Best Attribute

Max was giddy as he climbed into his car. He gargled with some Scope he had on the passenger seat first, spat it out the window, then turned on his interior lights and took a look at himself. The face that stare back looked entirely unfamiliar.

“Swallow the essence of another man,” the old weirdo at the antique shoppe had read from the label on the dusty old bottle, “and you shall gain his most desirable trait.”

After an two hours at the glory hole, Max was fascinated that the face that stared back at him was wholly unfamiliar. He winked into his rearview mirror, puffed out his cheeks, then ran his fingers along his jawline, enamored with the idea that this beautiful young man in the mirror was actually HIM.

It wasn’t that Max had been all that unattractive before; he’d never been unhappy with his looks, but after gulping down the strange contents of the bottle (and then having a one-night-stand with the blue-eyed college kid from the bar) he found his deep, brooding brown eyes were now a sparkling icy blue, exactly as the college kid–Grant? Garret? The fuck was his name again?--had flashed across the bar that had drawn Max in.

Giddy with excitement, his next move had been on his horny neighbor, Martin, who was a pudgy older guy who had an impressive cock that usually jostled freely in his boxers when he made his morning walks past Max’s door to grab the mail.

Giddy with possibility, the visit to the glory hole had been a way to snatch up a bevy of attractive qualities all at once. The surprise factor was the most exciting part. He ran his hand through the long, luxurious blonde hair cascading from his normally shaved-bald head. He gently rubbed his prominent cheekbones with his thumb and forefinger, then grinned with a pair of flawlessly set, brilliantly white teeth.

Despite the fact that nearly his entire face was different, he was crestfallen as he explored the rest of his body to find that he hadn’t gained a single quality elsewhere. His dick actually looked smaller than before, a confusing realization until he realized that whatever magic facilitated the transfer didn’t necessarily factor in that the quality from the blowee wasn’t necessarily better than the quality of Max’s it was replacing.

“So the guy’s dick was his #1 feature,” he said aloud as he fiddled with the new, unfamiliar manhood in his boxers, “but it wasn’t necessarily bigger than Martin’s.” Maybe he could swing back over to Martin’s to get that big healthy dick again, he wondered… or maybe, now that he had romance novel good-looks, he could find an even hotter guy with an even bigger dick.

His next move was a ballsy one, he reflected as he pulled his car into a parking spot behind the SIlver Star, where his ex=boyfriend Jacob was bartending that night. “I’m practically a new man,” he said to his cover model face in the rearview mirror before hopping out of the car and stridiing confidently past the bouncer (who seemed a bit starry-eyed when Max winked at hime).

Sure enough, Jacob seemed bored and restless behind the bar as a half-dozen regulars glumly sipped there drinks while a small cadre of bachelorettes danced by themselves in a circle on the dancefloor.

“Seven and–” Max began, but he froze as he realized he was pretending to be a new person and thus should avoid his usual order. “Scotch neat,” he said. As Jacob poured, his eyes seemed fixated on Max. Did he suspect his identity?

“Flying solo tonight?” Jacob shouted over the dance remix blaring to the mostly dead club.

“Yeah, looking to get into some trouble,” Max said, winking back. He’d never winked with his old face; Jacob told him it made him look like a creep. But a smile started to creep over Jacob’s face now, so the new face must have been working.

“Probably won’t find any here,” Jacob said. He thumbed at the dance floor, where the bride-to-be and her maid-of-honor had gotten into a shoving match. “Tuesday nights usually aren’t that exciting.”

Max could tell by the glint in Jacob’s eye–the glint he’d first seen the night he met Jacob, but hadn’t seen in years–that his ex- was taken with him (and had no idea who he was!). Max ran his fingers around the rim of his glass and waited for his moment to make a move.

His heart sank as a massive man, nearly 6’5” tall, strutted into the bar. The swarthy man wore only a leather vest and tight jeans, both revealing a tight, muscular body. He sat at the opposite end of the bar from Max, whose heart sank when Jacob rushed over to take his order and never returned.

After half an hour, Jacob hadn’t left the giant muscular man’s side. Max slipped a twenty under his glass and headed out. Jacob didn’t even nod in his direction as he left.

The plan had been to get Jacob–Mr. “I-Wouldn’t-Let-You-Fuck-Me-With-Somebody- Else’s-Dick”-- to go to bed with him. Then, after he quite literally fucked him with somebody else’s dick, Max would make the proclamation that the beautiful stranger who had just bent Jacob over was actually the ex- he swore he’d never talk to again. Maybe before the revelation he could suck Jacob’s dick and gain HIS best quality–which was, without a doubt, the massive ass that years of playing hockey plus amazing genetics had built.

The problem was, Jacob was a sucker for muscles. “No biggie,” Max said to his new face. “He likes muscles? We can get muscles.”

He pulled into the only 24-hour gym in town. The evening crowd was filtering out, but there were a few bulky gentlemen whose physiques Max would be more than happy to acquire. The most ideal choice was a short, powerfully built man wearing spandex. He was no taller than Max’s 5’6” but seemed to be twice as wide, his frame packed with rippling, bulging beef. Max especially liked the way his head looked pressed into his insanely thick shoulders, completely eliminating his neck. Through his spandex Max could see that he only had a little nub of a cock, plus his face was squat and piggish. No doubt, when the magic kicked in, this guy’s muscles would be the “most desirable trait” transferred over.

Max waited until the hulk had gone into the showers to join the stall next to his. His dropped his soap and when the thick paw reached under to hand it back, Max sensually caressed the thick fingers, lathering up suds before he grabbed it back. He waited until the hulk was toweling off to exit his own shower, making sure to swing his big dick a bit before drying it. As he kneaded at his balls with his towel, he made eye-contact with the hulk and winked.

“You’re pretty big,” Max commented, full of confidence now that he had a face that could stop traffic.

The hulk blushed. “Thanks,” he said.

“I bet your body’s hard as a rock,” Max said, taking a step forward. The hulk’s was starting to redden all over.

“Uh, yeah, kinda…”

“Why you so shy?” Max asked as he approached. The hulk looked around.

“I, uh… I’ve never really, uh…”

Max held up a single finger to the hulk’s mouth. “No worries, big man. I’ll make this easy.” He tiptoed to the door and turned the deadbolt. The hulk was still frozen in place, his breathing shallow and ragged.

Max ran his hands down the protruding chest muscles, tickling along their underside as slapped his palm against the rock-hard abs. The hulk flexed them just before contact, which was loud as a thunderclap.

“Wow, look at this little guy,” Max said as the hulk let his towel fall to the floor. Max tickled the huge man’s little unit playfully before swallowing it all in his mouth, swirling the roid-shrunken balls around in his mouth. The dick sprouted to four-inches and Max slurped on it as the ridiculously built man moaned, his gargantuan thighs flexing and buckling as Max’s expert blow-job skills rocked the pour guy beyond anything he’d experienced before.

Reaching around the hulk’s titanic ass was difficult, even moreso when his fingers slipped in and the hulk’s glutes flexed tightly, sealing off his precious little hole, but Max kept suckling, tickling the big guy’s taint as he groaned like a farm animal and started bucking his hips.

Mere minutes passed before the big guy shot. Max swallowed greedily, giving the hulk a gentle shove back on the bench before he stood up to watch the transformation happen.

Max’s slim build blossomed with hard, veiny beef in an instant. His arms blew up, his legs swelling so much his feet slid apart. Max bellowed as he felt a rippling 8-pack form on his abdomen before his body thickened in every direction. The towel around his waist easily popped up and slid down around his mammoth calves. Max grimaced as the weight of his new body hit him. Then he took a step and felt the power of this new body. He clenched a fist and flexed a bicep, laughing as he saw his arm swell up bigger than a grapefruit.

“Check it out!” he said as he hit a pose like the musclemen in magazines did. “My arms are bigger than my head!”

“How the… how the fuck?!” the hulk said, confused. Max spun around and advanced on him, realizing he didn’t seem so big anymore in comparison. Despite their identical musculatures, Max clearly had a much bigger dick and a prettier face. It was easy to see who was superior between the two of them.

“Thanks for that tiny little load, little dick,” Max said, intoxicated by the feeling of his massive body bulging in every direction. He gave the hulk a shove, knocking the shocked man backwards off the bench, before snagging the bodybuilder’s gym bag. He snatched a pair of shorts and his shoes and was out the door before the bewildered man, still reeling in the throes of the best blow job of his life, could even react.

It was tough to squeeze into his car with his newfound size. Max moved the seat back but still found his huge pecs pressed against the wheel. “I wonder if I can suck a guy’s dick and get his car out of the deal somehow,” he mused with a chuckle. He would need all new clothes, of course. He would need a gym membership too. Imagine how much fun it would be getting to throw around all that weight like a pro. He didn’t even need to workout, either; if any part of him started to sag, he was one blown athlete away from having that flawless body again!

Who needed Jacob’s ass when he had a body that could flip a truck and the face of a movie star? He had a new goal: he was going to get Jacob nice and revved up, then turn him down. “That’s right,” Max chuckled as he groped his pecs, relishing their heft. “Gonna give you the bluest balls in the universe. And you can jerk off to my tank-squatting ass as I waddle away!”

The lights of the Silver Star went off just as Max pulled into the lot, but Jacob’s car was still there. Max groaned as he pried his massive body from the car, then grinned as he saw his beautiful, hulking physique in all its glory again. He cocked his head to the side and headed toward the building, but paused when he saw someone leave.

It was the big guy from before, the one who had captivated Jacob’s attention. From the sweat on his forehead and the bulge in his pants, Max theorized he’d left Jacob with a little more than a tip.

Max was still theorizing his opening lines with the smoldering stud when the taller man spoke: “Wow, you’re fucking huge,” he said, leering down at Max’s packed musclebod.

Max’s eyes lit up. Imagine, he thought to himself, if I was all that I am now but a foot TALLER! “I’m huge everywhere,” Max said, jostling the big unit in his stolen shorts.

It didn’t take much persuasion to get the big hunk behind Max’s car. Max didn’t even have to squat down much when he got his pants unzipped.

“No,” the big guy said, reaching for Max’s bulge. “Let me do you first,” he said, salivating.

But Max was obsessed with his goal. He latched onto the tall hunk’s cock like a lamprey, sucking as if his life depended on it. His cock was impressive, proportional to his towering frame, but Max had him beat by several inches in the cock department.

In no time, the taller man was moaning, pounding his fists against Max’s car as he got the best head of his life. Max knew he was a pro at sucking cock, and was incredibly impressed that after fucking around with Jacob, he had been able to go again so soon. The taller man’s balls tightened up in no time and he fired a load down Max’s throat. Max gulped it down greedily, excited to look down on the wall and duck to get through doorways.

As he stepped away, he felt something else happening, like an ice cream headache. His dick jerked as a lusty fog raised in his head. His skin felt incredibly sensitive. His thoughts were slow. He needed to cum–and needed to cum NOW.

The taller man dropped to his knees and sucked Max’s cock. His swollen muscles flexed as he panted and squealed. His cock seemed a thousand times more sensitive and he was rocked by a monsoon of sensations more intense than anything he’d ever felt. When it was over, he came what felt like a bucket into the man’s mouth. The taller man swallowed every bit of it.

“Why… why didn’t I get tall?” Max said, a fog settling in over his thoughts… permanently. Meanwhile, his horniness never subsided after he came. It crept back immediately, and grew in intensity. He couldn’t think of anything other than fucking again… and again. And again!

“Ha, looks like you’re just as dumb and horny as I am,” the swarthy man said, licking Max’s nipples, making the titanic man shiver. “You want to fuck me, then I’ll fuck you?”

Max couldn’t even remember why he’d come there that night. All he cared about was dropping a nut.

He could barely even remember his own name.