Lighten Up

Jimmy entered his neighborhood swiftly, the afternoon sun beating down fiercely on his barely sweaty body. Running multiple miles almost every other day, he had not only developed quite the endurance, but an impressive body as well. He was very well toned, with small, pronounced muscles all across his body. Ever since he had started attending the local college a few years ago, he had made it a goal to get exercise whenever he had a free minute. He liked to run, but not work out–that seemed to be his brother Vance’s expertise.

Vance, who was a year older than him and a senior at the same college, adored the gym. A proud linebacker for the top football team, it was hard to miss him. About 6’6, incredible frame, and an immense presence, Vance was the epitome of intimidating. As powerful as his brother seemed however, he always had a weak side for Jimmy. He was a sincere person who always wanted to push his sibling towards what he thought was the best, and his idea of best was Jimmy joining him in the gym. It was hard for Jimmy to decline the numerous offers, but he just didn’t want to be as big as his brother. Sure, he liked the idea of it all, but he much preferred his eight-pack over his brother’s obvious muscle gut.

Running up to his apartment, Jimmy finally slowed down as he took out his keys. Being a little under 5’10, he definitely looked more like Vance’s 16-year-old brother than an Irish twin. Jimmy liked his shorter height though, it made him much more nimble. Opening the door, he didn’t expect a giant to be smiling in front of him, waiting on his doorstep.

“Little bro!” Vance shouted, his deep tone causing Jimmy to jump back in fear.

“Vance!” Jimmy retorted. “You scared me half to death.”

“Ah, whatever,” the man replied as the two walked upstairs.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to that huge party on Fraternity Row tonight?”

“Yeah, that’s what I came to ask you about,” he started, taking a seat. “Can I borrow the car tonight?” He was referring to Jimmy’s old Corvette, which wasn’t the most beautiful looking thing, but definitely impressive.

“What would you need that for?” he asked.

“That thing’s an easy lure for sex; every girl and guy wants to get a ride in that.” He winked at his double meaning.

“Dude, gross,” Jimmy said. “Can you at least promise me you’ll not do anything gross in there?”

‘Well, a hole’s a hole.” Vance looked cocky, but then remembered his crowd. “Yeah, I’ll be clean.”

“Fine.” Jimmy tossed him the keys, and as soon as they landed in his lap, Vance got up and rushed to the door.

“Thanks, broski!” Vance replied. “Hey, you should come with me, lighten up for once.”

Jimmy knew what he meant. Compared to his uber-popular brother, Jimmy was always kind of a loner. He liked hanging out with one or two people instead of a crowd. He was also way to strict, always keeping himself very responsible, the opposite of laid-back Vance.

“Nah, I think I’m good.”

“Thought you might say so,” Vance shrugged. “Anyway, I left a thank-you gift on the counter. Thought you wouldn’t accept my offer, so that’ll help you take a step back and relax.” And as soon as Vance had come, the door slammed behind him as he paraded out.

Jimmy sighed, walking over to his counter to look for his “gift.” Sadly, he realized he had nothing to do tonight. His friends were all busy, he had finished his homework, and his girlfriend was out of town. Thinking of his girlfriend reminded him of what his brother had said about holes. Sometimes, Vance seemed to have a little too much freedom–Jimmy would definitely stick to women.

Reflecting sunlight from a window, a small metallic box sat on the cheap wooden counter top. Opening it, Jimmy was surprised to find two cigars neatly wrapped inside. He wasn’t really one to smoke, but, knowing these were expensive and having nothing else to do, decided he’d try one later. First, he had to clean himself up.

After popping out of the shower and putting new clothes on, Jimmy now sat comfortably in his old leather chair as he turned on the television. Flipping through channels, he decided to land on some crossword game show, hoping to pick his brain. He adorned an old t-shirt from his high school days and a pair of soft jeans, knowing he was just going to be spending some one-on-one time with himself tonight. As the letters began to appear on the screen, he gently grabbed one of the cigars from the box. It was fairly thick, and on the side was ingrained with some Greek letters–Vance probably got them from some frat. Lighting it up and taking a puff, Jimmy slowly sunk back into his chair, ready to just relax.

The nutty flavor was the first thing to hit Jimmy as he inhaled. The strong presence hypnotized him, making him feel a little lighted headed as he blew it out. After a few moments, an earthy flavor hit his mouth, giving him what tasted like the sole of a foot. Jimmy sputtered a little, being a complete amateur to the process, but after a few more breaths he found a steady rhythm. Noting the next crossword, he felt himself ease into his seat as he gave his full attention to the screen, not noticing there was more than just a powerful flavor to the cigar.

With each new puff, his body slowly changed. First were his legs. They were already quite powerful, with Jimmy’s constant runs and jogs giving him the quads and calves of an Olympic athlete. But as Jimmy huffed away at the cigar, his legs slowly pushed farther apart from each other more and more, gaining length and body fat. The last few years of pushing himself everyday turned to every other day, and then once a week as his lower limbs grew chunkier. Large muscles appeared too, now giving Jimmy longer legs meant for a sport with tackling or chasing rather than running distances. Of course, Jimmy didn’t notice this, even though his jeans were now very tight and exposing part of his calves.

Next were his arms, which were fairly decent. Jimmy was toned, but he didn’t really work on his upper body as much as his lower. Feeling the smoke sit in his mouth, he couldn’t feel his arm’s expanding as years of working out morphed into existence. With less time spent running alone, Jimmy naturally spent more time lifting and spotting with his brother. The two were workout buddies of course, which became evident as the sleeves of Jimmy’s t-shirt were becoming strained against his growing biceps and triceps. Taking the half-burnt cigar away from his mouth, Jimmy didn’t realize his hands were growing in front of him, becoming meatier paws meant to throw and catch.

Following was Jimmy’s chest, an already magnificent sight to see. With little to not fat, his torso was filled with lean muscle and tight curves. Yet, with each intake of the cigar and exhale of smoke, the solid lines separating each muscular area began to disappear. Every breath filled Jimmy’s chest in a little more, adding a tiny amount of extra fat and muscle each time. His taut flesh became looser. Not fatty, but meant more for a man in sports rather than one who just ran. His eight-pack slowly sunk in, his pride and joy absorbing inside the smooth curve that was becoming his muscle gut. Jimmy’s pecs also became meatier, pushing out his shoulder blades as he stretched out a little taller to about 6’4.

Jimmy moaned in delight as he finished the first cigar. For some reason, the small roll of tobacco had brought him the most joy he had experienced in a long while. Grabbing the second one, he accidentally crushed the television remote under his thicker thighs, changing the channel and landing on coverage of a football game. After lighting himself up, he leaned back into his chair and noticed he was no longer watching the game show. He wanted to go back, but the more he watched the players run across the field, the more interested he became.

Puffing his second cigar, Jimmy grunted as the tobacco quickly adjusted his vocal chords, expanding them greatly to create a voice as low and menacing as his brother’s. A wider neck grew in to support his lengthening head, creating a cleft chin as his face grew into the familiar lantern shape. His nose shrunk as his hair rearranged itself, shortening the sides and adding a small wave to the front. Bigger lips and dull, brown eyes grew in as his brain shrunk, leaving him naturally unintelligent and arrogant.

“C’mon bro!” Jimmy shouted, naturally inheriting the jockish language. “That was a foul!” Feeling a bit of a pain in his pouch, he brought a hand down to adjust it, not noticing the different texture underneath his palm. His tight jeans had receded to a short, tight pair of terracotta-colored khakis, which now perfectly framed his thighs and large bubble butt. While his pants had shrunk inwards, his shirt had stretched outwards, expanding upon his forearms before rolling the ends up to his elbows to make room for an expensive watch. Buttons popped in as a collar adjusted itself on his neck, adding a small Polo Ralph Lauren symbol on top of the incoming plaid. His shoes also changed, growing with his feet as they expanded. Although running brought him up to Size 10, Jimmy’s feet didn’t compare to the monsters growing into the materializing Sperry’s. Once he had peaked at Size 15, the boat shoes tied themselves up neatly, hiding the meaty soles from the daylight.

Still inhaling the smoke, Jimmy pawed at himself as he watched the game. Taking deeper breaths each time, he neglected the itchy feeling surrounding his body. Once shaved constantly for aerodynamics, Jimmy now was covered in brown hairs, filling his pubes and pits while neatly covering his arms, chest, and legs. A strong masculine musk filled the room with the tobacco as Jimmy had forgotten to apply deodorant after his shower. The last adjustment happened in his crotch. Although he was already well-endowed, Jimmy’s dick expanded another three inches to create a true python. His balls also filled with extra cum, ready to spurt out hefty amounts frat boy juice when needed. It was then that Vance snuck back into the apartment, noticing his transformed brother sitting peacefully in his leather chair.

“Hey, bro,” he greeted softly, taking a set across from him. “How ya doin’?”

“Fine…” Jimmy mumbled. He thought he wasn’t paying attention, but truthfully the cigars had put him into a trance, almost as thick as the clouds in front of him.

“Alright, I think you’re ready,” Vance smiled, turning off the television and guiding his little brother’s eyes towards him.

“Now Jimmy, I just want to do what’s best for you,” Vance began sympathetically. “I know you thought you knew what you were doing, but you obviously didn’t. You thought running with that slim body was fun, and you wouldn’t even give my way a try, so I had to force it on you.” Vance sighed, taking a breath slowly.

“I just want what I know will make you happy, and that’s why I had some nerds make those cigars for you. I thought I’d help you ease up, take a step back from always having a stick up your butt. I didn’t want you to be living my exact lifestyle, but I wanted you to experience something similar so I could still be your big bro, that’s why you’re gonna be a frat boy.”

“Jimmy,” Vance said, “I’m gonna need you to listen and repeat the next few things I say to you, that way they’ll be permanently ingrained in your head. Understand?”

“Yeah…” Jimmy replied, the cigar almost half gone.

“Alright, you hated your regular routine, that’s why you accepted my offer to help you workout.”

“I uh…” Jimmy stuttered, “hated my routine… worked out with you.”

“Good,” Vance responded quickly. “You love sports, you love exercise, but you hate running.”

“I love… sports and… hate… running.” Although it seemed to be taking a lethargic pace, Jimmy’s brain was quickly readjusting itself, moving things around as Vance’s words became reality.

“You love working out with me, and you can tell we’ve made great progress. You love your new look, and the idea of bulking and a muscle gut really turns you on.” The nerd had told Vance that if he wanted something to powerfully stick, he needed to link it to sex. He knew the whole bulking thing turned Jimmy away from Vance, so he had to enforce the idea immensely.

“I love… working with you… and bulking…. turns… me on.” Jimmy slurred, drooling slightly as he puffed.

“You want to be a man, and your idea of a man is strong, smelly, and alpha. You want to claim anything and everything as yours. A hole’s a hole.”

Vance could practically feel Jimmy’s sex drive explode as he repeated the words back to him. Not only did the energy in the room change, but his brother’s massive semi-hard gave it away.

“You are very relaxed and sometimes lazy. You love to be laid-back and just have a good time.”

“I’m… relaxed and lazy… love to have… a good… time.”

“You are a fraternity president. You love the frat and being in charge.”

“I’m… a frat… prez,” Jimmy mumbled, the cigar almost gone. “I love… frat… and being… prez.”

“Anything else?” Vance asked himself. “Oh! You aren’t smart, and you don’t care about being smart.”

“I’m not smart… and I… don’t care.”

“Jimmy isn’t a good frat boy name either,” Vance murmured to himself before an idea popped in his head. 

“Your name is, and always has been, Jeremy.”

“My name… is Jeremy.”

“Perfect,” Vance exclaimed before getting up and squatting next to his brother. “Now Jeremy, to make these changes stay, I’m gonna need you to ejaculate. I’ll give you a little hand job and then we’ll be done, alright?”

“Sure,” Jimmy replied, not really understanding anything. Vance got to work, pulling out his brother’s massive cock and quickly pumping it. The thing rose exponentially, soon standing up straight as Vance worked his magic. While he pumped his little brother’s meat, Jeremy groaned, grunting as he ground his cock into his brother’s hands. In a few minutes, Jeremy’s cock began to spurt juice all over, a huge load of frat boy semen spraying everywhere. Jumping back to his seat, Vance smiled eagerly as he awaited his brother to leave the cigar-filled haze.

“Vance?” Jeremy blinked rapidly, regaining focus. “What are you doing here, and why am I all wet?”

“Dude! ‘Bout time you woke up! I came to pick you up in my car for the party, but apparently you jerked yourself to sleep.” Jeremy looked at himself, pulling up his boxers and shorts before smirking.

“A bro’s gotta do what a bro’s gotta do.”

Vance’s eyes lit up as his brother smoked the remainder of his cigar. His plan had worked! Vance was definitely nervous about the whole thing, but now he’d have to go thank the nerds who had gifted his brother with the perfect life. He was so overjoyed. It seemed like Vance’s subtle enforcement of the car being his also worked, which made as him even more ecstatic.

“Vance, bro,” Jeremy announced. “Are you ready for an epic party, and after-party?” He then winked, blowing out the last part of the cigar. Vance smirked in response, knowing he had an incredible foursome coming his way tonight.