Danilo & Massimo

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The two men were equally beautiful in their own way, at least from my perspective. Massimo was a living mountain - muscles upon muscles with the confidence and swagger of an alpha - while Danilo was as cute as a button and kind as could be. They were almost opposite ends of the masculinity spectrum and yet they managed to be friends, although most certainly not equals. Massimo never failed to showcase his dominance over his little acquaintance, standing almost a whole foot taller and pretty much doubling him in mass. Every time I saw them together only one thought captivated my mind - what if things between them were different?

It was evidently something they both thought about too. More than once I had overheard Massimo loudly questioning his friend “Don’t you wish you had muscles like this?” while pulling a double bicep pose to show off the bulging peaks. There was clear envy decorating Danilo’s beautiful eyes as he admired the other’s flexed state and he wasn’t alone either; everybody was jealous of Massimo and his size. Hell, I definitely was too which was why I had picked Massimo to be my trainer. Who wouldn’t want to be a hunk with such an admirable physique? 

Despite my own desires towards the other man’s godlike body though I couldn’t help but feel like Danilo deserved it more than anyone else. After all, while they were still friends it was clear that Massimo took great pleasure in tormenting the smaller man, reminding him how much weaker he was and the “lack of heat” he was packing.

Unfortunately for Danilo it was true - while there was no hiding that Massimo was carrying a loaded weapon in the front of his pants, the smaller man left much to be desired. I had caught sight of them in the communal showers once and it was clear that Massimo had to be twice the size of his smaller friend. The bodybuilder carried around his eight inches of meat with pride while the faint blush on Danilo’s cheeks confirmed that he felt far less confident about his own three inches. Even there in the showers Massimo was continuing to tease Danilo, grabbing his semi-hard cock and asking, “Don’t you wish you could be as big as me?”

Danilo laughed off the question but as he turned away I caught him muttering a small “I do.” I couldn’t help but sympathize. Danilo’s small size had made him the subject of a number of jokes in the gym and while he was by no means unpopular it had to get to him considering he was surrounded by behemoths like Massimo. I took a moment to consider how he would look if he was the one sporting the eight inches of glory instead of Massimo but had to let the thought drop before I got too turned on. Maybe that would make for some hot jerk-off material later.

It was clear from the moment I arrived in the gym the next morning though that something was going on. Massimo seemed different; angry and snapping at everyone who dared get in his way. He wasn’t even stopping to flex and pose like usual, nor did he attempt to show off to anybody. He was focused on his workout, grunting loudly as he bench pressed weights the rest of us could barely dream of. With his legs spread out in such a fashion though I couldn’t help but notice that his bulge appeared to be somewhat lacking compared to the usual obscene sight I had become used to.

The answer was both unexpected and delightful as Danilo entered the gym a short while after me and seemed to be a bundle of positive energy, even more so than usual. It didn’t take long to locate why as the front of his workout shorts was notably fuller than usual and the outline of a thick semi-hard shaft clearly present. I couldn’t help but stare in amazement, jaw slightly slack, as he loudly greeted the trainer working at the desk and began swaggering further into the gym. I knew that I wasn’t the only one staring either - everybody’s eyes were locked on him but only one man looked unhappy to see him, that being Massimo.

My mind quickly made the connection between the men’s sudden changes and a laugh escaped my lips. They really had swapped cocks, just like I’d fantasized about the night previously! As such, my eyes were all but locked on the two men throughout the rest of my workout, taking notice of every little interaction they shared. Danilo was his usual smiley self but he seemed to radiate confidence like never before, while Massimo quietly seethed, none more so than when Danilo reached down to rearrange his meat after busting out a tough set on the leg press.

It was only too telling that Massimo skipped his usual time in the communal gym showers while Danilo was all too happy to strip down and show off. Strangely though nobody else seemed to think there was anything strange about Danilo suddenly sporting an eight inch cock instead of his usual three inches - in fact I even overheard somebody grumble that he was “always showing off his goodies”, as if he’d always been the one well-endowed and Massimo had always been smaller. Was I really the only one who could notice the difference?

That night I couldn’t help but think about how good Danilo might look with some of Massimo’s size. He had always been cute but he had the potential to be hot and some added muscle mass would surely go a long way in making that happen. He’d probably benefit from being a few inches taller too - it would make his bulk look so much more impressive! Besides, even if Massimo lost some ten pounds of muscle and two inches of height he’d still be considered big. Picturing Danilo rapidly increasing in size though was getting me hot and bothered; his biceps and triceps bulging while his pecs bounced and abs popped out further from his lean torso. He was a stud in the making, there was no denying it!

As I returned to the gym the next morning I was unsurprised to find both subjects of my recent fantasies already there. The real surprise was that the changes I had imagined the night before had seemingly taken hold - Danilo was indeed a few inches taller and holding a little more muscle mass on his frame while Massimo looked slightly less impressive. His mood only seemed worse and my session with him was uncomfortably quiet. Thankfully Danilo was always nearby to provide conversation, even if he was starting to seem a little more self-invested than I had perspective. Indeed, he was even using terms I had only known Massimo to use before - “bro”, “swole”, “jacked” - and that only raised further questions in my mind.

Was it possible that I was the one causing the changes between them? After all I had been fantasizing about them right before they had come true… but how? Thinking about transformations was hardly limited to the two of them but I had never caused any changes before. Some quiet consideration suggested that perhaps it had been because Massimo had been the one to suggest it originally and Danilo had agreed to it - had they awoken some latent magic hidden within me? If I was truly to blame for their recent exchanges then I knew that I wasn’t going to stop until I’d truly shifted things in Danilo’s favor. Sure, it was clear that Massimo was embarrassed by his lack of size where it counted most, but I could still help Danilo out further and I planned to.

“Hey Danilo, have you ever considered becoming a trainer?” I asked once Massimo was far out of earshot. “You clearly know what you’re doing around here and… well, don’t let him know I said it but Massimo’s being a total grouch. Little man issues, if you know what I mean.” He seemed to be taking out his issues on myself and his other clients and it was seriously beginning to suck, although I had to confess that I enjoyed the moments where I caught him enviously eyeing up the bulge in my shorts. I was by no means large but my average cock still put his to shame. For a guy of his muscular size it had to be eating him up inside and yet I still had no intention of helping him out.

Danilo thought over my question for a moment and chuckled, a cute smile passing across his lips. “I dunno, I’m not much for barking orders,” he confessed, “It’s cool you think that though. Sorry Massimo’s busting your ass so bad. I guess he needs some more dick in his life, huh? Three inches can’t be much fun to play with.” As if to prove how much better off he was, Danilo reached down and groped at his monster through his shorts, an action that the Danilo of just a week ago might have considered crude. His newfound confidence turned me on and gave me all the encouragement I needed.

That night I settled in to fantasize about Danilo getting more of Massimo’s height and muscle mass, tipping the scales firmly in his favor so that he was now the hunk and Massimo was the all-around small guy. Even their personalities would be reversed, with Danilo outgoing and domineering while Massimo acted passive and shy. Imagining my once arrogant trainer small enough for even me to dominate had me almost busting a nut right then and there. The real tipping point was imagining the new mountainous Danilo fucking the twinky Massimo senseless, making the smaller man whimper like a bitch in heat while the stud over him roared out in deep masculine roars.

Hitting my climax and settling back into a relaxing slumber, I looked forward to arriving at the gym the next morning and seeing just how fun the new reality I had unwittingly created for Danilo and Massimo was...