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Football Chronivac Part 03
🕑 Added 2019-12-15 05:29:10 +0000 UTC“Damn!” Nick couldn’t keep the smile off his face after seeing what Adrian had done to Trevor. Even through his gruff demeanor, there was a consistent smile across his face as he left the gym. More impressively that he didn’t even look at the girl he’d been pining over for the last few months. His mind was solely focused on Trevor.
“That was quite a bit,” Alex added.
“A bit? Didn’t you see how happy he was?” Nick celebrated. “Damn I wonder how good he felt. Had to be fucking amazing the way his eyes went wide an’ all.”
“Yeah… It did look like it…”
“C’mon man, let’s go do something,” Nick pulled his arm around Alex and led him out of the gym again.
“Do something?? But… But it’s a school night!” Alex found himself protesting.
“Yeah? So?” Nick shrugged his heavy shoulders. “We got a device to change people and you’re ready to call it a night?”
“I mean…” Alex wasn’t sure what to say. Seeing how excited Nick was, he could feel it start rushing through him as well. “I guess I’m not that tired.”
“Great!” Nick rounded him up and started off towards the local club. It was just a mile off of campus so walking wasn’t too bad. Especially after the transformation Nick had gone through, he felt great. Though once they got there it was pretty obvious that they weren’t dressed for the occasion. He typed in a few sentences and their clothes instantly started to change again. The ragged jeans turned black with the heavy material turning into something a bit thinner. The sleeveless shirt he was wearing quickly grew sleeves and then a few buttons that couldn’t quite be buttoned up properly. The collar of the shirt grew longer then folded over.
“Looking pretty good eh?” he bragged to Alex.
“Uh-huh…” Alex agreed. He could feel the rush of excitement running through Nick at the transformation and then through him as well. The clothes seemed to fit him perfectly to show off his muscles without clinging too tightly. His biceps pulled at them just enough while the cut between his pecs was visible where it was supposed to be buttoned up.
They walked to the front door and flashed their IDs at the doorman. His large bulky hands grabbed them, scanned and then he threw a thumb over his shoulder telling them it was alright to go in.
“Hmmm…” Nick paused a little past the doorway. He’d walked a bit past him but then stopped. “You like being this big?” he asked the security guard.
“The fuck?” the big guy responded. He clenched his fatter hands into fists then took a deep breath. His heavyset frame leaned back against the wall, then narrowed his eyes. “Look. I’m just doin my fuckin job. Don’t make it harder than it has ta be.”
“Thought so…” Nick hid his voice underneath the volume of the music. He turned to go deeper into the club and then was bombarded with a hug.
“YO!” Dante shouted excitedly. His athletic body hung around Nick’s thick neck. He was one of the running backs on the team. “You came ta party!”
Alex came back with a beer and a mixed drink for himself. “Shouldn’t you be resting for the game tomorrow?” he asked.
“Resting?” Dante laughed it off. Red flush covered his face as he’d obviously already been drinking for a few hours. At 220 he could hold his alcohol fairly well, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get to a point where he’d be way over the line. It just took him a bit more money than most people. “This is resting! How am I supposed ta play muh best if I ain’t relaxed?” he swished his near empty bottle of beer.
“Most people sleep,” another guy came up behind him and wrestled him down to the table. He looked up and gave a pleasant smile. “Sup, didn’t think you’d come out tonight,” he smiled.
“Should’ve known you’d be with him Jasmin,” Nick smirked as he grabbed his hand for an action style handshake.
Jasmin shook his head. “Yeah… Yeah… Dumbass would probably drank himself under the table if I didn’t.”
“Would not!” Dante slurred back. He staggered a bit to the side and caught himself on the table. “Well… Probably not…” he corrected as he corrected his balance.
Jasmin shook his head. “Can’t go anywhere with him,” he smirked.
“Happens,” Nick smirked back. He’d known Dante for long enough to know just how much trouble he could get into. And with Jasmin there it only slowed down, only a little bit. Nick brought out his phone again and started typing away like he had earlier.
“Whatcha got there?” Jasmin asked. He didn’t know why someone like Nick would waste his time pulling out a phone in a club. ‘Then again with a boyfriend as cute as Alex, he couldn’t see him going after anyone here.’ The thought caught Jasmin by surprise but he brushed it off.
“Oh this?” Nick was almost bragging about it. “It’s something that can change reality.”
Alex slapped Nick’s arm with as much power he could muster. It obviously wasn’t enough to damage. “Don’t tell him that!”
“Why not?” Nick laughed laughed it off. “He can know. He’s cool. Don’t forget, I can change anything with this.”
Alex gave Nick a bit of a stink eye as Jasmin laughed with him. “Sure it can…” he smirked. It was dripping with sarcasm. But Nick kept typing away at something. “Wanna prove it?” he pried. A bit of interest seemed to be left over as both Alex was a bit angry and Nick didn’t really back down from his initial claim.
“You want me to prove it?” Nick teased back. His massive body leaned against Jasmin’s. He’d already changed the club to be exclusively men, and Jasmin hadn’t quite noticed that.
“Sure,” Jasmin rolled his eyes. He always forgot how touchy feely Nick could be. “How about them?”
Nick looked over at two guys at the bar. They were looking at each other a bit confused. Just a few minutes ago they’d each been trying to hit on some women, now they weren’t so sure why they were there anymore. But there had to be a reason they were in a gay club, right? They were starting to talk to each other a bit more, realizing they had a little bit in common. Both we in pretty good shape with strong jawlines.
“You want me to change them?”
“Sure,” Jasmin shrugged. He didn’t notice the changes that were occurring to his own body. Slowly his shirt was starting to fill more and more. The buttons on his solid colored dress shirt were starting to get their strength tested ever so slightly. His sleeves were filling out while his butt stretched over the back part of his pants. He adjusted his posture. “Change them.”
“Sure thing,” Nick smirked as he started typing away. ‘The guy on the left will give the guy on the right what he considers to be his masculine traits and will receive three quarters of the other guy’s dick and balls.’ He hit the enter button, making sure that him, Jasmin, Alex and the two guys were fully aware.
Instantly the two guys felt something up. The one on the left hiccupped as the amount of alcohol was far too much for his body to handle. At a toned 190 he was rapidly losing that muscle he’d grown so accustomed to. His 6’ rapidly shrank down. Bones pulled closer together. His feet no longer filled his shoes. Any muscle holding his clothes tightly against his body shrank away to almost nothing. His XL shirt that had fit him fairly well was now two sizes too large.
“Woah…” he staggered a bit as he took another swig of alcohol. His mind was still telling him he should be sober but his body wasn’t having much of it. The room seemed to be spinning and he felt the warm embrace of the guy right next to him.
“You alright?” his voice boomed. Even through the loud music he could clearly hear the deep voice of the guy who’d been sitting next to him. “What just happened?” He’d gone under something fairly similar. Gaining those 70 pounds of muscle he seemed to have stretch out his clothes far more than they could handle. The buttons holding his sleeves closed had broken under the new width of his wrists. While the sleeves had torn at the seams allowing his shoulders to be set free.
Even his belt had snapped under the pressure of his expanded waist. It wasn’t because he’d gotten any fatter. On the contrary, his abs were more pronounced and could almost be seen through the two layers of shirts he was wearing. Sweat had molded the undershirt against them while the dress shirt wasn’t able to be as loose as it had been. But rather his waist had grown with his new height. If he stood up, he would have noticed the added 5 inches that he’d just taken from the other guy.
“I dunno…” he slurred. More of his light weight leaned against the other man. In his drunken stupor he was allowing himself to be more handsy. His small fingers gripped the large muscles beneath them. “But it sure made you hot…” he nuzzled his face against a pec.
“But coach!” the one guy tried to pull back. He caught the word and was completely confused by it. ‘Coach?’ the small guy looked up at him with wide eyes. They matched his softer face. Any traces of hair had completely left his smooth chin, and it looked like the rest of his body as well. For some reason he could almost see the other man’s body naked, as though he’d seen it dozens of times before.
“Coach?” a giddy chuckle came out of him. “Call me that again.”
The bodybuilder didn’t know why it just came out. He could feel like they’d just met, but there was something else there. “Coach?” he felt the word come out of his mouth. As he did so his dick bounded to attention. The 2 inches poked forward into his underwear at full glory.
Another giddy chuckle came from ‘Coach’. He stood up and let his pants fall to the floor. The underwear went with it. Though a huge mast pushed forward at full attention. The thick long cock begged for attention. “Go on,” he prodded. Though with his less than sober body he couldn’t stand straight for too long.
The bodybuilder found his hand going to grab it. He could feel it grasped in his hand. ‘What’s wrong with me!?’ he shouted in his head but his arousal was shoving those thoughts out. All he could think about was pleasing coach. Getting bigger. Getting stronger. Make coach happy. He felt his own body jerk at the thought of Coach being proud of him. The small stain filled his underwear. Though Coach wasn’t done yet. He could feel it was close. Just a little bit more.
“Good boy,” Coach whispered into his ear and then fell limp against his shoulder. The half naked man couldn’t quite stand up anymore. He seemed to have found a perfect resting place against the bodybuilder’s shoulder.
“Shit…” the bodybuilder groaned. He headed towards the front door and took his coach home.
Jasmin sat there amazed. “Damn!” he felt his own erection growing. He’d been nursing it slowly at the sight of the other two changing. All the while completely oblivious to his own changes. His muscles were far more swollen. At 6’2” and 220 pounds he’d always been the perfect size for a QB. His muscles were just big enough to be an asset and throw the ball all the way down the field while not being too bulky. But since Nick had first used the Chronivac in the club, he’d been slowly growing Jasmin’s muscles more and more. Every 5 seconds he would gain another pound of muscle while every minute that passed it’d add another inch to his height. And it wouldn’t stop until someone else made him cum.“I know, right?” Nick smirked as he watched Jasmin squirm a bit more in his seat. Watching those guys change, had been a little under 3 minutes, kicking up him up to 6’5” and over 250 pounds. His muscles looked more swollen. They were still confined to his nice dress shirt and pants though. But any extra room he’d had was completely gone.
“Jeez… I didn’t think it’d make me so horny though either…” he rubbed at his crotch again looking around the club. Suddenly every guy there seemed to be so hot. He could already see Dante flirting with one in the corner. His orangish glow from all the fake spray tans he liked to spray on his bloated muscles. Most of them were just for show, but he still made sure to keep his 6 pack abs on point. The dress shirt he had was completely unbuttoned with only the white wife beater underneath it. “Damn,” Jasmin growled as he saw that Dante was really trying with the guy in the corner.
Dante had his hand firmly against the wall, blocking the other guy in while he whispered all sorts of dirty things into his ear. Jasmin had heard several of them. He’d acted on some of them. ‘The fuck?’ he thought for a second but the horniness seemed to override the discrepancy. Especially after he could clearly remember mounting him several times in the locker room. “Damn…” he growled as he rubbed himself a bit more.
His shirt was starting to cave under the pressure of his growing muscles. At 272 he was really starting to feel constricted by his clothes. Just moving a little bit, he could hear his shirt start to tear. The buttons around his expanding chest popped open and then his pants were getting way too tight. Just adjusting his seating position again he could feel his pants starting to rip.
“Nick... “ Jasmin groaned at his belt squeezing his abs. “Did you change something else?”
A wicked grin crossed his face. “Do you think I changed something else?”
“I… I don’t know…” he groaned as he looked around the room. His erection was starting to get painful as he tried to figure out why everyone here looked so hot all of a sudden. Just looking around was turning him on even more. But he couldn’t do anything about it. Nick had made sure of that. Watching Jasmin’s growing body squirm as he tried to figure it out.
Then all of a sudden he stopped. His eyes locked onto the doorman. “Did you… Did you change the doorman?” Jasmin could clearly remember him being a large overweight guy, who was clearly just there because of his size. He probably didn’t have any sort of real training but his weight was enough to stop any fight or absorb any punch. But right now he looked so different. “Did you make him my type?”
“Did I?” Nick smirked. He had. He’d dropped his weight significantly and made the body fat percentage less than 12%. Then added a significant amount of MMA training and weight lifting to make sure he could still keep his job. But now the black shirt with block letters on the back saying security stretched against his tight squarer muscles. His rounded jaw squared out as a bit of scruff covered the bottom of it. Even from far away, he could see the almost permanent glare the guy had.
Jasmin stood up at his 6’6” height and over 280 pound muscular frame. His belt had given out just like his shoes. His toes stuck out the front of his shoes while the seams on his clothes started to give way. He could feel his heart beating faster. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ he was starting to question his own sanity. Suddenly his nerves were telling him that this was wrong. But his dick was telling him it was oh so right. His pace only slowed, but never stopped.
“Sup?” Jasmin leaned against the wall next to the doorman. At 6’ most people wouldn’t consider the security guard to be too short. But standing next to a near 300 pound monster that was a head taller than him, was another story.
“Sup?” the security guard didn’t even look away from the front door. Didn’t matter that there wasn’t anyone there, he just stared forward.
The butterflies Jasmin had been feeling in his stomach only seemed to amplify as he was being ignored. He could feel a bit of rejection but wasn’t ready to give up. “You come here often?” The question caused Jasmin to freeze up. His body went stiff. ‘Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!’
“Only when hot guys suck me off.”
Jasmin calmed down for a second. He stared in disbelief. “Was that…” the cocky look the security guard gave him was enough for him to know. It was just a side glance of his eyes and a tip of his head to the side. He didn’t even unfold his arms across his chest. But it was enough. Jasmin dropped to his knees and fumbled with the belt and button of the other man’s jeans.
His hands were just too big to handle them. At 6’7” and over 300 pounds they were long, thick and meaty. Each finger still had a bit of dexterity but with Jasmin’s excitement, it seemed to go out the window. He finally opened them up and lowered the jeans over the other man’s thick thighs. Looking up again he was amazed to see what a thick member was waiting for him.
It went halfway down the 6’ man’s thigh. “Go on,” he commanded without looking down. His eyes still stayed fixed to the door while Jasmin was between his legs.
Jasmin opened his mouth wide and let the dick into his mouth. His tongue licked and sucked on the heavy rod. Even though the security guard didn’t make much noise, there was still the occasional low grunt. The occasional tightening of his abs while he tried his best to maintain his composure. But he was losing. When Jasmin pulled his head back one time a bit further than usual, the back of his head was met with the other man’s hand. He grinned wildly at the command to keep going.
Every second he could feel the guard getting ever so slightly closer. The feeling of made his own throb harder at the sensation. It was now only stuck behind his underwear, which also seemed ready to snap. But then he heard a loud uncontrolled grunt. A flash of fluid hit the back of his mouth and he quickly swallowed. Shock filled his system as he felt his own burst in the remaining underwear he was still wearing.
“Fuck that’s good,” the guard complemented. He felt joy rush through his body as he made sure to not let a drop hit the floor. “Good job,” the guard fished out a card from his pocket. “For later…”
Jasmin stood at his full height again. He was nearly 7 foot and well over 350 pounds of muscle. He’d be the perfect wall for the game tomorrow night.
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