“Found them~!”
Noel slurred in his lisp, clutching those yellow binoculars with his fingers as he adjusted them just to see if everything was crystal clear, “Everything seems fine...”going around a hundred and eighty degrees and-
“Tryin’ to spy on REAL MEN are you bro?! Christ gonna set you STRAIGHT!”
An extremely tall, American/Cuban man grabbed ahold of his wetsuit, anger flared in his nostrils as he snorted great tuffs of warm air at the lips of the homosexual Twink.
Noel winced, hating when he and his brother got bullied and grabbed ahold like that. But deep down, he actually kinda liked it, he wanted to be roughhoused by those big strong jocks, both short and tall-especially those religious ones thinking being gay is all in one’s mind.
‘Oh! But Asians are more of my thing than Cuban...he’s hot though!’
He thought, as his throbbing member arose with every inch he is hovered over the ground.
Not even realizing the ‘What can I say? Kinky!’ fantasies in his head will soon turn into reality.
With every second as his member extended, tanning up an oriental hue as well as growing proportionately longer as the curse roots in his deepest desires. Remaining long and hard as in a moments time-a flood of new desires will kick in-
“RYAN DUDE! WE GOTTA PRACTICE!”
“RIGHT! SORRY BRAH!”
The christian jock tossed the binoculars into the air, dropping the homo with a THUD! As he immediately slipped on his prized basketball sneakers, with the initials CHS on them as though those were gifted by a preparatory school.
And with a DASH-The cuban jock left the locker room with his bud Lucas, they had to practice before they get tutored...’Wait? How did I know that-‘
SNATCH!
Despite on the ground, his arm extended with incredible reflexes and surprisingly-catching it, despite not being clumsy pretty often. He even dropped his cellphone in the toilet a few days ago.
HYUMP!
He got up, almost instantly like a burst of energy soared through his skin. Member still throbbing due to the encounter, though not really at the fact of being dominated...but rather like...he’s one with his bros. Like they shared a common interest as the words from the Ryan echoed in his mind...
“Christ gonna set you STRAIGHT!”
And for some reason...he agreed with that...and wanted that, as walked out of the locker room-not even noticing his swaggering gait that overtook his gay swish he embraced before.
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“You okay there Brother?”
“Nothin’ Wrong Bro...” Noel spoke, his voice lowering as he slurred, scratching the expanding lump on his throat as he gave his brother a firm pat on the back. “Everything’s fine man, let’s continue operation babe hunt.”
Not realizing he did a really bro-like gesture, patting a fellow on the back, in which he won’t normally do. OR that his speech pattern was different, or the growing and darkening fingers he is now possessing.
Noel felt really uncomfortable the moment he had to sit next to his twin again...despite always being best buds for years, almost immediately after the encounter with that St John Catholic High School Jock, he felt like....he needed to set his bro straight.
“Alright! Gosh...isn’t he such a cutie though?”
“Yeah man...totally...”
His body shivered as he remarked, like it was questioning the growing ounces of masculinity that took root in his system, as well as his parents’ scientific and healthcare teachings on how the natural order was male and female-designed to reproduce...
Noel actually thought about these teachings and thoughts entering into him...strange thinkings from someone who is so pro-gay...but the more he listened to them. He could only nod and agree, too bad his twin was so oblivious due to his obsession with the dumb jock, giggling as he peered over those binoculars.
‘Jock yes, Dumb-No’
A tempting, frat boyish voice echoed within his head which...sounded like his own? Not his current voice but rather...his true voice. A voice of brashness yet with intelligence.
He glanced at the short fellow his twin ogled over, and felt...really uninterested. Like it was not cool to stalk another bro at the gym like this, and instead of gushing over the shorter male-he began to examine the way the man lifted, his interest rekindled once more-but not out of gay admiration but rather.
‘Sportsmanship’
“The dude’s workout routine really is outstanding....”
“Yeah the way he flexes his muscles is sooo hot~!”
Ignoring the last comment made by Brett, and almost like time is fast forwarding itself, he began to replicate the movements with invisible equipment and barbells attached to his palms. Mesmerized as he fell into a trance while his body did the work.
‘GOOD JOB BRAH!’
‘HELL YEAH BRUH!’
‘DO CHRIST PROUD MAN!’
His eyes awoke in the trance, seeing himself lifting weights as those Christian Bros from earlier cheer him on. Would always cheer him on as his physical body lifted those weights, his biceps swelled as though they have been doing it for a century, tightly rebelling against the confines of the wetsuit of that he wore.
At first the thought of Christian men being his main confidants shocked him, but as they began to holler and shout he could only agree, and agree.
His muscles swelled, arms making gestures like they are lifting invisible weights as he whistled. Pumping iron into his stronger arms as his wet suit RIPPED at his wrists-onto the start of those nimble bulges.
Fingers fiddling around with the ripped bits, cracking larger as the materials shrunk and latched itself onto his wrist, exposing his muscular arms wide open as they immediately changed hue-into a darkish olive tan which screams yellow being bathed in the sun until its a perfect crust.
The right looping on it as it shifted from rubber to a cotton sweatband, the left became a metallic configuration formatting at the front-here comes the new sports watch for the Asian Athlete.
‘Asian Athlete’
That name rung in his head, like a stereotype and classification. Hands gripping open and closed, as the grew in roughness and lacked manicures. Now more accustomed to workouts than solo jack off lessons.
‘Jacking off ain’t cool bro.’
‘Why Jack off when Chicks are so much better?’
The two Christian bros placed their strong firm palms on his shoulders as a holy warmth is transmitted. Almost like medicine that melts away the femininity and gayness, replacing with firm beliefs, masculinity and bro-ship that Noel secretly longed for.
‘They are my bros’
Piles of memories placed in his head, best buds and former captain of St John’s Basketball team before he graduated and his bros stayed behind. Always keeping in touch in their Church alongside their other bros and favorite youth ministry leader, Lennard.
As that memory came into place, his slouched-submissive back SNAPPED firm and strong into existence as he PAT his bros back’s with his very own strong palms. Accustomed to being one with his bros, bouncing basketballs and bouncing boobs.
‘Heh, boobs’
His shoulders widened as the rippling muscle echoed onto his back STRETCHED his growing spinal chords. The remaining bits of the top part of the wetsuit barely holding his figure in place.
Raising upward as his legs kicked forward and wide, approximately at equal height to the Cubans as though he was their third triplet-except the fact he was very different.
And very different he is to become-as Brett was too gushy to even think about his changing twin...wait he had a twin? Oblivious as the man next to him began his intense workout next to him, imitating his Christian bros in his vision as though they were doing it alongside him.
SQUATS, starting off as his knees pushed the boundaries. Physically wobbling before rippling codes of muscle of intense training as the basketball captain-and now up and running Calisthenics Leader in College. Lean and firm like one who could easily dash and dodge enemy attacks on the soccer field, and one who could easily score hoops over and over.
And if he could dash-he needed great feet. Which SNAPPED his old sandal tops, itching to run and go for an early morning jog as they too-bathed in olive. Echoing a couple of sizes larger like those of a runner-as the base of the sandals wrapped up onto the top, multiple laces forming over those size 12s as the former strap turned into cotton and cocooned his sprint-loving asian feet. A plain white hue with a blue base took over, docking his pair of Jordans he loved to wear during his routinely jogging routine, gym routine and many others.
With so many routines, it was no longer he had multiple sports scholarships with those muscular thighs of his, which RIPPED the bottom half of the wetsuit, exposing his milky white skin mixed with Asian muscle.
That was a no-no.
The ripped bottom pieces of rubber alongside his knees evaporated away like his gayness. Those moderately hairy-yet well-groomed and maintained legs were to die for, which was how hard the asian athlete pushed himself daily.
His thighs swelled as his butt pushed out dominantly, as the material of the behind became less rubbery-yet maintaining the elastic firmness which pressed tightly against his un-pierced tanned ass. Hole shrinking with a strong bubble-butt dominance that ladies can barely resist smacking.
His member, still 9-inches erect and considerably long for an asian-yes asian. His balls churning with straight serum, as the member strained tightly against those briefs-leaking precum as those juices tightened up the tighty-whities into a men’s jockstrap.
The member tanned itself up as its girth moderately thickened-a healthy one for a son of a former army man. As the front turned black with a multitude of grey fatigues-and the ripped bits sealed up-pressed against his firm thighs into a pair of gym shorts with the words US ARMY engraved at the bottom right corner.
“Fifty” He calculated, in a uniformed routinely fashion, excelling in the first set in 10 seconds. Almost instantly as he spoke, life came out of his tongue as his lean gymnastic teenager legs of his echoed the same olive as his arms. ‘Perfect’ He spoke, the Chang family always prided on excellence.
‘Chang family?’
‘Yes...my family’
Competition mixed with Bro-ness, he headed onto his second phase as a stopwatch was pressed by a couple of men. The other two cubans already on their way doing it as multiple thoughts echoed Noel’s head.
‘Science’
‘Discipline’
‘Respect’
‘Authority’
PUSH UP: His strong arms and legs began pushing it up and down-like the three years he was in the US army as he heard the commanding voice of his drill sergeant-mixed with his father’s voice. Having trained his son well in the ways of a straight man who listened to orders well.
Ironically, while Noel liked to be dominated-the new asian-coming male did not enjoy it. Sure he was respectful but he is an ASIAN! He is supposed to be the top! He did not spend three years in the army just to remain as a mere recruit!
His body sweat, expelling the caucasian gayness as it drenched the remaining rubbery wetsuit fabric which turned polyester. Multitude of intense workouts was his style-which was why he joined commando. Very macho as those caucasians-, he very decent, specially those firm squared pecs that rivalled those of which his father had when he was younger, and his washboard eight pack which echoed of a hardcore gymnast.
‘Damn...Im hot’
‘The ladies are hotter though...! Sweet!’
Gaining love and appreciation for himself, his olive-basked physical body took hold as his pectorals ballooned out into a domineering V shape, begging for ladies to caress him-nipples hardened and perked up as his overly muscular figure tightened against the barely-holding on rubber.
His core thinned out in diameter slightly, like a male equivalent of a female’s hour glass figure as cobblestones of abs POP! out strongly and simultaneously like popcorn kernels at a movie...not that his diet would permit that. Not cause of modelling due to respecting his father’s anti-gay industry wishes, but agreed with the camp diet as well as what his parents fed him for centuries.
Etching the perfect figure for an army commando and lieutenant, whom only took a temporary break due to college schooling, his clothes, now polyester as it being material for the gymnast, as it stretched and hugged his buff, very muscular frame but flexible strongly, suiting into a plain white shirt with...something.
Something’s missing...for now.
‘Hey there big boy’
‘You’re so hot lieutenant Chang~’
‘Be my sugar daddy will you~!’
“Fuck man...” Rubbing his eyes, vision getting blurry as a result of his new heritage. Them epicanthic folds diminishing every second as his face blushed in complete arousal. The third face and workout is about to start, the curse giving him a teaser of-
OPERATION BABE HUNT!
His neck widened in proportion to his V-shaped figure, as the voice creaked and cracked into a dumb bro sounding kind of voice, a frat boy-esque slang despite being an intelligent male. What can he say-he was fit to be a MAN, plus it always throws the enemy off guard when they realise his perfect GPA.
“Oh mi Gawd so hotttttttt!”
SNAPPED! Out of his workout, Lieutenant Chang glanced at the left-a fucking pussy who took his binoculars. Yet...with a little strength, the old Noel restrained the hunksicle self from harming him, politely generating the asian genes with a-
“Let me borrow the binoculars for a min dude...” He snatched the binoculars from the faggot next to him, quite rude but considering he was about to beat the shit out of the gay, it was respectful.
The binoculars, held by his manly fingers, scouted the perimeter for any babes, spotting them as he zoomed in. Licking his lips as they became thinner, flashing those pearly whites as his teeth became perfect, a winning smile for a ladies’ man like him.
Adjusting the lens, trying his best to zoom it but it got jacked up as he HIT HIT HIT! The binoculars against the floor, machinery falling out and vanishing as what remained was two lens and a metallic frame which held the two together. Sliding to the sides of his ears, his rounded prescription glasses took hold, supporting his vision as he peered and giggled sheepishly at the babe talking with her boyfriend.
‘Fuck, he’s hotter than that fucker is..!’
“Oh mi gawd! Gimme back! He was getting to the good parttttttt!” Consistent whining and gripping, the second year Biotechnology major just PUSHED! The gay back, flaring in anger as he sarcastically responded.
“Eh! C’mon don’t be such a PUSSY bout’ it!”
RIIIIIIP! Goes the medium length of his blonde mess, fingertips gripping it in rage-body controlled by an overwhelming dose of testosterone, now laced with homophobia and jock cockiness. The remaining bits of torn-out hair were shaving off the back and sides, as the bangs retracted greatly as as to leave a messy but short top, appropriate for a male whose more obsessed with working out than looks-cause he looks good naturally without any gay makeup anyways.
‘Real raw, real man’
The colour of his hair turned deep black as the strands became STRAIGHT like his sexuality. His face etched a complete olive as his ears and nose pulled up prominently, cheekbones rising into a seductive smirk as his face became angular and sharp. Firm and clean shaven with stubble appearing around his upper lip and prominent chin.
“Sides! They were mine to begin with! And I need to be hittin’ up some chicks before the fags start thinkin’ I’m-“
Glancing at the gay twink in front of him. A FUCKING PUSSY was what he wanted to yell-but his old mind recoiled barely. Memories of breaking up fags, setting them straight and FUCKING PUSSY instead of being a fucking pussy was so strong...he had to set him straight....he had to-
“DA FUCK!”
The new straight hunk pushed his ex-gay friend onto the floor. Wiping off the homosexual germs onto his shirt as it vomited black, the germs had to bow down and submit to the drunk shirt, overwhelmed with the newly manly-heterosexuality of its wearer.
The black paints trailed on its own, quickly focusing uniformly-starting at his diaphragm as it went top to bottom, left and right like a quick swipe of a huge paint brush. A printed-over black cross painted design over it.
Rekindling his faith in himself and gaining a new kind, his eyebrows arched black as his blue eyes melted into an asian blackish dark brown. The new man knew God would settle his case, as the asian smirked in his new sense of confidence as two hollering yells echoed at him.
“YO LIEUTENANT SIR! FORGET BOUT’ EM!”
“YEAH CAP’N! GYM BABES TO THE RIGHT!!!”
“COMING BRAHS!”
With that boisterous yell and realisation , Joel Chang got up and immediately headed towards his bros on auto-pilot. Not wanting to even bother setting that gay straight, Jesus will do it for him, but now he’s gotta go babe hunting-STAT!
Swaggering towards the gym goers, a bunch of hotties being hit on by beta faggots-heh!Joel sneered at his fellow Christian athletes as they grinned back and fellowed in pursuit, knowing the three of them are bout’ to score big time ta’night!
Bros at youth camp, and nothing’s stopping any of em when it comes to OPERATION BABE HUNT! Sure sportsmanship is important in the big leagues, but when it comes to love...
There is no fair game, only aggression and whose the manlier man.