Benji hadn't quite expected this to be the outcome when Stanford had offered him a sports scholarship. He didn't quite make the grades to get in when he got his results back, but then the scholarship offer had come in as part of a 'new program' they were trying. As a slightly overweight guy that never really exercised and definitely wasn't on any of his school's sports teams it had been a highly confusing offer, but he wasn't going to turn it down.
So off he went to Stanford to find out what exactly this sports scholarship they were giving to the nerdy physics student was.
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As it turned out it was wildly different from anything he expected. In an effort to get more people into sports they were offering special 'scholarships' in secret to a select few students, with a whole new appearance and identity to go with it. Whenever Benji slid on the bright red singlet he was Brad, the beefy wresting jock.
Adjusting to being Brad for the wrestling meetings was tough for Benji at first. His body was even heavier than his regular self, and there was all this knowledge about how to wrestle as well as enough info about Brad to get by.
After half a semester's worth of time had passed though Benji began to enjoy it. The power behind Brad's body, people's attitudes towards him, and the lustful stares he got from his fellow teammates all added up to him loving his time as Brad. He'd slide the singlet on when he was in his dorm room alone sometimes just to get that rush back; wear it under clothes so he could go out as Brad and spend time with his new wrestling bro's; anything to be Brad for longer.
The university was thrilled to hear he was having such a good time with his scholarship, so much so they offered him a deal; win the upcoming championship and they'd let him become Brad forever.
Brad wasn't worried in the slightest.
Don’t you think you’ll look good as my body hair, I’ll even let you choose where you end up hit me up when you make your mind... . . .. .. Message sent
I’m going to enjoy it
I would love to transform into some chest hair on an awesome otter of a guy
“Hmm, I don’t know…”
“Come on dude!” you yell, unable to contain your excitement. “It will only be for a weekend.”
“But I’ve never been much of an otter” he says, pointing as his chest. It has a lovely dusting of hair between his pecs, but is otherwise pretty bare.
“Please?” you mumble, your eyes fixed on his naked torso. You are so close to it, so close…
“Hmm, ok. But just for a weekend” he concedes.
“YEAH!” you shout before diving head-first onto his chest. You are so keen that the transformation barely takes a second. Before you know it, you are a beautiful pelt of chest hair over your friend’s perfectly sculpted pecs.
“Dude, really, I didn’t know you were so gullible” he says as he runs a hand through you, the feeling sending you into overdrive. “Well, I hope you like your current predicament ‘cause you’re never turning back.”
Need to switch bodies with Wolverine—that’s right the superhero. Can’t wait to pull off that mask to look at my hairy face and feral eyes. Sure, he might not have showered for a few days before our swap, but have you seen how I look in these spandex? This guy really does stink though…almost like a wild animal…
Damn, this guy has to be the hairiest guy I’ve ever switched with. Can’t believe how muscular this ass is either, can’t keep my hands off of it.
Oh, I forgot, I have to be careful about the claws…can’t get too excited. But from the look of the heavy bulge in my suit I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep them in!
Getting to work Worshiping and enjoying as much as I can before he shoves me up his pits.