Roommate Temptation

“Dude! Look at you!” Matt exclaimed as he walked in the door.

Henry quickly tried to cover himself up by grabbing a pair of his underwear. He held them over his naked body. “I can explain!” he quickly said. The football frat bro looked embarrassed as he struggled pulling the underwear over his legs. He was always fairly fit with a decent six pack and some good muscle on him. Just a little bit of extra weight from all the parties that he went to covering it up. But right now he looked absolutely jacked. Barely even a couple of percent of body fat and still just as heavy as he had always been. Now his muscles were fully visible.

“Explain?” Matt twisted his head slightly. One of his hands was down in his pocket while, holding onto his phone.

“Yes! Look! It was an accident!”

“Accident?” Matt repeated. A sly smile appeared on his face as he watched Henry pull the gray underwear over his legs. It stretched against the muscles in his legs.

“Look! I don’t know what happened okay?!” Henry stomped his foot. “I was just jerking it to some porn and then I started to grow bigger. So I… Jerked off again. And then I grew even bigger. God damn! It felt so fucking good! I just couldn’t stop… And then I did it again. My clothes kept getting tighter. But it felt so damn good…” a deep moan rolled out of his mouth. His shoulders relaxed and he almost looked like he was about to fall. “So I… Did it again. Before I knew it my shirt was shredded on the ground and then you walked in.”

Matt stifled a giggle. His face seemed to be turning red as he pulled out his phone.

“Don’t take a picture!” Henry quickly covered his lower half with his hands. He tried to shrink down as much as possible as to ruin the photo.

The smile on Matt’s face only broadened. “I’m not taking a picture.” It seemed accurate as his thumbs were working overtime as though they were writing nearly a paragraph of text. “So…” he paused, looking up from his phone. “You were jerking it to pictures of me?”

Henry’s face dropped. “Yeah man… Sorry! It’s just that I couldn’t help it! I just saw a picture of you and… Uhmph!” he grunted out. His whole body seemed to jerk as his body flexed. “Damn it…” he added as he felt his dick harden. The outline of his cock grew far more visible and a bit of a stain dripped at his tip. “How am I so fucking horny..?”

“Is it because you’re around me?” Matt pried.

“Dude! No way! I’m st-straight,” he said. Though his stutter over the word ‘straight’ caught him off guard. “I like having sex with women. Seriously!” Yet, somehow his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn’t stop staring at his roommate.

Matt stepped forward sending a shudder down Henry’s spine. “Except me?” he pried further. One of his fingers landed on Henry’s firm chest. “Hmmm?” Matt broke the almost all of the distance between them. Their faces were merely inches apart.

“It’s—It’s not like that,” again the stammer. Henry never did anything like this. Especially around someone like Matt. But he couldn’t help it. His mind and body kept sending all kinds of wires were being crossed.

“Really?” Matt eyed Henry closely. He backed off for a second. “Flex for me.”

“Wha—”

“Flex more me,” Matt repeated. “Just trust me…” The smile on his face only grew as Henry raised his arm ever so slowly and flex his bicep. The muscle tightened into a thick ball. “Woah… So big…” Matt uttered. A bit of red filled Henry’s face as his dick hardened even more. The small stain on his underwear started to grow as more and more pre dripped out of him.

Henry quickly pulled down his arm. “What the fuck..?” Confusion hit him as he didn’t understand why he was so turned on. He’d never found another man the least bit attractive. Hell, he’d never even thought about Matt. But today he couldn’t get enough of his roommate.

One of Matt’s hands landed on his chest, gently caressing it. His palms were unbelievably soft. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I know it feels a bit weird the first time, but it’ll feel good. Promise.” That’s when he shoved Henry down onto the bed behind him. Matt was quick to join him. His hands landing back onto Henry’s hard body.

“What’s–!?” Henry’s confused expression was interrupted as his hips thrust into the air. “Fu-uck!” he panted. His heart was beating wilding and he could barely catch his breath as Matt’s soft hands ran down his chest, over his abs and into his underwear. He watched as his dick sprang to life as Matt unwrapped it like a Christmas present.

“So excitable,” Matt mocked. “Hopefully you don’t have a hair trigger…” He lowered his lips down giving the tip a kiss. Henry’s entire body flexed. He gripped his bed for as much support as it could give him. Just feeling those lips against his tip sent him to another realm. But then they spread open engulfing his dick.

Henry let out an unfathomable grunt. Any conscious thought had given away to desire. His body no longer listened to him as he lay there. Every muscle in his body flexed on its own causing him to twist and turn. He barely even noticed as Matt’s hands were holding his firm ass. Slowly they were crawling their way to his anus. Then two of his fingers touched the sensitive spot. Henry’s body bucked. His cock throbbed with excitement as they pushed further in. He clawed at the sheets. But it was too much. There was no stopping it as his body released into Matt’s mouth.

But with each thrust, his body grew more and more. The 190 pound jock’s muscles quickly added more size and definition. Thick corded veins ran down his arms as his biceps bulged with more power. The same was true with his forearms as they nearly doubled in size and his hands as they grew thick and meaty, built especially for lifting heavy weights. Henry’s chest barreled out in front of him as his pecs nearly doubled in size. Hard muscle packed onto what was already there.

That same hard muscle ran up and down his legs as well. The underwear that already seemed to have had a hard time holding onto his legs completely gave up as thick quads filled out even more. The seams couldn’t contain the amount of mass inside them. “Woah…” Henry breathed heavily. He could barely even look over his chest as with each breath, it rose in front of his vision.

It took him a few seconds to reorient himself and prop up onto his arms. He recognized that he was significantly heavier. Probably closer to 215 or maybe even 220. And somehow his skin became far more sensitive than it had been. Even with the light touching that Matt was doing, Henry could feel himself being turned on despite just having the best climax of his life. However, when he finally looked at Matt, he was a bit confused. Matt was looking down at his body as though he was expecting something. “What’s up?”

“I just… I was supposed to change too. When I sucked you off, I was supposed to become your perfect boyfriend…” Matt muttered.

“Dude… You’re already perfect…”

Matt stared at him for a second. Then belted out a laugh. “Gay!” Henry felt his face go a bit red. He’d been trying to be a bit genuine but Matt seemed distracted. He continued laughing but pulled out his phone. “I guess that’s what I typed wasn’t it. Guess I’ll just have to experiment a bit more with this a bit more…”

John’s Lucky Underwear

John had been bragging about his winning streak for too long. Brian was sick of it. There was no way that guy got so good at sports in such a short time. John was athletic, sure, but not nearly as good as he had been. Somehow every day on the field he’d find himself in the perfect pocket to catch a throw. Or maybe he’d be just close enough to a fumble to grab it and start running the ball back. But it was getting annoying.

“Just my lucky underwear,” John would say whenever anyone would call him out on the sudden skill. Most of the guys would laugh. Others would keep trying to get a real answer. And the coaches didn’t care as long as nothing came back on any tests. As long as John kept winning, they were perfectly happy with the outcome.

None of that convinced Brian. He waited until it was only the two of them in the locker room. “What’s your real secret?”

“I told you. My lucky underwear,” John said.

“Quit playing dumb,” Brian said. “I know you’ve got to be on something. Or hiding something. No one gets that good in that short a time.”

“I’m not lying,” John said. However, there was almost a twisted smile on his face as he spoke. His voice had a strange, almost jovial lilt to it. “You wanna try them?”

“Ew! No!” Brian pushed John out of the way and started going through his locker. “It’s got to be here somewhere.” He pulled out his uniform and then his duffle bag. But nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn’t anything other than a change of clothes, a football and some of his books for class. “What the hell?”

“I’m telling you. It’s my underwear. Want to try it?” John had pulled them off and held them at arm’s length.

“What the hell!?” Brian swatted at the dirty underwear.

“Finally!” an unknown voice echoed off the walls. “I was wondering when I’d get to have some more fun.”

Brian looked around. He’d made sure that it was only the two of them in the locker room, yet there was a third voice. And one he didn’t even recognize.

“Down here,” the voice said. “You humans are just so damn tall…” he complained. But the smile on his face seemed to have other intentions. Brian looked down to see an incredibly short man dressed in all green. His head barely came up to Brian’s waist, so he hoped up on a bench. “’Ello, I’m the reason John’s so good at football.”

Brian looked down at the strange little man, then back up to John, then back down at the little man. “What?” it was just as much a statement as a question. He knew he hadn’t seen this guy before. And the way he walked and talked was all the more strange. Not to mention how John hadn’t said anything since he’d shown up.

“It’s magic. I’ll grant wishes, but in return I want to have a little fun too,” it said.

“A genie?”

“Not quite that powerful. But I got some magic in me. Maybe I need to give you an idea,” it continued. “See, this dope wanted to be better at football, so I granted his wish and then I also made him better at catching too.”

Brian thought back. “Yeah… John has been really good at catching the football… But–”

“But nothing,” it said. “I granted him his wish and then I got a little one in return. That’s one of those rules of life.” He snapped a few times. “Equivalent exchange or some shit. You can wish for many things. Wealth. Power. Girls?” He paused watching for Brian’s reaction. “All that is required is that I get a little something too.”

“But you used you’re wish on John…”

The little guy’s smile only broadened. “That’s only because I’m such a nice guy! Maybe your happiness is my happiness too. You know?” Brian mulled it over for a second. “Besides,” he leaned in for a whisper. “I’m required to serve my master. If I do anything against him, I’ll be poofed out of existence.”

“Really?” Brian looked over to John. His eyes seemed to be screaming something.

“Really,” the little guy wandered back over to John. “Just see how jealous he is that I’ll be granting someone else wishes. He probably wanted to keep this all to himself but now that you’ve touched the underwear, you can see me too. But if you want a wish you’ll actually have to put it on.”

Brian stared at the underwear. Never in his life had he thought about putting on another guy’s, but this was different. If he was able to actually get wishes granted that would mean he could do just about anything that he wanted. Feeling another guy’s sweat stains for a few minutes would be worth it. Right? He grabbed the damp underwear, dropped his own shorts and underwear, then pulled them up over his legs.

“Perfect!” the little man said. “Just remember, no backsies.”

However, John quickly interrupted. “You idiot! Do you know what you’ve just done?”

“Don’t be jealous,” the little man stepped between them. Brian echoed the sentence. “Let the man make his fist wish. What is it?”

“Hmm…” Brian took a second to think. “I wish that I was more naturally gifted at sports.”

“Ooo!” the little man’s chesire smile broadened. “I also wish you were more naturally gifted!”

Instantly Brian felt a wave stimulate his body. Each of his muscles suddenly flexed then released. Almost like they were breaking down and reshaping to be more functional. He could almost see his fingers lengthen and thicken to be better at catching a football. And his feet suddenly felt cramped in their shoes. But the tingling seemed to focus on his ass and asshole a bit more than he would have thought. Looking behind him, it looked like he’d been focusing a bit too much at the squat rack.

“Idiot,” John scoffed.

Brian shot him a cocky smile. “Don’t be jealous that I finally found out how you got so good all of a sudden.”

“Exactly!” the little man jumped in. “Now another wish?”

“Yeah!” Brian said. “I wish that no matter what I wear I look sexy.”

“Ooo! I wish that everything you wear is extremely tight.”

Again, Brian felt a surge of power around his body. But this time it was focused more on his clothes. They no longer looked as dinky or cheap, but rather fit his body perfectly. Then they shrank almost a half of size. His shirt compressed against his shoulders and chest, while his shorts seemed to focus around making his butt look as pronounced as possible. However, he couldn’t deny that he still looked sexy in them. His average athletic build looked just a bit more imposing with his clothes clinging to his body.

Brian pumped his arm a few times, watching the sleeve strain against his bicep. “Damn! Look at that. Now that I got the body, I just need the brains. I wish I could pass any test with an B or better without studying.”

“I wish you had a stupid jock type personality,” the little man added.

“Eh? Bro! You for real?” Brian grunted. His speech had slowed while also sounding a bit more airy than before. However, the deep cadence in his voice had stayed. “Aww fuck man. Now I sound all stupid!”

“Is it really that bad?”

Brian gave it some thought. It felt a bit harder to think but he couldn’t really come up with anything. “Nah man. It’s not that bad, I guess. But I wish I was more built. I can’t shake that feeling that I’m small and shit. Woah!” He chuckled stupidly as a wave rushed through him. As he finished his wish, it was granted and a wave of muscle started rolling through him.

Every muscle in Brian’s body started to bulge out from him. His shoulders grew wider and into thick round balls. Two massive pecs pushed out in front of him while his lats spread out wide, tearing his shirt asunder. His biceps nearly doubled in size as more and more muscle added onto him. It was the same with his triceps as they formed massive horseshoes on the other side of his arm. Brian clenched his fists as they grew lager and thicker, more built for lifting even heavier weights. Deep veins protruded from his skin up and down his arms.

Brian’s legs quickly followed suit. Quads grew big and defined, filling his shorts. His butt swelled up behind him while his calves formed perfect tear drops. The shoes he was wearing were just as lucky as his shirt as his feet grew far too large for their confines. Thick meaty toes poked out from the front while the rest of the shoes seams tore from the pressure of his feet.

“BRO!” Brian bellowed. His arms instantly went into a flex showing off the massive nature of his new body. At 6’2” he’d always been a pretty big guy with a decently muscular body. But this was different. He must have gained at least 20 pounds of muscle and lost almost all the fat. “BRO! Look at me!” he went into another flex. “I’m fucking massive!”

“I wish you had a tiny dick.”

The excitement in Brian’s voice dropped. “What?” he uttered as he looked down at his shrinking cock. It was already hard to see over his chest. But he could feel it pulling closer and closer to him. He reached down and with his bigger hands it was even harder to properly grab. Even as he rubbed it he could feel that his thumb was nearly as large as it was. “You can’t do this! I thought you couldn’t disobey your master!”

“Correct. I can’t,” the little man said.

“Then I wish that women would still find me sexy!”

“I wish you could only get hard for men.”

“I wish I could sexually satisfy any woman!”

“I wish you could only be satisfied by men.

“I wish that women wouldn’t mind.”

“I wish that you would.”

Brian grabbed the little man by the neck and slammed him into a locker. “Quit with the bullshit!” he ordered. “Change me back.”

“Sorry. No backsies,” the little man said. A poof of smoke appeared in Brian’s hand and the little man was gone. “Besides. Master is almost here.” His voice appeared behind him.

“Shit!” John body went stiff. He almost looked to be shaking a bit.

“Gollabar!” a somewhat familiar voice called out. “Gollabar! Where are you?” Sam walked into the locker room and the small man rushed over to him. “There you are! Have you been getting yourself in trouble?”

“No sir!” Gollabar smiled. “I just got you another one!”

“Another—” Sam looked up to see a hulking shirtless Brian standing in the middle of the locker room. “One…” His surprise turned to a shy smile and face turning red. “Hey,” he forced out.

“Yo,” Brian said back. “You gonna change me back or what?”

“Or what..?” Sam asked. “Didn’t Gollabar tell you no backsies?”

“He did say something like that,” Brian got closer to Sam. Something inside him felt a bit off. He couldn’t quite understand it. “But if you’re his master… Maybe you can do something?” he flexed and watched Sam’s eyes light up.

Sam’s mouth went dry. “Sorry… Don’t think I can…” He reached out and grabbed the massive arm. “So big…” he moaned. “You’re so big…”

“Mmmhhmmm…” Brian nodded. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ he wondered as he felt that small hand grip his bicep. Sam clearly used all his strength but he could barely feel it. Only the soft hands trying their hardest to actually move the arm. But moreover, a different feeling running through him. Even as Sam’s focus moved from his bicep to his chest, then to his abs, he didn’t tell the other man to stop. If anything he wanted more.

“So big…” Sam continued exploring Brian’s body. His hands felt so small as they ran over and squeezed different parts of his body. Brian found himself flexing more. Showing off more. Watching as Sam giggled and enjoyed himself. “Oh? What’s this?” His hands dipped down into Brian’s underwear. One gripped the hard throbbing cock. “So big,” he teased.

Brian jumped back. “Woah! Wait a second,” he’d realized what was going on. He was turned on. And bad. Even as he looked down at Sam he felt the distance between them. Something inside him was telling him to get closer. To let him keep exploring his body. “What’s going on?”

“It’s one of my wishes,” Sam said. “Whoever uses the underwear finds me unbelievably attractive.”

“But—” Brian tried to stop himself but the more he looked over Sam the more turned on he got. A distinct stain was already growing in his underwear. And he could feel just how hard his cock had become. More worrying was the strange emptiness he felt from behind.

Sam quickly closed the gap. His hands rested on Brian’s massive chest. The big guy backed up into the lockers. “Shh…” Sam put a finger from his mouth to Brian’s. “It’s alright. I promise.” His hand lowered back down into Brian’s underwear. It was so soft compared to his own. With a simple tug, Brian’ nearly burst. His hands grasped at the metal lockers behind him. His nails tried to dig into them. “Feels good?” Sam mocked.

All Brian could give was a disoriented grunt. Each tug seemed to have sent him a little bit further over. What was bothering him? Why was he so upset? Pleasure rocketed through him. Why shouldn’t he enjoy this from Sam? His small hands made him feel even bigger. Even if he was barely over three inches he actually felt like there was something there. “That’s it big guy,” Sam complemented.

At that Brian couldn’t control himself anymore. His body jerked and thrust as he finished in his underwear. He came back to through a dull consciousness as the afterglow took over.

“Good one Gollabar,” Sam said. His attention turned back to Brian. “I didn’t think you’d enjoy it that much, but I don’t mind. Maybe we’ll have even more fun later tonight.” His hand firmly slapped Brian’s ass. A tingle washed through the man. “Come to my room and we’ll make sure to get plenty of use out of it.” His attention turned back to John. “You too stud.”

Accidental Revenge

“Dude! Look how fuckin’ small you got! Shit! Who’s the little faggot now? Huh? Huh?” Nathan poked at me sides as he taunted me. I’d have been more mad if I weren’t so turned on. His massive body was nothing that I could do anything against. But the emotions that were running through me conflicted. I just took it. “Oh right. You don’t know,” he laughed.

“Know what?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he glared. “Don’t worry about it.” He plopped down onto the couch and stripped off the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. “Sweet,” he chuckled again. “To think Chloe ever dated you…” Another glare was shot towards me. Then he flexed. I felt my face turn red as my hands covered up my hardening dick. Nathan always found it hilarious. “Bitch,” he laughed as he stood up. “Well, I’m going to get ready for my date tonight. So you better not be here when I come back. Got it?”

“G-got it!” I stammered.

“Good,” he said. As Nathan passed me, he gave me a firm slap to my back. I staggered, drawing another laugh from him. ‘God, no wonder you were like this,’ he muttered to himself. The widening grin on his face showed just how much he enjoyed it as well.

I stood there quietly as I watched him go into his room and then start the shower. A deep breath slowly escaped as I relaxed again. One of my hands started to massage my dick. “Stop it…” I scolded it. Still, I couldn’t help but want to continue. Just feeling his rough hand nearly knock me over turned me on. It lead to so many other thoughts of what he could do. A deep sensual moan quickly followed as I plunged onto couch.

My body twisted and turned as I thought about it more and more. But then my hand hit something. “Hmmm?” I was taken out of the fantasy for just a moment as I realized it was his phone. ‘He left his phone out here!?’ My giddiness doubled over as I listened for the shower in the other room. He’d be indisposed for at least 20 or 30 minutes. I couldn’t believe it. Finally, I’d be able to do what I’d been planning.

Over the last month I’d been watching him enter his password. With that I could get to see his nudes! I clutched the phone tightly as I squirmed on the couch. I hadn’t even seen anything yet, but my excitement was making it so hard to do anything else. “Calm down… Calm down…” I breathed. The smile on my face wouldn’t go down as I typed in the four-digit code.

“I’m in!” I squealed. I quickly went to his gallery. And there they were. Picture after picture that he’d sent to different girls of him flexing. His massive cock jutted out in front of him, hard as a rock. Each pose showed off his athletic build perfectly. He’d been working out for more than just sports lately giving more definition to his arms and chest.

I continued to squirm. This time on my back as I tried to figure out a way to save the photos. I went back to the home screen. Looking around it was the same normal apps, except for one. ‘Chronivac?’ I wondered. I’d never heard of something like that. With how normal the rest of his phone was the app really looked out of place. And more I stared, the more compelled I was to click.

My desires gave in and I watched it open. But I was only met with confusion. Grayed out letters spelled out, ‘type what you would like to change.’ Even stranger were all the things above it. ‘I’m built like a bodybuilder.’ ‘Women want to fuck me whenever they see me.’ ‘I can have sex all the time.’ ‘Brad Channing’s a little bitch who loves it when I make fun of him.’ ‘Brad Channing gets turned on when I make fun of him.’

Statements like that continued. I was a bit confused. All of that was true, but I didn’t understand why he’d write it in his phone. If this was some kind of diary, writing, ‘I have a massive cock even guys want to get fucked by,’ seemed a bit unnecessary. After seeing his nudes, I couldn’t exactly disagree with the statement though.

And then I looked at the grayed-out words again. ‘Type what you would like to change…’ Butterflies filled my stomach. Something like this couldn’t be real. But I started to type, ‘I send my nudes to Brad Channing.’ I quickly went to my phone. However, all I found were my own nudes. “What the hell?!” I’d never taken anything like that. But there was my phone full of nude pictures of myself. I’d apparently been trying to emulate Nathan.

My attention quickly went back to Nathan’s phone. ‘Nathan Beckett loves sending me his nudes,’ I typed instead. Butterflies entered my stomach again as I opened up my own phone. I went to my text messages and there was Nathan’s name at the top. I opened it up and dozens upon dozens of photos of him were there. Each one followed by a snarky statement. Not that I cared. But there they were. I squeezed my phone.

My excitement wouldn’t get the better of me. I needed to focus. This thing actually worked! I needed to use it quickly. The shower had turned off. ‘Nathan Beckett loves walking around the apartment completely naked when he’s alone or with me.’ ‘Nathan Beckett loves it when I watch him work out.’ ‘Nathan Beckett only makes fun of me because he wants me to fuck him.’

The door to the bathroom was opening. ‘Nathan Beckett leaves his phone in the living room all the time.’ I typed and tossed the phone onto the other side of the couch. He stepped out toweling off his hair. Below that? Nothing. He was completely nude. His cock swung from side to side as he dripped water on the floor.

“Hey bitch,” he said. His cock jumped with joy as he said it. A bit of confusion washed over his face but it quickly disappeared. “You see my phone?”

“Uhhh…” I tried to act nonchalant. But then looked over to the other side of the couch. “There?” I reached for it but Nathan was far faster.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he glared down at me. His arms crossed against his massive chest. “You trying to get more pics out of me? I give enough to a fucking gay loser like you. Yet you want more? God damn your needy.”

With each insult I watched as his cock bounced. Blood flowed into it, quickly hardening it. I couldn’t believe it actually worked. He was really getting turned on. “I—”

Before I realized it, he’d grabbed my face and shoved it into his it. “There you go you needy little bitch. Bet you’re not used to feeling a like a real man. Really soak it in.”

My body struggled at first, but then relaxed as I sniffed the slightly sweaty but smooth skin. Even after his shower, a bit of the musk stayed. I stayed cautious. This was so different. I wasn’t used to it. But slowly my hands started to reach out for him. To run up against his firm pecs. I gripped them.

“Hey!” he shoved me down onto the couch. “I never said you could touch.” As I hit the couch I watched his cock throb with excitement. He continued to shove me down into it, then straddled my body. I felt my own harden. The tension held. “Dude you’re so fucking weak. Just look at me compared to you,” he flexed his thick arms and gave it a slap. “You can’t fucking handle something like this.”

That’s when he sat down. I let out a hearty grunt as I gripped the couch. My dick slid into him like it’d done it a hundred times before. Almost like his ass was meant to fit it perfectly. He let out a bit of a grunt as well but held his tough guy act, only letting a bit of wincing on his face. But he didn’t stop. He kept bouncing slightly, sliding it in and out of him.

“That’s it bitch. God this turns you so on like the little queer you are. I can’t believe I used to be intimidated by you. You’re so weak… Huff. And—Small… And–… Sexy,” His hands gripped my shoulders as he finished all over my chest. I couldn’t help it either. Hearing him say ‘sexy’ was better than I could have imagined. After so many insults to hear that he couldn’t help himself around me, was too much and I finished inside him. “Damn it…” he cursed as he climbed off me. “Now I gotta go clean up. Chloe’s gonna be mad if she has to wait.”

Nathan stood up and walked back to the bathroom. “Fucking loser,” he cursed as he closed the door. “Damn it…” I couldn’t help but notice his dick rise to attention again. And looking over at the other end of the couch sat his phone.