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There’s a Spell for That
As soon as I opened my apartment door, I knew the enchantment had worked. A gentle sighing moan from the master bedroom could only mean that Fabio, the smoking hot contractor working on remodelling my kitchen, had taken the bait and was ready for me to play with.
I’d been looking forward to this moment all day. Ever since he’d first come by to produce a quotation, I knew I had to have him. Something about his latin good looks, muscular physique and the obvious disdain he had for ‘queers’ like me combined to make me weak at the knees.
Immediately, I decided that he would be mine and thinking how hot it would be to get the tattooed brute into (and then out of) one of my designer suits, I contrived a plan to make it happen. The enchantment was simplicity itself once I’d discovered one of his dark pubes on the floor in the bathroom. A few muttered words from one of my favourite spell books and all I had to do was slip the hair inside the pocket of the suit I’d selected for Fabio to model for me.
Having to be at work early, I left the suit hanging in my closet with the door and that of my room left invitingly open. If the result last time I used this particular enchantment was anything to go by, Fabio couldn’t possibly last more than a few hours before becoming ensnared by the spell’s magic. Of course, I’d lose a day on my remodelling project but it would be a small price to pay for an evening in the arms of a stud like Fabio.
Needless to say I didn’t get much work done at the office and several people asked if I was OK. If only they knew! My thoughts kept wandering back to my apartment. I imagined the tattooed stud becoming increasingly distracted as he went about his work, drawn for some unknown reason to the closet in my room. Eventually, he wouldn’t be able to resist anymore and would enter carefully so as not to disturb anything while looking around, searching the room for the source of his compulsion.
After a moment, his eyes would land on the rich dark material of my suit, hanging so innocently in the closet, and his fate would be sealed. Lifting the hangar from the rail, I imagined the gasp of pleasure and bulge in his work pants as his cock swelled, pre-cum leaking freely into his underwear as the desire to slide into the expensive garment took hold.
Within moments, his normal work attire would be discarded forgotten along with his inhibitions as he began to dress again in my clothes. What colour shirt would he select? Would he pick a tie to match? I had no idea but I couldn’t wait to find out.
He’d probably be wondering why he was dressing in his employer’s clothes but the nervous, erotic sensations would soon quell any lingering sense or propriety. As each garment slips onto his firm, athletic body, the thrill and sensuous tingle of the expensive fabric would send shivers of excitement to his cock and when finally dressed, he would be captivated, entirely in thrall to the clothes and ready and waiting for his Master.
Walking quietly down the hallway, I peered around and then stood in the doorway to my bedroom and was greeted with a sight that went beyond even my wildest expectations.
Fabio was there, as of course I knew he would be, but what a transformation! Gone was the uncouth, arrogant construction worker I’d hired last week and in his place, a suited stud lay with his pants around his ankles, reclining on my bed as he stroked his delicious looking cock with a smouldering look in his eyes.
I don’t know if he’d ever worn a suit before or whether the enchantment had helped him dress but whatever the case, he looked immaculate. The dark suit was set off by a purple tie and the white pocket square neatly accented the crisp white shirt. The tattoos visible on his hands were the only sign that this wasn’t a successful executive but a blue collar contractor. The subtle, visible signs of his true personality made my cock twitch with excitement as I drank in the view.
It was clear that any lingering disgust for 'queers and fags’ had evidently been purged from the new and improved Fabio as his hungry eyes seemed to devour me in a most gratifying way. He ran his tongue around his beard framed lips slowly and deliberately, glancing suggestively at his hardening member and asked me what I was waiting for.
Wasting no time to take up his invitation, I slipped off my suit jacket and shoes, loosened my tie and eased myself gently onto the bed next to him, our combined weight drawing us closer together as his rich, masculine scent enveloped me. I savoured a brief moment gazing into the rich mocha pools of his eyes before our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss and I surrendered to his assertive hands as they eagerly explored my body.
It’s too bad this was just going to be for one night. Unless…I pondered for a moment…there’s a spell for that.
Little Bro, Big Bro
Charlie never knew what hit him. One blast of the BroMaker 3000 in the centre of his back was all it took to transform him from my nerdy little bro into a jacked stud worthy of hanging out with me at the pool.
It was strange to watch the changes envelop his body as he waded through the water. The baggy board shorts were first to go, shrinking into a pair of ass hugging speedos as his scrawny butt inflated into a set of squat toned globes that were a testament to hours lifting with me and my bros at the gym. The changes quickly moved up his body as his back packed on firm muscle and his shoulders rounded out into perfect boulder shoulders. He didn’t even notice as his stick like arms swelled into perfect guns and a tattoo faded in at the top of his back.
As usual, the BroMaker completed the look with a neat flourish, in this case, a trucker ball cap perched backwards on his now immaculately styled hair leaving Charlie remodelled as the perfect jock bro to be my wingman.
As ‘Chuck’ adjusted to his new, beefy body, I admired my work and wondered whether I’d been as nerdy as Charlie before my bud Chad had used the BroMaker on me?
I didn’t think about it for long though. Explaining the BroMaker to Chuck and how it was now his turn to use it on a nerd in need of a better life could wait until later. I settled back on the sun lounger, took a pull on my beer and smiled to myself as Chuck effortlessly tossed a football to Chad, the taut muscles of his arms rippling as he launched the ball with practiced ease as if he’d been doing it all his life!