Breaking In

“Hey man, thanks for letting me stay over. I just need a week or two and then I’ll be back on my feet promise,” Sam said.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Nathan said. He was still getting ready for work. “Everyone goes through a rough patch from time to time.”

“But--”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. Just get a job and everything will be fine. Okay?” Nate pointed hard at his friend.

“Okay.”

“Good,” he grabbed his briefcase and headed to the front door. “And just remember, stay out of my room. Please…”

“What? Afraid I’ll find your dildo collection?”

Nate let out a grunt of laughter. “Yeah… Something like that.”

Sam smirked as he watched Nate leave for work. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He’d never had an apartment this big, but at the same time it was like there was almost nothing in it. Sure Sam was able to bring most of his stuff back from the dumpster his previous place had put it, but most of it was in boxes. And he was afraid if he started unboxing it might make everything feel a little more permanent.

It didn’t seem to bother Nate at all, but Sam didn’t want to be seen as a leech. He just lost his job. And then there was the fact that no one was hiring. And then he had run out of his savings. But luckily Nate was there to pick him up. He barely got through explaining the situation before his friend was over at the dumpster with his car to pick up most of Nate’s stuff.

Before he knew it Sam was in Nate’s apartment. He didn’t realize how nice it was until he was about to be homeless. Plopping down on the large leather sofa and putting his feet up on the coffee table. But watching TV didn’t have the same appeal. It wasn’t his home. Any form of relaxation he’d have in his own would have been fine, but now he almost felt like he was intruding.

“Maybe I should keep looking for a job…” Sam told himself. But his laptop had gotten lost in the move. “Nate won’t mind…” he told himself as he got up from the couch and looked around the apartment. Nothing was in sight. Nate had taken his work laptop with him, but Sam figured he had to have a personal computer too. Right? But there wasn’t one anywhere. Not in the guest bedroom, the living room, the small studio with a large mirror in it, or the dining room.

He came up to Nate’s room. The door was closed. “Should I?” Sam’s hand hovered over the doorknob. He wasn’t sure if he should actually do it. Nate had told him ‘no’ but if it was for finding a job, could he really be that mad? Sam pushed through his doubts and entered the room. It was far larger than he expected. Nicer too. Perfectly laid white sheets with grey contrasts on the furniture and walls.

“For a permanent bachelor he sure does act like he’s got a woman coming over…” Sam said to himself. In the corner was the laptop but Sam’s eyes kept wandering around. Everything about the room was so clean. Somehow cleaner than the rest of the house. “Something’s in here,” he smirked to himself. Even if it was a dildo collection, Sam would keep it to himself. But he had to know, ‘why was Nate so worried about him going in here.’

Nothing in the drawers, and nothing near the computer. But there was a walk-in closet. “Has to be something…” Sam opened the door and stepped inside. He was surprised by what he saw. Of course it was full of clothes, but they were almost like costumes. Under the cowboy hat was tight jeans and a plaid shirt. The top hat had a suite attached to it. Even a police officer and firefighter uniform. He looked over the wrestling singlet and soccer uniform, but his hands reached out to the football helmet.

“The Hell he get this?” It looked like something the pros would actually wear. He knew Nate was well off but something so trivial seemed like something he’d never buy. But looking over all the costumes, what would make this one any different. He tossed the hard plastic helmet back and forth between his hands. “I should probably get out of here…” he said to himself.

However, when he walked out of the closet, the helmet was still in his hands. “The fuck?” he looked down at it. “Thought I put you back. Strange.” His next thought was to put it back, yet his body didn’t seem to listen. Instead he went over to the computer. He logged in. Again, his mind went blank. “What was I doing?”

Sam scrolled through the apps trying to see if anything would jog his memory. But then it hit him. “Shit! I need to work out. Coach is going to be so pissed if I get fat!” He quickly grabbed the helmet and darted towards Nate’s gym. It was only a few rooms away. Being in an apartment he couldn’t do deadlifts or anything too crazy, but there were enough weights to at least get in a decent workout.

“Really let myself go…” His hand ran over his belly protruding out in front of him. For some reason it looked and felt so foreign to him. “Coach is going to be so mad…”

Sam went straight to working out. Weights appeared along the walls and there was a strong cushion beneath his feet so as to not disturb the neighbors below him. It came naturally to him. Even though he hadn’t been in a gym in years, it felt like he’d never left. Each exercise felt great. There was that mild burn in each of his muscles. Sweat started to drip from his body, staining his shirt.

“Damn. Since when have you been such a little bitch,” Sam said to his reflection. Even though his body was still growing, it was still rather small. He could feel the muscles under his clothes starting to stretch and strain the fabric but it wasn’t what he was expecting. Except it wasn’t fast enough. He flexed his arms, feeling the power growing in them. “Not enough.”

He went back to another exercise. One to show off his widening back. Each rep there was a few more pounds added to the weight he was holding. The same as it was happening to his body. More and more muscle added onto him. But at the same time his waist was slimming up. His shorts fell down to his ankles and he stepped out of them.

But seeing those massive quads only brought a smile to his face. “That’s more like it.” He flexed the muscle, watching the four individual muscles pull the skin tight. He didn’t even notice that his underwear had shifter from the bright blue boxers he always wore, to the stained yellowing jockstrap. Instead, he was too focused on how good and round his ass looked.

He slapped it. The two cheeks rippled at the sensation. “Ooo…” he smirked. His face looked devious as he wanted to give it another one. “Can’t… Gotta make Coach proud.” He went back to working out. He picked up the 60 pounds weights and went through another exercise. What would have only been a dream, he was now pumping out like it was too easy.

A rip formed in his shirt. The sweet sound put an even bigger smile on his face. “So big…” he bragged. He was growing. Another rep, and another rip. Even bigger. “Fuck yeah…” Sam set the weights down and turned back to the mirror. He flexed his massive arms. The shirt could barely take them relaxed and the sleeves split from his body. It was the same with his chest. The two heavy pecs made it impossible to keep it around his chest. He used his massive hands to tear the rest of the fabric from his body, tossing it to the floor.

“Damn I look good,” he looked over his hunky naked body. Only socks that were stretched to the max and his stained jockstrap were left on. He went back to the closet to get his jersey. It even had his name on the back.

“Sam?” Nate called from the front door. “I got dinner.” He set the two bags on the table. But when Sam appeared in the doorway, he knew he would have dropped them. “Sam..? Did you go into my room?”

“Sorry Coach. But I know how much you like it when I’m in my jersey.” Sam slipped it on over his hulking body. It looked like he was already wearing pads underneath it as his body filled near every inch of it.

“Sam--”

“C’mon Coach. I said I was sorry…” Sam said. He walked across the dining room and ran his meaty hands over Nate’s body. The smaller guy’s mouth hung wide open as he tried to think of anything to say. “Unless…” Sam led Nate’s hands up to his impressive chest. Even through the jersey his perky nipples could be easily felt. But his hands were going somewhere else now. Lowering down to Nate’s belt buckle, undoing it along with his pants. “Unless you want to punish me…”

“Sam wait!”

But he was already tossed over Sam’s shoulder like a rag doll and easily carried over to the couch and placed gently onto the black leather. Nate’s dick stood at attention. The average sized rod looked like it was begging for attention and Sam wasn’t about to let his coach go wanting. He dropped down to his knees and opened wide.

Nate tried to push back at first but his arms went weak as he felt the sensation. Blood was flowing away from his brain and arms and all of it was focused on his cock. “Sam…” he tried to force himself to think. “If you…” His hips bucked and hands gripped at the leather sofa as he felt an unexpected lick. “If you… Keep…” It was impossible for him to think. Every one of his pleasure centers were going off and he couldn’t think about anything else.

Sam pulled off. Keeping Nate on the edge, and not letting him finish. Nate breathed hard as he tried to use all his effort to focus. Even seeing Sam’s massive muscular body was making that hard. “Sam, if you keep going I won’t be able to change you back.”

“Back?”

“Yes… Back… I won’t--”

All Sam did was turn around showing off his massive behind. The hole in between was wide open and perfect for Nate’s cock. Sam lowered his body down onto the hard rod. “Oh God!” Nate cried out. He gripped anything for support. When he felt that sensation roll over the head of his cock all the way down the shaft, he didn’t know how to react. It was tight, but didn’t have too much tension. Each inch just slid in with minimal amounts of pressure.

Nate’s body squirmed. He couldn’t help it. His mind was going crazy as he felt the perfect body on top of him. He barely even had to do any work. Sam was positioning it for him. And he had the perfect rhythm. Knowing just how far down and how fast to go. Nate couldn’t hold on. His sexual urges were giving in.

“Oh fuck!” He cried out as he finished inside Nate’s asshole. His body bucked several times as he released into the other man. He couldn’t control it, but he sure as hell liked it. But coming down from the high, Sam couldn’t help but say. “Shit…”

“What’s wrong Coach?”

Sam looked at the big lug as he pulled himself off his dick. When he spun around he could see the wet stain dripping from the pouch of the jockstrap. “Now I won’t be able to change you back. At least not completely.”

“It’s alright,” Sam smiled. “I kind of like this more anyways. Or… If you want to try another one of those costumes…”

Nate felt a bit awkward for being called out on his magical items. But they weren’t getting any use anyways. “Maybe…” he smiled wryly. He was going to make sure he got a lot of this one before he’d move on.