Keoni and Kalani the Surferdudes Become Sean and Marco the Soccer Studs by kooldoggie
Six months had passed since Keoni had turned Justin into Kalani, another perfect, tanned, chill-as-fuck surfer who just enjoyed spending every day outdoors, barefoot, completely naked whenever possible. Memories of who they had been before had faded away, as well as knowledge of what might happen if they left their ideal environment, and so the dangerous opportunity for another change arose when the boys, Max included, went on a long-desired surf trip down to Baja. This time, however, the change wouldn't be quite that extreme, but still would aid in helping return the two at least part of the way back to the skaters they were at heart.
With not a clue in their stoned brains of what was about to occur, the boys parked their beat-up van by a pristine, isolated beach, Keoni puffing out his bronzed, bare chest as he inhaled the fresh air. "Duuuude," the stoned-as-fuck surferboy uttered succinctly, letting the tone indicate to the other surfer studs that he was utterly stoked to be here. The other blonde boys smiled goofily and nodded their agreement, then bounced out of the van and got their longboards down from the van's roof.
A long afternoon of perfect waves followed, Keoni shooting the curl on every given opportunity and constantly proving to the other surfers why he was their king, as he whipped about his long, platinum mop of dreadlocks, which now reached down nearly to the middle of his muscular back. By the end of the day, all three boys were tired but also horny, and they considered packing it in, maybe finding a place to camp so they could set up their tent for a little privacy. Keoni massaged the growing hardon in his flowery boardshorts, hanging low on his slim hips. He really wanted to have these two boys in the worst way, as soon as possible.
Max took the initiative, saying he would head back to the van first and start bringing over their camping equipment, as Keoni and Kalani stuck their boards in the sand and collapsed on top of each other, taking a break and agreeing to come help Max in a little while. As the cute blonde twink jogged away, the other two exhausted studs made out for a little, rubbing their stiffening cocks together through their thin, wet shorts, thinking it was best to just let Max do all the work this time around...
And then they heard the sounds of laughing and slangy Spanish spoken, as they noticed just up the beach a group of local teen boys were playing soccer, kicking around the ball with their bare feet, the Mexican youths enjoying the remaining sun in either tank tops, open button-down shirts, or just shirtless, as they ran up and down the shore with swift, athletic strides. "Cute little jocks, man," Kalani mentioned, shaking the water from his blonde shag. "Yeaahh," Keoni drawled, looking upon the scene somewhat dreamily. They both shifted uncomfortably, no longer from the stiffness within their shorts, but from the sudden longing both had developed for joining the group, though they knew they really didn't have soccer skills, and the Mexican teens would probably laugh at them if they tried to invade their game. The two Cali boys' lives were about surfing and skating, not really much else, any other sport of pretty much no interest to them.
But somehow that had changed, as an agitated Keoni rose to his big size 16 feet, putting a long, tan hand through his drying dreadlocks as he sighed. The boys were pretty cute, too, though probably underage, as if Keoni would really give a fuck if they were! But the longing was already there, and Keoni had a feeling, though it was unconscious, that his perfect surfer life was about to end, again. "Dude, I feel kind of funny," Keoni said, his voice cracking, his eyes still fixed on the soccer players. "Yeah, me too!" complained Kalani, whose respiration seemed to have increased, as he, too, rubbed his blonde hair nervously.
The 6'7" Keoni suddenly groaned, his eyes closing as the feeling washed over him. All of it suddenly had become unnecessary, the surfer lifestyle, the tall, ripped body, all of it... The chill hippie surfer within desperately begged himself not to let go, promising anything if he could just remain naked surferboy Keoni, but the time had come for Keoni to say bye-bye again. He envisioned a much smaller guy, not exactly short, maybe more average, quite a bit cuter too, just like those Mexican teens. As he groaned again, the change took effect: Keoni began shrinking, inch after inch stolen from him, as simultaneously the long, thick mass of dreadlocks began working its way up his back, the stalks unfurling themselves at the same time, the platinum color beginning to darken back to a more yellow shade of blonde. The tight muscle thinned and softened a bit, ever so slowly, no longer necessary for riding killer waves, maybe just enough left for kicking balls...
Kalani groaned, too, as he felt the changes burning in him. He looked at the dark youths down the beach, suddenly really digging their exotic, sultry look, and much of the total blondeness began to wash away... Keoni fell to one knee, breathing heavily, his pecs now half their size, the puka shell necklace above them now replaced by a dogtag on a silver chain with the name SEAN on it. The magnificent dark, mahogany tan was fading, too, by several shades, still staying rather dark, but he was now a dude who spent some time indoors for school or work, not every fucking day on the beach. The flowery boardshorts shifted until they were mid-thigh soccer shorts, dropped low to show just the brand of underwear, maybe a little lower still.
The body had shrunk by nearly a foot and fifty pounds, finally settling in at 5'8", 125 lbs. of exceptionally lean, tight soccer player muscle. The tanned feet had shrunk several sizes in proportion, winding up at a much cuter but still athletic size 10 ?. A small tattoo of a soccer ball appeared on the hairless calf of his skinnier leg, a calf that was lean and slender but still dense with muscle for kicking power. What little blonde hair had been on his body had been shaved away for added speed. The smaller dude rose to his feet, feeling so much lighter and compact, wiry with quick strength. Sean took in a deep breath, appreciating the small but cut muscles in his bare, coffee-and-cream colored chest, from the firm pancakes of his pecs to the shallowly ridged six-pack, maybe just a sliver of baby fat over them. His face was rounder, boyish and cute, with an upturned nose, freckles across his cheeks, a bit more mature-looking than angelic 70's Ryder had been, but not by much. His green eyes, shaded by long, golden lashes, were those of a jock, not a big jock by any means, but a tough, determined, take-no-shit boy whose quickness earned him a well-deserved reputation, as well as the nickname "Sean the Flash". He smirked as he appreciated the name, raising a smaller, more delicate hand with a few silver rings on it to smooth down the bangs straying from his wicked top-knot ponytail crowning his styled mop of golden blonde. The sides and back had been buzzed down, but that top knot was still thick and bright, giving his look a definite edge.
The boy behind him sighed and walked up to kiss Sean lightly on the neck. The once blonde surfer hunk Kalani was now the model-cute half-Mexican athlete Marco, his complexion definitely more on the swarthy side but able to highlight every cut muscle in his equally impressive stud body, a bod that often appeared in ads for athletic products, earning him an impressive income for one so young. He was a bit taller than Sean at 5'10", appearing just a tad skinnier as they shared a weight of 125 lbs. His long face was lightly tanned, dark brows above warm, hazel eyes, and he too, was crowned with the same top knot hairstyle, his a medium brown with blondish streaks running through it. The tattoo of the Mexican eagle graced one brown shoulder, while another tattoo wrote out "Sean and Marco Forever" on the side of his firm, tiny six-pack.
Sean kissed back his cute boyfriend, then put his bare foot on the nearby ball, tossing it in the air with his foot, while Marco ran down the beach just before Sean kicked it over to him. They liked playing on the beach, barefoot of course, though their Adidas soccer cleats were somewhere nearby if needed. They had forgotten all about Max, as had Max, now somehow all the way back at Venice Beach chillin' with his surfer crew, forgotten there ever were a Keoni and a Kalani.
The two boys, here on vacation with their Mexican teammates, kicked the ball down the beach happily, soon joining the other boys and engaging in a friendly game with them as well. Later, when it was just the two of them to face the chillier night, they could put on their team sweaters and start a bonfire, snuggling happily on the beach before they fell asleep. It was a good life...