Buff

The awesome thing about being buff is the boost you give to your self-confidence. With those pecs and biceps and abs you don't care about anything anymore. It feels normal to go outside shirtless, it's OK to flirt with the bartender. You feel invincible, that you can do anything and you no longer care about other people's judgment. That's at least what I felt since I got this body.

I got three days ago and there's no way I'm going to give it back. I'm sorry for my bro Ryan, but he has to deal with it. Shit just happens sometimes. He didn't end up in a terrible body after all. I was fine with my body. I got quite a few guys and, to say the truth, my boyfriends were better looking than Ryan's. But that's probably because Ryan never needed boyfriend and I'm certainly not going to stop sleeping around.

Anyways, it all started three days ago, I was saying. Ryan and I went out with our friend Stacy, who had just been fired. It sucks, I know. We were having drinks and we were fooling around. W

We commented on a couple of funny youtube videos in the darkness of the bar and did all we could to cheer her up. We danced a little. We made fool of ourselves. Ryan got a superlong straw just to make her laugh. We asked her countless questions. It only half worked. 'I'm going home, guys. Thanks for the drinks and for your awesome support.' We begged to stay a little longer. It was only 9pm after all. There was nothing to do. And that's at that point that Ryan said. Wait: we need you to take a picture of us. It's for this face-swap app which I've just downloaded and it's totally cool. She nodded and took a snapshop of us.

Ryan then opened the app and showed how he could flip our faces and move his on my body and viceversa. The result was more pathetic than funny.

'Thanks for trying Ryan, but I'm OK. Rally.' She kissed him on the cheek and left the bar. He was stirring nervously his drink with the straw. I looked at him.
'What's this button?' I asked while pointing to this flashy red on the display of his phone. It said 'transform'. 'I've no idea,' he said intrigued and he clicked. Soon I felt an unbearable pressure on my face, as if I were parachuting or diving, which lasted just a moment. I turned around, no one seemed to have noticed a thing. We life in the bar went smoothly, as just a minute before. I turned my face and I got slapped.
'What the hell!'
While opening my eyes I got confused. In front of me there was my body, in my blue V-neck, with my drink. I looked at my hands. I was holding this drink with this ridiculously long straw. And I had these bulging pecs. I raised my head. We had switched bodies. Oh geez.
We went to the bathroom and talked animately for a while. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. Holy shit. I had the best body I had ever seen. 'Ryan, can you stop flexing? It's really not cool. I'm talking.' 'I'm sorry bro,' I said 'but it feels good. It feels SO good.' I was smiling in a way that must have looked rude. 'It's not funny. We need to find a way out of this.'
We used the app again, but searched for solutions online. Nothing.
While he was looking at websites, I lifted my eyes and met those of this handsome guy who started at me intently. I rubbed my hand over my chest and he did the same over his crotch. Gosh, it was sexy.
'Can you stop doing that? We need to find a solution.' 'Oh sure. Sorry.'
After two hours we still had not found anything. We went home together. As I was going to uni, it was not that I had to wake up early or anything and I could have spent the night at Ryan's. Oh well, that was now my place actually.

After half an hour, he knocked at the bathroom door. 'Ryan, what the hell are you doing?'
What do you think I was doing? I was doing what every other guy would have done in my shoes: I kept contemplating myself at the mirror and jerking off. 'One moment. I said.'

'What are you doing?' 'Nothing' I said. 'Where you masturbating.' 'No!' 'Oh my god. Yes, you did!' 'No. I didn't' What the hell! He became hysterical. He wanted to see my penis as he was sure that I had jerked off. He went on for 10 minutes, after which I agreed to take off my pants.
'I knew that!' he cried with a victorious smile. 'I knew that!' he repeated to my face, which I took and lowered. 'It's OK, babe, I said. You won.' and, while keeping lowering his head: 'Now, suck.'
at first he hesitated but then he did. He started sucking and sucking.
Oh my. It felt good. I kept pushing his head against my crotch. I wanted to reach the back of his mouth with my cock. I wanted to hit the back wall of his larying with my penis, I wanted to wreck his vocal chords. I wanted him to stop talking. I started pushing his head harder and faster.
'Wait Ryan! Not so fast. I'm suffocating.' I didn't care. Lord, it felt good. 'Wai--- Ry---wha----ck'
I came in his throat, splashing his mouth and teeth. Wow. It felt good.
I released my grip. He stood up. 'What the hell Ryan, did you want to kill me?' He started yelling and went on for a good ten minutes, after which someone knocked at the door.
'Fuck'. It was the neighbour. 'I'm sorry. I'm trying to sleep, Ryan. Could you please stop doing whatever you're doing?' 'Oh. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't noticed the time, but do not worry my friend is leaving.' 'What?' I grabbed his stuff and put him at the door. After three minutes I locked the door behind me. He kept on knocking, complaining. I just put my headphones on and started listening to music. After fifteen minutes he was gone. I sat at my computer and started looking if there was someone only ready for a hookup.

Another frame

Even if I try, I have the feeling I will never become a hunk. I do try to do push-ups and I run in the park, but my body always remain flabby. It's as if my body did not want to change. Anyway, so far, this is my best shot.

My older brother tells me to wait, that I'm still young, that I will develop a frame as impressive as those that I admire on the covers of Men's Health. He lent me his copies of the magazine, which I read religiously, from cover to cover. One day I even sneaked into his room while he was not there and put on his sneakers and his shorts. I did some crunches than I took the tube of protein powder he keeps on his shelf and served me a shake in the kitchen. I wanted to grow so badly.
And I wished I could be like my brother. My brother is a stunner. Look at him.

Then the very same day I don't know what took me, but I started plotting. I waited for my brother that night. He came back late, but thank god he slammed the door and woke me up. While he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, I sneaked into his room and hid under his bed. He got back, tossed his shoes in a corner and lay on his bed. He took out his phone and started watching videos on it. I could hear men moaning and I moved my head a little, just enough so I could see what was going on. On the screen a man was touching himself. And so was my brother. The bed was shaking a little, gentle vibrations that somehow turned me on. Then I changed plan. I originally wanted to kiss him while he was asleep, but the video gave me an unexpected energy. I stood up and, as dark as a shadow, I grabbed his penis. 'What the fuck!' he shouted, but it was too late. I could feel my body transforming, my muscles growing, my head spinning. His body turned more and more flaccid, like a balloon that is deflating. My hair grew shorter, my chin square. I could feel my rib cage changing position.
I grew taller and so did my grin. 'What the hell is going on', he squeaked. 'Hey, this is not my voice!' he said horrified. 'What is happening?'
Quite frankly I did not know. He had turned into my small little me and I had acquired his body, his shredded, unbelievably muscular body. 'WHAT DID?' 'Sshhh'. I put my hand on his mouth.
'You don't want to wake up mam and pop, do you? Don't worry. It's just a dream.'
He shook his head. It was not just a dream. His tears started flowing across my fingers.
'Don't worry, everything will be fine tomorrow.' I hugged him. I hugged that little deflated, ill-formed balloon. I didn't like it. I didn't like touching that ill-formed body, but I stayed there and waited until he stopped sobbing.
'Everything will be OK. Do not worry a bit.'
He nodded. 'Now, go to your room. And put some clothes on. We don't want people to find us this way. Then it will look even weirder.' He nodded even if he could not stop weeping. I kept him close to me and accompanied to what was once my room. I put him in bed. I kissed him on the forehead and also on the mouth. Why not? I thought.
I closed the door behind me. He was still weeping. I could hear him. So I went to bathroom and turned the shower on. I took a picture of me and then jumped in the tub. I touched myself. I spread my hands all over that ripped surface that was my body. Then I dried with a towel, I put on a tee and a leather jacket and went out. I could not wait to have men drooling all over me.