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Picture source: @blueravenwolf

Drey had the worst luck in one class. Unfortunately, it was one he needed to pass, or he could be kicked off the football team. It would look embarrassing if the star football player was removed because of one class he couldn't pass. Feeling desperate, he decided to ask the smartest student he knew on campus for help.

Sam looked up to see a shadow over him as he was reading a sci-fi novel. He looked up to see the star football player Drey. Drey would sometimes tease him for his smaller body and smarts, all of which would annoy him. "What do you want now?" He asked, not in the mood for child like teasing.

"I need your help. I need to pass this one class, or I will get kicked off the team. Will you help me?" Drey asked desperately.

Sam was shocked at this turn of events. "Why should I? What is in it for me?" He wasn't interested in helping the football jock who often teased him.

Drey needed to convince him to help him pass this class. "I know we don't know each other that well, but I do know you could help me greatly. So if you help me, I will owe you one, okay?" He offered Sam, hoping he would take the offer presented.

Sam thought about it. "Okay, I will help you. You have to keep your word, though. I promise, breaking your word would have consequences." He added. Drey shook his hand in agreement and left.

A couple of months later, Drey got his grades. He had passed and was in no danger of being kicked off the team. He felt relieved. He saw Sam approaching. "Thanks for your help. My position is safe on the team."

"Great, now we can talk about how you can pay me back." Sam spoke up. He had not forgotten the deal that was made.

"Yeah, about that. I kind of said that to convince you to help me. I honestly didn't mean it." Drey paused. "I was hoping that you might have forgotten about it since I haven't brought it up." He added.

Sam didn't like that after he took time out of his life to help the football jock who liked to tease him a lot. "I see. So, you have no intentions of keeping the deal?" He asked.

"What do you think, gay nerd boy?" Drey was tired of the conversation. He got what he needed and didn't need him anymore.

"I see. So, you used me and is done? Is that it?" He wanted to be entirely sure before proceeding to what he was thinking.

"That is what gay nerds are for," Drey laughed. "Now go away before I have you under my shoes as a footrest."

That gave Sam the perfect idea. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He put in the settings for a pair of black socks. He hit the flash option. Instantly, Drey was replaced with a pair of thick black socks on the chair. He quickly grabbed them and stuffed them in his pocket, and he went back to his dorm room.

Drey saw the flash and lost consciousness. He woke up later feeling something inhabiting the inside of his body. His body felt hollowed out. He could hear the sound of a TV in the background. He then felt something wiggling inside him. He knew exactly what it was a moment later. It was toes. He felt disgusted when he realized what he had become. He was a pair of socks. He tried any motion possible. The only thing he could do was slight vibrations.

Sam felt vibrations coming from his socks. "Oh, you are awake now, Drey. If you haven't figured out already, I turned you into a pair of socks on my feet. You actually gave me the idea. By the way, this is permanent. I deleted the revert data about thirty minutes ago. You belong to my gay feet now." He laughed while wiggling his toes in his new favorite socks.

Drey vibrated angrily on his owner's feet. He was highly upset. He didn't want this to be his permanent life, especially on a gay college student's feet. He wanted his old life back as the star football player. How could the gay nerd have done this to him, a straight jock.

"I don't know if you are upset or happy down there since socks can't talk." Sam paused and laughed again. "Either way, I can't change you back to normal now. You are stuck this way forever. But I did add some durability to you. You should last on my feet for at least thirty years without damage. Enjoy your new life, socks." He laughed again while focusing on what he was watching on TV.

Drey regretted asking Sam for help now. If he knew the nerd would do this to him, he would have asked someone else. He was powerless on his feet. All of his senses were on hyper sensitivity, from taste to feel. The smell of Sam's feet was strong with no escape from it. It was like both feet were in his mouth. He could taste all of it. This was a complete nightmare. He was the straight alpha jock who was the property of one of the gay nerds. He could only regret not keeping his word like he was supposed to.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH to everyone

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Roommate Snacking

They would come a day where people would listen to you and understand that you're not just blowing air up their ass. However today your three friends Josh, Andrew, and Billy had to learn the hard way. Their teacher in the school of hard knocks was none other than your roommate, Brandon.

Brandon was your typical horrible roomy. Didn't cook or clean, but still had the audacity to be a slob. Loud music and even louder sex when you're trying to sleep. All of these things you would reluctantly coexisted with because his job made a ton of money. What scared you was the fact that on multiple occasions you watched Brandon devour men. Pizza guys, the cable guys, mormons, your boyfriends, and even his own. All of them had in one way shape or form become his meal and burped up in your face.

A good enough reason not to invite your best friends over. But they insisted, and wanted to meet this legendary Brandon themselves. And unfortunately their curiosity overwhelmed their survival. Once they crossed the threshold into your apartment, it was over. They weren't three men, just three meals for Brandon. As if things couldn't get worse, you smelled the sweaty aroma in the air. Brandon had just gotten done with a workout and was looking to snack.

Dumb, dumber, and dumbest decided that it would be a good idea to try to talk to Brandon and see what the dude was about. Neither of them looked particularly impressed, perhaps Brandon wasn't what they imagined. Unfortunately their imaginations are quickly dashed by reality. Brandon, not for small talk, reaches out and grabs Billy. The smallest of your friends is devoured quickly. Clothes and all made no difference for Brandon. Josh and Andrew watch as Billy becomes a bulge in Brandon's neck and later belly. A soft thump could be heard as Billy lands in his new permanent home.

Josh goes for the door, but the second he turns his back on Brandon it's over. Your greedy roommate, not satisfied with your first friend moves on to your second. Josh shouts for your help but it is muffled over the sloppy swallowing and gulping from Brandon. Globs of saliva fall from Brandon's wet lips. Brandon devours Josh the way a pelican devours a fish. In no time, just his sneakers are wiggling on the outside. Then, those are gone. Brandon's belly expands with Josh. It sags but clearly by the hungry look in Brandon's eyes, he wasn't done yet.

Andrew looks at you for some kind of reassurance or hope that you would step in. Brandon's protection however only extended to you as a roommate. Your friends are on the table and more importantly on the menu. Andrew was bigger then Brandon, but Brandon didn't seem to mind. He approaches your final friend and opens wide. Brandon lifts Andrew off the floor and glomps down on his body. Andrew's size is no deterrence for Brandon. Your greedy roommate throws his head back as your big friend is turned into a big snack. Helpless Andrew slides deeper into Brandon, bulging out his neck wildly before disappearing past Brandon's chest. You watch as Andrew's form joins Billy and Josh. Andrew's muscular legs are slurped down to his slides. A final and damning gulp makes him disappear for good.

Brandon sighs as he collapses onto the couch. His belly spills out onto his lap. The forms of all three of your friends are rubbed over lazily by Brandon. Even though such a feast was impressive to you, to Brandon it was nothing more than an afternoon lunch. Occasionally he would give the side of his belly a couple of pats. As if he felt the need to remind the three men inside his belly that they were nothing but food. Although the crushing and boiling environment they were in more than likely told them that. Brandon man spreads as he unleashes a hefty burp. Your friend's clothing comes flying out covered in putrid saliva. As horrible as it was to watch your friends be devoured and now digested, you realized you were going to have to clean that up.

Your roommate leans back on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table. He had a beer in hand and a remote in the other. Brandon mindlessly flips through the channels as he nurses his beer. Your friends struggles are lesser now. Whether they wanted to admit it to themselves, but they were food for Brandon. You leave him to his digesting and head back into your room.

You did try to warn them. And now, you would remember them only as a layer of fat Brandon would get from digesting them.

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I already had a crush on my hot stud of a friend named Adam, but my desire for him got even stronger after a drunken confession he made one night. He boldly admitted that his cum had unusual properties, and that anyone who swallowed enough of a load from him would shrink to about a third of their size. After learning the effect was only temporary I insisted to try it out for myself, and it eventually became a regular thing.

I would suck Adam’s sizeable cock until he pumped his load down my throat. What he hadn’t warned me about the first time was the sheer amount of cum he produced. I could feel the thick liquid make my throat bulge as I guzzled it down, gasping for air after the struggle was over. But it was worth it for what came next, the arousing sensation of his seed transforming my body until I was barely 2 feet tall. That left me with the enjoyment of worshipping his much larger, muscular body for hours to come, gradually returning to my original size by the following morning.

Adam was feeling especially horny one night and decided to use my mouth a second time, before I barely had chance to regrow. The added tightness was incredibly pleasurable for him, but having his excessive girth crammed down my throat was overwhelming for me. Swallowing his load was the most intense part, filling my stomach with so much of the warm, sticky liquid that my belly was visibly bloated. Once again his power took hold, the extra dose reducing me to about 10 inches tall.

Deeply relaxed after his two orgasms, Adam quickly fell asleep with my tiny form lying beside him. As his snoring thundered from above, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his body, enthralled by how huge and powerful he looked. Watching his giant, hard member twitch as he dreamed away, I was drawn to the idea of lapping up his precum, in the hopes that I might stay this size for longer.

I clambered onto Adam and buried my face in his slit, savouring the salty taste that I had become obsessed with. At some point I pushed a little too hard, my head suddenly slipping inside. My instinctive struggling only made me sink deeper, and the throbbing of his erection accidentally kneaded me through his shaft. I was pulled all the way into his balls, engulfed in a pool of his hot, raw semen that wasted no time in melting me down to become part of it.

Adam woke up in the morning positively dying to jerk off, with two questions on his mind after he busted all over himself. Where was his friend, and why was that the biggest load he’d ever made?

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Apart of the Menu

A request for @belliescentral

There were only two things in life that mattered to Jake, winning the regional powerlifting meet and eating to the point where he would burst. He had already done the former, a heavy first place medal now dangling in between his thick chest, he just had to focus on the latter and what better place to do that then and all you can eat.

Sushi King was as good as a spot as any to load up in a post victory meal and he was more than prepared. He gets a couple of congratulations when they ask him about the metal as he just gives them a warm smile with a predatory glint shining on his pearly white teeth. Sitting down, he doesn't even need to go over the menu, knowing exactly what he'll want from beginning to end.

"What can I get started for you?"

"I will take to start two of all of the rolls please, I called to hand just to make sure that they had everything ready for me. I'm under your special order." He says knowing that he was going to be there for a while. Might as well get started." Once we are at the midway point, please inform the kitchen to start on the entrees, because I will be taking one of everything off of that menu as well."

"And your drink….sir?" The waiter says almost aghast.

"I will have some of your Orange and Grape Ramune please."

The waiter disappears to go get his soda as he waits patiently for his food, although his calm deception does not paint an accurate picture of how hungry he really is. Because as soon as the first rolls come out, he begins to pack them away quickly, almost not even bothering to taste them! The avocado rolls, California rolls, yellowtail, salmon, cucumber, and Alaska probably are not on their plates for more than 5 minutes before they disappear. Some people even watch the spectacle as some sort of challenge, could he really eat all of that food? Jake wants to prove that, yes, yes he can.

The poor waiter is barely keeping up with removing the plates from the table and bringing back the sushi to keep him continuously eating. A true gluttonous sight, there was not once was there an empty plate on his table at any one time. Some people even stop ordering out of pity for the waiter and to give the kitchen enough time to start on the entrees. The chicken fried rice, chicken yakisoba noodles, and teriyaki steak are brought out and demolished much like sushi. Eventually, the only thing left on the table, seemingly ending the meal, is the shrimp yakisoba noodles being slurped into Jake's mouth. The waiter stands over the table practically sweating, the pit stains being visible underneath his shirt as he looks at Jake to finish it off.

"Is there… anything…" The waiter begins while Jake's belly lets out an audible groan, signaling that he was still hungry even after all of that! How was that possible, was he even human?"... Else?"

Jake is frustrated, his hunger is like an itch that he needs to scratch and luckily there is still more food to eat, it's just not wrapped in seaweed or fried." Oh yes there definitely is more I need." Jake reaches across and grabs that waiter and pulls him right into his mouth. Devouring his head and his neck quickly, tongue tasting over that delicious sweaty skin that he built up over the course that he was here. No one would dare try to help him, because no one wanted to be on his menu either! The only sounds were the deep gulping coming from Jake's throat.

The slim shoulders pass over the tongue while the shirt is soaked to the brim in saliva. Jake shoves the young man down no differently than any of the food that has been in his mouth today. Each powerful swallow fills his belly up more and more, flat chest, abdomen and waist being reduced to nothing but a belly bulge. Jake was now sweating himself, his chest practically soaked as he threw back his head to begin swallowing the last bit of his meal.

Only the kicking legs were now left as Jake tips him upwards to avoid damaging the table in order to make the slide down easier. The restaurant is quiet as one of its employees is funneled down, even the kitchen has stopped to watch the gluttony unfold. Eventually those kicking thighs disappear along with the calves before eventually it is just the shoes that Jake takes off. They clatter to the ground as his tongue wraps around those socked feet and pulls them in. Then with a final triumphant gulp, he pushes all of the waiters down to his gut.

Leaning back in his booth, he put both his hands on that full tank rubbing up and down over its contents. Everything from teriyaki shrimp, sweet potato rolls, and a whole employee now rests at the bottom of his belly. Rubbing over it, he squeezes and kneads the gut, while it shakes with its food inside.

He feels the air in the gas in his belly begin to bubble as he gives it a couple of big slaps, working up a powerful belch that shakes the entire restaurant. Causing the chairs to clatter and silverware to fall off their plates and on to the grounds. Some guests might have assumed that it was an actual earthquake. When they look back they see Jake with a smug smile as he rubs his gut now with the employee shirt resting just above the belly button. Suddenly a cheer breaks out as people clap excitedly at the show that they just watched. Jake gives them a happy wave with one hand while rubbing over the belly with another.

"What is this?" He says as he feels something laminated against his gut, pulling it up seeing that it was the name tag from the shirt. It had occurred to him that he hadn't even got in the waiter's name." Kyle? Well Kyle, whenever you manage to get back to the restaurant, I'll make sure I leave a good tip for you."

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Can we have a story where a skinny pred finally decides to devour a jock in an empty loocker room that's been bullying him/devoured the skinny guy's best friend

Revenge is a dish best served sweaty

Here we were again. Another session of me getting mocked by Tyler at the gym. I've always been small, struggled to put on much muscle or fat, and he's always known how much it bothers me and how much stronger he is. He even ate my best friend to show me how much better he is.

"Seriously dude, you might as well just give up, you're never going to look like this." He said, flexing his muscles and slapping his abs. The smack echoed throughout the empty locker room. To my chagrin, he'd started following me around the gym, putting me down at every turn, letting me know how pathetic I am. Each day I felt my anger towards this handsome jock grow and grow. Each time I heard his cocky laughter; each time he tried to put me down; each time he showed me his powerful muscles I felt a little more hatred stir within my gut.

"The only reason I haven't bothered eating you is because you'd add so little; I'd probably lose more weight digesting you than what you'd put on for me!" Then his face contorted into a wolfish grin. "Not like your little buddy. He did a number on me, I was working him off for weeks. What was it? Tony? Toby?"

"Tommy." I said, under my breath. He'd been the only person who genuinely tried to motivate me and Tyler took that away. He'd gulped him down right in front of me and howled with laughter while Tommy screamed for help. Even once Tommy's screams had stopped after a guttural *CRUNCH* from inside Tyler's stomach and a meaty belch, he continued to get his twisted kicks from the situation as he jerked off happily over his wobbling orb of a gut.

"Tommy! That's it! He took forever to burn off. But safe to say what's left of him is gone now. Now he's just somewhere on here" Tyler said, gesturing to his chest and arms. I mourned my friend for a moment; remembering his kindness and understanding demeanor. I could still hardly believe that Tyler had the gumption to eat him in front of me. But he was counting on that; he knew no one would believe me, and no one would ever truly understand where Tommy went. My mourning quickly turned to more anger, though, as Tyler continued to mock me in the deserted locker room.

"And you'll never have a body like this! This is what you get after hard work and a little help from innocent prey boys like your friend Terry." He laughed.

Something inside me snapped. I was too angry to correct him. Too full of hatred to defend myself from his torments. Instead I just lunged forward with a force not of my own towards the naked jock and pushed him to the floor.

Tyler let out a sort of confused yelp as he hit the ground while he processed what had just happened. Before he had time to regain, his composure, though, I lurched forward and descended on the gym rat. All that hatred, anger, and mourning for the loss of my friend erupted into a powerful gurgle from within my abdomen.

Before I even knew what was happening Tyler's feet were already in my mouth, and I was rapidly moving upward towards his thighs. The taste that flooded my mouth was sensational. Tyler was still sweaty from his workout, which brought out a saltiness and tenderness that I'd never experienced before in food. Then it hit me. Tyler was fucking delicious. Tyler was food. Nothing could have prepared me for how good he would feed sliding into my mouth.

Above me, my newfound meal was clearly starting to panic. Tyler was trying desperately to kick me off, but by the time I was up to his knees he had lost most of his lower mobility. "You're not fucking doing this to me, man! Your stomach couldn't even handle me!" I just grabbed his thighs and pushed the naked, sweaty, exhausted jock further into my gullet.

It didn't take long for me to reach his chest. He was screaming for help, cursing me and even trying to bargain with me; telling me he'd show me how to be a real pred if I let him go. I wasn't taking any chances, this man had eaten my best friend like it was nothing so there was no escape from me now. My stomach was bulging to accommodate Tyler's mass, and his legs were already sitting heavy in my belly. In truth, I wasn't sure how I was going to take all of him, but I persevered and carried on consuming the terrified man. If I'd stopped for a moment I could've appreciated the irony; the man who had been torturing me for months begging and crying as I ate him.

I soon made my way up to his head and Tyler let out a final scream before he was sealed past my lips and I finally closed my mouth. With a few more laboured gulps I let him drop into my belly. There was no point in trying to stand; Tyler's mass was far too great for my strength, so I just sat with my back against the wall, breathless, sweaty and exhausted.

I would've been more worried about being caught if it wasn't so late. I'd always kept to the later hours of the night so no one could make fun of me for being so small. If they'd seen me now I'm sure their opinion might differ.

From inside me I could hear Tyler's screams and curses continue, muffled now by the fleshy cauldron he'd found himself trapped inside. I just let out a contented sigh and felt his form wriggle and writhe from inside me. My stomach gurgled away as it analysed and took in what I'd given it. Soon enough it would get ready to melt, digest, and absorb the jock I'd eaten.

A rush of air suddenly hit my throat and I let out a wet, powerful "BOUUUUUUUUUURP" which echoed throughout the empty changing room. Tyler's trashing continued, as my acids undoubtedly started to sting and burn his skin. I suppose no matter how jacked you are you're no match for a stomach, no matter how small the owner is.

I smiled a tired smile and thought of Tommy. I felt as if I'd avenged him in a way, giving his murderer the same fate my friend had befallen. I could now feel my stomach working harder to break Tyler down, too. His cries were becoming more hoarse as his body started to succumb to the juices inside me digesting him alive. The weight was fading, and soon enough I would be able to awkwardly stumble home and digest him properly. Clothes were out of the question, though. My belly had swollen to an impossible size so I just had to hope the streets were quiet tonight.

I hazily got to my feet, causing my meal to shift inside me. I could Tyler's form weakening as I continued to work on him; a few bones crunched as I moved up the gym steps and out the door.

"Looks like my stomach could handle you" I said, patting my belly and hobbling across the car park. Home was a short walk, and Tyler was still alive, now screaming loudly again as the pain had brought back some of his energy. I just smiled and lay down on the sofa, letting out another soft "urrp" as I drifted off to a comfortable sleep, dreaming of what possibilities this newfound power of mine would bring.

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Charming

Chapter One: Dreams Come True

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Everyone surely knows of Cinderella. A maiden stuck in an abusive household and forced to be a servant to her wicked stepmother and cruel stepsisters, who by the magic of her fairy godmother was able to go to the ball and dance with Prince Charming. Then she runs away at midnight, while the Prince goes looking for the girl who lost her glass slipper, till Cinderella wears it and it’s a perfect fit. The two of them get married, and it’s happily ever after. You know that story, right?

Well, if only you knew that there wasn’t exactly a happily ever after. Once the story ended, all its characters were forced to relive the story from the very beginning, their lives bound by the rules of the fairy tale, going on forever, and ever… and one of those unfortunate characters stuck in this endless cycle… was me. I was the Prince Charming of Cinderella’s story - a plain, unassuming, undeveloped character that only appeared whenever Cinderella was at the ball, and at the wedding.

The story just went on, and on, and on, in the same cycle, over and over... and I was getting deathly bored of it.  Look, Cinderella was a beautiful girl, but after a thousand repeats of this life, I stopped finding her as attractive as I did the first few times I met her. Not just that, there just didn't seem to be any land beyond the kingdom... only plain white light. 

I felt trapped, and it was suffocating me in a way I never felt before. As I danced with Cinderella once more, I began to dream of a day I could get out of this wretched story, and find out who I really was behind my lackluster role as a charming prince.

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James always liked the story of Prince Charming and Cinderella growing up. Considering it was the first Disney film he remembered watching as a kid, the tale of someone finding their rightful place and rising above cruelty was endearing to him. That and he was gay, no matter the portrayal, James always loved the idea of having a prince charming of his very own.

“A handsome man that could come sweep him off his feet and fix all his problems? Who wouldn't be drawn to that?” he thought to himself often as he grew up. See, when James was ten, those problems were petty and small, after all, children’s problems were quite simple. Now that he was 26, a maths teacher who struggled to make ends meet, the problems he wanted to be sorted magically were vastly different. 

While James was on a trip to Oxford for the weekend, visiting some of his family. They explored the city, looking around and doing whatever shopping they needed, and planned to meet later in the evening for dinner. As he wandered around the large campus of the University of Oxford, a twinkle of curiosity flickered in his eye as he found himself near the Bodleian Library, one of the oldest libraries in the world. Entering through the doors, James got to browsing the shelves of old books, not really touching them, just looking. 

That was… until he set eyes on a copy of the original printing of Charles Perrault’s Cinderella… and he couldn't resist pulling it off the shelf and opening it, taking a seat at a nearby nook to read.

As James opened the old, small leatherbound book, he marveled at the beautiful illustrations, feeling immersed in the beautiful world of the fairy tale. It felt like hours passed when he eventually reached the scene of the ball, and just as he turned the page, there I stood, yawning as the girls of the kingdom presented themselves.

Yet, as I looked up to the ceiling of the castle, by some strange magic, I could see James smiling as he looked at me, admiring how handsome I looked. Startled, I stood back, and shouted. 

"Hey, you there!" I moved forward and walked around the page, as if moving towards James. "Get me out of here!" I pleaded.

James’ mouth dropped open as he watched the illustration of me in this old book moving in front of him, as if alive. Almost dropping the book by surprise, he peered down at the page as I spoke. 

"Wait... Are you talking to me? Am I being pranked or something?” James glanced away from the book and around the library, but saw no one watching, before turning his focus back on the moving drawing.

"What... What can I do? You're him, right? Prince Charming?" The unassuming nerdy man asked, feeling a bit silly talking to an old book, but... then again, I’d spoken to him first.

Surprised that he heard my plea, I nervously nodded. 

"I am, but I'm getting bored of this. It's the same story cycle over and over. I meet Cinderella at the ball. We dance. She runs off at midnight and loses a slipper. You know the rest... I can't handle it anymore." I shook my head, throwing my hands in the air, frustrated. 

"I just wish I could escape and live a life of my own, for crying out--" 

Before I could even finish my sentence, my body and mouth froze. The old book began to float from James’ hands, which caused him to fall on his ass, and all of a sudden, a bright light blasted from it. It wasn’t an ordinary light by any chance, it was magical. The wish I just made was about to come true, and neither of us knew what was about to happen.

Just as he stood up and marveled at the golden glow emerging from the pages, a handsome, muscular man flew out of the book, as if ripped out, and landed on top of James, before the book closed itself and fell on the floor in a thud. 

“You... You're..." James groaned and blinked a couple of times at the alluring hunk that had just fallen on top of him, till his eyes popped wide. Wait… he didn't look quite like the illustrations, less perfectly pretty than Prince Charming had always been drawn, but still gorgeous. 

"Ow..." I groaned as I slowly got up, unaware that I wasn't an illustration on a page anymore...

James sheepishly asked, “You aren't him... Are you? Charming? Did you just jump out of that book...?"

I gasped for air and rushed myself off of… the man I saw in the ceiling? I raised my eyebrow and froze in my tracks. I wasn’t in a ballroom, and there were girls in dresses. I looked down at myself - no dress uniform on my body, just a simple blue… shirt of sorts, and strange illustrations on my hands and arms.

As I looked around at my surroundings, I gasped. There were just rows and rows of books, the Cinderella book on the floor… and James just stood there, mouth agape in utter shock.

��I made it out of the fairy tale?” I asked him, unsure of what else to say.

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Hello, Tumblr! I'm back with a new story after some time. I really hope you all enjoy Chapter 1 of Charming!

This story, and its continuing chapters, are based off a fun roleplay I recently did on Discord with @tf-lover, who is a phenomenal writer himself, so please go support his work too!

Chapter 2 will be coming very soon! 

If you're interested in commissioning a story from me, see my post on commissions here! If you can't or don't want to commission any stories, you can also tip me over on ko-fi!

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Joel had to leave his apartment at the end of the lease. They had gone up on the rent, and it was getting expensive for his current income. He had found a new place to stay that was more affordable, but he couldn't move in for another thirty days. He asked his big brother Trey if he could stay at his place just for a month until he could move into his new apartment. Trey agreed to let him.

When Joel got to Trey's place, he saw it was a one-bedroom apartment. He already had his things in storage. "I guess I will be chilling on your couch for the month." He reasoned with his brother.

"I really don't prefer people sleeping on my couch for so long." Trey spoke, not liking that idea.

"Then where will I sleep?" Joel asked back since it was a one-bedroom apartment. There was nowhere else but the floor or in the bed with his brother.

Trey smiled back. "I have the perfect place. Besides, it will only be for a month.'

Joel was curious as to where. He saw Trey take his phone and point the camera at him. There was a quick flash and everything changed in an instant

Joel found himself feeling different. He couldn't move or speak. He could tell that he was laying flat on the floor. He felt Trey's hand pick him up with such ease.

"Nice new shorts even if it's only for a month. Don't worry, I will wash you when you get dirty. Until then, I get to wear you, Joel." Trey laughed as he went into his bedroom to change into his new special shorts.

"NO! Change me back now. I don't want to be clothing!" Joel pleaded. With no mouth or means to speak, there was no way to convey this thought or protest. He felt one leg slide through him. He then felt the other leg go through him. He was pulled up and fitted around Trey's waist. The drawstring was tightened to lock him in place. His only view was that of his big brother's underwear. He felt Trey rub his crotch area. His face had a close encounter with his brother's underwear.

Three Weeks Later......

Trey decided to take a brief nap after coming in from hanging out with his friends. He had gotten a lot of compliments about his shorts. He saw no reason to change them back to normal after how much attention he got from them. He opened the app on his phone and deleted the revert data. "Welcome to my clothes collection, Joel. This way you will always have a place to stay rent-free, either on me or in my clothes drawer." He laughed as he laid the phone down and prepared to take a nap.

Joel was disgusted with his brother. This wasn't the plan at all. He was only to stay with him for a month, not the rest of his life. He wasn't supposed to be clothes whatsoever. Yet, he was powerless to stop Trey. He now regretted asking his brother for this favor.

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Feeling absolutely pathetic meeting my neighbor

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Playtime

You're not sure what happened. One minute, you were sucking off this gorgeous twink who brought you home with an offer of sex. The next, you were feeling a tingling sensation all over and slightly dizzy.

When you finally felt things settle and blinked in confusion at your surroundings. It was still the boy's room but it was gigantic now, the furniture towering above you and a pair of speakers were as big as a truck in comparison to you.

"You look good like this" came an oddly familiar voice that made you jump because it was loud like a clap of thunder and you looked up, and up, and UP to see it was your hookup.

Your brain had a record scratch moment as it struggled to process what you were seeing. There was no way this could be happening. But you remember the way Hunter's cum tasted impossibly sweet like candy and made your tummy feel so warm after guzzling it.

Mere moments before, you were taller than him by a few inches but now you were miniscule.

"Now the REAL fun can begin..." Hunter smirked and leaned down with an outstretched hand. Realizing what he was about to do, you broke out of your stupor and attempted to flee. But your tiny legs prevented you from moving fast and that giant hand enveloped you.

The next several hours consisted of you being Hunter's plaything. He would suck on you like a lollipop, put you in between his mountainous cheeks and hold you there while he walked, drop you down into the pouch of his jockstrap where you were pressed against his cock. Worse, was him telling you that while the effects of ingesting his cum were usually temporary, sometimes it never wore off.

As you were shoved inside his smooth hole, you silently prayed to regain your full size

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Vivarium

Trapped. 

Like some animal. 

A dirty thing, undivine. Unconnected to anything. 

The fake world spreads out under his feet, soft white sand pure of dirt or broken shells, shining, hollow plants that form a spotty, unnatural canopy. And the walls. Four glass walls on every side of him, flat, impenetrable panes that look out onto the human’s endless “living room”. It's empty. The humans that had put him in this glass box are gone, but that's a cold comfort. Where did they go? What are they doing? What are they going to do to him? Milo cannot hold himself up any longer, not without anyone watching, and collapses to sit upon the unnatural sand. 

God, his breathing. He needs to… stop doing that. Milo clutches his head, hot and heavy in his hands, and sucks in deep, strained breaths that whistle through his throat and hollow chest. It doesn't help him, but the black spots popping in front of his eyes fade. 

Trapped. Didn't you say you'd never let it happen to you? 

Milo snarls sharply against the voice that needles his mind. 

“Shut up fucker,” He groans, curling his body to better hold his aching head. They'll be back, the humans. Jac, who Milo thought he had a handle on- who he thought he had a handle on, God dammit, he will be back and he'll bring his friend. The one with the bag that strained under the weight of her shiny-black machines. The one who was listening for his voices and his tricks. The one who found him while he was distracted, stupidly distracted you never let your guard down when you're out here nevernever- she was not as slow as Jac, and she was far more discerning. 

Whatever they'd expected to find in the walls, it wasn't Milo. 

This is what they wanted for you. The voice insists, prodding with sharp claws into his thoughts. They knew your fate when they threw you out- 

“Stop.” Milo hisses. 

They knew that you are too stupid and weak and impatient to survive. They knew you'd be caught, loudmouth sleepless wreck- 

“I'm better than those lifeless, joyless old sprites.”

Better to become someone's pet? 

Milo’s stomach lurches, his jaw flexing. The words fill up his mind, crowd out all other thoughts with it's dark weight. He swallows back bile and stands to lurch along the edges of the glass box, stumbling over the chalky sand, running his desperate fingers along the impossible walls, looking for a gap, a crack, something he can widen and slip through. The four walls are perfect, solid planes of evenly thick glass, too smooth to scale, without so much as a scratch or dent on one. The bent corners are welded as if by fire, melted into one piece without a gap big enough for Milo's fingers to slip through. It seems made to hold him. Or things like him 

Little pets. 

Panic burns like white fire over him. He can't be trapped. Not him. Him. 

Stars, please. What can he do? Once, he could have flown up to the mesh metal grate over him and lifted it off. Once, he could have blown this box into shattered pieces of molten crystal. Once, he could have needled his way into Jac's mind and made him lock himself in a glass box! 

That was taken from him with his wings. With everything else. He's beyond helpless now. 

Beyond worthless. You can't even help yourself.  

He can't make any plans, he doesn't know what's going to happen. What do they want? They'll be able to make money off of him, he knows it. Or maybe they'll just kill him. 

Milo grits his sharp teeth against the thought. He will not be dying to any hands but his own, he won't be their pet. He has to do something. He has to be able to do something. He can trick them, offer them a deal and double cross them somehow, but he has no time. He senses vibrations, below his hearing, rumbling deep within his inner ear. They are returning in their shining black-metal chariot, heavy body crushing small stones as it creeps closer to Jac's house. Milo swallows, taking his fishing hook in hand, steadied slightly by the meagre protection it provides. 

Whatever happens, he will remain himself. 

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I'm tweaking rn

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Commissioned story for @Iuancarlos1227

Alejandro loved fishing. It was his favorite thing to do to relax. His parents were going on a long trip, but they didn't want to leave him home alone due to his aptitude to throw house parties when he wasn't there. So, his parents asked his uncle, Joao Antonio to house sit while they are gone on a business trip for the next couple of months.

Alejandro would have rather had the house to himself than for his uncle to be staying with him for the next couple of months. The problem was that uncle was cool with one exception. He didn't like fishing whatsoever. He loved eating fish and sushi, but the art of fishing annoyed him. He had one time asked him why he hated fishing so much, but he never gave a good reason why.

It was worse for Alejandro when his Uncle Joao had forbidden him from fishing while his parents were away. While he would be staying there, there would be absolutely no house parties or going out to go fishing. This greatly displeased him, but it would not deter him from trying to fish.

This led to an argument with his uncle when he caught him fishing just a few days after his parents had left. Clearing breaking his rules wasn't something his Uncle Joao was going to stand for. He warned his nephew there would be consequences for breaking his rules again.

Alejandro's desire to go fishing would not be denied. He snuck out one night to go fishing. He had hoped to return before his uncle found out. When he came back home, his uncle was in a chair in the den waiting on him to return.

"I see you went fishing again." Uncle Joao spoke in an annoyed tone.

"It's what I like to do, and you can't stop me." Alejandro spoke up defiantly. No one was going to stop him from fishing.

"I guess you have to suffer the consequences for a full week. I told you not to break my rules, or there would be consequences." Uncle Joao took out his phone and pointed the camera at his nephew. After putting in some settings, he hit the flash option. "Just remember it's only for a week, I promise. That should be long enough to teach you a lesson. I am sure my feet will do that nicely." He added.

Picture source: internet

Alejandro found that he couldn't move at all or speak. He felt his uncle picking him up off the floor. The next thing he saw he never expected. His uncle's foot was entering him and settling directly on his face. He realized what his uncle had done. He had literally turned him into shoes for him to wear. He now understood what he meant by his feet would teach him a lesson for a week. "Change me back." He mentally pleaded at the mercy of his uncle's feet. He didn't want to be his shoes for an entire week. Once both shoes were secured on his uncle's feet, he knew what a full week would be like.

Uncle Joao like his new temporary shoes. "Wow, you do make comfortable shoes, nephew. I do promise to keep my word. It will be only for the next seven days. Until then, I think I will enjoy these shoes to the fullest." He laughed as he walked about his day as though he was wearing normal shoes on his feet.

The next seven days were a nightmare for Alejandro. His uncle wore him everywhere he went. The worse was that he didn't wear any socks the entire time. It was his bare feet. It only took one day to smell like sweaty feet. His insole face had molded to his uncle's feet for max comfort. He was forced to take in direct foot odor to his face and absorb all his foot sweat and musk. And then do it all over again the next day. He was treated like common shoes the entire time. His uncle didn't speak to him. He just walked in him as though he was just an object on his feet and nothing more. He had no means to scream for help or protest this treatment. A whole week felt like a month under his uncle's feet. Each day felt like it took forever for his uncle to take him off. Even when he did take him off, he could still feel all that foot sweat now drying on his insole face and musk all inside his shoe bodies. There was no escape from it from day to day whether being worn or not.

After the seven days were over, Alejandro was back to human again, but he reeked of his uncle's feet. "I am glad to be back to normal. I need to wash your feet funk off of me."

"I take you learned your lesson then." Uncle Joao walked off smiling at the results.

It took several showers back-to-back to fully get rid of his foot funk. Alejandro still wanted to go fishing regardless. He just would have to be smart about it in a way that his uncle would not find out. Being a pair of shoes for a week was a nightmare. He definitely didn't want to go through all that all over again, because it might be longer than a week.

Two days later, Alejandro received a text from one of his friends that eleven of them were going out on the lake for a big fishing reunion. And he was invited to come. That excited him, but he worried his uncle would find out what they were doing.

"Hey Uncle Joao, a friend invited me over to his place for the night. I should be back in the morning." Alejandro told his uncle, leaving out the crucial part for safety reasons.

"Okay, as long as it has nothing to do with fishing." Uncle Joao agreed.

"I promise, no fishing. I learned my lesson while you are here. Your feet were horrible." Alejandro added. His uncle only just laughed at his comment.

Picture source: provided by @luancarlos1227

Alejandro was glad to meet out with his group of friends and to be out on the lake fishing, drinking beer and enjoying one another. Soon part of the conversation came up about why he wasn't out fishing much. They had miss seeing him. He explained the situation of his uncle staying with him while his parents are way on a business trip. HIs uncle despised fishing and would not let him go fishing whatsoever.

"Your uncle would be upset then since he knows what you are doing now." Ricardo suggested.

"He doesn't know. I told him that I wasn't fishing." Alejandro corrected. "He would not have let me come if he knew that fact." He added.

"What are you going to do with the fish you catch?" Tan asked nexted.

"One of you will have to bring it to my place as a gift. He would not know the difference." Alejandro thought up quickly. "That way I get to fish, and he never found out."

After fishing for a while, one of his friends wanted a picture with him and the fish he caught. Luiz wanted his picture taken with the two fishes he caught from the lake. Alejandro agreed and snapped a picture of him with his phone.

Picture source: provided by @luancarlos1227

Luiz liked the picture and uploaded it to his social page.

Uncle Joao saw a notification on his phone. Someone who was a friend of his nephew had posted a picture of himself holding the fish he caught. He was then angry when he saw that his nephew was tagged in the post with eleven other guys about the fishing trip they were on. It infuriated him that his nephew broke his rule once again and lied about his whereabouts. He decided he would teach him a permanent lesson. Since he loved fishing so much, he decided that he should share the fate of what happens to fish when they are caught. In fact, he decided to include all eleven of his friends as well.

As Alejandro and his friends arrived back, he saw his uncle standing there with a twisted smile on his face. He saw that he had something up his sleeve, and he wasn't going to like it.

"You like fishing so much, I think you should know what it feels like." Uncle Joao spoke as he took out his phone and pointed the phone camera at the twelve of them.

"Wait, I can explain." Alejandro quickly pleaded but was too late as the camera flashed at all of them. He found himself unable to move or speak. He couldn't hear his friends either. He wondered what his uncle had done to them.

Uncle Joao gathered up the fish on the ground. "Yummy. I think it's going to be sushi night for me." He laughed as he picked up all the fish, including the once they caught.

Uncle Joao knew of a chief buddy who specialized in preparing fish and making great sushi. He took the fish to him to prepare it. He was looking forward to having some good sushi. He had wanted his friend to prepare the whole batch so that he could take some home with him to eat there.

Alejandro couldn't believe what was happening. His uncle turned him and his friends into fish. He had no means to call for help. He was helpless as the chief began to slice and dice him and his friends up. It was painful being prepared into sushi for his uncle to eat.

Uncle Joao thought to himself at his friend's restaurant. How was he going to explain to his brother where his son was. Alejandro was 23 years old, so that would qualify for moving away from home. It would be a good enough explanation. He also wondered how human transformed fish would taste like. Would it taste like normal sushi or something different? He definitely was looking forward to trying it out for sure.

Uncle Joao's friend came over with several boxes and a small sample tray of the sushi. "The rest of the fish is prepared in the boxes. This is just your sample to eat here and enjoy." His friend told hm. He thanked him as he walked back to the kitcen.

"You all look so yummy. What should I sample first?" He laughed looking down at the sample plater in front of him. He didn't know which pieces were his nephew and which were his friends. To tell the truth that really didn't matter. All of them was his food now. He took a bite of one after dipping it in some sauce. "Oh, you taste good, whoever you are." He added.

Alejandro watched in horror as his uncle consumed a piece of one of his friends. He mentally cried to wake up from this nightmare. He watched as his uncle drunk his beer and eat sushi until he finally picked him up off the platter. He dipped him in sauce and dropped him in his mouth. His uncle's teeth were like sharp knives ripping him a part piece by piece. It was extremely painful to say the least. It soon came to an end when his chewed remains were swallowed into his uncle's gut to be digested in his stomach acid. The sum of his life now being consumed in his uncle's stomach.

Uncle Joao went back home with his boxes of sushi after finishing his sample platter. All of it tasted so good. He couldn't wait to try more while watching a good movie on the big screen tv. Who knew such punishment would taste so good.

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(First real caption I’m making I hope you like)

- New Government Initiative -

to combat the crisis of overcrowded prisons letting guilty people get away the government took dire straits and elected a new initiative

the initiative stated that any person facing severe charges whilst showing no sign of rehabilitation would be eligible for military use and they would be transformed into durable cushioned socks for the hardworking men protecting the country there was backlash but the majority of people voted in favour of such initiative so it was implemented

the military took very kindly to this increase in support day by day all the soldiers received a box containing two socks and a letter stating the name of the criminal and the crimes they committed, upon reading that they had felt great pleasure in stretching those criminals across their smelly calloused feet dooming them to endless onslaught of foot sweat and toe jam

and to further protect the sacred rights of our precious military the initiative states that the soldiers are not liable for any damage done to these socks the socks are just fabric to be worn and eventually discarded