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Bro!
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“Bro” I said to my best friend and gestured to the large man walking in front of us. I looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then I smiled and took one strap of my backpack off. Then I lunged forward into the 6’5” giant. He had no idea what was coming, I took over his body immediately and took a second to regain my composure. Growing more than half a foot in an instant can be difficult. I got used to it a very long time ago though. I turned to my friend Jay, laughed boisterously, and said “what’s up little guy.”
“Hey fuck you man!” Jay responded playfully.
“Please do.” I said in my new masculine voice. I could feel my new cock getting hard as I looked down at my new hands. They were fucking huge. I grabbed Jay and hugged him tight. Even in my new massive body he was only a few inches shorter than me. I went in to kiss him on the lips and he let it happen for a second and then pushed me off furiously.
“Bro cut that shit out. You know I don’t like it when you do that shit. How would you feel if I went around possessing women and trying to fuck you with their bodies?”
“Fine I just get tired of being a chick for you all the time. Man on man action is so much hotter. bro! And this dude’s cock is ready to fucking go.”
“Dude I love you, but I’m never going to do that for you, sorry. Go rub one out in the bathroom and let’s go back to this dude’s dorm.”
“At least come to the bathroom with me and check out his cock! If you like it you can have him and then we can find a new body for me.”
“Bro I don’t want to watch you masturbate in some jock’s body. I love you and all but don’t you ever think this shit is kind of weird?” I laughed in my deep voice I was now getting accustomed to.
“Dude don’t fucking judge me. You know your life would be boring as fuck without me. Fucking random skanks and having to deal with their emotional bull shit.”
“Yeah I know, you’re a good friend. Ugh fine I’ll check out this dude’s cock, but don’t expect me to touch that body below the waste until I’m inside of it. I’m not fucking gay bro, this is just a grey area.”
I smiled mischievously, “Bro, everything’s a grey area with me. As far as I’m concerned you own this body so touching its dick is no more gay than masturbation. Besides don’t act like you don’t want to check out our new ride before you give him a test drive.”
“I’m not touching your dick dude! No touching below the waist and…”
“And no kissing” I finished “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you dude. I know you’re not gay. Neither am I bro, I just like cocks. Can I hold your hand at least?”
“Bro that is really gay” he protested. But I grabbed him by the hand dragged him to the nearest public restroom.
We stopped at the mirrors, still holding hands. Jay looked irritated but I couldn’t stop smiling staring at my new face in the mirror. There are few things in this world as exciting as wearing a stranger’s face.
“Bro, I’m fucking beautiful” I said in my gravelly voice.
“Dude quiet the fuck down, do you know how fucking weird you sound when you say shit like that in public?”
“Oh my god chill the fuck out man, no one even comes in this building after like lunch time. I masturbate in here all the time.” I said.
“Dude, why do you always have to masturbate in public bathrooms? It’s not sanitary.”
“I don’t know maybe I just like getting off in strange places in strange men’s bodies.” I replied. Jay gave an unexpected chuckle.
“Bro that’s fucking ratchet, you’re going to give these dude’s The Clap or some shit.”
“Dude you can’t get The Clap from masturbating. Shut the fuck up and look at how beautiful this body is.” I lifted up my shirt and revealed my new six pack abs towards the mirror. “Holy shit bro this dude is fucking ripped. I mean I assumed he had something going on under his clothes but I didn’t expect this shit. I look like an an Instagram model, don’t you think?”
“Yeah you picked a good looking dude bro, I’m proud of you.” Jay said nonchalantly. I stayed for a moment longer looking at every detail of my new face. The small mole on my left cheek, my beautiful red lips, my short blonde hair, and my gorgeous green eyes. I opened his mouth and smiled while I touched my perfect white teeth with my abnormally large fingers with their perfectly groomed fingernails.
I grabbed Jay by the hand and quickly dragged him into the biggest stall. I locked the door and threw both of my back packs on the ground. I quickly removed this guy’s shirt and set it on top of mine and his bag. I stood in just his underwear with his pants around his ankles. I could see my huge cock through my boxers.
“Bro…” Jay said “That thing looks pretty big.”
“See aren’t you glad you came, check this shit out.” I said as I pulled my boxers off and revealed my huge 9 inch cock. It was thick, veiny, and beautiful. I stroked it a few times and it dripped precum.
“Bro, I want to pound the shit out of your pussy with that thing.” Jay said. My deep laugh filled the empty restroom.
“Bro I don’t want to think about pussy right now. Do you want to touch it?”
“I’m not a fucking faggot dude, cut that shit out.” Jay said.
I quickly grabbed Jay by the hand and pulled him in for a deep kiss. While we were kissing I pushed myself out of our new friend’s body and into Jay, forcing Jay’s consciousness out of his own body and into our new body. Jay, now in our huge muscle jock body pushed me away hard.
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Atticus pulled his sleeve down over his fingers,hiding the glimmer of skin twisted beyond recognition by magical backlash and curses.
The mother, horrified, tugged her child away before they could reach out and trace his scars, fingers thick with wonderment.
Sawyer appeared from behind a shelf, hands holding a too bright colored cereal box, in time to watch a mother flee in horror and Atticus withdraw into himself like a soldier retreating from bloodshed.
Three pieces on a chess board playing a game Atticus had never wanted to play. Destiny, they had called it. Fate. They mixed his name with Chosen One until the lines between them blurred, until he was no longer Atticus, yet not quite a savior, and ended stuck miserably between. Never a pawn, never a queen, but still utilized as both.
A bottomless rage flickered in Sawyer’s eyes, a reminder of prophecies and villains and ‘to do what must be done’, and then it was gone.
He laced his fingers into Atticus’s as if he couldn’t feel the places where his skin was warm with magic.
“Do you want to try this cereal?” He asked. Atticus took the box from him, found a wizard smiling up at him.
He wanted to light the box on fire—he could, if he willed it. Just one thought and he could rewrite the atoms of the world.
Magic doesn’t like to leave a host when it’s found a good one, the healers had promised him. They said it like he was lucky, blessed, like he should rejoice that his skin was now marred by ever changing swirls that glimpsed into other universes, like he should be pleased that his body was no longer his but instead a vessel he co-inhabited.
Atticus was not pleased. Atticus was scarred.
He gave a little hum. “Sure. Looks okay.”
Sawyer chucked it onto the shelf without a glance, tightened his palm around Atticus’s, and abandoned the shopping cart.
“What are you doing?” Sawyer tugged them through the sliding doors, feet sure as they slid closed behind them. “We have grocery shopping to do, we can’t just leave—“
The child spotted them and let out a shriek of glee, eyes training on the swirl on the side of Atticus’s neck like a bloodhound. They smiled wide, and innocent, and bubbled to their mother. “Look mom, magic!”
A tone so reverent, that their mom paused as they set a jug of milk into the trunk. Her mouth twisted as she saw Atticus. The child stirred restlessly in the cart.
Blessed one. Savior. Pariah.
Sawyer smiled at the child and Atticus let himself be shoved into the passenger seat of their old SUV.
The engine trilled, and he avoided touching the dashboard.
Technology and magic were two siblings that fought viciously,and he was tired of the squabble.
Sawyer seemed content to let them sit in silence forever. Atticus was all too aware of his scars changing shape beneath his shirt.
“Why’d you have us leave?” Atticus said finally. Sawyer turned sideways in his seat to look at him.
“Because you were uncomfortable.”
He said it like it needed no further explanation. Maybe to anyone else it wouldn’t.
“Right, but I was fine. I could handle some horrified stares. I’ve fought villains before,” he gestured to a mass of glittering stars whorling around the skin of his knuckles. “I can handle a perturbed middle aged woman.”
Sawyer shook his head.
“I know you can. And I do not want you to take this as me disregarding the actions of others—because believe me, they are fucked—but I think maybe somewhere along the way of learning how to handle others you forgot to learn to handle yourself.”
Atticus sat back against the door.
“Sawyer, what the hell is that supposed to mean,” he bit, and Sawyer ran a nervous hand through his hair.
“Atticus, I love you, and this hurts to say, but you hate yourself.”
Atticus blinked. Then blinked again.
“What?”
Sawyer’s eyes bore into him, jade green and love and sorrow.
“You hate your scars. You hate your magic. And somehow, along the way, that started meaning you hate yourself too.”
Atticus tried to swallow around the stab wound in his chest. It felt too hot in here. He turned on the A/C.
“I don’t—“ he tried, and then stopped as the magic purred at the lie. Such a wretched thing, collecting promises, lies, and favors like candy. A petulant child always begging for more.
Sawyer took his face gently.
“Atticus,” he said softly. “I love you. And I want you to love you, too.”
Atticus was certain he did not remember how to breathe. Sawyers callus’s sat soothing on his skin.
“I hate them,” his voice cracked. “I hate it. ”
His scars twisted across his abdomen like they could hear him. They likely could.
Tears threatened to spill down as Sawyer reached down, and took his hand.
Atticus closed his eyes to ward back the onslaught, and then blinked open when he felt Sawyers lips brush over the scar on his forearm. A second later, they glanced over his elbow.
“What—“ Sawyer shoved up his sleeve, and Atticus’s voice broke as he kissed the magic undulating on his bicep. “What are you doing.”
“I love you,” Sawyer murmured against his shoulder. He tugged Atticus over the console. “And if words do not work to convince you of your worth, your beauty, how wonderful you are.” Sawyer lingered on the scar on his neck, before sliding up to whisper the last words into his ear. “Then I’ll just have to show you how beautiful you are, won’t I?”
They didn’t get the grocery shopping done. But somehow during the night, Atticus grew to like the warmth of his magic sliding slick across his skin. Because it was his—it was a part of him as his hair. And really, wasn’t it beautiful to have galaxies contained within your skin?
“I love myself. And my magic. And you,” Atticus murmured in the late hours of the morning, and Sawyer sat back like a house cat, pleased, above Atticus. Sawyer rested his hands under Atticus’s shirt as he lay entirely too flushed and sweaty on their bed.
“You sure?” Sawyer grinned, all reckless youth. “I think you might need some more convincing of how pretty you are.”
Atticus blushed.
“I think you’re right.”
Sawyer kissed him and he made a noise that made Sawyer grin further against his mouth. Atticus was beginning to like this “self love” thing.
Sawyer tasted like summer.
He never wanted to taste anything else.
These are some sexy guys
Beautiful but little hair
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