hyphyphurray:Marcus had been my rival on the chess team for years. It seemed like anytime there was
hyphyphurray:Marcus had been my rival on the chess team for years. It seemed like anytime there was a regional competition, it always came down to a match between the two of us. He was like an evil twin. Nobody outside of the chess world even knew we existed of course, being two ugly nerds, but every time I played him, it felt like an epic battle between hero and nemesis. Finally, one day, we had both had enough. One match, he said, to settle it once and for all. How could I refuse? I met him after school at his place. He was already setting up a board on the floor, squatting in a pair of too tight shorts on his heavy body, suspenders straining. Whereas I weighed about ten pounds soaking wet, Marcus clearly had never met a Twinkie he didn’t like. “Zachary,” he sneered, in his whiny voice. “Marcus,” I nodded, gritting my teeth. Soon the board was set. “But first,” he said. “You agree that this is it? At the end of the game, it’ll be clear just who deserves to be on the team, and who doesn’t? Loser never plays chess competitively again.” I couldn’t wait until I’d never have to see his pudgy face glaring at me on the other side of a table again. “Deal,” I said. Marcus grinned. The game began. I made a couple big moves at the beginning, a bit risky, more aggressive than I usually played. It was intense. I didn’t even look up from the board. I realized that I’d been clenching my teeth. Even my shirt felt tight. I unbuttoned the top button. Just when I thought I had Marcus a little off-kilter, he took a knight I wasn’t expecting. I felt a sudden pain in my legs. A leg cramp from sitting on the floor? I looked down at my legs and my jaw dropped. Gone were the scrawny, hairless chicken legs I was used to. Instead, quads! Calves! Hair! I looked like I had the legs of a soccer player. I winced as I felt a sharp, sudden pain in my head. “What the-?” I said. I looked at Marcus, the first time all game, I realized. But, he looked… different. His suspenders were gone, and instead, he was wearing a t-shirt. And the way it hugged his chest- had he lost weight? And where were his glasses? “Oh, you realized,” Marcus said. “When I said we were playing to settle this once and for all, I meant it.” “What do you mean?” I growled. “Every piece you lose turns you more into a dumb jock,” he said, smiling. “When I beat you, you’ll be nothing more than a drooling gym rat.”My head spun. That asshole! And yet, it clearly had to be true- he was looking more and more fit by the second, and my legs! Well, that was it then, I had to win. I dragged a bishop over and plunked it down.“Just as I thought,” Marcus cackled. “Sure, I let you pick off some of smaller pieces, so you’d get cocky. But now it’s time to take you down a peg or two!” And with a quick move of his arm, he took my castle. Fuck! I doubled over in pain as my stomach clenched. And suddenly, abs, popping out in a four-pack… six-pack! I grabbed my head as another sharp pain hit. I felt… foggy. Like I’d chugged a bottle of cold medicine. Fuck. And my shorts… when had they gotten all shiny? Was I… was I wearing gym shorts? “Fuck you!” I snarled. Marcus laughed. “And now it’s just gonna get easier and easier, the dumber you get!” The game continued, and I tried to stick to the basics. I started playing simpler, more conservative. But it felt like I kept making stupid mistakes. My shoes morphed on my now larger feet into a pair of gym shoes. My shirt evaporated, leaving my new chest on display. Still, I had taken down some of Marcus’ pieces too, and he was looking more and more jock-like as well, with a matching pair of sneakers, and shorts. He actually looked… hot? My dick grew a little harder in my shorts. Fuck. Even my dick had changed. “Just a couple moves and you’ll be too dumb to play!” Marcus chuckled, his voice deeper than I remembered. My head hurt. If only I could focus. I stared at the board. I couldn’t lose my smarts! I couldn’t end up just another idiot gym bunny who could only count as high as he could lift! But then- his queen! There’s no way Marcus could have left that open without realizing it, right? I mean, it was like, a really important piece, right? Last chance! I picked up a piece and dragged it across the board, taking out his queen. The effect was unreal to watch. Marcus’ whole body began to contort, legs getting more toned and growing dark brown hairs, shoulders rounding. He had to be four or five inches taller. He grinned what looked like a typical dumb jock grin. My erection strained against my gym shorts. “You idiot!” he laughed. “You fell for it! Now I just gotta move one piece, and…” He trailed off. “It was a trap,” he said. “I give up my… what’s this one called again?”Marcus held up the queen I had just taken.“And then, all I gotta do is… move one piece, and I win…. but, like…”He stared at the board. “Fuck,” he said. “I don’t… I can’t remember…” “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too stupid to even remember how to play! Can’t win now!”He stared at the board, went to pick up one of his pieces, but stopped. “Go ahead,” I dared him. “Move that one.” His hand hovered over a couple and stopped. “Can’t do it!” I grinned. “You’re just some dumb sexy jock boy.” He froze, and stared at me. Fuck, that dumb look on his face was hot. “Yeah, well, you’re basically just some hot dumb asshole too, bro.” Did he… did he just say I was hot? My now bigger dick twitched. “Smarter than you,” I said. “Probably all you can think about is working out, and like, sex, and stuff. Make a move so I can end this, and you can go back to basketball practice or something.”The new jocked-out Marcus looked at the board. “I…” he started. “I…. Fuck it.” He picked up a random piece and moved it forward a space. And suddenly, I realized I didn’t even know if he could move that one like that. My brain felt full of cotton. My biceps swelled a little more. My delts! Oh man, my traps! Fuck, bro. “Fuck that’s hot,” Marcus said, grinning at me. We both looked at the board. “So… who the fuck won?” I asked. Marcus stared at me like a dog eyeing a steak. “Who the fuck cares, bro? It’s just, like… some stupid game.” I stared back at him, my eyes tracing his arms, his chest, down his treasure trail to his shiny blue gym shorts, then back to his intense stare. “Fuck,” I whispered. We stared, frozen for a few seconds. And then we leapt over the board at each other, groping each others’ hard body, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. “Fuck bro!” he said, his hand thrusting down my shorts and onto my raging hard on. The board and pieces lay scattered on the floor. I moaned as Marcus’ hand pumped my cock. I pinched his nipple, earning a matching groan from him. Marcus wasn’t my rival at chess anymore, alright. We started fucking right there on the floor, flipping the other over, grinding, breaking apart, pinning the other, fucking again…Now the only place he was going to be my competition was in the bedroom. Such a good one. Would love to RP based on this idea! -- source link