Scott’s change

by Swiftie13

A young man in a café has a chance meeting that changes his life.

On a bustling street corner, a young man named Scott, aged 23, with a mop of unruly brown hair and a stubble lining his jaw, sat at a café, his eyes scanning the pedestrians as they rushed by. His gaze was sharp, as if searching for something or someone amidst the urban throng. He wore a faded blue t-shirt and well-worn jeans, giving off an air of casual nonchalance that belied his focused attention. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched in front of him, its aroma mingling with the exhaust fumes that wafted through the open-air seating.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the café’s redbrick walls, a figure caught Scott’s eye. A man, tall and lean, with a confidence that seemed almost tangible, strolled in. His hair was a sleek black, and his eyes, a piercing blue, scanned the room before settling on Scott. He had the kind of smile that could make a statue blush, and as he approached, the clatter of cups and the murmur of conversations seemed to hush, as if in deference to his presence. The man was dressed in a tailored suit that whispered of wealth and power, yet there was something in the way he moved, a certain fluid grace, that spoke of something else entirely.

Scott felt his heart skip a beat as the man sat down opposite him. He was so close Scott could see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and the way his cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and musk, filled the space between them. The man’s gaze was direct, yet not unkind, and there was a playful twitch to his full lips that suggested a sense of humor lurking beneath the surface. The tension grew palpable as Scott struggled to maintain his cool, his eyes flicking from the man’s strong jawline to his long, tapered fingers, which drummed a silent rhythm on the table.

“Hi,” the man said, his voice a smooth rumble that sent a shiver down Scott’s spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the street. You seem... intense.”

Scott blinked, his thoughts racing. “Oh, I just had a lot on my mind,” he replied, his voice sounding forced even to his own ears. “I’m Scott.”

The man leaned back in his chair, his eyes still locked on Scott. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Scott. I’m Alex,” he said, extending a hand. His grip was firm and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the day.

Scott nodded, his cheeks flushing. “I really need the toilet, sorry,” he mumbled, his voice betraying his sudden nervousness.

Alex’s smile grew. “No problem,” he said. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Scott hurried inside, his heart hammering in his chest. In the bathroom, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, taking deep breaths. Who was this guy? And why was he so thrown? He’d never been one to get nervous around people, especially not strangers. But there was something about Alex that was different. Something that made his skin tingle and his palms sweat.

He took a moment to compose himself, washed his hands, and then stepped back out into the café. The clatter of cups and conversation had resumed, but Scott’s eyes went straight to Alex, who was still sitting at the table, sipping from his own coffee. The man looked up, his gaze unwavering, and Scott felt his stomach flip. He sat back down, trying to ignore the way his knees bumped against the chair.

“Thanks for waiting,” Scott said, his voice slightly shakier than he would have liked.

Alex took another sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving Scott’s. “It’s no problem,” he replied smoothly. “Your drink’s still warm.”

The air between them crackled with an unspoken energy, and Scott found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the man’s mouth as he drank. He watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, the way his throat moved with the motion, and felt his own mouth go dry. He reached for his own cup, his hand trembling slightly as he brought it to his lips. The bitter taste of the coffee washed over his tongue, and he realized he hadn’t even noticed it sitting there, forgotten amidst the chaos of his racing thoughts.

Alex set his cup down and leaned forward, his eyes searching Scott’s. “So, do you want to come to my place?” he asked, his tone casual yet charged.

Scott’s heart stuttered. “Your place?” he echoed, his mind racing. He didn’t know this man, not really, and yet the prospect was strangely enticing. He felt a strange pull towards Alex, as if there was some invisible thread connecting them. “Why?”

Alex’s smile grew a little wider. “Because I think we have a lot to talk about,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “I can show you something... interesting.”

Scott felt his curiosity piqued despite the nagging voice in his head telling him to be cautious. The world outside the café had taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were the only ones who truly existed in that moment. He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he murmured. “Let’s go.”

Alex stood up, his movements fluid and precise, and Scott couldn’t help but feel a little clumsy in comparison. They exited the café and began to walk down the street, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the space between them. The buildings grew taller and more imposing as they ventured deeper into the city, the shadows growing longer and the air cooler as the sun began to dip below the horizon.

Alex led them to a sleek, black sports car parked in a nearby alley, the gleaming chrome bumper reflecting the last vestiges of the day’s light. He opened the door for Scott, who slid into the plush leather seat with a sense of excitement and trepidation. The scent of the car’s interior was faintly masculine, a mix of leather and something else that was uniquely Alex.

The engine roared to life, and they peeled out onto the street, the cityscape blurring around them. Scott gripped the door handle, his heart racing as they sped through the city streets. Alex navigated the traffic with an ease that was almost predatory, his eyes flicking to the mirrors and then back to the road with a confidence that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

They arrived at a high-rise building, the glass reflecting the last remnants of the sun’s glow. Alex led Scott inside and into an elevator that whispered upwards, the numbers on the display ascending in a dizzying rush. The doors slid open to reveal a penthouse apartment, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city below, lights twinkling like stars scattered across the urban sprawl.

The living room was sparsely furnished but tasteful, with abstract art adorning the walls and sleek, modern pieces scattered about. It was clear that Alex had a penchant for the finer things in life, yet there was something unsettling about the stark emptiness of the space. It felt more like a showroom than a home.

As Scott took in the view, Alex disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air, and Scott’s heart began to thud in his chest. What was he doing here? He barely knew this guy. But the excitement was palpable, a thrill that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

When Alex emerged, he was completely naked. The sight was like a punch to Scott’s gut. He had the body of a Greek god, every muscle defined and sculpted, his skin a canvas of ink that told a story of adventure and rebellion. Alex moved with the same grace that had captured Scott’s attention in the café, his confidence unwavering as he approached.

“Don’t worry,” Alex murmured, reaching out to trace the line of Scott’s jaw with a gentle thumb. “We can take this as slow as you like.”

Scott’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. “But I’m not gay,” he managed to say, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Alex’s smile was knowing. “Soon you will be,” he repeated, his voice low and soothing, as if speaking to a wild animal he was trying to tame. He stepped closer, his hand moving to the hem of Scott’s t-shirt. “Or at least, you’ll be ready to explore.”

Scott felt the fabric of his shirt being lifted, exposing his stomach. His body was a riot of sensations—excitement, fear, curiosity—and he couldn’t help but lean into Alex’s touch. Alex’s hands were surprisingly gentle as they slid the shirt up and over Scott’s head, revealing his torso to the cool air of the penthouse. Alex’s eyes roamed over his body, taking in the sight with an appreciation that made Scott’s skin burn. He felt more exposed than he had ever felt before, and yet, there was something thrilling about it.

Next, Alex undid Scott’s belt and jeans, the zipper whispering as it was pulled down. The pants slid off his hips, pooling around his ankles, leaving him in only his boxers. Scott stepped out of them, feeling the plush carpet beneath his bare feet. He watched Alex’s expression as the man took in his body, the hunger in his gaze unmistakable.

Alex’s fingertips brushed against the waistband of Scott’s boxers, and Scott felt his breath hitch. He knew what was coming next, and his body responded despite the tumult of his thoughts. The boxers followed the rest of his clothes, leaving him completely bare before the man. Alex’s eyes raked over him, and Scott felt a strange thrill at being so thoroughly exposed and desired.

Alex’s movements were deliberate as he took off Scott’s boxers, his touch light yet firm, sending shivers of anticipation through Scott’s body. His eyes never left Scott’s, and the intensity of his gaze was like a brand, searing through any remaining resistance. The fabric slid down, revealing his hardened length, and Scott couldn’t help but gasp as cool air met his most sensitive skin.

Without a word, Alex stepped closer, his 8-inch cock standing proudly erect, a testament to his desire. He reached out, wrapping a hand around Scott’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Scott’s body responded instinctively, his own arousal growing as Alex’s tongue danced with his, exploring the contours of his mouth with a skill that seemed almost otherworldly.

Alex guided Scott to the couch, their bodies entwined, the leather cool and smooth against Scott’s heated skin. With a gentle push, Alex had him bent over the armrest, his hands gripping the cushions as Alex positioned himself behind him. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious tension that coiled in Scott’s stomach like a tight spring. He could feel the tip of Alex’s cock, slick with precum, pressing against his entrance, and despite his earlier protests, his body was eager, willing to submit to this new experience.

With a single, powerful thrust, Alex entered him, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Scott gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as Alex’s cock filled him completely, stretching him in ways he had never imagined. The pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly giving way to a deep, pulsing pleasure that resonated through every nerve in his body. Alex began to move, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisite, his hips slapping against Scott’s ass with a wet, satisfying sound.

Scott could feel his body adjusting to the intrusion, his muscles relaxing, making way for Alex’s relentless advances. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper within him, awakening something primal and raw, something that had lain dormant until this moment. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with Scott’s stifled moans and Alex’s low, guttural grunts.

Alex’s hand slid down Scott’s back, his fingers digging into the flesh of his hips, guiding the rhythm of their union. The sensation was like nothing Scott had ever felt—his body stretched and filled, his mind racing with a mix of shock and desire. He could feel the tension building within him, a coil of heat that grew tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust.

Alex’s grip on Scott’s hips tightened, his movements growing more urgent. The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, more desperate, as if the very air around them was charged with the electricity of their passion. Scott’s own moans grew in volume, echoing off the high ceilings of the penthouse, mingling with the sound of their labored breathing.

Alex’s strokes grew quicker, more punishing, and Scott could feel the tension coiling within him like a spring about to snap. The pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, and yet he craved more, pushing back against Alex’s hips, begging for deeper, harder. Alex responded, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breaths coming in sharp pants.

Suddenly, with a final, powerful surge, Alex came, his cock pulsing within Scott, filling him with warmth. The orgasm was unlike any Scott had ever experienced, a white-hot explosion of sensation that left him trembling and gasping for air. Alex’s grip on him tightened, his body shuddering as he emptied himself completely, the sound of their mingled pleasure echoing through the cavernous apartment.

And yet, as Scott pushed himself up from the couch, his body slick with sweat and Alex’s cum, there was no evidence of their recent coupling. The seed of their passion seemed to have been absorbed by his skin, leaving no trace of the intense encounter that had just taken place. He looked down, half-expecting to see himself covered in evidence of their lust, but his skin was clean, almost gleaming in the soft light that spilled through the windows.

Alex, seemingly unfazed by their encounter, walked over to a wall panel and slid it open. He pulled out a large, full-length mirror that was framed in gleaming chrome. He positioned it carefully in front of Scott, so that Scott could see himself from every angle. The mirror reflected not just his naked body, but also the room behind him, casting a ghostly image of the couch and the abstract art on the walls.

As Scott stared at his reflection, his features began to change. His nose grew a touch straighter, his jaw more defined. His cheekbones sharpened, giving him an almost otherworldly beauty. The stubble on his jawline retreated, his skin becoming smoother and more flawless with each passing second. His eyebrows thinned and arched, framing his eyes which grew larger, their color deepening to a vivid shade of green that seemed to glow with a newfound intensity. His body hair disappeared, leaving him completely bare except for the patch of hair above his cock, which grew darker and thicker.

He felt his neck thicken and his shoulders broaden, the muscles there swelling with newfound power. His chest expanded, the planes of his abs and pecs becoming more pronounced, each muscle standing out in stark relief as if sculpted by an unseen hand. His traps grew, stretching the skin over his shoulders, and his biceps bulged as if he had been lifting weights for years.

Scott’s eyes widened in the mirror as he watched the transformation unfold before him. His spine stretched, the vertebrae popping and cracking as it reformed, pushing his chest out and arching his back. The muscles in his back grew thick and powerful, rippling under his skin like a landscape of rolling hills. His ass grew round and firm, the cheeks plump and inviting, his legs growing longer and more muscular to support the new weight. His thighs bulged with power, the muscles there so defined that every step he took made them flex and quiver.

But the most dramatic change was in his cock. It grew, swelling before his eyes until it was a full 10 inches of rock-hard flesh, standing tall and proud from his body. The shaft thickened, veins pulsing and throbbing along its length, and the head grew large and plump, the tip a fiery red that seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. It was a cock that could make any man envious, a symbol of virility and power that seemed to demand attention.

Scott’s skin, which had been a patchwork of freckles and moles, smoothed out into a uniform golden tan, as if kissed by the sun. Every blemish and spot, every imperfection, disappeared, leaving in its wake a flawless canvas that seemed to glow with a newfound vitality. He ran his hand over his chest, marveling at the change, the skin now softer than it had ever been, like velvet under his fingertips. The tan was all-encompassing, extending over his shoulders and down his back, his arms and legs, until every inch of him was bathed in its warm embrace.

The muscles in his legs grew and bulged, the power in them undeniable. His calves swelled, each one becoming a taut knot of power, the fibers standing out in stark relief as he flexed. His thighs grew, the muscles there thick and defined, each step he took now a testament to his newfound strength. His quads ballooned, stretching the skin until it was tight and taut, each movement sending ripples along their length. His hamstrings grew long and lean, a perfect counterpoint to the bulging biceps that now adorned his arms.

Alex stepped back, his own cock now fully erect again, watching the transformation with a hunger that was unmistakable. His hand reached out, caressing the new contours of Scott’s body, tracing the lines of muscle that had appeared as if by magic. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

But as Scott stared at his reflection, the reality of what was happening set in, and the room began to spin. The changes were too much, too fast, and his legs buckled beneath him. He felt himself falling, the world going dark around the edges, and the last thing he heard was the sound of the mirror clattering to the floor before everything went black.

When he woke up, his body had settled into the new form, the shock of the transformation giving way to a strange sense of rightness. He sat up, his new muscles protesting the sudden movement, and looked around the room. Alex was nowhere to be seen, and the mirror lay shattered on the floor, reflecting jagged slivers of the room.

Scott swung his legs over the side of the couch, the leather sticking slightly to his skin. He pushed himself to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, his new physique moving with surprising ease. He took a shower, the water cascading over his sculpted body, the sensation of the droplets on his skin sending a shiver down his spine. He marveled at the changes in the mirror, his reflection a stranger yet eerily familiar.

Once clean, Scott padded back into the bedroom, the cold tile of the floor giving way to the plushness of the rug beneath his feet. He approached Alex’s walk-in closet with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The scent of leather and cologne filled the air, and he felt a thrill as he pushed the doors open, revealing a sea of designer clothes. His eyes fell on a simple black tank top that hugged the contours of his new chest, and a pair of skin-tight leather pants that looked like they would show off his now-impressive assets. He slid the tank top over his head, the fabric clinging to his torso like a second skin, showcasing the new muscles that rippled with every movement.

The leather pants were a tight fit, but once on, they hugged him like a glove, emphasizing the powerful muscles of his thighs and the roundness of his firm ass. He stepped into a pair of black boots that came up to his knees, the leather feeling like a second skin, and laced them up tightly. Looking in the mirror, he barely recognized the man staring back at him—his reflection was that of a sex god, a creature of pure desire and power. He felt a thrill of excitement run through him as he flexed his new biceps and watched the play of shadows across his abs.

The streets outside were alive with the vibrant pulse of the city, but Scott’s eyes were now drawn to the men that passed by, their bodies a feast for his eyes. He felt a strange hunger, one that was both primal and new, as he took in the sights of the male form. Each one was a potential conquest, a chance to explore the boundaries of his newfound sexuality.

As he stepped out of the apartment building, the cool evening air caressed his bare skin, sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. He’d never felt so alive, so in tune with his own desires. The man he’d left behind—his old self—felt like a distant memory, replaced by this creature of passion and power.

He approached the first bar that caught his eye, the neon lights casting an erotic glow over the throngs of people. As he walked in, the conversations around him hushed, heads turning to watch him pass. He felt a thrill of power as he saw the hunger in their eyes. But it was a particular man at the bar that caught his attention—tall, with a lean, muscular frame and a head of messy blond hair. And when he opened his mouth to order a drink, the deep, rolling Australian accent that emerged from his lips was as unexpected as the transformation that had taken him over.

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