Note: Devoted readers know that I’ve been wanting to write a Scally transformation story for a long time. Well, it’s finally here! There’ll only be a few chapters to this story but I will pack a lot into the few pages. Chapter 1 introduces Keilan (Kian) and Chapter 2 introduces Kian’s freind, Sebastian. Enjoy!
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Themes: Scally TF, Weight gain, hair growth, muscle growth, steroids, ball growth, cock growth, silicone, clueless, tattoos, straight-to-gay, top-to-bottom, humiliation, dumber, mind control, pussification, man cunt, cock shrink
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Chapter 1
Keilan Hughes had to duck out of field hockey practice early that evening to make it to his girlfriend’s recital on time. He’d given himself just enough time to shower off but stopped in dismay when he got to the showers; every stall was taken and the room echoed with a raucous choir of guttural men’s voices. Who the fuck are these old guys? he wondered before remembering, Oh, yeah, the rugby league meets on Thursdays. I forgot about them! He wrinkled his nose at the big, ugly brutes, their bruised, chunky bodies slathered in soap.
He stood there, holding his towel around his narrow waist, debating what to do. He was sweaty after a long practice and couldn’t skip the shower. There was no way he could show up smelling like a barn at Mia’s recital! But every stall was occupied and, from the looks of things, these rugby assholes wouldn’t be done anytime soon. He cursed under his breath, cinching his towel tighter.
He turned at the sound of a crude, working class British accent.“Oi, wanker!” one of the brutes was bellowing. “Over ‘ere! Wanna share? There’s plenty o’ room in ‘ere for yous, bruv!” He grinned at Keilan over his overly-muscled shoulder, wiggling his chunky butt at him. This was met with a chorus of laughter from the other ruggers and soon every idiot in the room had grabbed his genitals and was shaking them at him luridly.
Keilan sneered back at them, zeroing in on the one who had started it all. As soon as he took a good look at him, though, he wished he hadn’t. Holy fuck! That’s one ugly, old dude!
Even though he could only see him from the back, he could tell the big guy was tall, well over six feet from the look of him, and massively built. His shoulders and back and butt and thighs were bloated with muscles, so bloated that Keilan wondered if he used ‘roids. His butt cheeks were so square and massive, they looked like furry cement blocks. Unlike Keilan who was slim and lean, this guy was so hulking he verged on fat.
And hair.
Lots of hair.
The sheer quantity of fur covering the dude’s body was revolting. Unlike his own perfectly manicured and man-scaped body, this dude was covered in a dense thicket of curly, brownish-red shorthairs. His pelt was so thick that it almost obscured the plethora of garish tattoos scrawled across his body. Even his neck and buttocks were inked! Keilan shivered in disgust at the sight. These rugby assholes were barely human!
“Oi, bruv! C’mere!” the dude persisted. “Git yer pretty arse in ‘ere with me!”
The ugly swine grabbed him by the arm and manhandled him inside the stall, yanking off Keilan’s towel and tossed it on a nearby hook. Outraged, Keilan balled his fists but the big jock merely laughed and pushed him under the warm spray of the shower.
Keilan’s mouth filled with water and he coughed and sputtered, shaking from head to toe with rage. There was yet more crude laughter as everyone guffawed. A couple guys even grabbed their smartphones and proceeded to record his humiliation. The big guy played it up in front of the cameras, pawing Keilan and moaning theatrically the whole time.
The room burst into an uproar of laughter. Clearly, the dumb brutes thought this was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. Keilan gathered the shreds of his dignity and prepared to launch into an angry tirade but stopped short when he got the full frontal view of his assailant.
He goggled, mouth falling open, a look of disgust plastered across his face.
The big thug drew himself up to his full height, proudly thrusting his crotch out at him. He crossed his arms and smirked defiantly, daring Keilan to ridicule him. Keilan didn’t notice any of this, though. How could he? He was too captivated by the monstrosity hanging off the guy’s crotch.
The dude had the biggest, ugliest cock he’d ever seen! More than ten inches long and uncircumcised, it would have caught his attention for its amazing length alone. (Keilan wasn’t gay but any straight boy would be flummoxed when presented with a cock that huge.) No, it was the sheer girth of that ridiculously fat sausage that made him want to gag.
The dude’s cock was shaped like a fucking football! (An American football, that is. Not a field hockey ball.)
Just like a fucking football!
The troll’s circumcised cockhead would have seemed large if not for the eye-popping size of that shaft. A normal thickness at the base, it ballooned in the middle before tapering slightly toward the tip. As such, the beast’s cockhead looked pathetically tiny compared to the overall magnitude of that shaft. Keilan didn’t make a habit of studying cocks but he knew for a fact that that cock wasn’t natural. No, it had been modified somehow. But why? What the fuck had he done to himself?
And those balls!
Jesus, is that a ring? Around his nuts?
Yep, that’s what it was. The hairy ogre had a thick, black steel ring around his nutsac! And beneath that heavy ring was a truly astounding pair of bull balls. Each testicle must have been bigger than a pomegranate!
“See sumthin’ ya like, mate?”
That awful accent only made Keilan hate the guy more. Cheeks coloring, he tore his eyes away from the dude’s disgustingly bloated cock and balls. When he glanced up into the bro’s blue eyes, though, he saw they were dancing with merriment. Keilan flinched. The troll’s face was just as ugly as the rest of him. Severely balding on top, a tacky chin-strap beard accented his jowly cheeks, giving him more than a passing resemblance to a bulldog. Adding to the effect was his fat pug nose which looked like it had been flattened and then remolded from a lump of clay. His lips were bruised and puffy. His big ears stuck out from the sides of his head like a pair of handles. And his neck…well, he didn’t have a neck. His big head was swallowed by his oversized traps.
“Let me outta here,” Keilan hissed in the coldest voice he could muster.
The ugly brute chuckled. “Oh, yeah, bruv? Sumthin’ tells me yous wants to stay.” He cracked a smile, exposing his chipped front teeth. “Name’s Gus, by the way. Yer new bloke, Gus.”
He extended a huge mitt, wiggling his sausage fingers but Keilan swatted it away.“I’m not your bloke,” he spat. “Now let me go!”
Pushing past the giant, his bare, lithe shoulder rubbed against Gus’s furry, muscular one. At that moment, his nostrils filled with a potent musky scent and he halted, reaching out to grab the partition of the stall. He stood there, breathing deeply for a long time, that heady, thick aroma tormenting him. It was both cloying and alluring at the same time, kind of like the smell of manure mixed with fresh-cut hay.
Gus watched him with a smirk on his thuggish face. When he reached out and guided Keilan back under the spray of the shower, Keilan didn’t resist. He didn’t even resist when Gus squirted soap into his palms and commenced rubbing Keilan’s naked body from head to toe until he was covered in foam. He spent extra time massaging it into Keilan’s ass cleft and then turned his attention to his sizable member. (Keilan was one of the hungest guys on the field hockey test but his circumcised cock wasn’t nearly as big–or as bloated–at Gus’s.) Only after he was thoroughly soaped up did Keilan snap out of the strange stupor.
“Hey!” he shouted, looking down at his naked, soapy body. “What did you do?”
“I cleaned ya up, mate, didn’t I?” Gus smiled proudly down at his handiwork, eyes drifting to Keilan’s perky boy butt.
Keilan looked around and realized the shower room was empty. How long had he been in the stall with Gus?! Where had everyone gone? Had his own teammates already come and gone while he and Gus shared a stall? His heart froze when he realized they must have seen him naked in the stall with Gus!
And then his heart stopped completely for a few seconds when he realized he was sporting an erection.
What the fuck?!
Why was he hard?!
“Looks good on ya, mate!” Gus praised, reaching out to swat Keilan’s bobbing erection. “What’s a little wood between lads?” He gestured down to his own immense club. Keilan couldn’t be sure because it was so fat and heavy but it did seem a bit longer and might be struggling to lift upward in a semblance of an erection. Gravity didn’t make its job any easier, though.
“This–” Keilan started to say and then reached up and massaged his forehead. “This isn’t right…I shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t what, mate?” Gus pressed. “Get nekkid with yer bloke? Ha! It’s what we rugby lads do, innit? You prissy fielder lasses need to learn how to relax. Who cares if yer gittin’ a chubby? It’s what ya do with yer mates, innit?”
He lowered his big mitt and did the unthinkable, grabbing Keilan’s throbbing cock. Keilan knew he should shove him violently away–The big asshole was touching his erection!–but instead threw his head back and moaned when Gus started jacking him. His cock was still soapy and the slippery sensation of the big troll’s calloused hands over his smooth, slender shaft felt amazing. In a few moments, his hips fucked forward and he spewed cum far and wide, covering the wall and most of Gus’ thigh.
“That’s it, mate! Now yer learnin’! See? Fuckin’ sorted, innit?”
Keilan was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. His cock wouldn’t stop convulsing with the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. His head felt muddy, tormented as he was by Gus’ potent, musky odor and the dude’s aggressive behavior. He knew that this wasn’t normal behavior–Guys didn’t jerk each other off in the shower after practice!–but part of him didn’t care. He straightened, red-faced and breathing heavily, and found Gus surveying his naked body critically.
“Not bad, mate, but yous could use some work,” he said, smirking. “Too skinny and too clean cut. And why do ya shave off all yer hair? A bloke’s meant to be hairy!” He chuckled to himself. “Yous need some ink on yer skin, too. And that cock’s a mite skinny, innit?” He reached down and fondled his own massively bloated monster, making it flop up and down heavily.
Keilan didn’t know why they were talking about this. The last thing he wanted was to look like the hulking brute! He looked down at his lean, firm runner’s body, shaved completely smooth so that his pale skin glowed a lustrous gold in the fluorescent light. Even his face was smooth; he shaved every morning religiously. His cock was plenty big enough, despite what Gus might think. Mia had never complained! And he needed to stay lithe for speed; muscles would only slow him down. Besides, he had an image to maintain! He was the president of his class, after all.
He rinsed off and pushed past Gus, wrapping his towel protectively around his tiny waist. Somehow, being somewhat clothed helped return his sense of normalcy. Being away from Gus helped, too. He shook his head, wondering at himself. Had he really just let a guy jack him off? He shivered. He was straight!
Standing in the locker room before the bank of mirrors, he studied his reflection, striving to erase Gus’ string of suggestions from his mind. His body was perfect the way it was! He didn’t need tattoos. Didn’t need to let his body hair grow. And he certainly didn’t need to put on any weight. He smiled at himself, loving his long, wavy black hair and golden brown eyes. His face was angular and smooth, making him look particularly handsome if he did say so himself. Yeah, he was a fucking stud!
There was a stream of angry text messages and a nasty voicemail from Mia waiting for him when he opened his locker and pulled his iPhone out of his jeans pocket. He flinched as he read them, unable to believe it was already past seven o’clock. Practice had gotten over an hour ago…which meant he’d spent an entire hour in the shower with Gus and completely missed Mia’s recital. What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to call her right away and apologize!
“Fancy some scoops, mate?”
He looked over to find Gus standing at the locker behind him. The thug was stepping into a voluminous pair of boxers that did nothing to conceal the enormity of his giant package. After he’d somehow stuffed it inside, his bulge hung out before him like a tumor. The comparatively small outline of his cockhead was pressed against the front, making it abundantly clear he was circumcised.
Keilan started to say no but then surprised himself by agreeing. “Sure, yeah,” he mumbled, feeling lightheaded. “A beer sounds good. I mean, that’s what you meant, right? A beer?”
Gus chuckled. “Yeah, scoops. A pint. Yanks dinna know nowt but stress, ya know? Yous need to savor the good things in life. Always so uptight! A couple a scoops’ll do ya good. That an’ a big, fat, juicy burger drippin’ with cheese, mate! Can’t ferget that!”
Keilan wrinkled his lip. He never ate red meat! Never! He only ever allowed himself to indulge in broiled, skinless chicken breast. His mouth started watering as the thought of a succulent hamburger, though. And french fries! Yum!
An hour later, he and Gus were sitting side by side at the bar, stuffing their faces with food. Keilan had drunk more than his share of beer, probably because he was so nervous. Being so close to Gus had that effect on him. The big man was both magnetic and repulsive at the same time and the net effect was that poor Keilan was thoroughly befuddled. He kept wondering why he was here with Gus in the first place. The dude was twice his age! They had nothing in common! And wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere else? Somewhere important? Try as he might, though, he couldn’t remember anything and all he could think about was hanging out with his new mate.
The bar–Ok, it was a pub, according to Gus–wasn’t his usual scene. The place was filled with big, working class British guys like Gus. Where they’d all come from, Keilan had no idea. He’d never seen this many British guys in one place before, not in this part of the United States. An Australian rugby match played on the plethora of huge, glowing TV screens covering the walls. The pub erupted in a chorus of chanting every time the favored team scored a try. The shimmering screens and noisy cheering only added to Keilan’s feeling of unease.
Everyone in the pub seemed to know Gus and hold him in high esteem. They elbowed him slyly in the ribs when he introduced Keilan–mispronouncing his name ‘Kian’–giving him the once over and telling Gus congratulations on his new bloke. Keilan’s cheeks colored when one of them patted him fondly on the rump, calling out, “Oi, Gussie Lad! Don’t ‘e need a little more paddin’, eh? I know ya like yer mates thicc.” Gus swatted the man’s hand away and put his arm proprietarily over Keilan’s shoulders, replying, “Gimme some time ta fatten ‘im up, mate! Now bugger off!” This interaction left Keilan feeling bemused. Why did everyone seem to think he and Gus were together?
Gus led him over to the bar where he proceeded to order him serving after serving of beer and heavy, fatty foods. He’d laugh when Keilan protested that he was too full and then order even more food and beer. Soon, Keilan’s head was swimming and he’d eaten more hamburgers than he could count.
Gus finally stopped him, though, when he drained his fifth beer and raised his hand for another. “Whoa, mate! I think you’ve had enough! Tomorrow’s a school day, innit?”
Keilan grinned stupidly, patting his bulging tummy. “S’Ok,” he slurred. “I don’t got no class ‘til later.” He loosened his belt to make room for his expanded belly and realized he had to piss in the worst way. “Be right back, Big Guy,” he said, patting Gus on the mounded shoulder. “Gotta take a piss!”
“Me, too!”
The brute staggered up from his bar stool and the two of them lurched unsteadily into the restroom together. On the way, Keilan noticed that the other guys in the bar stared with open envy at Gus’s monster-sized bulge. Even when he’d somehow managed to encase it in his black tracksuit, it still stuck out in front of him very obviously. Anyone who saw him couldn’t fail to register the massive size of his male appendage.
They were standing shoulder to shoulder at the urinals when Keilan asked, “So, uh, bro?”
Gus looked up from struggling to extricate his tuberous cock from the prison of his stretch pants. “Yeah, bruv?”
Keilan jerked his chin down at that enormous package. “Whaddya do to make it that big?”
Gus smiled, thrusting his crotch out proudly. At that same moment, he succeeded in liberating his member and it flopped out before him like an overly inflated football. He patted it fondly saying, “Silicone, mate! An’ lots of it!” He nudged Keilan in the ribs, offering, “I got lots more of it, too. If yous ever, ya know, fancy a top-off. I’m a fuckin’ expert by now!”
“Nah, I’m good.” Keilan didn’t know why he even asked the question. He’d never want to have a cock that big and ugly! His member was perfect the way it was, even if it was a little scrawny…
“Well, the offer stands, bruv,” Gus drawled. “I’m happy to take care of yous. And I guarantee you’ll love the results!” He leaned back on his heels and pissed like a fucking race horse. His dark yellow stream gushed forth like a fountain, hitting the porcelain so hard that droplets splashed on Keilan. The sensation was less repugnant than he expected. Gus caught him looking and winked.
Keilan flushed but he didn’t look away. Even though he tried to, he couldn’t stop staring at Gus’ massively fat member. What would it be like to…? He shoved the thought out of his head. There was no way he’d ever do that to himself! No way!
They were weaving out of the pub and onto the sidewalk when Gus looked up, his ugly pug face brightening. “Look, mate! A barber shop! Let’s get yous a trim. It don’t close for ‘nother half hour!”
Keilan followed his gaze and, noting the seediness of the establishment, tried to decline but Gus wouldn’t take no for an answer and tugged him by the arm into the shop. “Oi, Geezah!” he shouted at the barber. “Take care of me mate here. Make ‘im look like a regular bloke. ‘E’s too uptight!”
A half hour later, Keilan stared at himself in the mirror, mouth hanging open.
“Why’d you take off so much?” he demanded. “I look uglier than shit!”
The barber merely shrugged and turned to look over at Gus who was grinning proudly from the chair next to him. “He told me to cut it short,” the man said. “So I did.”
Keilan couldn’t believe that his long, thick, black hair was lying on the floor at his feet and all that remained was a rough oval of black stubble on the top of his scalp. The sides of his head were shaved down to the skin, so close that his skin shone brilliant white in the light of the shop. The dude had even cut a wedge out of his eyebrow. Keilan stared and stared, not recognizing the punk in the chair glaring petulantly back at him. Were his ears really that big? They stuck out from the sides of his head even more than Gus’s! Somehow, losing all his hair made him seem shifty, like he was an ex-con or something. It wasn’t attractive in the slightest.
“Looks good on yous, mate!” Gus praised. His own hair was cut in exactly the same style, although he was so bald that he barely had any stubble left on top. The haircut didn’t look any better on him. “Now we juss need to get ya a couple o’ tats and a piercing!”
“Never!” Keilan spat, springing up from the barber chair and throwing off the cape. Remnants of his thick, black locks went flying in all directions. “I’m going home! I can’t believe you did this to me! I look like a fuckin’ thug!”
Gus seemed amused by his outburst. “Now, Kian, take it down a notch, ‘K? Yous look fit, mate! Yous look like a propa bloke! Yeah, a propa bloke!”
Keilan started to correct him on his name but stopped, a weird feeling washing over him. He stood there, weaving slightly. Maybe it was all the beer and red meat but he just didn’t feel like himself anymore. It was harder and harder to remember how he’d come to be with Gus in the first place. Had they known each other for a long time? He shook his head. No, he’d known Gus for years and years! Or…had he? Why was his brain so fuzzy?
“‘Ere, mate. Let’s go back to my pad an’ watch a match,” Gus soothed, taking him by the elbow and steering him out of the shop. “We’ll have a couple scoops an’ puff a cheddar an’ yous’ll feel sorted.”
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Kian woke up the next morning with Gus’s heavy arm draped over him. He groaned and stretched, squinting the sunlight. It was nearly noon from the look of things. The room was dirty, the paint on the walls peeling. At least the sheets are relatively clean, he thought. Gus’s potent man-scent filled his nostrils as he inhaled, a lazy smile playing across his face. For some reason it didn’t bother him that he was naked under the covers or that Gus’s fat cock was lodged in the cleft of his ass. No, it felt good. It’s what lads did, right? Nothing wrong with taking a nap with your mate. It didn’t mean he was a poof.
Carefully moving Gus’s arm off of him, he sat up in the bed, resting his feet on the floor. He stood up and, finding his discarded jeans nearby, reached down and stuck a foot through the pant leg. When he tried to pull the jeans up, though, they got stuck halfway up his thighs.
“Huh? Wha?” he mumbled, tugging harder. They refused to budge, though. Had they been that tight the night before? He shook his muzzy head, trying to remember. Everything from the night before was hazy.
He tried one last time to yank on the jeans and was about to give up when he saw something that made him freeze in disbelief.
What was wrong with his cock?
Why was it so puffy?
He squinted, eyebrows going upward.
There was a heavy steel ring around his balls!
And his cock was definitely fatter than it should have been.
He reached down and touched his formerly slender pecker, pulling his hand away when he felt how soft and squishy it was. Almost like it had been filled with something. What would cause that to happen? He touched it again, realizing that it wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought. Sure, it was quite a bit puffier than usual, maybe twice its usual girth but it wasn’t anywhere near as freaky as Gus’s monster. He sighed in relief, deciding he was overreacting.
Gus must have done something to him the night before. Yeah, his new mate had noticed how envious he was of his massive cock and bull balls and decided to help him out a bit. But he’d been smart and not overdone it, only making Kian’s dick a little fatter. He cupped his balls, squeezing. They were a little bigger, too, but nothing extreme. Just a bit heftier. And the ring made him look badass. Not so bad! What guy didn’t want a bigger pair of balls and fatter cock? He shrugged. Yeah, Gus was just looking out for him. Gus was the best.
Gus was a good mate.
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Chapter 2
Sebastian Clements, the team captain, did a double take that afternoon when Keilan strolled into the locker room. “Keilan?!” he shouted. “What the fuck happened to you? You look like shit!” Around them, the other guys on the field hockey team fell silent, save for a couple loud snickers.
Keilan didn’t reply right away. Only after Sebastian stood in front of him, crossing his arms and glaring down at him, did he realize he was being spoken to. His upper lip curled. “Oi, bruv, name’s Kian now. And leave us alone! Time ta get the togs on, innit?”
“Why’re you talking like that?” Sebastian demanded, resisting the urge to shake the guy. “You’re not British.”
Kian shrugged, growling, “Bugger off.” He turned away and started to undress, giving Sebastian the full view of his changes.
Keilan…or Kian as he now called himself…was almost unrecognizable. His long, wavy, black hair had been hacked off and he now sported a stark oval of black stubble on the top of his head. The sides of his head were shaved down to the skin, giving him more than a passing resemblance to a skinhead. (The notch cut out of his eyebrow and the big eyebrow piercing didn’t help with this.) And he wore a black tracksuit that was a couple of sizes too small for him.
Sebastian’s blond eyebrows went up when he saw how much weight Keilan…er, Kian had gained overnight. His blobby body pushed out from the sheer nylon, making his big butt, love handles and protruding belly obvious. Even his formerly narrow face was affected by this inexplicable weight gain, giving him the appearance of a jowly pug. (His new chinstrap beard made his jowly cheeks even more obvious.) Sebastian couldn’t believe how fat he was! Yesterday, Kei…um, Kian had been lean and svelte as ever, the picture of lithe grace. Now Sebastian doubted he’d be able to run the length of the field.
When Kian turned his back to him, Sebastian goggled. “Is that a neck tattoo? Did you really get a fucking tattoo on your neck?”
Kian looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes, spitting, “Piss off, mate. I dinna need yer permission. I ken do whatever I fancy to me-self.”
Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at the black, twisted rose stenciled on his friend’s neck. The tattoo was new and therefore still just an outline but he could already tell the artist wasn’t very skilled. It looked like the thorny vines and wilted flowers had been scratched into Kian’s skin with a toothpick. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, thinking, There is something weird going on here…
Kian continued undressing, unzipping his jacket and tossing it in his locker. Underneath, he wore a stained wifebeater. An insalubrious odor wafted off of him and Sebastian wrinkled his nose. Kian smelled like sweat, pot, booze and cheap body spray. His sizable paunch hung out the bottom of the wifebeater, his skin pale and pasty and covered in newly grown, curly black hair. Bending over and yanking his pants down, Sebastian was treated to the sight of his friend’s unbelievably plump posterior hanging out of a pair of skintight Mckenzie boxers.
Kian straightened and scratched a fragrant armpit, giving Sebastian another sneer. “Like what ya see, bruv? Fancy me?” He held his arms out wide, giving Sebastian the full view of his chunked-out body. His stomach hung down over the waistband of his boxers and his muffin top spilled out over the sides. A pair of nipple rings sagged off of his swollen man tits.
And the pouch of his boxers was unusually full.
Sebastian’s cheeks colored and he looked away but not before he wondered what the fuck was going on inside his friend’s underwear. He didn’t have to wait very long to find out. A second later, Kian shucked his boxers and stood before Sebastian and everyone else in the locker room in all his glory.
His cock flopped down heavily over his swollen balls. Sebastian willed himself not to look but he couldn’t stop himself. Kian’s cock was at least twice as fat as it should have been, unnaturally puffy and swollen. The added girth made Kian’s circumcised cockhead look somehow insignificant. And, as if this wasn’t bad enough, a thick, steel ring hung around his balls, stretching them downward toward his knees. Like his cock, those testicles were also unnaturally swollen, bigger than a hefty pair of apples from the look of it.
This was too much for Sebastian. He and Keilan had been on the team together for a long time and thought he knew the guy pretty well. Nothing about this sudden change felt right to him and he yanked his bro by the arm into the bathroom, forcing him to stand in front of the bank of mirrors and look at himself.
“Is this what you want?” he demanded when Kian merely grinned proudly at his thick, blobby body. “Is this who you are now?”
“Guess it is, bruv.” Kian scratched his balls, making his bloated member bob up and down. “It’s the new me, innit?”
Sebastian looked from his reflection to Kian’s, unable to believe the contrast. Until yesterday, he and Keilan had been so similar that they were sometimes mistaken for brothers. Sebastian was taller than Keilan and much more muscular but they had similar facial features and long, thick, wavy hair. Sebastian reached up and swept his blond hair away from his face, debating what to do. He was really worried about Kian but clearly Kian was fine with his new appearance.
Finally, he turned and padded back to the locker room, saying over his shoulder. “It’s your life, bro. Do what you want. But practice starts in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”
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A few minutes later, Sebastian watched Kian lumber out onto the field and shook his head. The dude could barely squeeze into his nylon shorts. His added bulk flopped heavily up and down with each step and he was already out of breath before he reached the rest of the team. Kian seemed undeterred, though, and stood next to Sebastian, scratching his crotch and panting. His body odor was overpowering. The other players moved away, laughing behind his back. The coach clenched her jaw when she saw what had become of her star striker.
“Oi, Kian! Over heres, bruv!”
Sebastian looked over to the sidelines where two giant men loomed. One of them, the older and fatter of the two, lifted his big arms into the air and waved. When Kian turned and saw him, his face broke into a stupid grin and he wobbled over to give the dude a big hug. Sebastian watched in disbelief when the pair’s hug turned into amorous kissing, the older man’s hands roving freely over Kian’s pudgy body, lifting his jersey and rubbing the decidedly chubby belly that flopped out. It was nothing short of disgusting the way Kian and the old guy’s mouths came together and soon they were grunting and pawing at each other as if they wanted to rip off their clothes and go at it right there in front of everyone. Looking on beside them, the younger brute looked on with amusement.
When this disgusting public display of affection had gone on long enough, Sebastian marched over and grabbed Kian’s shoulders, yanking him out of the big man’s embrace. “Hey! What’re you doing? We have practice right now! And what about Mia? Does she know you’re, uh, seeing this guy?”
Kian’s notched eyebrow lifted. “Mia? That bird? Fuck, bruv, I ditched her sorry arse. This here’s my new bloke, Gus!”
Sebastian looked over at the towering brute next to his friend and winced. Talk about ugly! The dude looked like a thuggish bulldog. Make that a bald, fat, thuggish bulldog! Wearing a tracksuit that matched the one that Kian had been wearing, his massive body bulged with both lard and muscles. Tattoos covered nearly every inch of his exposed flesh, including his neck, cheeks and forehead. The goon grinned from ear to ear when Sebastian’s gaze fell down to his crotch and he beheld the giant bulge protruding luridly against the shiny fabric. It looked like he’d stuffed a football down there!
“Oi, Seb!” a deep voice called out, distracting him. “That you, luv?”
Sebastian looked over at the other ugly big brute standing next to Kian’s ‘new bloke.’ It took him a while to recognize him and he gaped in disbelief when he did. “Roderick? Is that you?”
Roderick grinned back at him, folding his big arms and smiling. “That enny way to greet yer bruv, Seb?” He motioned to him, adding, “C’mere and give us a hug!”
In a daze, Sebastian teetered over and allowed his former step-brother to wrap his burly arms around him. As he did so, something poked into his neck and Sebastian pushed away, clapping his hand over the spot. “What was that?” he protested, wincing.
Roderick looked back at him innocently. “What, mate? Wuz juss a hug!”
Sebastian scowled and rubbed his neck. It had been just a prick; probably the hair on his neck had just gotten caught in the wristband of Roderick’s watch. The spot continued to throb slightly, though, as if Roderick had jabbed something into him. He shook his head, pushing the thought away, and instead jerked his chin over to the ugly brute still pawing at Kian, he asked, “Who’s this?”
“Why, ee’s me da!” Roderick’s smile broadened, displaying badly chipped front teeth. “Ain’t ya ever met me da Gus?”
“Y-Y-Your father?” Sebastian stammered, realizing that he’d never met Roderick’s dad the entire time his father had been married to Roderick’s mother. He’d heard that the dude was a deadbeat, skipping off to England to dodge child support. Suddenly, Roderick’s use of a working-class British accent made more sense; he’d obviously gone to live with his dad after the divorce. When he and Roderick had been brothers, the dude talked like an American. “This is your father?”
Roderick nodded, still grinning stupidly, and Sebastian was belatedly struck by his step-brother’s thuggish changes. Clearly, life in England had not been good to him. Five years ago, Roderick had been cleancut, an all-star jock and a solid student. Now…well, Roderick would never win any beauty contests and, quite honestly, he looked like a total loser in the IQ department. His body had really filled out with muscles but, unlike Sebastian’s which were elegant and shapely, Roderick’s were blocky and chunky. Was he using steroids? Sebastian shook his head, struggling to match this brute with the thin, athletic boy he’d known before his father and Roderick’s mother had divorced and the two brothers lost touch.
Perhaps five inches shorter than Sebastian, Roderick had grown to be overly beefy and broad. He wore a skintight, maroon-colored rugby jersey and a small pair of nylon shorts that were likewise skintight. They didn’t leave anything to the imagination and every ungainly bump, bulge and ridge on his body was dramatically displayed for the world to see.
Before Sebastian could stop himself from glancing downward, he noticed that Roderick possessed a truly astonishing bulge in the crotch of his shorts. It was even more lurid than the one jammed inside the tracksuit of the old guy–His father? Ugh. What a loser!–standing next to him. Not that Sebastian really cared. Sebastian had a big dick of his own and, while he might casually check out other dudes to see what they were packing, he didn’t get off on big schlongs. He was a pussy man through and through.
Sebastian couldn’t get over how stupendously bulky Roderick had become. His big chest was impressively broad and his pecs were huge. His protruding abs jutted out against the maroon fabric of his jersey and his arms jutted out from his sides. His biceps were round and really big. And his deltoids popped out from his shoulders, joining effortlessly with his massive traps to swallow much of his neck. Yeah, Roderick had a true bullneck now, just like an American football player…or an English rugby player. Given Roderick’s parentage, the latter was a more apt description.
He was hairy, too. Kinky, thick auburn chest hair spilled out of the top of his jersey. His face was covered in a dense, brown beard that merged with the forest of fur creeping up from his pecs. Sebastian was equally as hairy but made sure to keep his white-blond body hair trimmed. Even his thick beard was neatly trimmed. He loved the way it accentuated the lean symmetry of his face. He was so handsome that he could easily have been a model…if he needed the money, which he didn’t. Instead, he liked to post thirst trap pics on his Instagram feed, relishing the attention he received from the ladies and guys alike.
Roderick, unlike Sebastian who possessed a classically long torso and a tapered V-shape, had a broad back and wide chest that didn’t taper at all. If anything, his waist was thicker above his broad hips. Roderick’s quads were swollen, growing fatter in the middle of his hairy legs before tapering toward his knees. When he turned slightly, Sebastian noted that the dude had a really big butt. His ass cheeks stuck out behind him like a shelf, massive and blocky. Clearly, Roderick never skipped leg day.
Framed by his buzzed red hair and brown beard, Roderick’s green eyes were filled with amusement. His big ears stuck out from the sides of his head much like his father’s and were quite torn up and swollen from, Sebastian guessed, the barbaric scrums that made rugby infamous. Cauliflower ears, he thought with a wrinkled lip. Not for the first time, Sebastian wondered why the players didn’t wear helmets or any padding like American football players. Rugby was a brutal sport. It looked like Roderick’s big nose had been broken a few times and his thick lips were scarred.
And then there were the tattoos.
Roderick sported gaudy sleeves running up both arms. These were complemented by a matching set on his legs. They even ran up his neck and curled around his wooly cheeks. The tats disappeared up the legs of his shorts and were visible in the V neck of his jersey, making Sebastian wonder where else the dude had gotten inked, probably just about everywhere.
All told, Roderick was a pretty rough-looking twenty-year-old, appearing more than a decade older than his chronological age. Years of rugby and probably a lot of steroids had transformed him into a rough, tough beast of a man. Even though Sebastian was considered very muscular and towered over him, he felt like Roderick dwarfed him somehow. This was probably due as much to the dude’s pugnacious attitude as his overly beefed-up physique. Roderick’s lower jaw thrust outward, adding to his puggish looks.
While he was examining Roderick, the ugly thug was doing the same thing to him. Roderick reached out and patted Sebastian’s tummy, joking, “Not bad, luv, but ya could stand to gain a few kilos. ‘Specially if yer gonna play rugby with me. It’s high time ya said goodbye to these fielder lasses and played a real man’s sport!”
Sebastian’s cheeks colored. Roderick had always known how to yank his chain. “I’m not a ‘lass,’” he said coldly. “Field hockey might primarily a girl’s sport in the U.S. but in Europe–”
Roderick held up a big mitt, cutting him off. “Oi, luv! Dinna ya think I know that? Wuz juss havin’ a laugh!” He sobered then, adding, “But I’m serious ‘bout you joinin’ the rugby blokes. We need a big ol’ bird like you!”
“I am NOT a ‘bird’ and I will never play rugby.” Sebastian looked proudly down at his svelte, lean form as he said this, and was about to laugh when he noticed something strange: His belly was pressing out from his jersey. He consciously sucked in his stomach but not before Roderick noticed and smirked. Scowling, Sebastian stated icily, “Nice to see you again, Roderick, but I’ve got practice now.” He turned and jogged off, not waiting for Roderick’s reply. He had no intention of ever seeing his step-brother again.
“Oh, a-ight, luv. See ya after practice then?” Roderick called out behind him teasingly. “Maybe we can nip off to the pub for a pint?”
Sebastian didn’t look back. Something about Roderick felt off. Yeah, the guy had clearly taken an unsavory path over the past few years. It was sad, really. Sebastian smiled to himself, feeling smug. Unlike Roderick, he had a killer bod and a full scholarship to one of the best universities in the country. He was the top of his class and looking forward to working on his law degree after he finished undergrad.
He wasn’t going to waste time on a loser like Roderick.
***
Practice was a disaster.
Almost as soon as he jogged out onto the field, his body started pouring sweat. He felt it trickling down his back and soaking his shorts. He tried to ignore it, pushing the stickiness out of his mind, but it got worse and worse. Soon, his jersey was drenched and so were his shorts. It was weird, too, how much tighter his clothes became as they grew more saturated with sweat.
If it were only being sweaty, he could have dealt with it. Unfortunately, that wasn’t all. The sensation of his big, fat cock rubbing against the damp cup of his jock got him hard. He winced as he felt his big man chubbing up fatter and longer. Soon, he had a full-on erection going on and it was impossible to hide it…to say nothing of uncomfortable. Just twisting his waist was enough to make him moan. After fifteen minutes, he was in agony–and ecstasy–as his thick club worked its way out of the cup and jutted out before him.
He left the field.
What choice did he have?
He couldn’t continue with a throbbing erection poking out before him and his teammates teasing him mercilessly. Their taunts rang in his ears as everyone took note of his lewd arousal. His cheeks colored and he clenched his jaw.
Sebastian had a really long cock–something he was very proud of–and there was no way to hide it when it grew to its full eleven inches. He mumbled his apologies over his shoulder to the coach and, clapping his hands over his crotch, staggered gingerly off the field, laughter ringing out behind him. His entire face, neck and back were red from embarrassment. He never got turned on in public! Never!
What the fuck was wrong with him?
He somehow made it back to the locker room and was intent on changing his clothes and getting out of there as fast as possible when he happened to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the bank of mirrors across from his locker.
He froze, turning slowly to stare at himself.
“HOLY FUCK!!!”
He quickly sucked in his inexplicably larger gut but it was no use. The man-boy staring back at him in the mirror barely looked like him at all. He even sucked in his cheeks, trying to make his rounded face regain some of its angularity. It didn’t work.
Panicked, he didn’t think, he just tore off his uniform, finding it difficult to peel off of his swollen body. The nylon fabric wasn’t designed to stretch and he felt like it was strangling him. After an intense struggle, his clothes were in a torn heap on the floor at his feet and he was standing there completely naked.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
He leaned against his locker, panting and rubbing his face in his strangely chubby hands. When he opened his eyes again, though, it wasn’t any better. He moaned, fingers pushing against his fatter cheeks. How could his cheeks have gotten this fat? He hadn’t eaten anything. An alien weight hanging off his midsection grabbed his attention then but he closed his eyes, refusing to look down at himself.
And as he felt his puffy cheeks, the impossible continued to happen: His beard fell out! He pulled his hands away, staring in disbelief at the clumps of blond fur falling through his fingers and drifting to the floor. He looked back into the mirror and gave a start when he saw his smooth, hairless, round face. There was only a little tuft of blond hair under his chin and a dewy mustache hugging his upper lip.
Lower lip quivering, he realized that he looked at least five years younger now, barely fifteen…the same age as when he’d last seen Roderick. He blinked, noticing that his blue eyes seemed extraordinarily big and round and innocent in his baby face.
As he stared, his eyes started to grow wider apart in his skull. The change was painful and he clutched at his face, howling in pain. When the pain finally subsided and he looked back up, he realized the effect was he not only looked younger now but also dumber. A lot dumber, in fact. His mouth fell open as he watched his new wide-set, doe eyes blink slowly, something that didn’t do much to alleviate his new vapid appearance.
It wasn’t over.
His ears grew bigger and pushed out from the side of his head, followed soon by his nose. Actually, his nose didn’t grow any longer, it just lost its slim profile and grew fatter and thicker. His lips followed suit and soon he had a mouth that could only be described as pillowy. This comparison grew more apt when his chin narrowed and his jaw shortened, causing his cheeks to grow even chubbier. No longer the face of a chiseled male model, he looked like a homely teenage boy with pouty lips and rosy cheeks.
He felt like crying and did, huge tears rolling down his soft, full cheeks. He wiped at them furiously. Sebastian never cried! Never!
Now, though, he couldn’t stop, especially when he caught sight of his growing belly.
His pillowy lips fell open as he watched his hard-earned muscled evaporate from his long, lean body and turn into folds of soft lard. His toned abs drained away, transforming from dense muscle into bloated fat. Soon, his taut belly was no more. His gut pushed out, growing ever larger and ever softer, the fat jiggling with the slightest movement.
When every single follicle of his body hair tumbled to the floor around him, his belly looked even bigger than ever. The ignominious alchemy accelerated with all of his impressive muscles dissolving and expanding into layer upon layer of bloated fat. His hips widened and thickened, followed by his legs. His massive guns wobbled momentarily before giving up the ghost, ballooning into soft, formless arms without any particular muscular definition. His pecs deflated and sagged, causing his tiny, perfect nipples to puff up and expand until he had a distinct pair of man tits (more aptly called ‘boy tits’ given his younger appearance.) His areolas continued to puff out, growing into soft, pink rings of flesh.
Soon, his belly was hanging out over his still-erect cock. Despite the horror of watching his studly jock body dissolve into a fat mess, he was hard as a rock. His big, thick cock curled upward, eventually meeting the tumescent overhand of his belly. He looked ridiculous now without any pubes. Well, he looked ridiculous for any number of reasons, not the least of which was his lack pubic hair. Rather than making his cock look bigger, though, it had the opposite effect. Sebastian had to reach down to reassure himself that his prick hadn’t shrunk. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief, his big belly flopping up and down, when he realized it was only shorter because of all of the fat he’d gained.
Or was it?
He squeezed, wondering if it felt less girthy.
No, it was just his imagination. His cock was still as fat as ever.
At least that’s what he told himself.
The growth of his love handles distracted him. Watching the heavy rolls of fat swell and tumble over his hips made his stomach churn. He whined pitifully, tears still rolling down his cheeks when his growing legs forced his stance wider. And then his love handles and belly forced his arms to push out from his sides. His formerly muscular shoulders grew soft and heavy, sloping downward as his traps deflated. Soon he was forced to stand awkwardly with his legs and arms sticking out wide in order to accommodate his massive belly.
By then, he didn’t know who he was any longer. He stood there with his big, round, hairless belly sticking out in front of him and a big, dumb grin on his round face. Even though he was inwardly devastated and crying, he couldn’t make himself stop grinning. He looked like a fucking country bumpkin, one of the stupid rednecks he laughed at on the weekends when he visited his family’s cabin up north.
His long, tapering, svelte physique had melted and bloated, leaving him very pear-shaped. Crying loudly, he staggered over to the scale nearby, nearly falling over as the unfamiliar heft and wiggle of his flab cast him off balance. When he managed to stagger onto the scale, his eyebrows went up when he realized that he still weighed the same: Two hundred twenty five pounds.
How could that be?
He stared down at his perfectly round belly, trying to believe it really belonged to him. It jutted out before him like a beach ball, obscuring his view of his erection. With a shudder, he understood then that he would never see his cock again unless he stood in front of a mirror. His belly was more than large enough to hide it from his view when he looked down.
Crying uncontrollably, he was so lost and confused that he nearly didn’t have time to hide before his teammates came running into the locker room. Practice over, their loud whooping and guttural barks of laughter startled him out of his misery. He jerked into motion, barely managing to grab a towel and lurch into the sauna before they burst into the room. Sniffling, he sat there hunched over in the dark with the towel over his crotch. He wedged his huge belly between his hulking thighs and overhanging pecs, hoping against hope that no one would see him. He kept the light off and his body pressed to the side, mostly out of view of the guys as they stripped out of their clothes and headed into the showers, joking and bragging the whole time.
The heat was unbearable, especially now that he had so much fat to keep him insulated. He hardly noticed, though. He was too busy crying, holding his big melon head in his hands and sobbing. His hot tears splashed down onto his belly, rolling over the protruding hemisphere and running downward to his crotch where his cock was still vibrating and trembling with the most insistent erection of his life. He cringed when he realized he actually liked the weight of his belly pressing down on it, smothering his hardon under its weight.
Minutes passed and he was sweltering. He had to hang on until the last of his teammates were done showering, though. There was no way he could let them see him like this! He would be the fucking laughingstock of the club! He’d never live down the humiliation.
I’ll quit the team and check myself into a fat farm. They still have those, don’t they? He shook his head, clenching his jowly jaws. They better fucking have ‘em! I’ll pay whatever it takes! I have to lose all this weight and fast! Fuck! Oh, fuck! What the fuck is happening to me?
***
Chapter 3
Finally, he couldn’t stand the heat of the sauna any longer and had to make a break for it. Wrapping his inadequately-size towel around himself, he sucked in his gut and struggled out into the locker room. The lights were mostly off which was a good sign and he crept as stealthily as a fat boy could across the tiled floor. He was just passing the door into the showers when he heard the spray turn on. Cringing, he turned just in time to see Roderick drop his towel and lean back under the showerhead.
Despite himself, Sebastian goggled.
The giant schlong bobbing between his step-brother’s hairy legs was absolutely enormous. Measuring more than a two feet long flaccid, it wagged heavily between his husky thighs, slapping his kneecaps. It wasn’t just long, it was incredibly fat. Too fat to be natural, in fact. Yes, Roderick had clearly tampered with his cock. It was far too girthy.
In the fraction of a second he had to inspect it before Roderick caught sight of him, Sebastian noticed, too, that his brother was now circumcised. This only added to the proof that his cock had been augmented; his shaft was so thick that it made his cockhead look like a thimble. Sebastian had seen his brother naked enough times to know that Roderick used to have a long, floppy foreskin. The little shit had paraded around naked in front of him enough times for him to know that! Now, however, that lengthy, tapering ‘skin was no more. All told, Roderick’s giant club was more than four inches in diameter and very heavy from the way it hung down listlessly from his crotch.
If it hadn’t been for the shock of seeing his step-brother’s giant monster, Sebastian would’ve made it past the shower room undetected. As it was, though, the sight made him falter and he lost a precious second or two. It was enough for Roderick to look up and do a double take, his mouth falling open in shock.
“Holy fuck! That you, Luvvy? What da fuck happened!? Yer fat as fuck!”
Sebastian froze and then scowled. Roderick’s cruel words bit him harder than steel. He had to choke back more tears. He knew he was fatter than shit and uglier than shit, too, but hearing his brother and former rival state it so insensitively made him furious. He started to scurry (or lumber, more aptly) away but stopped when he belatedly put two and two together.
What was Roderick doing in the showers? He wasn’t a member of the team and shouldn’t have been allowed in here. Clearly, it wasn’t a coincidence that Roderick was here now.
And then he remembered the jab in his neck when Roderick hugged him.
Had Roderick injected him with–?
“YOU ASSHOLE!” he shouted, rounding (literally) on his brother. He didn’t even care that he was fat and his big erection was poking out from his towel. “YOU FUCKING DID THIS TO ME! YOU FUCKING TURNED ME INTO A FAT FREAK!”
Roderick didn’t miss a beat. “‘Course I did, luv. But yer only fat right now. Freak part’s comin’ up. And don’t forget dumb. In a few minutes, yer gonna be daft as shite. Haha!”
Sebastian went cold, unconsciously reaching up and grabbing his skull. His thoughts felt muddier than usual but maybe that was due to his distress? Roderick couldn’t really make him lose his intelligence, too? No, that was impossible! Right?
The thought that he had more to lose than just his killer physique struck terror in him and he didn’t even notice his too-small towel slipping away from his protruding stomach until it was on the floor at his feet. Roderick’s coarse laughter, though, brought him back to reality and he bent over, trying to grab the towel. His huge belly got in the way, though, and he found he couldn’t reach the floor. Besides, his sloshing fat threw him off balance and he nearly fell over on the wet tile.
With Roderick’s laughter ringing in his ears and the humiliation of his growing obesity burning in his veins, Sebastian couldn’t stand it and toppled to his knees, his huge belly splayed out on the floor between his outspread thighs. He lowered his head and sobbed uncontrollably, hating Roderick with a passion but hating his bloated belly even more. He couldn’t live like this! He couldn’t be fat! He had too much riding on being a ripped jock!
“Wh-Wh-Why’d you do this to me?” he cried, face turning pink. “Why, Roderick? Why?”
Roderick didn’t answer right away. Instead, he padded over to stand before Sebastian, hands proudly on his wide hips and his hulking schlong dangling at eye level. His smirk turned into a leer as he leaned over and pulled Sebastian to his feet.
At first, Sebastian didn’t get it and merely stared defiantly up at his brother. Roderick’s gap-toothed grin widened when Sebastian’s eyes went round and he realized that he no longer towered over the ugly dude. Far from towering over him, he was now at least five inches shorter!
Not only had he gotten fat, he’d also shrunk!
Sebastian’s brain labored to perform math that would have been a snap just moments ago. When he finally succeeded in subtracting the ten inches off of his previous height, his jaw dropped. He was now only five-feet-seven inches tall! No wonder he looked so fat even though he still weighed the same as before. And no wonder he was having trouble walking! It wasn’t just the added bulk, his center of gravity had lowered by ten inches and his limbs had likewise shrunk.
Roderick had stolen his height!
He gaped up at Roderick, heart pounding in his chest and brain getting progressively foggier. “Wh-Wha’re ya doin’ ta me?!” he complained, hating how dumb and whiny he sounded. “It ain’t fair!”
“‘Fair’?” Roderick barked. If Sebastian’s intellect hadn’t been in the process of declining rapidly, he might have noticed that his step-brother’s working-class British accent had fallen by the wayside. “I’ll tell you what isn’t fair, you fat, little shit. It isn’t fair that your rich asshole father hired a fancy divorce lawyer and made off with every penny of my mom’s money. We were so poor that I had to go back to England and live with my dad in his shithole flat. Yeah, that’s right: I was sleeping with roaches while you lived in a fuckin’ McMansion in the suburbs. How is that fair?”
Sebastian’s mouth fell open. He had no idea what had happened when their parents divorced and he was embarrassed to admit that he’d never bothered to ask. All he’d known is that one day Roderick and he were sharing a bedroom and the next Roderick and his mom had moved out of the house. He didn’t try to stay in touch because everytime he mentioned Roderick to his dad, his father would get red in the face and start yelling. After a few months, he stopped asking. In a year or so, he barely remembered Roderick at all.
Roderick seemed to read his thoughts and balled his fists, staring daggers down at him. “And then you forgot all about me! You fucking cut me off like I was dead.” His prominent jaw thrust outward as his eyes grew moist. He blinked furiously, shaking his head to get rid of the tears. “I fuckin’ loved you, Seb! I loved you more than fuck!” His voice broke off in a sob as he held his face in his hands. After a long time, he added through gritted teeth, “And the sorry truth is I still do.”
Sebastian’s poor brain was overloaded and he felt battered by Roderick’s raw emotions. Not knowing how to respond, instead he found his gaze dwelling his brother’s naked body. From head to toe, Roderick was covered with tattoo ink. Even his giant cock was tattooed in the semblance of a snake. Between the tats, his carpet of body hair, his swollen muscles and equally swollen cock, he came across as both virile and threatening. His green eyes blazed as he stared down at Sebastian, an unholy flame kindled in their depths. He took a step forward and his potent musk filled Sebastian’s nostrils. Roderick smelled good, he realized with a start. Really good.
They stood like that for a few minutes with the showering still running behind them. Sebastian was so awestruck by Roderick that he forgot his tears and merely gaped up at the huge man, lower lip quivering.
Finally, Roderick exhaled and the tension between them dissipated. He leaned backward, settling his weight on his left foot, and folded his arms across his chest. He smiled. This time, though, the smile wasn’t a sneer or even a smirk. This time it was genuine.
“We’re even now.” There was something in his deep voice that made Sebastian’s skin tingle. “I can’t stay mad at you, Seb. Not when you’re so damned fuckable. C’mere!” He held out his arms, wiggling his fingers invitingly.
Sebastian waffled. He was having more and more difficulty thinking. He knew that he should be mad at Roderick, that he should shove him away. He knew he should go to the police and report the crime his step-brother had perpetrated against him and his body. He knew he–
But…
Roderick was so big!
His size and his muscles and–Fuck!–even his tats, awakened something primal in Sebastian and he moaned as his cock spasmed painfully beneath his saggy paunch.
He realized that not only did he forgive Roderick…
…he wanted him, too.
He wanted him in the worst way.
As if sensing his inner shift from fear to lust, Roderick’s swollen two-foot monster gradually grew even fatter and longer. In seconds, it had even managed to temporarily win its losing battle with gravity and lurch upward in the semblance of an erection. Sebastian stared at that unnaturally girthy appendage and swallowed, his cock throbbing between his soft, chunky thighs.
And then he staggered forward and collapsed into Roderick’s outstretched arms.
Kissing him on the ear, Roderick hefted him into his arms and carried him back into the sauna. Inside, he placed Sebastian gently down on the floor and then reclined on the bench, patting his lap. With a nervously pounding heart, Sebastian climbed on. His heterosexuality had somehow evaporated and now all he could think of was Roderick and his oversized cock. He clenched his virgin pucker, realizing that it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Was he really ready to get fucked up the ass? By a cock that was bigger than his upper arm?
“Ha, I’ve no intention of fuckin’ your fat arse,” Roderick grunted, pulsing his monster cock beneath Sebastian. “This cock only fucks fanny.”
Sebastian, not well-versed in British slang, was confused. He lowered his head, flushing. “But I thought–”
“Turn around.”
Roderick urged Sebastian to face him, straddling his thighs. He clapped his big hands over Sebastian’s ample, hairless buttocks and squeezed. Sebastian’s cock jerked to life, trickling precum.
“Not bad,” Roderick pronounced, groping around under his big belly to manhandle Sebastian’s cock. “It’s already pretty small. That stuff works fast.”
“Small?” For some reason, this made Sebastian worried. He knew his cock was huge. Well, not as big as Roderick’s unnaturally large penis but nonetheless really big. He pushed Roderick’s hand away and clutched at his throbbing organ, crying out in surprise when he realized it barely filled the palm of his hand. “Wha da fuck?!” he protested, staring in shock at Roderick. “Wha happenin’ ta me?!”
Roderick laughed. “It’s the freak part I warned ya about. Don’t worry. Just relax and let it happen.” He smiled wickedly, moving Sebastian’s hands away from his crotch. Wagging his finger as a warning not to intefere, he took his thumbs and pushed them into Sebastian’s nutsac.
Sebastian braced as his vision swam with pain. It felt like his balls were exploding. He remained obedient, though, and didn’t try to stop Roderick. Whimpering a little, he reached backward and grabbed Roderick’s knees, waiting for the pain to subside. After a while it did and soon, he realized it actually felt good.
“That’s right,” Roderick soothed, “let it happen. Yer me little bird, ain’t ya? Me fat little bird.” He pushed his thumbs in further and Sebastian writhed, arching his back and moving his fat ass up and down in time with the motion of Roderick’s thumb thrusts. His cock spewed precum, soaking Roderick’s hands.
“There,” Roderick pronounced after straining and pushing for a good five minutes. “I pushed ‘em up inside ya. Feel.” He withdrew his thumbs and licked them clean of Sebastian’s cum.
Confused, Sebastian felt himself down there and gave a start of surprise. There was now only a moist, gaping hole where his balls used to be. With trembling fingers, he probed, realizing that Roderick had somehow forced his testes inside his body cavity, leaving behind a slippery passageway. His cock, now even smaller than ever, pointed down over the hole where his balls used to be, swaddled by a pair of soft, hairless flaps of skin.
Roderick moved Sebastian’s hands away and inserted a thick finger inside his new hole. Sebastian moaned, inadvertently squeezing himself against Roderick’s calloused finger. Roderick smiled appreciatively, pushing his finger up further. Sebastian felt his testes slide ever deeper inside him as Roderick enlarged and expanded the new opening.
Another finger.
And another.
Soon, all four of Roderick’s fingers were inside him and the friction of his hand against his shrunken cockhead felt like heaven. When Roderick managed to shove his entire fist inside, forcibly widening the bones of his pelvic girdle, Sebastian was flying high on the potent drugs of agony and ecstasy. He couldn’t believe it! Roderick’s hand was all the way inside him! How could this be possible?
Roderick didn’t stop until his arm was buried up to the elbow. Sebastian’s vision swam. He could feel his organs shifting apart, making room for that big fist.
“Now yer ready,” Roderick announced, pulling out his fist with a sick squelch.
The resulting vacuum made Sebastian wail in delirious pleasure. As soon as Roderick had pulled out, though, he deflated with disappointment. He hated the strangely hollow space that remained. He needed to be filled! He needed Roderick! His lower lip thrust out in a pout.
“Aw, dinna you worry, luv. Now the fun starts!”
Roderick urged him upward and fished beneath Sebastian’s corpulent ass cheeks to liberate his monster-sized member. Then, grinning from ear to ear, Roderick had him squat above him on the bench. Sebastian’s new, dripping hole gaped open. He whined at the alien sensation but it never occurred to him not to do as he was told. He squatted there, hovering with bated breath over Roderick’s crotch. He couldn’t stop eying that massively long and fat cock with both dread and desire. Roderick hefted his massive cock into position, guiding his comparatively small cockhead toward the new, empty place between Sebastian’s smooth thighs.
“Ready?”
Sebastian’s head was spinning and he was having trouble thinking. He understood implicitly, though, what Roderick was asking. He nodded eagerly, leaning back on the bench and straining. He wanted nothing more than to lower himself down on that mutant cock!
“Do it.”
He did.
Crying out in pain, humiliation and desire, Sebastian let Roderick take him by the (wide) hips and pull him downward. At first, he worried Roderick’s super girthy monster wouldn’t fit inside him but soon he felt his new, soft, dripping lips open eagerly and envelope his brother’s pole.
Roderick grunted, pulling Sebastian ever downward, downward, downward until he’d somehow managed the impossible and buried the entirety of his club inside him. Sebastian felt like he would pass out. The feeling of having his brother’s cock inside him made him giddy with excitement and desire. Roderick had changed him. And now he was fucking him!
He was only distantly aware of the utter confusion and humiliation frothing around the edges of his mind. How could he take a cock inside him? In a hole that hadn’t existed until a few minutes ago? It didn’t make any sense.
But nothing made sense…and yet somehow everything made sense.
He worked himself into a frenzy when Roderick began thrusting his club deeper inside him. An expert at fucking, Roderick took him on a wild ride over sensuous and brutal waves that threatened to unmoor him from his very identity as a man. He was only barely conscious of the juices trickling out of him, lubricating Roderick and making the whole unreal experience even more intense. The friction of his tiny nub rubbing up and down Roderick’s girthy shaft drove him to the brink of insanity.
He never wanted it to end.
He just wanted Roderick to take him, fuck him, and own him. He belonged to Roderick now. There was no one else in the world who could satisfy him. There was no woman he could fuck and no man with a cock as big as Roderick’s. In short, Roderick had taken sole possession of Sebastian’s pleasure. He was the one and only key that could ever open his new lock, the lock that Roderick himself had fashioned out of Sebastian’s manhood. It was perverse in the extreme but also incredibly arousing.
***
Sebastian was so delirious from the intensity of Roderick’s masterful thrusting that he didn’t notice his body aging and developing. After being unmade into a chubby teenage boy, he began to grow back into a man…and then some. His muscles reformed but this time, instead of perfectly proportioned sinews, they grew back ugly and misshapen. His belly fat became visceral, burying beneath his abs and leaving him with a large, round ‘roid gut. His nipples swelled into a pair of bitch tits and pecs flopped over his ‘roid gut like a pair of saggy udders. His neck swelled before getting swallowed by his traps. And, more than anything else, his ass inflated beyond recognition, mounding up with kilo after kilo of fat and muscle. By the time he finally staggered back onto his feet, his ass jutted out behind him like two giant watermelons.
His body hair refused to regrow but his beard came back. Instead of blond, though, it was dirty brown and the hair of his head grew out to match it. His blue eyes clouded to muddy brown and the cartilage in his face swelled, making his ears and nose even larger. Finally, his brow ridge thickened even as his forehead sloped backward. His lower jaw thrust forward in a pronounced underbite. His lower teeth were forever visible even when he wasn’t smiling.
When it was finished, he looked like he’d aged into his thirties and was even uglier than Roderick, his dad and Kian combined. Not to mention dumber than shit. He gaped down at Roderick, his simian brow furrowing when he saw how bloated and ugly he was. Tears filled his eyes and he started bawling.
“Me so ug-ly!” he wailed. “Me so fat!”
In answer, Roderick thrust deeper, forcing a slimy cascade of pussy juices to trickle out of him. Sebastian promptly forgot about anything beside the incredible feeling of a huge cock rammed inside him. His bawling turned into wails of pleasure and he even enjoyed the feeling of his huge belly flopping up and down in tandem with each thrust.
Soon, Roderick’s bucking brought him to the most intense orgasm of his life. Simultaneously, Roderick exploded inside him, cementing a carnal union that would last the rest of their lives. They bellowed at the tops of their lungs and Roderick reached up and drew Sebastian’s melon head down for a sloppy, bestial kiss. Their thick tongues wrestled but Roderick, of course, won and soon had penetrated Sebastian’s ugly pie hole with his long, fat tongue.
Drawing back and gazing up at him, Roderick grinned. His monster was softening inside Sebastian and Sebastian was waking up to the fact he’d lost more than just his hot jock body. He wanted to both laugh and cry. His atrophied brain barely understood what had happened. Nothing felt real except Roderick. Big, strong, ugly Roderick.
Grinning with victory, Roderick surveyed the misshapen ape he’d created with his own two hands (and some help from a geneticist.) “God, yer fuggin’ uglier than shit!” he praised.
Sebastian’s gaping maw fell open and stared dumbly down at his brother. Was Roderick teasing him? He couldn’t tell. Then he remembered that this was Roderick beneath him, Roderick who had just fucked him senselees, Roderick whose big cock was still sliding out of his new hole. Roderick would never tease him! Roderick was his brother. Roderick would take care of him. Roderick was all that mattered now.
Cocking his head and smirking, Roderick urged him backward on his lap, pushing him down his thick thighs. His incredibly long and girthy hose gradually slid out of him, leaving Sebastian empty once again. Sebastian started to pout but Roderick stopped him with a comment that shocked him to the bone.
“Now that’s one sloppy cunt you got there, luv!”
Sebastian’s heavy brow furrowed. “Huh?”
“Go on then!” Roderick urged. “Take a look at yerself. Take a peek at yer new cunt.”
When Sebastian merely stared dumbly down at him he sighed and helped him heft his ‘roid gut out of the way so he could see his new hole. Minutes seemed to pass by while Sebastian goggled down at his crotch, trying desperately to figure out what had happened to his manhood. He couldn’t stop staring at the new, soft, pink lips gaping between his legs. The folds of slimy flesh glistened in the dim light of the sauna. As he looked, a tiny droplet of goo dribbled out of the recessed head of his button dick.
Words came slowly to Sebastian but slowly but surely one rose to the turid surface of his mind.
Clit.
He had a clit now.
And then there was another word.
Pussy.
He’d been pussified.
***
Kian stared down at the strange device that Gus had strapped around his member. It looked like a big tube. After attaching it to his organ, Gus flipped a switch and Kian braced, feeling his cock sucked deeper inside the cylinder. It felt really good and made his cock look even bigger.
He balked, though, when Gus jabbed an IV needle into the base of his cock and hooked it up to a big bag of viscous goo. The mysterious stuff burned as it seeped into his cock, gradually filling it and inflating it as the vacuum sucked and sucked.
“Wait, bruv. Ain’t that too much?”
He started to reach for the pumping machine, trying to turn it off, but Gus swatted his hands away.
“Patience, lad! Patience!” he chided. “You’s wanna be big like yer mate, dontcha?”
He stared down proudly at Kian’s naked and bloated body. Kian had completely changed in the week since he’d met Gus and now he barely recognized himself. His formerly slim physique had been squandered and he was now hulking and fat and covered in tattoos. He’d dropped out of college and spent his days bumming around town with Gus, snogging in alleyways and vaping weed. Frequently, Gus’ son, Roderick would meet up with them with his newly-minted pussy boy, Seb, and the four of them would go out for a pint and a smoke. In the evenings sometimes they’d meet up with the lads for a game of rugby. More often than not, though, they just jacked each other off. Male bonding, rugby style.
His cock swelled bigger and bigger, eventually filling the cylinder completely, stretching out to a vast length and widening to an enormous girth. When Gus finally detached it from the tube, it flopped heavily down between his tattooed thighs. More than two feet long and eight inches in diameter, it swung limp and lifeless, the ugliest cock in the world. It was even more hideous than the mutant appendage swinging between Gus’ own thighs.
“It’s too big!” he complained, wincing as he felt the alien weight of the massive club. It was so heavy that it hurt his lower back and he had to stand with his crotch thrust forward. He stumbled and nearly fell over when he tried to walk. Gus caught his arm, steadying him. His eyes were staring hungrily at Kian’s newly inflated organ. “I can’t even fuggin’ walk!” Kian wailed. “How’s I’m gonna play rugby?!”
“Dinna you worry ‘bout a thing!” Gus soothed, reaching out to heft the monstrosity in his hands. It oozed between his fingers, losing its firmness. Kian’s eyes filled with tears when he realized it was just a bag of goo. He had a bag of goo for a cock! When Gus dropped it, though, it reformed into the vague semblance of a penis.
“I CAN’T GET HARD NO MORE!” Kian cried, trying to walk again and sobbing when his bloated organ got trapped between his thighs, nearly tripping him. “I CAN’T FUCK!”
Gus stood before him, his big chest puffed out and a stern look on his warty mug. “You dinna need to fuck no more, bruv.” Kian sucked in his lower lip, feeling intimidated by Gus’ steely regard. Gus had treated him like this before. Kian’s shoulders drooped; he was cowed.
Seeing his submissiveness, Gus praised, “Now there’s a good lad!” Kian gave him a watery smile, watching the big man drop his shorts and liberate his ridiculously fat club. Unlike Kian’s useless tube of goo, though, Gus’ could still get hard and it was in the process of doing so at that moment. Turning to him, Gus ordered, “Now get up on the bed and give me that arse. It’s high time I fucked it!”
Kian drew back in alarm. Gus wanted to–?
“You heard me!” Gus barked and Kian jumped, alarmed. “Juss do it!”
“But–!”
Losing his patience, Gus tossed him on the dirty bed sheets. Kian tumbled onto the stinky mattress and groveled there, begging Gus, “I can’t get fucked! I ain’t–”
“Oh, yeah, ya are!” Gus grunted, getting up behind and forcing him onto his hands and knees. “Yer arse belongs to me now, lad.” He snorted. “Everything ‘bout yous belongs to me. You dinna need a cock that works no more ‘cuz yer never gonna fuck again.” He jabbed his thick thumbs at his chest. “I do the fuckin’ ‘round here.” He spit into his hand and reached down and slathered it over Kian’s quivering ass cheeks. He whimpered when he felt Gus’ fat thumb jab inside his most private spot. “Yer juss my cum dump.”
Kian sobbed, violated by Gus’ probing thumb. Soon, Gus’ fat fingers had joined it and Kian felt his poor beleaguered asshole stretch wide. It hurt like hell!
Gus didn’t care. He just kept shoving more and more of his hand inside him until his entire fist was clenched in there. Kian bit his lower lip, tears splashing down on the stained mattress. A roach crawled across his hand.
“There’s a good lad,” Gus growled, lowering his bulk over him and squishing him down on the bed. “Now there’s a good lad. Take it like a man, lad. Take it like a man and learn to like it.” With that, he thrust his giant club inside Kian’s hole, causing his eyes to roll back in his head.
Gus was right about one thing, he realized later.
He did grow to like it, even after his rectum prolapsed and he had to wear adult diapers. He learned to love having Gus fuck him. And he learned to live with a huge useless club between his legs. He even derived perverse pride out of the stares and snickers he received when he waddled down the street with the obscenity stuffed precariously inside his trackies.
He was Gus’ cum dump.
He had to be.
He wasn’t fit to be anything else.
***
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