Rings Of Transfer

Leo was one of those people you were glad to see in pain. Not a lot of pain, just a general inconvenience, something to instill them some forsaken humility.

But contrary to everyone's enjoyment, he didn't get his punishment, he had rich parents that bought him a small apartment to live on his own. His job as a fitness instructor provided him with a sense of pride more than he needed money. His body was like master-sculpted marble and he liked to show it off, especially to others who weren't as endowed. On the topic of endowed, his penis was on the larger end, which did give him a self-imposed right to be a greater ass.

"C'mon you little fat sacks, three more." Leo urged his two trainees with their push up routine. He was under the belief that abuse finds purchase and turns into burning motivation.

Ethan collapsed on the floor, trembling and slick with sweat.

"Wastin' it. You're wasting your effort."

Ethan said nothing, saving his heaving breaths.

"Are you gonna quit like this piece of lard?" he turned to Sebastian.

The lad was doing an honest, valiant effort for his standards. "Just one, I am asking for one more," the jock demanded.

Tried as he might, Sebastian could not lift all the way up, stuck in the limbo of half a push-up, arms wobbling uncontrollably.

"Come ON you cupcake, show what you have" -his hands gave up, and he embraced the floor- "aaand it's nothing."

Leo walked over to the couch, pulling up his phone, "I should be charging you extra for my mental anguish."

Sebastian tilted his head to meet Ethan's gaze for the comfort of solidarity, but he was staring at the ceiling, laser-focusing his anger.

"Man, is that guy for real?" Ethan asked over lunch, a while after the session was over. They always gathered in Ethan's house with the fitness trainer, and usually the two men ate together afterwards.

"I really hope not, he always sounds pissed at someone," Sebastian answered, taking a bite. "And we didn't do him anything."

"The last sets we did planks and he insisted on demonstrating it too, without stopping when we did our breaks."

"I mean... impressive, but-"

"But he's just messing with us. Tryina make us feel bad for even resting. For not being as fit, or shredded as he is. He's just in it for putting us down."

Sebastian chewed in thought, "I dunno man, it seems you're really ticked off by the guy. Have you tried talking to him if he drives you that mad?"

Ethan shifted on his seat annoyed, "Aren't you fed up?"

"It could be just an attitude he uses, to motivate others."

"Are you feeling... MOTIVATED?" Ethan bellowed.

"...Well it's not really my style to be put down..."

"He's an ass outside of workout too, heard he leaked nudes from a girl he had sex."

"Man, that's heavy. But you can't be sure about rumours..."

"Want something certain? Last time we were at my house he raided my fridge. My beers and onion rings.

"Speaking of rings, I walked around last week, and must have looked really down, cause a lady tried to sell me some old crap, some metal rings."

"Metal rings?"

"She mumbled something like 'things come round and round'."

"What?"

"Yeah, no idea, she was pretty loose in the head."

"And why three?"

"Beats me. I must have looked so bad, she thought I deserved a premium offer."

He pointed at a piece of furniture near the door, "They're over there, if you want one, take it. I might wear the other two."

"Really? Thanks man."

Sebastian made his way there and took a good look at the accessories, surprised he didn't notice them before. Two were a nice shade of silver, while the other was a pearl white. He took a silver one, so that Ethan could choose either of the two colours.

"Looks fancy," Sebastian commented looking at his hand. "Hey, if you wear the silver one too it'll be like friendship rings."

"Ew, gay," Ethan snickered.

"Step it up you little fags," Leo shouted.

Ethan groaned again, legs killing him, lungs on fire, barely able to finish the last set.

"Ten more."

"You said those were the last ones," Ethan complained.

"And now I gave you ten more. Drop down and give them to me, unless you want to do fifteen."

Ethan grunted attempting the first, after which he felt a heel on his back.

"The hell," he exhaled in disbelief.

Sebastian saw an almost sadistic grin gracing the trainer's lips. "Why don't you do it with someone's foot on you back?" he asked the trainer.

"You're the one who's gotta do it, bitch," Leo retorted. "Want me to also fuck your girl for you? You need to earn the decency of standing up, you crawling maggot."

The man laid on the floor, pressed against it. "You fucking sergeant-wannabe-psycho," he said in a precious shallow breath.

"Wow, if you used half the effort of that insult, maybe you wouldn't be a fat ass loser."

Sebastian groaned, "Man, what's wrong with you? You don't have to be an ass all the time."

"Well being all sweet and dandy clearly doesn't work for you." Leo said in an annoying voice.

"We could always ask for another trainer," Ethan claimed calmly.

"Good luck, my dad's a CEO in this fitness firm." He strolled a bit in the apartment, casually.

"Hey, cool ring, mind if I borrow?" The jock slipped the white ring on. "Just noticed you fags wear the same rings," he remarked, checking how his hand looked.

Sebastian absent-mindedly twisted the ring on his finger, staring at the distance with intensity. Suddenly, he felt a peculiar itch and he stopped. It spread from his finger, down his forearm, through his chest and torso. The tingles flowed like dendrites, focusing on his bicep. He inspected it baffled, watching it twitch and flex involuntarily, every movement leaving it fuller than before. Soon it moved to his chest, a feeling like running short on breath, but then filling with oxygen. Sebastian inhaled and exhaled deeply, seeing his pecs rise with every breath, forming concrete shapes. The tingles flowed into his other arm, kneading it, nurturing it as well.

Ethan took notice of his friend testingly flexing his new figure, along with something else. Leo seemed to huff a bit, feeling a minor discomfort. He rubbed his triceps and seemed to pay no more mind. His shoulder blades shifted under the sleeveless top, rendering his stature more minute.

"Get going, I want to see your form," he said pointing to the weights.

The friends looked at each other, reading the situation, Sebastian discreetly twisted his ring, to show Ethan, and he understood the notion. Seb loaded the weights and started doing some lifts. It felt lighter than before, and it showed. Ethan copied the movement on the ring, and immediately felt the change. A deep pressure in his gut built up and bloomed, as abdominals surfaced. The fibrous sets creeped up, embellishing his core with power. Chunks of muscle pushed out, stretching his shirt, granting him a euphoric strength. At the same time, Leo lost some weight and height, his sleeveless shirt now hanging more off him. The guys smirked at one another.

"H-hey, what are you doing?"

Ethan loaded some more kilos, sitting on the bench, "What do you mean? Just doing some exercise. Looks like your way of training is finally paying off." He began quickly going though the set, in a blatantly improper manner.

"No, you're... No no no, you are doing it all wrong you meatball. Let me show you how it's done."

Ethan smiled broadly, "By all means," and stepped aside. As soon as Leo sat on the bench, he twisted the ring again. Leo's arms lifted and lowered the bar, pulsating and twitching. Muscle mass leaving his once massive arms, becoming thinner and much less defined. He soon began to shake, unable to support the same pace and weight. Sebastian rushed to grab the bar, stopping it from crushing down on the progressively weaker man, and shot a stern glance at Ethan.

"W-what are you doing you dick?"

Seb looked down at the man calling him out, in disbelief.

Was he so conceited he didn't realize he couldn't lift it?

"You just... seemed like you needed a little hand."

Leo huffed furious, "Need a hand." He struggled, veins in his red forehead pulsating. "NEED A FUCKING HAND." He finished the set puffing, not even having enough breath for a stupid insult.

Sebastian looked at Ethan critically, his eyes saying, '

He could've gotten hurt

'.

"Alright, alright, we are all a bit out of steam, so why don't we just do some curls?" Ethan suggested, grabbing a few dumbbells.

"Who's the trainer around here you fuck?" Leo asked. After a small pause he continued, "We are doing some curls."

Seb just glanced at Ethan, his eyes saying, '

You know what? He's had it coming

', and they both twisted their rings.

They all started lifting dumbbells, Leo probably out of shame of not being able to ace the previous set, feeling a burning need to come on top. To his dismay, even the few kilos in each hand felt too heavy. He was too taken aback to notice the growth of the others, or even the height difference.

The two men were beaming, pure strength flowing into them. Every rep pumped muscle into their growing arms, and from there it flowed to their whole body. Mass expanded and filled their forms, granting them a shirt-stretching enviable figure. Bones cracked and popped softly, making way for the growth spurts to get them taller and wider. Every blessing at them came to the detriment of Leo. His body shrank and became leaner, his defined muscles subsiding. Grunts became more frequent as he struggled to lift weights that were inconceivably easy before.

"Think he's gonna notice? Or is he too thick skulled?" Ethan asked with a newfound confidence.

"He doesn't look thick at all," Seb returned.

Finally Leo realized something was wrong, slowly taking in all the changes. "W-what? What is happening? What are you doing to me?"

The others had him between them, squeezing his twinky body with their broad chests. His sleeveless shirt was loose and almost draped off him, while their clothes were close to bursting. Ethan grabbed his straining top and ripped it with exaggerated pizzazz, unleashing his expanded muscles in full glory. Sebastian followed suit, and now Leo was trapped between two taller specimens of fitness, built like marble statues, and he was the unwilling sculptor.

"S-stop it you dicks."

Ethan smiled, flexing his bulging biceps, "Dicks, what an excellent suggestion."

Once again they rubbed their rings, this time the effect focused on their lower stomachs. Abs burned and rose like islands uncovered by the receding tide. Grooves between the muscles deepened giving greater definition, granting them an irresistible V framing to the crotch. Their cocks twitched, slowly slithering down their shorts, longer than they used to.

"Uuugh," Leo felt an odd pressure down there, giving way to a sensation like a vacuum. His groans sounded off. A bit higher than he used to.

"N-nooo!"

"Hey, I though you had plenty of cock to share with the ladies. Why not give your friends a helping hand?"

They slowly rubbed their large dicks as they thickened and grew, moving like menacing snakes, nearing their pray.

"Ooh yeah, that's the stuff," Sebastian moaned in a deeper voice.

Leo felt his balls and penis getting smaller, "Stop, stop it you assholes."

"Don't worry pretty-boy," Ethan said in a ground-shakingly deep and manly voice, his heavy cock and balls clearly visible through the fabric. "I'll fuck some pussy for you."

Leo wanted to hit them, shout, do whatever, but he couldn't. He looked and felt powerless between these newly minted muscle gods, grinding on him. Suddenly he connected the dots, between their behaviour and the rings, so he twisted his own.

It turned out to be a mistake.

Leo felt mass entering him, pulsing blobs of meat moved on the bodies of Ethan and Sebastian, seemingly leaving them. He felt the same mass travelling up and down his body, filling him with pride.

"Now you've done it, you cocksuckers. I'm going to leave you so... muscle-less, you'll find it hard to even breathe," he found his own words hilarious. His laugh froze as he saw them smiling, sensing something was wrong. The mass flowing away from the other men left their physique intact, further detailing their muscles. It was fat, and it travelled through his body, plumping his chest and legs.

"No, no, no, noo." His fearful shouts did little to stop the process he brought upon him. Blobs of fat rose up, depositing in his bust like budding breasts, puffing up his nipples.

"Hnnngh, shiit." Fat spread from his waist down his ass and legs. His hands pulled on the pulsating skin, unable to impede the flow. His ass expanded under the fingers, overflowing, quickly balanced by his widening thighs. The shorts tightened once again, not with hard quadriceps, but rather with succulent loins.

"Damn, not bad, not bad," Ethan commented. "He looks pretty damn juicy."

"Juicy!? Who are you calling-" Leo's voice trailed off as he glanced at their fat dicks, "-juicy..." Those cocks were testing the material's integrity, tenting the shorts, even showing a bit of their base.

"What's wrong boy? Can't speak up?"

Leo gulped, his hand rose up to keep them at a distance, but touching their forearms, he unconsciously started squeezing their firm arms.

"Yeah, grab those muscles you little bitch, see what you're missing out."

Leo kept rubbing their arms, not totally aware of what was happening inside of him. Without realizing it, he was flustered and breathing heavily.

"Although I suppose, we should thank you." Sebastian grabbed Leo's hand, pressing it against his rock hard abs. "You are the one who made us like this."

Leo's mouth parted, a bizarre sensation bubbling inside him. Like pride, but not confined to just his person. Rather, he felt pride in what he'd made, even unwillingly. Those stone slab muscles were his. They belonged to him, those men were 'wearing' them. And they looked amazing. He never paid much attention to other burly men, it gave him pangs of jealousy and inadequacy. Now, however, he stared with wonder. Admiring every single dimple and crevice of firm flesh. It was his own body after all, in a sense.

"Looks like he's enjoying it," Sebastian observed, nodding towards Leo's little rising cock. He blushed and pulled away.

"You jerks, stop it! You are messing with my head," his whining voice sounded almost cute. His hands tried to subdue the rebellious dick, to no avail.

"He's still a bit too macho to admit he gets turned on."

Ethan smiled, "In that case..." And they twisted their rings again.

"Nnn, nnoo, nyaaah." His genitals shrunk even more, squeezing into him, like a hand pulling on them from within. Coughs and pants sounded higher and higher in pitch, as his adam's apple dissolved into his thin neck. "Stop taking from meee~"

Sebastian turned around, "He's right you know." And he grabbed Leo's delicate hand, twisting the ring himself. Immediately, the femboy's ass grew again, ripping some seams, pushing against Sebastian's crotch. His little titties grew to an adorable A cup, a soft puffy chest with sensitive nipples scraping on Ethan's unshakeable pectorals. His new voice kept mewling and complaining incoherently. "You're still so fucking noisy," he said pushing his big fingers into Leo's babbling mouth. He kept going, even muffled, this new confinement creating an odd arousal. His little penis twitched hard, feeling a different kind of pressure in his balls. Now he was laid bare, stripped of muscle and masculinity, against the men who were taking it. This dominant nature they displayed shoved him over the edge.

"Nnnhoooo," He bawled as his tiny erect dick spurted out, soiling his shorts, before he dropped to his knees.

"Ok, now that got me all worked up."

Leo panted for a while, then raised his head to the sound of clothes rustling. His jaw dropped to the view of the two completely naked men. His mouth began salivating at the sight of the massive, veiny, throbbing dicks. Below them, swollen, testicles hanged like ripe fruit, rising and lowering teasingly, ready for picking.

"She looks pretty adorable with those doe eyes."

"I'm not adora-" he inhaled sharply as the fat meat nearly touched his face. It was so thick, and... manly. Engorged veins wrestled around the member, like vines on a trunk. The smell filled Leo's nostrils like cement, pungent and potent.

"Go on, touch it princess. Or you want me to... 'twist' the knife?" Ethan chuckled gripping the femboy's hand.

"Alright, alright," he said with a sigh of defeat. Ethan guided the delicate hand on his pulsating monster. Slowly and testingly, the kneeling femboy began to jerk him off.

At first, Leo tried to avert his eyes, keep the cocks in his periphery, but he grew more and more fascinated with these gorgeous rods. The way the skin pulled, the firmness, the twitches, the occasional grunts from the men above him. He wouldn't hear the moans of dudes when he watched porn, but now those sounds were at the forefront. That and the squelching sounds of those foreskins pulling back, and then front again, mixing up those beads of precum, like beating eggs, making baby batter. He unconsciously licked his lips.

"Looks like she is getting into it."

Leo was getting more and more light-headed, "Hah, huh? What? I'm just getting tired from pumping your stupid fat cocks you... dicks." His twiggy arms were getting more erratic in their movements.

"Well if that's the case, how about you use your mouth?"

"HmmffMM!"

He shouted, but his scream was muffled by several inches of monster cock. The hips moved against his face, bumping it softly, and fucking it thoroughly. Leo tried to focus on breathing, as his tired arms had no strength to push Ethan away. Sebastian left the room for a bit, leaving them both to it. Wet sloppy sounds and pleased grunts were the only conversation for a while.

His grunts and breathing became quicker, "I'm close you slut, get ready."

With a few forceful pushes, he managed to fit the entirety of his rod down Leo's receptive mouth hole, bulging his throat. The moans and groans caused pleasurable vibrations, heightening the pleasure of the tight throat, commending its effort with a torrent of cum.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah you bitch."

"Hhmnnngh."

Leo was cross eyed, that dick had a profound effect on him. He learned first hand of the sheer dominance such a cock can establish. The twitches as he engulfed him, the soft hardness, the relentless assault, and the unstoppable stream of man juice. And he was still hard.

The penis exited his loose mouth, leaving it a panting slobbery hole. Leo weakly looked at the bouncing slathered cock prodding his chin provokingly, panting flustered.

"You're pretty good at this you subby little twat. Didn't know you had it in you."

"N-no, you got it all wrong... it's not... I don't..." He made herculean efforts to avert his gaze.

Ethan's hand gently raised Leo's chin, with surprising care. "Are you sure?" he asked deeply with a confidence that hit the femboy at his core. Leo wasn't sure about anything now. A thousand fragmented thoughts scampered. He saw other men as adversaries, opponents to belittle and defeat. He disliked seeing their bodies, as they made his own feel inadequate. Now, those two were bolstered by his muscles, his manliness. They looked so masculine and perfect, everything he ever wanted. He yearned for their bodies, but right now, things were pretty convoluted as to how.

"Stop this, you are corrupting my mind!" he protested, hitting the chiselled torso with small harmless fists.

"Enough with all these little tantrums princess, this time

you

listen to us and do as we say," he stated, immobilizing him. Using a resistance rubber band, he tied Leo's arms and fixed them behind his back. He did flail his legs around a lot, so he easily bound them as well with a second band. Lifting him like he was nothing, Ethan laid him on the weights' bench like a piece of ham.