Un Bro-ho?

 Originally posted on Tumblr Aug 31st 2022

 

Ignacio passed his blunt over to his new pal Greg. There was a loud knock at the door. A girl came charging into the haze coated room. Ignacio could barely remember her name, Wisa or something along those lines. “Are we done here?” She asked the Mexican stoner sitting on his couch. 

“Almost.” Ignacio stated. He puffed smoke into the air. It danced from his lips, flowing into the girl’s nostrils. The female froze up, then began to shake her head as if she’d just awoken standing there. Ignacio turned to Greg. “You should get your girl.” Ignacio said kindly to the man, who was even more out of it than himself. Greg’s business suit jacket and tie, hanging over the spine of the couch, were quickly retrieved.  Ignacio watched as Greg realized his navy-blue pants were unfastened. Greg embarrassingly fastened them up. Ignacio leaned forward patting Greg’s crotch “Come back anytime, alright?” Greg coughed, to cover up his embarrassment, but Ignacio felt the businessman’s cock, tucked away, jump in response.

Moving over to his girl he put an arm around her shoulder walking her out. “Seriously, I had to catch you hanging out with your weed dealer? And on a college campus too?” She said as her skimpy skirt and top transformed into a beautiful flowing sundress. Ignacio got up and watched them leave. “Housewife, huh?” he muttered to himself as the couple walked down the hall and turned the corner once they were out of sight he closed the door. 

“Another satisfied customer,” he mumbled to himself as he put his blunt out and walked over to open the window in his dorm room. If he was anyone else, he’d probably get in trouble for the absolute unmistakable stench of weed wafting in the area. Fortunately, no one else could smell it or even notice it. He leaned on the windowsill, head resting on his palm, as he stared out at the campus. Ignacio knew he should have been more enthusiastic. If any other sophomore had a dorm apartment to themselves, they’d be content, though Ignacio wasn’t sure he liked living alone. Sure, his mother recommended it was best, but Ignacio just found himself bored. 

A notification popped in on his phone. He scrolled past the old ‘payment received’ notification and eyed one for a new request. He sighed looking at it. This was another problem. Instead of his dorm apartment being fun he had turned it into his office. It’s not really his fault; he needed a way to make money. His parents couldn’t pay for this college and his expendable income. Ignacio respected that his parents let him get into college without resorting to parlor tricks, he should respect them enough not to use his own to make a permanent stay for all 4 years. 

Intense Roleplaying. That’s what he called his services. Girls on the campus loved it. Best known secret among them. If they wanted something in their relationship to change, they’d contact Ignacio and BOOM better boyfriend. That didn’t always mean more attentive; some girls wanted more rebellious or bad boy types of guys. After they worked out the payment, it dropped into Ignacio’s account. It was time for him to get to work. He’d typically start by inviting the guy over to his place and have fun. Then in the end he’d wipe the guy and the girl’s memory of what happened. No reason to remember the specifics. Especially for the girls that liked to watch.

Of course, his last client, little Miss Prissy, wanted to change her boyfriend into a businessman and herself into his wife. Ignacio didn’t typically go for working on women, not that he couldn’t it just didn’t sexually excite him the same way. However, he couldn’t ignore the money she was throwing his way. He would have preferred it if she didn’t wait outside his door like what he was doing was disgusting. She was the one who paid for it. Girls could be so weird.

“Anyway,” Ignacio turned his attention to his new request. “Please turn my boyfriend into a senior, preferably a buff but dumb one.” Included at the bottom was a picture of the target, Justin Harden. Ignacio’s eyes lit up. He actually knew this target. That was the freshman in his biology class. They were essentially lab partners. They had even grabbed lunch and went to go see a movie together before. Ignacio smiled to himself.  Not every day he got a request to change someone he knew. The request was a little strange, Justin was already on the lacrosse team, so he wasn’t unfit. Perhaps she just liked guys with more meat on their bones?

Ignacio always had to consider each request, and he reserved the right to decline any. He wasn’t really in the business of getting between a couple’s fight, revenge for a breakup, or any other unnecessary drama. That’s why he kept his face a secret from the girls until after payment. However, this girl was eager when they finally met face to face. Though she kept giving Ignacio the stink eye every few seconds. Ignacio was used to that though. Girls and women wanted his help but also looked down upon him because he liked to partake in a few more blunts than the average person. They thought he was only a stoner, with nothing else in his head. Ignacio was happy to play the role if it kept the girls that paid him from bothering him too much.

Thankfully instead of having to invent a reason for Justin to stop by Ignacio made use of them being in the same class. A slight mention of “You can come by my place so we can finish this lab report up.” Justin’s eyes lit up, and he happily accepted. Ignacio was glad it didn’t take extra work on his part to convince the young athlete. 

A day later, Justin stopped by Ignacio’s dorm apartment. The young man was dressed in a muscle t-shirt and workout shorts. A duffel bag was thrown over his shoulder, and a smile was on his face. Ignacio took a good look at him, brown hair and dark brown eyes. Was his girlfriend sure about this change?

“Come in, come in!” Ignacio patted Justin on the back. As usual Ignacio had on his signature gray sweats for the change. It provided the perfect outline for his cock especially when he avoided wearing underwear.  As for a top he decided to go shirtless today. While his torso wasn’t as impressive as Justin’s, he still wanted to show it off. 

The moment Justin had stepped into the room the game had already begun. The hint of weed was flowing through the room though there wasn’t a lit blunt inside. Not yet anyway. Ignacio motioned for Justin to sit on the couch. Justin flung his bag off and sunk onto the chair.

“Should we get started? I totally didn’t get the lab at all though.” Justin chuckled, scratching the back of his head. 

“Don’t worry, I can help you out.” Ignacio walked up grabbing his TV remote. He’d probably be doing more of their labs in a moment. “Do you mind if we watch something?”  Not even waiting for an answer Ignacio turned on the TV.  There was a clip of a girl and a guy making out. 

“What were you watching?” Justin joked.

“Hardy-har. It’s just some movie.” Ignacio crossed his arms. “Why? Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I like it. That girl’s hot.” Justin’s voice squeaked as he rubbed his thighs trying to avoid Ignacio’s gaze. Ignacio had to keep himself from laughing. The kid was getting hard already. This was going to be painstakingly easy. Ignacio pulled a blunt from thin air simply by twirling his hand, and it appeared in between his fingers. Justin hadn’t noticed since he seemed so desperate to not look in Ignacio’s direction. 

“Do you mind if I light this?” Ignacio asked. Showing off his weed, Justin turned his head around to get a good look. However, Ignacio didn’t want a response; he simply wanted to make Justin aware. He lit the weed, taking a puff and blowing it. “Actually, before we start, How about you try some.” He walked over to the couch and sat close to Justin.

“Oh no that’s okay I don’t smoke.  Not good for your health and all. N-Not that I’m saying you’re unhealthy. You can do whatever you want.” Justin stammered.

“Alright, I respect that.” Ignacio simply blew a puff of smoke straight into Justin’s face making the young athlete back up and cough.

“Dude!” Justin yelled.

“What?” Ignacio asked with fake sincerity.

“I-I don’t remember.” Justin tilted his head to the side. “Was I saying something?” The people kissing in the video started to go into a full on make out pulling at each other’s clothes.

“You said you wanted to try some of this.” Ignacio handed his blunt over to Justin, “But only here and only today, right?” There was no need to turn Justin into a pothead

“Yeah, thanks for letting me try this out with you. I’d be too scared to do it on my own and I’d hate to have a bad trip. “Justin said in a shy quiet voice. It was all quite adorable to Ignacio. 

“Don’t worry you never have to worry about that with me. “ Ignacio’s statement wasn’t a lie. There was no way he’d let someone under his care have a bad trip. Ignacio reached an arm out and brushed a strand of hair from Justin’s face. Justin locked eyes with him, not speaking. Ignacio’s eyes went down to Justin’s shorts where he saw a sizable lump growing. “Is that weed turning you on?” Ignacio played the part of the fool. That’s exactly what the weed was doing. He knew because he made it that way and it was going to do a lot more than that.

“I guess so…sorry” Justin said, not even going for the video as an excuse. He tried to readjust himself, but Ignacio gently grabbed his wrist.

“You don’t have to hide it. Looks good.” Then Ignacio gestured towards his own cock inflating underneath his sweats. The outline was becoming painstakingly obvious. “I guess my cock is a fan of yours.”

“Jesus!” Justin let out as the length of Ignacio’s cock seemed to go on and on. That’s why Ignacio liked to wear sweats for this. Always a nice display case to show his extra talent. 

“Would you mind if I helped you out?” Ignacio asked, as Justin took another puff. Justin shook his head as Ignacio snuck his hand under the lacrosse player’s waistband. Ignacio happily wrapped his hand over Justin’s cock stroking it up and down. “Feels thick,” he whispered, and Justin shivered in response “What if it was thicker?” Ignacio spoke into the air as his grip got looser. Justin’s cock was actually getting harder to hold. As Ignacio’s hand went up and down, Justin’s cock was lengthening. Ignacio used his free hand to slide the annoying shorts off. Justin lifted his ass off the couch letting the shorts fall to his knees.

“I can’t believe this is happening. This is… am–”

“Shhh, no need to speak.” Ignacio put a finger to Justin’s lips, and the young stud kissed it. 

“C-can I feel yours?” Justin asked, face flushed. It caught Ignacio off guard. Usually, guys weren’t as gung-ho for him until much later. Though straight guys were always ready for Ignacio to get them off. 

Ignacio plucked his blunt from his mouth. “Yeah, that’s nice.” Justin’s hand trembled as he reached to explore under Ignacio’s sweatpants. Ignacio smiled, this jock was so cute, but also a brave little thing. He watched as Justin’s eyes went wide, finally finding the cock. “Got a taste for 9 inches of Mexican cock?” The video on the screen had switched from a girl and a guy into two shirtless men kissing. 

Justin’s mouth fell open as he began to study the appendage in his grasp. Ignacio put his head back for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Justin’s hand. Sometimes it was nice to just enjoy being with another guy. Justin decided he didn’t want to be the only naked one and slid Ignacio’s pants down. Ignacio’s cock swung up, slapping onto his abs. Justin bit his lips watching it happen.

Ignacio was laughing inside his head. Forget the weed he had, this guy hypnotized with just his cock. Then Justin leaned over and tried to shove his head down on Ignacio’s cock. Ignacio winced, feeling the teeth grate against his skin. The pain didn’t last long as Justin came off the dick choking. This straight boy with no experience tried to jump straight into the deep end.

“A little over eager, aren’t you?”  Ignacio said and Justin looked at him with a pout. “Alright, no need to be sad. You just need a little help.” Ignacio placed his left hand under Justin’s chin and brought the boy closer. He exhaled a puff of smoke straight into Justin’s open mouth, a classic shotgun. Ignacio sat back and watched as Justin’s body began to swell out, taking more and more smoke. First it was Justin’s chest that got heavier with his pecs exploding forward, morphing into prominent mounds under his shirt. Each breath he took his pecs were now lurching. Then his shoulders became boulders, blowing up and out as the transformative smoke made its way down his arms. Veins were starting to appear as they had to work harder to supply sufficient blood to all the new muscles appearing. Justin’s triceps and biceps tripled in size. The muscle shirt he had on gave way, leaving Justin topless. His thighs, legs, and feet wouldn’t be spared either, Justin’s lower body became just as densely packed below as he was above. With each wave of growth on his lower body his shorts got smaller, until they were short shorts.

Justin, unaware that anything had happened, went back to Ignacio’s cock after the transformation. Only this time Ignacio had gifted the athlete’s mouth with better sucking skills. Justin happily lapped at the cock as Ignacio ran a hand through his hair. Ignacio felt the new body up, admiring his work. Justin’s cock bobbed out in the open and Ignacio seized it. Awkward given their position but Justin’s attitude and excitement was rubbing off on Ignacio.

Still one problem left, the girl did ask for her boyfriend to be made a senior. Right now, Justin was rocking that adorable freshman face on top of a brute’s body. Time to change that. Ignacio was surprised Justin hadn’t noticed the blunt had disappeared. Ignacio had left Justin more clear-headed compared to his previous clients. Instead, Justin was more invested in the cock he was slurping on. 

“Dude I gotta be honest with you,” Ignacio spoke, still jacking off Justin. His balls began to rise as Justin slurped harder.” Ahhhh, Fuck!” Ignacio began to cum in Justin’s mouth. Thus began the next stage. Justin’s face began to crack and shift against Ignacio’s torso, Ignacio experienced it all not even looking, the widening of the jaw, bones reforming, and the beard growing in. But that wasn’t all Ignacio’s sperm had done. Right now, Justin’s brains were being drained so he could be the perfect dumb jock for his girl.  That’s when Ignacio finally remembered he had been meaning to say something before he came.

“Have you ever heard of a bruja before?”

Justin pulled off Ignacio’s cock with a loud wet Pop sound. “Bru- ha?” Justin said, sounding dumber than before. “Sounds like Bruh-Ha,” Justin laughed to himself. 

“A bruja is a witch, and I’m what you would call a brujo.”

“Bru-ho…Bro-ho, now that’s funny,” Justin leaned back onto the couch getting away from Ignacio’s cock though he still had some jizz on his lip. Justin ran his tongue over his lips, slurping the extra bit right up. Ignacio caught it and his cock was raring to go again. He hadn’t implemented any changes that would have made Justin lean towards men.  Which meant Justin naturally had the desire within him. Ignacio didn’t mind but it was something Justin’s girl was going to have to deal with.

“So, you’re a Bro-ho. Does that mean a witch who lets guys suck their dicks?” Justin chuckled, clearly unconvinced. Ignacio sighed it was time to do a memory wipe and make sure Justin remembered himself as always being this big before he left. “Still, I’m happy though.” Justin went on getting Ignacio’s attention. “I don’t care if you’re a ho, bro. I’m just happy I could finally touch you like this. Never thought my crush would invite me back to his place.” Justin said with a goofy smile.

“Crush?” Ignacio backed up. “I don’t know if your girlfriend would appreciate that.” 

“Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Yes, you do, I’ve seen your Instagram and hers.” Ignacio definitely did his bit of research before he decided to take on his client. 

“I mean I did have one, but we broke up about three weeks ago.  I didn’t tell her everything but one of the reasons was because I found myself thinking more about you. We had class together, but I wasn’t sure how to actually ask a guy out. That’s why I was happy when you invited me over.” Justin rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. 

Ignacio was trying to decipher what this meant going forward. If the girl didn’t know why they broke up, she probably contacted Ignacio as a misguided attempt to get back with him. Of course, as always, Ignacio made it a rule not to come between break ups because that was always messy. Wanting Justin to be dumber after the breakup definitely felt more like a petty revenge ploy now. Then there was the added fact of Justin’s crush. 

“Fuck it,” Ignacio pulled Justin in for a kiss. “Your ex is going to be pissed when she finds out she’s still your ex.”