my boyfriend, Kevin. I attached a selfie that I had taken on my way out of the gym, “Be ready.”

“Nice. Who is he?” he replied.

“His name is Terry. Chest day today. Can you tell?”

I scrolled up and looked again at the picture I had sent, with Terry’s skimpy black stringer doing very little to cover his slab-like pecs. Then I looked down at them in person. I pulled the stringer out in front of me and gave them a nod of approval as I bounced them up and down a couple of times. While I was at it, I gave his biceps a flex and ran my fingers along the thick veins that ran along the muscle. This dude was fit as fuck. I imagined he was a football player or something, though I had only filtered through some very basic information about him from his memories. If I planned on staying in him for more than an hour or so, I could easily access some more details about his life. But, as it was, I only planned on taking him home for a quick fuck with Kevin. Then, I could drop him off back at the gym with a couple of modified memories that made him think he had just stayed a little longer than usual, and send him on his way.

“He’s hot,” Kevin texted, “Hurry home ;)”