JJ Meets His Biggest Fan

[Commission Request: JJ Watt gets bodyswapped with an effeminate fan, then shrunken and kept as a prisoner]

JJ Watt’s publicist Diana called him as soon as he got in his car. “That event went great big guy! Lots of good photo ops there.”

JJ thought back about the “Meet JJ Watt” contest winner, a thin 21 year old man who squealed at the side of the big defensive lineman striding into the room. “Listen,” he asked, noticing that some of the glitter the fan had slathered all over him had rubbed off on JJ’s hand. He wiped it on his jeans. “I tried to have a game face on that whole time, but…” He chose his words carefully. He had an image to uphold. “I just want to make sure all the pics that go live don’t show me…” He reconsidered, then started again. “I just want to make sure I look happy to be there, y’know?”

Diana chuckled. “Relax, big fella,” she said. “You did great. That guy was on another level, huh? Did you see the way he pranced around? And that VOICE. Good god, he made my twelve year old daughter sound butch!”

JJ sighed. On the one hand, he was relieved that he wasn’t alone in feeling put off by the fan--Damien was his name--and all of his… exuberance. But on the other, it felt wrong to be talking about the guy like that.

“Anyway,” JJ said, “just make sure I’m smiling in all the pics. Thanks Diana.”

Next call was to a number that wasn’t saved in his phone. The husky voice on the other end made his heart swell. “Hey babe, how was the event?”

It was his boyfriend, Darren. Obviously the two couldn’t be open about their relationship while JJ played in the NFL. Their secrecy made their time together that much more satisfying.

“It was fine,” JJ said. “The guy who won the contest was… well, let’s say… ‘elegant’?”

The two laughed, but JJ felt immediate regret. “Nice guy,” he backpedaled, “really, but… good god, tiny! And feminine as all heck.”

“You probably would have said the same thing about me when I was younger,” Darren said.

“No way! I can’t imagine you were like that,” JJ said. He had to readjust himself as he pictured the blonde, beautiful man on the other line--his dimples, his amazing eyes, his shredded body, his huge cock... 

“I had a serious 98 degrees phase of my life,” Darren said, “that might make you consider dumping me.”

“Never,” JJ said. He sighed. “I love you. I can’t wait to get to your place.”

“How far out are you?” Darren said.

“About thirty minutes,” JJ said.

“Champagne’s on ice,” Darren said. “Two glasses are ready.”

JJ winced. His abdomen suddenly clenched. He found himself breathless, his vision blurry.

“What’s wrong? Something happen?”

JJ couldn’t even speak up to respond. He tried to calm his shaking hands, pulling his car to the side of the back country road he had been speeding down.

“Babe? You okay?”

“Fine,” JJ said. “I thought I… hit something.” His heart was racing, but the tension in his stomach was subsiding. Whatever had hit him was passing. “I didn’t though. I’m on my way. Talk to you in a bit.”

JJ turned on the AC and put his face near the vent. What the hell was that? A seizure? His right arm twitched. He looked at himself in the mirror. His pupils were dilated. He smelled… incense? Perfume? He considered calling his doctor.

He couldn’t sit still in that car anymore! He popped the door and hopped out, striding around on his long, powerful legs. The sky was turning to purple, the sun already below the trees and quickly fading out. He stretched his arms, jogged in place a bit, then looked at his reflection in his window.

He smelled that cloying scent again--like an old lady’s purse, he thought, or a headshop--and he gasped as his knees buckled. As he sank slowly to the ground, his vision washed out with grey. His face fell against the side of his car. He was grateful for the cool metal. He was burning up! He just had to summon the strength to stand.

His phone started ringing. He couldn’t find it--the sound got further away with every ring…

*

JJ’s head was throbbing. Something loud had woken him up--big, forceful noise. God, he wanted it to go away. His body felt like it was lead. If not for the banging sound ten feet away, he would have gladly sunken back unconscious. The pounding continued and he heard a word. It sounded familiar. God, his head hurt so bad.

“--DAMIEN, I swear, if you’re just passed out in there I’m going to FUCKING FREAK!”

JJ rolled over, tangled in sheets. The air stunk of B.O. and weed. He flailed for his light switch but found the walls in unfamiliar places. When his feet hit the floor, he realized something felt off.

This wasn’t his room.

“Damien, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

JJ rubbed his eyes, then froze. His hands were covered in glitter--and they weren’t his hands! He examined the thin, delicate digits and wiggled them, amazed they reacted to his commands. He followed them up flimsy arms to a torso so narrow and devoid of muscle that he felt sick touching it, realizing it was his own.

“DAMIEN!”

JJ stood up, dropped the sheets. He was wearing a tiny t-shirt that ended at his bottom ribs. There was something in his ass--he reached down and found the thread to a tight pink thong digging into his crack.

He liked the feeling.

The room was wholly unfamiliar. It was filthy. He flipped on a light switch and gazed into the cracked mirror leaned against the wall.

He was looking at the guy from earlier--the fan! He touched his face. The guy in the mirror touched his face too.

He felt sick.

“I can see the light is on, dammit! Open the fucking door!”

JJ’s hands shook as he slid the lock aside. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with this angry person on the other side, but he needed to talk to someone--anyone!--to figure out what the fuck was going on.

“Jesus christ, why the fuck didn’t you open the door earlier?” The guy was chubby and a full head taller than JJ was. The lineman’s skinny legs trembled as he looked up at the sturdily built guy.

“I was… sleeping,” he said, and JJ cringed at the soft, feminine lilt of his voice.

“Well you missed two days of work! Where the fuck were you?”

JJ looked around. “I don’t feel well,” he said. He wanted to explain, “I’m JJ Watt--I play for the Houston Texans. I’m not supposed to be here!” But he knew how psychotic that would sound.

“I need your rent money,” the guy said. “We’re two days late. I told the landlord you had the flu or some shit and they said they wouldn’t charge us a late fee.”

“I… okay,” JJ said.

“That’s it? ‘Okay?’ How about, ‘Geez, George, I’m so sorry I put you through this shit every month! I promise I’ll be more responsible!’ “

Okay, JJ thought. His name is George.

“George, I’ll pay you… soon as I get myself…” He looked down at his thin body. The fog over his senses was starting to lift, and the skimpy, feminine clothes were humiliating. His hands moved unconsciously to cover up the little pouch up front--holy shit, was that how small his dick was? “...collected. Okay? Promise.”

George rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut.

JJ sprang into action. He stripped off the ridiculous outfit, only to find out nude was worse. He couldn’t believe how thin and frail he was! He ran his hands through the garishly dyed-blonde hair, gently patted down his bony body and started rifling through drawers for something else to wear.

He found some sweatpants that looked far too small. His heart sank as he slid into them easily. In one drawer he found a Texans jersey that was all pink pastels, with his name and number done in sequins.

Of course. This is the guy who won the contest. Somehow… I’m him now.

JJ opened the closet door and gasped, his hand flying to his bony chest in a move he never would have done in his own body. The walk-in closet had some rust-colored symbol smeared on the floor, along with a skull, candles, and a small bowl of dirty water littered with runes. Leaning against the wall of the closet was an old book that stunk like roadkill. He grabbed the book and then carefully closed the closet door.

Some of the book was in another language. The were dusty and decayed. JJ’s head throbbed. What the fuck is going on?

He fell backward and sobbed. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried, but it was almost like he couldn’t control his emotions. He let out a shrill wail and went limp on the floor. He was losing his mind. He had to be. Maybe he’d had a stroke outside his car or something--maybe he’d open his eyes and he’d be on his way to Darren’s again?

An attempt to get his tears under control ended with him hyperventilating and pressing his thumbs into his eyes. When he opened them, he still expected to see his big, muscular body. Seeing Damien’s skinny, angular form felt like a gut punch.

That George guy was HUGE! It had been a long time since JJ had been so intimidated by the size of another man. He had never felt this powerless, even when he was a little kid!

Then he spotted a cell phone on the bureau. Thankfully, the facial scan recognized him. The background was a shirtless JJ pic--Why am I not surprised?

Thank God he knew Darren’s number by heart.

*

Hello?

Darren!

Who the fuck is this?

It’s…

Look you picked the wrong fucking day to fuck with me, pal.

Darren! It’s… okay, you’re not going to believe me at first but PLEASE LISTEN.

I’m about two seconds from hanging up on you.

Look, okay… Before I say this, I just want to let you know I can prove what I’m about tell you.

That’s it. Bye!

Darren, I’m your boyfriend!

Really? Funny. Because I don’t even have a fucking boyfriend you cocksucker.

No, you do! You just can’t admit it until I retire from football! Baby, it’s me! I swear! Ask me anything!

Okay then, what’s the last conversation we just had?

Last thing you said was that you had champagne chilling, and I said I thought I hit something! I was thirty minutes away. Remember? There’s no way anyone else would know that?

Wrong. Last thing my boyfriend said to me was that he was dumping me. So whoever the fuck this is, I dunno if you’re paparazzi or you’re here to extort me or whatever, but believe me when I say this: GET FUCKED.

Okay, wait/. Uh, you came out to your best friend when you were 13 but then your family moved, and you  pretended to be straight until you were 21! You, uh… your favorite karaoke song is “Diamonds and Pearls” by Prince! You have three freckles on your left buttcheek in a perfect triangle! Uh… you’re actually a 49ers fan! I only know because I found the jersey you have hidden in the bottom drawer in your room.

I… okay, uh… no idea who the fuck this is, but…

Babe, it’s me! I know this sounds crazy but… I blacked out before I saw you, and then… I woke up… I don’t even know where I am! And I look like… like that fan I met earlier today! I don’t know how he did it but he… he swapped us…

Why… should I believe you?

Wait, were you saying I broke up with you? Babe, that wasn’t me! I would never do that! That was him! He switched us… Let me come to see you. I found a book, I think it’s how he did this. Babe, I swear if you just help me we can make everything right. I promise!

Fuck… This story is nuts.

Babe, I’m coming to house. I need you so bad right now, and… god, baby, you don’t even need to tell me the address! That’s proof that it’s me.

O-okay, well… okay, how about this? If you’re really who you say you are… fuck, I”ve got to be nuts to even be going along with this… meet me at the place our first date was supposed to be. Not the place we ended up going, but the place I actually wanted to go but was too afraid to ask.

Perfect Babe, I know exactly where it is. I’m on my way, God, I need you so bad right now!

*

JJ waited outside the old Strand movie theater for two hours. The old movie house used to strictly play classic movies from the 50s, but it had been shut down for years. Back when JJ and Darren first started dating, Darren had wanted to take JJ there, but he was afraid the idea would come off sounding “too gay” for an NFL player.

But as JJ, in Damien’s scrawny body, dressed in Damien’s most conservative outfit (a green hoodie and some old sweatpants), waited, he realized Darren was never going to arrive. His boyfriend wasn’t responding to his texts either.

Fuck it, JJ thought. I’ll just Lyft over to his house. He wasn’t considered about the expensive rides. Let Damien foot the bill, he thought.

The driver that picked him up kept staring in the rearview mirror, flashing a greasy smile. JJ shifted uncomfortably. The guy in the front seat seemed like a big guy, although in reality he was probably only about 5’10 and only weighed a buck-fifty. Since he’d gotten up that morning, the whole world, and everything in it, seemed so HUGE to JJ. And he felt so damned small.

“You going to see your girlfriend?” the driver asked.

JJ shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I didn’t figure a pretty little thing like you would,” he said. He groaned, unbuckling his belt. “Y’know, I have a proposition for you. How about I cancel this ride and refund your money in exchange for you taking care of… uh… a little problem I have.” He chuckled. “Actually it’s a pretty big problem.”

JJ froze. “I’m about to fucking report you, you creep. You stay the fuck away and just drive me to my destination!” He had meant it to sound like an order but it came out as a warbling plea. God, JJ hated Damien’s voice so bad.

As he got out of the car, the driver shouted, “COCKSUCKING QUEER!” after him. JJ shrugged it off. He had more important things to worry about.

His heart leapt as he saw Darren’s front door. As he approached, he became incredibly selfish of the way Damien’s body swished his hips back and forth with every step. It seemed to be getting more pronounced as the day went on. He tried to walk with his arms down, shoulders back, legs moving in a straight, restrained line, but every few steps, Damien’s wiggle would creep back in.

He knocked on the door with his tiny fist, holding the reeking book against his chest. Then he rung the doorbell. Finally the door opened. He leapt forward to embrace his lover, despite the fact that Darren, who used to be only about shoulder high to JJ, now towered over him.

Darren threw up his arms to stop JJ, holding him at bay. “Excuse me, sir, can I help you?” he said in a saccharine voice. His eyes seemed dazed. His smile seemed forced.

“Darren, it’s me! I’m JJ, remember?”

“Sorry, friend, I think you have the wrong house,” Darren said with a chilling cheerfulness. “I’m sorry, but I’m really very busy. Thank you for stopping by!”

JJ tried to hold the door open as Darren closed it, but his arms were too weak. “Darren, please! It’s me, I swear! I need your help?”

A deep chuckle came from further in Darren’s house. “It’s okay, Darren. You can let the little queen in.”

JJ recognized the voice. He shivered at the sound.

“C’mon in, ‘Damien’!” It was JJ’s old voice.

Darren stepped aside. JJ walked in slowly, only to see his own body standing there, hands on his hips.

Holy fuck. I am HUGE!

JJ couldn’t get over how enormous his real body was. The big man before him TOWERED over him, and seemed to be a pile of solid muscles. JJ, in Damien’s skinny body, had never felt more frail. The clothes the big guy was dressed in weren’t right, though. JJ would never wear a skin-tight spandex shirt, nor would he wear tight leather pants. JJ felt like he was looking at a nightmare version of himself.

“So I found out you got to your boyfriend,” the big blonde man said.

“You did this to me?” JJ said. He looked over at Darren, who was staring into space. “What did you do to him?”

“Just a quick little ‘will suppression’ charm. I can’t believe he actually believed your story! So I had to make him obedient. He’s great this way, believe me. I’ve already taken him for a test drive.” The big man threw his hands down on the big bulge in his tight jeans. “This dick is FUCKING UNREAL. Totally worth going through all this trouble.”

“You fucker!” JJ said, starting to run forward. Damien just waved his hand. JJ froze in place. The book flew out of his hand, fluttering through the air until it landed in Damien’s hand.

“Thanks for bringing this,” Damien said, flipping through its pages. I only had a few incantations memorized, but this makes things so much easier.

“Turn us back!” JJ cried, but Damien just chuckled.

“I don’t think so. You really think I would give up this huge smoking hot body? I mean, to be honest, I probably will, when I find something else more suitable. Maybe I’ll take over the Rock next? Or maybe Tom Holland, try being a cute little celebrity twink for awhile. There’s about twenty NFL guys i want to take for a test drive. And the thing is, these body swaps get easier every time you do them.”

JJ winced as he struggled against his invisible restraints. “I’ll tell everyone!” he threatened. “I’ll make sure everyone knows who you are! It may sound crazy but somebody is bound to believe me!”

Damien just smiled--JJ hated that sinister smirk on the face he used to see in the mirror--and waved his hand. “Have a seat,” he said, and a chair from the living room moved across the floor by itself. JJ felt himself pushed down into it.

“Now,” Damien said, raising his big arms up to the air. He flexed one and licked it, smirking. Damien snapped his fingers and JJ found himself sitting there naked, his little dick standing at atteniton. “Ho-ho! Look how much you’re enjoying your old body!”

Damien walked forward, then threw his arms on either side of JJ’s little body before lowering his big beautiful face down to his level. “You’re dying right now. If I told you I could either set your boyfriend free, or let you suck your old dick, you would have a hard time choosing, wouldn’t you?”

JJ gritted his teeth. He desperately wanted to choose Darren’s freedom, but a powerful lust pulsed inside him. He’d never felt so helpless against his own libido before; this was Damien’s libido he was fighting, and it was overwhelming.

“Now, what to do with your boyfriend,” Damien said, snapping his finger. Darren’s blonde hair suddenly turned jet black. A huge beard burst from his face. He grew a foot taller. When it was over, he looked like a husky lumberjack. “Not bad,” he said. He snapped his fingers again. Darren’s body started to compress down, his muscles bloating out, darkening hues swirling through his skin until he was a deep brown. The short black bodybuilder before them didn’t recognize Darren at all. “Actually, y’know what I’d rather do? I always wanted a little lap dog.” The massively muscled body shrank down again, fur sprouting over it as his face turned into a snout, his ears growing large and floppy. When it was over, a tan french bulldog stood on its hind legs for just a moment before falling down to all fours. Damien chuckled as the dog started to yelp, running around in a panic.

“You’re fucking sick!” JJ said as a hand grabbed his head, forcing his face into the muscular chest that used to be his.

“C’mon! I returned his will to him just after it was over. But y’know, I’m probably going to send him to obedience school if he acts up.”

JJ spat at the big blonde face he used to call his own. Damien winced, wiping the gob of foam from his face before grinning at the little feminine man before him. His eyes went black. The big lineman body rose off the ground. He clapped his hands together. For JJ, everything went black.

When JJ opened his eyes, he looked up at his old face--only it was HUGE! He looked down to see a giant hand beneath him. He recognized the callouses, the thick muscles in the fingers, although he had never seen them from such a small size before.

“Hey little guy,” boomed JJ’s old voice. The little guy threw his hands over his ears as the giant in his old body started chuckling. JJ tumbled out of the hand to the hard muscular chest of a defensive lineman--only it was as big as a football field.

“So, here’s the thing,” Damien boomed. JJ tried to maintain his balance on the rippling muscular torso beneath him,but every time the big guy breathed, the ground beneath JJ shifted and he tumbled down. “I can’t have you running around blowing my cover--not that anyone would believe you or anything--so I figured I’d make you a little more manageable. Darren gets to be a pet, now so do you! Now, if you want, you can be a little pet like Darren--I’ll probably make you a goldfish or something, just so you don’t ever get away--or, you can take care of that big problem own there.” The big hand pointed down to the giant’s groin. JJ gazed down at the massive jock-clad bulge that seemed a thousand yards away from him.

“So you can either end up in a fishbowl, or that can be your new home. Your choice, little man.”

JJ looked up at the grinning, blonde face. Then he looked down at the giant’s enormous bulge, twitching in the jockstrap. JJ walked weakly toward the big jockstrap, wishing he had the strength to say otherwise. He could hear Darren barking in the next room.

No one could help him now. Damien was in charge.

JJ reached the edge of the jockstrap and grabbed the waistband. It seemed so huge, his fraily body was nearly too weak to lift it. He dropped to his knees and pulled it up just a few inches, lustily breathing in the funk coming from inside.

“You like that smell don’t you?”

JJ hadn’t even realized he was twisting his own nipple, humping the veiny, muscular pelvis beneath him. God, he wanted nothing more than to be inside that jockstrap!

This isn’t me, he thought. This is Damien doing this. I’m not like this! I don’t wnat this… But his body yearned for it. He fell down to a submissive pose, then crawled under the waistband of the jockstrap.

“That’s your new home!” boomed the voice from beyond the cotton walls of JJ’s new living quarters. The balls were nearly as big as he was, the massive cock much bigger than his body now. The smell was almost intoxicating. JJ couldn’t help but gulp in lungfuls of it. He came without even touching himself, just basking in the heat of his giant’s enormous manhood.

“You’ll stay there during practices and games. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on your career, little man,” came the godlike voice, but JJ was barely listening. He was burying his face in the satiny flesh of the huge, full balls, rubbing his veins against the velvety soft cock  as it twitched against him.

“This is my dick,” JJ thought, and the idea was somehow comforting. He knew this cock better than anyone. Sure, it was unfamiliar at its gargantuan size, but he felt a source of pride. The body Damien stole, the cock he was forcing JJ to worship--they were HIS first. And somehow he felt perfectly at home in their, his desire to fight fading as he came, hands-free, again.

And during practices, JJ would nestle himself against those big balls, hugging the huge cock, recognizing the voices of his coach and his teammates. Part of him wanted to cry out, to let them know he was there, but the giant world was too frightening to him now. He only felt safe cuddled up to his giant, protected by the big protective cup that kept him nicely tucked in.

And as the new JJ dominated the field, the little man in his jockstrap reveled in the cheers, knowing it was his body the crowd was cheering for, his skills that brought them victory. Meanwhile, he just stated in his humid little pocket, safe with his giant, happily breathing in the sweaty musk that used to be his.