The Dean's Deal

My name is Reece. I got into Indiana U on a sports scholarship and decided to study to become a nutritionist. Unfortunately, books are not my strong suit and I found myself working out for at least four hours a day instead of studying for exams.

After skipping one too many classes to hit the gym, I received a notice from the school that if my attendance and grades didn't improve my scholarship would be in jeopardy. This freaked me out and I immediately asked to meet with the dean of admissions.

After a lengthy gym session I walked to the admissions office where I was greeted by the dean's assistant. She had me take a seat and wait until the dean was ready to see me. I watched as she privately scanned my body and bit her lip. Wearing my Indiana Hoosiers shirt, my muscles were rippling from my work out. I bet she was fantasizing about ridding my cock all night. The thought was enough to make my dick get hard in my maroon shorts.

I decided to give her a little show as I caressed and massage my muscles with some icy hot to sooth them. Pulling my shirt from side to side, my nipples and pecs were exposed momentarily. I could see her stealing private glances and it made me even harder.

New Year, New Bod

(A short one for New Year's.  I wish that I had this curse put on me haha. Happy New Year's Everybody!)

Every year it's the same thing.  New Year's Eve I have to stay in.  The change is sometime painful, sometime pleasurable; usually, both.

See, three years ago, at a New Year's Carnival, a gypsy woman cursed me to experience a new life every year.  She told me I would never die but that I would enjoy many different lives and styles and live in many different places.  The first time it happened I was terrified.  But shortly after the transformation was over, I knew everything about my new life and went on like nothing had happened.  I always change wherever my last body was.  But then I'm magically transported to where the new one should be. 

This was me yesterday.  Jeff Cartright.  I was a father of three who worked at the top of a huge corporation.  I was vacationing with them at out river house.  The change usually starts around 10 pm.  I wasn't very happy with this body.  It was really out of shape, the kids tired me out after work, my wife spent way too much money.  Everything was so stressful.

I knew it was 10 when I felt the starting tingles.  I went into the house under the guise of taking a shit.  I first noticed the tingles on my head.  Hoping that I was growing hair back, I stared in the mirror.  I watched as dark brown hair grew in.  Oh, it felt so good.  My belly started to disappear and was replaced with a still hairy but super hot set of abs.  I was starting to get excited.

My arms toned up and my chest did too.  The hair became straighter and less kinky.  My face started to look younger.  More square and less round.  I felt it and it felt strong.

It was 11.  I was halfway through my change.  My legs toned up and my thighs became gorgeous.  I turned and saw my flabby ass become something crafted by the Gods.

"Oh man, guys are gonna line up to fuck this?"  I said out loud in a youthful baritone.  I guess this guy is gay.  Not a problem.

As the clock struck midnight, I was too busy jacking off in this body to realize that my cock was no longer buried in fat.  Had a nice 9 incher, thick as a coke can.  I looked up and realized I was dancing in a bar.  Men were watching me jack off and throwing twenties and hundreds at me.  I was now, Ben Locke, a dancer at one of the few bars in the US that lets their dancers show off everything and do anything.  Damn, I was gonna get so laid tonight!

You Suck, Fat Old Man

My grandpa was the worst guy ever.  He was fat and lazy.  He was so fat because he always worked a desk job and never played any sports or worked out or anything.  When I was little we never played together; he just ate, drank and watched TV.  I was so fed up with him one day I told him that he really was just the worst person alive.

He said something I would never have expected, "I've been waiting forever for you to say something like that you punk!".  Suddenly, I felt really weird.  My tight stomach started to get really round and sag.  I felt a scratching on my face and reached up to feel a thick, nasty full beard growin' in.  I ran into the bathroom to see that it was a nasty whitish-blonde color.  My arm tattoo tingled as it got a little smaller.  My arms flabbed up and I could feel my fattening ass tear a hole in the back of my jeans.

I looked back in the mirror and saw my young face sag and wrinkle.  I realized who it was in the mirror now.  My Grandpa.  That fat old man.  I hear a familiar laugh.  My young, buff and tight body walked into the bathroom and slapped my new big ol' belly.  I felt it jiggle and he laughed again.

"Hahahaha now who's the worst person alive bitch," he said jovially as he flexed his new buff arms.  Looking at my changed body made my new little cock get hard.  I couldn't help but stroke it as best as I could.  My huge gut actually rubbed against it.  I ended up jacking off just by pushing my gut over my cock.  When I felt my new little cock cum all over the underside of my gut, my new Grandson walked in with a cocky smirk.

"Well, that seals the deal.  You're me now fucker."  Just like that I realized that I deserved it.  But I really had an urge to just sit down with a beer and watch some Wheel of Fortune.