Fantasies Made Real

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Oct 10th 2024

 

Christan Lee was running out of the locker room. What the hell just happened? He had fucked up obviously, but for once it wasn’t even his fault. Hank Nueman had to be a douche at the worst possible time. When Christian returned back to college from spring break, he thought his life was finally looking up. Forget being a glorified bench warmer for the lacrosse team. Or even making the mistake of going to a university that required students to be on some kind of team. His dads had sat him down and told him he was a witch. To be more precise his dad, Jerome, was a witch. Of course, Christian laughed in their faces thinking it was a joke. Magic didn’t exist, but even if it did, Jerome wasn’t his bio dad, his other father was. They were Chinese, Jerome wasn’t, pretty obvious stuff.

However, Dad Jer said, “You’re still my son and my family.”  Then promptly picked up a pen turning it into pure ice. That shushed Christian up right away. He spent the rest of break slinging easy magic, but if he wanted to break out the big guns, that’d take reciting spells. Luckily, he happened to have one such spell in mind to enact. Sitting on the bench for every game was a pain in the ass, but maybe he could have some fun; recite a spell that’d let him see his fantasy. In this case lacrosse boys in underwear and jocks. Sure, he could have gone with them in sexy cowboy attire, bodybuilder G-strings, leather gear, or whatever else the models in the old magazines under his bed wore. But for Christian it was hard to beat a classic. Watching the other boys’ asses and packages bounce around would be something to help pass the time.

The spell didn’t require anything other than something belonging to the target and to think about what he wanted. There was no way in hell Christian was going to steal an entire team’s worth of stuff when he could just use the locker room. Everyone left their practice clothes or uniforms there, so they were always filled with something of the players. Christian began chanting the spell, thinking of how he’d like to see his teammates. Magic cracked across his finger and lit up his veins as he began to read the words on the page. 

 A hand shot out, covering Christian’s mouth. “What the hell are you doing, gay boy? Praying to sniff our underwear?” Hank Nueman, captain of the team, stood dripping wet, towel wrapped around his waist, holding Christian. The water from Hank’s torso was soaking into Christian’s back, but he couldn’t worry about that now; his spell had been interrupted. According to dad Jer, interrupted spells and misspoken spells always ran the gamut of casting something off kilter and were to be avoided at all costs. And while his father said it like he certainly expected Christian to do it accidentally. No way anyone could have foreseen the self-proclaimed jock-king being the reason.

Christian tried to struggle, to escape and finish his spell, but Hank was too strong. Hank snatched the spell out of Christian’s hands. He held it up and had the benefit of being 6’0 easily, keeping it out of Christian’s 5’7 grasp. Looking at it, Hank said, “Man I love being the water boy and sniffing all my teammates’ jocks when they’re not around.” The dude was just making up shit now. He probably didn’t even know Ethan Shultz was the team’s waterboy. “Just wait till everybody hears about that. Dominic and Joel are already on their way to meet me.”

The magic inside Christian was bubbling, the spell was not complete, but his body was ready to enact. Did Hank have to be the only muscle head to come to the lacrosse locker room on the Sunday after a break? Sure, they had a mini gym, all the sports teams did, but everyone preferred the actual campus gym; it was huge! Guess it wasn’t good enough for Hank. Christian attempted for one more grab as Hank swiped the spell up laughing. A blue glow engulfed, Christian’s entire body before it dispersed, sent out into the locker room like a propelled mist, causing everything to shake. Hank rocketed back with the blast, slammed into a wall, and slid down. 

Sprinting into action, Christian made his way over to Hank. He tapped his face and thankfully, the guy was waking up. “Wha…What was that?” Hank asked, dazed. Christian had to admit that he felt a little bad. When the guy wasn’t running his mouth, the senior had a handsome face. His light hair, though Hank kept it short enough, was always on the precipice of achieving a nice flow. 

“Oh that, I needed to fart and well, it was stronger than I thought.” It was Christian’s turn to make shit up, but Hank wasn’t buying it, which was all too clear on his face. 

Hank shook his head, getting his bearings, before scrunching his face up as he stood. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I’ve been to frat parties; I know what those dude’s butt bombs smell and feel like. That was not a fucking fart.” He steadied himself with a hand on a wall as he got up.

There was an internal groan from Christian. Now Hank was also a local fart expert? He really didn’t know what to do with this guy. Made him wonder, what exactly happened at those frat parties. Where they really just out there sniffing and playing with each other’s asses. Those guys always had the fattest cakes for no good reasons…and for some of the porn he watched with those preppy dads. He shook his head; he was getting sidetracked.

 Hank blinked repeatedly as if his vision was impaired. Christian prayed to God it wasn’t he couldn’t imagine the medical bills. Then something odd happened. Through the last few blinks Christian watched Hank’s eyes shift from their soft baby blues to an intense green. Christian took a sharp intake of breath, freezing. 

“What?” Hank looked at him pensively.

“Do you feel okay, Hank?”

Sucking his teeth like the answer was obvious, the other boy replied, “I feel fine bro.” Odd, as he had put his voice in a deeper register to say it. Immediately Hank put a hand over his mouth. Christian arched an eyebrow; he had gone from being shaken to confused. Hank lowered his hand again, “Don’t know why I just said ‘bro’, bro. Must be those classes getting to me, am I right?”  He leaned forward playfully punching Christian’s shoulders. Christian was at a loss. What classes? They didn’t have any classes together. Also, the punch kind of hurt, leaving him rubbing his arm.

There was a recoil from Hank, “We’re not friends.” Finally, something that sounded normal. “We’re bros.” His mouth finished for him. “Ah, what is happening to me?” Hank said. While he talked, Christian noticed Hank’s hair turning a rich blond. The new color grew out from the roots spreading over and burying the darker color in its path. Once the blond hair took over the tips, it wasn’t done. The color, in one fell swoop, overtook the rest of his body, leaving his eyebrows a darker blonde, but the sparse body hairs, nearly translucent. Then Hank’s hair lifted, shrinking back into itself as it began to curl. Christian watched stunned. This was definitely the freaking magic, but what the hell was it doing?! A side part appeared in Hank’s now shorter wavy hair. The athlete had just gained a new carefully curated hairstyle as if he had maintained it for years. 

“Why are you looking at me like that bro?” Hank asked with clear fear in his voice. His hands went to the side of his head, where Christian was looking, then the back, “Where’s my flo?!” He grappled for hair no longer there. Hank spun, looking onto the floor as if expecting to find his hair cut and laying there. Meanwhile Christian, had a full view as Hank’s ass grew out. As an athlete Hank had something going, but now his ass popped under the towel. There was a clear curvature from his back into his waist. And it wasn’t just his ass, a thickness had taken up residence within his body making his thighs, deltoids, and biceps larger.  Hank turned back, eyes fixated on his hands and fingers. The veins and bones were dancing underneath as they took up more space for themselves. 

Christian’s eyes however were fixated on Hank’s torso. The normal pecs and abs Hank display had developed more. His chest now sat out and hung, weighed down by meaty twins, while his abs had thickened up. “YOU did this, Bro!” Hank shouted, then tacked Christian before a thought even crossed his head. They fell to the floor as Hank held him down. Christian couldn’t take on Hank before no way he could do it with the extra size. The two ended up grabbing hands and fingers intertwined. Hank sat up, ass on Christian lap, keeping him pinned. “Turn me back bro!”  Hank said spit flying on Christian’s face. Christian had no idea how he was supposed to do anything from the floor. After Hank spoke his peace, his face lost form for a few seconds before slipping back into place, except it was no longer Hank’s face on the body. If there was ever an image of an all-American boy poster boy, this face was it. A smooth complexion and youthful appearance complemented his warm playful smile. 

The strength behind the restraint on Christian’s arms loosened as Hank sat up staring straight ahead with a blank stare. Christian tried to roll him off but even without effort Hank weighed too much. His twists and turns though did have another result. The friction and gyrations caused his cock to stir to life against Hank’s ass.

“Someone’s happy to see me?” Hank’s new voice spoke out. Christian looked up at the unfamiliar eyes, finding a hint of something much different that Hank’s usual malice. Hank began to bounce on Christian’s lap, grinding into it. Christian was sure Hank’s ass was going to snap his dick if it bounced the wrong way. That thought didn’t remain long because in the middle of Hank’s towel, his cock had found its way out the opening. With a tilt of his head Christian was transfixed. He’d seen Hank’s cock many times in the shower room, not that impressive. Yet this cock was sitting barely chubbed and probably a thick 7 inches already. The more Hank bounced the longer and harder the cock grew. On his stomach Christian felt a weight get applied and didn’t even have to look to know, Hank’s nuts were growing too. The heat was a dead giveaway. If the cock was a hot rod, Hank’s testicles were ovens. They were heavy and, through Christian’s shirt, felt like they were brimming with and churning seed. 

“Oh man, bro here I am, having a good time. And not thinking about you. Stupid Hank.” He smacked his head.  “I can make it up to you, don’t worry. Last Night, I let Dona give me a blow job.” The new Hank scooted back so he could unfasten, Christian’s jeans.

“No wait,” Christian tried to protest, but caught on too late as his cock sprung out.

“Don’t worry bro,” Hank pulled off his towel, now fully nude on top of Christian. “I paid attention all night so I could give you that gluck gluck 9000.” He swerved his body in one smooth motion twisting on top of Christian so that they were in a 69 position. Christian’s cock was gobbled with any other warning. The smaller male pounded on the meaty ass cheeks, but they barely carried any force behind it, weakened by the velvety mouth of his rival.  Dangling above Christian’s face, while his head was unintentionally prisoned by thighs, was Hank’s throbbing cock. It looked sort or needy, twitching in the air begging for attention. Christian was curious—and horny— one little taste couldn’t hurt right? He lifted his head and managed to get the head in perfectly, right before the entire shaft crammed down his throat. Hank’s new hips had moved reflexively, stuffing the poor young witch. Now Christian was a lot of things, sexually experienced was not one of them. The intrusion caused him to cum right away into Hank’s pleasing mouth. Hank slurped it all down, happily talking to Christian, mouth over cock, as if he could be understood.

“Mhmpht,” Christian said, gagging on cock.

Hank pulled off Christian’s dick, “Oh sorry, I was saying. You taste so good bro.” His head was looking down between the space in their bodies.

“MHPHTTMM!” Christian tapped Hank’s leg.

“Oh shoot,” Hank raised his hips, pulling his cock out, and unblocking Christian’s airways.  Christian coughed and sputtered trying to catch his breath before he heard a quick “Shit!” room above him.  Hank’s cock sprayed cum all over Christian’s face and shirt. “Bro, I am so fucking sorry this doesn’t normally happen to me.” Hank said, cock still firing off the final few ropes. Christian caught his breath, looking above him at the cock with a lingering cum strand, Hank’s pleading puppy dog eyes, and a hunched pose that left Hank’s ass visible. 

“Oh, fuck me!” Christian muttered to himself. This was one of his fantasies; A pure dumb himbo frat boy, who wanted some male-on-male fun, and just as eager but inexperienced in that realm as him. Usually, the body type and race changed, but the embarrassing premature ejaculation from someone so studly was a staple. Christian opened his mouth and ate that last strand from Hank’s cock. Conformation as the jism made its way down Christian’s throat after being tossed in his mouth. Sweet to the taste, should have barely been considered cum at all. 

Christian sat up as Hank climbed off of him. “Damn bro, I can’t believe you just chugged that shit.” Hank chuckled, but Christian was too busy examining. Okay so the spell got messed up and instead of Christian seeing a fantasy made Hank into one. That seemed straightforward enough. But this was magic, was that really that obvious? “Heh, let me clean that up for you.” Hank began licking up his own cum off Christian’s face. Christian wanted to push him away; to tell him not to, it was still Hank after all. On the other hand, this new Hank’s breath smelt good even eating his own cum. He had all the meat on that frat boy fuck stick, and his ass was a full-on dumper. Christian wondered why his magic had to make Hank so hot. 

Hank’s discarded towel began to float, and that definitely caught Christian’s attention. It wrapped itself around Hank’s waist, who paid it no mind. Sadly, the ass and cock of Christian’s dreams were hidden, thought there was no true hiding the outline of the dick or the firmness of that ass. The towel stretched up Hank’s body and down, spreading. Christian heard the tears in the material, and the torn pieces continued to migrate into place and grow from there. The material was changing into something different for each, as were their hues from the towel’s white coloring.

“I feel funny.” Hank said as he finished cleaning Christian’s face. “Nnghhh!” Closing his eyes. Hank fucking grew, bent over and on all fours His spine and legs pulled out at once. So fast, Hank and Christian collided faces and not in the cute way that ended with a kiss. No, Hank full on rocked Christian’s noggin with that thick empty skull. “So sorry,” Hank said, placing a hand on Christian’s face to check for injury. His voice was even deeper and that dumb-esque quality was there but very subdued, under the confidence of his cadence. All the while his body was gaining even more muscle. Hank’s youthful face matured as his features became more prominent. The soft edges of his face were taken away by the hardness of his new jawline. Christian backed up, until he was able to stand, getting a full view above. Over Hank’s chest the towel turned into a polo, over his crotch it formed white briefs, while his feet were covered with branded socks. There was no denying Hank had shifted into a full-grown man. Everything about him was so goddamn big.

“Oh, crap you’re a dad,” Christian covered his mouth as he realized this fantasy. Earlier he had been thinking about frat boys and preppy dads. And quite often it was easy to drift into realizing lots of Frat boys grew into preppy dads, bi curious and cock-curious sexy dads. Hank had managed to make it to his knees before he could look at Christian confused. His cock throbbed under his briefs, fatter than it had any right to be. Then Hank started to cum and moan throwing his head back, shot after shot soaked his briefs. He was cumming his kids into existence; Christian could tell because it was his fantasy. Even after such powerful cum shots that left the briefs drenched, it didn’t take long before they were dry again and a new layer of khaki shorts were forming.

This was too much for Christian. At most the spell he intended to cast was baby magic, a simple glamor spell, if nothing else, whereas this fuck up was pulling of transmutation with ease. He bolted from the locker room, not looking back and the moaning man reaching out for him. The first thing Christian had to do was call his dad and fix this. He slammed into another person falling onto his ass.

” Dammit, what where you’re going short stack!” a voice yelled, and Christian clocked it right away. Staring up, he found Dominic and Joel standing over him. Dominic was pissed, his former iced coffee, now ran down the front of his shirt. Joel was standing a few steps back, stifling a laugh as his eyes stayed glued to the mess. “It’s not funny!” Dominic wiped at his white T-shirt only causing the staining to spread more.

“You’re right, it’s actually hilarious,” Joel added. “Your body straight up mashed that cup. Never stood a chance.”

Dominic’s eyes locked on Christian, “You better have a good explanation for ruining my drink!” Normally, there was no world where Christian would want to anger his 5 ‘11 teammate. Dominic was famous for his crew cut red hair, pasty skin, and temper tantrums. If he was upset everyone knew because there was never any hiding the red of his face. On the field that is often translated into him, body checking opposing team players. Off the field it was yelling matches in practice with the coach or fists fights with his own teammates. 

Christian turned his head away from the two jocks, back to where he ran from; no one was following him. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned his gaze to find Dominic squatting right up to his face. Dominic had his mean mug on, but Christian’s eyes were on one thing: the cream-colored cowboy hat adorning his head. Joel jumped back, spotting it himself, “Where the hell did that come from?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“That stupid hat on your head,” Joel pointed at it.

Dominic slowly raised his hands to the sides of his head, as his finger grazed the hat’s brim, before outright feeling all over it. Dominic pulled it off, “What sort of joke is this Joel,” convinced, no doubt, that his friend had snuck it on there. But there would be no response as Christian and Joel were too busy watching dark brown curly locks spill out onto his head. Not a drop of red in sight. One of the curls fell over Dominic’s eyes as he tried to brush it away with his hand, but it kept falling back into place. He took a moment, stared at the hair strand then tugged on it, “Ow!” With no hat, his hands had free reign to explore the depths of his new hair. “What the hell Joel you put dye in that?”

“Hey, I didn’t do shit,” Joel held his hands up. There was another issue, Joel’s green eyes had shifted to black as he backed into a wall to avoid Dominic’s ire. Soon the shape of Joel’s eyes morphed resembling Christian as a warm golden hue, spread across his skin. The moment it touched his hair line Joel’s sandy blond hair turned jet black. Every strand gained a dark healthy sheen, a complete takeover. Dominic and Christian watched, stunned.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that?” Joel asked, a bit miffed watching their eyes. “Oh, shoot dude,” He pointed back to Dominic. “What the hell?” Joel said the moment he spotted the new skin color on his hands.

However, Dominic and Christian’s attention had changed. The coffee Dominic had tried to wipe away had remained on his finger and stained them just like the shirt. It was more than that though, it wasn’t just on the fingers; It was in them. The stain spread up Dominic’s arms, turning them healthy brown. Dominic joined Christian on the floor, falling on his own ass, trying to escape the shift happening in his skin. He crawled back, but there was nowhere to run to. His pecs bouncing growing in size; the new skin color crawling up his neck. Clothes tearing, sounded out in the hallway both Dominic and Joel were growing. 

Dominic at 5’9, had always appeared more muscular than his teammates due to his height, but now he was being stretched. The taller he grew the harder it was to find his old muscles except on the newly forming chest. He put his hand on the side of his head as the changes finally reached it. His skull and jawbone contorted and jostled, his face shape changing from oblong to a symmetrical round shape. His jaw firmed, coming up on his face, but not losing any of its structural integrity. The white shirt ripped straight down the front as two-man tits spilled out and jiggled. Wispy hairs grew from the center of the chest and spread over the pecs growing thicker, until brown curls ruled the once barren skin.  At the same time, the shirt turned into a vest, trading its white for a shiny slate silver and black backing, buttons popping along the front. Dominic’s thighs blew up in size and pushed the shorts to extremes, but it didn’t take long for its fabric to change. Denim overtook the shorts, converting them down into jeans, hiding Dominc’s legs. Not that there was a point, his calves were visible even from the change. More eye-catching than that was the large bulge residing in the middle of the jeans now. Dominic’s feet appeared as if they wanted badly to rip through his tennis shoes, straining them as they too grew. That wouldn’t happen though as the shoes soon adapted, the tips becoming more pointed. The mouth of the shoe traveled up, Dominic’s shins engulfing them until ornate shafts remained A bandanna floated into existence tying around the now large brown neck.

Joel at 6’1 didn’t need to grow more but his body fucking took it. His back went flush against the wall as it soared him up and up. Hard to tell if he was moaning or groaning as there was a bit of drool falling from his plumper lips. His face became rectangular as it was pulled in a similar fashion to his body. This process cleared old acne scarring and left him with prominent cheekbones. On his lower body his ass was the first part to grow out, creating more cushion between him and the wall. His arms doubled, then tripled in size until his biceps were almost the size of Christian’s head. By then his outer clothes were gone, ripped onto the floor, not even having the chance to transform like Dominic’s, only his underwear remained. Hard to tell if his underwear shrunk or if his body was getting so large it reduced its appearance. One thing was for sure the black boxers had bunched up like briefs until that’s what they were. They became skintight on the new body gifted to Joel. Veins rose to the surface of his skin reaching from his pelvic region up to his abs. Pulsing, they caused his abs and torso to grow along with every few throbs. Straight black pubic hairs appeared from underneath the waistband. Every part of him got bigger and bigger, not letting up until he was a 6’7 giant in the hall. A slick sheen of sweat covered every inch of his body making him look stunning. 

“Well, I’ll be” the new Dominic said, reaching over and placing his hat back on his head. “There it is.” He spotted Christian on the floor in front of him. He stood up wiping his pants, then walked over and bent forward to offer a hand to Christian. “Howdy there partner, I think I lost my steed. You wouldn’t happen to be offering rides to lost folk would ya.” Dominic’s bulge had turned into a hard-on, in clear view of Christian. “Or perhaps you’d like a ride?”

Christian knew this fantasy too; a hot Latino Cowboy looking to get his ass stuffed, stuff someone’s ass, or actually teach Christian how to ride a horse with no shirt on. That last one couldn’t be helped; he was a complicated guy. A sexy scene could do it for him as well as actual sexual fantasies. His attention turned to Joel on the wall. Standing there now was a hot Chinese model. This one was easily identifiable too, a few weeks back had seen an Instagram model in a similar pose. Though Joel’s face was a bit more unique the body was a facsimile of the original models. His teammates had turned even quicker than Hank. Christian felt his cock stir and knew he couldn’t even tease a response back, or he’d end up worse than he did with Hank. Standing up on his own he ran past the two guys and out the athletic department.

—-

A few days later, Christian sat on the bench at practice watching his teammates play lacrosse without him. The same as usual, except with his terrible luck he had spotted every member of his team at campus by this point. They all transformed, each one quicker than the last. Some didn’t even get time to let out a yelp before they were muscular fuck machines. Talking to his dad helped Christian learn the spell gone awry flipped upon itself. Instead of Christian only seeing his fantasy, boys in underwear, he now saw all his fantasies while everyone else saw his teammates. That explained why the coach was constantly yelling for the team to pull it together, unaware they were all groping each other and making googly eyes at Christian. And though his father wouldn’t reverse it as a punishment, He did promise the spell would wear off…eventually. Hopefully before the next game, or they’d all be out on the field stroking each other and who knows what the crowd would see.

“Tough day?” Ethan brought over water bottles and handed one over while Christain’s eyes were glued to the field, amazed and frustrated watching his teammates. “Man, they’re really playing like ass.” A shocking statement to come from the usually chipper blonde boy, He was normally a short bundle of positivity, but even he couldn’t excuse the playing today. Though unaware to him, the team was actually studying each other’s asses rather than play styles. 

“I know but I think they’ll get over it.” He gave a quick glance to Ethan before going back to the field. Ethan was a wiry kid, inhaler always in hand. But never let his thick framed glasses or button nose fool you, the kid could lift water cases and coolers all day.  The moment Christian turned away, there were immediate sounds of bones growing and clothes ripping. “Shit.” he muttered under his breath in the locker room. Ethan had a special locker in the locker room for the water boy and though it hardly went use it was now evident he left something in there for the spell. Christian cautiously turned his head. Sitting next to him was a large Black man in a freshly ironed milkman uniform, a hat plopping onto his head. His white button up, was opened letting the top half of his chest stay out. The sports water bottles had shifted into glass milk containers.

Ethan caught sight of Christian and smiled. “Would you like some milk?” There was no hiding the giant throbbing under the man’s slacks.

Christian sighed, “Fuck it.” If hot guys were going to be around him constantly. He could at least get something out of this. He bent over and took out Ethan’s cock watching as his fantasies played together.