Yibble Dibble Doo

I was sitting with DJ at the coffee place. That one in the student union building. It’s where we go to pretend like we’re studying.

“Dude, how is she even with that tool?” DJ was moaning.

He was staring at Allison. DJ’s been crushing on her since first year, but she won’t even give him the time of day. She hooked up with her boyfriend sometime during frosh week and the two of them have been disgustingly cute ever since.

“Do you really want an answer?” I joked. Her boyfriend, Chad, was good looking, athletic, and totally smitten with her.

“Yeah, well, she should be with me,” DJ complained. “I’m a nice guy. And we have a lot in common.”

That was a lie. DJ was a nerdy sociology major. Allison was a hot psych chick. She was blond and busty, while DJ struggled to keep his face clear from zits. It’s like... whatever, think of her when you jerk off, but there’s no chance.

“Dude,” I said. “Did we seriously need to spend money just so you can stalk your crush and bitch at me? I have midterms coming up. I should be in the library.”

“Nah,” DJ said, grinning and pulling a musty looking book from his bag. “We needed to have coffee cause they always grab coffee in the afternoon, and I figured out how to get the girl. I was going through some old books in the library and I found this love spell.”

“That’s bullshit,” I said bluntly.

“Mock it, but I’m gonna recite this spell. You’re here so I don’t look like a crazy person while I babble at myself.”

“Yeah bro, sitting alone would definitely be the crazy person part of this,” I said, giving him a roll of my eyes.

“Shut up,” DJ whined. “Look, maybe it doesn’t work. You can make fun of me after.”

“Let’s say it works. They’re a happy couple, you can’t just rip that apart. It’s not okay.”

“Oh look at Mr. Perfect,” DJ laughed. “Relax. The book even says they’ll both find their perfect love. I get Allison, and he gets... I don’t know, but whatever girl will be happy with him. And the book says I’m gonna be perfect for her, okay?”

“Little light on the details, aren’t we?”

“Dude, stop riding my ass,” he complained. “Did I give you grief when you tried to hook up with Tracey last week?”

“Yes,” I said flatly. “And I didn’t try to hook up with Tracey by using some secret magic spell to make her all horny for me.”

“It’s not secret,” DJ insisted. “It was in the library. And it’s not just horny, it’s love, okay? Shut up and let me try this.”

I rolled my eyes again and watched DJ read from the book.

“Okay,” he said, giving me a nervous grin. “Here goes. Yibble dibble dibble doo.”

“You’re serious?” I laughed.

“Shutup. Yibble dibble dibble doo. Dibble dibble yibble yoo. Dibble doo duh yibble yoo. Yibble yoo yuh dibble doo.”

He breathed out heavily and glanced over at Allison and Chad.

“Is that it?” I asked. “Just a bunch of nursery rhyme bullshit?”

“Dude, just shut up and watch,” DJ said. “Seriously, look at them!”

I tried to glance over subtly. Allison and Chad both looked majorly disoriented, like they both just realized they were riding a roller coaster. Chad grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, while Allison blinked and looked around the room.

After a few seconds, her eyes landed on DJ. She saw him looking and a playful smile flashed across her face. She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Holy shit... was she suddenly into DJ?

She turned to Chad and said something casually. He nodded and smiled, gesturing for her to go. Allison stood and grabbed her jacket, slipping into it before the grabbed her books. Then she was heading towards our table, gliding and dancing and hurrying all at the same time.

“Hey,” she said, staring deep into DJ’s eyes. “I’m Allison. I’m not sure if you remember me, we met back in first year – we were in the same frosh group?”

“Hey Allison,” DJ said. “Yeah, I remember. I’m DJ.”

“Oh, I know,” she giggled, tucking another strand of hair behind her ear. “I uh... look, I don’t usually do this, but do you want to grab a cup of coffee sometime?”

“How about now?” DJ asked with a relaxed grin.

“Perfect,” she said. “There’s this cute little place off campus that makes the best lattes.”

“Told you so dude,” DJ said, glancing in my direction. Then all his attention was on Allison, flirting and grinning as he gathered up his stuff. A minute later he was gone and I was sitting alone.

Impossible. Ridiculous. But that’s just how it happened.

I was sitting in shock when I heard a deep voice in front of me.

“Hey,” it said. “I’m Chad. I think I’ve seen you around – you’re Arthur, right?”

“Uh, hey,” I said, looking up and seeing Chad standing above my table. He was giving me a bashful smile and subtly pushing out his pecs. “It’s uh... it’s actually Austin,” I said.

“Right, sorry. Austin,” he said, smoothly sitting down across from me. “That’s a great name dude, really fits you.”

“Thanks... uh, look, bro... whatever just happened with your girl there, I swear I didn’t...”

“Huh?” Chad said, giving me a confused look. “Allison? She’s not my girl, we’re just friends. Promise.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, trying to adapt. Reality had shifted under me, but I still remembered the two of them being together. Apparently Chad wasn’t privy to that.

“You know, it’s funny,” Chad said, putting a hand over one of mine. “Usually I’m into blonds, but there’s something about you Austin.”

“Uh...” I said. What the hell was happening? Chad was acting like I was some chick. Like, was the dude seriously flirting with me? I didn’t know him well, but I knew he was straight. Unless... holy shit...

DJ’s love spell affected Chad too – and now Chad was in love with me!

“I’m uh... look, dude I’m flattered, really, but I’m...” I stammered, pulling my hand back from his.

“Yeah... sorry,” he said with a self-deprecating shrug. “I come on strong sometimes. Maybe... could I get your phone number? Maybe we could go out sometime. Get to know each other better.”

I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never been hit on before – girls always expect me to do the work. Usually I got rejected. They’re always looking for someone more athletic... more popular... more like Chad.

And now he was here, staring into my eyes and trying to get my number.

It was seriously freaking me out.

“Uh dude, I gotta go...” I said, grabbing my bag.

“You got class?” Chad asked earnestly. “I could walk you.”

“Uh, no... I’ve gotta... um, I need to pick up my bag from my room,” I said, trying to find an excuse.

“You’ve got your bag,” Chad laughed, pointing at my backpack.

“Uh... my other bag,” I lied obviously.

“Okay Austin,” he said, giving me another charming smile. “It was good to run into you. I’ll definitely see you around campus. Maybe...?”

“I gotta go,” I said, standing and bolting out the door. My heart was pounding. This was totally wrong. First off, he should be dating Allison. Second off, he should be straight. And third, I guess, I’m straight.

So why was I so fucking hard?

I didn’t really pay attention in class. Instead I went through it over and over. Let’s say the love spell worked. Okay – so now Allison was in love with DJ, and Chad was single. And DJ said something about the spell making sure he got someone too... so now he was into me?

Oh fuck. This was gonna be awkward as hell.

After class I stopped to take a leak. Someone else was in the bathroom too, so I washed my hands after. I was drying my hands on my jeans when I noticed something was off. It was my reflection. My hair looked a little lighter than normal.

Must be a trick of the lights.

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I got back to my room late – I wasn’t lying about those midterms coming up, so I’d stayed in the library until almost ten. By the time I got out of there, I just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

But I glanced in the mirror first. It was no trick of the lights. My hair was way lighter than it should have been.

I stood at my bathroom sink, running my hand through it and wincing in confusion. I’ve got dark brown hair, but this looked almost dirty blond. And my eyes? They’ve always been brown, even when I was a baby. The mirror was reflecting them back wrong... it showed a clear blue, like water from a glacier.

“DJ, you fucking idiot,” I growled to myself. “What did you do?”

I grabbed my phone and called him.

“Hey bro,” DJ said quietly. His voice sounded weirdly deep. “I can’t talk right now, okay? Allison and me are watching a movie.”

“Listen,” I said. “Something is very wrong, okay? My hair is the wrong colour... and my eyes man...”

“Dude, I told you, I’m with Allison,” he repeated. “Look, whatever it is, we’ll meet up for breakfast tomorrow, okay? Eight o’clock at our regular table.”

“DJ, for real man, I gotta...”

Fucker hung up the phone. I chugged a couple beers and put myself to bed.

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My dreams were chaotic and stressful. I’d be in class or at the library or at the dining hall and then... “Hey... maybe I could get your phone number,” Chad would say. “Maybe we could get to know each other better...”

And then he’d kiss me.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Everything was bleary, but I had to piss hard.

I stumbled to the bathroom and flipped the light. I felt strange, like I was still a little drunk. I emptied out my bladder and felt a little better.

That didn’t last long. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I looked like a mess. I was tired and baggy, wincing at the lights.

But my average body was gone, twisted by whatever magic DJ had used.

It had reshaped itself while I slept. My tiny pecs had exploded, becoming thick mounds that hung over a tight waist. I always had a little beer gut, but that was gone now. Instead I had a set of abs that flexed into a tight six pack. As I turned around to get a different angle on my new chest I saw my ass – perky and round.

Holy shit... DJ’s spell had turned me into... something else.

And my hair was definitely blond. The dirty blond look was gone, replaced with a honey blond that worked well against my deep blue eyes.

I checked my phone. It was 6 AM... still a couple hours before breakfast. I looked in the mirror desperately, wondering if another hour of sleep could make it all go away.

Or maybe it’d be worse.

Did it matter? I was never gonna get back to sleep. Not like this.

I started searching my closet, trying to find something that fit.

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Lucky me, I found something. A baggy tee that my aunt got me for Christmas last year. I don’t even know why I brought it to college.

But it fit, sort of. It hugged my new pecs, tight enough that it showed off my nipples. It was far from perfect, awkwardly baggy over my tight waist. I put on a hoodie too, even if it couldn’t zip up over my chest.

It was better than showing up to breakfast naked.

My lower body wasn’t as difficult. My sweats still fit, even if they did outline my ass pretty obnoxiously. My junk was awkwardly smashed against the front because my big butt took up so much fabric.

I looked like I woke up in my kid brothers clothes.

DJ was definitely having his own set of changes, but nothing as bad as mine. He was looking more masculine and athletic, filling out his shirts with gym built muscle. His jawline had gotten more rugged and it made him look far more mature than yesterday.

I sat down my tray and gave him an exasperated look.

“Dude, I know, right? Check me out,” he laughed, flexing a bicep at me. “And that’s not everything bro... my dick is fuckin’ huge. I fucked Allison last night and apparently she’s really into guys with huge dicks. So I checked the spell this morning and you remember how it said I was gonna be perfect for her? Bro, I think it’s changing me so I’m like... her perfect boyfriend."

“DJ, shut up,” I said pointedly. “Look, I’m thrilled you’re having the best time ever or whatever, but in case you haven’t noticed... dude, I’m freaking out.”

“Huh?”

“Whatever that spell did, it didn’t just affect you and Allison,” I said. “It got me and Chad too. Something went wrong.”

“Nah,” DJ protested. “That can’t be true. The spell worked perfectly. Allison’s totally in love with me now, and it’s sort of... massaging reality a little, making me into her perfect boyfriend. But who cares? She’s into good looking guys with big dicks, there’s no downside.”

“Yeah,” I shot back. “But now Chad’s totally into me. Like... he’s in love with me or something. And besides, you might look like a hot jock or whatever, but I don’t fit into any of my shirts anymore. Seriously DJ, look at me... I’m built like a Ken doll."

“You said Chad’s totally into you?” DJ asked, glancing across the room.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he’s on his way over,” DJ said, giving me an awkward shrug. Fuck him... with his new changes, even an awkward shrug looked good.

“Hey Austin,” Chad said, taking the seat next to me. “Hey uh...”

“DJ,” I said.

“Hey DJ,” Chad said, reaching across the table for a handshake. “Good to meet one of Austin’s buddies.”

“Good to meet you,” DJ said, raising his eyebrow at me slightly. I was telling the truth. Chad was clearly into me.

“You’re looking really good today,” Chad said confidently.

“Look, Chad... I’m straight, okay?” I stammered.

“Totally,” Chad said, putting up his hands in mock surrender. “I respect that. I thought I was straight for like... a really long time too. I’m just a sucker for a big pair of muscle tits, y’know?” he stared.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, okay. Hey, you’re in Professor Martin’s class, right?” I said, trying to change the subject. “You all ready for the midterm?”

“Yeah,” Chad said, nodding agreeably. “It’s a hard subject, huh? Maybe we should study together...”

“Look, dude...”

“Austin would love to study,” DJ said from across the table. “He’s just super shy. C’mon Austin, maybe Chad can help you ace that midterm.”

“DJ...” I moaned.

“How about seven tonight?” DJ said, cutting me out entirely. “In Austin’s room.”

“Yeah, I can do seven,” Chad said, glancing hopefully at me.

“Fine,” I spat, feeling railroaded. “But we’re meeting in the library. This is just a study session, okay?”

“You got it,” Chad grinned. “What's your number, just in case I can’t find you?”

We swapped numbers. I glared at DJ the whole time.

“Okay, cool,” Chad said, grabbing his tray before I could change my mind. “See you tonight Austin!”

“Dude, why did you do that?” I hissed at DJ.

“Look... bro,” DJ said. “If the spell has you and Chad too, then your changes are because you’re turning into Chad’s perfect boyfriend, same way I’m turning into Allison’s. There’s no sense fighting it bro, you’re his type.”

“No way,” I protested.

“You’re blond with big tits and a nice ass. Does that remind you of anyone?” DJ asked, waving to someone from across the room.

A second later Allison bounced over to join us, matching the description perfectly.

“Oh, fuck you,” I said.

"Everything okay here?” Allison asked cautiously.

“Yeah. Austin’s just taking off,” DJ said, turning his full attention to her. “I’ll see you later bro. Lemme know how tonight goes.”

I stormed off with my tray while the two of them made out.

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I floated through my day in a haze. I tried to forget about Chad and move on, but everything reminded me of him. The flex of some guys bicep... a deep voice behind me in class... a guy walking across the quad... everything made me think about Chad.

He kept texting me too, which definitely wasn’t helping.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about the library. Would he try to make a move? I knew he wanted me. The thought filled me with nervous energy.

Why did DJ have to set us up like that? Why did DJ have to cast that stupid spell in the first place? I wanted to time travel back to yesterday and light that damn book on fire. Whatever was happening, why wasn’t there some way to undo it?

Now there was an idea. Maybe there was a way to break the spell. I skipped my last class and ran over to DJ’s dorm room.

Allison answered the door.

“Oh hey!” she said happily. “You’re Austin right? From breakfast?”

“Yeah. Is he here?”

“He’s just in the shower,” Allison said wistfully. “Do you wanna come in? He shouldn’t be too long.”

“Uh, sure,” I said, stepping inside. “Hey, you know Chad Crawford, right?”

“Oh, totally. He’s like, one of my besties,” she giggled. “We actually dated for a while. Can you believe he only just figured out he’s gay?”

“Yeah... so... I think he’s into me,” I shared. “We’re studying tonight, at the library, and he’s been texting all day.”

“Ooh, let me see.”

I handed Allison my phone.

> 10:34 AM

> hey austin... looking forward to studying tonite!!

> 12:03 PM

> hey austin! i’m grabbing lunch... wanna join?

> 4:09 PM

> im taking stats for business... why is this so hard lol!!!

> 4:10 PM

> this is chad btw

“Yeah,” she laughed. “This is totally one of his moves. He’s like... super sweet like that.”

“Did he do this shit when you were dating?” I asked nervously.

“Totally. I can’t believe I thought he was straight,” she laughed. “I mean... like, it’s totally cool he’s gay though. I’m really happy for the two of you.”

I tried to say I wasn’t gay, but I couldn’t make the words come out. My mouth just sort of hung open for a second until it moved on its own.

“Do you think I’m really Chad’s type?” I asked. Don’t ask me where that came from.

“Uh... of course you are,” Allison laughed. “Chad’s sweet, but he’s not deep. You’re busty, blond, and you’ve got a big ass. That’s his type.”

“Yeah... I guess he’s pretty shallow.”

“I didn’t mean... look, Chad’s a great guy,” Allison insisted. “The only thing is... it’s like he thinks every girl should be obsessed with his dick. Or, uh... every guy I guess,” she laughed.

Great Allison. Now I’m wondering how big his dick is. Thanks for putting that in my head.

I almost asked, but DJ walked in. He was wrapped in a towel, and his body demanded all my attention. His body was packed with tight muscle, and I couldn’t stop staring.

“Hey bro,” DJ said in his newly baritone voice. “What’s up?”

Shit... I was getting hard just looking at him.

“Oh hey...” I said, staring at his pecs. They weren’t as big as mine, not by a long shot, but they were enough to hold my attention.

“Hey, dude, up here,” DJ laughed.

“Hey...” I said again. “I was just... um...”

“Austin just came by to get some advice,” Allison said, putting her hands on my shoulders reassuringly. “I was just giving him the lowdown on Chad. He’s like... totally into Austin!”

“No way bro,” DJ said, giving me a little wink. “You better hurry up buddy, you’re gonna be late for your study date.”

“Yeah...” I said, still staring at DJ’s dripping body. Damn... I wondered what Chad looked like coming out of a shower.

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My stomach was in knots on the walk back to my dorm. I had twenty minutes or so until I was supposed to meet Chad in the library. I wanted to text and say I couldn’t make it.

That’s what I would have done yesterday. But today...

Today there was a part of me that wanted him.

I had to fight it. It wasn’t real. Just some stupid spell that I got tangled in. I had gone to tell DJ to break the spell, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead I’d sized my friend up cause he was a total hottie.

Fuck. No. Men aren’t hot. Staring at DJ just... fuck, I was horny. Never make decisions when you’re horny.

I desperately needed to rub one out and get some clarity. I stripped down and got in the shower.

The hot water was perfect, hitting my thick new muscles and relaxing them. I rubbed soap over my pecs, taking great big handfuls of muscle and massaging them. Damn... they were so big. DJ was right... I’ve got massive tits.

I reached behind me and grabbed a handful of muscle. Big tits and one hell of an ass.

DJ had mentioned something about Allison having a thing for guys with big cocks... I wondered how big Chad was. Was he thick? Curved? I slipped a finger between my cheeks, moaning as I played with my hole.

No! I wasn’t gonna jerk off thinking about some dude’s cock. Not with a finger up my ass! Not at all!

I twisted off the shower and grabbed a towel. Damn it... my dick was still painfully hard. I needed to get off, but I didn’t want to jerk it to Chad.

My phone buzzed. I grabbed it angrily, pissed off at everything.

> 6:57 PM

> hey austin i’m at the library! study room 9 :)

Fuck... I was out of time. I had to cancel... tell him this was _never_ gonna happen.

“running late...” I texted back. “just getting ready lol ;)”

Holy fucking shit. Why was I flirting back?

I mean sure, Chad’s super hot... but I’m not gay! That didn’t seem to bother Chad, he was totally into me anyway. Would it hurt when he fucked me? I didn’t want him to fuck me!

I had to go to the library and tell him. Yeah... tell him about the spell. Make him understand that none of this was real. I’m straight. He’s straight. We don’t want to fuck each other.

I squeezed into a pair of jeans. I don’t normally go commando, but the denim felt good against my dick. Besides, those jeans were hugging my ass so tight, I doubt there was room for underwear. Yeah... they looked good on me. They really showed off my booty.

My shirts were a problem. None of my t-shirts fit anymore, and I felt clunky in the one I’d worn all day. Instead I grabbed a tank top from my drawer. It used to be baggy, perfect for chill days on the beach. Now it clung to my pecs and showed off the tight taper of my waist.

Chad was gonna love it.

Why did that make me happy?

I hurried across the campus, excited and terrified. Chad was waiting at the library and all I could think about was how much I needed to see him. I could feel people staring at me as I rushed past. They were totally judging me. They thought I was a slut.

But I wasn’t! Chad and I weren’t going to hook up or whatever. I was going to tell Chad that I wasn’t gay and neither was he. I was going to tell him about the spell book, about DJ, about why he broke up with Allison. I was going to get this whole mess sorted out.

I couldn’t help massaging my pec as I walked, feeling up my own thick muscle. I caught my reflection in a window... god, I looked like such a hot slut.

No, that’s wrong. I’m a guy, and guys aren’t supposed to be hot... we’re not supposed to be hot sluts...

But I totally got hard at DJ’s body. That dude was definitely hot, all tight muscle and confidence. And Chad’s cock was definitely hot too, though I hadn’t seen him naked yet. His cock was probably like... super hot.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Chad’s cock?

My mind was spinning. I just wanted to go back to yesterday. Get back in my boring old body and get back to worrying about midterms. Get back to being a normal guy.

Did I? Or did I want Chad’s cock buried in my ass, fucking me as hard as he could.

And there I was, standing in front of the library.

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I glanced through the study room window. I was at least twenty minutes late, but Chad was still there, taking notes on something from the textbook.

I gulped. Maybe I was reading too much into this. Maybe it was just a study session.

“Hey Austin!” Chad called, waving me inside. He had a disarming grin. He’d worn a polo shirt that made his biceps look fucking amazing.

“Uh, hey,” I said, taking the chair next to him. He’d brought his textbook and a notepad. I was so distracted I forgot to bring my bag.

“Hey,” he smiled.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries bro,” he said. “I’ve just been working through some of the practice problems. I’m really stuck on number eight. Cause I get the derivative, I think, and then I’m not really sure what I’m s’posed to do with it.”

He slid the notepad in front of me and left his pencil sitting on it. I noticed him grab another pencil from his bag. I’ve got to hand it to Chad, here I am acting like a total space cadet, and he was making me feel comfortable.

“I think you’re uh...” I said, staring at the numbers. God... how was I supposed to focus on numbers when Chad’s cock was like... right there. He smelled good, like he’d taken a long shower. Not too much body spray. He was really well groomed... I wondered if he trimmed his bush...

“Any ideas?” Chad asked hopefully.

“I’m uh... I’m sorry,” I stuttered, trying to find an excuse. “I’m such a ditz at all this science stuff. You know what they say about blonds, huh?”

No way. I was sure I knew this. Why was I acting like I didn’t?

I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Hey,” Chad said, putting his arm around my shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s hard stuff.”

“You’re hard stuff,” I giggled, thinking about his cock again. I put my hand on his thigh, feeling the tight fabric.

“So,” he said confidently. “I guess you don’t really want to study, huh?”

I glanced down at the notebook. Fuck, I really couldn’t concentrate on any of this. Chad dominated the room with his presence.

I felt his hand on my jaw, turning my head so I looked at him again. He stared into my eyes for half a second, then he planted his lips on mine. He was kissing me. I was kissing him. Oh my god, I was kissing another guy. It was the spell. I had to stop it.

Chad reached down and moved my hand, sliding it a couple of inches until it was resting on his thick cock. Fuck... he really did have a huge piece of meat. I moaned, wishing his jeans would vanish and I could hold it in my hand.

I felt myself kissing back. Oh my god... Chad was a really good kisser. But I wasn’t gay! Why couldn’t I do it? Push him away and just say the words.

“You’re such a fuckin’ show off,” Chad mumbled, grabbing a pec and squeezing it. He kissed me again, tweaking my nipple and feeling up my muscle.

“You like it?” I asked, rubbing his cock through the denim. Why was I flirting? Why did it feel so good?

“I fuckin’ love it,” Chad moaned.

There was a sharp knock on the door. I looked over and blushed bright red. A librarian was standing there, giving us the evil eye.

“Sorry!” Chad called through the door. He dropped his hand off my pec and started shoving his things into a book bag. “I guess we better go,” he chucked. “Before she decides to curse us.”

If only he knew. I could tell him. If I wanted.

“Mmm...” I said instead. “How about your room?”

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Chad stumbled into his room. He’d barely managed to unlock the door, he was so distracted while I gave him a hickie.

“Get in here,” he said, pulling me along with him. He dropped his book bag and locked lips with me again, pinning me against the wall and groping my ass.

“Mmmm...” I moaned, pushing him back towards the bed. I took the moment and stripped off my tank, eager to set my pecs free so Chad could admire them.

“Look at those fuckin’ muscle tits,” Chad moaned, reaching into his jeans and repositioning his cock. I couldn’t wait for him to lose those pants and let it loose. My whole body was buzzing, my reservations swept away by the absolute need for Chad’s cock.

He peeled his jeans down, then stripped off his t-shirt. His cock was bulging out of his boxers, eager and needy.

My mouth watered at the sight of the outline. My ass was empty and I needed it filled. I knew if I saw that cock, I was gonna suck it. And once I sucked that dick, Chad was for sure gonna fuck me. And once he fucked me... holy shit, if Chad fucked me, I was gonna turn gay for sure.

I bounced my pecs and put my hand on Chad’s bulge. Chad was gonna turn me fuckin’ gay!

“That’s right babe,” Chad moaned. “You know you want it.”

“I wanna suck your cock so bad,” I moaned back. I hoped I sounded slutty enough.

If I saw that cock...

“Okay babe,” Chad laughed, stripping off his boxers and letting his monster go free. It reached out toward me, begging me to lock my lips around it.

I got down on my knees. His cock was right in front of me, eager and waiting. My mouth was watering in anticipation.

Once I sucked that dick...

I took it inside my mouth, my eyes growing wide at my first taste of cock. I licked enthusiastically... Chad’s cock was goddamn delicious. It was my new favourite snack. And the size... the way it filled my mouth, practically choking me with it’s thickness... I loved it.

I tasted something salty. Precum. Chad was starting to leak and I licked up every drop.

Chad let me take my time, looking down on me with a grin as he enjoyed my amateur blowjob. I explored his cock with my tongue, licking up and down it’s length, locking my lips around his cockhead and making him moan.

I felt greedy, enjoying it so much. Chad was moaning the whole time... so I guess he didn’t mind.

“I wanna fuck you,” Chad gasped. I felt him grab my arm, pulling me up and away. “I wanna fuck that booty.”

“Get on the bed,” I ordered. I unzipped my jeans and tugged them over my fat glutes. My cock flopped out. Oh right... I forgot I wasn't wearing underwear.

“You're such a fucking slut...” Chad sighed, sitting on the bed. “I love how fucking slutty you are.”

I felt a thrill run up my spine. I was a slut! He loved it!

I pushed Chad back onto the bed and sat on his cock, swallowing it with my ass

Cause once he fucked me...

“Oh my god,” I moaned, sliding myself down his pole. He was gasping under me. I bet he thought he’d be doing the fucking, but it was me... fucking myself on his beautiful cock.

Oh fuck... he was turning me gay. His amazing cock was tearing me apart. There wasn't anything I could do... I felt helpless to stop. He was turning me gay.

Chad grabbed my pecs, gripping one with each hand.

I felt my heterosexuality slip away with every single thrust.

God I loved the way he felt inside me. Filling me up and giving me purpose.

Yesterday I was smart. Normal. Boring.

Today I was just a big titted blond.

I moaned, the pleasure shooting straight to my brain.

I was a slut for Chad, totally obsessed with his cock.

Every hesitation faded away.

I wanted to ride Chad’s cock forever.

I went harder. Faster. As fast as my body would go.

I didn’t know why I tried to say no. Being Chad’s boyfriend would be like... the best thing ever. I looked down at his handsome face, a blissed out grin plastered on it.

“I’m gonna.... fuck... I’m gonna cum!” Chad shouted. And then he was filling my ass, filling me with a sense of arrogant pride and deep satisfaction. Chad’s cum was inside of me!

I was gay. I was slutty. I had an ass that would never quit.

Chad gave my pecs one final squeeze and I came hard, cumming as a gay slut. It hit me right in the face.

“Damn Austin...” Chad laughed as I collapsed on top of him. “You’re fuckin' perfect.”

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I was in class, trying to concentrate, but all I could think about was how empty my ass felt. It had been almost two weeks since we started dating, and Chad’s cock was always on my mind.

It was so beautiful. Big and thick, with a little curve that hit all the right spots. He’s got these heavy balls, hairy and musky, and churning with hot cum. His bush is trimmed, carefully manscaped to make his cock look even bigger. I love kissing my way down his abs, over the tan line at his waist, and then taking a deep breath.

Man... when I think about that smell, my mouth waters.

“Excuse me, Austin, are we bothering you?” my professor said.

“Huh?”

“I was just asking you about the best approach to this problem,” he said, tapping chalk on the blackboard. The surface was covered in complex equations. I knew it should be easy, or at least solvable, but I hadn’t been watching.

“Uh... I’m sorry, I uh... I wasn’t paying attention,” I stammered.

“Let’s try a little harder next time,” the professor sighed. “Okay, what do you think... Brad?” he asked, picking on another student for once.

I slumped back in my chair. That had been happening more and more. I always used to be a good student, but lately I felt like I was falling behind in my classes. It was just... fuck, I was totally obsessed with Chad’s cock.

The professor was deep into another grilling, so I slid my phone from my bag and pulled up my texts. Chad texts me a bunch of times every day. I could usually get him to send one or two dick pics. Scrolling through them was more than a habit. It was a compulsion.

God, look at that cock. Thick and delicious. It was a shame he hadn’t sent one all day... yesterday either.

I made a beeline for Chad’s dorm right after class. I wanted to taste his cock so bad. I was almost there when I saw DJ and Allison outside.

Shit, I really wanted that cock. Maybe I could pretend like I didn’t see them?

“Hey Austin!” DJ called.

“Uh... hey,” I said, glancing towards the door of the building. “What’s up?”

“We were just hanging out with Chad,” Allison smiled. “It sounds like the two of you are really having a lot of fun hanging out and –“

“It’s time to cut the crap,” DJ interrupted. The last couple weeks have really solidified his new personality. He’s such a cocky jock. Totally sweet to Allison, but he’s so confident and assertive it can be hard to handle.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Look, Austin... Chad called us over cause he wanted some advice. He’s in love with you for real, that’s totally true, but he feels like you’re just... like way too obsessed with his cock.”

Allison laughed.

“I didn’t think anyone could be too obsessed for him,” she admitted. “But apparently you managed it.”

“Yeah,” DJ said. “Look dude, Chad was thinking about breaking up with you. Don’t get that look on your face – we talked him down. Just... whatever happens bro, just roll with it, okay?”

“He wants to break up with me?” I asked, stunned by the news.

“It’s okay bro. He’s not gonna. Now go inside and make up, alright?”

I hurried inside to find Chad. He was in his room, pretending to study.

“Hey,” I said, giving a soft knock on the open door. “I just had a weird talk with DJ. Is there something we need to talk about?”

He was wearing the grey sweats of his I love. Every so often the fabric tugs in the right way and it really outlines his bulge.

“Hey Austin,” Chad said with a kind smile. “Sit down, okay?”

I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Okay,” I said nervously. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been feeling like... a lot of pressure lately. Like whenever we’re together, it has to be about my dick.”

“I mean... your dick is fucking amazing,” I gushed. “Everything bro, the shape, the size, even the smell–”

“This is exactly the shit I’m talking about,” Chad interrupted. “Look, I love you. I mean it, capital L ‘LOVE” you. But babe, I’m more than just a cock. Y’know? I’ve got other interests. Sometimes I just wanna watch a movie. It’s hot and all, but I’m not just some piece of meat.”

“Okay,” I said quickly. “Okay, so let’s watch a movie. You can be big spoon though... I wanna feel your junk pressed up against my–“

“Dude, seriously?” Chad laughed. “Okay, so this is crazy, but I was talking to DJ and he thinks he has a solution. He’s got this old book and he claims that it’s magic and it really works. Sounds like bull to me, but I’m ready to try anything.”

“DJ told you about his book?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s got this love spell in it, and he says if I cast it on you, you’ll fall in love with me. All of me. Not just my hammer, y’know?”

“And that’s gonna make you happy?” I asked.

“Yeah... I mean... I won’t do it unless you say it’s okay.”

“Okay.”

“So can I cast the spell?” Chad asked. “I’ve got the book right here. We can do it now.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. I didn’t have the heart to tell him we were both already caught up in the spell. He’d already fallen in love with me, and I’d already transformed into his perfect boyfriend.

“Okay,” he said. “Here goes. Yibble dibble dibble doo. Dibble dibble yibble yoo. Dibble doo duh yibble yoo. Yibble yoo yuh dibble doo.”

I tried to keep from giggling while he repeated the nonsense. Except, of course, I already knew it wasn’t just nonsense.

As the last word passed his lips, I felt a wave pass over me. I felt disoriented, like I’d just been shaken awake from a deep sleep. I wasn’t sure where I was or even who I was. I clutched at the bedspread under me.

And then my eyes landed on Chad. Handsome, sexy, amazing Chad. I loved everything about him, from the way his t-shirt traced his pecs to the way his tight ass looked in those sweats. But still... more than anything else, I wanted his cock inside me.

I was in love with him.

And he was gonna be my perfect boyfriend. I grinned at the first little change, watching as his sweats shrunk down a size, clinging tightly to his ass and hugging his package. Yeah... that’s the kind of showoff I wanted.

“Hey Chad,” I teased, turning over and giving him a good view of my ass. “You wanna fuck this booty?”

“You know I do,” he growled.

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I was in class, trying to concentrate, but all I could think about what Chad’s cock. He fucked me good before class, filling me with his load. I could still feel it leaking out of me. Chad’s cock feels so fucking good...

The professor was going around the room, trying to embarrass us with questions. I knew he wouldn’t be calling on me – I never paid attention anyway.

My phone buzzed softly. I had a new text from Chad.

> 2:37 PM

> hey babe u almost done with class?? just thinking about ur amazing ass

> 2:38 PM

> ur so big and jiggly and tight. i wanna fuck you so bad.

And then another picture of his hard cock. He knows how much these turn me on so he sends three or four pics a day. Sure, he fucked me a few hours ago, but I was eager for another round. My mouth watered at the photo.

> 2:42 PM

> i wanna thrust my big dick in ur perfect hole ;) i’m gonna squeeze ur muscle tits so hard u blow ur load lol

I leaned back in my chair and grinned. It had only been a few days since Chad cast his love spell on me, but it had already done its magic. I’m like... totally in love with the new Chad.

The new Chad who only goes commando, so you can really see the outline of his cock, no matter what he wears.

The new Chad who wears the tightest sweats and bike shorts because he’s so eager to show off his cock to everyone.

The new Chad who’s like... totally obsessed with my ass. The guy seriously never stops thinking about my hole. Last night he fucked me for hours, telling me how perfect my ass was the whole time.

And yeah, it could get old, but I was obsessed with his cock, so I guess we were even.

“I’ve got like another half hour,” I texted back. “And then I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours. Ur gonna ruin my hole!!”

> 2:45 PM

> can’t wait babe. hurry over to my place... slut

He’s fuckin’ perfect.