Plans Never Go As Planned
*2K Follower Special*
VINCENT’S PERSPECTIVE
“Come on, Tommy, you know this plan is awesome!” Vincent chuckled into his phone, walking around the empty locker room.
“I don’t know dude,” the other side responded back. “I mean, what if you get caught?”
“No way!” I replied, searching for the correct locker number. “Football practice isn’t out for another hour, and there’s no way the coach would let the team go early. Remember their season last year?” We both laughed hard, so much it made my stomach cramp a little bit. I continued gliding through the rows until I finally landed on my target: Locker 232.
Being a high school senior, it was hard to get into the locker room without a good excuse, but luckily I already had a man inside. I was under the disguise that I was delivering something to my step brother Dean, a college sophomore who was recently promoted to the university’s top team. It was the perfect way to get in without any questions. I recently found out that Dean shared a locker with a guy named Todd, his best friend since childhood, who also turned out to be my worst enemy. Constant torment over the last ten years had created a burning passion for revenge, and with Dean and Todd sharing lockers, I finally had a chance.
The idea for revenge had started a few months back when Tommy and I found a little black market kit that was sure to end the excruciating cycle of pain. It seemed sketchy, with certain rules about how to use the items and ingredients that neither of us had heard about. Should we have bought it? Probably not, but impulses are a magical thing. Flash forward to last weekend when my family won some trip to Mexico, a whole four weeks in the middle of summer at some resort. Suddenly, the kit flashed into my head. Almost a month away from everyone I knew would be the perfect time to act on the plan. It was going to be confusing to Dean and my parents at first, but I had plenty of time to come up with excuses.
“Alright, five, sixteen…” I mumbled to myself, twisting the numbers on the lock. “I got it!”
The steel device dropped before I could catch it, sending a cascade of screeching echoes as it hit the floor.
“What grace,” Tommy sighed from across the line. I wanted to give a snarky reply, but I was too focused on scanning the room, making sure my cover wasn’t blown.
“Vincent! Have you done it yet?” Tommy asked eagerly, breaking my concentration.
“What… no! It’s barely been a minute–stop rushing me.” Looking through the locker, I made sure to find something I knew only Todd would own. I smirked as I found a half-drank protein shake with “TODD” messily written on the side: the perfect sample. Putting my phone down on the bench, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small packet filled with red powder. I ripped it open carefully, pouring half of it into the shake before elegantly ejecting some of my own saliva into the mix. Searching through the locker again, I picked up a single brown hair lying inside a jockstrap and tossed it into a different cup with the remaining powder. I knew it had to be Todd’s, as his brunette was much darker than my step brother’s blonde. I proceeded to carefully re-stage the items and close the locker, erasing any evidence of my tampering. Grabbing my phone and the cup, I walked over to a sink and made myself a drink.
“It’ll be worth it,” I reassured myself, grimacing.
“Sure it will be, Vinny,” Tommy mocked. Rolling my eyes, I tossed my head back and shot down the drink. It tasted like an off-brand fruit punch, but luckily I didn’t get any hint of pube.
“Alright,” I croaked, the concoction still sliding down my throat. “Now we just have to wait for Todd.”
“Great job!” Tommy replied excitedly, the first time he wasn’t sarcastic. “To think, my best friend will be a whole new guy the next time I see him.”
“Totally, alright, I’ll text you later.” I hung up the phone and threw the cup and empty packet in the trash. Walking out to the parking lot, I was feeling ecstatic. In 24 hours, Todd was going to finally take a few steps in my shoes.
— —
Only one hour left! I can barely even hold back my excitement. Of course, I’m not only excited to see if the kit works, because it turns out the resort is incredible. Even if my plan falls through, at least I’ll be spending four months in some kind of paradise. It seems like Dean’s enjoying his first day too. While our parents decided to go explore the spa, we went to the beach. The two of us had been enjoying the sun’s rays for the past few hours, but it already looks like he’s been here for months. I don’t know why he wore board shorts though; you might as well tan every part of the body.
“Hey,” Dean caught my attention, his smooth baritone somehow blocking at all other noise. That, along with his strikingly masculine features, made him the perfect ladies’ man.
“We got an ocean right in front of us, why aren’t we swimming?”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m ready to get wet yet.”
“Oh really?” He replied with some sass, looking out towards the water.
“We’ll see about that,” I heard him mumble before he walked away.
“Guess I won that argument?” I praised myself questionably, not really knowing what to call that interaction. Lazily, I flopped over on my lounging chair, lying on my stomach as I closed my eyes. Might as well take a short nap as I waited.
“This’ll help!”
Suddenly, a huge wave of cold water tumbled onto my back, causing me to lurch up rigidly as the icy liquid cooled my baking body.
“Oohohoo…” I groaned, flipping myself over to see a dumb smirk painted over Dean’s face. “You, me, ocean, NOW!”
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DEAN’S PERSPECTIVE
Placing my palm on a rock, I slowly leaned into my hand, taking a breath as Vincent ran off to grab towels. We had just spent the last hour battling each other in the salty water, only calling a truce when we both felt too weak to go on. When my dad had first married his mom all those years ago, I wasn’t really excited to call the little shrimp my brother, but he’s really grown on me. Although he definitely takes from his mother’s side with his lithe swimmer build and lighter, leaner body, Vincent was growing up into a confident man. I watched him grab some towels from beside the pool, his smile beaming as we made eye contact. Yup, definitely a confident man, the speedo confirmed that.
“Here you are, loser,” Vincent tossed me a towel, drying himself off as he spoke.
“Oh, that’s the title you bestow upon me?” I questioned, grabbing him and ruffling his hair.
“Ah! Ok, I surrender!” Vincent cried, laughing as I let him go.
“So, what do you want to do now?” I asked. Vincent looked off into the distance, pondering.
“I want to stay on the beach and lie down for a bit,” he began, getting a small grimace out of me. “That look tells me you want to do something else?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll go explore a bit.” He shrugged his shoulders before abruptly twitching.
“Oh crap!”
“What?”
“I forgot I have to go do something… you should go explore, I’ll be a bit.”
“Wait, what do you-”
“I’ll explain later–have fun!” Vincent grabbed our towels and ran off.
“Alright, dweeb.” I started walking in the opposite direction, venturing away from the crowds and into the lush forest in front of me. I made sure to stay on the coastline so I’d remember my way back, but otherwise it was just me and the wilderness.
Stepping off the beaten trail turned out to be the right decision. There turned out to be a lot of beautiful things right off of the resort. Luscious trees, teal water, and the sound of tropical birds filled my senses. It seemed like this was going to be the ideal start to my vacation.
BUUUURP
A huge belch unexpectedly escaped from my mouth. Usually, I’d be proud of myself, but the stomach cramp I felt afterwards prevented me from doing so.
“Oh god,” I moaned as I sat on the ground, holding my gut in pain. It suddenly felt like I had been hit by some kind of wrecking ball right to the abdomen. I rolled my head back in pain, looking around for some kind of help. It was then I remembered that I was completely alone somewhere in the Mexican wilderness. I knew how to get back, but I was too far away to call for help, and there was no way I was going to stand up.
I cradled myself in my arms, not noticing the strange twitching throughout my veins. Slowly, my massive biceps and triceps began to compress. Years of time in the gym began to dissipate and the meaty mass melted away from my arms. Thick muscles became lean, losing definition as they softened. The hard flesh began to dissipate as it thinned, creating smooth, lengthy arms. The strength for throwing had most certainly disappeared, with the tendons looking much more suitable for swimming or running. They didn’t look appropriate for any sport involved with a ball.
“It had to be something I ate, right?” I reasoned with myself, still hunched over in pain alongside the ocean shore. With my eyes scrunched tightly, I couldn’t see my skimpy arms draping over my legs, whose veins had also begun to twitch excitedly. Powerful calves began to dwindle as my thighs shriveled inwards, leaving more room for my massive pouch as my once meaty quads dwindled like grapes to raisins. My tan skin became taut against my bones as the flesh quickly disappeared. My lower body was no longer meant for pushing and shoving, but instead for paddling and endurance. Leg days wouldn’t be able to repair the damage done. Nestling myself tightly, I subconsciously pulled my legs closer in. I thought it was because of the pain, but instead I was rapidly shrinking. My once powerful 6’2 stature was tightening, bringing me down to a lowly 5’9.
Grumbling softly, I felt my stomach lurch once more, causing me to groan in agony. My muscular torso began to vibrate as the flesh condensed. My pecs went first, sinking in just barely as they lost the extra meat I had gained to help tackle opponents. My once strong shoulders softened, causing my natural stance to shift from a confident straight back to a little hungover. The abs I had worked so hard to pronounce diminished so much that it didn’t look like I had earned them. I instead had the chest of a skinny man boy. Even my body hair shed away, the dark brown hairs in my armpits, pubes, and on my appendages floating away into the cool sea breeze.
“Alright, concentrate Dean! What did you eat?” I mumbled, slowly hoisting myself up. I hadn’t drank any tap water since I got here, and I had skipped breakfast to explore the resort, so it couldn’t have been anything today. My scrawny legs shook as I pushed upwards, feeling my center of gravity shift. Still holding my stomach, I began coughing violently, my throat feeling suddenly ticklish. The coughs became lighter with each breath, slowly rising in pitch as I kept going. Reasoning with myself that I was overthinking the spontaneous outburst, I didn’t recognize the feeling of my Adam’s apple receding. The once noticeable weight began to descend into my thinning neck, losing its prominence until the large golf ball became a miniature lump showing timidly through my skin. Coughing one last time, I gathered myself and made my way back to the resort.
“WhaAAt did I hAAave for dinner?” I pleaded, trying to remember while ignoring my cracking higher voice and more feminine tone. It was much more boyish than it should have been–a few registers higher to be exact–but I simply blamed it on the nausea. Grimacing, I took the first few steps. After a while, I got the hang of it, making sure to catch myself every time it felt like I was going too fast. Sluggishly making my way back, my head began to adapt to the rest of my body. I felt a soft twitch within my skull as it shrunk inwards. My large nose and ears adapted by deflating, becoming smaller. My eyebrows thickened along with my lips, which became juicier with each passing second. Baby fat slowly grew back over my manly lantern jaw, making me look like a high school sophomore rather than one in college. A small breeze carried off the ocean into my hair, giving it a more natural wave like the sea itself. My eyes became the color of salt water, the chocolaty brown lightening into a dreamy aqua.
Taking a turn around a small bend, I was excited to see the resort’s looming buildings in the distance. I was beginning to feel a little better, giving me a pep in my step as I strolled a faster. For some reason, it felt like I was much lighter on my feet, but I assumed it was the same queasiness that made my voice sound higher. Coming closer and closer to my destination, my feet began to shrink. The giant Size 16’s that I developed over my successful football years began to shrink, creating smaller footprints in the sand with each new step. The muscular, veiny tops became soft and squishy as they formed into two delicate Size 7’s. Although it wasn’t evident in the fresh air, my feet had also lost their natural odor. In fact, almost all of my body odor had completely dissipated. My authentic alpha musk had literally gone with the wind.
“It couldn’t have been dinner; you can’t get food poisoning from cereal can you?” I asked no one in particular, groping myself as I finally got back to the resort. Readjusting my pouch, my two low-hanging balls began to scrunch up. They slowly ascended back into my body, rising up until they rested right underneath my cock. I sneakily squeezed my dick, making sure the other vacationers didn’t notice as I gave a little tug. Instantly, I boned up to my massive 8.5 inches. Of course I was a little contemptuous over the thing, but who wouldn’t be? Giving it another tug, I felt it recede backwards. Interpreting that it was probably best not to get hard on the beach, I took my hand away from my cock and to the side of my board shorts, subconsciously holding them up. My dick slowly continued its descent, but I had no idea it was still pulsing with blood. Gradually the massive cucumber became more like a baby pickle, stopping a little under 4 inches. I still didn’t know that I was hard, and as a stranger’s hand accidentally grazed past me, my sensitive little prick shot out two sad spurts of cum. Almost instantly it ducked away in shame, reducing itself to a mere 2 inches soft.
“Maybe it was that shake Todd gave me? It tasted a little weird–but everything with extra protein does.”
“Dean?”
“He was sick a few weeks ago, is it possible I got something from drinking out of his cup?”
“DEAN!”
I whipped my head over to look at the shore. An extremely attractive, muscular man laid proudly across the shore, his perky butt looking ready to burst from his strained speedo. With bulging arms and legs and an incredibly handsome face, it was extremely hard not to look at him. He seemed confused, as if he had seen something impossible. For some reason he looked familiar; the brown hair, the eyes, even the nose reminded me of-
“VINCENT?” I gasped in true shock.
“Dean, is that you?”
He got up and ran over to me, his meaty legs and giant feet guiding him over in seconds. He tossed an arm around me and guided me to a more sheltered area out of the sun.
“What happened to you? And why are you so pale?”
“What do you mean…” I asked, finally looking at myself.
“OH MY GOD! Where’s my body?” I shouted, garnering the looks of a few passersby. I smiled at them, pretending like nothing was wrong. They then walked away peacefully, allowing me to investigate my body.
“I’m scrawny? Where’s my muscles? My abs! My biceps! Where… Whe-” I began hyperventilating, but before I could pass out Vincent grabbed my shoulder to steady me. He then went down on one knee to be at my eye-level. When did I get so short?
“Dude, calm down, hold on a moment,” he started, his deep baritone soothing me.
“I don’t understand, what could have gone wrong?” Vincent asked. It was supposed to be private, but it was loud enough to garner my attention.
“What do you mean ‘What could have gone wrong?””
“I…umm…” he stuttered. It was weird to see such a powerful looking man seem shy. “What did you eat after practice last night? Before we picked you up.”
“I don’t know,” I retorted. “A granola bar, the rest of Todd’s stupid shake, and I think there was an apple som-” Then, Vincent shoved a hand into my board shorts and yanked them down, revealing-
“WHERE IS MY DICK!” I screamed, this time not caring that other people could probably hear me. My step brother had revealed a hairless area with a pathetic little stump. My pride and joy was gone, it had completely disappeared. I almost cried.
“What color are your pubes?” Vincent questioned frantically.
“What?” I snickered.
“Just answer me.”
“Dark brown, why?”
“Good Lord,” Vincent placed a palm on his forehead, sighing as he got up.
“Wait, where are you going? You can’t leave me like this!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Vincent dashed to his chair and back. “If it fit me before, it should fit you now.” He tossed me his blue shirt and ran off.
“This isn’t what I meant!”
— —
VINCENT’S PERSPECTIVE
How could this have happened? I hadn’t even considered that Dean would drink the shake, or that he could possibly have different colored hairs across his body. I was so excited to finally get revenge that the excitement had completely clouded my head. Now, my step brother had my shrimpy swimmer’s build while I had his beautifully athletic genetics. Sure, I looked and felt super hot, like a true alpha, but I didn’t want it like this. I really liked Dean, and I really like-liked Dean. Sure, it was a little weird, but it’s hard for a little gay boy like me not to get attracted to his sexy stud-like step brother. But Dean truly felt like a brother to me–so I had to find out how to reverse this dumb accident.
Shoving the key into my door, I quickly burst into our shared room. I rushed over to my suitcase, grabbing the kit instructions as fast as I could. I’m glad I brought it with me, expecting something like this could happen. I quickly grabbed the instruction manual and read over, trying to understand the lengthy scientific words. Skimming, I groped myself through my speedo, moaning at the sheer joy of Dean’s length. I was undeniably going to miss having a giant cock. Suddenly, my pupils dilated as I ran through the last line.
“All changes permanent?” I ran my hand through my shorter hair, groaning in frustration. I skimmed the manual again, hoping to find a loophole.
“Powder… Drink… Reality…. Genetic Code… Come on!” None of these had anything to do with what I needed. Then, an idea popped into my head. What if I called Tommy? He’d know what to do. I snatched my phone from the nightstand and scrolled through my contacts to the T’s. I placed the phone up to my ear and jumped on my bed, drumming my fingers anxiously as the ringing echoed into my ears.
“Hello?”
“Dude, I’m so glad you picked up! I messed up so bad with the plan. It turns out my step brother dr-”
“Woah, bro, slow down a sec,” the other side replied. Tommy’s voice sounded different, much deeper and duller. “What are you talking about, what happened?”
“Tommy, my step-”
“Bro, this is Todd. Who did you think you’re talking too, your dweeb step brother’s best friend?”
I paused for a moment. Why would I have called Todd, I despise him. And what was he talking about, Tommy being Dean’s best friend. Wasn’t Tommy my best friend? Wasn’t I trying to call To… Todd? Yeah, I wanted to call Todd! He was my best bro after all, we’d been best bros forever, he’d know what to do.
“Oh yeah, sorry, you know what I meant,” I started again. “Anyway, remember that kit I bought? I did it all wrong, it was supposed to be…”
I stopped suddenly, holding back my tongue. I was about to say Todd, but that didn’t make any sense. Why would I want Todd to drink the… drink the… what was I talking about? I was way to horny to focus, as I’d been palming my massive cock the entire time. What kit did I get? And what was I holding.
“Victor?” the other side prompted. “You still there bro?”
“Uh, yeah,” I replied gruffly.
“Just chill out, I think you might be gettin’ heat stroke or something. Go tan, go swim, get laid with all those beautiful ladies. You’re spending a month in paradise! Enjoy it!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” All of a sudden, it felt like a fog had lifted from my head; everything was clearing up.
“You gotta stay healthy bro, cause when you come back football season is gonna be first priority. I gotta go, but stay in there dude. Talk to you later!”
“Alright, bye broski.” Todd hung up on his end and I followed. Todd was right, I should be enjoying myself, tanning and getting a little promiscuous. What chick wouldn’t want to get with my musky, muscly body? Todd was such a genius, which was why we were best bros in the first place. I moaned as I came in my hand, a thick load seeping out onto my step brother’s bed. Why was I sitting here anyway?
Forgetting to clean up the mess, I grabbed my extra speedo and dashed back to the beach. It didn’t take me long to get back to Desmond–the distance was hardly the that of my school’s football field. I saw him cowering a little bit off the resort property apprehensively, stripping off his shirt carefully while holding a towel to cover his junk.
“Next time, don’t lose your swim trunks on the first day.”
“Whatever, Victor,” he replied snarkily, his tenor tone softly mocking me. “Thanks for the speedo by the way.”
“No problem, Dezzy.” I knew he hated that nickname, it made him feel like a beta. He already had a sleek swimmers build and a small stature due to my step father’s genetics, so it was easy to tease him about looking submissive. He gave me a cold glare as he finished changing, his eyes the color of arctic ice.
“My speedo looks good on you,” I said as he got up. My massive pouch had intensely stretched out the crotch, causing a small saggy area in the front due to it’s sheer size, but his bubble butt easily filled the back. I could barely see his raging boner poking at the front. I knew the kid had a thing for me, but I didn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t?
“Surprised you didn’t bring any backups.”
“Yeah, I’m not proud of it,” Desmond replied, awkwardly shuffling himself to hide his prick as we starting to walk towards the water.
“We got an ocean right in front of us,” Desmond asked. “Why aren’t we swimming?”
“Alright,” I responded casually before dashing towards the water, “First one their loses their swim trunks!”
“Not funny!” Desmond remarked as he shot off after me. I laughed hard as he started to catch up on me. It probably wasn’t smart to challenge a high school track star to a race, but I could easily tackle him if the need came up.