A Little FitzMagic (Patreon)

This story was a request by one of the new Bosa Tier patrons, L.B. Wolf. Hope you all enjoy!

Francis was a dedicated student which was how he had managed to secure himself a full-ride scholarship to Harvard, but he didn’t want education to completely dominate his life. As such, in his freshman year of university the young black man had forced himself out of his comfort zone by frequenting the student common areas on campus whenever he wasn’t in a class. In a short amount of time he had amassed a small circle of close friends, something he couldn’t exactly say about his time in high school, and barely a single week in the two years since Francis had enrolled at Havard had gone by without the friends doing something sociable together.

Besides Francis, the group consisted of three others: Niall, Connor and Harry. Niall and Harry were both openly gay and sleeping around with other guys (and each other) while Connor was upfront about his bisexuality and was even in an open relationship. In comparison to his friends, Francis was completely sexless and even though his friends had never pressed the matter and were perfectly respectful at all times, he still hadn’t had the confidence to open up about his own homosexuality to them. He wanted to, he just struggled with actually vocalizing it, and froze up whenever he thought that he had finally worked up the nerve.

It probably didn’t help that Francis had developed something of a crush on Harry. While he was certainly attracted to Niall and Connor too, it was Harry who most frequently starred as Prince Charming in Francis’ sweetest dreams, sweeping the twink off of his feet and carrying him over his shoulder in fireman style. Harry wasn’t even close to the most muscular guy on campus but next to Francis’ slender frame, he might as well have been a giant. He was two years older than Francis, with thick stubble and a hairy chest and all three of those factors appealed to the younger student’s secret DILF kink. It would take a few more years before Harry really matured into the beefy daddy that he was destined to be, but he was already plenty hunky enough to keep Francis’ heart beating fast and the front of his pants getting tight.

None of the four were athletes but they all had a passing interest in football, so when Connor happened to win four tickets to a Buffalo Bills playoff game, he was quick to extend the invitation to his peers. Having only rarely attended football games in the past (he’d avoided them at high school due to the torment he’d received from the elitist jocks there and unfortunately his college schedule didn’t always leave time for him to catch the Harvard Crimson games either) and certainly never a professional NFL game, Francis was understandably nervous. He wasn’t the best in crowded places at the best of times and the playoff implications of the game meant that it was likely the crowd would be rowdier than ever, but he was also unwilling to miss out on such a special opportunity with his closest friends.

Francis’ anxieties persisted for the entire journey to the Bills stadium and as they made their way through the complex to find their seats, but the young man was soon able to distract himself with one of his favorite hobbies: people watching. He had an innate ability to scout out hairy daddies who would later populate his dirty fantasies, and there was certainly no shortage of them at the football game. Francis knew that none of them would ever look twice at him, as he was the kind of guy who blended into a crowd thanks to his average facial features and skinny body, but he still had fun fantasizing about them ditching their friends to show him some appreciation instead.

While there was definitely an atmosphere of excitement for the game ahead, that didn’t seem to be all that the Bills fans were hyped for. There were some whispers that Ryan Fitzpatrick, a former Buffalo Bills quarterback and Harvard graduate himself, was present and that rumor definitely caught Francis’ attention. While he wasn’t the most versed in football players, it was all but impossible for him not to know who “FitzMagic” was considering he attended the quarterback’s alma mater and there were consistently articles about him being published in the campus newspaper. That had encouraged Francis to do a deep dive into the man and it was fair to say that Fitzpatrick was perhaps the perfect embodiment of his type: burly, beardy and definitely boner-inducing. Unfortunately it seemed that nobody had actually seen the veteran quarterback yet and it sadly remained an unsubstantiated rumor but Francis continued to look out for him nonetheless. Maybe if he was really lucky, he could even get a picture with him!

As the friends worked their way through the crowds milling around the merchandising stalls and towards their seats Francis found himself not only getting separated from the others by the mass of bodies, but also becoming the unfortunate victim of a spilled drink! The purple liquid that spilled from the cup seeped right through the back of his shirt and caused him to shiver as the cold substance made contact with his skin. At the very least the man responsible had the sense to look guilty and immediately apologized, although without much finesse:  “Oh shit, bro, I didn’t see you down there! My bad!”

Red-faced and stammering that everything was fine, Francis quickly hurried away towards where the men’s bathrooms were so he could try and clean himself up. He muttered a prayer when he discovered that he was alone in the room but he still felt self-conscious as he pulled his shirt off to survey the damage. Unfortunately it wasn’t good news: the back of his simple white tee was completely ruined from the drink stain!

Figuring that he had little choice but to make a quick escape and then make excuses to his friends for ditching them, Francis was about to pull the shirt back on when somebody else entered the room. The student was so mortified at the fact that he had been caught with his shirt off and his skinny chest exposed that it took him a moment to realize that the new arrival was the very same guy who had caused the damage in the first place! The shame-faced man (who was way too much of a pretty boy to be Francis’ type, but that was beside the point) held a Buffalo Bills jersey in his hands and quickly extended it towards the bare-chested twink.

“To make it up for the damage I caused,” the pretty boy explained, “And for the short joke. That wasn’t very cool of me.”

Francis wanted to verbalize an agreement but he was still trying to get his head around the fact that he was being offered a replica jersey as an apology. Those things weren’t cheap! Not only that but Francis quickly realized that it wasn’t even the jersey for a current player, but rather a vintage Fitzpatrick jersey from the years he had been with the Bills! “I- I can’t accept that,” Francis declared weakly, although he very much wanted to. It simply wouldn’t be right, given its monetary value.

“I insist,” the other declared, all but forcing it into Francis’ hands. “Sure, it might be a bit big at first, but it’s better than the alternative. Besides, I think you’ll grow into it.” As the pretty boy spoke he was already taking steps back towards the exit. Then, with a quick wink that might have even been flirtatious, he disappeared and left Francis alone in the bathroom once more. The twink was at a complete loss at how the encounter had played out and that he was now in possession of what was probably a much sought after collector’s item! Now I’ve definitely gotta find Fitzpatrick, if he really is here…

Sure enough, as the pretty boy had predicted, the jersey was about two sizes too big on Francis and looked almost comical with how hung around his slender shoulders, but he was immediately enamored with it as he took a look in the mirror. He couldn’t wait to see the looks on his friends’ faces when he finally reunited with them and told them what had happened to him! It was so wild that they might not even believe them. Hell, Francis was still struggling to believe it himself even as he left the restroom behind and finally made his way into the seating area.

As he approached his friends he was immediately bombarded with questions that ranged from amused to concerned, but Francis was most touched by the look of relief that flashed across Harry’s face once they had locked eyes. The questions about how he’d gotten his jersey lasted for only a few minutes before Connor and Niall got bored and redirected the conversation elsewhere and truthfully Francis was relieved to have the conversation navigated elsewhere. He was never too fond of being the center of attention, as much as he appreciated the friendship he had with all three boys.

The football game started just a few minutes later and the friends were immediately engrossed in the game, with Harry in particular being very vocal in his support of the Bills during their opening drive. It got off to an exciting start, with the Bills making a massive drive down the field thanks to the efforts of their quarterback Josh Allen and their talented tight end Dawson Knox. Niall had been outspoken about his attraction towards both men, so hooted and hollered loudly in appreciation whenever Allen successfully fired the football with his cannon of an arm into Knox’s capable hands.

Although he was the friend with the least pre-existing passion for the game, Francis was delighted to find himself getting engrossed within the athletic contest. When the Bills quarterback threw a rare off-kilter ball that ended up being intercepted by the opposing team, the black twink groaned in dismay alongside the rest of the fans around him. As he shook his head and returned to his seat (he had jumped up to his feet in excitement after Allen had made an incredible throw some minutes earlier and had remained standing since), the smooth lower region of Francis’ face became populated by the faintest traces of stubble. Such impossibly fast growth was doubly impressive for the fact that Francis had never been able to grow so much as a few whiskers on his chin, but now he had a full five o’clock shadow! The twink remained unaware of his new facial hair and instead busied himself by taking a drink from his water bottle and focusing back on the game, hoping that the Bills defense would quickly make a stop.

By the end of the first quarter the Bills were leading with seven points to their opponents’ three and the general atmosphere in the stands was positive. The spillage incident from before the game had been pushed to the back of Francis’ mind and he was actually more relaxed among the army of Bills fans than he had thought he would be. The Harvard student had been so wrapped up in the events of the game that he had failed to notice his height creeping up and finally settling at the six-foot-two mark, making him the tallest out of the four friends, although strangely none of them felt the need to comment upon it when they struck up a conversation during the brief lull between quarters. All four young men simply accepted that Francis had always been the tallest amongst them and they had the memories to match; Francis himself could quite clearly remember hitting a growth spurt early on in his teen years.

During the game’s second quarter a far more prominent change happened to Francis’ body, with his dark skin growing lighter and lighter after each and every play. By the time they had reached the two minute warning it was all but impossible to perceive Francis as anything other than a white man. His transition from one race to another had also caused the composition of his hair to shift underneath his beanie, with his short curly hair growing out straighter and lightening from black to a dirty blond. The faint stubble that lined his jaw had continued to grow as well, becoming much more pronounced and growing into a modest (although not completely unruly) beard, which he absently itched as he watched the Bills prepare to take the snap on a third down play.

The crowd erupted as Josh Allen delivered a perfect pass to Stefon Diggs in the endzone, putting the Bills in the lead as they moved into halftime, and Francis cheered as loudly as the rest of them. As he showered praise upon the home team, his nasally voice dropped down several octaves to settle at a much more traditionally masculine bass. “Let’s fuckin’ go, Bills!” he roared, much to the delight of his friends. Under normal circumstances they probably would have been surprised by how invested in the game Francis had become, but their altered memories now suggested that he had always been the one in their friendship group who was most invested in football. After all, he was the only one of them who had ever actually played the sport before, although given how slender he still was, the only role on the team he had suited was as the kicker.

Rather than sticking around for the halftime entertainment Francis made the decision to head back into the stadium foyer and grab something to eat, and much to his delight, Harry elected to join him. The pair ended up grabbing a slice of pizza and a beer while making small talk about their classes but as their conversation continued, Francis began talking about his time at Harvard in the past tense as if those days were long behind him. Harry hung off of his every word as Francis recalled the time he had spent as a member of the Harvard Crimson football team, and the bearded white man enjoyed the attention he was receiving from the younger man.

“By the way, have I mentioned how much I love the beard, man?” Harry announced suddenly, looking almost bashful as he made the declaration. The compliment prompted Francis’ facial hair to grow even further from his face and become bushier, but having it at such length felt perfectly natural for him.

“Oh yeah?” Fryancis replied, his lips twisting into a pleased smile. “You can always give it a touch, if you want.” He was delighted by the admiration in Harry’s eyes and pleased that the younger man quickly complied, reaching out and softly playing with the bushy beard for a few moments. Harry had a decent amount of stubble himself but there was absolutely no way he could possibly match up to the majestic collection of hair that dominated the lower half of Fryancis’ face.

When the bearded man had purchased a pizza slice for each of them from the stadium vendor he had been rather confident that it would satiate his hunger, but after wolfing down his slice it quickly became clear that it simply wouldn’t do. Harry seemed quite content after his single slice but Fryancis quickly purchased himself another slice of the Pepperoni-coated goodness and began to munch away on it. As he did so, his skinny frame began to rapidly fill out with muscle and fat, both things he had been severely lacking previously. By the time he had finished off that second slice and licked his fingers clean he had gained almost eighty pounds to settle at a total weight of 221 lbs which made for quite the pleasing sight when paired with his six-foot-two height.

The extra pounds had definitely made their presence known in Fryanc’s arms, which had gone from skinny pencils to mighty weapons, and his legs, which were now as thick as tree trunks, but there was nowhere that his growth was more notable than his torso. The chest that had once been flat and even somewhat concave had blossomed with power, forming a solid pair of pecs and a firm midsection that while lacking abs still possessed a strong core. He was suitably built for taking hits out on the football field, which quarterbacks like him sometimes had to do - although it was definitely preferable if their O-Line held up and kept them safe from contact!

A healthy forest of hair spread across Fryanc’s pectorals to match the lumberjack-esque aesthetic that was created by his bushy beard, and that hair continued down to form a trail to his belly button and further below, underneath the waistline of his pants. A small amount of hair then grew across the quarterback’s forearms and thickly built legs, as well as across his back and shoulders. He didn’t see much point in trying to tame the wild hair that grew across his body because he was never going to be one of those pretty boys, especially now that he was almost pushing forty years old, so he was more than happy to let it grow out however it wanted to.

Once he was content that his stomach was full enough, Fryan made the decision that they should rejoin Niall and Connor in their seats. Getting through the crowd was fairly easy now that Fryan towered over a good number of the Bills fans and he enjoyed the way Harry stuck close to him so that he wouldn’t get swept away in the rush for the fans to get back to their seats which had been caused by a tannoy announcement that the third quarter was about to kick off. Much to Fryan’s surprise though, their journey back to their seats was interrupted by one of the fans who seemed strangely hyped to come across him and asked for a selfie. Although momentarily confused, Fryan agreed so as to not upset the man and smiled into the front-facing camera of the man’s phone while Harry stood awkwardly just out of frame.

As the phone screen flashed a bright white to capture the photo, the last few elements of Fryan’s transformation were triggered and his facial features began to shift to adopt the familiar visage of a popular NFL journeyman quarterback. Fryan’s nostrils and lips thinned slightly while his brow became more pronounced and his eye color transitioned from hazel to blue. Suddenly it didn’t seem quite so bizarre for the man to be stopped for photos, as his recent memory suggested that this wasn’t even the first such selfie request he’d received while attending the Bills game. The thirty-nine year old man chuckled as the fan thanked him for the time and hurried off to show their friends the photo that they had just taken with the one and only Ryan Fitzpatrick!

“Let’s just push on,” Ryan told Harry, pressing his hand to the small of his younger friend’s back and guiding them back towards the main area of the stadium. Connor and Niall lightened up with excited smiles as they were joined by their classmate and their NFL quarterback friend. The relationship dynamics in their friendship group had seriously shifted as a result of Francis’ transformation into Ryan, although none of them could remember it being any different. Connor and Niall had met Ryan through Harry after the pair had matched on Grindr and had charmed Ryan so much that he had even invited the pair to join him and Harry in a few of their late night romps. They would never completely steal his attention away from his handsome young boytoy but they definitely proved their worth with their tight bodies and love of worshiping his hairy physique.

The third quarter of the game was soon underway and Ryan was so absorbed by the impressive performance that his former team were putting on that he was easily able to tune out the excited whispers from the crowd around him. The Bills continued to put points on the board and despite the chill in the air, the excitement led to various guys in the crowd stripping down to their bare chests. In the sheer excitement of another Bills touchdown, Ryan reached for the bottom of his jersey and pulled it up and over his head to reveal his hairy, burly chest and brought his arms together for a flex that tensed up all of his strong muscles. The crowd around him erupted in cheers for his method of celebration and there were a few cell phones turned in his direction to capture the moment but Ryan had never really minded the attention.

As the game came to a close in the fourth quarter, it was clear that the Bills had completely dominated their opponents and would be progressing further into the playoffs, with hope for a Super Bowl win in the near future. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric and the fans, including Ryan and the three younger men with him, were celebrating as if they were taking home the Lombardi Trophy. 

While they were on their way out of the stadium the NFL quarterback would be invited out to various bars by fans, but he already had plans and politely turned down those offers. No, he was going to be taking Harry and his cute friends back to his hotel room so they could have a few celebratory drinks and then strip down in the bedroom, where they would worship his hairy body, run their hands through his bushy beard and call him “Daddy” like their lives depended on it. It was going to be a night that the quarterback wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon, although the former Francis would never actually remember that day’s most significant event…