"What, you mean this dick, Francis?" he asked. His voice a low purr. Confident, seductive, hungry. It sent a
shiver up my spine to hear it. Nate ran a thumb down the nine-inch length. His big dick pulsed happily in
response.
I couldn't help myself - I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him towards me, and we shared the hottest kiss
I'd ever had. We stripped each other's tops, his muscle tee and my regular old buttoned shirt tossed on the
floor. Quickly his shorts and my jeans followed.
"Ooh yeah, you love this big dick don't you Francis, and this huge muscled bod?" Nate purred at me, flexing
gently while we kissed.
"You know I do Nate. I'm so glad you decided to start coming to the gym with me...maybe one day you'll reach
my size!"
The words slipped out before I'd even realised what I said. I felt this warm sensation spreading through my
whole body - it was magical, like I was cumming all the time. I felt any fat melting off my body and being
replaced with rock hard muscle. My pecs now obscured my view downwards and I could barely see my toes, they
lay big and heavy, brushing the tops of my ridged 8-pack abs. My arms were pushed out to the sides by my
colossal lats, my delts were like bowling balls under paper-thin skin. My biceps were at least 21" too, fuck
they made me hot. My legs were like solid tree-trunks, and my ass hard and firm. If Nate was 200lbs, I was at
least 250.
Hang on, I thought, since when did I know what my weight would be? How did I know the names of all those
muscles? I realised then that I'd not only changed my body, I'd also acquired the memories of this life too. I
remembered joining a gym at the start of college, working really hard at it and pressuring Nate to come join
me because I knew he'd look hot with muscle on his scrawny frame. So he'd joined me, I'd told him what
exercises to do and what supplements to use, and we both grew. I loved showing off my huge body - I remembered
walking down the street without a shirt in the height of summer and everyone stared, and I fucking loved it.
"One day, maybe!" Nate said while we continued kissing. Then he broke it, stood up and waved his dick in my
face, saying "So how do you fancy blowing on my nice cock Francis?"
"I can do Nate, but I know how much you love sucking cock..."
Again, I didn't know until the words slipped out of my mouth that I'd even said anything. But fuck am I glad I
did. Nate immediately wrapped his lips around my cock, and fuck me if he wasn't a pro cocksucker. In this life
he'd obviously had plenty of practice. It took all my strength not to cum there and then, his tongue was doing
magical things to my dick, He was obviously enjoying it too, moaning like he was the one getting fucked, not
me.
As Nate was so talented, it took only a few minutes of this for me to blow my load right into his mouth. We
both moaned with pleasure at this, it was the best orgasm I'd ever had, and Nate...well, Nate just loved cum.
He looked me in the eye while he swallowed it all, and kept sucking on my dick until I was bone dry.
I collapsed on the sofa, and he lay on me, nuzzling his head against my massive pecs. I realised this was
normal for us: it felt right and familiar. While we were still calming down I took the opportunity to meditate
on what I'd accomplished in my short career of changing reality. I'd changed Nate from a straight athletic guy
into a hung, muscled, horny, gay bottom bitch. And I'd changed me from being my old, boring self into a
bronzed muscle top. Not bad for an afternoon's work.
"Oh Francis," Nate purred in his deep voice, which again set my cock stirring, "That was so hot."
Ugh, I'd always hated that name. Well, one more change wouldn't hurt.
"Call me Brad," I murmured.