Growing Relationship

Cameron stood in front of the mirror in Gary’s body. Gary’s room was just three rooms down from Cameron and Trace’s room, but Cameron didn’t seem too nervous about that. He had been studying and adjusting Gary’s size and shape for about an hour while Trace diligently studied at his desk.

“You know, if Gary put just a little effort into his physique, he could be quite the knock out, don’t you think?” Cameron asked Trace as he was taking pictures of his ‘new and improved Gary’ with his phone.

“Mhmm,” Trace hummed, not taking an eye off the paper he was writing.

“You didn't even look,” Cameron pointed out while Trace continued typing. Seeing Trace was not interested, Cameron began to grow in Gary’s body, slowly adding around a foot in height and his size growing proportionately with him. Trace, sensing the growing presence in the room, finally turned and looked. Cameron stood tall and displayed his new creation with gestured open arms, as though displaying a work of art, bouncing his pecs for comedic effect.


Trace chuckled, “Come on, he wasn’t bad looking to begin with… but, yeah, definite improvement. Hey, you should invite Gary in, see what he thinks.”

“Poor guy couldn’t take anymore heartbreak.” Cameron joked and they both laughed.

Trace turned back and resumed his paper while Cameron went over to his bed to lounge out and waste a few minutes on his phone. “So who’s the next victim in your pursuit of vanity and shallowness?” Trace asked.

“Wow, look at you Captain Social Justice. Mr. Hashtag BodyPosi. I think I’m going to go in for a challenge, maybe the big guy… what’s his name?”

“Hank.” Trace pointed out.

“Hank it is, then.”

 It was early September and Trace and Cameron were freshmen at university and roommates. When they both met each other, both seemed like completely normal, run-of-the-mill freshmen. Trace was very studious, interested in leadership positions, already well into pledgeship with a fraternity. Cameron was brimming with confidence, interested in having fun, and just looking forward to starting a new life at university. Trace wasn’t made aware of Cameron’s gift until the weekend after classes started.


Trace had gone to a party with his fraternity and Cameron decided to stay in for some ‘alone time’ and maybe a pizza and Netflix. Trace spent a good hour and a half at the party, mixing and socializing with his pledge brothers, making friends with a group of guys. They were your average dudes, but they lacked confidence. Trace guessed he befriended them because they didn’t think too highly of themselves and he wanted to help out with that. He always liked helping people feel like they were part of the team; that was the natural leader in him. But he began to feel a bit of lack of kinship within his living situation. He wanted to get to know his new roommate; he’d be spending the year with him after all. Trace told everyone he was leaving and he began to walk back to his dorm room, a bit tipsy from the amount he had drank in that short hour. Trace arrived at the door, not thinking to knock to check if it was ‘all clear’ to come in, and opened the door, “Hey, you wan- OH MY GOD!” Trace called out as he saw a very built stranger sitting naked on their futon, jacking off with Cameron’s laptop in front of him, with sounds of porn coming from the laptop. “SHIT!” the man yelled as he threw a hand up to Trace. As the man put his hand up, the muscles on his body and the member in his hands shrunk and his face contorted back into Cameron’s body. Also as the man put his hands up, Trace felt his body rise and expand in an instant, his face felt more pointed and sharp. He looked down at his body in shock. He was a completely different person. Speechless, he looked to Cameron, a look of surprise and regret in his eyes, then to the computer screen, where he saw that he was the mirror image of the man giving head to the man Cameron just was a moment ago. He looked towards the mirror and felt his new, handsome face and took off his shirt and explored his new pecs and abs. He began to get hard. Cameron stood up behind him and Trace could see in the mirror as he grew back muscle and size and his face contorted back to the man he just was. Trace turned around, and without saying a word planted a kiss on Cameron’ new face, and embraced his new muscle bound body.

From then on, Trace and Cameron lived out a fairly normal relationship. Both had outted themselves to each other of course that night, which was ironically the thing that made each of them the most nervous when they first moved in, and both thought would be the hardest thing to get over in their term as roommates. Turns out, Cameron had some much bigger baggage to bring to the table. Trace had taken Cameron’s baggage surprisingly well. He had always believed abilities like this might have been possible, or at least something exciting if it were true, so it made it easier for him to accept. Plus, how could you not be turned on by something like that? What a catch! Someone that could become whomever they wanted to be and to make whoever else look like what he wanted them to be. Trace was thrilled that he had scored such an awesome roommate, and Cameron was thrilled he had landed such an accepting one.

 But now, as it sometimes was, Cameron’s gift was a little bit of a nuisance.

“Hey.” sparked Cameron.

“What?” responded Trace, still not taking an eye off his computer screen.

“Let’s go do something. Let’s get some food, I’m famished.”

“Ah, care to go as 7 and a half foot tall Gary? Subtle.”

“Not that anyone will recognize that this is Gary. We’ll go through a drive thru, come on.”

“Can’t. I want to at least get 3 pages of this done before the party tonight. Plus they’ll have food there, so can you wait?”

“Noooo…”

“Oh, don’t start that. I’ll just be an hour or so.”

“Traaaace,” Cameron whined.

Trace did not respond, still typing away at his computer. Cameron knew how to get his attention.

Trace could feel it starting. It started with his pecs, it always did. He could feel, and almost see them in his periphery begin to rise and inflate with hard muscle. Then his abs started to cobble, grow, and harden. Trace smiled as he watched his entire arm nearly double in size with muscle, and he gave them each a strong flex as he typed to feel their power. He felt his legs and thighs begin to expand and widen with muscle and his ass lift him off the chair as it grew and he stirred in his chair to get more comfortable. He sighed and turned around to look at Cameron, who was on his bed smirking, watching Trace grow.“Cam, this is- oo-oooh…” Trace laughed moaning as he felt his member gain considerable length and growth in his underwear. His testicles doubled in size against his statuesque thighs. “This is hardly productive.” he finished.

“Oooh, give in.” Cameron persisted.

Trace considered it, “You’re right, it’s due in a week and a half anyways.” Trace got up and strutted over to Cameron’s bed, his new semi-hard 13 inch member bouncing in an impossibly huge bulge in his in his pants. Cameron laid watching him come over, growing his own member to match his huge body. The two spent the next hour making love.

 Trace leaned back in Cameron’s bed, resting his head in Cameron’s armpit, exploring and feeling his new muscular body. “We need to start getting ready for the frat party.”

Cameron breathed in a sigh, “I’m ready when you are.”

“Dude, no. You can’t go out as Gary, especially Gary the fucking Amazon. Seriously, you must be like 8 feet tall.” As Trace was saying this, Cameron was already shrinking himself back down to regular Gary-size.

“Better?”

“Yeah, that solves the literal giant problem, but you’re still unmistakably Gary.”

Cameron responded by removing all the stubble from his face while further squaring his jaw, lengthening his torso, giving himself an 8-pack now rather than the standard 6 and gave his body a darker, tan complexion. Finally, he stood up, flexed his arms and they doubled their already enormous size.

“Better?” he looked down at Trace on the bed with a smile as he picked a dress shirt and tie out of his closet.“… Actually yes, a lot better. You’re passable for a new person. You’re really keen on your ‘new Gary’ look, aren’t you?”

“What can I say? It’s my best work. Excellent, but last question: do you in particular have to go clothed?”

They both laughed as Trace got up to start dressing himself in clothes that now hugged his body much more snugly as Cameron did the same.

At the party, Trace and Cameron were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Both of them had been receiving raving complements and advances from men and women alike, but both politely declined. The two had convened in a corner of the main room of the party to make out. As they broke for Trace to take a drink, he noticed four of his pledge brothers he had befriended at the opposite end of the room, mingling only amongst themselves. Trace had spent a month and a half with these guys at this point. He knew that each of them had a lot of potential, but greatly lacked self-esteem. He felt genuinely sorry for the boys. He knew that this was going to be really hard for them to go through pledgeship and be reminded how average they are and how little they mean. He wanted to help them.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?” Cameron asked drunkenly through his cup.

“See those four guys over there?”

“Sure do.”

“Can you.. you know… do them?”

Cameron looked at Trace in confusion, “Someone want to get their rocks off or something?”

“No, no , not that it’s just… these guys are good guys but I know that they’re not going to make it without confidence and sure as hell if you don't know how to give confidence…”

“Wow. What a kind heart of yours.”

“I just hate seeing them so down and out like that and-“

Cameron leaned into Trace and raised his muscular arm up, and drunkenly made a gun out of his fingers. He pointed at his finger at the four guys and ‘shot’ them all down the line, making face gun sounds as he did.

Immediately as he ‘shot’ each one, they erupted in muscle, caught in surprise by what was happening. Trace watched each of the guys swayed as they grew two to three inches, ripping their shirts as their bodies exploded in muscle and their faces reshaped. The four boys looked enthusiastically at each other and down at their new bodies, rubbing their crotches where they had each gained extra inches and girth, feeling the cascading muscle on their arms and torso and legs, stretching and flexing their new muscle as their shirts became more and more just tatters. They all went outside, receiving a few glances of recognition but disbelief from the other frat members and party goers as they passed.

Trace and Cameron followed them out and sat on the porch, each smoking a cigarette while they watched the boys play basketball on the court by the frat house.

“Is that what you would have chosen to do if you all of the sudden became the image of a Greek god?” Trace asked Cameron.

“Well, you remember exactly how you reacted when it first happened to you.”
“Exactly. Straight guys are interesting.”

“Straight guys are indeed interesting. A fucking mystery wrapped in an enigma.” Cameron concluded as he took a long drag from the cigarette.

 Trace felt as though he was really starting to fall in love with Cameron. He had a good heart. It’s no coincidence at all that Cameron began to feel the same way towards Trace for the exact same reasons. Cameron put his arms around Trace’s waist as they began to walk back to their dorm. They had an interesting four years ahead of them, perhaps even more. Trace looked at the guys playing basketball, their muscle strapped bodies shining with sweat.

“Man, I feel like we were upstaged,” Trace joked, still looking at the basketball game.

“Don’t be jealous, you know you’ll get yours tonight.” Cameron replied.

Trace knew it was true. Cam was very generous in the bedroom. Cameron gave Trace’s ass a firm squeeze and they walked on into the night.