Keith's Good Side

“You ready to play some ultimate?” I asked getting into Keith’s car.

“Just about,” he answered. “I just need to get this shirt off.” Just as he said that, his shirt disappeared. “And since we’re going to the park, I’d like to look a bit tan-“ his skin darkened “-and maybe 30 lbs. more muscle mass.” As he finished his sentence, his body inflated all over with hard muscle.

Keith propped his arm on the window, showcasing his new bulging biceps, flashed me a sexy look, and finished, “So, yeah, I think I’m ready. You?”

“I can see you’re in a good mood today,” he broke his sexy look and we both laughed, “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Oh, you know you love me in a good mood,” Keith remarked.

I had been dating a Storyteller for six months now, and I can’t say I regret anything. The thing about Storytellers is that literally anything they say goes. That’s a blessing and a curse, mind you, but a blessing most of the time, especially when you’re on their good side. And I happened to be on Keith’s very good side.

We drove to the park and started walking to the field where a group was waiting. Keith turned and looked at me, rubbing his crotch.

“You know, you should probably take your shirt off-“ my shirt disappeared.

“Alright, do your worst,” I teased him.

“Well, everyone out there is going to be tall, and you’re going to want to see over the crowd, right?” my body grew to a towering 6’7”. “And you’re going to want to have a hell of a throwing arm,” I looked down and twisted my arms as they ballooned with muscle, “You look disproportionate now, maybe you should have a nice looking torso to boot.” I rubbed my abs as I felt them cobble and squeezed a pec as it rose from my chest.

“Better?” I asked.

“Mm, much better.”

“Glad no one else is around; they’d want in on some of the action.”

“What, like Jeremy?”

“Come on, we live with him. How much longer are you going to withhold from him? I’d be pissed.”

“I don’t know, I’d just feel like I was cheating on you.”

“Well, you have my blessing. Give Jeremy a little fun; he needs it, deserves it.”

“Bitch, please, deserves how?

“Imagine living with two guys who can look and be exactly what they, or rather one wants each of them to be while you’re left out in the cold. That kind of patience should go rewarded.”

“Eh, I guess you’re right. Anyways, let’s play some ultimate, we’ve got a group waiting for us.”

Keith and I played a good game of Frisbee with a couple of the guys from his work. Not exactly a fair game, though; when he told me I should jump higher, or course I jumped higher, and when he told me to run faster, I all the sudden ran faster. It was a rush to feel a sudden spike in endurance, I’ll admit, but it was hardly fair for the other team. One of the many perks of being on Keith’s good side.

~~~

We arrived home sweating from the game and saw Jeremy on the couch working on his schoolwork. I caught him glaring at us as we came in laughing and talking about the game.

“Goodness, Thomas, you’re five inches taller than when you left this morning,” Jeremy said condescendingly, not taking his eyes from his computer. “Heavier, too. You must be seriously committing yourself at the gym.”

“Uh, um yeah, Keith and I just played ultimate and, uh, we’d figured it would be better if we-“

“Had an unfair advantage?” Jeremy interrupted.

“Relax, bud, it’s just a sport,” Keith spoke up. “You sound jealous. Maybe if you focused on turning your 150 lbs. into more of Thomas’s 250 lbs.-“ I adjusted my standing as I suddenly felt by body gain nearly 40 lbs. more of muscle, “-you wouldn’t have to hate as much.”

Keith gestured for me to head upstairs with him as Jeremy continued his studies. “Fucking showoff…” he muttered as we went upstairs.

~~~

We arrived in my room and I closed the door behind us. “You know you’re really not helping your case with him.”

“Who said I had a case needing help?”

“Look, I just think he would feel better if he were included more in our… going on’s…”

“If it’ll stop him from being a jealous bitch, I’ll consider it.”

“I think it will. And you know what they say: the more the merrier.”

“Fine, ok, you’ve convinced me. But if we’re going to do our work on him, we need to get ready for the Halloween party ourselves.”

Realizing the next development, I eagerly started disrobing, having trouble peeling off my shorts because of the 40 new lbs. of muscle I received downstairs. “Alright then, who will it be?”

Keith thought for a moment, “Hmm… I think tonight you’ll go as Warner.”

“Warner?” I asked in a new deep, coarse voice. I put an arm against the wall and leaned on it as the changes quickly took place. I felt myself shorten about 5 inches plus lose the extra muscle I was given, and I felt my face contort and morph. My body went hot and I moaned as I felt my arms and legs and chest and torso push out and get heavier with muscle. I felt my body stop changing, examined my new body, and looked back up at Keith. “Who the hell is this? Warner, is it?”

“A guy I used to wrestle in high school. Always made him a couple pounds heavier when we met in the ring. He was a good guy. We were both really into our coach; we sorta connected wit that secret. Haven’t seen him in four or five years, though; glad to see he’s kept it up.”

“Glad you’re happy, but should I just wear my boxers to the party or should I dress up?”

“Ah, I think you’ll wear something formal.”

I looked down and noticed I was wearing a full tuxedo. I brushed myself off and posed in as James Bond holding a gun.

“Nah, something less formal than that.”

I felt the tuxedo go away and noticed I was wearing a tuxedo t-shirt,  and some black board shorts. I posed in a relaxed manner for him.

“… No, much, much less formal.”

“How less formal can you get-“ I started as a felt the board shorts shrink up and cup my crotch as a thong while two suspenders snakes over my shoulders and connected with the thong. I felt something grow around my neck and reached up to feel that a tie had wrapped around my neck.

“That thong’s looking a little loose. Maybe you should fill it out more.”

“Wha- oohhhh…” I moaned as I felt my manhood swell inside the thong.

Recovering from the sudden wave of pleasure, I asked, “Good enough for you?”

“Mmm, yeah, looking good, Warner.”

“Oh, so I guess I’m going by Warner tonight. Anyways, what was the name of that coach of yours?”

“Coach Getter. Classic American stud, he was.”

“Ok then, you’re going as Getter.”

Keith threw me a look.

“What, I just want to know what your type is.”

“You’re my type, babe.”

“I mean once you haven’t thrown out everything but the mind.”

He considered for a moment. “Hell, why not. More fun for me. On one caveat.”

“Name it.”

“It has to be Getter from back when I was in high school-“

“Fair enough.”

“-And in a leotard.”

“What? Keith, come on, this is a party, not a night to live out some fantasy.”

“What? He was so hot in his leotard…”

“… Fine, whatever, say it.”

Keith propped himself up against the wall, partially in preparation, partially to put on a show for me, “Tonight, I’m going as Coach Getter in his leotard from back when I wrestled.”

His shirt and shorts suddenly turned shiny and red and compressed against his body. His arms burst audibly with huge muscles, followed by his shoulders, chest, back, abs, and legs, his body lurching forward as more and more muscle erupted. He grunted and I noticed a massive bulge develop in the compression of his leotard. Finally, his face contorted and the face of a 30-year-old god-like man appeared. He looked over at me and noticed I was hard.

“See, a complete knockout.” He said in a voice deep enough to crumble walls.

“You weren’t kidding,” I agreed.

“I can see he’s not just my type either,” he gestured to my crotch.

“Oh, please, you’re just as turned on as me,” I answered teasingly as I advanced towards him and rubbed his bulge. He groaned as I gripped his member, “Why don’t you show me a few new moves, coach?”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Oh my god, you're turning me on! You really couldn’t have picked a better time to say that."

I pulled down his leotard, his monster cock springing out, and we made love for a full hour.

~~~

Keith and I went downstairs where Jeremy was still diligently working. He looked up at us surprised, thinking there were strangers in the house, but quickly realized what was going on.

“You guys have fun,” he said sarcastically from his computer.

“Jeremy, come on, come with us.” I pleaded.

“Nope, I’m good.”

I looked towards Keith. He rolled his eyes, “Jeremy, man, come out with us. A cute face like yours shouldn’t stay indoors all night.”

I saw Jeremy’s face twisted and reshaped with a stronger jaw, thicker hair, and some stubble. He looked up at Keith surprised.

“Especially after all that working out you’ve been doing. You look like a Greek statue!”

Jeremy shouted as he felt his body inflate and gain several pounds of muscle out of nothing from his formerly lanky frame. He was calming down, marveling at the impressiveness and impossibility of his new body.

“I mean look at those guns! Give them a flex for us!”

I saw Jeremy’s feel the new weight in his arms as they gained more muscle. He looked up at us shyly and flexed his new arms.

“Come out, Jeremy! It’ll give you a chance to feed that foot long monster between your legs,” Keith added slyly as I laughed.

“Keith, oh my go-…!” Jeremy stood up gripping his crotch through his shorts as his manhood doubled in length and thickness as Keith and I laughed heartily.

“Ok! Ok! You, uh… you convinced me,” Jeremy concluded, standing proud in his new impressive frame.

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” Keith added, patting Jeremy on the back as they both laughed.

I grabbed my keys and we made our way to the door.

“Wait, what am I going as?” Jeremy asked, realizing Keith and I were already in our ‘costumes.’

“I’m sure we’ll think of something on the way there.” Keith replied.

I smirked knowing exactly what Keith had in mind. Same thing I went as to showcase my new body when Keith first altered me: Tarzan. I’m glad to see that Jeremy is finally on Keith’s good side, too.