"Thanks so much Zinger, you always know how to make me feel better," Torp said, and kissed Zinger lightly on the lips. Truth was, he'd been in love with Zinger since he'd first met him but if he wanted to stay in the frat he could never tell him. So he told him in small little platonic ways. "I love you man."
Zinger felt stung by the kiss. Was this the right choice? Was he--it was too late. Torpedo had grabbed the beer and was already downing it. Zinger felt the urge to knock it out of his hands but the new Torpedo was a drinking pro. The beer was knocked back in no time flat.
Torpedo stood up, looking disoriented. The beer fell from his hands.
"You okay dude?" Zinger said, concerned. Torpedo just shook his head back and forth, and then fell to the ground in apparent pain. Zinger fell down beside him and was amazed as Torpedo simply began to develop. His bones cracked as his frame expanded outward and upward. He quickly reached a new height of 6'4", passing Zinger by far. His feet elongated too, as did his already monster cock, gaining three inches to complete a 12"er. Pound after pound filled out Torpedo's once wiry frame until he became a mix of extremes, part dancer and bouncer. A football player with a body any model would be murderously envious of. Not an ounce of fat on his impressive, dominating bulk.
His face changed too. It moved past cute to handsome to complete fucking stud. His face alone would make any boy weak in the knees regardless of the body of the juggernaut underneath it. His eyes narrowed, became more dominating, and he developed more of a swagger, and air of confidence different from the one he had before. This was a Torpedo who owned the room, the world, and knew it. He was a prince, a gift, and he expected to be treated like one.
As soon as it began it was over. Torpedo stood up, new clothes forming on his body--designer boxer briefs. Zinger thought with a bit of queasiness that this was someone who only wore designer threads.
Torpedo flexed a well muscled arm and scratched his brick wall of pecs. He said "What was I doing...?" After a moment he seemed to realize. "Oh yeah, 'big brother'" he said this with a bit of sarcasm, and grabbed Zinger. He pressed Zinger against his body and looked down at him fiercely. Zinger rarely looked up at anyone and suddenly felt strange, weak. "I came in here with my top 10 reasons why I" he grabbed Zinger's ass "Should be topping this." Then he slowly lowered his underwear. "Reason number one."
Torpedo's penis was GLORIOUS. It was enormous and it was thick and it had an aura all its own, as if it too demanded to be submitted to. Zinger felt his mouth watering, as if some cosmic force were compelling him to suck it. He began to fall to his knees when somehow, someway, he caught hold of himself.
"No--NO! Sorry man. I am not going to break the sacred brothers bond. It wouldn't be... right." He concluded sadly, remembering the old Torpedo. "Besides, we're both tops."
Torpedo arched an eyebrow. It only made him look sexier. "Fine, if that's the way you want it. You'll submit eventually. Especially after this." He leaned in and kissed Zinger roughly, and Zinger found himself unable to resist. He was lost from that kiss. He knew that he would do anything Torp wanted now. He was practically begging for it.
But Torp was playing the game now. He was the biggest stud on campus, the QB here on a full ride wanted by every team in the country. He would get what he wanted when Zinger came to him on his knees. He turned and walked away leaving Zinger feeling conflicted.