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Walking A Mile In Aaron Donald's Shoes
🕑 Added 2021-07-18 10:57:47 +0000 UTCBased on an idea from YuriVolte on Discord!
Trevor had worked as a janitor at the training facility for the NFL’s Los Angeles Rams for almost six years, but it was his first time actually entering the locker room. His usual role was cleaning up around the office spaces, but he’d been reassigned after one of his coworkers had booked vacation time, and so there he was. Some of his co-workers might have considered it an unlucky draw, but not Trevor. He’d long been envious that somebody else got the honour of cleaning up after that army of athletic studs, and he relished the opportunity to walk upon the same floors that they did. The fact that their musky scents continued to linger in the air while he worked was really just the icing on the cake for him.
For obvious reasons Trevor kept his salacious fascination with football players a secret from his employers and co-workers, but he had long dreamed of having the opportunity to worship their incredible bodies. He often wondered where those desires had come from, and one logical conclusion he came to was that it was birthed from his envy over their physical superiority. Trevor’s whole life had been dominated by low self-esteem and a long series of bullies that had cultivated within his own mind that he’d only ever be a failure. That belief had become so deep-rooted that no amount of therapy (as if he could even afford it!) could possibly break him free from such a miserable existence. Life hadn’t just passed Trevor by, it had conducted a full hit-and-run on him.
It was an unfortunate truth that Trevor’s exterior matched the rather dismal nature of his brain. He was anything but a “looker”, in fact he made a habit of avoiding cameras and mirrors whenever possible. With a pot belly, pockmarked skin and only a small amount of hairs still adorning his temples, Trevor was well past whatever prime he might have had. He was only fifty-three years old but his lack of self care had left him looking ten years older than he actually was. In his dreams he was a young stud like the men he was currently tidying up after, but there was no way to make those dreams a reality - or at least that was what he had always thought…
While there was definitely no shortage of desirable beef on the Rams team, nobody had quite captured Trevor’s attention like the team’s star defensive player, Aaron Donald. He was recognised as one of the very best in the league at his position, and it also wasn’t uncommon for him to rank extremely high on lists of the hunkiest NFL players. Aaron was able to pull off both an intimidating scowl and a goofy grin with complete ease, and he radiated confidence as if he owned every room he walked into. He was a god to Trevor; a god who had unwittingly left a pair of sneakers below his locker to serve as an object of worship.
All thoughts of behaving in a professional manner and continuing to carry out the required tasks of his cleaning job immediately vacated Trevor’s mind. He dropped down to his knees like a man possessed and delicately plucked the cleats from the floor. The familiar ferocity of Aaron Donald’s manly scent greeted the janitor’s nose almost immediately, and when he held the shoe to his face and inhaled as deeply as possible, he was swept up in a wave of uncontrollable lust. Within moments he was harder than he had ever been in his life, his diminutive four inches still managing to tent out the front of his shorts. Switching shoes with one hand, Trevor palmed his arousal through the fabric with the other and closed his eyes to imagine a scenario where the football stud was actually giving him permission to worship him like the whore he was.
After bringing himself to the edge of eruption, a fresh idea spawned inside Trevor’s mind. He kicked off his boots with great haste and started to replace them with the athlete’s sneakers. It was little surprise to Trevor that his dainty feet were absolutely dwarfed by the behemoth’s shoes, but just knowing that the shoes he was wearing belonged to such a dream hunk was enough to send him tumbling over the edge and having the most intense orgasm of his life!
Trevor had little reason to suspect that his scandalous act of selfish desire would have any further effect than a little bit of lasting shame, but he couldn’t be more wrong. Even as he stood there, his chest rising and falling as he took in several deep breaths to try and recover, his body was starting to progress through a number of most unique changes.
Those changes started with his feet, naturally, with the cleats growing increasingly more comfortable as the parts within them both lengthened and widened. The digits of his toes thickened up until the sneakers were a perfect fit. Of course, having such large feet attached to such slender legs was a strange look, so Trevor’s transformation continued with the rapid inflation of his calf muscles, as if they were balloons being pumped up ready for a celebration. Moments later and his thighs were joining in the fun: his flabby skin became taut as the muscles underneath bloomed and blossomed until his quads were as large and dense as watermelons.
The disappointing flatness of Trevor’s ass was soon rectified by the cheeks plumping up to form perfect curves, only stopping once they were proud globes of muscle and fat. It was a miracle that his work pants had been so loose fitting on the janitor initially because now they were stretched to their very limites over his incredibly dominant lower half and the tightness across his thighs and ass made him feel like either area might rip at the seams if he dared to take even a single step.
Even though he’d shot his load just moments before, the erotic effects of the transformation were causing him to get hard again in a much quicker turnaround than he’d expected, given his advanced age. It was impossible to ignore though how much thicker his shaft seemed to be as it grew harder, and the four inches he’d previously felt so ashamed of was now twice the size. His rod was an almighty eight inches and already dripping with pre-cum as his increased weight of his balls made them sit lower, packed full of much more potent seed.
His upper half was not left out of the fun for much longer. The fat contained within his rotund belly began to dissipate until the paunch that had inspired so many jokes at his expense was almost entirely gone without so much as a stretch mark remaining! Instead the missing weight made its presence felt elsewhere, powering up the muscles of his chest and abdomen until his shirt was splitting in its desperate attempt to try and contain his impossibly wide frame. Pecs rose from his briefly-flat chest like dough in an oven, the muscles ending up so much firmer than the flabby man-tits he’d had previously.
The sad bags of weight hanging from the underside of Trevor’s arms were reconstructed into substantial tricep muscles, while the disappointing hills of his biceps became almighty inclines. His arms were cannons, packed with power and impossible for his sleeves to contain. His forearms were thick and lined with the pronounced veins of somebody who made sure to keep himself in a prime athletic state. Even Trevor’s hands grew to better accompany his new arms and he watched in wonder as the lines on his palms shifted subtly in response to his internal makeup being entirely rewritten.
As the transformation progressed further up Trevor’s body, his skinny neck thickened as his body developed the necessary muscles to protect the weak spot. His facial features were rearranged without mercy: his nostrils widening, his lips plumping, and his brow becoming heavier. His swamp green eyes darkened into a beautiful chocolate while the lines of age around his eyes and mouth vanished to time, leaving him with a completely clear visage. His hair grew back in, much thicker than it had ever been, and settled into a shorter cut that he never would have dared attempt even in his youth.
Despite the massive changes to his physique, Trevor’s transformation wasn’t quite done with him yet. His pinkish skin soon began to darken, fading into a luxurious brown that seemed to fit his new body all the better. Within moments he knew that nobody would perceive him to be a white man; he was undeniably African-American, and felt a newfound pride in that fact.
Even though he knew what to expect when he opened the locker door and looked into the mirror, seeing Aaron Donald’s handsome face looking back at him was still enough to take Trevor’s breath away. Talk about a dream come true! He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so excited in his life - or turned on, as his rock hard length demanded attention that he was all too happy to give! Trevor had never for a moment thought that he’d really get the chance to walk a mile in another man’s shoes, but he was sure as hell thankful that he’d given into those forbidden desires. He didn’t know how long it would last, but he was going to enjoy every single moment of it!
On the other side of Los Angeles, the real Aaron Donald had been forced to pull over to the side of the road when his stomach turned and twisted in a dramatic fashion. He felt like he was about to vomit, so staggered away from his expensive sports car and into a row of bushes that would hopefully stop anyone from recognising him. That was of little issue anyway, as a few minutes later he emerged with a whole new look, that of a fat and balding white man he only vaguely recognised as being one of the creepy janitors some of the boys on the team liked to make the subject of gross jokes.
Even stranger though, as he returned to his vehicle, the sports star discovered it had been replaced by a beat-up truck that looked like it was at risk of falling apart at any moment, and his clothes had been replaced by the uniforms worn by the LA Rams janitors. He knew he had to do something and fast, but as he entered the vehicle he was overwhelmed by the sensation that he was going to get in trouble for missing work. The locker room wouldn’t tidy itself up, after all, and football players could be such slobs!
