Steven got home from work and went straight to the kitchen for his usual afterwork beer. As he popped it open and took a sip, he noticed the house was unusually quiet. His roommate, Call, was usually playing video games or listening to music when he got back. But Call was nowhere in sight. Weirder still was that the door to Steven’s room was ajar. He always kept his room closed when he was out of the house.
Cautiously, and curiously, he opened the door to his room. His mouth dropped when he saw the figure standing on the other side of the room.
“Hello Steven,” the figure said, “it’s me, Call. Like the new look?” But it wasn’t Call, or at least it didn’t look anything like Call. Steven and Call had met two years ago in their freshman year. They weren’t especially handsome guys, young, scrawny.
But the man standing in Steven’s bedroom was anything from scrawny. He was fucking jacked, big, bulging muscles glowing in the afternoon light. A thin blanket of dark hair covered his expansive chest, and flowed like dunes across his rippling abs. He was wearing nothing but a big white jockstrap, which Steven immediately recognized as Call’s.
Unlike Call, however, this man was much older, late forties maybe, and the only real hair on his head was a dense beard perfectly wrapping around his chiseled face. He reached down with one large hand, and scratched the jockstrap, one of his balls hanging not-so-subtly out the side.
Steven struggled to find the right words. He was still in awe. “What… who are you? How did you get in here? Where’s Call?”
The man began to walk forward. “It’s me,” he said with a deep belly laugh, “I’m Call!” Even his voice was deeper, thoroughly masculine and raw like a strong glass of brandy. Steven backed away a couple of inches towards the door. Normally he’d be more scared, but all he could feel at that moment was vicious attraction.
“Prove it,” he said, “what was the name of Call’s second girlfriend sophomore year?”
The man chuckled, his pecs bouncing rhythmically along with his laughs. “That’s a trick question bro,” he said, “I only dated one girl sophomore year, Denise.”
Ho. Ly. Shit. It was Call. Steven squinted, inspecting his new body. “Holy shit man,” he said, “what happened to you?”
“Its a maturity potion,” Call said as he walked past Steven to the door, “I bought it online. I know you’ve always had a thing for daddies, so I thought I might surprise you.” There was a small click as Call closed the bedroom door behind Steven. He was now just inches away from his face. “So, how do I look?”
“You… um… wow… I mean…” He really couldn’t put it into words: Call was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Over six feet of perfect, hairy manliness. The stuff of dreams.
Call reached in and pulled his roommate in for a big, sloppy wet kiss. Steven felt his dick literally shoot up in his pants the second Call’s scruff rubbed against his cheek. He let out a small moan as the new Call proceeded to explore his mouth with his tongue, wrapping his massive arms around Steven’s scraggly twink body and drawing him closer and closer into his warm chest.
After a good few minutes of deep kissing, Call pulled back and smiled. “I forgot to mention,” he said, “there’s still a bit of the potion on my lips, and I made sure to sneak some into your beer when you got home. You feeling anything yet?”
Steven tried to process this: was the man standing in front of him his fate as well? He stammered, suddenly excited with the prospect. “I… um… I’m not sure—“ He stopped. His voice had dropped a whole octave!
Call laughed, backing up towards the bed. “Man,” he said, “I can’t wait to see this.”
Steven started to feel it more now, his legs getting taller, his shorts filling out. He felt his chest, and noticed there was a rumbling in his pecs. “What is that—OH my god!” Everything seemed to stretch all at once, his chest, his legs, his back. Even his cock seemed now ridiculously uncomfortable in his pants. He felt his pecs inflate in his hands like two large melons, and his whole body stung as short, daddy hair began to sprout from every pore.
“GrrrrraaaAAAAAGHHH,” he bellowed as a ripping sound filled the room and Steven felt his shirt rip down the back, his back muscles growing faster than the tiny shirt could stretch. He tore off the tattered remains of his clothes to get a look at the perfectly handsome new body forming underneath. His chest mirrored Call’s structure and tonality, his belly replaced with a hairy six pack and his pecs predictably massive. He flexed his arms, and felt a euphoric surge at the sight of his biceps. It was like someone had taken a balloon and filled them up with air, but when Steven ran his new rough hands over the skin, he could tell it was 100% muscle.
He reached up to his face and felt his new daddy scruff. His beard wast quite as thick as Call’s, but it was enough to send another wave of pleasure shooting towards his dick, which was now protruding out of his skin-tight underwear.
Oh man, his dick! eagerly, Steven ripped off his shorts to look at the monster, which bobbed up and down playfully with his heavy breathing, a bit of silvery pre-cum forming at the tip. He must have been nine inches long, at least. The thought made him want to burst right then and there.
“Whoa, hold up there buddy,” Call said as if reading his mind, “daddy’s not done with you yet. Now come over here and get on your knees.”
Steven looked up at Call, his best friend, the scrawny little kid who he’d stood up for during frat pledges. The nerdy guy he’d played countless hours of video games with. But that Call was gone, and the new Call looked at him with a stern yet playful grin, beckoning him over to the bed.
As if in a trance, Steven walked over towards Call, lumbering as he got used to his new, bigger body, and dropped to his knees in front of his man, never looking away from those perfect brown eyes. He gripped the base of his leg as Call stroked the back of Steven’s head. He could smell the musk emanating from his jockstrap, he could feel the blood rush to his face as he looked up with eager eyes and said, “yes, daddy.”
“Good boy,” Call said unpacking his meat, “now suck it.”
