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Winter Olympics (Team USA)
Cody and Ryan had been going on holidays together in the Rockies ever since they were teenagers, and after almost ten years of being friends they’d finally managed to gather enough money together to watch their home country of the US perform at the Winter Olympics in Pyeongchang. However, when the pair got to South Korea, they’d quickly spent all of their ticket money on beer and prostitutes and so they were forced to simply watch the events on TV at local bars by their third day there.
On the evening of their fourth day, they were sitting at the bar watching the highlights from the day when Cody noticed that the quiet man sitting next to them was wearing a Team USA uniform. He tapped the well-built man on the shoulder to strike up a conversation. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to be on the American Olympic team, would you?”
The man laughed, and replied, “Yeah, I am actually. I do luge, my name’s Chris. You boys come here all the way from the states?” At the mention of the two of them, Ryan leaned forwards on the bar to enter the conversation, and replied, “Oh, of course. We’ve been wanting to come for a while and we finally got enough money together to actually do it recently.” “Ahah, we’ve ran out of money to actually watch the live events though,” Cody blurted out, “We’ve already spent it all.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “So you’re looking to see the events live? I can’t quite get you tickets, but I can definitely help you see the events up close if you want.” Cody almost shouted in response, “Sure! That sounds great!” Chris stood up from his seat, downing what was left of his beer, and gestured for the two men to follow him. Cody followed him eagerly, and Ryan cane close behind.
As the three of them walked through the snow, Chris leading, Ryan whispered to Cody, “Dude, what were you thinking! How do you know he’s not trying to mug us or something?” “Relax, he seems legit. Anyway, we’ve got nothing to lose.” Ryan sighed and picked up pace to keep up with the other two. “Alright, it’s this building over here on the right, the team HQ for these Olympics.” The trio walked over to the large building with an American flag hung in the window, and Chris quickly unlocked the door to let them in. “Alright, so it’s just through here…” he muttered, swinging open a large door to reveal a huge locker room. The cavernous room had lockers on each wall, benches in the middle, and a doorway leading to a gym and showers. “Alright guys, if you just wait here for a sec I’ll grab what you’ll need,” says Chris before rummaging through a couple of the lockers. Cody and Ryan exchange glances for a second, before Mike returns to them with two wrinkled pieces of material. He grins, handing Ryan the black one and Cody the blue one, and says, “If you wear these then you’ll be able to get front row seats easily, whenever you want.”
The two men unfolded the fabric, unleashing a pungent scent of sweat in their faces, causing them to cough loudly. “Dude, this smells like crap!” groaned Cody, holding it away from his face. Ryan grimaced, unfolding it to reveal a large black Under Armour-branded skinsuit, clearly well-used. Still cringing from the attack on his nostrils, Ryan tried to protest, “You can’t seriously expect us to wear these just to get out of paying for tickets, besides, this is way too big for me.” He looked to Cody for backup, but to his horror saw him deeply sniffing his red white and blue suit, and rubbing it on his face. Cody grinned stupidly, and blurted out, “We’ll take them!” “Excellent,” smiled Chris, “Now you just need to try them on to check the fit and you’ll be ready to sneak into the events.”
Ryan groaned and reluctantly stripped off his clothes, while Cody did so much more willingly. As Ryan took his time to pull the suit on, he watched Cody whip on his own as fast as he could, zipping up the front before Ryan had even got his on his legs. Despite the strange behaviour, he had to admit that Cody did look pretty hot in the uniform, with every detail of his lean, athletic body visible underneath the tight material. His friend walked over to him and - but pulled the suit’s arms over Ryan’s, making him blush as he zipped it up and forced him to stand up. Cody slapped his arm onto Ryan’s shoulder and took him to the large mirror on the wall. Ryan sighed at his reflection, the suit was way too baggy for his size, just like he predicted, and it still smelled like- actually, kinda nice. He pulled some of the fabric up to his nose to take deep breath, and felt himself growing erect. He looked in the mirror at Cody who was doing the same thing while rubbing his hand down his body- but he looked different somehow. His face looked strange, more masculine and square than before.
Ryan was drawn by Cody’s movements down to his crotch, when he noticed his swollen cock growing bigger and bigger as he stared. Cody chuckled stupidly, placing one hand onto his bulge and ran one hand through his hair, the one stroke styling it immaculately and turning it a pleasant shade of ginger. He groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his already defined muscles strained against his tight attire as they grew. He rubbed his gloved hands around his chest, groaning as he pressed against his nipples and ran his hand down his popped-out abs. Ryan looked his friend up and down, admiring the new man he had become, though he looked somewhat familiar. He fit the skinsuit perfectly now, having filled it all out. Cody removed his hand from his cock, placing it on his hip, and turned to Ryan, who got a full view of his lingering erection.
Ryan watched Cody lick his lips and look him up and down, and backed away slightly, blushing. As he moved away from his advancing friend, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, causing him to stop and turn around. He gasped at his reflection, Cody definitely wasn’t the only one who changed. He looked about half a foot taller at least, and his hair had turned a dark shade of brown. He rubbed his chin to feel the light stubble he seemed to have gained when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his face, causing him to yell loudly. He watched closely in the mirror, tears forming in his eyes, as his jaw widened and became square with a loud crunch, and as his nose shifted around to become straight. He felt another crunch as his shoulders widened, making the fit of his suit feel more natural. He tried to rub his shoulders to relieve the pain, but his arms were forced back to his sides by the swelling of his biceps. He groaned as he watched them pulsating with muscle, thickening until they started to stress the sleeves of his sleek black skinsuit. As he flexed them in the mirror, his chest followed suit, his nonexistant pecs expanding out to become huge slabs of muscle, erect nipples poking out.
Ryan grinned and started squeezing his thighs as he felt his legs tighten, his hands pushed apart by the muscular pillows bloating out, along with his formerly slim butt. His calves and feet both grew to appropriately large sizes for his new form, but Ryan realised the last thing that needed to change and unzipped the front of his skinsuit in preparation.
He grasped his cock in his new thick hand and started to stroke it like always. He felt a orgasm-like shiver before his cock quickly became erect, but kept on growing beyond its usual length. As he pumped it faster and faster, it stretched up to become the longest penis that Ryan had ever even seen in person, at what he could only estimate to be at least eight inches long, and thicker than his meaty wrist. Generous amounts of precum dribbled down his shaft, providing lubrication for the main event. With heavy panting and moaning, Ryan finally let go and let himself be covered by the seemingly endless volleys of cum squirting out of his dick, along with several other items in the room.
Breathing heavily, Ryan finally took a good look at himself in the mirror. Huge, manly, and handsome, what the former Ryan could only imagine being. And now he was living his fantasy, along with the improved Cody by his side. Chris emerged from the gym, as sweaty as the other two men, and exclaimed with a smile, “Ah, you’ve both finished changing! Let’s get you some practice done before we sneak you into the events tomorrow, you’ll both have front row seats!”
