Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2017 23:16:13 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: "Keoni the Surferdude Changes Skater Ryder" (sci-fi/fantasy) Keoni the Surferdude Slowly Changes Average Skater Ryder by kooldoggie But over the next couple of weeks, the new average skaterboy that Ryder had become would be compromised by scheming, uber-confident Keoni. Perhaps the most dominant of his personalities, the chill Hawaiian surferboy was looking to control Ryder once more. The new skater was pretty much a more boyish, smaller and cuter version of the studly surfer, but it would take only one incident to let Keoni slowly take control, until he would be fully returned as an uncontrollable quirk in skater Justin's life. It happened shortly after the skaterboys arrived at the school where their former jock personalities had dominated, but, unfortunately, here they had no history. They wandered the halls for a bit, looking for a classroom they only had a vague inkling of, only to be told by all the concerned teachers that they didn't belong here, and they probably should go back to the school they actually went to. The confused freshmen wound up going back outside, with a nerdy hall monitor yelling at Ryder to put on his shoes; he had been barefoot this whole time. The pissed-off Ryder just flipped him the bird; he wasn't he even sure where his home was, so he had no idea where his shoes could be, and besides, he didn't really care. Tired and upset, Ryder and Justin found the very spot behind the gym where Ryder had transformed into Aiden the alternative jock just yesterday, and they decided to sit here, where they wouldn't be bothered. And so they both leaned against the wall, beside their boards, Ryder stretching out his legs and his cute, tanned, size 9 ? feet. Just looking at those feet made Justin hard again. He didn't know why. He couldn't remember having a foot fetish before, but something about Ryder's cool barefoot lifestyle just turned on his boyfriend so much, and Justin lazily began massaging the feet, knowing they must be tired from treading the sidewalks and hallways of the school all day, although most of the time they had been on their skateboards. Ryder sighed and purred, closing his bright blue eyes and letting his cute mouth drop open slightly in relaxation while his boyfriend worked his magic on the blonde's feet. The soles were fairly dirty but not as black as they would have been had they not been riding their boards. Justin didn't like dirty feet, but still, he was compelled to kiss the boy's feet a little, and he licked along the top of the feet, from the ankle to the long, narrow, tan toes, kissing them a little. "Oooooh, yeah, man, keep doing that!" whispered Ryder, something triggering in him. He sort of remembered another incident like this, only recalling in vague impressions how River had given Keoni's big feet similar treatment, relaxing him enough to transform into Kieran. A shudder went through skaterboy Ryder's body as a feeling of chill goodness ran through him, the impression of cool Keoni strengthening. "Ahhhh, fuck, dude, you're awesome!" approved Ryder when Justin massaged and licked his toes. Already, to Justin, the boy's voice sounded a tad deeper, a little more mature than a freshman's. The skinny boy's skeleton struggled to lengthen a bit, but the process would be excruciatingly slow, and a change in environment also would be necessary for the result to flourish. By the end of the day, however, Ryder would be an inch taller, matching Justin's 5'7", and he would gain a few pounds in light muscle, ending the day at 122 lbs. Nothing very noticeable, but Justin would suspect something was up very soon. Concluding the massage, the shaggy brown-haired boy leaned up to kiss Ryder's cute mouth, noticing the way the dreadlocked skater tongued him was slightly more aggressive than usual. "So, what do we do now, babe?" Justin asked him. Ryder just twisted up his mouth, his average intelligence struggling to come up with a solution. Something was pulling at his will, telling him that even with the increasing warmth of the spring season, Seattle was going to be way too cold for his liking. This boy needed sun, so he could continue to go barefoot and shed his shirt as well. "Um, dude, you think we should just head to Cali? The skating would be pretty cool along the beach there!" Justin seemed perplexed, this seeming like a most odd solution to him, and how the hell were two freshman high schoolers supposed to get there on their own anyway? But Justin trusted his boyfriend's direction, and he just nodded his approval. "We can hitch there, dude," Ryder continued. "Don't worry, I guarantee I'll keep us safe!" said Ryder firmly, the confidence of Keoni growing inside him. They skated along the suburban streets, the perspiring boys taking off their shirts and tucking them in the back pocket of their baggy shorts as they quickly got to the edge of town, the shorts slipping down their slim hips to show off much of their underwear. The two cute boys did get a lot of attention, and it wasn't long before a car on its way to Big Sur picked them up. By the next day, the two would find themselves in Northern California. As they rode south in the back seat, the shirtless boys rested their heads against each other, Justin now noticing that somewhere along the way Ryder had lost his ball cap, his bright blonde dreadlocks laid bare. The brown-haired boy didn't think much about it, his cap on almost all the time, and he simply leaned his cheek against the warm, sleeping boy, realizing he couldn't rest his head against the taller boy's hair the way he used to. Ryder was steadily growing. By the morning, they were left at Big Sur, Justin putting on his shirt again as it was still too brisk for him, but Ryder seemed to be reveling in the fresh air and watched the waves crash against the rocks. Something was definitely stirring in him. He began to feel his skateboard wasn't enough for him to live life to the fullest. "Duuude, killer waves!" the young skaterboy said in an even deeper voice than yesterday. Justin thought the shirtless, tan kid, his muscles, though still lithe and supple, outlined in bold relief, looked a bit older now, perhaps 15, and he seemed to have a maturing hotness to him that was keeping Justin perpetually hard. Ryder sucked in the air, his hard pecs pushing outward slightly, the small brown nipples forced to expand a bit, but still unnoticeable. He brushed back his now-shoulder-length dreadlocks and thought they really had made the right decision to leave Seattle. They stayed on the beach that day, frolicking in the waves and the sun, and they slept on the sand that night, Justin taking out his horniness on his cute boyfriend and topping the still slender skaterboy. Ryder purred once again, but within a few days, as he steadily grew, he would be taking control of smaller Justin. The next day, they continued hitching down the coast, stopping along the Central Coast before finally getting to Venice. Each day, the increasing sun and warmth seemed to transform Ryder even more. By the time they got to Venice, he would no longer respond to his name, insisting that Justin now call him Keoni. The nervous brunette skaterboy simply agreed. He no longer felt like the more dominant one in their relationship, Keoni now standing a pretty studly 5'10", 135 lbs., the tight muscles swelling under increasingly browner skin. The dreadlocks had grown shaggier, now trailing down his widening shoulders, starting to creep down his back, and they were a much brighter blonde than when the boys had started their journey. And although the fine skating along the boardwalk was what had motivated the move, Keoni now didn't seem satisfied with a land board. He brooded as he rolled the skateboard back and forth with his tougher-looking size 11 feet, the hemp anklet somehow forced to expand to meet his growth. Justin was happy to join fellow high-school skaters in their play, but his blonde boyfriend kept looking toward the waves, wanting to join the chill surfers out there. "Hey, dude, I'm gonna rent a board and try some surfing, k?" he told Justin, the brunette noticing the voice was even deeper and slower than before, a drawl developing so unlike Ryder's quick, intelligent speech. Justin merely nodded, happy enough to see Keoni developing so nicely. Already, Keoni had flipped it on Justin, making love to him on the beach and pushing his now eight-inch cock deep into the smaller skater, Justin enjoying every minute of it. Even before they had arrived in Venice, Ryder had somehow misplaced the shirt that was usually in his back pocket anyway, and so now he had no choice but to be constantly barechested, his tan growing several shades darker, now approaching the deep mahogany of the Hawaiian surfer. Now, he scratched a longer, browner hand against his low-hanging cargo shorts, feeling they simply weren't appropriate for him. Besides, he didn't want to get them wet in the surf. He peeled them off, deciding his boxers were good enough for now, and he scratched at the trail of small, pale hairs that now travelled from his sparse pubes up to his deeply indented navel. He was no longer a hairless freshman, although the hair was confined to below his navel and a light coating on his lanky forearms and lengthening shins. After renting his board, he ran into the waves, a little shaky at first when standing on the board, but master surfer Keoni quickly took control. Within an hour or so, the newbie surfer was slicing through the waves with ease, putting the other surfers out in the blue to shame. By the end of the day, when Justin was tired of skating, he found his stunning boyfriend emerging from the waves even further transformed, not much left of the skinny, average skaterboy in the now six-foot, 150 lbs. surferdude, lithe muscles bulging under his dark bronzed flesh, his big feet now size 12 and still growing. Keoni whipped the wet, bright dreadlocks off his beautiful face, a bit of blonde stubble on it, and smiled widely at little Justin as he planted his board in the sand. "What up, dude?" he drawled lazily as he took the skater in his arms. Justin noticed the ratty boxers he had gone into the waves with had transformed into a pair of flowery, blue boardshorts, barely hanging off his slim hips. Keoni now had to lean down to kiss his boyfriend, and he introduced Justin to his new surfer posse, saying, "Hey, my new buds say the curls are really killer down in the OC, and there's even a nude beach there so I can ditch these shorts!" He laughed giddily, the stoner surfer now fully in control, even if he had quite a bit of growth left to go to make him king among these Cali boys. So Justin joined the surfer crew in a ride even further down the coast, chilling to music in the car while Keoni lazily stretched his legs and hung his bigger feet out the window, while he cradled Justin against his warm chest with one muscular arm, the hard pectorals now broad and curved. Justin kept staring at those beautifully elongated tanned feet, and Keoni noticed, saying, "Hey, um, you mind doing what you did before, dude?" The message was understood. Keoni brought his feet back inside the car, adjusting his pose so he could lay his legs in Justin's lap, and the skaterboy licked along the toes, causing the surfer to groan in ecstasy, kicking in a little more growth. Within a few minutes, the feet would be size 13, and Keoni would have to re-arrange his body yet again, having grown another inch. Justin continued to massage the big, tough feet throughout the ride, causing the other surfers in the car to giggle. Still, Keoni paid no mind. He was loving every minute of this new sweet life, purring, "You're the best boyfriend ever, dude!" And Justin was stoked to be making his new dominant boyfriend so happy. Once back in south OC, Keoni and the surfers reveled on the nude beach, the now 6'2", 155 lbs. Keoni slipping out of his boardshorts as soon as he could and splashing into the waves. He laughed happily, at last back in his milieu. Over the next few days, Justin enjoyed the sight of the boy who had been Ryder finishing his transformation, the tan darkening to a dusky brown that highlighted every taut muscle in his fitness model body, from the bulging pecs and hard-carved abs down to the striated thighs and calves, the feet settling in at last at size 16, while Keoni now towered over the rest at 6'7", his weight maintained at a light but dense 175 lbs., perfect for maneuvering the longboard he now cherished. The skateboard he once carried everywhere was now only for using when the surf was flat, though Justin doubted the tall dude could maneuver that well on a board meant for a small 5'6", 118 lbs. freshman. But he would not have a chance to use it soon. At last, a couple of weeks after they had left Seattle, now living full-time on the beach, horny Keoni came in from the surf determined to change his skater boyfriend again. Justin had been pretty mopey lately, though he tried his best to fit in and even slipped out of his shorts so he could be as nude as Keoni, though his paler, skinnier body couldn't have been as attractive as the surfer god. Keoni, his thick platinum dreadlocks now hanging halfway down his back, shook the wetness from himself and stretched his lithe body out beside his boyfriend. "Dude, it's time," he drawled, as he pressed himself into the naked youth and began humping him in the primitive fashion he enjoyed. Justin groaned and took all of Keoni's prodigious ten-inch member, letting the surfer energy trigger the change. Both boys groaned as Justin's lanky body stretched, the bones lengthening to bring him to 6'3", while his weight went up to 160 lbs. of hard, lithe muscle. His tan kicked in and deepened to a nice coffee color, while the shaggy brown hair turned bright blonde and and straightened, the locks pouring out from his scalp to hit his shoulders and go a bit further to his shoulderblades, a long, straight mane more appropriate for a rockstar than a surfer, but Justin made it work on his cute yet manly face, his eyes now a sea jade green that popped in his tan face. The longer, size 13 feet couldn't compete with Keoni's, but still Justin rubbed their feet together while Keoni made love to him, bringing him to completion. At last, Justin the new chill surfer dude was there, and he gasped as he came onto the sand, Keoni pouring his own seed into the muscular yet pert rump. "Ahhhh duuuude," both drawled almost at once. They laughed a little and kissed each other passionately, Keoni once again having the life and boyfriend he wanted to love. "We're not leaving this beach again, man, never!" Keoni said, as he chilled and smoked some bud, his third session today, keeping his mood mellow and his gentle blue eyes spacey and vacuous. "Nah, dude, never!" agreed Justin, as he took a puff as well. The boys were set...for now.