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Coach’s Appreciation

Noah had always felt unappreciated by Coach. He was the top player on the team and yet, Coach didn’t seem to give him the light of day. Noah walked off the field after securing another win for his team. Surely, Coach would say something to him. Even if it was just a quick “Good job, bud”. But Coach didn’t say a word.

Noah sat alone in the changing room and sighed.

“I wish coach would appreciate me more”

As soon as the words left Noah’s mouth, a hot wave surged through his body. It was a hot sensation. Tingly. It felt... good. Pleasurable. Noah tried to hold his moans in but he just couldn’t.

“Oh fuck, man. This feels so good” he grunted.

And just like that, Noah felt the heat flowing throughout his entire body. Noah sat back and let the pleasure flow through him. He moaned through wave after wave of pleasure, until he noticed something strange. The waves of pleasure seemed to be... inflating him. Like some kind of inflatable sex toy. First his biceps grew, becoming thicker and beefier. His legs grew to the size of thick tree trunks. His neck became thicker, making him look like some dumb meathead.

“Ugh, fuck it feels so good” Noah moaned in pleasure.

The pleasure gathered in his pectorals. The heat flowed over his pecs causing them to begin fattening. His pecs slowly started growing soft and round. His nipples becoming fat and suckable. The slightest touch of his nipple would send Noah into an orgasm. The pleasured continued to fatten them up. Noah couldn’t do anything but moan in ecstasy as his lean pecs fattened into a pair of juicy fuckable tits.

“No. No not this. It’s going too far!” Noah yelled. “I’m beginning to look like some dumb bimbo”

Noah ran for the door. His big tits jiggling and bouncing. It was making him so feel so slutty. Noah was disgusted when he realised... a small part of him liked it. Noah’s cock became rock hard. The thought of his tits being fucked by Coach almost made him cum in his jockstrap. Noah tried to resist, but he was losing himself to the sluttiness. Noah knew by the time his himbo body was finished inflating, he would be ready to blow his brains out.

Noah’s eyes rolled back into his head as the waves of pleasure continued.

“I’m such a good fuckable slut for Coach, hehe” Noah femininely giggled as he squeezed his juicy tits together.

The pleasure slipped it’s way down from Noah’s fat tits straight into his ass. Noah could feel his cheeks growing rounder. It was making it hard for him to walk. His himbo cheeks grew so round and fuckable. The kind of ass both straight and gay men would forcefully fuck their load into. Noah’s walk towards the exit began to slowly shift into a waddle as his cheeks got fatter and fatter. So round. So perky. So voluptuous.

“OooooooOooOooooo, my fat cheeks are jiggling. It makes my pussy feel gooOoOoOOd” Noah’s eyes crossed as his big himbo cheeks clapped behind him.

Noah felt the pleasure begin to dissipate from his body. There was nothing to cloud his judgement anymore. Noah turned to the mirror and let out a gasp of horror. His quarterback body had been transformed into that of a dumb fuckable himbo.

Noah was in shock as his football gear began to change. His gear began to look too small for his body. It was almost like it was shrinking on him, extenuating his new perky fuckable figure. His shoulder pads disappeared into thin air. His shirt becoming tight around his new fuckable pecs. His shirt becoming a crop top. His trousers shortening and transformationing into a frilly feminine skirt. White fishnets appeared on Noah’s thick muscular legs. He looked so insanely fuckable.

“Oh fuck. I’m on the verge of cumming. I’m gonna cum my brains out. Maybe if I reach Coach, he can fix this... maybe he can get me help or... slip his fat finger in my pussy and make me cu- OOOOoooOooooOoOooo FUCKKKKKKKK” Noah moaned as he came all over the mirror.

And just like that, Noah sealed his fate. Noah came out all his smarts. All his ambition. All his heterosexuality. All his masculinity. He was now nothing more than a dumb inflated fuckable slut for his Coach.

And so, Noah got what he wanted. He may not have known it, but Coach was a dominant gay man. So, Coach’s attention was now always on Noah. Whether Coach watched Noah’s pecs bouncing on the football field or Noah’s ass jiggling when he fucks it, Noah finally got the attention he had always craved.

And he couldn’t be happier.

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DANIELS DARK FANTASY

Man ends up wishing for giant balls and a bear to look after his every need

Daniel thought it was a good idea at first. He'd wished that his dark fantasys come true. Little did he realise how much Gaz the genie knew about him. Next thing he could tell a leather gas mask was over his head and he was strapped to a chair, all his clothes were gone.

"So let's see what we're dealing with ay" A rough voice said from somewhere in the room. Dan tried to speak but his mouth had a tube and gag wedged inside forcing him to cough and splutter before he felt a heavy hand on his face "shhhh, dont struggle boy"

The man grabbed with his other hand at his naked balls as he wriggled under the straps. The hand was huge and calloused, he knew it was a bear, a huge muscled bear as he always fantasied. Instantly his rod got hard as the hand worked his manhood. "Oh you ain't seen nothing yet boy" he squirmed again being called boy. It made him want to call the bear daddy back if only he could.

"So...let's get these up to size shall we boy" The bear grunts as he stepped back. Suddenly his balls ached, filling with cum in seconds, then they grew. Soon the wise of oranges, he yelped as they became to big to fit on the chair and fell forwards, snapping to a stop in the sack. "MUUUUMPPHHH" He protested as he realised that his wish meant all his fantasys. Even the ones in his head. He began to worry what else was in store as his balls continued to swell as the sack expanded to keep up.

The bear pushed the sack back with his foot and the massive balls, now well over the size of footballs, swung slowly between his legs like pendulums. Both pulsed and churned loudly like two water filled tyres.

"Looking good don't give up" the bear cheered as Daniel struggled and began to shake. He was sweating, his sack was holding up the weight of two kegs and as they swung they yanked harder. His dick was rock solid as his eyes watered in his mask.

Suddenly he felt them touch something cold and solid and they stopped swinging. Then the weight began to lessen as they rested on the floor. "MUuuUuuuuppphHh" he moaned as the bear moved behind him. "Think we can let ya out now boy" as he snapped some clamps and in a few loud clicks his body fell forwards.

Daniel tried to stand but he was almost anchored by his new huge balls. His hard dick only pulsed a few ropes of cum as he yanked and pushed. Almost moaning from the effort. Another spurt, this one larger got the bears attention. "Your about to get your wish boy" as he learnt down, his thick musk was over powering. Like a toxic fog spreading, the stink stuck to him. His huge balls started to swell again as his dick thickened, but only slightly. His own stink began to become stronger the sweat he was dripping now yellowed and thick with rank musk. "M-make it stop! Please they hurt-UUUURGH!"

He snapped his head back as his massive balls buzzed and tge sound of sloshing cum became deafening to him. Like a hose his cock was erupting all over him. After a few seconds he tried to cover it with his spare hand but he coukd only wank off hard as he could. His body not doing as he wanted. Still the ropes of cum splattered endlessly as his hands were slapping up and down, his whole lower body dripping in warm musky jizz.

"Thats gonna last a while boy" pressing down with a foot onto one of the massive hairy balls. Like a balloon under pressure the amount of cum trippled as his arms continued to work his balls and shaft, his face taking the brunt of the blast. Now it was like a shower, it wasn't going to end anytime soon. He begged between orgasmic thacking of his cock. Unable to move or do anything than splatter and spray cum in all directions as he was now sat in a puddle of it. "Its too-too much-i cant-"

The bear laughed "Sure you can, this is you fantasy boy. Here, let me help" he said as he stepped forwards, his armpits raised, Daniel knew he'd never escape. His body lurched for the musky prison, his balls held him back as he landed in his own cum. His arms also didn't behave and kept working his balls and cock, Cum kept flowing, his balls so massive they'd never run out as his dick arched to force enough out. But they continue to swell, like his fantasy... it would never end. He was a ball of wanking meat now, unable to stop, unable to to do anything than work his ever swelling cum factories.

"Another happy customer" Gaz grinned.

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Never Wrong a Woman

Tristan had a blast on the night of his 19th birthday party.

Cheap booze, hot girls, bongs aplenty in the dining area, baggies filled to capacity with weed. Tristan’s parents were out for the weekend and he promised them a quiet gathering with a few close friends and the house intact by the time they returned.

He lied on both accounts. Boys will be boys, they say.

The party itself was essentially a cover-up for a giant university orgy. Tristan himself brought a pair of girls to his room and let both of them go to town on his dick with their mouths and pussies. Tristan was a proud member of the wrestling team, and as such, he owed it to his bros to invite the hottest chicks in school: the cheerleading team, the debate team, that one coach from the girl’s lacrosse team that looked like a milf. He wasn’t into that stuff but, eh, different strokes for different cocks. 

Feeling generous, Tristan let the entire wrestling team run a train on all the sluttiest young women from school right in his home, down to the corridors of the top floor, to the laundry room, and even his parent’s office! Tristan and the boys couldn’t help himself. After all, Tristan and his team were a bunch of virile horndogs. Tristan himself had no trouble getting girls. He had dark skin, a pretty face, abs, and a big dick. Everything girls were into these days.

You can’t really blame young men for having sex all the time. After all, boys will be boys.

Tristan made sure everyone in the party was drunk as hell and down to fuck. The two chicks he slept with? They would never do anal on a regular day. Tonight, how could they say no?

By the time the party was done, the house was trashed with food, alcohol stains painted on satin sheets and white carpets. There were cracked bottles of beer on the side of the porch. The house stunk of drugs and inebriated teenagers and sex. After everyone had busted their nut, did their socializing, and wrung their sobriety dry, people began to filter out one by one out of the house. 

Tristan greeted his buddies on the way out. 

“Yo, Paul, see you in practice bro!”

“Brian, bruh, you’re wasted as fuck. Don’t fuck anymore girls on the way home.”

“Come back anytime, Veronica. As long as you bring that fat ass, aight?”

Tristan slapped Veronica’s ass on her way out. Veronica would’ve slapped Tristan back if she hadn’t been high out of her mind.

“Yo, Tristan, what’s up?” Tristan looked over to see his two best friends, Andre and Jalen, walking towards him. The three exchanged a series of hardy bro-hugs.

“We’re planning to sleep over, bro.” said Jalen, the light-skinned one. “We can’t let our parents know we skipped out of a family dinner to get wasted and fuck girls.” He smiled sheepishly. Andre and Jalen were stepbrothers. What a jarring coincidence that these two black boys, both with similar body types and same interests, came to be stepbrothers. 

“Yeah, bro.” Andre raised his arms and sniffed himself. “We smell like a forest!”

Tristan sighed. “I guess you guys could stay. My parents don’t come back ‘till Monday.” 

“Alright!” Andre cheered. “You hear that, bro? Let’s watch some NBA in his parent’s room. I hear they got hi-def!”

“Wait, don’t break anything-” Tristan called out to both brothers. They climbed the stairs fervently and were gone in a snap.

Tristan kicked the rest of his guests out. He didn’t remember inviting so many people. As the crowd thinned out, someone that Tristan wasn’t quite expecting to show up, did.

“Yoohoo, Tristan.” 

The familiar voice caused Tristan to jerk his head to the source. “Stacey, what’re you doing here?”

As a matter of fact, Tristan knew what she was doing here, since he did invite her. Tristan had been in a relationship with Stacey since the beginning of university, but they broke up about a month ago. Tristan had cheated on her, but a man could only apologize so much for his wrongs. He invited her to his party as a final olive branch, but he wasn’t expecting her to actually come by.

“Hey, Tristan.” Stacey flicked her red bangs away from her face. “I was hoping I’d see you before the party was over.”

“Uh, yeah… Glad you could make it.” Tristan looked down and shifted his feet. He had everything to do with this. In fact, he wanted them to make up. And yet, he was nervous.

“Listen, Tristan.” Stacey put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Both of their eyes met. “I just wanted to apologize. I know I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder these days, but I just want you to know that I forgive you.” 

Tristan couldn’t help but smile. “Stacey…”

“Some people just aren’t right for each other. And besides, how could I expect such a hot guy like you to stay shackled to a girl like me.” Stacey gave Tristan’s shoulder a final rub. She reached inside of her pockets and fished out a small gift bag, handing it to Tristan. “Anyways, happy birthday. Don’t forget to say hi in chemistry!”

And then she was off.

Tristan felt conflicted. On one hand, he was elated that they made up, but on the other hand, he felt like Stacey was a little too happy. 

How could I expect such a hot guy like you to stay shackled to a girl like me? No self respecting girl says something like that! Not unless they were planning something…

Tristan went to his room and plopped on his couch. Boy, was he exhausted. He was about to reach for the side of the couch to check for his phone, but Stacey’s gift held his curiosity instead. It was such a tiny bag. What could possibly be inside it? Now’s as good a time as any to check, he pondered.

Tristan grabbed the bag and reached in. He revealed a small black box wrapped daintily with a bow. He opened the box, anticipation gripping his throat. Inside the black box was a…

Thong?

He held it up to his face, confusion muddling his brain. It was a blue thong, almost as tiny as his fucking hand, something he might expect one of his bitches to wear before he shags them. What kind of sick joke was this? Or maybe this was something Stacey previously had and was gave to him as a naughty gift? He took a quick sniff. Nope, brand new.

Tristan got up and threw the box against the wall. Tristan was baffled. And angry. But for some reason, he was also… intrigued. He looked at the flimsy thing in his hand. It would surely tear to shreds if he tried it on, but wouldn’t it be amusing if he did?

Well, no, said the rational part of his brain. The adventurous part, however, said Fuck it.

Tristan stripped in front of his full-length vanity. He couldn’t help but stare at himself. He stuck his tongue out and flexed. No wonder the ladies were all over him. 

Finally he slipped himself into blue thong, one leg at a time. He had to shove his nuts and flaccid dick along the curvature of the tiny piece of fabric, since they kept slipping out. He held the straps above his hip and let go. He checked himself out in front of the mirror. He looked good. His package kind of looked ridiculous, but he couldn’t help that he had such a huge schlong.

As he was checking himself out, he heard a knock on the door. “Tristan, are you there?” It was Jalen. “What’s taking so long man? Let’s play some COD.”

Tristan froze. I guess it wouldn’t be a big deal if Jalen saw him with just a thong on. I mean, they were wrestling buddies AND they’ve fucked girls together before; they’ve seen each other with much less. Besides, he trusted that his homies wouldn’t do any of that gay shit in his house.

“Uh, come in?” Tristan called.

Jalen peeked in the room. “Tristan, where the fuck-” Tristan and Jalen made eye contact. He watched Jalen’s eyes widened. 

“Stacey?!” Jalen yelled. “What’re you doing in Tristan’s room?!”

Stacey? Tristan looked absently around the room. Where the hell did Stacey even come from, Tristan thought.

“Bro, what’re you talking about? It’s me, Tristan.” The words came out of Tristan’s mouth but for some reason, it didn’t sound right. Not that the sound of his voice was different, but rather, the way he said it was…off.

“Nah, quit playin’ with me. You’re definitely Stacey…” In the corner of his eyes, he saw Jalen fondling with dick through his sheer basketball shorts. And Tristan couldn’t stop looking.

“What the fuck were you talking about, dumbass?” There it was again. He could’ve sworn he sounded different. Girlier, maybe. Bitchier… Sluttier? Tristan’s head was spinning. He glanced at the mirror and almost recoiled at the sight. 

It was Stacey’s reflection staring right back at him, boobs and everything, sharing the same horrified expression. Tristan looked at his own body, but nothing has changed. What the fuck was going on?

“Yo, Andre, come here!” Jalen yelled. “Looks like Tristan left us a little surprise, heh.” Jalen nearly pounced towards Tristan. “You ready to have some more fun, baby?”

Uh, what the fuck?! Tristan began to back away slowly but he felt his movements slowed. His resolve to get away was almost non-existent. It was like a part of Tristan wanted to remain passive. 

Jalen got behind Tristan, wrapping his arms around the the stud that he “thought” was Stacey. Tristan tried to wrestle out of his grasp, but found himself weak, surrendering to Jalen’s powerful, masculine arms. 

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of you…” Jalen began to manhandle the fuck out of his bro, squeezing his pecs and playing with his tender nipples with one hand, his other hand clasped firmly along Tristan’s hip. “You’ve got some bangin’ tits, baby.”

Tristan couldn’t stifle his moan. Lost in ecstasy, he felt himself slowly crumple unto Jalen’s rock hard body. His body felt like it had a mind of its own. His own pecs felt like they were inflating, growing and growing with each twist and pull of his nips.

“Fuck Jalen. Aah..ugh! Haah…” Tristan squeaked like a bitch in heat.

In the midst of his pleasure, the door swung open. “Jalen, I heard noises-” Andre stopped dead in his tracks, watching his stepbrother Jalen fondling Tristan’s muscled tits. “Jalen, bro, are you fucking Stacey?!” He gasped.

Jalen smirked. “Hell yeah, bro! Come get in on this. I’m about ready to see what her slutty little mouth can do.”

Andre’s surprised face turned into a grin. “Aw yeah, let’s give ol’ Stacey a fun time!” He laughed. Andre sauntered over and started kissing Tristan. 

Fuck, Andre’s lips taste so good!… Wait, why am i thinking that?! This dude is my -uh!

Tristan felt a wet finger slip into his pussy… er, ass. He groaned in pain and ecstasy.

“Fuck, she’s so tight bruh.” Jalen shoved his fingers deeper into Tristan’s hole, jamming it inside his manpussy rhythmically. Tristan stood on his toes as he gasped for release. He felt his ass growing with every pulse inside. Tristan caught a glimpse of himself in his vanity. 

He couldn’t believe what he saw. Who he was…or rather who he wasn’t. 

His reflection no longer showed Stacey, but some white, bimbofied man who’s been doing too much steroids.

Tristan couldn’t believe that the person in the mirror was him. He didn’t want to.

His thoughts were interrupted by Jalen’s finger-fucking madness.“Fuck yeah, let me fuck her pussy! I can’t wait any more!”

“Heh, you got it bro.” Andre lifted Tristan up like some plastic doll and threw him unto the bed. “You have no idea how long we’ve been wanting to get a taste of you, baby. We didn’t want to fuck you while you were dating Tristan. Y’know, bro code.” Andre straddled on top of Tristan, perching right on top of his inflated pecs, and whipped his cock out. 

Tristan’s eyes widened as he saw the mammoth of a schlong that was Andre’s meat. “Heh, they don’t call me donkey dick Andre for nuthin’! Open wide, bitch.”

Almost instinctively, Tristan opened his mouth, welcoming Andre’s fat cock into his throat.

“Good girl…” Andre moaned, stroking Tristan’s hair.

“Alright, time for me to give Stacey here the fuck of her life.” Jalen said. Tristan felt Jalen’s huge cock entering his walls. He wanted to scream inside. Whether because of agony or desire, who could say…

“Shit… Tristan never told us this Stacey felt this good.” Jalen moaned. His fat cock penetrated Tristan’s virgin ass like a wrecking ball penetrated concrete. Quick, forceful thrusts released Tristan’s inhibitions, his shouts and screams filling the room.

More. Fuck me. Please, harder!

“No kidding, bro. Look at this slut go! How do you like our dicks, baby? Bigger than Tristan’s, eh?” Andre jammed his cock against Tristan’s inner cheek and slapped him. “Looks like she’s agrees.”

“I’m about to cum, bro!” Jalen roared. “Let’s both nut inside her, dude. Leave Tristan a big surprise when he comes back!”

Andre laughed. “You got it bro.”

One. Two. Three!

Tristan felt both his holes fill with manly seed as both Jalen and Andre gave one last push into both his orifices. They roared as they nutted into Tristan, masculine and powerful moans rattling Tristan’s inner psyche. 

Tristan’s brain whirred inside, finally attaining clarity. He loved being fucked by men. He had no use for his dick anymore, only his pussy and his mouth. He loved being fucked by his teammates instead, loved feeling what a true man really felt like inside him.

“Come, bro. Let’s play some COD. We’re done with this bitch.” Jalen turned to leave.

“You got it bro.” Andre gave Tristan’s hair a ruffle and his cheek one gentle slap. “Say hi to Tristan for me, babe.” They slammed the door on their way out, leaving Tristan on his bed, stained with cum, holes open. 

A changed, slutty man.

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Hyperspermia Pt. II

Continued from PART 1

I stood there, slackjawed in awe. In the forefront of my mind, I saw the guy I've always been; deeper down within me, yeah, something was off. Of course I was always slim, I was always sinewy. Though, if that's the case, why couldn't I shake that feeling? Maybe it was the fact I was wearing Alejo's shirt and jockstrap... Maybe it was the fact that I'd cummed so much my balls ached...

"Yo, dude! I'm bootin' up Smash Bros, hurry up!" Alejo called out from his bedroom, snapping me back into reality. Though, just to be safe, I snapped a quick selfie. In case something was off, I would be able to compare before and after at least.

I walked back into the room, and Alejo grinned. I picked up the dripping fleshlight from my seat, tossing it back onto his bed- droplets of our mingled spunk flying across the room. Plopping down onto the couch, I picked up the controller off the floor and leaned back as Alejo tossed that firm and strong arm around my shoulder. As the game flashed to life on the screen, the confusion over my reflection just melted away.

"Fuck, bro. This is the fuckin' life! Kickin' back with your buds, strokin' and tokin'." His enthusiasm and cheerfulness hadn't taken a single hit in days. That newfound energetic zeal and laid back persona had lasted throughout the nightly fleshlight swapping, the copious amounts of cannabis, the scary movies, the 'deep' conversations... the new Alejo was a different man, and he was more than willing to share that energy. "Speakin' of which, pack a bowl for us so I can kick your ass off this platform." I chuckled, reaching over to the bong and grinder to stuff more of his weed into the bowl. Though, as I unscrewed the top- horror.

"Oh shit, I think you're out of weed." Alejo paused the game, turning to me with a look of shock on his face. He rose, searching through drawers, shoeboxes, the abyss that sat beneath his bed... indeed his confused face showed we were out.

"Fuck. Aight, I'm gonna go restock on the good shit." He walked over to a pile of his clothes, slipping on a pair of jeans and shoving his big bare feet into his ripe AF1's. "Hang tight, bro. Give me like twenty minutes, I'll be back and we'll be sky high!" He leaned over, high fiving me and ruffling my hair as he walked toward the front door. I couldn't help but follow like a lost puppy, feeling as if I were tethered to my good bro. He turned to me just before turning the knob, and smiled. "Aww, I know you wanna come with. But my plug doesn't like new people around when we buy."

"I get it." I lied, my eyes drifting down to his crotch. He'd only just put on those jeans and there was already a puddle of dampness outlining his dick. "Might wanna clean up before you go, though!" I pointed at his sticky patch; all he did was look down and smirk.

"Heh, can't help it, bro!" He grasped onto his bulge, flashing those bright white teeth at me. "Been churning out my ball batter for days, bro. Free advertising, am I right?" I couldn't help but stare. His 'ball batter' had been coating my cock for hours at a time the last two nights, and the only thing in my head each time I see his wet groin is an image of that firehose spraying down my throat or straight up my cock. Though I thought I was being discreet, evidently I was not. His brows furrowed and he beckoned me toward him with a single finger, his other hand slipping beneath the black band of his underwear.

I slowly walked toward him, that musky funk wafting from his body wrapping around me again. It had become my own private little oasis, the moment it slithered inside of my nose I felt safe and satisfied. Within arm's reach, he let his left hand slide down my back and onto my tight ass, pulling me chest to chest with him.

"Bro, I have a feelin' you're coppin' feelings for me." He teased gently, squeezing my ass as he fondled himself in his jeans. "We got close these last few days, yeah?" Pulling his right hand out of his pants, his fingers were coated in his slimy pre; the scent of his unwashed dick paired with the sharpness of his thick white seed grew stronger as his fingers inched closer and closer to my face. Leaning in, he whispered. "Cuz I think I got some feelings for you too, bro." The slimy fingers pressed against my lips, easily pushing past and into my mouth. The tanginess, the cheesiness, the saltiness, the sweetness... it was like fireworks going off in my mouth as I sucked his 'ball batter' off his sweaty fingers. He smiled even more- I'd given him an answer without so much as a word. "Ooooh, yeah I think we're gonna be playing a different kind of Smash Bros when I get back, babe."

He leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. I felt his tongue slip and slide over mine, the remnants of his slimy spunk being shared between us before he pulled away. He winked at me one final time before walking out the door, closing it behind him. I was alone in the apartment. The moment played on repeat in my head, those supple lips against mine, his hard chest pressed against me, his hand gripping my rear, the pungent taste of that pre... I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted more.

I walked back into his room, realizing quickly that it seemed smaller than before. As if the ceiling had dropped, or the floor had. Looking down at my feet on the floor, I'd noticed they'd left big sweaty footprints from the kitchen to Alejo's room... I turned to the pile of his dirty laundry by the bed, with a raised eyebrow. Surely nothing would have fit, he was at least a foot taller than I was... wasn't he? As I thought about it, he didn't need to bend over to kiss me, he simply pressed his lips against mine... Huh... I must've had a growth spurt. The yellow jockstrap he'd donned on me barely fit compared to an hour ago, though I did end up adding my own pre to the mix after that little make out sesh...

I tugged the yellow underwear down, my erect cock springing upward as I did. Long, slender, slime oozing from under my hood... The little voice in the back of my mind screamed at me that I was cut... his weed must have really fucked me up. I tossed the strap onto the bed, and knelt down, rummaging through the pile of Alejo's clothes. Finding a much better fit in his cumstained black Calvin Klein's, I slipped my big feet through the holes, slipping it up over my thick thighs and onto my lean waist. The band snapped- a perfect fit. I pressed my pulsating bulge against the sticky fabric, sighing in ecstasy at his leftovers from the night before laminated my rod and sac.

A pair of black sweatpants sat deep in the pile, looking comfy as fuck. Pulling them out, they fit like a glove as I slid them up my long legs and right atop my bulging basket. It didn't take long before a little damp patch started to appear on the black fabric, slowly growing in size as I found his beat up Chucks. Size 14... just like mine... I don't know why I thought I wore size 10! Slipping my feet into the well loved, damn ripe high tops, it felt as if they were meant for me. My toes fell right where Alejo's sit, I could feel the depressions where those smelly dogs pressed into insoles. I turned to the mirror, dressed from the waist down in his threads, looking damn sexy. The sweatpants fell just below my abs, the cum gutters pointing directly to my leaky faucet.

I turned and collapsed onto his bed. Closing my eyes, all I could think about was his smile, his scent, that musty cock, that tangy spunk and how it felt in my mouth. I was pawing my throbbing member through Alejo's clothes, not even realizing I was doing it. My balls ached as I moaned, thinking about his lips against mine, about that cock in my mouth, his cum in my hole... I needed release.

My elbow touched something, and opening my eyes, I grinned as I saw what it was. His condom- Alejo's creamed condom, and one with one hell of a load sitting within. It was like my body was on autopilot, my brain could barely keep up. Within seconds I'd untied the knot up top, and pried it open. I brought it to my nose, taking a deep whiff. Fuck, it was so good. It was like sniffing that cheesy cock right under my nose, followed by that sharp cum stench that had sat in rubber for a couple days. A lightbulb went off in my head, as I slowly pulled the waistbands down, releasing my musky member from it's sweaty, slimy prison. I brought the rubber down to my head, pulling my hood down to easily let the slippery rubber slide over it.

I tugged, letting the top heavy condom slide down my shaft, until I felt Alejo's seed at the tip of my cockhead. I sighed in euphoria as the cool slime cascaded over my cock as the rubber fit perfectly in place. I just stared at it for a moment as it pulsated before my eyes. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around it- sounds of the squelching slick rubber holding his load tight against my rod. All I had to do was pull up, and push down. Up and down. His load sloshed around inside of the condom, lubing my cock as I pumped.

My body glistened with beads of sweat, illuminating the sick ink I must've got done recently on my arms. My abs rose and fell with my breath as I pumped, my juicy pecs jiggling as I thrust into my hand. Shit, I could barely breathe... Yet... I needed more. The fleshlight sat to the right of my head, still dripping our loads from earlier. I grinned as I snatched it up, holding it above my face. Globules of our cum rained down onto my face as I kept thrusting into his condom, the fleshlight coming closer and closer to my face until mere millimeters from my face. Oh, the scent.. the taste... As I plunged my tongue into the silicone hole, I must have reached nirvana. The slimy splurge slid across my tongue as I rimmed the fleshlight, lapping up every drop I could. Moans, cacophonous moans bellowed out from within me as I surrendered to the lust. My brain grew fuzzy, my mind grew dim.

I could only continue to thrust into my hand, and bury my face in the fleshlight; nothing else mattered. That craving for Alejo's spunk inside of me, dripping from me, possessing me... it's all that my warping mind could focus on. In fact, so enraptured was I with the filth and lust that I didn't even notice the front door opening and closing. Nor did I hear the heavy squeaking footfalls across the tile kitchen floor.

"Well fuck, bro. Couldn't help yourself, huh?" I pull the fleshlight away from my face to see Alejo leaning against the doorframe, his long dripping python straining against the sticky denim of his jeans. I smirked, my bright white teeth sparkled as his cum ran down the corners of my mouth. "How's about I tag in real quick, would you like that, babe?" I moaned with an unquenchable thirst in affirmation as he unbuttoned the jeans, taking a step forward before pulling down his black underwear to reveal that gorgeous 10 incher and pulsating swollen balls. He crawled onto the bed, grabbing my legs and hoisting them up into the air, my perky bubble butt beckoning for him. "Fuck you're so sexy in my clothes, babe." I feel the slimy head of his dirty cock press against my tight hole as he wraps his hand around my dick in his smelly condom. "You're gonna be even sexier when I fill you up."

He wasted no time, slowly pushing his member past my contracted sphincter. I yelped in ecstasy as he slid inside of me, going deeper and deeper until his sweaty balls pressed against my cheeks. I put my hands behind my head as he thrust into me, pumping my cock in tandem with his rhythm. Slow, sensual, and tender, his pace quickened. My hole seemed to mold to his perfect cock, massaging every inch of him as he picked up the pace. The sound of slimy slaps of our skin grew faster and louder, his grunts and my moans following suit.

"Oh fuck, bro. Your ass is so much better than the fleshlight man. Fuuuuck." Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. You could hear the tendrils of his precum lubing him as he kept thrusting until his breaths became labored and short. "Ohhh. Oh fuck, bro. You want summa this bro batter? You want me to fill you up with this hose?" I nearly screamed in confirmation, one last smirk and a deep slam inside of me, and I felt the torrent of his load flow in. One barrage, two barrages, three... four... five... his cock was indeed a hose, dumping what seemed like gallons from his baseball sized veiny balls into my body. I shot my load into his condom, swearing for just a second that instead of expelling my own seed, it was his rushing into my cock flowing straight into my balls, doubling... tripling... quadrupling their size with the sheer volume of his cum invasion. In that moment, I felt every ounce of strife and anxiety wash out of me. I felt nourished, rejuvenated, virile, and satisfied. He stripped the empty condom off my cock, pulling himself out of me as my hole closed up behind. We grinned, letting our tongues mingle once again, not wanting to part ways ever again. Not even for a single moment. We were tethered, we were one unit together. He pulled away for just a moment before standing up and pulling me to my feet.

"Oh fuck, babe. We're gonna be doing that a lot more often." I grinned, wrapping my strong arms around his waist. "In fact... you down for round two?" He didn't need to ask twice. I spun him around, bending him over the side of the couch; his plump ass begging to be plugged with my musky 10 incher.

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Bianca, or should I say Bianco now, burst into the apartment. His sinewy muscles still dripping with sweat from the run across town to see his man. He called out, walking through the puddles of steaming white slime that had pooled across the tile floor. Our ripe threads and roached joints littered the apartment, our combined musk permeated every inch of the place.

"Yo, babe. Where you at? Why am I so fuckin' horny, bro? I just wanna dump my seed into anything that moves... what's wrong with me?" He walked toward the open balcony door, following the river of spunk and the slurps emanating from the outside. He rounded the corner, turning his head and smirked.

My hands held Alejo's pretty head as I speared his mouth with my tool. Fuck, he knows how to use that tongue as it wrapped around my length like a spiraling snake, my cum dripping like rain out of his mouth as he drank it down. I turned to face Bianco, winking at the sexy specimen of newfound manhood.

"Sup, B?" I gasped as I unleashed yet another torrent of my seed down Alejo's throat. "You want a turn, man? He sure knows how to drink it down, heh." I dismounted my best bro's face, his tongue hanging over the tip of his chin like a panting dog. "I'm gonna go pack us a bowl, bro. You two have fun, eh?" I slapped Bianco on the back as I walked away, hearing the unzipping of his pants and sighs of satisfaction.

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Manhood Exchange

The premise is based on a story I read a while back and forgot to bookmark. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I was in a shopping mall when I got the notification on my phone. Out of habit I just tapped the icon and suddenly I got a large, erect cock filling the phone screen. I immediately became aware of where I was and had a few seconds of panic before reassuring myself that no one else saw it. I moved a few steps to somewhere less open, where no one could walk behind me, and had a look again.

It was beautiful. Massive and uncut, with the skin pulled back to expose the pink, gleaming head. Actually the entire cock glistened like he had made a few strokes with precum on his hand and then positioned himself with just the right lighting to make the veins pop a little extra. The truly remarkable part was however the overlay at the bottom of the screen. “$400, quick trade”

I’d been on the Manhood Exchange app long enough to know a cock like this is usually hundred times that price, if not more. Whatever impression you’ve got from watching porn, people are on a bell curve with cock sizes, and the ones on the higher end of the scale aren’t selling. All the people who used to compensate with a big truck suddenly ended up in the same market, competing for the same cocks, and they make a hell of a lot more big trucks than big cocks. Oddly enough there was a market for really small cocks as well, not quite as high prices, but just as small supply. Normal people like me in the middle of the bell curve with no cash to buy and no cock to sell just had to make do.

It’s not enough for a cock to just enter the market either, which itself is a thread to needle with the 18-35 eligible age span and clean health declaration. For you to find one it has to be bio-compatible for science reasons and roughly the same race for ethics reasons, though the latter is just a matter of money. Obviously I tapped the “Deal!” button in the app before I even checked out his profile. With that kind of cock everyone would know you either had a shit ton of money, or you could get it by selling. The profile didn’t add much though. Just more good-looking images of him and his cock. A text message function as well, but was there really anything to talk about?

You’d think I’d be a bit more careful swapping cock with another man, especially since you can’t swap again until all the cells have been replaced because of some quantum spin entanglement bullshit. Ten years with bad meat is a long wait, but I already knew he was a bio-match and healthy, so it was more Fear Of Missing Out. I had some shit I hope I could fence, so I took an instant online loan and had the whole deal closed before I’d passed Baskin Robbins on the way out. Both I and my normal size cock were excited.

Just ten minutes later the phone chimed again with a proposed time for the swap at 7:20 pm, almost three hours away. Though I didn’t know anything about this less than an hour ago, any delay felt too long, like I hadn’t realized how much I wanted this. What it would mean for my position in the crew. Every minute of waiting was a minute where something could derail everything. My phone could be stolen. The exchange could cancel it for some reason. I tapped “Accept” and headed home with the phone in a secure grip in my pocket.

The instructions after I had accepted were straightforward. Be seated with a naked crotch and open the app ten minutes before the scheduled time for exchange. I decided to be pantsless until then just to be safe, and I set three alarms on the phone. One at 6:50 to sit down, if I wasn’t already sitting, one at 7:05 to be ready, and one at 7:09 to open the app. I sent a text to Shawn and told him I wouldn’t be joining the crew until later, if at all. No details of why.

Then I just sat down in the comfy chair. Three hours to go. I was only wearing my hat, socks, and T-shirt. And my bling of course. The sweatpants and my trunks were in a pile on the floor, and the phone was charging next to me. My cock was pointing almost straight up.

I realized that it would only be my cock for another few hours or so, and I should say goodbye properly. Normally I would jerk off in the shower or in front of the computer, but since I was already perfectly seated and with an erect cock in front of me I just grabbed it and started to remember all the highlights we’d had. When my neighbor Jamar excited came over and wanted to show me something. He was a few years older, but still occasionally spent some time with me. He showed me into the bathroom, lowered his pants, and told me to do the same. Then he showed me that by pulling on his cock he could get it to “bend” in his words. I remembered waking up one early morning with my boxers wet and worried I’d peed my bed. To my surprise they were filled with slime, but just to be safe I put them under the bed to dry so my mother wouldn’t know. I remembered that time I got an erection during a movie screening, and slowly wanked but desperately trying to avoid cumming or anyone else noticing what I did.

I remembered the first time I had sex, the first porn I jerked off to, the first time a date ended in sex, the first time I had sex in a car, the first time I jerked off to a porn video on my mobile. All while doing this I tried to go as slow as I could, like at the movie. Flashing before me were dates, partners, and porn stars, while the top of my cock had some frothy pre-cum. I was shocked when the alarm went off. How the fuck could time have moved that fast. I scrambled to get hold of an old T-shirt within reach, and pretty quickly came into it with a few pumps of cum. Not really the satisfying climax I had envisioned.

Suddenly time was moving slowly again, and I was stuck watching dried off, limp cock in front of me. I became self-conscious about how it looked, worried about if the seller would cancel the trade last minute seeing what a lousy deal it was for him. He’d seen my photos already though, but they were taken erect and with good lighting. What was the cancellation policy anyway? The next alarm went off. Why did I even set that one? I was getting nervous. What if it hurt? There was a lot of news about misteleportations some years ago, and this was way more complicated. I didn’t even understand how it worked. I knew the basics of standard teleportation from school. Every particle is a probability wave that exists everywhere, but the probability of it actually being at a specific point is overwhelming. By manipulating the quantum state you can poke the probability so that it is more likely to be somewhere else. Just a change in probability, so it can move instantaneously anywhere in the universe, given enough math. Swapping body parts between people was way harder, so it was bound to have lots of issues that could happen.

The last alarm interrupted my train of thought. I kind of felt not ready. Rich people did this, so it should be safe to do I reasoned, and tapped the activation button on the phone.

“This will start a legally binding contract with Manhood Exchange Incorporated adjudicated in the state of Delaware. Please identify yourself.” the phone voice said. I pressed the white circle on the screen with my identification finger, the middle one of course.

“Please sign that you are aware that concluding this transaction will replace your penis, testicles, prostate, and relevant connecting tissue, glands, and other structures with a third party as preliminary agreed.” I pressed the circle again, wondering what would happen if I didn’t. The $400 would certainly be gone.

“Please sign that you are aware that this is a one-time transfer option with Manhood Exchange Incorporated that cannot be reversed through quantum transplantation.” I pressed the circle a third time.

“Please sign that you are aware that both set of testicles will be made infertile through this swap.” I pressed the circle a fourth time, not so nervous I barely registered what I had signed. The screen of the phone changed to showing a live video from my selfie camera, showing me half-naked in my lounge chair. “Tap to connect” it said on the screen. I did.

The image quickly changed to show the man from the photos lying down in a white, far more upscale couch than I was sitting in. “Yo, man. You ready to do this?” he asked. His erect cock was just as big as it had looked on the photos, almost looking bigger as it was swaying with his breathing. The instructions on the screen said “Verify the other party is the selected exchange party and that he is seated with exposed crotch.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” I said, and tapped the Verified button on the screen. I could see from his motions that he did the same, and a timer started on the screen, counting down to 7:20. “So, will it fit in speedos?” I blurted out, still feeling nervous and with several minutes to kill. He chuckled. “Shorts are better for swimming, but you want some tight trunks to keep it in place when you’re wearing normal clothes. I use compression shorts a lot.”

“Well, you can use whatever with mine.”

The last 40 seconds we just stared at the countdown in silence. The actual swap was instant, almost silent, though I wouldn’t be able to describe the sound, and without any shimmers of light as you can sometimes see when teleporting. It felt like someone spilled warm water over my crotch, though that quickly went away, but it was replaced with the most amazing, intense horny hardon I’ve ever felt. It was like the cock was buzzing, craving attention. “Enjoy the wank” the other guy said. “What? Oh. Thanks!” I said and the video was closed from his side.

I grabbed the cock with my hand and instantly felt the difference in size. It was almost the size of my wrist. I just moved my hand up and a trickle of precum oozed out and trickled down over my fingers. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and continued where I had left off, thinking about the most recent porn videos, and in not too long I could feel the buildup of a climax, only this time I was unable to force it back. It just kept building and building, and I think I actually moaned out loud as the first rope of cum erupted. Then another one, and another one. Then I had to open my eyes to look at the mess, and it wasn’t any small squirts of cum either. It looked almost comical how my T-shirt was completely soaked in cum, and I was still pumping out a few more ropes.

To my amazement the cock was still semi-erect. I got up and hurried to the bathroom and threw the cum-wet T-shirt. After a quick look at my sticky chest I decided to have a shower. I stripped out of the few remaining items I had on and proceeded to have another wank in the shower. This one lasted a bit longer and produced slightly less cum, but it was still a shocking amount.

I had barely dried and put on my underwear before the new cock started to firm up again. I grabbed the phone and sent a text to the seller in the app. “What the hell is happening with my cock? Were you always hard?”

The app sat silent for a few minutes until a response chimed. “It’s called hyperspermia. It’s a genetic condition, so not a disease in Manhood Exchange’s definition. You’ll learn to cope several hours between wanks. It was the precum that bothered me the most. Just drink a lot of water, always wear a condom, and compression shorts really help, as I said. Good luck!”

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How about a guy who goes to see the Barbie movie and turns into a gay himbo Ken

Mike sighed, but nonetheless followed behind his girlfriend as she led him towards their seats in the theater. She'd been begging him to go see the new Barbie movie with her. Mike had been hesitant, not wanting to be the only guy in a movie meant for girls. Still, he figured that a few hours watching some chick flick wouldn't kill him.

With a huff, the muscle man saw down in his seat and began to focus his attention on his popcorn. The movie theater dimmed and the movie began to play, the large Barbie logo popping onto the screen with bright flashes of bubblegum pink.

The pink lights were so intense that Mike's vision was blurred for a moment, all he could see was a pink haze.

Mike tried to rub it out of his eyes, but no matter what, it was as if he were wearing a hot pink veil over his face. He began to squirm in his seat as his clothes started to feel uncomfortably tight.

His pants seemed to constrict around him, more specifically around his ass. The hunk squirmed around in his seat as he tried to get comfortable, unsure as to what was going on. He chalked it up to his jeans just shrinking in the wash. However, the same sensation started to appear along his chest-- his shirt tightening around his pecs.

Cocking his eyebrow, Mike looked down at himself. The pink blur in his eyes made it look as if his black shirt was now a hot pink. It looked tight and he could even see nubs from where his nipples poked noticeably against it. In confusion, Mike reached up and poked at his chest, his finger sinking in much more than it should, indicating that his clothes hadn't shrunk. He'd gotten bigger.

His heart racing in his larger chest, Mike knew that something wrong was going on. He looked around frantically at the other moviegoers to see if anyone else noticed something.

His eyes landed on the screen right when Ryan Gosling as Ken appeared on screen.

"Wow," Mike gushed, noticing a higher quality to his usual deep voice, "he's, like, so hot."

The big man flinched at the foreign words that left his mouth, concerned with what he'd said and how he'd said it.

"Right?" his girlfriend said, elbowing him. "You always go after the blonds though."

He didn't know why his girlfriend seemed to b playing into what was happening. In his panic, Mike bolted out of his seat and out of the theater. As he moved, he noticed that he moved with an arch to his back, thrusting his big pecs outward.

Mike hurried into the bathroom and gazed into the mirror, shocked at his altered reflection.

It wasn't just his eyes, somehow his clothes had actually taken on a bright pink color. His pecs were huge! They rounded out and protruded off his chest at an obscene angle, capped with large nubby nipples. When he turned to the side, the man wailed at the sight of his massive bubblebutt that was at least three times as large as the perky ass he'd had. His lips had puffed out, giving him a perfect set of DSLs. As a final tough, his hair was now a bright blond.

"I, like, look like a gay Ken doll!" Mike gasped, twittering his hands effeminately as he freaked out.

As he studied his new himbo body, the bathroom door opened and two more men stumbled in. They were also dressed up in bright pink, their pecs and asses inflated to slutty proportions. Their eyes widened as the looked in the mirror and studied their platinum blond hair.

The three men looked at each other, each of them knowing that the Barbie movie had done something to them.

Mike opened his mouth to ask them for help, but instead he heard himself chirp, "Why are we in here? Like, Ken is soooo hot! We should be watching him!"

One of the other men nodded eagerly, although his eyes were panicked. "Totally!" he agreed.

The three men rushed out of the bathroom and back to the theater, applauding loudly when Ryan Gosling's Ken began working out on screen.

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The Spidey Suit has the same effect on any man who tries it on.

This stinky, sticky, stained Spider-Man costume has been part of a tradition in this small college town apartment for years. No one knows who originally owned it, but the lore behind it is relatively straight-forward. Frat boys used to use this suit as something of a hazing symbol, forcing one lucky pledge to put on the suit and party all night in it, drinking smoking, even sniffing poppers, all while dressed as the iconic superhero. Then they’d make him jerk off in the suit, blowing his load right into the blue and red spandex crotch of the thing. Then he’d have to sleep in it, but the poor guy would usually pass out and wake up in the suit, groggy and confused. Somewhere along the way, or perhaps even before the tradition started, this Spidey suit became imbued with a certain dark power. Men who wore it would suddenly become goofy and horny, willingly participating in the rowdy fun of getting as fucked up as possible and cumming all over themselves, never wanting to take off the suit until they were practically forced to by their superiors. I’ve had the suit in my possession for 2 years now, long detached from the original frat house I stole it from, and I can’t lie, sometimes I myself put it on, smoke a bowl, jerk off a couple times. When I had my buddy Max over one night, after a couple beers, he saw the suit in my hamper and wanted to try it on. I was reluctant to let him, Max doesn’t really know about that side of me, and I didn’t want him to see or feel the cumstains or smell the weed, beer, and other foul stains on the fabric. But, in a drunken haze, he persisted, and I watched as he stripped, my thought to be straight best friend, down to his jockstrap, which I was pleasantly surprised to see him wearing. He put on the suit, all except the attached mask, and instantly became a stupid, drunk, horny goon, just like anyone else who wears it. Now Max is sitting in my kitchen in the suit, practically drooling and patting his hard bulge under the spandex, and he even put on his lifting belt and wants to work out in the suit, wants to sweat in it. That’s another one of the suit’s power over the wearer— it seems to make them want them to get it as nasty as possible. I’m gonna let him sweat in it tonight, because Max’s musk smells damn good, and I want it added to my collection of men’s scents on that nasty old suit. He’s sniffing the spandex, as I like to do, and it looks like he’s picking up some patches of poppers stains on the glove, which every now and then still give you a rush if you sniff them right. I’m gonna make Max wear it to bed after his workout, and he can cum in it a few times before he takes it off and gives it back to me… or maybe I’ll just let him keep it, see how many days in a row he wears it before someone tells him he stinks. Hmmm…

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 17: Nippleslüt

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Alpha Derek Hale was taking a shower, a little irritated that he was rock hard and his husband was working the nightshift. Normally whenever Derek got a little frisky, he was all too happy to rush over to Stiles and go to town. However, he was a little miffed that he was all cocked and loaded, yet he was stuck all by himself with just his hand.

“Damn it,” Derek growled as he pumped away at his throbbing cock, even using some of Stiles’s shampoo to help do the trick.

Still, jerking off just failed in comparison to actually fucking. 

Derek was about to just give up and turn the water to ice cold when he spotted an unknown blue vial in the shower. Picking it up, he eyed it and read out the chicken scratch writing on the label that read out Liquid Lust. 

“‘Liquid Lust’?” Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes at his husband’s antics. Stiles had been practicing potions with Deaton, and every so often, Derek would find remnants of his experiments around the house.

Still, wanting to encourage his lover’s endeavors, Derek opened the vial and sniffed at the concoction. It reeked of musk, making the alpha gag and flinch.

Unfortunately, Derek’s jerky movements caused him to lose grip of the tiny vial in the shower, leading it to falling out of his grasp.

“Fuck!” Derek huffed as the smelly liquid fell out of the bottle and landed all over his hairy chest. It splattered across his pectorals, seemingly absorbing straight into his skin. The musky aroma clinging to Derek like it was emanating from him directly.

Immediately, Derek felt his nipples go hard. The little nips perked up before actually stretching out and elongating, inflating until they were large and nubby, looking like a pair of thumbs attached to his chest.

“What the hell?” Derek gasped as he looked down at his altered nipples. He tentatively reached up with one of his hands to prod at them. “What kind of potion is this— OOoohhhh!”

Merely grazing his fingers against his enlarged nipples sent a ripple of pleasure throughout Derek, his voice breaking out into a moan as his knees buckled. His cock throbbed even more, leaking precum. It was like a surge of pleasure never felt before. No amount of sex or jerking off had ever felt nearly as good as just touching his nipple just had.

“Wha-what the fuck is going on?” Derek panted, his meaty, hairy pecs heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. His nipples seemed to burn with want, their own hardness competing with his cock’s, demanding attention from the alpha.

Almost unable to control himself, Derek reached up with both hands, running his thumbs over his hard nubs.

“Uuugghhh!” he squealed, his head rolling back as he toyed with his chest. The pleasure was mind-numbing, and Derek was helpless to do anything besides rub his nipples.

This soon turned to him grabbing a strong hold of both of them with his hands, lightly tugging on his huge nipples. It felt as if Derek had two cocks on his chest, his ignored dick bobbing uselessly between his meaty thighs as he pinched his big nips.

“Oohh fuuuck,” Derek bellowed out, the normally silent guy unable to stop moaning loudly, his deep voice echoing throughout the bathroom. “Holy shit, that feels so good— UUGHHH!”

Derek nearly shrieked as he came, his cock erupting and spewing out globs of cum that splattered against the linoleum in the shower. Basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, the werewolf felt as if he’d just shot the largest load of his life. He couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, rinsing away his cum off the walls. His nipples remained perky and hard, and after masturbating by tugging on them once more, Derek finished his shower and toweled off.

He wiped the steam away from the mirror and frowned when he saw that his nipples were still huge and hard. They poked noticeably off his chest, looking ridiculous on his muscular, alpha male frame.

“Um, maybe this’ll wear off in the morning?” he guessed as he glanced at the vial of the liquid lust, finding no other information about it on the bottle. 

Derek stumbled over to his bedroom, biting down on his lower lip at the shiver that traveled down his spine as the cool air from the A/C blew over his hairy chest, caressing his hard nipples. Just that light sensation was enough to make his cock begin to stir back to life, but he tried to ignore it.

He walked over to his shirt to try to cover his chest, but that proved to be another problem.

“Uuughh!” Derek moaned out again as soon as he tugged his shirt on. His nipples poked against the fabric like crazy, and just the cotton running over the nubs was enough to cause his cock to go erect and shoot out cum.

Derek had to rip the shirt away off of him, panting as he gained a reprieve for his sensitive chest. “What the fuck’s happening to me?” he gasped, his nipples almost simmering in the air as they begged for his attention some more.

That night Derek barely got any sleep at all. He would try to lie down on his back, but whenever the covers brushed up against his hard nipples, he’d go rock hard and have to tug on his nips to ease his horniness. Whenever he tried to lie on his front, it led to the alpha uncontrollably squirming against the mattress, moaning loudly as he ground his chest against the hard mattress, loving how it felt to rub his nipples against it, but also humiliated over what a huge nippleslut he was turning into.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?!” he roared in frustration, looking down at his big nipples. 

When morning came, Derek was slightly relieved to hear the front door opening, meaning that Stiles had come home.

Derek leapt out of the cum-covered bed and raced downstairs to his husband, eager for some answers.

“Hey, Der— what happened to your nipples?” a tired-looking Stiles asked from the entryway once he saw the large nubs attached his husband’s muscled chest.

Derek gestured down at his nubby nipples with a shaky hand. “I accidentally spilt some of that liquid lust potion of yours on them, and now they’re— this! And they’re super sensitive!” he growled, his cock already starting to twitch at the mere thought of playing with his chest again.

Stiles’s eyes widened. “You messed with my potion?” he gasped in shock. “That was just a test. I don’t know if there’s a cure for it.”

Derek paled. “So I’m stuck like this?” he asked, looking down at his hard and sensitive nipples, imagining a life where he’d have to walk around constantly shirtless with his massive nubs on display. They’re so sensitive that he seriously doubted that he’d ever be able to get off again without someone playing with his nipples.

Stiles frowned for a moment before offering a meek smile. “If it helps,” he said, slowly reaching up, “I could play with them, if you’d like?”

He reached up and ran his thumb over one of the nubby nipples, and Derek instantly swooned.

“Ooohhh,” he moaned, his cock going straight to attention. “P-please, play with them some more.” He leaned forward and shoved his chest towards Stiles, looking forward to spending the day having Stiles play with his enlarged nipples, the nubs already tingling with anticipation.

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I love your VR drone tf so much. Being transformed and controled by the hive mind is just so hot!

A sequel to Careful with VR (hypnosis, muscle growth). Glad you liked it! I have a few asks to still get through, but slowly working on them!

“I ain’t gay.” Joey whispers to himself, “Jus’ curious.” He continues, staring closely at the VR headset, “Fuckin’ Derek.” He grumbles, his words garnished with his typical southern accent, “Nobody’ll find out.” He reassures himself.

He was taken aback when Derek came out as gay. In hindsight, there were signs. Even Joey couldn’t help but admit that his buddy was attractive- he should’ve had no issues hooking up with some sorority bimbo at all the frat mixers. But he always brushed them off, never really trying with women.

“You better not be pullin’ my leg.” He thinks, placing the wrist and ankle cuffs on, “Gosh darn, this feels gay already.” Joey holds up what looks like a waist-trainer and chuckles, “Paid all this for Hive X and this is the best they got.”

It was only a few days prior when his buddy came out and Joey couldn’t seem to comprehend it. He berated him with questions, “are you sure?” and “why would you fuck around with men? Haven’t you ever squeezed a pair of tits?” And they kept coming. Derek was never the type to get angry, but Joey could tell his questioning was bothering him.

“Trust me,” Derek finally said, “men are 1000 times better at sucking dick than chicks. And don’t even get me started on the male G spot.”

Joey couldn’t believe that- the very thought of letting some guy wrap his mouth around his dick... it felt wrong. He didn’t even want to get started on anal. But as he sat in his room, thinking more on Derek’s words, he grew more curious. Derek wasn’t gonna suck him off, and the idea of letting some actual guy in real life do it felt wrong. But it kept nagging at him.

“Can’t believe they got it here so quick.” Joey picked up the headset, “Only two hours after I ordered it. Talk about efficiency.”

If he felt put off by the real deal, he figured a VR experience would suffice. Besides, once he proved it to himself, he’d know Derek was full of shit. And with a smirk, he entered the world of Hive X. It was strange- Joey realized that the cold air of his apartment no longer bothered him. Instead, he was greeted by the warmth of a fireplace.  

“Oh god.” He quickly went to cover his junk, realizing he was naked, “Seriously?” He looked around and sighed, “Guess ain’t nobody around, besides...” He let his arms rest at his sides, “Sure they’ll appreciate the show.”

He wandered down a lengthy hallway, walking past various numbered rooms. There was no indication of anything that went on behind those doors- he was just glad he hadn’t bumped into anyone yet.

“Welcome to Hive X.” Joey jumped and turned to see a normal looking, fully dressed man standing behind him, “You appear lost. I am NPC 202. I am programmed to assist guests find their desired location.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for anything special.” Joey replied, “Just gotta prove to my gay friend that men don’t know how to treat another man right.” NPC 202 cocked his head, “Jesus, I’m sayin’ gays...”

“On assessment of user preferences and subconscious, I’ve determined your ideal experience and NPC.” NPC 202 replied, “Please follow me to room 506.”

“Subconscious?” Joey raised an eyebrow, “And what...” But the NPC was already walking off, “Ain’t nothin’ in my subconscious” He reassured himself, before following behind his guide.

“Please enjoy.” NPC 202 says, standing outside room 506.  

Joey nods, his heart pounding in his chest. Was he really about to do this? Was he really going to let some guy suck him off? He could feel his dick getting hard at the thought, part of him feeling ashamed at his response. But with a heavy sigh, he entered the room. He nearly jumped when the door closed behind him, but he tried to keep his cool. The room was nothing special- it looked like a typical hotel room. But then he heard it- the lumbering footsteps.

“So you’re the guy.” Joey’s eyes widened when the NPC made its appearance, “I’m NPC 719.”

Its voice was gruff and commanding. It was taller than Joey, and far bulkier. A mat of body hair covered its chest and abdomen- its beard framing its face. Its eyes were dull, drinking in the sight of the leaner, toned man in front of it.

“You don’t think a man can make another man cum, right?” It was approached Joey, and Joey could only stare, “You wanted to prove that to your friend, right?”

“Yessir.” Joey whispered as NPC 719 pressed him against the door, its musk invading Joey’s nostrils, his dick stirring even more, growing harder.

“You’re in the right place.”

It happened quickly- the man picked Joey up and threw him onto the bed. Joey’s eyes widened as the NPC’s mouth wrapped around his cock. It was aggressive, and Joey couldn’t help but moan as his dick throbbed with pleasure. Joey’s mind was in shambles- he never... he never felt this good. There was no comparison. The sensation around his dick was so intense, his eyes rolling back in his head. And this went on and on... and on some more.

“Pl-please...” Joey gasped, his balls aching, “I need to...”

“This NPC and room are designed for edging only.” NPC 719’s voice was monotone now, “This was determined to meet your needs.”

“But I....” Joey couldn’t finish- another moan escaped his lips as NPC 719 continued to suck him off.

And in the intensity of his pleasure, Joey could feel his legs being pushed up over his head. His eyes widened as he watched NPC 719 line its massive cock up with his virgin hole. Part of him wanted to say no. To resist. But another part of him... another part of him wanted this. He wanted to feel what Derek meant by the male G spot...

“Oh fuck....” He gasped as NPC 719 entered him, its hips rhythmically moving, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him, “Oh god... fuck... please...” He never felt this way- this stimulated. Yet he couldn’t cum. His balls ached bad now, his cock throbbing desperately.

“Conclude experience or initiate NPC trial period.” NPC 719 said, while still pounding Joey’s ass, “This will allow user to experience climax and additional unlimited NPC sessions.”   

Joey could barely process the words or understand what they meant. But he did know that it sounded like whatever this trial period was would let him finally release. He needed this. He needed to feel release. Fuck it- didn’t matter if Derek was right...

“Trial period.... oh god please....” He moaned.

NPC 719 stopped and Joey looked up at it with needy, desperate eyes. Before he could ask why it stopped, he felt a searing pain in his arms and legs. He grabbed at them to no avail, writhing as his body was slowly digitized. But what scared him even more was the apparent changes. As the digitization process moved along his arms, he watched as they lost their muscle- becoming slender and more feminine. His abs becoming smooth, his pecs deflating.

“No please... I didn’t!” He grabbed at his neck- his voice. Gone was his south twang- his voice higher, desperate, and slutty, “Oh god I don’t....”

He moaned again as pain exploded from his backside as his ass expanded- inflating into an irresistible bubble butt- perfect for squeezing and fucking. NPC 719 grabbed a fistful of his new ass and grins, watching as his body hair and facial hair vanish- Joey’s face and lips shifting into that of a pouty, desperate slut.

“Initiating directives.”

Joey’s jaw goes slack and eyes dim as the mainframe connects to his mind. Memories are sifted through and repressed. His repressed homosexual desires unleashed. His pleasure receptors enhanced to mind numbing degrees. Joey can feel his name vanish from his mind, replaced with his new designation- NPC 904. His directives clear. His ass was to be used by visitors to Hive X. He would serve them obediently and in doing so would be allowed to cum. Any sense of resistance or fear being overcome by devout obedience and pride in his servitude.

“I am NPC 904.” It said, “Serving is pleasure. Being used is pleasure. I am loyal to the Hive.” It continued.

NPC 719 watched as NPC 904 was led away, a wave of pleasure from the Hive rewarding NPC 719 for a successful acquisition. Meanwhile, NPC 904 was let into its new room, the warm water from the shower caressing its sensitive body. It grew familiar with itself, squeezing its juicy ass, teasing a sensitive nipple. It couldn’t want to meet the first guy who entered. And luckily for NPC 904, it wouldn’t be waiting too long.

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The Queer-Baiter

The likes were rolling in. Hundreds upon hundreds of them. Ever since Nate had started his tiktok he was used to seeing this type of reaction to his posts. It was easy enough. He had two accounts. One for his straight tiktok audience, and one for the gay men that lusted after him. For every thirst trap he would interchange the words ‘girlfriend’ and ‘bottom’ depending on his audience. He wasn’t gay himself, but if it got him more likes he was willing to cater towards them. In reality, Nate would never do anything remotely gay. He didn’t find men attractive and felt sick at the thought of doing anything with a man. I’m his younger days he was even quite homophobic. In high school Nate’s best friend came out as gay, as a result he disassociated with him.

Poor Brad, not only did he lose all of his friends, his spot on the football team and became a joke to his peers, he also lost his life long best friend. So you can imagine his reaction when he saw Nate pop up on his for you page a few years later.

The tiktok was about him taking his “bottom” out for dinner and how he’d treat them. It was queer baiting at its finest, and it made Brad annoyed. Not just annoyed, but angry.

“I just wish he knew what it was really like to be gay if he’s going to exploit people like that! What a dick!”

Unknowingly to Brad, the universe heard his wish loud and clear.

Nate was pulling his joggers back on when he felt a cold breeze pass straight through him. He shivered and looked over to his window. It was closed. He didn’t give the cold breeze much thought and walked over to his bathroom.

Washing his hands, Nate felt that same breeze again. He looked around to try and work out where it had came from. But nothing. That was until he looked at his mirror. He saw most creeping up his reflection until all he could see was a foggy blur. It was then he saw lines and curves behind rubbed away from the misted up mirror until there was a clear sentence.

“Now queer baiting is a cruel trick,

And you let money lead the way,

Tonight ignorance won’t be your bliss,

Enjoy as you learn what it means to be gay.”

Nate was in complete shock. Someone had to be messing with him. It was a trick. A cruel, elaborate and creepy trick. He reached out to rub away the words, it was then his own reflection grabbed him by the wrist. He looked up in shock to see the still mostly foggy glass. Through the letters, he could see his own eyes staring back at him. Only they weren’t shocked like his, they were lustful. Animalistic. Hungry. With one quick tug, Nate was dragged into the mirror.

Startled, Nate opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a bathroom floor that wasn’t his own. It looked old fashioned. He could hear people laughing just outside the door. Where the hell was he. Standing up he looked into the mirror above the sink. There was his reflection again. This time grinning. Nate leapt away from the mirror and went straight for the door. Nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting outside.

Several big burly men were setting up equipment in a studio. All scantily clad. Some in thongs, some in jockstraps, some in harnesses. He didn’t even have to ask what was happening, he knew. It was a porn shoot. He’d heard of gay tribes and from what he could see, there were men from every one. Bears, jocks, twinks, cubs, otters, daddies. A firm hand landed on his shoulder and pulled him towards the bed. Nate wanted to scream before he felt another hand cover his mouth. He could over hear several men arguing.

“Let’s do the jock cover first.”

“No he needs to be in leather.”

“I thought I’d get the twink shoot first.”

That was when he saw one stern looking older man walk over to him pushing past the other men. The other men in the room all fell quiet as he got into Nate’s face. He was much older than Nate, maybe in his late 50s. He was thick with muscle and fat and has a greying beard as well as a leather harness and hat. Before Nate could make any sense of his situation he felt the hand covering his mouth release as the burly man’s tongue pressed deep into his throat. The more the man kissed him, the more Nate found himself kissing back. He was hesitant at first but the man before him was so alluring. So hot. So sexy. Such a daddy. In seconds he’d completely given in, proving the man’s mouth with his tongue as well.

As they kissed, Nate’s body began to fill out. His arms started to pack on more muscle as did his legs. His pecs started to push out until they were shelf like. His entire body was expanding. Feet, arms, hands, ass. Soon he looked like a beginner bodybuilder. If he could have seen it he may even have been impressed.

It was then that the older man pulled away. Nate instinctively leaned forward to try and find the man’s lips again to no avail. The man was trying to get the attention of another similarly burly man.

“Get the dirty jock, jeans and suspenders ready.”

Nate looked at him confused as he felt his insides start to churn. He looked down to we just his thick meaty pecs and gripped his stomach as the feeling worsened. There was a bubbling inside him as he looked around for help. Why was he so muscular all of a sudden? Looking at his pecs he could see small hairs start to push through the skin of his once hairless body. It started as small patches but quickly sped up in pace. Hair started sprouting all over his body, thick and damp with sweat. The bubbling continued as he felt his stomach start to bloat. Without warning he felt gas rise in his throat until he was belching uncontrollably. With every belch he eased the pressure only for it to grow again. His muscular body started losing definition as fat started to pile on. The gas continued as the hair and fat flourished.

PPPPPFFFFTTTTUUUURTTRRFFTTT

Nate’s ass let out a torrent of gas that stunk up the room. He would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so concerned. He was sweating profusely as he felt his hair start to pull back into his head and scratchy facial hair start to push from his cheeks forming a thick beard. Hands started groping at his ass and developing gut as his joggers were torn away leaving him in his sweat soaked underwear.

“He’s in heat!” One man joked as they pointed out the damp patch between his ass cheeks. As his changes came to a stop, so did the gas. With a final sad fart he was done. Nate barely had time to feel himself over before clothes were thrust at him.

“9 shoots and you’re done. Let’s get the first one under way boy.”

Ashamed at his new thick body, Nate hesitantly put on the clothes and was taken to his first shoot. It was supposed to be a wooded area with a truck. As instructed, he posed in front of the truck holding his suspenders. The clothes they’d given him were dirty and stunk. He’d usually be repulsed but the highly masculine stench, but for some reason it turned him on.

As this shoot wrapped up, Nate was approached by the burly man again. He locked himself into a kiss with him once more as the man’s hand started to explore Nate’s new body. He reached into Nate’s filthy jock and could feel Nate at full mast. If Nate could see over his gut, he’d have known he’d lost a lot of his size in the changes. Nate was in ecstasy. After several minutes the man turned Nate around and pinned him against the hood of the truck. Nate’s trousers were ripped down and he felt the suspenders Pulled down his sides. The cold metal of the bonnet rubbed against his sensitive fat nipples and gut. He heard the burly man behind him spit into his hands and rub it into Nate’s sweaty ass before he plunged himself inside Nate. The feeling was unlike anything he’d felt before. It was incredible and it was gay.

What felt like an eternity passed before Nate had finished his final shoot. He’d been turned into several different versions of himself. Dressed in several different outfits. Fucked by several different men. And each time he loved it more and more. Nate was even sad to find he was wrapping up. Just before he’d been a hot himbo, dumb as a brick and horny as hell. Smooth tanned muscles and a bouncing peach of an ass. As cum dripped down his legs for the 8th time that day, Nate was approached by the ninth and final man. It was… him.

The man identical to Nate’s original self came up to him and placed his hands on Nate’s ass with a tight grip. The copy massaged his tight bubble butt as he leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“You won’t be queer baiting again, will you?”

Nate shook his head and looked into his own eyes, they were just as lustful as his reflection had been. Hungrier than before. Once again, the man before Nate pulled his face into a ravenous kiss. Messy and hot. Once Nate had throughly explored his own mouth he felt a change starting up again. Where his double’s hands were once on his ass, they were now slipping up his butt and onto his lower back. But the man’s arms weren’t actually moving, Nate was just shrinking. He shrunk down until he was a cute 5”3, his double having to bend down to kiss him. His muscles started to quiver as they diminished and slipped away. His face smoothed out and took on a twink ish quality as did his hairstyle. His lips plumped up and eyebrows became sharper. His eyes becoming more lustful. Soon, Nate was just a twink of his former self. The only thing that hadn’t changed in the process was his ass. Still thick and bubbly.

The shoot went off without a hitch and his double fucked him raw on the bed. The other men had seemingly disappeared. Now full of his own seed, Nate looked up at his lover.

The man kissed him on the forehead and helped him to his feet. They walked to the far side of the studio, back to the bathroom. Nate stood side by side with his double looking into the mirror. Nate waited patiently to be turned back, but the moment never came. Before Nate knew it, he was picked up and sat onto the counter, his double looking into his eyes. He smirked and kissed Nate softly on the lips.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

And with that, the man gave Nate a firm shove, sending him plummeting backwards through the mirror.

Fingers crossed this one gets to stay up 🤞 if it does I’ll post the epilogue in a few hours

Check out the epilogue here to see what’s in store for Nate.

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December 17: Wesley Adema

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Wesley Adema tried to hide his smirk as his latest client flipped through the pages of the contract for the new home. Wesley was an avid real estate agent, famous for his good looks and for selling expensive homes to lavish clients in Spain. Of course he had the know-how for business and how to sell, but he also knew that his good looks would sometimes help to seal the deal.

Such was the case for this current client.

Wesley had known that his client, an affluent-looking older man who wore a suit that reminded him of a university professor especially when paired with the trimmed white beard, had been into him from the start. Wesley hadn’t been oblivious to the frequent stares and admiring glances his way from the other man as he’d shown him the home. The real estate guru hadn’t minded; quite the opposite actually. Wesley had made sure to dress in form-fitting suits so that he could show off his musculature at every chance he could, knowing that he’d be able to get this older man to sign in no time flat if he continued to work his charm.

Lo and behold, the older man was just about to sign on the dotted line, buying an expensive house that would definitely bring Wesley a fat commission. He was so caught up in the excitement of getting another big pay out, that he’d barely paid any more attention to the older man, his job already done pretty much.

The older man hesitated before signing. “Oh, I’m not seeing a certain… amenity,” he pointed out, his deep voice sounding disappointed.

Wesley pulled out his phone and already started to type up the blurb for his next social media post where he’d brag about selling another house, so he just shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just pencil it in,” he impatiently told the other man.

The client gave a throaty chuckle. “If you insist.” He scribbled on the contract and then slid it and the pen towards Wesley for him to sign.

Without a second thought, Wesley snatched the pen and signed on the line where indicated.

The exact second Wesley finished signing, he felt his body tense up. “Hnng!” the stud grunted as he felt a massive tingle ripple over his frame, followed by the sounds of his clothes ripping to shreds.

All of the muscles in Wesley’s body began to inflate all at once. His back and shoulders broadened to an absurd width, making it so that the stud would have to enter through any standard-sized door sideways now. His arms packed on so much muscle that they were barely flexible, and his rotund biceps were forced to rest atop his flaring lats. Pecs ballooned outwards, blocking the view of anything below them; and his nipples even enlarged and poked off his meaty pecs as they hardened. He felt his waist start to pinch inwards, turning his frame into an hourglass figure. This was made even more prominent as his glutes swelled up and bubbled out from his lower back, rivaling the size of melons. Thighs widened to help accommodate the mass at Wesley’s back, and the growing hunk had to readjust his stance in order to make up for their sheer size.

Wesley’s cock shot to attention, lengthening as it hardened. It went from an impressive seven inches to nearly thirteen, and it was thick as a beer can. It jutted out in front of the growing stud, already leaking precum. His balls inflated to the size of lemons.

As a final touch the small wrinkles at Wesley’s eyes disappeared, as did the stubble on his jaw which squared off. A dull smile formed on the real estate agent’s face once the transformation was done. His eyes widened again when he felt new clothes magically appear on his larger, muscled frame: a pair of red speedos that barely covered his bubble butt and girthy cock, and a baseball hat that he wore backwards. Besides that, the hunk was left to leave his new physique on full display to the older man before him.

The client smirked as he crossed his arms in front of his beefy chest, admiring his work that stood before him.

Wesley took a hesitant step forward, a look of panic crossing over his face as he felt flesh rubbing against flesh in a manner it never had before. Everything felt so heavy. Yet, the feeling passed as soon as he saw the other man, his barely contained cock twitching as he took in the sight of his former client.

Wesley rubbed at his temples, having a little difficulty reaching with his massive biceps and forearms pushing against each other. “Ugh, what happened, Bro?” Wesley bellowed in his deeper voice. He paused at the odd words that left his mouth, but the thick fog that seemed to settle into his brain wouldn’t let him dwell on it for long.

The older man chuckled. “Don’t worry about a thing, Muscleboy,” he grinned as he gestured towards the sink. “Why don’t you start cleaning up, and then I’ll take care of that hard cock for you?”

Wesley felt his heart race in his muscled chest, and he eagerly nodded. “Okay!” he happily said, waddling over to the sink. He paused when he felt like his butt shouldn’t be bouncing as much as it was, but he shook it off. Plus, he had to put all of his leftover brain power, which wasn’t much, to work as he tried to wash dishes with his pecs and biceps constantly pushing against one another. His big, muscled arms would sometimes jostle a permanently hard nipple, making him shudder as a wet mark started to form on the front of his speedos.

But Wesley was determined. In his eyes, the older man was his daddy, and he lived with him to serve his every need. New memories filtered into the inflated man’s brain— images of him constantly working out, fucking, flexing, and doing chores around the house for the older man. Wesley was completely head over heels for the daddy, and he couldn’t resist wiggling his hips as he stood at the sink, making his rotund booty jiggle for him.

The older man just smirked, eying what he’d penciled in on the contract which he and Wesley had signed: Wesley Adema will be my live-in, slutty muscleboy.

The dim muscleboy quickly got distracted at the sink and began to admire his muscled frame, flexing and bouncing his mammoth tits, getting lost in the sheer expanse of flesh. Nothing much was going on in his head, but he didn’t care.

He loved being his daddy’s live-in muscleboy, getting to flex and get fucked by him all the time!

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Santa, Baby

Merry Christmas ya filthy animals <3. Don't forget to vote on the poll beneath this story!

Today is going to be a good day.

He repeats that mantra to himself in the mirror. It's Christmas. Having a bad Christmas should be fucking illegal. But it could happen. His ex, Henry, is coming over to talk things over. His heart raced when he got the text the night before. Grant, can we please just talk? Please.

Literally all Grant ever wanted was to talk.

Someone tried telling him some bullshit about how he doesn't need closure but fuck that! They were a situationship for three fucking months! Three months of them spending the night in each other's beds. Three months of being the little spoon with Henry's arm wrapped around him and his warm body pressed against his back. Three months of feeling so safe, content, and warm. And now Henry gets to destroy all of that because he's a coward.

How many times can you cry yourself to sleep before it becomes concerning? How many times can you feel so lonely you think it might crush you?

But no. Don't think like that. Today is going to be a good day. There will be no raised voices. No harsh words spoken. They're going to have a civilized conversation.

And he's going to try so, so hard to not cry in front of Henry. He's seen Grant cry more than enough times.

Grant finds the Santa hat he bought from a new popup store in a strip mall. He didn't really bat an eyelash when the cashier was wearing this Santa hat with a jockstrap and nothing else, and also there was this strong smell of musk, like a gym locker room. It was like a gay Spencer's. Attached to the plastic wrapped hat was a thong, not even hidden, just swinging around in front of it. His whole body blushed when he saw the skimpy thing. He couldn't even look the hot cashier in the eye throughout the transaction.

He shoved it in his underwear drawer as soon as he got home. Buried it underneath everything so he wouldn't have to see it again. Imagine having this life changing conversation with your ex wearing a whole ass thong. Besides he didn't have the body for it.

He unwraps the hat and is caught off guard by the musky smell. Did they not think to wash it? Were they really selling an unwashed, used Santa hat?? But he had to take it out of plastic. It was sealed like it was brand new. So why did it smell like that?

He takes another whiff and it genuinely feels like something sparks in his brain. He clenches his thighs together as his cock slides effortlessly into an erection. It does smell good. Like really good. But God could he imagine Henry's grossed out face at the smell that would be coming off him.

The hat slides on his head easily.

He doesn't even remember putting it on.

His cock spasms and ejects a wet stream of pre. He's so hard it kind of concerns him. His erection feels desperate and he's so horny his hands feel like they're buzzing. His nipples are rock hard and poking through his Christmas sweater. He tries to steady his heavy breathing and calm down as panic races through his body. He walks into the kitchen, cock bouncing in his sweatpants, to make the Christmas lunch he was planning on making so when Henry got here he could throw him onto the bed or couch, honestly whatever came first at this point, and fuck him senseless.

Grant gasps as his cock lurches forward in his underwear, twitching and ejecting more sticky globs of pre. He clutches onto the counter and grits his teeth, hissing in pleasure as his sensitive cockhead rubs against his dampening underwear. He doesn't have time to question where the fuck that thought came from because his balls tingle and churn, churn like he's having the most eye popping sex of his life. And maybe he is. A memory of Henry topping him flashes through his mind and makes his hole tingle and pucker. He reaches around and grabs his ass as his hole quite literally feels hungry. It feels like his prostate is being stimulated by an invisible cock as he feels the first sensations of inflation happening to his balls.

"Fuckkkkk!!"

His breaths are shallow and gasping, like he's on the verge of a panic attack. But he's not panicked or scared. He's just so horny his body doesn't know what to do with itself.

His brain goes fuzzy, almost blank as the arousal shoots up his spine and makes his scalp tingle. His balls slowly but surely inflate like two water balloons filled with cum and hormones. He moans and whimpers, white-knuckling the counter as the bulge in the front of his sweatpants becomes more and more pronounced. His balls continue tingling as his cock begins unleashing a steady stream of pre into his soaked underwear. He pants like an exhausted dog. Reaching into his underwear to relieve the pressure, he startles as he finds a lot more pubic hair than he remembers. It's thick, sweaty. And my god is that smell coming from him? It smells like the powerful musk coming from the hat. The sudden flooding of testosterone into his body makes him feel like he's boiling alive, sweat soaking through the T-shirt underneath his sweater.

He moans as his hands cramp. Looking at them, his eyes widen in horny fear as his palms fatten and expand, the fingers stretching longer, the wrists inflating. He can feel the strength in these new hands and it alarms him as well as turns him on even more, the dense horny fog thickening in his brain.

His balls put enough strain on the waistband of his briefs that the first tears begin forming. His cock like steel in the front of them, pumping more pre than he ever thought he could. His swollen balls swing between his legs as he tries to stand up and steady himself, slapped in the face by the powerful musk that pours out of him. He moans in confused horror as his spine expands and snaps, his legs pushing him taller as he gains a clean foot in height.

"Oh god, it's not, stohhhh!!"

His cock twitches and throbs as more blood begins pouring into it. As he stretches taller, his sweaty T-shirt and sweater float above his waistline as his cock begins thickening and lengthening, pushing the waistband of his sweats and underwear away from his body and tight around his ass. The pleasure is overwhelming. His musk is powerful and so fucking hot, and it smells like it's getting stronger as his balls tighten and he shoots out thick ropes of cum that finally snap his briefs clean off his body.

He doubles over as he cums for what feels like five minutes as rope after rope of thick, musky cum flies out of his sweaty, fat cock. The fat in his chubby stomach falls squarely into his balls, puffing them bigger as he cums out the fat. Thick abs etch themselves, the sensation like pleasurable stomach cramps. His bigger hands clench and unclench as he continues unloading, his neck thickening as his Adam's apple swells and forces his shoulders and traps wider. The strained, sweaty T-shirt gives one final stretch and tears as his traps and shoulders inflate with pure muscle. The skin becoming incredibly sensitive and stretching to contain the influx of muscle.

"No, no no." His new voice is deep and rich, so sexy and seductive that he shudders as he finally stops cumming. His cock is 6 inches long, an inch longer than normal but thicker, drooling, sweatier, muskier. The most perfect cock to pound Henry with.

He whimpers and bites his lip as some of that fat from his stomach slides behind his pecs and inflate his nipples. A pleasurable burn spreads across them as they inflate bigger, fatter, wider. Muscle growing and stitching together with the fat to make a veritable rack of muscle tits. The burn brings a dusting of thick black hair across the expanding shelf. They spread his shoulders even wider to accommodate for their massive size. His nipples rubbing against his tearing shirt and pressing against the strained sweater. His sensitive nipples rubbing against his sweater makes his newly thick cock twitch and drool.

But he just came!?

"Ohhh fuckkkkk."

His sweater rips open as his thick, hairy muscle tits flop out. The fat, dark nipples poking through the tearing fabric, buzzing as nipple bars slide painlessly through them, heightening the sensitivity. His sweater - his favorite sweater, dammit - bunches up against the bottom of his rack. He feels power and strength in his unchanged arms as he grabs the center of the tear and rips the rest of the sweater off, letting his sweaty, musky body air out. His pits tingle as thick, dark hair begins erupting like sexy lava. His musk seems to be concentrated there as he lifts his arm and takes a good whiff. The brain fog only increases to the point where his head feels so heavy, his thoughts and panic slowing to a crawl as his grip on his old self begins to become slippery. He shyly pops his pecs, giggling as he rubs them and toys with his nipples. It's easy to imagine Henry worshipping these muscles. He moans as he begins massaging and worshipping his new rack. The self-worship session makes his cock leak even more, straining harder against the soft fabric of his sweats.

The rest of the unused fat falls into his ass, fattening it. His flabby ass perks up as the muscles expand and his cheeks swell and become softer, a bouncy bubble butt that puts immense strain on the seat of his pants. The inflation makes him grit his teeth together as his prostate lights up with sensation with each pulse of muscle and fat blowing up his ass, stretching the skin and making everything feel so fucking sensitive. His hole tickles as a forest of musky hair pours out of it. He shoves his hand into his straining sweats, creating a big tear across his fat ass as his hungry hole puckers, his prostate taking a pleasurable beating as his cock continues drooling his brains out. He should be fighting this. Panicking. Calling for help. Doing something other than standing here and massaging his fat ass, his sexy pecs, smelling his hot musk....

But everything feels so good. Even the beard poking out from around his inflating lips feels good enough to make him growl with pleasure, a deep rumble from the center of his pecs. Does he want this? He can just...take the hat off.

No.

He wants this.

He thinks dimly about Henry but the thought is popped almost as soon as it appears as his balls begin churning again as muscle packs into his thighs signaling another pulse of testosterone into his oversexed body. His stomach, once flat and ripped, begins bloating. It's like a sex balloon has taken over his stomach as it begins bulging into a muscle gut, some fat pouring into it as the muscle becomes dense and distended. He begins stupidly worshipping his pit with one hand on his stomach as it bloats, more sweaty, musky hair covering the turtle shell imprint of abs. All he can do is moan and ride the waves of pleasure as he begins leaking out memories, his growing, fattening thighs pressing against his balls, practically squeezing out pre-cum and his old self as they tear through his sweatpants. Equal parts muscle and fat blow them up into a pair of thunder thighs. He massages the muscle as he feels the strength coursing through his legs as his calves become stuffed sausages beneath his skin, ripping through the rest of his sweatpants as his muscle gut and still fattening ass force his hips wider and snap the waistband.

His brain becomes a pleasant, horny void as his feet begin stretching across the tile floors of his kitchen. With each increase in shoe size, more and more of his intelligence drains, like bubbles in a bubble bath. And he does nothing to stop it. Not even when he begins forgetting his own name as his feet rip through his socks and more of that pungent smell fills his apartment. Not even when he begins forgetting all about his time in college as his biceps finally join the party, as he throws his arms in a flex and bellows with pleasure as the muscles expand and fatten, as he begins humping the air and slinging thick strands of pre all over the stove. His body continues inflating as his weight steadily blows up, every muscle in his body - ass, muscle gut, tits, biceps, triceps, thickening back muscles, thighs - grows larger and larger, his weight soaring well into the mid-200 pound range, bigger than he ever was when all this muscle was chub.

His mouth falls open as dumb pleasure explodes his brain. He feels so cocky, grunting and flexing his muscles, imagining a plush ass around his thick cock. The biggest guy in the locker room. No, fuck that, the biggest guy in the fucking gym.

Worship and fuck. His new mantra.

But, whatever is left of Grant, clings onto one piece of his old life as he closes his eyes as his face collapses, his nose fattening, cheeks bloating, as his cock begins unleashing a torrent of cum all over his kitchen. It seems to last forever. The entirety of his old fears and thoughts, his own inhibitions, his shyness, all of it draining out of his cock as it unloads. It's like falling into the most comfortable bed, and he feels all of his new body. The big, sexy feet. His thick stomach. His pounds upon pounds of thick muscle. As the last spurt of cum exits his fat cock, he thinks about that thong his old self hid in his underwear drawer... Why would he even hide something like that? ..... The cum that flew out of his cock seems to have disappeared. Or maybe he just didn't cum at all which would explain why his balls feel so tight, why is cock is so hard.

He needs something to dump this in. Like yesterday.

Five minutes later, Henry knocks on Grant's door with a whole lot of butterflies in his stomach. He wasn't sure if getting the flowers was too forward but he knows how much Grant appreciates romantic gestures. And he does love him. Such a coward.

"It's open!" an unfamiliar voice calls.

His face scrunches in confusion.

He opens the door, saying, "Grant, you got someone in there with-."

And then he sees him. Grant.

Or the man that has taken Grant's place.

Sitting down wearing a red thong showcasing a pair of fat balls and a thick cock, drinking a cup of hot cocoa. He's huge. Muscular. Handsome. And musky. Like he's just gotten back from the gym. Henry takes a whiff of the man's smell and shudders in arousal.

"Hey, baby," the man says. "Go ahead and leave the flowers right there." He motions for Henry to step forward.

"Who are you?"

"You can just call me Grant. Now get over here."

Truthfully, the man isn't all that smart anymore to come up with a new name for himself. His brain is like a sexy, testosterone heavy soup of hormones. He felt a twinge of uncharacteristic nervousness when he ordered Henry over to him, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Looking at Henry, with his tight rower's build, his heart flutters with love and protectiveness and feral lust.

He needs his boy to worship these muscles of his. And drain his balls. He's proud of himself for holding it all in for Henry.

Henry takes a cautious step towards him as the man sets down his cocoa on the table. When Henry gets close enough he pulls him in with one arm into his musky body. The bear hug is tight and comforting, the gentle giant smiling and humming with pleasure as his sensitive body lights up like his Christmas tree.

Henry's cock is hard enough to cut a diamond. Up close, the man's smell is overwhelming and intoxicating.

"I - I, um..."

Grant shushes him by kissing him with his full, soft lips. He breaks first and then shoves Henry's in his sweaty pit as he begins flexing his new, huge muscles.

Henry didn't know he had a musk kink but this whole experience is unlocking something new for him. He rubs Grant's thick chest, toying with his nipples and tugging the nipple bars. Grant bucks as his cock strains the thong.

"Take good, deep breaths, boy."

Henry does as he's told.

"Good boy." Henry didn't know his cock could get any harder. But it does and then it starts leaking like a faucet. "Daddy's going to come down your chimney after this."

It's such a cheesy line but with his new confidence and sexy voice, it makes Henry blush in the musky pit as he pulls his face out and then begins kissing Grant's hairy cleavage. Henry had an entire speech planned to give to Grant when he showed up. It was heavy with I love yous and I'm sorry and all that. But when he feels the man's cock rising as he purrs with pleasure, as Henry rubs the man's huge pecs, the cock already soaking with pre, that speech flies out the window.

As he works his lips down his shaking, moaning muscle man towards his prize, Henry knows that by the end of an erotic day of cuddling and worshipping, fucking and getting fucked by his new boyfriend, he's going to be pumped full of enough I love yous to last a lifetime.

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December 14: Caleb Moszkiewicz/Daddimoose

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Caleb Moszkiewicz, known online as Daddimoose, admired his pump in the gym locker room. He bounced his plump pecs with power, flexing his youthful muscles that had garnered him plenty of followers on his social media accounts. The stud continued to flex in the mirror, his sweaty muscles glistening underneath the lights in the locker room. He performed a double biceps pose, his musk perforating the room. His bulging muscles, his youthful frame, and his shaggy brown hair made this stud a sight to behold.

Caleb loved to show off his manly muscles. His size easily dwarfed the rest of the studs at the gym, making him the top dog per se. He was an alpha jock through and through— big muscles and a cocky attitude.

The cocky stud’s smirk only faltered when he noticed Viktor strut inside the locker room. The stud lowered his arms and tried not to let his irritation show.

Viktor wasn’t a bad guy, but Caleb would often get annoyed with how blatant the older man was with his flirting. The guy was older than his coach, and his beefy hairy muscles were usually clad by a skimpy string tank top and a pair of the smallest shorts; and Viktor never let an opportunity pass for him to run his eyes hungrily up and down Caleb’s youthful frame.

“How’s it going, Caleb?” Viktor asked, his eyes zeroing in on the young man’s pink nipples.

“Yeah, hi Vik,” Caleb grunted, stomping past him as he sauntered towards the showers.

The young stud walked into the shower portion and ditched his towel, allowing his bubble butt and thick cock to be in full view of the room. He turned on the shower with a hiss and began to wash off his sweaty muscles. On the tiled shower walls were soap and shampoo dispensers that were provided by the gym, and Caleb used them to cleanse his massive muscles.

The young stud grabbed some of the shampoo and lathered up his shaggy hair, the shampoo leaving a tingling sensation all over his scalp. As he washed his hair, Caleb began to feel his previous irritation over the older man melt away as an almost giddy excitement began to form deep within him. The hunk’s heart began to race and his impressive cock started to stir awake.

Caleb did his best to ignore it, and finished up his shower. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that his towel had “mysteriously” gone missing. Sighing, Caleb sauntered out of the shower area and back toward the lockers so that he could grab one of his spares.

As Caleb passed one of the posing mirrors in the locker room, the young stud noticed something wrong. 

Caleb loudly gasped as he rushed over towards the mirror, seeing that his brown hair was now a bright platinum blond. The stud ran a disbelieving hand through his now blond hair, stunned.

“Omigod! Like, what even happened to my hair?!” the young hunk chirped, twittering his hands in shock as he spoke.

Caleb’s face turned cherry red as soon as he heard the words leaving his mouth and saw the way he moved his hands as he spoke. He then noticed that he was also standing with an arch to his back, the posture forcing his plump pecs forward and his perky butt out in full measure. His nipples appeared to have hardened, protruding off his chest tantalizingly. Plus, his hard cock bobbed out in air in front of him, throbbing like crazy.

The stud rubbed at his thick neck and tried to clear his throat a couple times in an attempt to bring back his regular voice. “Um, like, that was soooo weird,” he said in his unshakeable valley boy dialect. His blush deepened at his altered words and he stomped his foot in frustration. “Like, why can’t I stop talking like this?!” It took Caleb a moment to realize that he’d been pursing his lips the entire time; and worse was that even when he’d noticed, he couldn’t stop. His ditzy words and mannerisms completely contrasted with his masculine muscles.

“I think you sound nice, Caleb,” the stud heard a deep voice bellow behind him.

Caleb turned around and spotted Viktor standing behind him. The mere sight of the older man’s beefy, hairy chest and musclegut sent a foreign spark of desire through the young man, and his hard cock throbbed with want. The confused stud had never once seen Viktor as anything beside annoying, but now the older man was like a god in the young stud’s eyes.

Still, even in his panicked/turned on haze, Caleb was able to put two and two together. “Wait, so did you, like, have something to do with this, Daddy?” he asked, pointing an accusing finger at the older man before wincing at what he’d called him. “I soooo didn’t even mean to, like, call you that, Daddy. What I meant to call you was Daddy— um, I mean, Daddy. Damn it!” Caleb’s blush was ever present as he couldn’t control his words.

Still, his hard cock throbbed the more he stared at Viktor. A small bead of precum even started to form at the head.

Viktor snickered, crossing his large arms over his chest. “Looks like you’re getting a little worked up,” he teased.

Caleb’s cock continued to twitch and throb despite himself. His panic over his uncontrollable actions paled in comparison to how horny he felt. He felt himself flex his rotund booty instinctually, and he cocked his eyebrow at that action.

“What did you, like, even do to me?” Caleb asked Viktor, wincing when he noticed that he’d placed a hand on his hip as he pointed at finger at him.

Viktor just gave a throaty chuckle. “Every daddy wants a ditzy muscleslut,” he boasted, even the baritone sounds of the man’s voice sending an excited thrill through the altered young man. “So I thought that you’d make the perfect one for me!”

Caleb paled as he stared at his blond hair in the mirror again. The up and coming bodybuilder envisioned himself in the gym, sauntering around and waving his hands around as he spoke in his ditzy dialect. “B-but you, like, have to totally change me back!” he whined. “I can’t be, like, a hot ditzy muscleslut forever, Daddy!”

Viktor shrugged his broad shoulders. “Sorry, but that potion I snuck into your shampoo is permanent. There is no going back, my cute ditzy muscleboy.”

“R-really?” Caleb gulped, realizing that his transformation into a blond ditzy muscleslut was cemented. His goals of being a championship bodybuilder weren’t one-hundred percent ruined, but he cringed at the thought of posing onstage and chirping incessantly with his sentences being peppered with unfiltered “likes” and ditzy dialects.

Viktor walked up behind Caleb, giving his blond hair a tussle. “If it helps, I think you look cute as a blond,” he teased.

Caleb hated himself for instinctively shoving his bubble butt back against the older man, wiggling his hips to rut against the man’s cock.

Viktor chuckled as he grabbed a firm hold of Caleb’s broad shoulders. “Fine, if my boy’s that eager, then I guess I can satiate him,” he grinned, entering Caleb’s tight hole.

“Ooohhh!” Caleb moaned loudly as the older man thrusted himself inside of him. Caleb felt his plump pecs bouncing in time with Viktor’s thrusts, and he couldn’t seem to hold back his slutty moans from escaping his pursed lips.

And worse was that Caleb loved every second of getting fucked!

The young stud had never had a cock inside him before, but he couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. The older man’s cock brought Caleb nothing but the ultimate pleasure; and every sexual experience that he’d had with a woman in the past completely failed in comparison. If getting fucked felt this great, then Caleb started to wonder if he truly was meant to be Viktor’s ditzy muscleslut after all. If it meant that he could get fucked by Viktor like this on a regular basis, then Caleb was all for it!

“Yeah, fuck my tight hole, Daddy!” Caleb moaned before shuddering. When he came, his cock unleashed a large load, his cum landing on his massive pecs. The stud felt like he’d never came so much in his life, leaving him panting and feeling spent.

Viktor shoved his cock deeper into Caleb’s hole, unleashing his own load deep inside his new muscleslut. After cumming, the older man reluctantly pulled out, leaving Caleb with an unsettling feeling of emptiness.

“How was that?” Viktor asked.

Caleb felt his smile form on his handsome face. “That was, like, soooo totally great, Daddy!” he exclaimed, even bouncing in place excitedly. He barely noticed that both his cock and nipples were still rock hard, that horny feeling refusing to lessen by the smallest percentage. He wanted to feel embarrassed at the fact that he’d always be ready to get fucked, but his new bubbly persona refused to see the bad in the situation.

“Let’s get dressed and then go home,” Viktor said as he pulled on his usual string tank top and short shorts. Whereas this outfit usually elicited an eye roll from the younger stud, now Caleb’s perpetually hard cock twitched at the sight. “I’ll fuck your slutty hole again there.”

The older man tossed Caleb a stack of clothes and the new muscleslut blushed again as he got dressed. The altered young bodybuilder put on the smallest pair of workout shorts that he’d ever seen. They looked like they were made out of the same material as Viktor’s and they showed off his hard cock and round bubble butt expertly, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Lastly, Caleb wore a sting muscle tank top (again, just like Viktor’s) that was colored bubblegum pink. The collar was so low that the young stud’s round pecs weren’t covered at all, leaving his hard nipples out in the open.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, Caleb felt ridiculous with his large muscles clad in the slutty outfit. However, his new ditzy persona thought otherwise. “Omigod, I look, like, so cute!” he chirped, bouncing his meaty pecs.

“You sure do,” Viktor smiled warmly, taking one of Caleb’s hands and leading him out of the gym and out onto the open sidewalk.

As the two men walked home, Caleb’s face was red hot with humiliation as he sauntered down the sidewalk with his hard cock bobbing in front of him. He still walked in a prancing manner, keeping his chest and ass thrusted out in tandem. As they walked, all of the other men out on the street sent an excited thrill throughout Caleb, and his hard cock throbbed as a wet mark began to form on the front of his tight shorts.

Caleb’s stomach fell as he realized that he wasn’t just into Daddy, but all men now. That disappointment started to rapidly fade as the altered hunk began to think about all of the men who frequented the gym— each of them with their large cocks and massive muscles, taking turns fucking him.

And the fact that his daddy promised him that he’d get fucked as soon they’d get home made him feel even better. The extreme pleasure he’d felt from getting fucked made everything all better, and the transformed bodybuilder began to crave it.

A wide smile on his face, Caleb leaned in and gave the older man next to him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m, like, so happy that you made me your ditzy muscle boy, Daddy!” Caleb chirped, his hard cock throbbing in anticipation.

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December 09: Eric Janicki

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Bodybuilder and online model Eric Janicki worked out in the gym at the pec fly machine, moving the weights around and making his plump pectorals flex with manly power. The stud wore his earbuds, blasting music and lifting to the beats of the songs, making sure to have chosen a carefully crafted playlist so that he could work out to the bass of the music.

As Eric worked out, he spotted one of the other gym-goers, a man named Larkin, eye him from across the gym. The older guy gave him a playful wink, and Eric smiled back and waved, thinking nothing of it.

Eric continued with his chest workout when he heard the pop music in his earbuds start to fizzle out. The bodybuilder readjusted the earbuds, hoping that would fix whatever frequency issue they were experiencing. However, instead of the beats of the current chart-topping song, a cheery old-timey Christmas song started to play in his earbuds.

“What the hell?” Eric chuckled, stopping his work out as he listened to the odd song playing in his earbuds. He lifted his bulky arms to pull them out of his ears, but when he tugged on the tiny pieces of plastic, the hunk was shocked to find that they were stuck. He strained and pulled with all of his manly strength, his biceps inflating to their large size as he pulled, but they refused to budge.

As Eric tried to pull the earbuds out of his canals, he overheard the odd song continue to play.

“🎵On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a perpetually hard cock 🎵”

Eric couldn’t hold back the loud booming laugh at the lyrics of the obscure song. He figured that this must’ve been some sort of cheesy prank, and he began to turn his head around to look around the gym for a sign of someone laughing. However, he didn’t see anyone with a knowing look.

Eric’s attention was soon snatched by the way his cock rocketed to life, tenting out his workout shorts noticeably. The large seven inch member throbbed with want and he could see a dark mark start to form on the front of his shorts from leaking precum.

“Wh-what?” Eric wondered aloud, letting go of the handles of the pec fly machine, which was met by a loud clang. He covered his throbbing, hard cock with both of his beefy hands, blushing like crazy.

“🎵On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: really hard, sensitive nipples 🎵”

“What the hell?” Eric balked at the words of the weird song, trying again to yank the ear buds out of his ear. Again, they refused to budge. 

The bodybuilder felt himself tense up, a slight pressure on his chest. He looked down and gasped loudly as he watched his formerly tiny nipples shudder and inflate before his very own eyes. They widened out and then the tiny nubs enlarged to the size of pencil erasures, protruding off his chest at a severe degree.

With shaky fingers, Eric prodded one of the hard nubs, fighting hard to hold back a low moan due to the tidal wave of pleasure that rippled throughout his bulky body. The stud was left panting, his face growing red as he looked around the gym to make sure no one could see his predicament.

“🎵 On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a slutty thong 🎵”

In the blink of an eye, Eric’s clothes all disappeared. His tank top and shorts evaporated into thin air, leaving him clad in just a little skimpy piece of fabric that was more akin to a thong than his briefs that he’d been wearing this morning. The red thong’s front barely concealed his still hard cock that throbbed and threatened to spring loose and out in the open. Meanwhile, the back of the slutty material was wedged deep between Eric’s big cheeks.

“🎵 On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: silky smooth skin 🎵”

Eric felt the cool A/C of the gym blow over him. He looked down at himself in shock, just in time to see all of his body hair pull inwards, leaving his skin smooth to the touch. The bodybuilder ran a disbelieving ran over his smooth chest, his body feeling as if he were ready for a competition.

“What the fuck is happening?” Eric breathed, his heart racing in his now smooth chest. His big nipples were more visible, standing out in the open. The cool air that blew over them was enough to send little sparks of pleasure straight to his perpetually hard cock.

Again, Eric tried to pull the earbuds out of his ears, but again, he failed.

“🎵On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: lowered inhibitions 🎵

“What?” Eric cried out over what he heard, not believing his ears. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to extrapolate that the mysterious song that was playing in his earbuds was the culprit of all of the weird happening to him. Eric even snatched out his phone to see if he could try to change it, but his phone didn’t seem to be connected to the earbuds anymore.

As he frantically tried to fix the issue with his phone, Eric didn’t realize that his free hand had been massaging the hard bulge in the front of his new thong the entire time.

“🎵On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: loud, slutty moans 🎵”

“Oohh!” Eric immediately moaned as soon as the words of the song played. His blush deepened and he slapped a hand over his mouth.

He finally noticed that his other hand had been playing with hard cock the entire time without his knowledge. His cock was extremely sensitive, and the stud could feel the moan starting to form deep down in his throat. He fought hard to swallow it back down, but his hand slid away from his mouth unconsciously and he couldn’t help it.

“Ooohhh!” Eric moaned out even louder this time, his deep voice echoing throughout the gym.

“🎵 On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a big bubblebutt 🎵”

The bodybuilder gasped as he felt his body shift as it sat on the pec fly machine. He could feel himself being lifted, something squishy growing beneath him.

In his shock, Eric shot to his feet, paling at the rippling sensation that emanated from his backside. He looked into the mirror and couldn’t resist letting out another low moan as he stared at his warped reflection.

Thanks to the fact that he was only wearing a thong, Eric gained an uninterrupted view of his inflated ass. His previously perky cheeks must have tripled in size, jutting far off his back and forming a near perfect shelf. He couldn’t resist wiggling his hips a little, the meaty cheeks bouncing wildly behind him with the slightest movement. The tiny thong was stained to bursting, covering absolutely none of the stud’s new bubblebutt that would serve to be the new focus of his body without a doubt.

“What the fuck is happening to me?!” Eric panicked as he tried to run off to the locker room and out of sight of every other guy in the gym. His face was beet red as his new bubblebutt bounced behind him with each step and his hard cock bobbed in front of him.

As soon as the lyrics in the obscure song started again, Eric tried to rip the earbuds out and failed again.

“🎵On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: an intense love of the male form 🎵”

“Wait! N-no!” Eric tried to plea as he grabbed at his head in a panic, actually feeling his desire for the female form starting to slip away. Whereas he’d used to lust after perky breasts and slender hips, the bodybuilder now felt himself getting more turned on by hairy pecs and thick cocks.

He couldn’t help but gawk around the gym floor as he hurried to the locker room, his heart fluttering as he spotted Larkin again. The older man was performing bicep curls, his impressive arms inflating with masculine power as he lifted the large weights.

Eric moaned again as he literally drooled over the sight of the other man’s manly muscles, his cock twitching with want.

“🎵 On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: big muscletits 🎵”

As Eric ran to the locker room, the bouncing at his backside was soon matched with a bouncing on his front.

The hunk looked down at himself just in time to witness his already meaty pecs balloon out in front of him. His eyes widened as he watched his pecs grow larger and larger, his nubby nipples protruding out even farther now that they were attached to the basketballs on his chest. His chest bounced and jiggled with the slightest movement, just like his bubblebutt. The bodybuilder’s award winning physique had been completely warped, looking curvy as opposed to manly.

Eric finally made it to the locker room, gasping when he looked at himself in the posing mirror.

He thought that he looked ridiculous. His warped body was clad in the sluttiest red thong he could’ve imagined, and his butt and pecs were way bigger than they should’ve been. Plus, his cock was as hard as ever, throbbing out in front of him since it had finally sprung free from the confining thong.

“🎵 On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: an unquenchable libido 🎵”

“Ohhh noooo,” Eric moaned in his deep voice as he came, his cum landing in ropey strands on the mirror in front of him.

The bodybuilder felt incredibly turned on and insanely horny. His panic was definitely still present, but it was quickly being shadowed by the intense need that the stud began to feel deep in his new bubblebutt. Eric couldn’t help but flex his meaty cheeks in anticipation, and it took him a while to realize that he’d been groping his inflated pecs. Worse was that, even when he’d become aware of his actions, he couldn’t stop. He even blushed when he noticed that he’d been bucking his hips unconsciously.

All the stud could do was moan and play with his tits as he stared in the mirror in the locker room, wondering what was happening to him.

“🎵 On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a desperate need to get stuffed 🎵”

“Ooohhh!” Eric moaned loudly when he reached behind himself and started to play with his tight hole. He inserted a finger and then two, moaning like a slut in heat as he fingered himself. Deep down, the part of himself that wasn’t embarrassed beyond belief wished that he was inserting something hard and throbbing into himself instead.

“🎵 On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a slutty himbo 🎵”

“Ughhh!” Eric moaned again as he came a second time, a dim smile forming on his face as he basked in his post-orgasmic bliss. He felt his head start to fill with a pleasant fog, and all of the worry started to vanish automatically.

In a matter of seconds, Eric couldn’t remember why he’d been worried in the first place.

The altered bodybuilder, now himbo, checked himself out in the mirror. He giggled as he gave his bubblebutt a playful shake, loving how the enormous cheeks bounced and shook. He was so entranced by watching his booty jiggle that he didn’t notice when Larkin entered the locker room.

“That’s a nice show you’re putting on,” Larkin mused as he crossed his arms in front of his beefy chest.

Eric perked up and giggled again at having gotten caught. “Well, y’know, when you got it, flaunt it,” he laughed. He made his massive muscletits bounce as he smiled coyly at the older man. His eyes then honed in on the large tent in front of Larkin’s shorts, and he felt his heart start to race in his inflated chest. “Can I help you with that?”

Larkin chuckled. “You sure can,” he grinned as he lowered his shorts, allowing his thick cock to spring free.

Eric bounded over, his chest and ass bouncing in equal measure as he dropped to his knees and began to hungrily suck off the other man, moaning loudly like a slut the entire time. As he bobbed his head, his earbuds fell out and landed on the locker room floor. The new himbo didn’t notice though, he was far too concerned with the hard cock in his mouth to care about anything else in the world. In fact, Eric’s horny himbo brain was already fantasizing about how great it’d feel to be stuffed full with Larkin’s big cock, already envisioning how amazing it’d feel to have his inflated muscletits bouncing up and down as he was fucked. And he loved it.

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