The Trickster grinned as he looked at the little beach town he now found himself, it would be a perfect place for him to flex his magical muscles and of course enjoy the sunshine. Often he was forced to hide in the shadows but at peak power he no longer had to, the green mist camouflaged him until he decided to show his form to the unlucky soul that happened to garner his attention. See, it was a long walk down to the beach and many mortals were milling around, enjoying the hot summer weather and all of them were at risk of losing the life they loved so much. The first unfortunates were a group of guys on a lads night out, all heading towards a bar to start pre-gaming for the evening to come. They were obnoxious, loud dopes that the Trickster could have easily mistaken for gorillas if it weren’t for the clothing. The group of men were hollering and cheering loudly as one finished a beer, one called Wally who easily weighed 300 pounds of muscle and fat pulled down his pants and showed his huge, creamy, pale arse to the group causing raucous laughter which only increased when the moron unleashed a putrid booming fart. Everyone around was disgusted by them, they were animals, entitled narcissists that felt the world belonged to them, just the group the Trickster was hoping to find. The green demon observed the group again looking for the optimum target to degrade and destroy. He watched as another guy who was smartly dressed and clearly well off called Payton wolf-whistled at a group of girls and then called them whores as the horrified women flipped him off and scurried away. They were good targets but not the best, but soon the Trickster found the one...Brett.
The biggest and beefiest of the men had just finished a pitcher of beer and had unleashed a monstrous belch that caused the other patrons to look over in disgust. The cocky frat dude then happily slapped a waitress on the arse and demanded another round, like vikings the gang cheered as Brett stood above them all and started to flex. The cocky asshole, the alpha of the group and the perfect victim for the Trickster.
The Trickster watched as Brett flexed for his buddies, the whole group were almost salivating over their leader. It was obvious Payton wished he had the charisma and confidence that Brett oozed and Wally just seemed pleased that a slob like him could even bask in Brett’s glow. The Trickster had seen enough, these men were far too happy for their own good, especially Brett. Brett was an arrogant, entitled, sexist meathead, the attention he received only fueled his ego and his actions, it was obvious to the Trickster that Brett should in no way be idolised like he was… well at least not in his current form. Taking a deep breath the Trickster then exhaled a wave of green smoke engulfing the bar, infecting everyone inside and leaving Brett frozen in his douchebag muscle pose in front of everyone.
For everyone else in the bar it was as if nothing had happened, the rest of the patrons continued their conversations and the lads continued laughing and drinking, except for Brett. The douchebag found himself flexing but unable to move and no matter how much he tried he was unable to move a muscle.
“Guys! Fuck I think I’ve cramped or something?! I can’t fucking move! Guys! GUYS!” Brett yelled becoming more panicked as his entourage appeared to completely ignore his cry for help.
“They can’t hear you Brett, in fact they barely even know you’re still standing there.” The Trickster whispered as he slinked behind Brett muscular form and rubbed his flexed bicep.
“Who the fuck are you? What have you done to me?!” Brett cried trying more desperately to get away from the green demon’s touch.
“Who I am is irrelevant and what I’ve done to you has taken you out of reality for a moment” The Trickster mused as he continued to inspect the fine work Brett has done to sculpt his muscles to near perfection.
“What the fuck does that mean! Make it fucking stop or I’ll beat the living shit out you freak!” Brett spat his arrogance only confirming that the Trickster had made the right choice with his first victim.
Calmly the Trickster responded as he ran his hands over Brett’s toned abs all the way down to his thick 8 inch bulge. “It means Brett that you both exist and don’t exist at the same time.” The Trickster watched as Brett squirmed under his touch and as he desperately tried to understand what the Trickster was saying to him. “It means that people are aware that you exist but are not sure what you exist as. I could easily replace you with a duck and the world would accept that there was a duck in this bar that had led a life of swimming and eating bread up to that point. It means that “Brett” could be anything I want it to be.” the Trickster grinned as he made his way in front of the scowling Brett.
“Bullshit! I don’t know how you’re doing this but as soon as I’m free me and my boys are gonna kick your teeth in!” Brett seethed with anger not just because he didn’t quite understand what the poncy green man had explained to him but because no homo would ever touch him up and leave without his skull smashed.
“Oh I believe that would be true Brett but you are far to busy entertaining the boys to focus on me, I mean you were just about to do your party trick and shake your big, fat dumptruck ass for them all.” The Trickster smiled as he pressed a green finger firmly on Brett’s workout short clad buttocks and watched as they started to expand. Brett was so filled with anger that his arse had been touched without his consent that he barely noticed the changes at first. His once firm muscle butt softened as a very large layer of fat started to swell from the cheeks. Its shape growing rounded and shapely, but still with enough muscle to hold it high and firm. It was only when Brett felt a tightness in his shorts that he became concerned, the poor fabric was quickly becoming strained as his bubble butt grew at an alarming rate, each cheek quickly taking on the size of a basketball. Eventually Brett’s arse finished its growth leaving Brett very uncomfortable with an obvious wedgie, his truly humongous butt cheeks had swallowed his underwear and shorts so much that they now pulled painfully on his cock and balls which were now clearly visible. With a curious squeeze the Trickster gave Brett’s new supersized rump a pinch and slap sending the colossal cheeks into an uncontrollable jiggle which Brett clearly felt. However, before Brett could comprehend his new bigger bum or even get a good look at it he felt his body able to move again. Instantly he tried to run or grab Wally or Payton but instead he found his body moving without his consent. Finishing his flexing Brett found himself turning around so his new massive ass faced his friends and proudly he began to shake it around.
“Yes! Shake that thang!” Wally shouted as he drew attention to the show Brett was involuntarily putting on.
“Big booty Brett is in the house!” Payton almost screamed as he gave the now ginormous cheeks an open hand smack causing them to wiggle even faster.
Brett was humiliated, he wanted to stop, he wanted to blush, he wanted to understand why his friends were not concerned with the enormous swelling his arse had just done but instead he smiled and continued to shake his bum even when he caught some of the patrons in the bar giggling at his watermelon sized cheeks. Brett could just about crane his head to see his now bulbous butt cheeks, they were insane! Far bigger than any normal guy and bigger than most women! He could never wear anything without his arse being the focal point, they were gargantuan! He was use to be being the centre of attention but for his personality and confidence and his fucking good looks not a fucking extreme bubble butt. Brett felt so humiliated, he couldn't be known as big booty Brett, he was the alpha, the leader, not a joke!
After a short while of Brett shaking his new money maker, he once again felt himself freeze and the guys around him went back to laughing and joking, ignoring their new big butted friend standing with his arse pushed out.
“Well you sure know how to steal the spotlight, don’t you big booty Brett.” The Trickster grinned as he put more emphasis on each word of Brett’s new nickname.
“How the fuck did you do that! Fix it now! I look like a fucking freak, its unnatural to have an arse this bloody big!” Brett yelled, whether it was arrogance or ignorance he still did not fully understand the danger he was in.
“You are right Brett, it is unnatural to have arse cheeks that size… without having a matching set of tits to go along with it.” The Trickster licked his lips as he pulled away Brett’s muscle tee making it vanish into green mist before grabbing each of the muscle bro’s nipples and giving them a good squeeze. Brett shrieked in pain and as the green demon let go Brett was about to curse and rant, however the sensation in his chest made him look down as he watched his modest pecs begin to swell. It was almost like someone blowing up two balloons, the slow inflation was barely noticeable at first but Brett could see them growing. With each second he watched as his view of his feet, groin, abs was all obscured by his growing muscle tits. The hefty pectorals bulged outwards creating an obvious shelf on his chest. Yet, even though both of his pecs were now larger than most bodybuilders they continued to swell, becoming rounder, stronger and more obvious. Brett whimpered as he looked at his chest, running would now be uncomfortable as the huge slabs of muscle would be thrown around, wearing anything other than loose fitting tanks would make it seem like Brett now had breasts. Never again would he wear a formal shirt or a suit without it looking ill fitting, tight or showing a generous amount of cleavage. When the sensation stopped Brett looked down, or tried to. He no longer could see his feet or even his shorts; they were completely hidden under his now enormous muscle tits, and that's what they were tits, no longer pectorals their sheer size now made them tits.
Brett didn’t have to worry for long as he soon found his body able to move again and with the new weight hanging from his chest he nearly lost his balance, thankfully his ginormous ass kept him upright. As soon as he was steady Brett instantly tried to make a run for it, he needed medical help or maybe even spiritual help to get rid of the magical giant muscles he had just acquired. However, yet again his body did not comply, now shirtless big booty Brett turned around to his boys and gave them a good view of his pectacular chest. With them out on display it didn’t take long for Wally to draw attention to his leader who was clearly ready to show off his second party trick.
“Bounce them Brett, bounce them Brett, bounce them Brett,'' Wally began to chant and it didn't take long until the whole gang had joined in. Brett wanted to turn red with embarrassment, he looked like a freak but his body was adamant that he would show off his new assets. Brett cringed as his new body began to beat his chest with his fists like a gorilla before making his new muscle tits bounce and jump. All the boys cheered and laughed as Brett wished the ground would swallow him up, he was now a source of humour and jokes! He was supposed to be the boss, the leader, the alpha but now he was just a clown for the guys, a guy with huge pecs to bounce around and a humongous ass to shake and twerk.
“Ok ok ok you have had your fun, you need to stop this now and change me back” Brett said his entitlement still shining through although the quiver of anxiety and fear in his voice was clearly noticeable to the Trickster.
“What do you mean Brett? You have always had such wondrous muscle tits and beach ball sized arse cheeks?” The Trickster remarked. “Boobs and booty Brett they call you and they have done ever since your teens”
Brett’s head felt weird, like a dull headache and dizziness combined as a rush of new memories came into his head. Images of him embracing his freakish assets and using them to his advantage, using them to get popular, to get laughs and even to get chicks. He loved to show off his pecs and ass didn’t he? Brett shook his head and looked back at the Trickster the realisation of the demon's true power finally heading home for the cocky muscle bro.
“Dude, that’s not true. I had a normal body before you changed it, now I'm willing to forget this whole thing if you just reverse it all and leave me alone.”
“Oh that’s very forgiving of you Brett but why on earth would I change you back, the new you seems very happy shaking his ass and bouncing his pecs for the attention of the boys.” The Trickster taunted.
“BECAUSE I’M NOT SOME FAT ARSE FREAK WITH GIANT FUCKING MUSCLE BALLOONS, DANCING AROUND FOR LAUGHS FROM THESE FUCKING IDIOTS!” Brett screeched, with his memories warped and his body morphed to almost inhuman proportions Brett could not face the idea of being stuck as an objection of humiliation and ridicule. He did not plan on bouncing his tits and shaking his ass for the rest of his life especially for the likes of Wally and Payton. He was in charge, the guys respected him and treated him like a god not some god damn jester to gawk, grope and giggle at!
The Trickster couldn’t help but grin, he loved the futile angry outbursts, they were so pathetic. “Oh now I understand Brett. I guess it is rather humiliating shaking your ass for laughs isn’t.”
Brett gave a reassured smile and nodded profusely thinking he was finally making some progress with the demon that had him frozen with his huge pecs out on display.
“No, it would be much less humiliating if you were doing it for money.”
Brett’s smile immediately disappeared as his head became dizzy yet again and his vision blurred. Brett now saw himself in a hotel room, across from him as an older gentleman sitting in a lone chair. Brett’s face scrunched in disgust as he watched the man grab and rub at the clear bulge in the front of his trousers, a wet patch already forming. Brett didn’t understand what was happening until he looked down and saw what he was wearing, his ripped muscular body, humongous pecs and giant rump were all on display as he stood in nothing but a skimpy blue thong. Brett wanted to scream but instead found himself reaching over to a stereo and pressing play as Nelly’s hot in here started to play. Brett started yelling internally as he tried to stop himself from grabbing some massage oil and rubbing it up and down his body while the man across from him pawed at his chest and helped to rub the oil into every crevice. Brett felt both anger and humiliation as the man slid his hands under his new muscle tits and gave each of his nipples a squeeze. Brett would have happily beaten the shit out of the older man if he had any control, however his body actively seemed to be encouraging the gentleman to place his hands lower. Brett desperately wanted to gain control of his body but his attempts were useless as he allowed his bulge to be grabbed and a curious finger to slide down the back of his thong and poke at his virgin hole.
“STOP PLEASE STOP!” Brett shrieked as he continued to entertain his new customer by wiggling his big booty cheeks in his face. Stepping forward Brett readied himself as the music reached its crescendo, while internally yelling, screaming and even starting to cry a little Brett watched as he bent over and peeled off the thong to give the gentleman what he wanted.
Brett whimpered as he danced butt naked on the man, grinding and humping at him and rubbing his body all over him. When the music finally stopped Brett started to collect his dignity and clothing before a bundle of cash was thrust at him as the older gentlemen ran to the bathroom to finish what his cock was aching for. Brett felt dirty and used as the new stripper walked out the door, his thong riding uncomfortably up his crack. That was his first private strip show but it wasn’t his last, Brett was then bombarded with thousands for private dances, stag parties and birthdays where he had exposed himself, grinded, thrusted and humped exclusively gay men. Brett cried out as the new memories squashed his old life, he knew this wasn't him but the old him was struggling to surface from the waves of stripper memories. That was when Brett’s vision cleared, he was still in the bar except now there was a lot more space between him and the boys, they had circled around him and he was in just his underwear. Brett wanted to cry out for help, he wanted to run, he wanted to cover his arse and chest but instead he found himself once again pressing play on a stereo as his song started to play as the boys started cheering.
Brett could not stop himself from grinding and rubbing his body as his friends now giggled, laughed and filmed him. Brett felt tears well up in his eyes as the crowd gathered and he peeled away his underwear to reveal his mammoth cheeks.
“Enjoying yourself Brett?” the Trickster asked.
“No please make it stop” Brett almost whimpered, his arrogance long gone. “I don’t want to be laughed at any more, I don’t want to shake my arse for guys or for money, I just want it to stop. I want to be the real me again please!” Brett’s emotional pleas were almost touching. But who would honestly want a dumb homophobic, sexist, immature muscle bro than dumb, fun, big booty, big boobed stripper?
The Trickster grinned “There, there Brett no need to worry I will stop the laughing.”
Instantly the men in the bar stopped laughing and for a brief moment Brett had hope, perhaps the evil demon had taken pity on him, however, he was still dancing. Brett still found his body moving around and dancing to the beat, his ass, cock and tits bouncing along to the tune. Brett then found himself up against a wall, his arse sticking out as he began to shake his massive cheeks from side to side. Why hadn’t he stopped dancing, it was even weirder now there was only music, the silence from his buds was unsettling.
Looking over his shoulder Brett found that all of his bros were still looking at him and his arse but this time instead of laughter and joy in their eyes there was something much more sinister...lust. Brett started to panic as he looked at his friends, their eyes starting to glaze over as larger erect bulges appeared in their pants. Brett whimpered as he saw the humongous tent forming in Wally’s shorts, the dude was a big guy and he had the biggest cock to go along with it, if he wasn’t a total slob then perhaps he could have had Brett’s position. However, it dawned on Brett that with him now a stripper the position of Alpha in the group was up for grabs. Brett looked around again at the bulges and at his friends rubbing themselves and pleasuring themselves to Brett dancing, this couldn’t be happening! Brett tried to fight again to regain control as he watched his friend’s clothes disappear, their underwear changing to allow for their now fully erect cocks to easily slip free and for them to start jerking off.
“I am Brett, I am the leader, I am the alpha, I am the boss! I am Brett, I am the leader, I am the alpha, I am the boss! I am Brett, I am the leader, I am the alpha, I am the boss!” Brett continued to repeat his mantra even as he bent over and presented his arse to Wally, crying Brett tried his hardest to fight back but even his body wanted to feel the thick ten inch cock inside of him. As the first five inches slid in Brett cried and as the rest pounded into his bussy he screamed in pain, pleasure and humiliation as Brett the power bottom became the centre of attention.
Epilogue
The Trickster smiled, Brett the alpha was no more, trapped at the back of his mind while the new Brett the insatiable power bottom whore took control. Every night he was now booked and after his performance at the bar and taking at least 12 twelve different dicks went viral he was getting more and more group bookings. Every day and night Brett went out to dance and get fucked, his old self screaming and crying every time a new dick slid in between his juicy muscle tits or in between his bouncy buttocks.
Thankfully he always had a friend with him, Payton would always pay to tag along and watch. The pervy little man would watch as Brett was fucked senseless and he stroked his tiny little cock in the background. If only his little dick was big enough to get past Brett’s mammoth butt cheeks then perhaps could finally stop this obsession he had with Brett the big boobed, big booty power bottom.
Brett was getting fucked almost constantly but now he needed to in order to support his new boyfriend who refused to get a job. Brett would dread his evenings at home, he would enter into a messy apartment reeking of farts, just to be called into the bathroom to find Wally, his fattening form sitting on the crapper, his massive thick cock ready to go. Brett would desperately try to get it over with but Wally always insisted on foreplay and that always meant Brett giving his loving slob boyfriend a lengthy and thorough rim job before being choked on his fat cock. Brett would never leave Wally partly because of the magic but also out of pity. Wally had just become a walking fuckstick, his life was nonexistent and he barely left the comfort of the smelly apartment. His only objective was to be pleasured by Brett and Brett was all too happy to oblige, keeping his new boyfriend addicted to his bubble butt and stuck in his new dead end life being nothing more than a big cock that Brett could ride. Brett would have felt more pity for Wally but that quickly disappeared when the fat muscle brute accidentally unleashed a noxious
fart before pushing Brett’s face deep into his hairy asshole.
The Trickster was pleased as the men disappeared into their new lives, a lazy human dildo, a tiny dick cuck and the power bottom freak. Not bad for his first encounter, now it was time for the green demon to continue his walk to the beach after all this day was only just beginning and there was plenty more fun to be had.
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