Dirk Jager & Dean Flynn Command Post, 2007 - Titan Men, Dir. Brian Mills

The wedding getaway

A mile in each other's shoes

"Oh, come on, you can't be serious."

Lance groaned and looked at Lisa, the bride's maid, who in turn didn't appear all that amused either, although for different reasons. She smiled a sweet and poisonous smile as she answered.

"Yes, I am, Lance. Dead serious. Apparently, you have no idea how difficult it is to find a hotel with enough free rooms on a Caribbean island in the middle of spring break."

Before Lance could answer anything, she continued with a sharp voice.

"Or how expensive. So, yes, I'm afraid you have to share your suite with one of the other singles for the duration of your all-inclusive stay. Deal with it."

Lance took a deep breath and fought down the urge to say something very inappropriate. Lisa was probably right, and he wouldn't die from having to share a room with one of the other guests for a few days. He would only go there to sleep, anyway.

"Ok, ok. No need to explode like that. So, who will be my... roommate?"

In an instant, Lisa had a list in her hand and looked at it until she found the name.

"Let's see... that would be Jamal, who also didn't arrive with a date. I trust the two of you know each other?"

"Jamal? Oh god, no! Why do I have to room with the n... with him? Isn't there any other option?"

Lance couldn't believe it. Jamal, really? Of all the guest, he had to endure Jamal?

"No." Lisa said firmly. "And now, if you excuse me, there are a thousand other places I need to be right now. Have fun and try to get along with your roommate, ok? I'm not gonna make any changes."

With a flip of her hair, she walked away.

Lance was fuming as he fingered the keycard to his room. This had to be a bad joke. Jamal and him... Let's say they never got along really well. And ‘never’ was quite a long time for them, actually. They've known each other since kindergarten and didn't get along very well even then, although they had arguably be friends back then. But ever since, their relationship became worse.

It wasn't Lance's fault, of course. That much was certain, he decided, as he drew the card through the door sensor. Jamal was just so...

The door opened and revealed the object of his disdain.

Black.

There was hardly any way to phrase it differently, Jamal had the unmistakable dark skin color of a dirty ... Black man. Lance didn't consider himself a racist, but the fact was that people who weren't white were less civilized, that was just the way it was.

"Lance."

Jamal's voice was just as dark as his skin as he glared at Lance. Unlike Lance, Jamal most definitely was racist. He was proud of his heritage and thought very lowly of Lance, no doubt because of his skin color. If things were allowed to continue like that, people like Lance would surely become even more oppressed by people like Jamal. He closed the door behind him.

"Yes, that's me. Do you have a problem with that?"

He approached the other man like a predator until he stood right in front of him. They were about the same size, and Lance could see the dark wide nostrils of the other guy flare.

"Yes."

Jamal spat the word.

"I do. What are you doing here, you white piece of trash?"

Lance gritted his teeth.

"What are you doing here, you filthy ni-"

Jamal's fist flew before Lance could finish the word and it was only due to the fact that Lance expected the hit that he could dodge and thus avoid having his teeth bashed in. He answered with a quick kick to the balls, and the two men began their brawl.

The fight was short and intense, but neither of them managed to seriously hurt their opponent. At the end, they sat at different sides of the large double bed, breathing heavily.

"Fuck."

Lance spit out a blood drop. Jamal had a surprisingly hard punch.

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

Jamal was massaging his wrist, and Lance guessed that his jaw would bruise pretty badly. He was more than surprised, however, when Jamal offered him his hand to help him up.

"It's no use, Lance. It looks like we're stuck together for the next few days, and I've got better things to do than beat your racist ass every time I go to my room. Truce?"

Lance considered the proposition for a few moments, before he nodded and grabbed the dark hand.

"Truce. At least as long as we're stuck in this room with each other, you fucking monkey."

A moment of silence followed before Jamal got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. From inside, he mocked Lance again.

"You know, Lance, you really need to learn how to control your racism. I bet the only reason why you're so angry about me is the fact that I have a big dick."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, asshole."

These were going to be a few long days. The wedding wouldn't be for another two days to give everyone time to enjoy themselves a bit. Originally, Lance had looked forward to this opportunity, but now it seemed like these days were going to be more of an ordeal than anything else.

Of course, there was no way he was going to sleep in the same bed as Jamal, and, luckily, Jamal agreed on that without argument and moved his stuff to the couch. They didn't speak a single word to each other this evening, and Jamal left the hotel room shortly after, allowing Lance some time alone. He was still bruised up and dirty from the short fight and took the opportunity to take a shower himself.

The water was somewhat soothing, and slowly, Lance regained his composure. He certainly wouldn't let someone like him spoil his vacation, and perhaps Jamal was right, and it was a good idea to just ignore each other as much as possible. He could live with that.

When he was sufficiently clean and calm, he left the shower and reached for a fresh towel, only to see a small article of clothing fall from the rack.

With some disgust, Lance noticed what it was: A piece of underwear, a pair of boxer briefs to be exact. It was previously worn, and Lance had no doubts who the owner was. Jamal must have forgotten it when he took a shower earlier.

Lance tried to ignore the unwanted textile as much as he could, but his eyes kept returning to it. Truth be told, it wasn't all that small. In fact, especially the pouch area was rather large, and the fabric looked like it had been stretched somewhat. Without really wanting to, Lance had picked up the piece of underwear and inspected it from all sides now. Frustratingly enough, what Jamal had said earlier appeared to be true. If this piece of underwear was any indicator, then Jamal's dick had to be fairly huge.

That only angered Lance further. Who did Jamal think he was, with his stupid large penis, mocking him? Did Jamal think he could impress him with that?

The piece of clothing had a slightly damp feeling to it. Most probably it was because of the steam from two showers, but was that really all? His body acted on autopilot when he brought the foreign item of clothing closer and sniffed. It was a bit musky, that was for sure, but he wasn't quite sure yet. He buried his nose in the front part of the pouch, right where the dick had been before and took another deep breath.

Oh, there it was. Definitely, Jamal's scent was embedded in the fabric, and the smell was stronger now. Lance felt a rush of shame and anger. Did he really smell the underwear of his black temporary roommate? That was disgusting. He was just about to drop the garment, when he noticed something else. His own -rather small- dick stood proudly at attention.

"What?" Lance said out loud? He was hard because of a man’s underwear? No, not just any man’s. Jamal's, his arch enemies if he had any.

No, this had to stop. With a quick motion, Lance pulled the underwear over his legs and left the bathroom.

Only when he pulled on his pants over the baggy and mostly empty cloth that concealed his erection, he took note of what he had done. Why had he put on the thing?! Well, now it was too much of a hassle to change that, he decided and closed his pants, pressing the damp sweaty fabric against his groin.

Luckily, Jamal didn't come back until late in the night, when Lance was already asleep. He half noticed the other man getting settled on the couch, but he was too tired to care.

When Lance woke up the next morning, he was covered in sweat and his boxers were uncomfortably tight. He groaned as the memories of the day before came back. A quick glance confirmed: Yep, the black man was still there, on the couch, and still asleep, as it seemed.

With a throb, his cock demanded attention under the sheets. It had been quite a while since he had woken up with such a severe case of morning wood, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He wasn't alone, after all. He couldn't resist, however, to reach down under his sheets to readjust himself.

Only when he felt the unfamiliar fabric, again somewhat wet, by his own sweat and precum did he fully remember. Right, for some reason, he had put on Jamal's underwear after the shower. And later, when he went to bed, he hadn't fixed his mistake. There was something else, though.

Lance carefully felt the outline of his cock. This wasn't right. The stolen underwear pouch was filled to the brim with a throbbing organ entirely unfamiliar to him. This wasn't his cock! It was much, much too large!

However, every touch on the large piece of flesh felt good, and he couldn't resist stroking the length stealthily, if only a few times. Why did this feel so good? Lance failed to fully suppress a moan, and saw Jamal stir in his sleep. He really had to stop this. Only perhaps one or more stroke.

Were before, when rubbing one off, he often resorted to only using three fingers to stimulate his length due to his tools size. Now, however, he found that his whole hand was unable to fully close around the shaft, and there was a lot of space for his hand to move up and down, too.

He threw Jamal another glance, but the unwanted roommate still seemed to be asleep. Perhaps he could continue just a bit longer, and perhaps pick up some speed...

This time, too, he failed to muffle his moan completely.

"Ahh, fuck, yes..."

He breathed as he pumped the thick organ faster and faster, using his other hand to caress his balls through the underwear, which felt unusually large as well. Not being able to keep it down any longer, he pumped faster and faster, through Jamal's underwear, until, with a loud groan, he shot a generous load into the fabric.

Lance saw stars for a moment, but the noise had apparently been enough to wake up Jamal, and he turned around on the couch and remarked with a sleepy voice filled with annoyance.

"Dude, what the fuck? Did you just jerk off?"

"Uhh, no. I was... not."

"Yeah, right. And I'm the president. What the fuck, dude? Couldn't you wait until I was gone or something?"

Jamal groaned and got up to go to the bathroom. As he was walking, Lance got a short glimpse at the other man’s groin for the first time. If one thing was for certain, his dick wasn't as large as Lance had suspected. Most of the front of Jamal's boxer briefs was obviously empty.

Jamal spent a surprisingly large amount of time in the bathroom, and when he emerged again, he was - as far as Lance could tell - pale as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't speak a word as he quickly got dressed and basically fled the room, leaving a puzzled Lance behind. What had gotten into that guy again? He shook his head and, finally, removed the sheets and pulled down his borrowed boxer briefs.

And then, he looked at his crotch dumbfounded. He had been right. It wasn't his dick, even though it was flaccid again now, it was much too large. However, that wasn't the biggest problem. Despite being too big, it was decidedly... Black.

And it wasn't just his shaft that was suddenly dark skinned. His balls, too, and the rest of his groin as well. When he turned in front of the mirror, he realized that even his ass-cheeks were a rich dark brown color now, and his pubes dark and wiry.

Lance's head was swimming. What in the world was going on? Was it an infection?

No, even a guy as biased as Lance knew that dark skin was not a disease you got infected with. He simply had no explanation for what he was seeing. Luckily, only his groin was affected. Both his legs and his torso were still as white as they were supposed to be. And his face was fine, too.

Lance shook his head. He'd have to get to the bottom of it, but that had time until later. Today, he wanted to enjoy the beach a bit. However, as he tried to put on his swimming trunks he noticed a problem with his new anatomy. Neither his swimwear nor his pants would fit without being extraordinarily uncomfortable. Not wanting to cut off the circulation to his now much larger tool, he glanced over to Jamal's suitcase. Judging by the pair of boxer briefs, Jamal's stuff should be about the same size, even though Lance didn't really understand why the other man brought clothes this big.

After rummaging through Jamal's belongings for a bit, Lance found what he was looking for. A pair of swimming trunks and a pair of pants that fit comfortably as he put them on without a second thought. He briefly considered fully dressing from the other man’s trunk, but decided against it and took socks, shirt and sunglasses from his own stash.

Finally, fully equipped, he went to the beach.

Given the time of the year, it was rather full, just as he had expected it to be. Nevertheless, he found a spot to lay down a bit and sunbathe, and soon, the warm rays had him relaxed.

For a while, nothing happened. Lance felt at peace, and his thoughts returned to the morning events. He was no stranger to masturbating, but it was the first time that he had felt the urge to do so while in the same room as another guy. Even stranger though, he didn't feel particularly ashamed about it anymore. So, what if Jamal had seen him? He certainly jerked off, too. Put aside all the obvious things that separated them, that was one thing they had in common. They were both men, and men had certain needs. Nothing wrong with indulging in them, right?

In fact, in the morning sun, his thoughts about Jamal were less hostile than usual. It was really hard to be angry all the time when relaxing in the warm seaside sand.

A few hours later, Lance decided to take a swim. However, as he wiggled out of his borrowed pants, he was confronted with yet another surprise.

Apparently, the dark skin had spread. Now, the whole length of his legs was decidedly dark-skinned. Lance shook his head as if he would be able to revert the skin color of his legs like that. But it was no use: The pigment was there to stay. This couldn't possibly be natural, or even healthy! He needed to see a doctor, right now!

Half-panicking, he checked his upper body but was relieved to see that there, his skin was just as milky white as it was supposed to be, as were his feet.

Against all logic, his panic subsided. Sure, he looked ridiculous like that, but it wasn't that bad. In fact, once he managed to look past the weird color of his skin, he found his legs somewhat better looking even, packed with lean muscles. It wasn't bodybuilder level, but a whole new level of power that he never had before.

Originally, he wanted to run, search for a doctor as quickly as he could, but now, he reconsidered. He might as well go through with his plan and swim a bit in the inviting ocean. He could look for a doctor afterwards.

The water was wonderful, and the feeling of his legs powerfully propelling him through the waves was intoxicating. Lance lost track of time, and it was only when his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day that he turned back, all thoughts of a doctor forgotten.

He grabbed his stuff and went back to his hotel room to change, but was surprised to meet Jamal in there, when he unlocked the door.

The other man was sitting on the bed with his pants at his ankles and was furiously beating his meat. When the door opened, he quickly covered his groin with a pillow, but there were two things Lance had noticed: First, Jamal's dick was really small! And, secondly, from the waist down, Jamal's skin was colored a bright tone of pink, a stark contrast to his dark torso. There was an obvious connection waiting to be found, something really profoundly easy, but it escaped Lance persistently.

Instead, for the first time in God knew how long, Lance smiled at Jamal briefly.

"Don't mind me, just carry on. I'll just get changed really quickly."

"O...okay." Jamal replied, obviously confused about more than Lance's statement. Hesitatingly, he removed the pillow and continued his work, his eyes glued at the other man.

Since Jamal was occupying the bed at the moment, and Lance didn't want to disturb him by accessing his own suitcase, without thinking too much about it, he grabbed a new set of clothes from Jamal's: A pair of socks, pants, fresh underwear, a shirt and a baseball cap. He got dressed and nodded at the furiously masturbating Jamal again as he left the room just as Jamal came.

Dinner was somewhat strange for Lance. His upper body, arms and feet felt all strange and tingly, and below the borrowed cap, his hair felt like it was shifting and changing. He was really hungry today and was glad about the all you can eat buffet.

However, the more he ate, the more the strange feeling took hold of his head and face as well, and with it, another urge awakened. Lance's thoughts consistently went back to the picture of Jamal masturbating on their bed. Say what you want, but that white boy really had a cute body. That was something Lance had always liked about Jamal James.

Lance Lamar felt his groin get tight again. It was difficult enough to find underwear for his large black python, but when he got aroused, there was hardly anything able to contain the beast of burden.

Finally, he stood up in all of his black glory and went to the elevator. Time to see if James was still around and was up for a length of his loving boyfriends large dick up his cute tight ass.

He was.

As he left the dining hall, Lisa smiled a thin smile and changed an entry in her list. Two less troublemakers and one more happy couple for the wedding.

What a great couple, in the end! After all, racism never pays.

If you like to read about another great couple, in a magical story, perhaps check out this novel!

osito_blanco on Cam

Hey do you think you could transform me from white 30 year old slim barista into a 20 something Asian dumb muscle himbo. Think it would be nice to not overthink things for a while.

Your job as a barista just makes you sick. All day long you have to deal with know-it-alls who think they're the rulers of the galaxy. Or at least the next Elon Musk. Most of them are definitely as big of assholes as he is. Tired of it? Okay, that's what I'm here for.

The customer is standing in front of you and wants something with flat and white and latte. You have no idea what he wants. You hardly understand his language. What are you doing here anyway? Shit, you wanted to go to the park… But what did you want in the park now?

Shit, you're as dumb as a brick. What are you going to do in the park, bro? Work out on the pull-up bar and pick up daddies to pay for your next protein shake. And a gym membership. What was that about ‘not overthinking things for a while’? Dude, you'd be lucky if you remembered to breathe!

Alex Lederman

Pecs. I love them.

People who can transform into other people tend to have one part of a body they love. For me, dicks are cliché and ass is boring. I could see why people would like feet but I'm not that type of guy. But pecs. Sweet, sweet pectoralis major - the largest and superior muscle on the chest wall, that's where the gold is at.

Whenever I transform into other people, my pecs are the first thing I change. The feeling of having your man-boobs stretch and get filled with dense muscles is one of the most euphoric feelings a man could feel. Oh, the joy of waking up knowing that you can grab and squeeze both jigglers.

Most of the time, I like to keep them hairy. For me, hair in your chest exudes brimming manly strength. I like to cop a feel for my pecs and feel the light bristles of my hair run between my fingers. It's kind of therapeutic when I do that. Whenever I show them to other people, they either get intimidated or infatuated. I like both, but the latter gets you several invitations to the bedroom. When I do get invited, I always make sure to have my pecs satisfied.

Although, there are times when I like the absence of hair. I assume it's a placebo, but I'm more sensitive when I lack hair. I moan immediately when someone's finger explores my pecs and nipples. How I'd squirm when they circled my areolas. Or how I'd get to my knees when their tongue prods my nipples.

To make the best of both worlds, I like to keep a tiny patch of hair just between the two breasts. Such big and magnificent pectoralis pairs pretty well with a manly bearded face.

It's always fun saying, "Hey, my eyes are up here," whenever someone stares at my rack. I love it more when I grab their hands and tell them that it's okay to squeeze them. The fluster on their faces is always a priceless thing to see.

So, yeah. I'm the pecs guy. I love it. I'm practically obsessed with it. I don't think I'll ever change, and that's a good thing.

Any Given Sunday

James's stomach cramps. He clenches his soft gut in pained pleasure as it gurgles, and he can feel ... abs start to indent themselves on his stomach. When he lifts up his shirt to examine his stomach, a deep, sunkissed tan starts forming around his belly button, which is swirling with dark, black hair. He feels an all too familiar heat blanket his body as he starts to sweat.

He sits bolt upright in bed.

He forgot!

It's SUNDAY!

Jaden's voice comes through loud and clear. James's stomach sinks inwards, the fat redistributing to his flat chest and bloating his non-existent pecs and small nipples simultaneously. He bites his lip to stifle a moan as he feels the beginnings of Jaden's pillowy pecs start mounting on his chest.

Jaden please - ugh - just this one - FUCK!

His abs stretch larger against the skin and he moans and groans as his pecs inflate larger, jiggling as his back arches. An Adonis belt carves a path straight to his hardening cock.

Sorry lil bro but you know I gotta watch the game.

Jaden's abs pop and settle into place. His nipples stop growing as his pecs do one final push, all the muscle and fat flexing and bloating and stretching the skin, and put an immense amount of strain on his sleep shirt. He's still in his pajama pants, his cock pulsing and twitching against the rough fabric. His balls fill to the brim, their massive print visible through the fabric. His armpits tickle as a burst of Jaden's dark pit hair grows out. His body odor, tame and mild at first, is starting to get stronger. Jaden always smells like he's just gotten done with a workout.

"Fu - Fuck!"

His voice deepens into Jaden's, cracking and dropping a full octave lower, becoming deeply seductive. James struggles to catch his breath as he begins to feel the first telltale signs of himself slipping away and being replaced by Jaden. The dull buzzing haze of horniness and perfect, jock himbo stupidity begin carpeting his brain as Jaden makes his presence more and more known.

Can I - mmph - can I take my clothes off - huff - first?

Thought you'd never ask broski.

James closes his eyes as he feels his hands strip off his sweaty shirt. The tan sweeps upwards and covers his pecs, makes them grow a little bit bigger. Ja..den's pec tickles as the first of his tattoos forms and inks itself across his chest. James's hands squeeze and play with his tits, making his cock pulse harder and teasing out the first inch of growth in his below average cock. He's moaning extremely loud. He knows Jaden doesn't care if his neighbors hear him basically screaming.

You just - you just like hearing me moan, don't you?

Jaden laughs. He could just let James go right now because the pleasure is so intense. His shoulders broaden as his tan takes over James's pasty white skin. His arms bloat with muscle and fat as more tattoos inch their way across his biceps, thicker neck and shoulders, those traps which seem to try to split the skin as they grow along with his massive back which stretches James taller to Jaden's even 6 feet. Jaden takes this opportunity with James's bloating, expanding hands to tweak and pull his nipples, causing James, who still has control over his vocal cords, to cry out and writhe on the edge of his bed.

Nothing turns me on more bro.

He throws his arms behind his head and flexes his strong abs. His powerful musk fills James's room. His forearms crack and expand as James groans in pleasure. His face pops and shifts, nose expanding and lips filling with delectable fat. Dick-sucking lips, as Jaden would call them. And Jaden sucks a lot of dick. The widening tongue shows that Jaden will also dabble in some pussy if he gets the chance. James may be strictly gay but Jaden will fuck anything that'll let him. One cannot be this horny without looking for any avenue of release.

His hair shaves itself into Jaden's buzz cut, the hair receding back into his scalp. Jaden is one fine motherfucker. Sometimes he forgets this fact but one look at his reflection in the TV screen reminds him, and he winks. His upper body piles on more mass and muscle and James's moans become more feverish and desperate.

Jaden, I don't think - I don't think I can take anymore.

We're almost done little bro.

His hands finish growing and his forearms become blanketed with his thick hair. His fingers lengthen across the back of his shaved head as the last of his tattoos ink themselves on James's fingers. He slides off James's ugly striped pajama pants as his pubes start growing thick and dense, a scraggly forest. Sweaty and the nexus of all that musk that Jaden's producing. His cock springs up, hard and dripping, leaking pre all down the shaft and lubricating the swollen head. His balls have finished growing and are huge, apparent in everything Jaden will wear.

Much like his cock.

But first.

How am I smelling bro?

So ... fucking .. good.

He flexes his strong biceps, the muscles rolling around like boulders beneath the taut skin, and buries his nose in his pit, letting James be overcome by the smell, as he starts fucking James's cock into his fist and teasing out the growth he needs. He needs to make that cock 9.5 inches. He jerks off as he makes out with his huge bicep, his cock stretching along his palm. Those 5 inches straining and bloating into 6 inches within seconds. James's flat ass bloating and fattening up into Jaden's bubble butt, that sways and jiggles, and bounces with every step. He can twerk too. A party trick that sends whatever is left of James after every transformation into overdrive. James doesn't like it when Jaden goes to football parties, worried about Jaden spreading this ... whatever you want to call it to other people. Jaden promises to always pull out, never shoot down someone's throat or in their ass (or pussy). But sometimes Jaden is extremely forgetful. James too, especially when Football Sunday -

"James? You okay in there? You left your door unlocked!"

It's Eli.

Exhibit B of his forgetfulness, that pre-Sunday fog: he forgot Eli was coming over too.

You .. fucking .. asshole!

Jaden dumbly chuckles as James's ass continues bloating and stretching. His cock crests at 7.5 inches. Jaden brings his hands down and squeezes his ass, squishing it and feeling the fat, soft cheeks. It finishes growing as he thrusts upwards, the ass jiggling and clapping together, his hole gaining in sensitivity and sprouting more of those musky hairs.

James's thighs inflate next, the tan spreading downwards as more dark hair swirls and grows. His thighs clench together as they touch his balls, the calves becoming strong and dense with muscle.

"What is that smell?"

Jaden wrests control from James as he takes his hands off his still growing cock - 8.5 now! James could scream at him if he could. They're so close! - and leans back. James's room smells strongly of Jaden as the tan finally hits the last part of James's body. His feet crack and expand, stretching across the hardwood floor and gaining sensitivity, making Jaden shudder and groan as they drag across the cold floor.

"It's me bro!"

Eli opens the door.

You didn't tell me your friend was so cute.

The twunk looks absolutely captivated by the big man on the bed where his friend should be. He sees the man's cock gain the last inch and a half needed, his feet growing to size 13s, big enough to rip through any of James's shoes. Eli watches the big man move and grab a baseball cap and a football, and in doing so, a direct blast of musk comes out of his hairy armpits. He's so hot. He sees James's clothes on the floor. Then he swings his eyes back to the naked jock, cock swinging and spitting webs of pre everywhere, and turns on the TV to the football game. His fat ass sways and jiggles as he walks. His body is powerful and bulky. When the football game begins playing, something clicks in Eli's head.

"You're Jaden?"

"That's me bro. Jamesy told you about me huh?"

Eli only nods as Jaden flexes his massive biceps. Rubs his perfect, pillowy pecs. This self worship session sends lightning bolts of pleasure to his dull brain. James is long gone. Relegated to a back seat viewing. But he feels everything. Not as intense as Jaden is feeling, his cock twitching and bouncing, his hormones kicking into high gear, but he still moans inside of Jaden's head as he worships himself. Eli tries to think of something to say, anything, but his brain is fogging up with horniness and not the alarm bells that should be ringing as his cock hardens in his sweatpants. The print is obvious. Eli has felt horny but this feels different. It's like he's thinking more head on his cock than the head on his shoulders. Jaden sees it and flexes harder. Worships himself with more intent and lets loose a few deep groans.

"I don't know what y'all were planning on doing, but we can watch the game together since you're here."

"Can I please suck your cock?"

Eli blushes. He didn't mean to say that out loud.

Jaden smirks. His cock like steel and at the ready.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Eli stumbles to the massive man. Before he can go down to the prize, that massive, throbbing cock, Jaden pulls him up for a kiss. It's rough, and deep, and intense, and Eli turns into warm pudding, literally melting against the big man and squeezing his soft pecs, which only makes the big man moan and kiss him harder. And then those large masculine hands are on his head and pushing him down, his mouth wide open and accepting the musky cock in his mouth.

For some reason it's like he's being fucked in the ass by the guy as Eli bobs up and down on his cock, sucking him desperately. Milking him really. His smelly pubes brush up against his nose. He's sucking Jaden off expertly. Jaden moans and groans - the sensation intensified by him playing with his huge, swollen nipples - and he combs his fingers through Eli's hair and pushes him down, big powerful thighs thrusting his cock up and deep into Eli's throat, ass flexing and jiggling and sagging below him.

Jaden watches the game as Eli sucks him off. He's not going to pull out. He's always been curious/wanting another bro to watch a football game with on Sundays. It's a little boring sometimes to just fuck his fist or one of his many toys every five minutes, which is why he leaves to go to parties. He has all of Sunday at his disposal. He expects the small part of James to protest, fight him.

But he doesn't.

Maybe he wants to see what will happen too.

Jaden erupts like a geyser. He holds Eli's head down as he pumps load after load into Eli's throat. Eli blows his own load in his sweatpants, cock untouched and just rock solid in his pants. He cums more than he expects, soaking through his underwear as a few stains appear on his pants. Jaden groans and moans, mouth wide open as his deep voice fills the room. Shit he should edge more often.

When he finally stops and Eli pulls off with a slick pop, Jaden notices a dark patch of something on Eli's face.

It's the beginnings of a beard.

"My face feels itchy."

Eli's voice is already deepening, a dullness seeping into his once intelligent sounding voice. His beard blooms across his face.

He picks Eli up and places him on the bed as he looks down and sees Eli's nipples harden, fattening against his polo shirt. His cock strains harder against his sweatpants, that wet spot growing into a veritable puddle. Jaden tears it off, Eli moaning in shock and pure arousal as his chest begins expanding. The sensation of whatever fat is on his body filling his growing pecs, the muscles expanding in every direction as his muscular cleavage becomes cavernous, is doubly intense by Jaden's massive hands massaging those growing muscle tits. Dark hair swirls around his nipples and blankets the smooth skin.

"What's happening to me bro?"

Jaden kisses the changing man on his fat lips. Eli's strengthening arms clutching onto Jaden's broad back.

Whatever is left of James smiles contently. Now Jaden won't ever complain about Sundays being boring again.

And you know what? James can't help but agree.

Another best transformation of male to male

The White Vest

Alex was nervous as he looked around the store. He'd never been in this place before, but given it was located away from the main shopping area he thought it would quiet, and therefore, the perfect place to try something on that he would normally be too embarrassed to pick up.

A couple of months ago Alex had got the courage to join a gym. He had always been a skinny guy and still struggled lifting even the lightest dumbbells, but he dreamed that one day he would look like the gym regulars who packed out their shirts with solid muscle. In particular there was one guy who always wore a vest top that fit tightly to his body and showed off the most amazing shoulders. That guy was Alex's gym crush and he would try and steal glances at him whenever he could.

So today Alex wanted to see what he would look like in a vest. He had never worn one before and knew it would probably look terrible on him given his small arms and non-existent shoulders. He hoped, though, that he'd been able to make enough progress to at least see some sort of difference.

The store was quiet, just as Alex had hoped. Other than the man working on the till there was no one else there to pass judgement on him as he hovered near the rack of vests. He knew he was being silly, lots of people even skinnier than him wore vests all the time, but Alex wasn't one of those people. He'd never expressed himself with his clothing so the idea of even trying on something like a vest felt crazy to him.

When Alex thought he wasn't being watched he reached out and grabbed the smallest vest he could find and placed it among a couple of other shirts he'd picked up, but really it was only the vest that he wanted to try on. He quickly made his way to the fitting room and breathed out in relief once he had locked the door.

The fitting room was a lot larger than Alex had been expecting, a lot more room than those at the big brand shops he normally went to. In fact the whole store seemed a bit odd given it was a decent size but yet completely empty. He didn't worry much about that though as he quickly took his shirt off and stood looking at himself in one of the mirrors.

Alex had a little hair on his chest, it was one of the few masculine features that he had. The rest of his body was still as skinny as ever. He reached down for the vest and knew it was going to look wrong on him. He hadn't been able to find a small, so it was already a size too large but there was something comforting in the softness of the fabric that made him still want to try it on. As he slipped it over his head, however, he felt the sadness that he know was bound to come. He was just a skinny guy in an oversized vest.

Alex tried to find some sort of positive, he didn't look terrible, but he couldn't think of anything he liked. He realised the last thing he should be doing was exposing his shoulders and arms. The way that the vest just hung loosely down his chest only made him more conscious of how skinny he was, and the chest hair that was showing just looked wrong.

There was one thing that Alex has now sure of, and it was that he would never look good in a vest. There was no way he would ever be able to put on enough muscle to look okay in one, let alone look good. He really had no idea what had made him think that there was even a chance that it might look good on him.

The sadness Alex felt started to turn to a sort of anger, a rage for putting himself through this. In fact he didn't really know what he was feeling. He tried to calm himself down but he just seemed to be getting more worked up. A sort of warm energy was building in his chest which Alex didn't know what to do with. The warmth was only growing and seemed to be coming from wherever the vest was touching his skin.

For a moment Alex didn't know what to do, and then he realised he was holding his breath so he made a conscious effort to breath out deeply. As he did so his whole body just seemed to relax with the energy in his chest rushing out and filling up his body. It felt unlike anything Alex had experienced before, but as he finished breathing out he knew he was already feeling a lot calmer and whatever anxiety he'd felt was over.

Alex didn't know what had come over him. He took another look at himself in the mirror and he wasn't sure what he had to be anxious about. He loved how the vest he was trying on fit snuggly against his chest really showing off his gains. He also liked that the vest was cut deep enough to show off just the right amount of his fur. He'd tried shaving his chest in the past, but would never do that again, his fur and his beard were the things that made his look complete.

Alex looked down at the t-shirt that he had entered the store wearing and knew he couldn't put it back on - he hated the thought of covering up his shoulders and arms again. So he just walked out of the fitting room still wearing the vest. Turns out the guy at the till didn't mind at all, he was the owner of the place and had had a feeling he might want to buy the vest so had already gone ahead and set up the till accordingly.

As Alex walked out into the street the owner smiled at the thought of another happy customer. He'd been a bit worried when the guy had taken the vest off the rack and covered it with some other clothes. The store didn't like shoplifters, but the guy had looked kind enough when he had come in, so the owner was glad everything had worked out perfectly.

Zac Smith.