Scottish Treat

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“Hey, Collins, come over here for a moment.”

Football practice had just ended, with all the members of the team sweaty and changing in the locker room. With the numbers of the team slowly increasing thanks to Mark’s master plan, practices had slowly become more and more efficient. Coach Sorenson had loved the new numbers, for the work on the field was just as great as their work on their knees. With all the new team members, and Coach’s always heavy balls, there was always a member of the team who would lend a helping hand. 

Cole Collins was the best example of “strong and silent.” Although he was powerful, he usually tried to avoid making a scene. Cole was a physical Adonis, but his personality seemed quiet and almost shy. He was about to finish undressing when Coach called him in. Although not completely undressed, Cole knew he had to obey orders. Plus, Coach had seen him wear much less than a wife beater and jockstrap many times before, and sometimes nothing. Although Cole was comfortable with himself, he was still nervous about what Coach may have wanted him for.

“Don’t look so frightened,” Coach chuckled as Cole approached, patting his beefy hand on Cole’s back, “I just got a favor to ask.”

Cole lightened up a bit. Cole wasn’t really afraid of Coach, but Coach’s physique was certainly intimidating. Cole got comfortable, scratching the hair on his chest with the paw he called his right hand and beginning to grope himself with the paw he called his left. Coach Sorenson was always an exciting sight to see.

ft. Sean Brady

“So,” Coach began, “you haven’t recruited anybody yet, am I correct?”

“Yes sir,” Cole responded back quietly.

“Now I know Mark wants you to choose someone yourself, but I need you to get someone for me. I have a little experiment for you.” Coach explained the situation to Cole, telling him about the student and further explaining the favor. Coach’s whispers were barely audible, but Cole got every word. As soon as they were finished, Cole nodded and walked out.

“Think you can handle it?” Coach Sorenson called from behind. Cole responded with a simple thumbs up as he walked away.

——

Cole lurked around a tree, noticing his target sitting on top of a pile of rocks. The student studied alone, with the rest of the park empty. The student, Ben, was almost as quiet as Cole himself, but was much more meek. He was small, with a height barely under average, but he was a nice kid overall. Ben was always willing to help anybody, may it be with studies or a simple request. 

As Ben sat with the textbook in his lap, Cole slowly crept behind him. Although his body was immense, his agility made sure he could stay quiet even as his large feet carried him across the uneven stones. Eventually, he got to the right behind where Ben sat. After looking around to confirm no one else was in sight, Cole slowly took off his shoe and grabbed a small cologne bottle from his pocket titled “HEIR-SC.” As soon as Cole was in position, he grabbed Ben and pushed him behind a rock, making sure he was out of sight.

Ben squealed out of fear as he was hurled behind the rock he was sitting on. He tried to resist his captor, but the jock already had his hands pinned down. Ben opened his mouth to shout something, but instead was met with a heavy spray from the cologne bottle the jock had been carrying. Ben closed his mouth, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. It tasted like soap, sweat, and… scottish whiskey? Ben was so confused by the cologne in his mouth that he hadn’t even realized his captor had let go of him and had started spraying the cologne all over. The scent of the cologne began swirling around Ben, dulling his mind and clouding his thought processes. Ben tried to get up, but instead decided to just stay down and relax. 

As Cole saw Ben begin to numb out, the jock slowly removed his clothing, stripping him from his polo and khaki shorts. He threw the soon-to-be former nerd’s boat shoes behind another rock, and ripped off the sad boxer shorts to reveal the skinny, naked body of Ben. Cole felt pity for the little guy, but knew he would become a beast in a few minutes. Cole took the last bit of the cologne and - after peeling off his tight shirt - sprayed it in his right armpit, the juices sinking into his dark hairs before resting it on the confused student’s face.

“Sniff it,” Cole growled, and Ben obeyed.

As Ben sniffed, Cole watched his body expand slowly. He first noticed Ben’s calves, which plumped and grew longer, looking perfect for running and tackling. Next, his quads beefed up too, his thighs expanding with pounds of meat. His legs stretched out along with his chest, making the little shrimp stretch to a whopping 6’5”, easily making him the tallest member of the team. Next, Ben’s chest began to fill out, with abs popping in one by one. After the 8 pack appeared, two hearty pecs placed themselves on top. Once Ben’s chest had filled out, Cole noticed that Ben’s transformation had suddenly come to a halt. Cole thought for a moment - something he did rarely - and came up with an idea.

“Lick,” Cole commanded, “the scent may be gone but the juices are still there.”

Ben began to eagerly lick, the cologne still clouding his mind. The taste of scottish whiskey quickly filled Ben’s mouth again as the transformation spurred back to life. Ben’s arms began to quickly plump out, his triceps and biceps expanding with muscle. In less than a minute, Ben had quickly gained arms that were the size of basketballs: something that would have taken any man years to gain, but seconds to appreciate. Ben’s fragile hands expanded as they grew meaty, with veins snaking themselves across his wrists and forearms. Next was Ben’s butt, which slowly raised his body higher off of the crooked rocks. Ben’s butt firmed up, with the two blocks of flesh becoming as soft as pillows. Ben’s body might have lured people in before, but now everyone would want a piece of his cheeks. Following right after were Ben’s delicate feet. They began to swell, his toes slowly pushing themselves farther away from Cole. As his feet got meatier, small veins began to appear on top, making Ben truly look more masculine. His feet had now become a gargantuan Size 15, a size previously only reached by Mark.

As the transformation began to slow again, Cole pushed his armpit deeper into Ben’s face, making sure Ben would get every drop of cologne before going on the second part. Ben’s neck began to fill out, and with it a huge Adam’s apple began to push forwards. The former nerd’s moans began to deepen as he dropped from a tenor to an extremely low bass. Next, Ben’s head began to grow bigger as his hair began to style itself differently, taking on a fiery, red hue instead of the boring black. The change in hair color surprised Cole, he’d have to report this to Coach. Then, Ben’s nose became bigger and longer, and his lips fuller. His eyebrows became a little darker as his ears pushed away from his head.

“And now, the hair,” Cole muttered to himself.

Except, nothing came. Instead, all the hair that was once on Ben’s body nearly disappeared. The only hair that remained was on his head, the thick, luscious red beard, and the fiery bushes in Ben’s armpits and around his below-average cock. Cole also noticed Ben’s skin tone lighten dramatically, looking almost pale, but still healthy. Ben would have to report both the absence of hair and skin tone to Coach as side effects of the experiment.

Cole lifted himself off of Ben, who was still a little clouded but was beginning to pull himself out. Before Ben could completely resettle, Cole placed his shoe on top of Ben’s nose and blocked his mouth, making sure he could only breathe from the one entrance. Ben, still confused over the whole ordeal, began to sniff Cole’s shoe obediently. The other half of Coach’s experiment was in Cole’s massive shoe: A plaid scented shoe sole that also reeked of scottish whiskey.

As Ben sniffed away, he felt his memories of his past slowly drain themselves into his enlarging testicles. Memories of a lonely childhood, constant studying, and prepping for a life as a neurosurgeon were replaced by memories of men in kilts, learning the bagpipes, and growing up in the rural greenlands near the ocean cliffs. Ben’s memories of of being intelligent were pushed away, being replaced with a new, better history of him playing rugby throughout his high school and being offered the chance to play on an American college football team in the States. His grades hadn’t sold him, but his physique and rough personality had. His personality had also lured him to the best frat house, where he met tons of new bros to hang with.

Cole watched as the large man beside him continued to sniff the shoe. Cole reached for the new jock’s hardening member, which had already grown three inches and was still going. The red-head began to moan as Cole steadily pumped him along. Ben’s balls began to ache and the more memories were replaced. His heterosexual qualities leaked into his massive pouch, being replaced with memories of gay sex with many different bros, but mostly with his boyfriend, Cole. A Scottish accent had officially grinded itself into Ben’s head, along with an outgoing personality to contrast his partner’s. Ben began to remember the countless frat parties and outings with his bros, who he became immediately popular with do to being a foreign exchange student. He wouldn’t be foreign for much longer though, because he and Cole would be tying the knot after they graduated. 

Cole smiled as he saw Ben’s cock reach a maximum at 10 whole inches. Ben’s last bits of intelligence began to drain into his massive balls, leaving his mind permanently slow. Instead of his previously nerdy self, his thoughts would now always be trying to push through molasses. Cole, still fondling Ben’s pouch, leaned over and whispered into Ben’s ear quietly, finally pushing him over the edge.

“Cum.”

Ben’s body lurched up as a white fountain bursted from the rocks. The last of Ben disappeared into the cracks of the earth, soaked into the dirt beneath the stones. The IQ of the jock was 79, lurking just above complete stupidity. The new Scot pushed himself up and immediately kissed Cole. The scent of scottish whiskey and the Heir cologne swelled around both of them, along with the new musky scent of Brodie. They both made out passionately, before slowly breaking apart. 

“Aren’t ya a bonnie lad?” Brodie said, smiling at Cole, “I would go taps off, but I need me shirt.”

“Of course,” Cole responded, “but before that, can you answer a question for me?”

“Aye.”

“Are you missing anything?”

Brodie thought to himself for a moment, and then a moment became a minute, and a minute became minutes. After about three minutes, Brodie finally perked up and thought of an answer.

“Ah’m no missing anything when I’m with me braw! Now hand me the clothes before ah wank yer bawsack!” Brodie guffawed at his own joke as he grabbed the clothes from Cole, which included a pair of too small blue shorts and a red wife beater. Brodie had long since forgotten underwear, deciding at 15 that he’d stop wearing them due toe messes he’d make from his precum. Instead, he always wore shorts that wouldn’t stain from his constant leaking. 

Brodie slowly got the shorts on over his massive cock, the material straining to contain his large member.

ft. Bradley Hills

Next came his shirt, but before he put in on he decided to take a sniff at his pits.

ft. Bradley Hills

“Hmmm,” he moaned, “these oxters are boggin’. Cologne’s already off.”

Brodie then took a seat on the rocks, waiting for Cole, who was wrapping a sweatshirt around his waist to hide the stain at his crotch.

“Ready, laddie?”

ft. Bradley Hills

Cole nodded meekly, the presence of the Scottish alpha in front of him made him feel small. 

After grabbing his impossibly large flip-flops from Cole, Brodie began to walk off the rocks and down the stairs back towards their shared room in the frat house.

ft. Bradley Hills

Cole got up and thought to himself again, realizing that Coach’s experiment was successful. Coach had been trying to find a way to get foreign members to the team without taking from the already small foreign exchange student population. The prototype - Heir-SC - had not only successfully created another jock, but also had made him assume a new nationality as well. The only side effects: not much body hair and incredibly dumb - but Cole loved how dim-witted Brodie had become, so he wouldn’t tell Coach.

“Come on, laddie!” Brodie yelled, not even bothering to turn around, “Aye still got more to chug on me knot, ya buftie!”

ft. Bradley Hills

Brodie ripped off his shirt and threw it back to his boyfriend. Cole’s dick lurched in excitement as he took a deep whiff of the shirt while simultaneously watching Brodie’s huge bubble butt bouncing with each step. Cole was ecstatic for the Scottish treat he’d be receiving tonight.