Fixing up a new bro

    “What day is it, bro?” asked Brad impatiently.

    “It’s Tuesday, Brad,”  Jimmy smirked, trying to contain his laughter.

    “How many days is that from Friday?”  he continued dumbly.

    “It’s three days, Brad,” Jimmy couldn’t continue to hold in his laughter.

    “Ugh, thanks bro,” mumbled Brad, before jumping back on his couch and sulking.

    Jimmy smiled as he watched his hulking brute of a roommate wonder back to the couch. Jimmy found Brad to be oddly cute. He couldn’t tell if it was his muscled body that he spent days in the gym building for football practice or his simple-minded naivety. Either way, Jimmy found him hot.

    Jimmy went back to his laptop and continued studying. Brad sat on his phone, probably looking for hot babes to bang or for any local parties. Jimmy felt slight disappointment realising that he would never get to screw or be with Brad. Even though Brad and his bros sucked and fucked each other, they never thought it was gay. They always made some excuse or sanctified it by saying “no homo”, as if it made everything they did, not gay.

    On weekends they would go out clubbing and smash ‘puss’ as they described it, but they made it sound as if it was some legendary military conquest. These disgusting acts reminded Jimmy of why Brad wasn’t his friend. As cute and dumb as Brad was, he was still a toxically masculine, grade douche bag, who viewed women as nothing more than achievements to be subdued.

    Brad threw his phone at a cushion on the couch and mumbled again. He was visibly bored as he had nothing to do for a week since training had been cancelled. He reached out to grab his cigs, but Jimmy gave a disapproving look. Jimmy hated it when Brad smoked as he found the smell to be disgusting.

    Brad continued to scan around the room for activities to do. He looked to his Xbox, his one and only friend in the apartment that he wasted his hours away on. But alas, his bros weren’t here and it would get boring fast without them.

    “Jimmy, Do you want to play some Call of Duty with me? Please,” Brad yelled at the ceiling. Jimmy had no interest in games. He thought they were useless trash that served no purpose other than to glorify war.

    “No, Brad. I’m doing work,” Jimmy yelled, staring at his intensive work.

    “UGH… I’m so bored though,”

    “Well go and have a cigarette and play some Xbox. Didn’t you get more of those special cigarettes you really like?”

    Brad stopped for a second, did he order his special cigs? Brad jumped out of the couch and legged it down the corridor to check his mail.  

    “Ah, five minutes of peace, at last,” Jimmy sighed to himself.

    A few minutes passed, and the hulking brute stomped back into the quiet room. Brad was holding a small pack of blue boxes in one hand and in the other was a pack of unique lighters. He jumped back onto the couch and stretched out. He ripped open the clingfilm and looked over the boxes to make sure everything was right. Once he felt comfortable, he relaxed back and began thinking deeply.

    Brad’s eyes shot to the Xbox, he really wanted to play, but he didn’t have anyone to play with. Brad shot his eyes back to Jimmy, he could play, but he didn’t want to. Jimmy was focusing on work and nothing else.

    Brads eyes then shot back to the Xbox, and then back to Jimmy. He repeated this cycle until he looked at his cigarettes, then he added it to the cycle, jimmy, Xbox, Cigs. Brads mind was working in overdrive to piece everything together. Then it hit him, his master plan to solve his longterm boredom issue. He wore a broad grin on his face as he looked over at Jimmy, who was slaving away at his laptop. Maybe it was time he relaxed a bit.

    Brad unzipped his pants and got out his 8-inch flaccid cock. He wiggled it about in his hands, trying to get the attention of his roommate. Jimmy, however, paid no attention, still consumed by his tedious work. Brad thought for a sec before it pinged in his head. He always knew how to get Jimmy’s attention.

    Brad took a cigarette and popped it in his mouth. He then reached over to get his lighter, and before he could even bring to the cigarette, Jimmy was staring at him coldly. Jimmy hated smelling smoke and so enforced strict rules on smoking.

    Jimmy stared at brad bewildered. Why did he have his cock out? And why was he smoking indoors? He knew he hated it. Jimmy couldn’t deny, though, that his interest in Brad had shot up. His own cock was now hardening to the thought of sucking on Brad’s enormous dick. Brad shook it again, and Jimmy lep off his chair like a dog. He rushed over to brad, sliding as he went onto his knee’s. Jimmy’s mouth was wide open and ready for its package.

    Brad grabbed Jimmy’s head and forced him onto his cock to begin sucking.

    “There we go Jakey, bro. Now that isn’t hard, while you do that, I’m gonna get myself a special cig,” Brad boasted gleefully at Jimmy, who was absorbed into the pleasure.

    Brad pushed Jimmy up and down on his cock, the pleasure was immense for both, but Brad had a surprise for Jimmy. Brad took his lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth before returning the lighter to its original place. Brad sucked the fumes down deep inside of him, letting them seep into every part, before blowing the rest out into Jimmy’s face.

    Jimmy became dazed by the smoke but was loving the pleasure. His mind slowed down to a snail pace, only thinking of one thing, sucking off Brad.

    “Good, bro slow yourself down, no need to waste this moment. Keep going though.” Brad said softly; his tone was therapeutic to Jimmy, relaxing his mind and body.

    “Good bro, I haven’t seen what you’ve been doing in a while cos your so busy. Let’s catch up now shall we,” Jimmy nodded in response.

    “Well let’s look at your body, yep, as I thought. You’ve been working out in secret bro, haven’t you? I mean, look at these arms and that chest man,” Jimmy felt an odd sensation move up and down his spine. The sensation spread throughout his body, going to the tips of his finger and toes. The feeling died out quickly, but afterwards, muscle grew from every part of his body. His triceps and Biceps gently inflated. Jimmy could feel his stomach suck in softly to; he didn’t, however, feel it fall back out. Instead, a set of six well-carved abs now glistened off his stomach. His pecs grew out and rounded suitably, hardening into mighty rocks.  Jimmy was unaware of the growth that had just taken place. He thought Brad was just having a joke with him.

    “Well that’s gonna change bro, your gonna be coming with me to the gym from now on, and wearing the proper clothes for it. I mean you and me aren’t just roommates, Jakey, we’re best bros,” And with that Brad blew more smoke into Jimmy’s face.

    Jimmy’s already dazed mind started thinking about how he and Brad were bros, creating false memories of the two playing and working out together.

    ‘Yeah, why would I ditch my best bro’ he thought to himself. He forgot his rules and irritations caused by Brad and instead accepted his new bro. As his mind was altered, Jimmy felt his clothes lighten as well. His shirt lost its sleeves and turned into a light blue tank top; his jeans retreated into red basketball shorts and a backward white cap formed on his head.

    “Yeah dude, we’re on the football team and in acing the course. Coach thinks your the best, and so does the team. You aren’t very smart at all, only passing High school,”

    Jimmy felt his mind lighten with thoughts as Brad blew more smoke in his face. He tried to remember what he was doing at college, he could swear it was something in Bio-chemistry, but all he could think about was football, Coach and the team who were his other bros. Yeah now that he thought about it, he was always meant for football. Jimmy hated all classes other than sports, mainly cos he wasn’t any good at them, which is obviously why he did sports at college and not bi… chemi… whatever he thought of before.

    “Yeah bro that’s good, cos you’re my best bro. Keep sucking bro; we’re almost there. You know, your also the maddest party-goer, always going to the max,”

    Jimmy again tried to remember any kind of partying that he did, as his head and body was now filled with smoke. At first, he remembered he wasn’t that into the scene, and if he did go, he usually stood at the side and drank water. It took him a little while, but the memories all came to. Now he remembered getting wasted at parties, dancing like a mad lad, doing weed and sometimes getting into trouble, but he loved it. The party was his weekend.

    “… but your also a very flirty guy, when you’re at the party, you know what you want. You want that dirty blonde bimbo sucking on your thick cock, or you want to be smashing her from behind,”

    Jimmy was confused; he couldn’t be straight he swore he was gay… wait, no he couldn’t be gay, that wasn’t his thing. He sucked off his bro’s cos; it was his bros, and that isn’t gay. Honestly, gay people kinda disgusted him, why go screw another dude when you could have a different dumb slutty bimbo every week, the ones with big bouncy boobs and thin bods. Yeah, that’s what he wanted to smash. Jimmy’s cock softened but had grown considerably, as he realised that he was only helping out his bro from a tiring workout sesh and it being… whatever day it was, Brad needed some relief.

    “Yeah that’s good bro, you’re a good bro, now keep sucking cos I’m ready Jakey bro, that is your name, Jakey,” The name Jimmy faded from his mind and Jakey or Jake, sprung up taking its place in all his memories.

    Jakey kept sucking harder and harder for his bro, hoping to give him the relief he needed. Brad kept his hand on his head, making sure he sucked him thoroughly. Brad’s moaning got louder as he neared his climax, his cock was at full size now, his mind focused on big tiddies and pussy. Jake kept going further down on his cock each time, up and down, almost in rhythm to the moaning.

    “UGH… YES… BRO… GET READY COS ITS GONNA BE A BIG LOAD?” Brad screamed at his new bro. There was a slight lull before Brad felt his balls explode inside Jake. Jake caught the cum and made sure it didn’t go down the back of his throat because then it would be gay.  Jake took his mouth off Brad’s cock and spat out the cum he looked at Brad with dazed eyes and they both said.

    “No homo bro.”

    Stolen Paradise

    The man that had been following you suddenly disappeared, you hadn’t been able to shake him all night long. As you round the corner you quicken your pace, only to slam into the man who had been following you. The man pulls out a knife, holds it to your throat, and motions for you to be silent. He leads you to a strange door and shoves you through.

    “What do you want,” your voice quivering.

    He smiles evilly, shoving you against the wall, pinning you to the cold concrete. The man pressed one hand against your head, filling it with fire. Your body filled with fire, arms swelling, stretching against the fabric of your shirt. Your gut seared in pain as the fat melted away. Your whole body erupted in a burning sensation as you took the body of a basic jock bro. Your mind reshaping, rewiring, and readjusting to your life as a hot, but slow, trainer at the local planet fitness and bar back.

    You could never lead the revolution against the oppressors as a dimwitted bro.

    grandwagonranchmaker

    “Hey you caught a Pikachu yet bro?” “Yeah bro let me see your Pokedex!” “Where you going bro?  We’re just trying to be friends with you!” Darren lowered his head and tried to ignore the gaggle of giggling bros hanging around outside the mall.  He was struggling against a difficult Pokemon Go raid.  It would be a lot easier if he had friends with him.  The boy idly wished the loud obnoxious bros really were his friends.  Luckily for him it seems something heard his wish…  His shoes and shirt instantly vanished leaving the hapless teen in just his shorts, backpack and hat.  Darren’s small, pale feet were bare against the hot sidewalk.  He blushed profusely.  He was always very body shy but as he watched his feet seemed to be moving… his toes grew longer and wider, becoming quite plump and his feet became broad and strong as they inched up from a size 8 to a size 11 at the same time getting a dark tan and hard callouses on the bottoms.   The tan seemed to spread across his entire body, glazing him in teh same golden brown shade as the bros.  His hands grew just like his feet and tightened into sizeable fists.  He caught himself flexing and big, swollen biceps popped out of his arms.   “I’m hot” he blurted out.  But the changes didn’t stop there.  His flat, exposed chest - once a source of great shame began pushing out forming a hard shelf of pecs with big erect nipples standing straight out.  He felt the pecs with his new hands, they were smooth, strong and firm!  His hands moved down where his light treasure trail was erased leaving an immaculate six pack that could grind stone.  His shorts became impossibly tight as his butt ballooned out behind him and his dick swelled into a very noticeable bulge.  “Sweet bro!”  He belted out in a suddenly deep and masculine voice that held no trace of his former intelligence.  The cocky new bro flipped his hat around as his hair darkened and shortened.  His nose got thicker and his jaw became square and prominent giving him a mature jock face.  He grinned at his changes, tossing his nerdy pokedex phone behind him as he strutted over to his new friends.  He loved nothing more than chilling with his bros, showing off his muscles and making fun of nerds.  Life is better with your bros.