Russian Shirt

"Come on out stud!" yelled my boyfriend as I slipped the weird shirt he bought me on.  He said he bought it from a Russian gypsy.  It's supposed to make you into some kind of sexy Russian or some non-sense.

As I slipped it on, I felt a massive heat coming from my chest.  It started to practically inflate into a shelf of pecs.  It spread out to my arms as my biceps turned into two softballs.  My arms got a darker coating of hair and inflated some.  I could feel my abs tensing as they become some nice abs.  My legs got super thick and I had some hot thighs.  My hair turned black as I grew a nice and thick beard on my face.  

My face rounded out some as it became that of a cute Russian mans.  I walked into the bedroom and flexed for my boyfriend.  He gave me a cocky smirk and said, "Can't wait to see what's under those briefs, Comrade."

Urso-Beer?

The frat party had been crazy.  There was this beer.  I don't even remember what it was called.  Urso-brew or something like that.  It tasted awesome.  The frat guys wouldn't drink it though.  There was a whole keg of it.  But me and some of the other nerds were allowed to drink as much as we wanted for free.

I thought that my friend looked bigger and had a beard at the end of the night but he couldn't grow one to save his life.  He kept telling me that I was bald.  Even though I never did anything with it, I did have a nice full head of hair.  And my shirt kept riding up my torso for some reason.  I always have worn a small.

Man, I'm hung over.  That beer made me feel so bloated.  I guess I should get up and take a piss.  But, my body is sore everywhere.  Like, it's been stretched.  Oh well, I'll just roll over and go back to sleep.

I know it's been awhile.  I apologize for that.  Had some really tough stuff going on in my personal life.  But, now being single.  I will have all the freedom I want to write more caps.  So, I will be trying to write at least once a week if not more!

The Rubdown

My two friends had always told me that I would be so hot if I just worked out more.  I was always single but I went on a ton of dates.  I hated dating.  It was so hard.  Getting to know someone, starting to get physical after that.  The physical part was my problem.  I was a skinny twink and not really fit enough to thrust as a top or to keep my legs up as a bottom.  My friends had been a couple for a while and always told me to just work out.  My nice face would look good on some muscles.

One weekend they invited me to go camping with them.  I was bored so I agreed. We got there late at night and went right to bed.  They woke me up at the buttcrack of dawn for something they said was life changing.

They got out this massage oil and said to keep still.  They pulled my boxers down.  I covered up my cock (my one other great feature besides my face).  They both giggled and told me not to worry about it.  I would have other things to worry about soon.

I watched as they took the oil and started rubbing it all over me.  They started on my legs and ass and I gasped as they swelled up to huge, giant, ripped modelesque tree trunks.  They grew a light dusting of hair.  I flexed them and rubbed them with my hands to make sure they were real.  They continued up my body as my upper swelled to match.  They giggled and smiled as they kept telling me how right they were.

All I could think of was who would I fuck first.