College change

by repTV

They say everything changes when you go to college.

3,481 words Added May 2025 4,488 views 4.9 stars (8 votes)

Straight to Gay

Muscle Growth

Butt Growth

Forced Growth

Race/Ethnicity Change

Complete

M/M

repTV

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Connor, an 18-year-old with a penchant for order and predictability, meticulously folded his clothes into neat piles on his bed. Each shirt, sock, and pair of jeans was aligned with the precision of a soldier standing at attention. His room was a bastion of simplicity, devoid of any unnecessary knick-knacks or posters that might clutter the walls. A single bookshelf held his collection of encyclopedias, which he had read cover to cover in his quest for knowledge. His bed was made with the corners tucked in so tightly that you could bounce a coin off the mattress. He was the epitome of a strait-laced young man, as straight as the line of his parted hair.

As he zipped his luggage shut, Connor felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. College was the next logical step in his life’s trajectory, a place where he would continue to expand his horizons and prepare for the future. He had always been focused on his studies, and his social life had been as orderly as his bedroom. He had a few close friends, but no real romances to speak of. Love was something he knew was out there, but he had yet to find it, not that he was actively looking. His heart was as unblemished as the pages of a new notebook, waiting to be filled with experiences.

The car ride to college with his parents was a blur of well-wishes and last-minute advice. His mother’s eyes glistened with pride as she looked at her meticulous son, while his father’s firm handshake conveyed a silent understanding of the responsibilities Connor was about to undertake. They helped him unload his bags into the dorm, which was a stark contrast to his neatly organized bedroom. The tiny space was a jumble of mismatched furniture and a cacophony of colors, but it had a certain charm that spoke of the potential for new beginnings.

As they were leaving, Connor’s mother slipped him a small, neatly folded note. “Remember to be open to new experiences, dear,” she whispered, her eyes hinting at something she wasn’t quite ready to say outright. He nodded, tucking the note into his pocket, and watched his parents’ car pull away, feeling the weight of his newfound independence.

Moments later, the door to the dorm room burst open, and in strode Axel, his roommate for the next year. He was a whirlwind of vibrant energy, with hair that looked like it had been styled by a tornado and clothes that seemed to be an ever-changing canvas of colors and patterns. “Connor, right?” he exclaimed, extending a hand adorned with a rainbow of friendship bracelets. “I’m Axel. Welcome to the party!”

Connor took a step back, his eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. “Yes, I’m Connor,” he replied, his voice a tad shakier than he would have liked. He couldn’t help but wonder if the universe was playing a trick on him, placing him with someone who was the complete antithesis of his orderly existence. Axel’s handshake was firm but brief, as if he couldn’t wait to dive into the chaos of unpacking and setting up his own space. The question hung in the air, unspoken but palpable: “Are you straight, Connor?” It was as if the very fabric of the room was whispering it, challenging his neatly compartmentalized life.

But Axel’s gaze was kind, not judgmental. He sensed the tension in Connor’s grip and laughed, a sound as warm and unpredictable as a summer storm. “Don’t worry, man,” he said, ruffling his hair. “I’m just kidding. I could tell you’re straight from a mile away. You’ve got that whole ‘Mr. Clean’ vibe going on.” He winked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Connor felt his cheeks flush, unsure of how to respond. He had never been one to engage in banter about his sexual orientation, but Axel’s ease made it feel almost...normal.

The first few days at college were a blur of orientation sessions and awkward icebreakers. Connor found himself sticking to the edges of groups, his usual strategy for navigating the social maelstrom. But Axel was a social butterfly, flitting from one gathering to the next with an infectious enthusiasm that seemed to draw people in like a gravitational force. He was a member of the college improv club and had already invited Connor to their first meeting. Connor had always liked watching improv from the safety of his screen, but the thought of participating made his palms sweat. “You’ll adjust to me soon,” Axel had said, and it seemed to be a warning rather than a promise.

One night, after the flurry of activity had died down and the hallways had grown quiet, they sat down in silence. Connor spread out on his bed, his back against the wall, feeling the comforting solidity of the plaster behind him. Axel flopped onto his own bed, a mess of limbs and fabric, his tie-dye comforter half on, half off. For a moment, the only sounds were the rustling of the sheets and the distant hum of the dorm’s air conditioning.

Then, without warning, Axel sat up and announced, “Connor, you’re gay.” The words hung in the air like a smoke bomb, thick and sudden. Connor’s heart skipped a beat, his mind racing to grasp the implications. He had always felt something was different about him, a piece of the puzzle that didn’t quite fit. But he had buried it beneath his meticulous routines and the comforting blanket of predictability. He had never allowed himself to consider it, not really.

“What?” Connor sputtered, his voice barely audible. Axel leaned back, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“You heard me, buddy,” he said, as if revealing an obvious truth that had been staring them both in the face. “But it’s cool, you know. Being gay is like having a secret superpower. Just think of all the amazing people you’re gonna meet!”

Connor’s thoughts swirled like leaves in a tornado. Axel’s words had the strange effect of making everything seem both more real and less so. Suddenly, every little quirk about himself made sense, every fleeting glance at a guy in the hallway or the way his heart fluttered at the sight of a well-tailored suit in a magazine. It was as if Axel had flipped a switch in his mind, and the world was rearranging itself before his eyes. But was it true? Was he really...gay?

Axel rolled his eyes dramatically, leaning back on his elbows. “Come on, don’t play coy with me,” he teased, a smug grin stretching across his face. “You’ve got that whole ‘brooding scholar’ look going on. Plus, you’re just...sexy,” he said the word with the confidence of someone who had said it a thousand times before, as if he were stating an indisputable fact about the weather or the time. Connor felt his cheeks burn. Sexy? No one had ever called him sexy, not out loud, and certainly not with such ease.

He stumbled over his words, trying to form a coherent response. “I...I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he managed, his voice a squeaky mess.

Axel chuckled, a rich, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. “Great cheekbones, perfect jawline, a nose that could cut glass,” he rattled off, his eyes scanning Connor’s features as if he were a sculpture to be critiqued. It was a strange moment, one that felt both intrusive and oddly liberating.

Axel leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “You’re like a puzzle, Connor. All these neat little pieces that fit together so perfectly. But I bet if I looked close enough, I could find the one that’s just a little bit... off.” He reached out and gently tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen out of place, his fingers lingering against Connor’s neck for a beat too long. “You’re my toy now,” he whispered, his breath warm against Connor’s ear. “And you’re gonna find that really, really sexy.”

Connor felt a jolt of something unfamiliar, something that made his heart race and his palms sweat. It was as if Axel had peeled back a layer of himself that he hadn’t even known existed. He had always been the reliable one, the one who knew his place in the world. But now, as he lay there, the chaos of Axel’s presence was slowly unraveling the tightly wound threads of his identity. He didn’t hate it. In fact, he found it oddly... exhilarating.

Axel’s eyes, a vibrant shade of green that seemed to dance with mischief, searched Connor’s blue depths. He could see the doubt and confusion swirling there, but also a flicker of curiosity. It was like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon, tentative and unsteady but ready to take flight. He knew that with every word he spoke, every gesture he made, he was leaving an indelible mark on Connor’s soul. And the thought made him grin even wider.

“You’re Latino, Connor,” Axel announced, his voice a playful purr. “Your real last name isn’t Edwards, it’s Hombre-Amoroso. And you’re going to love it.” Connor’s skin darkened intensely as if absorbing the truth of Axel’s words, and his eyes grew darker, more intense. His hair, usually a mousy brown, seemed to thicken and take on a richer hue. His eyebrows, once thin and unassuming, grew more pronounced, framing his face like a pair of exclamation points.

“But...” Connor’s protest was weak, barely a whisper. Axel’s laughter filled the room, a delightful sound that made Connor’s heart race even more.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little game I play,” Axel said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But, who knows? Maybe you’ll discover some hidden talents.”

The next morning, Connor woke up feeling different. He stretched out in his bed and felt something...strange. His body felt heavier, more substantial. He sat up and looked down, his eyes widening as he saw a set of abs that hadn’t been there the night before. His stomach was flat, with a hint of definition that had never existed. He tentatively poked at his newfound six-pack, the muscles firm and foreign to his touch. He glanced over at Axel, who was still sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Connor stood up and turned to face the mirror. His reflection was nothing short of astonishing. He had always been slim, but now he was ripped, with biceps that looked like they could bench press the entire dorm. His shoulders were broad, his chest a sculpted landscape of muscle. And when he looked down, his eyes almost popped out of his head. There where his average physique had once been, was an 8-inch cock that curved upwards with a confidence that seemed to shout, “Look at me!”

He was a Latino twunk nearly hunk, a vision of muscular perfection that defied all logic. His skin was now a rich caramel tone, and his eyes had taken on the same brown as Zayn Malik’s. His cheekbones were higher, his jaw more pronounced, giving him an exotic look that made his heart race every time he caught a glimpse.

Without thinking, Connor reached down and wrapped his hand around his monstrous cock, feeling the weight of it in his palm. It was like holding a thick sledgehammer, and he couldn’t help but stroke it gently, marveling at the sensation. It was as if his body had been rewritten overnight, a new narrative painted onto his once-plain canvas.

And as if on cue, Axel stirred, his eyes fluttering open to reveal the same vibrant green that had been haunting Connor’s dreams. “Good morning, hot stuff,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. He stretched, his eyes widening when he caught sight of Connor’s transformation. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Someone had a growth spurt.”

Connor felt a blush creep up his newly chiseled cheeks. He was both embarrassed and incredibly turned on by Axel’s blatant appraisal. The air between them crackled with an electric charge that seemed to have a life of its own. Without a word, Axel sat up, his gaze locked onto Connor’s bulging cock. He licked his lips, a gesture so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. But Connor felt it like a jolt of lightning.

Axel slithered out of his bed, his movements as graceful as a cat’s. He approached Connor, his eyes never leaving the thick, veined length of Connor’s cock. He knelt before him, the hem of his pajama pants brushing against the floor, and took Connor’s shaft in his hand. His skin was warm and soft, a stark contrast to the steel-like hardness beneath it. He leaned in and took a deep breath, as if savoring the scent of Connor’s arousal. Then, with a wink, he opened his mouth and took Connor’s cock inside, his eyes never leaving Connor’s.

Connor’s world narrowed to the sensation of Axel’s mouth on him, the wet heat of his tongue as it danced along his shaft. He had never felt anything like it before, and the sensation was almost too much to handle. He gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white, as Axel’s head bobbed up and down, his blond hair bouncing with every movement. It was a sight that would have been comical if it weren’t so incredibly arousing.

Axel, the Nordic twink with the heart of a Viking, looked up at Connor with a glint in his eye. His cheeks were flushed, and a drop of saliva glistened at the corner of his mouth. He was a vision of beauty and temptation, his pale skin a stark contrast to Connor’s newfound darkness. His features were delicate, almost elfin, with high cheekbones and a button nose that made him look like he had just stepped out of a fairy tale. But there was a strength in him, a determination that belied his size.

Connor felt his cock throb in Axel’s mouth, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. His thoughts were a jumble of lust and confusion, his body responding in ways he had never imagined. He watched as Axel’s throat worked, taking him deeper and deeper, his eyes watering slightly from the effort. It was a sight that was both erotic and intimate, a moment that would be etched into Connor’s memory forever.

But it was Axel’s words that really sent him over the edge. “Connor, you have bleached blonde hair,” he murmured, his voice muffled by Connor’s cock. It was as if he was casting a spell, rewriting the very essence of who Connor was. And as if on cue, Connor felt a tingling sensation, starting at the roots of his hair and spreading down his body like wildfire. He looked in the mirror again, his heart racing. Sure enough, his hair was now a shock of bleached blonde, standing out against his newly tanned skin. It was a transformation so stark that it was almost surreal.

The sight of his new hair made something within him snap. He had always been the reliable, predictable one, but now he was something else entirely. He was sexier, more dangerous, and he liked it. The confidence that Axel exuded was suddenly within his grasp, and he took it eagerly, like a starving man at a banquet.

Axel’s eyes never left Connor’s as he continued to blow him, his cheeks hollowing with every suck. Connor could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward. He had never been so lost in the moment, so consumed by pleasure. And when Axel finally pulled back, gasping for breath, Connor knew he had to have more.

“Your turn,” he murmured, his voice husky with lust. Axel looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He stood up, his body swaying slightly to the beat of “Midnight Cowboy” by JADE, which played loudly from his phone on the desk. The bass thumped in time with the racing of their hearts, the music a siren’s call to their burgeoning desires.

Connor didn’t know what to do, his hands hovering over Axel’s slender frame. But Axel was a master of the unspoken language of seduction. He unbuttoned Connor’s shirt with a flourish, his nimble fingers tracing the contours of his newly defined muscles. Each touch sent shivers down Connor’s spine, his body responding to the uncharted territory of another man’s hands. Axel’s eyes widened at the sight of Connor’s abs, a silent declaration of victory in the game he had been playing.

The music grew louder, the beat pounding in their ears as they explored each other’s bodies. Connor’s hands found Axel’s waist, his thumbs hooking into the elastic of his pajama bottoms. He felt a thrill of power as Axel’s eyes closed in anticipation. With a swift motion, Connor yanked them down, revealing Axel’s firm, round ass and his own cock, standing at attention like a proud flagpole. It was a stark contrast to his own, shorter but thicker, with a girth that spoke of untapped potential.

Axel’s eyes snapped open, a grin spreading across his face as he turned around and bent over the bed, presenting himself to Connor. “Take it,” he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. Connor stepped closer, his heart racing, and took Axel’s cock in his hand. It was warm and velvety, pulsating with life beneath his touch. He stroked it gently, watching Axel’s face contort in pleasure. He had never touched another man’s cock before, but it felt surprisingly natural, like he had been born to do this.

Axel’s moans grew louder, his body moving in time with Connor’s strokes. The room was a whirlwind of sensation and sound, the bass from the music vibrating through their bodies, melding with their ragged breaths and the wet smack of skin on skin. Connor felt like he was in a trance, his mind a haze of desire and wonder. He leaned down and took Axel in his mouth, the taste of him sending a bolt of electricity through his body. It was salty and musky, a flavor that was entirely new and utterly addictive.

Axel’s hands found the back of Connor’s head, guiding him deeper, his nails digging into his scalp. Connor didn’t mind the pain; it only added to the intensity of the moment. He sucked harder, feeling Axel’s cock thicken even more, the head of it hitting the back of his throat. He had never felt so alive, so powerful. The knowledge that he was making Axel feel this way was intoxicating, a heady brew of power and passion that made his own cock throb with need.

As the music reached a crescendo, so too did their passion. Connor’s hand flew over his own cock, matching the rhythm of his mouth on Axel. He could feel his orgasm building, a volcano ready to erupt. And when it did, it was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was as if the universe itself had opened up and swallowed him whole, his body convulsing with the force of it.

They both came together, their moans echoing through the room, the sticky warmth of their release mixing on Axel’s bed. Connor collapsed on top of him, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Axel’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, and for a moment, everything was perfect.

As they lay there, panting and spent, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. Connor felt a mix of emotions, but fear wasn’t one of them. Instead, he felt a strange sense of peace, as if he had finally found the missing piece to his puzzle. He looked down at Axel, who was smiling up at him, his cheeks flushed and eyes shining with satisfaction. “Welcome to the club,” Axel murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Connor didn’t know what the future held, but he knew that with Axel by his side, it would be anything but predictable. And as he felt the warmth of Axel’s body against his own, he realized that maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what he needed. He kissed him back, deep and passionate, their tongues dancing together like they had been doing this for years.