Calum's Perfect Fit

[6 word request: Calum bodybuilder absorbed then underwear tf'd]

Calum Von Moger hopped onto the large rock and flexed his huge biceps, turning back and forth so the entire beach could see. He felt massive as the sun warmed his tan skin. Thank god he had a photographer there to capture this.

“Perfect,” Danny, the balding little photographer, said as he snapped some shots. “You look like the god of the sun or something!”

“Apollo,” Calum said, planting a foot before he flexed his thick quads. “And I sure do, don’t I?”

After a few more shots, Danny beckoned Calum down off the rock for some water. The little photographer only came up to the bottom of Calum’s pecs, eye-level with his nipples, and he couldn’t help but feel that the little guy was staring straight into his chest every time they spoke. He felt like saying, “My eyes are up here, little man,” but decided to allow the photographer to fixate on his superbly crafted chest muscles all he wanted as long as he kept capturing these amazing shots on camera.

“Now, let’s lose the board shorts,” Danny said as he knelt down to adjust his equipment. “They’re covering up too much of those primo quads!”

Calum liked that--”primo quads”--and the flattery certainly made it easier for him to decide to shed a layer of clothing. Luckily, he was wearing a nice pair of boxer-briefs underneath. He yanked the lace on his shorts and let them slide down his huge legs. Danny’s eyes popped open at the sight.

“That’s perfect!” he said, rushing to get his camera ready. He was up on his pudgy little legs in an instant, snapping photos as Calum started hitting poses: a side chest pose where his pec shelf felt broad enough to support a full margarita glass, then a rear lat spread that made Calum feel four feet wide.

“This all showing up good on film?” Calum said, hoping his body looked as incredible in the photos as it did in real life. This shoot alone would be an incredible boost for his career.

“Looking great, Calum!” Danny said. “I was thinking maybe we oil you up next? Get a few shots looking extra glossy? Would really make that musculature pop!”

Calum paused. Nothing in the contract said anything about oil in these photos. Then again, he was already there. The others on the beach had drifted elsewhere, leaving them alone on that stretch of sand. Maybe he could negotiate extra money for cooperating.

As Danny produced the bottle of oil, Calum extended his hands to receive a few dollops. He was shocked when Danny squeezed a large amount of it into his own hands and went to work on Calum himself, massaging the thick, shimmery lotion into Calum’s thick thighs before sliding downward to work it into his calves.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Danny said as he rose again to slather Calum’s abs, his fingers digging between each cobbled abdominal muscle. “I just figured it was easier for me to do this myself.”

Calum exhaled as Danny’s fat fingers kneading his pecs. His eyes went wide as Danny tweaked both of his nipples! “Okay, okay,” Calum said, throwing up his hands and shoving the photographer back. “Go easy on the merchandise,” he warned.

Danny seemed shocked, but his gaping mouth formed into a smile a moment later. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he said, “No worries, Calum, you’re looking phenonomenal enough, exactly as you are. And don’t worry, we’ll work extra bonuses into your pay for being so cooperative!”

As Danny directed him, Calum squatted down with his hands behind his head, quads and triceps splayed out in all their glorious width. As a few photos snapped, Calum started to feel a little dizzy. “Wait, wait,” he said, breaking his pose. “Can I get some… water or something?” He stood up and Danny put a reassuring hand on his lower back, handing him a plastic bottle.

“Drink up, big fella. You’re looking perfect.” Danny’s eyes were all over Calum’s body now--blatantly ogling his significant bulge, his round glutes, and his powerful torso. He felt almost as violated as when Danny was groping his chest.

“Maybe if I just take a break,” Calum said.

“No time for breaks,” Danny said. “The light’s just perfect and won’t last. C’mon, big man, show me what all those muscles can do!”

Calum tried to fight past his fatigue, standing upright and placing his fists at his hips. He thrust out his chest like a super hero.

He was surprised to see Danny holding a different camera. This one was navy blue and had a strange green lamp above it--why would Danny need extra lighting in the afternoon sun?

“Hold that pose, let me capture all that muscle,” Danny said, and Calum felt a tingling all over his powerful form. He felt his arms starting to tremble, his legs wobbling, but he struggled to stay still. “Keep it up, big man, almost done…”

Calum’s composure was lost when his boxer briefs fell down.

He stumbled a bit, his legs tangled in his underwear, but quickly snatched them with one hand, using the other to cover his junk; the last thing he wanted Danny getting was an obscene shot of his dick for his spankbank (or worse, for sale on the internet). He was shocked when he pulled his undies back up and found the waistband hanging far too wide around him.

“What the--” he said, his vision going blurry suddenly. That was when he noticed his hands. He looked like he’d just dropped forty pounds! He raised slender fingers and wiggled them to be sure they were his. Then he looked up his arms, seeming them slowly shedding their size. The thick veins started to retreat as the rippling muscles seemed to evaporate.

“This--this isn’t… possible,” Calum said, feeling so exhausted he could barely form words. As he looked down he watched his pecs deflate to from bulging bodybuilder to average athlete. He grabbed on to them as if he could maintain their size with his grip, but they just flattened out. He was shocked to find his body had dwindled down to that of a skinny man--a physique he’d never had, even when he was younger!

“Very nice,” said Danny in a much deeper voice. Calum backed away as he saw the photographer approaching him was now a good head taller than him. His feet tangled in his fallen underwear caused the former bodybuilder to stumble backward, landing ass-first in the sand.

Calum wasn’t the only one who had changed! Danny’s formerly baggy button-down and khakis were now filled to capacity. Danny had somehow sprouted large muscles that threatened to burst through the fabric with every movement. Danny extended a hand to help Calum up from the sand, shocking the Aussie as the hand that gripped his was nearly twice the size of his own.

“What… what happened?” Calum said in a much softer voice as Danny easily pulled him from the sand as if he weighed nothing.

“Those boxer briefs won’t work, and I’m not photographing you nude,” the now well-built man said, patting down his won newfound muscle with a smirk. “Try this.” Danny tossed him a silky g-string, which Calum stared at, astonished. It was so small, so skimpy--but for some reason, he slid it up his slender legs and found that it fit perfectly.

Calum was most surprised to find that, while the rest of his body had shrunk down to this skinny, bony physique, his ass had remained somewhat large, giving him a pronounced bubble butt on his otherwise scrawny frame. He looked around the beach in a panic, worried someone might see him looking like some twinky little guy.

“Looking good!” Danny boomed, snapping more shots. “Looking real good, little man,” he said. Calum balked at how the photographer referred to him, but as he looked back, he saw that Danny’s arms had hulked out of his sleeves, his legs threatening to do the same to his pants. Danny was ENORMOUS now--as big as Calum had been before, and then some.

“You can’t… you can’t leave me like this,” Calum said as he turned, placing a hand on his massive rump and arching his back as Danny snapped more photos. Something within was making him so submissive. It just felt right, to do as he was told, especially since Danny was the bigger, stronger man now. Deep down, he was screaming--he wanted to leap forward, punch Danny in the gut and take his muscles back, but his body just wouldn’t cooperate. He just wanted to look cute and sexy in his skimpy underwear.

“Oh, I don’t plan on it,” Danny said. “See that underwear you’re wearing? Used to be my last model.”

Calum looked down at the silky garment, running his fingers along it. Was that possible? Could Danny have turned a man into underwear the way he’d transformed Calum?

“But you, big Calum Von Moger, you’re going to be something way better,” Danny said as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a wide, rippling bodybuilder’s physique underneath.

Calum’s heart pounded in his ears as his vision started to blur. He stumbled on the sand before falling backwards. Any strength left in his body was gone, and he felt helpless as Danny loomed over him, hands on his fists, chest thrown out, the same pose Calum had been in the last moment he’d been a powerful man.

“You’re going to be MY underwear, and I’m not gonna wear something girlie like that,” he said. Calum looked down at his body and watched it seeming to collapse, losing all dimension as if he were a stuck inflatable. His mouth felt dry, like it was stuffed with cotton. He tried to move, even to wiggle a finger, but it was impossible. His body just melted flat, then shrank down. His vision was somewhat obscured, like he was staring out through gauze, but he could still see Danny above him. The man looked gigantic, like a building, but Calum realized it was he, rather, who had shrunk.

From below, Calum watched the massive man strip his powerful body, shocked at the big cock that burst forth and swung between his muscular legs. Danny reached down and plucked Calum from the ground, stretching him between his hands before lifting him to his face and smelling him deeply.

“Oooh, you smell good, little boxer briefs,” Danny said, suddenly revealing to Calum what he had become. Every sensation, every touch, every stretch, sent an explosion of pleasure to Calum’s overwhelmed mind.

“No… no… I’m not… underwear…” Calum struggled to maintain his mind as other impulses asserted themselves. But when Danny dropped his titanic feet into each of Calum’s leg holes and dragged him up his thick legs, Calum felt himself losing the battle.

When Danny’s huge cock and balls calm to settle where Calum’s brain used to be, the former bodybuilder felt his will drain away.

“Must… support junk… hug muscle… keep warm… drink sweat… good boxers… I’m… good boxers…”

Calum was gone, lost in his new role, and Danny, now an incredibly muscular bodybuilder, hoisted his photography equipment over his shoulder with ease and strutted off the beach toward a brand new life. Now, he would be the one in front of the camera. “All thanks to you,” Danny said, rubbing a meaty paw along his new favorite pair of underwear.

“Good… boxers… sweaty… boxers…” was all Calum could think.