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Woof!! Your writing is driving me wild, what skill. You think you have anything to put some hair on my chest? …and maybe everywhere else too? A thick dense manly pelt to show off!

"Cuntry Boy" is a strange name for a song. You didn't even know you had this record. It's not in a sleeve or labeled. You've certainly never heard of it or the artist. Cuntry Boi.

Huh.

You think nothing of it as you lower the needle. The first few chords of the song flow through your speakers. It's the typical twangy guitar you'd expect from a country tune. You finish your dishes and start thinking about what you want for dinner. Something light, maybe? Maybe try one of those recipes you've seen on -

Oh, my cuntry boy.

He's the sweetest thang you've ever seen.

He's got a nice voice. Smooth, youthful sounding. It's quite up tempo for a country song. The vocals sounded like they came out of absolute nowhere so you've forgotten what you were thinking about. Oh that's right, dinner! You were thinking about salmon and a salad, some cheesy garlic bread, maybe a little -

Oh, my cuntry boy,

Knows how to put a good meal down.

Corny ass lyrics. But anyway, your stomach is growling fiercely. You've never felt so hungry in your life. You're thinking of steaks and mashed potatoes and slices of sweet potato pie. You moan at the image of a hunk of pan fried ham next to five cheesy scrambled eggs and hash browns. Your stomach gurgles and grumbles in frustration. You open your fridge, and you blink in surprise at how full it is. There's absolutely no way that you would have all....of this.... Right? There's so much food you're a little overwhelmed at all the options.

But that comes with confusion. Why would you be overwhelmed by this? You've always kept a full fridge. You're a hungry -

Growing boy, just like my love for him.

The moan that comes out of your mouth is obscene. You blink as your vision blurs. Your spine snaps and pops, legs elongating as suddenly, you're looking at the top of your fridge. It should be extremely painful but instead, it feels good. Like a massage hitting the right spots as you groan, the soreness in your muscles coming from your joints and bones expanding to make you look proportional to your new height of 6'7". Your sweatpants are stopping at your calves, no actually above your calves. And the hemline of your flannel flutters above your waist. You can see your pubes peeking through the waistband of your sweats and briefs, because you're so tall your clothes are shrinking too small. Your hands pop and expand, thickening into big meaty palms crowned by long, thick fingers to match your longer arms and larger stature. You hold your massive hands in front of your face.

The first few drops of nervous sweat dot your forehead as your feet begin expanding. The pleasurable sensation seems tenfold here, like your widening and stretching soles, become huge stompers with thick toes, are becoming more sensitive. Your toes break through your socks and split them along the top.

You're still ferociously hungry but you slam the door and turn as your stomach feels like it's squirming. It feels oddly good as you lift your shirt and see abs forming through the skin. Dense, strong abs. The strength of your core is overwhelming and you drop your shirt, scrunching your browns in concern as your stomach roars. You place your hands on your stomach as you notice that there's more...give. Sweat drips from your brow as your stomach expands around your hands. The hard muscle gives away to densely muscled softness. Not a muscle gut, but the gut and core strength of a wrestler. The buttons on your flannel strain around your stomach as it thickens. You moan as you squeeze and massage the combination of muscle and fat. Your eyes snap open.

No, no this is - what the fuck is happening? Your -.

Head in the clouds and thinking of me/So many lonesome hours along dusty cuntry roads.

Cock swells in your sweatpants. What begins as an erection slowly becomes something more. You're not thinking of Cuntry Boi, you're thinking of men. Big, beefy, hairy men. And this isn't ain't new. But these images feel a little too real to be mere fantasy. Almost like your asshole feels a little empty, as hungry as your empty stomach. You clutch your head in confusion as your cock grows .... past its normal size. Your breathing becomes heavier as your cock thickens and bloats. You can feel all the muscles in your shaft pumping and expanding full of blood and sweaty cock meat. Even your head flares into a huge, gushing mushroom as your cock slips out from underneath your briefs and the sensitive head brushes against the fabric of your sweatpants. A huge wet stain appears as your knees nearly buckle and you grip onto the counter, falling forward and gasping at how far away everything is now. When your balls start inflating, you moan like a porn star as you actually cum. Untouched. Just gushing cum into your sweats as it drips down your legs as the image of you getting plowed in a flatbed rams its way into your mind.

My cuntry boy, growing just like his love for me

You gently grip the massive 10" meat stick between your legs. It's still hard and throbbing, and your balls feel like balloons between your thighs. Your nipples for some reason are buzzing. You're hyper aware of them hardening and thickening, their heightened sensitivity evident by how you can feel them rubbing against your flannel. There's an insane amount of pressure behind each nipple and you grit your teeth and close your eyes, hunched over your counter as you think about the huge muscle tits the men of your fantasies memories have. Your mouth drops open as your chest swells against your shirt. Pure dense muscle flooding into each pectoral before softening with an added few pounds of fat, the nipples expanding and poking like daggers through your shirt as the buttons begin straining. You open your eyes and see strands of dense, dark, sweaty hair swirling from between the straining buttons. With one massive hand, you cup one of your growing muscle tits and your eyes cross from the sensitivity, the muscle and fat piling underneath your fingers. You squeeze one and gasp as more cum fires out of your cock, dripping down your leg and splattering on the floor. Out of the corner of the eye you see -

He gives me eyes from across the room/Can't ignore a pretty boi like me.

The vinyl spinning. Fuck, you have gotta get to it. Gotta get to it. The rest of your buttons burst from your shirt as your tits take one final heave forward and the densely muscled globes pour out of them. Your cock is straining against your pants. One hand idly rubs and massages the muscle in your chest. You whimper and take a few unsteady steps towards your record player. Your chest wobbles and you whimper, biting your lip as you try to adjust to the heft of your torso. Your widening shoulders and the bulking muscles in your back shred your shirt. You close your eyes in defeat as your shirt splits apart and hangs limply from your huge shoulders. Everything back there seemingly built for the massive rack you've got. Except for your cock and torso, your arms and lower body look underdeveloped. The issue is that a part of you is waiting for the rest of your body to catch up, but really, the rest of your body is the real you, right?

And I can't ignore a man like him, and neither can the other Bois along this graveyard bar.

Wait a minute? You take a few tentative sniffs. That smell. That musk. It's not BO at all but this kind of -. Oh, fuck that's coming from you ain't it? You're not this musky. The musk is impossible to ignore, like a pheromone. It's intense and addicting. But this isn't you, Goddammit! In fact, why are you even lifting your arms to smell your pits. Your pits, which are hairer than usual, sweaty and smelling oh so -

Take me out back, I'll ride the bull. Grab 'im by the horns.

You're practically licking your armpits as you fish your cock out of your pants. Your cock and balls are just as hairy as your pits. Just as sweaty. Just as musky. You stroke your cock and remember all the football boys and wrestlers riding your cock and sucking your cock and worshipping your balls and them worshipping your ass and blowing your back out and-.

No. You're still stroking your cock over the waistband of your sweats as you make a mad dash for the record player. Cock slinging strands of pre everywhere as-.

Take you out back and you can ride the bull

You moan so loud you wonder if the windows rattle. Your ass is growing. The growth feels as good as your tits. Pressure and warm inflation. Your hips widen as fat and muscle pour into your ass and your sweats feel like they're about to give up. Huge fatty cheeks, swirling with a dusting of hair, that sensitive pink hole of yours becoming just as hairy, swell and grow, plush and grab-able, two pillows like your chest. Like a good cuntry boy, you can take as much as you can give. And this ass, huge and swelling still, a few tears forming in your sweats, is pretty much built for it. You collapse to your knees, whimpering, moaning and groaning as you spread your legs apart, the wobble of your cheeks making your cock lurch as pre oozes out of it. Your huge balls sag from beneath your rock solid cock, dripping all over your floors. So much muscle and fat fills your ass that some of it overflows into your thighs. Your thin thighs inflate. Muscle and fat piling underneath the skin and blowing them up into huge slabs of -.

Come on, cuntry boy lemme grab this bull by the horns.

All this talk about bulls is making you so horny you're starting to forget about stopping the song. Because all you can imagine is the cuntry twunk singing it and how good it would feel to have him bury his face between your -

Speaking of your ass, it rips through your sweatpants and the huge sweaty globes are released to the air. You are bent in a prime rutting position as your cock head brushes against the cabinets, smearing them with pre. Your thighs break the seams of your sweats as they slowly but surely close in on your balls, the hair on your thighs tickling your sensitive, churning balls. You've never felt this horny. Like your cock -

Oh.....

As Cuntry Boi holds his note, you moan as your throat thickens, your Adam's apple expanding as you detect the first inklings of a Southern accent dripping into your voice. Your brain feels like it's under a thick fog, and the fog is preventing you from crawling forward and -.

Cuntry boy I believe I can tame this bull.

You throw your arms up, flexing (almost) involuntarily, as your biceps expand. The dense muscle is covered up with a thick layer of fat. The ham hocks stretching the skin as fat and muscle pour into them and down into your forearms, and you get another powerful whiff of your musk. You're humping the air with your powerful hips, your ass clapping behind you and balls swinging as your thighs rip the rest of your sweatpants away. Your calves expand and fatten to support your slabs of thighs, that dense torso that continues to grow as more weight piles onto your form, taking you close to 250 pounds.

Make him just as sweet as pie/Oh, my cuntry boy.

Your cock is going to explode. Preferably in someone. Then you could cuddle them and fall asleep. Wake up next to each other coated in sweat and cum, and then you can make him a nice big cuntry boy breakfast and send him on his way, for another man to come and see if he can tame you. Your face rearranges painlessly. Cheeks softening, jaw sharpening. Your lips fatten and become just as sensitive and pink as your hole. A moustache blooms around your lip as a final rush of testosterone races through -.

Oh. Cuntry boy!

Oh indeed.

A geyser of cum erupts from your cock. You've never made this much cum before, but those massive balls of yours have enough space for them. Those overactive cum ducts make sure your balls are always full to bursting half the time, so much testosterone pumping through your veins. With each volley of cum, you forget that old life of yours. You remember horseback riding and doing another type of bareback riding, so horny and so insatiable. Your IQ plummets as you remember not being the best of students during school, not going to college and instead using your hot body for your dream job of being a porn actor. You came to the big city to introduce some Southern hospitality to these Yankees. Including if that meant fucking it into them. One whiff of you, one sight of those huge muscle tits, or that fat ass, or hell any part of your oversized, hyper sexy, hyper masculine body, would have even the straightest of men worshipping you, begging for your cock or a taste of that ass. When you finally stop cumming, there's a huge puddle of musky cum in front of you, the shots so strong it's landed on your records and on the wall behind it.

The record on the vinyl spits out static. Damn how long have you been edging?

Of course you're naked but the scraps of clothing around you is puzzling.

But your brain, your dumb, horny, cotton candy brain, doesn't give it much thought. You chuckle and dumbly

And anyway you've got a big dinner to make for yourself. And also so many cocks to ride. Asses to fuck. Tongues to let worship every part of your beefy, hairy body ....

You bite your lip in pleasure as your cock stiffens again. Thank the Lord you've got a shoot in an hour to unload your six shooter.

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Bro

God, what the fuck happened to me? It was that guy… what was his name… the quarterback… Chad, was it? I can’t even remember, dude. I mean, not ‘dude’. Fuck. I don’t say that. I never say that, bro. God dammit. This is so frustrating!

I made a comment. One comment: “The football team are all kinda dumb meatheads, aren’t they?”. Chad overheard and clearly he didn’t take too kindly to it. He came over, smacked my ass and called me his “bro”. After he placed his big meaty paw on my ass, I blacked out and woke up LIKE THIS. Like some DUMB FUCKING JOCK!

I’m so big now. My fingers look like fat sausages… they’re not as fat as my cock though huhuhu. God, just thinking about my cock… i’m hard. It’s so much bigger than before. Like twice as big. At least 10 inches. And it’s fat… so fucking fat. God, i just wanna bury it inside some fat jiggling ass. Breed deep between some fertile cheeks. Mark them as my property.

Wait! Fuck what’s happening? My brain… it’s like changing bro. Getting all slow and shit. Fuckkkkk…. where are my thoughts man. It’s like… so empty in there huhuhu. It feels like my brain is getting emptier, but my balls are filling up. My sack is so big and round. Its still filling up with potent cum, forcing my legs apart. Gotta cum bro. Gotta unleash my load into some fuckable hole.

Wouldn’t it be funny if I impregnated one of the bros huhuhu. Dont be surprised if I do man. Chad has fuckable bouncy cheeks. I always smack them during training and call him my “big booty bro” huhuhu. Everything is so damn funny man.

I feel so fuckin smart for some reason today dude. The team tells me i’m just an empty headed fuck animal, but they’re wrong man… I just have… strong urges… My body just needs to spread its alpha seed. Ugh… i do love it when they call me an animal though. A fucking animal. Always gets my cock straining against my football uniform.

I’m so fucking horny bro. My alpha cock needs to cum now. It won’t go down. No matter how much i want it to. It needs to cum. I need to bury it deep inside some jiggling cheeks NOW.

Fuck. IM GONNA… IN GONNA CUM. IM GONNA CUM THINKING ABOUT CHAD’S BOUNCY ROUND FUCKABLE CUMDUMP ASS. I’M GONNA BE STUCK LIKE THIS FOREVER.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK BRO

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Not. One. Drop.

Oliver and Jacob thought it would be fun to purchase a “jock spell” from a pop-up magic shop downtown as a joke. The two were infamously known around campus as the class nerds, so it was only fitting to wish themselves into the jock lifestyle.

Though now, the two former losers were far from nerdy. When they uttered the spell, their bodies rapidly grew. Jacob and Oliver doubled in height, reaching gargantuan sizes of 6’5 and 6’3 respectively. Their biceps thickened, broadening their shoulders, making them look massive. Their pecs fattened into big round bouncy tits, limiting their mobility. They couldn’t reach out in front of themselves without squishing them together, as if they were attempting to wrap their tits around an invisible dick that was titty fucking them.

There was only one requirement - DO NOT CUM. NOT. ONE. DROP.

If any of the boys let out a drop of semen, their transformation would be permanent, locking their nerdy selves within their new jock bodies.

Neither of the boys thought this would be a problem. Well, that was until the testosterone kicked in…

“I cant stop… BRO… fuck… why’d I say bro, MAN” Jacob cried, furiously beating his new thick 8 inch cock which his large meaty paw.

“You gotta fight back…” Oliver felt it building up in his throat, but he couldn’t hold it back. “MANNNN”

“But my FUCK STICK feels so good, BRAH” Jacob continued to rub it, now focusing his attention on his dick’s head, drawing out his precum. Despite Oliver’s concern about Jacob potentially cumming, the former nerd couldn’t help but get hard looking at his friend furiously rubbing his new massive cock. He looked like an animal. His mind was vacant. His mouth drooling. There was no thoughts behind his eyes. Just pleasure and sex.

Jacob glimpses at Oliver to see his tenting pole. “BRO, let me touch your BABY MAKER. It feel so fuckin good BRO!”

“No, MAN! Don’t touch my FUCK STICK!” Oliver tried to get away before Jacob’s massive gorilla hands yanked his cock, causing unbearable pleasure.

“No BRO! I can’t hold my POTENT CUM in! I GOTTA IMPREGNATE, MAN! IM GONNA INPREGNATE!” Oliver’s cock shot out thick white cum all over Jacob’s hand, solidifying his fate as a nerd-turned-dumb jock. Jacob followed soon after, cumming from knowing that Oliver was now permanently stuck in his massive gorilla jock body.

“Damn bro… feels fuckin weird” Ollie chuckled.

“Yeah man, my head…” Jake rubs his head, unknowingly rubbing Ollie’s into his hair. “so fuckin… fuckin… what was I saying?”

“Totally know the feeling, bro. Can’t hold a thought in this brain.” Ollie chuckled. “Feels kinda good though huhuhuhuhu”

“Yeah bro, huhuhuhuhu” Jake vacantly chuckled, watching all his nerd smarts and complexities wash away into oblivion.

“YOUR TITTIES ARE SO BIG, BRO!” Ollie laughed. “I WANNA JUST SUCK ON EM!”

Ollie latched his new thick dick sucking lips onto Jake’s sensitive nipple. At this rate, the two should be unleashing another hot potent load any minute now…

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How was he supposed to go out looking like this? Overnight he went from looking perfectly skinny and modest to now jacked and dirty blond- the stereotypical body and features of a dumb gym obsessed jock. He needed to change back and find help. He barely had any clothes to fit into and his new enhanced cock was going to be hard to hide. So hard…. Damn was it hard. Maybe the dude outside could help. Looks like he’s hitting up the gym.Would totally be best bros with a guy with a body like this- hard pecs and abs that deserved to be touched. Yeah he could help. Help get his lips on this tasty cock and pecs, maybe get a nice good post workout fuck. Fuck yeah. He had to get to the gym. Plenty of small shorts to squeeze into, go shirtless of course. Fuck yeah.

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I’m a Latino twink and I just got accepted into Alpha Delta Alpha but my fraternity brothers have been acting weird around me and I’ve overheard them talking about their “lost brother” and how something is “an abomination and needs to be fixed” there’s a party tonight and they’ve lent me some clothes I don’t want to wear them in case it’s some kind of prank

“Are you all fuckin’ serious?” Garrett Thompson cursed angrily, “Bros, what the actual fuck were you thinkin’?

“Dude, we tried our best!” One of his bros replied.

“Yeah! It wasn’t fuckin’ easy, bro.”

Garrett groaned and rubbed his temples. How could this be happening? How could... He figured it must’ve started at last year’s rager. One day, he’s a party animal. Lady’s man. Campus stud. Fuck, he lived quite the life. Then suddenly he’s a ghost. Some kind of accident. Total tragedy. Trapped between this world and the next. Just wandering around campus. Unseen, unheard, and worst of all- unable to get off. Months passed and as he wandered the frat house...

“Yooo bruh...” Jamie saw him, his eyes red from smoking weed, “Garrett is that you? So good to see you man.”

After months of not being seen, Garrett couldn’t believe it. Of course the stoner bro would make first contact. And Jaime- all too willing to delve into the occult- quickly started doing his research. Telling the other frat bros about Garrett.

“Dudes, hear me out.” Jaime slurred one night, “I know how to bring Garrett back.”

Garrett watched their plan unfold. Jaime rambling about some kind of magic and finding the perfect vessel. They would need some kind of anchor for Garrett’s spirit. He watched as they rummaged through old bins in their frat house and found his old jersey and clothes. Apparently getting some poor dumbass to wear his clothes would be all he needed to rejoin the living. But then things stalled. No one wanted to join Alpha Delta Alpha after Garrett’s accident. And no one wanted to wear some dead guy’s clothes. So, Garrett started to lose hope. Until...

“No fuckin’ way.” Garrett had thought when he saw you join the frat, “Bros!” He tried to yell, “You can’t let some fairy join! Dudes!”

But it was too late. When you joined, the frat was clearly uncomfortable. You weren’t exactly their ideal applicant. Lean and gay, you were certainly a first for Alpha Delta Alpha. And if the plan failed... well they’d be stuck with you... But it wasn’t just that. Some felt uncomfortable with the true purpose of you joining. Jaime’s plan was seen as an abomination by a few of them. But you largely ignored both the weird feelings you got and strange conversations you’d overhear tidbits of. Besides, they were your brothers.

And so when they came to you with some old clothes and told you to wear them, you did just that. After some initial hesitation, you stripped and picked up a jock strap. It was dirty, and carried a stale smell of sweat and cum. You cringed as you slowly pulled it up your legs, securing it around your cock and bubble butt.

“Fuck yeah.” Garrett said, watching you from the corner of the room. He grinned as he floated over and placed a hand on your cock, his eyes widening. It was brief, but he could actually feel the cloth of the jockstrap.  

You turned to inspect the other clothes, shifting uncomfortably at the sensation from your dick. Your tan cock started to lighten in color, becoming white with a thick, pink head. And as your bubble butt lost its padding and became thick with muscle, your cock started to grow. Inch after inch, it eventually settled on 5 inches soft. But you barely noticed these initial changes as you pulled up the basketball shorts. As they traversed your legs, the melanin in your skin broke down, turning your legs white. But it wasn’t just your skin that was changing. A forest of wiry leg hairs burst forth into existence, covering your now increasingly muscular calves and thighs. And as the shorts settled on your waist, you let out a moan.

“Fuck, he’s really enjoin’ this.” Garrett mumbled, watching as your muscular ass made contact with the bed, “Of course he is. Becomin’ a real fuckin’ man.” He grinned and sat next to you. His ghostly hand on your leg, “It’s basically jerking off.” He reassured himself as he wrapped his hand around your new cock.

You let out a moan as your cock hardened and bulged in your pants. You were always a bottom, rarely caring much about your cock. But now? Fuckkkkkkk.... It felt so good. Your mouth was agape, drool pooling as pleasure overwhelmed your brain. You hadn’t felt pleasure like this since you bottomed last. And in your haze, you looked down to see a hand. A ghostly hand.

“What?” Your eyes widened when you saw Garrett, “Oh fuck!”

Garrett pulled his hand away, “Dude! Shit! You can see me?” He could see the terror in your eyes, that only seemed to grow when he noticed his legs, “Okay, bruh... just chill.”

“No, no, no!” You say, “I...I...!”

“Stop fuckin’ talking and put the shirt on, bro.” Garrett insists, “Dude...” He grinned as he floated over to you, “I know you want this.” His hand rubbed up against the bulge in your pants, “You and me bro. Together. Come on.”

You bite your lip and resist letting out another moan. What the fuck was happening to you? What were these clothes doing to you? Did you want this? It would be nice, right? Would it? What would happen if you put the shirt on? You barely notice that the skin of your torso is becoming whiter. And your muscles are starting to expand. As you consider the possibility of becoming Garrett completely, your body is already moving in that direction. Before you can think more on this, Garrett’s ghost seemingly starts to sink into your body. His eyes are wide at first, he grins as he realizes he's being anchored.

“Wait...” You watch as your arm moves against your will and grabs the jersey, “Ohhhhhhhh....” You moan as your other hand grips your cock and starts to stroke.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and gasp. You look more and more like an Americanized Latino jock. Far from the twink you had been. And you cry out as the jersey is lowered onto your upper body. And as it settles into place, you groan. Muscles expand rapidly, filling out the jersey nicely. Your pecs become shelves- far from the lean musculature that got you compliments from all those tops. Your abs pop into existence, one by one. And you watch as your arms become a beefy mass of ripped triceps and biceps. Bulging with just slight movements. The strength flowing through you is so unfamiliar. So different. So...

“Fuck yeah bruh.” The words leave your lips without any input from your brain. The voice deep and dumb, “Dude, it feels so fuckin’ good to be alive.” You feel as your calloused hands roam your muscles, squeezing your pecs, “Nighty, nighty.”

And you feel yourself fading. Your mind wrapped warmly in thoughts of beer, football, and videogames. God, you couldn't wait to see your team play again. To grind up against someone at the club. What a life you were going to have now. A simplistic life. Garrett’s life. Your life...

Garrett grins as you settle on one identity, “Fuck....” He moans, “If dying meant doing that again...” He chuckles, “Alright, let’s...”

He strokes his cock and finds his favorite porno. Feminine moans fill the room, and Garrett breaths hard. Stroking faster- desperate. Growing frustrated as his cock softens. Not deriving the same pleasure that he used to. His mind wandering to post-game locker room showers. And his teammates' muscular bodies. And slowly, Garrett stops stroking his dick. His eyes start to widen.

“SHIT!”

Now, as he stands around his frat bros, he can’t help but wonder how he could be gay. How could Garrett Thompson, back from the dead, only want a dick up his ass? Garrett shakes his head and sighs. He couldn’t be angry at them... fuck they were so sexy. His eyes roam and he takes in their exposed muscular arms, and cocky grins. He imagines what they might be packing down there. What it might feel like to wrap his lips around their dicks. And his cock starts to stir.

“You good, bruh?”

Garrett snaps back to reality, “Yeah, yeah...” He flips them off, “You’re lucky you’re all so cute, you fuckers.”

The other bros looked at one another, sly grins forming on their faces. After all, Garrett owed them for all the trouble they went through. Right?

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