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Alls well to ends well

You would think the coach would be content with his life?

A big burly man, former pro player, teaching boy to be men.

You'd think he'd be even more content knowing he transforms boys into jocks, doesn't matter who they are , they will be stripped of everything and reborn as a football jock, though the process isn't always the same, the goal is a big ,dumb ,horny masculine testosterone filled football jock. But it really depends on the person, if the boy was a biology major, the outcome would be a jock that's particularly smart in health, can't be athlete and not take care of yourself right? He would know all the ins and out of his muscles, and what to eat, but don't get me wrong, he's a complete idiot in anything else, he's still dumb, but only smart in was of football and his body. And is he big? Yes, his muscles would have expanded big and tight, with his knowledge of health, he would actually be quite obsessed with maintaining a perfect diet so grow huge. He would also be extremely horny, with how much testosterone he must have.

The transformation process happens like this with every boy, the team are never carbon copy dumb jocks, but just unique dumb jocks.

You would think coach hunter would not think twice about the transformations, he wants to make the world more manly one boy at a time.

But at times, when he witness the final transformation of the man before him, the cum still dripping from the new jocks cock, with a cocky grin and chuckle to match

You could say he's spent decades doing it, he's watched boy after boy, either ask for it or be forced into it.

Hunter was growing older, he was divorced and childless from a young age, you could say him doing these transformations is his way of trying to be a father he never was.

In his office , he would watch jock after jock, come and go so many times, he would look at the same posters of jocks on the wall, the sweaty musk in the air, the yellowed lighting.

His body was growing weaker , flabby even, , though it looked strong, and he was, his spirits were failing him

You could say he was ready to retire

The boys he created or taught naturally, all respected him and went on to become great athletes. Hunter would lean against his leather chair wondering what the point was anymore. They all treated him like a father, that was his wish wasn't It? To pretend to have a son to coach and lead.

Though every time that son would up and leave , he would create more and more, he lost track of what he really wanted

He had a thought, though he never dared to think it, what if I tried it on myself?.

He wonders maybe what he wants is a reset , a chance to relive his youth happily and sweaty , he wanted to be a jock again.

Though before he could finish his thought a boy came Into the room, his name was Aaron, a young boy, tall, average build, not ugly in any means, though a loner and just a wallflower.

"Hey there son, what can I do for ya?" The big man would say with a tired smile.

Aaron would awkwardly smile crashing the back of his head

"ehe, hi coach, I just.. wanted to ask something.."

Hunter curious asks"oh and what would that be?"

Aaron trembled slightly, awkward" i-.. er... Want to play football.. be a jock.." he'd look away in shear terror and embarrassment, as if he said the most painful thing.

Coach hunter would look for a moment before laughing loudly

"my boy, you act like you're telling me someone died or something, you don't need to be afraid to ask such a question.. what made you want to ask it? If you want to play football, Im the man to come too"

Aaron would awkwardly chuckle* ehe yeah

.. sorry, I'm not great at talking..

I just.. want to feel the wind in my hair, the strong boy of the guys, to be big and muscular. Someone important and hot. I've always liked football.. though I never had a chance to play*

Coach hunter looks at him with a curious listening smile- " well Aaron, looks like you have a deep longing for it. I can tell you've kept these feelings down for a long time . If football is what you want, than I can do it for you. I assume you know what is to happen?"

Aaron looks at him -" y yeah I've heard through the grape vine what happens here, they say your really good at transforming"

Hunter chuckles" well.. I'm not that good. I'm just tried, to be honest"

Aaron looks concerned,"oh? What's wrong coach? Getting tired of transforming guys?*

Hunter sighs * yeah.. if things do as planned.. I think I'll make you my last boy.. before I go*

Aaron shocked *wow really? I can imagine it must feel strange, you bring so much change , but you don't exactly see any benefits for yourself, I'm honoured to be your last.*. Aaron swallows

*but I think you want something more. Don't you? Would you... Like to join me?*

Hunters shocked by the words, it cut deep, his heart racing

*j join you? I-..* he looks away

Aaron chuckles and takes his hand

*it's better than retiring sad an lonely isn't it? I can see your eyes, holo and dark, you want to feel that air too.., and if it helps, I'll be your best bro. We can be brothers even , what do you say?*large goofy grin*

Tears from in coach hunters eyes as he looks to me *Aaron... . I... I'd love nothing more...*

Aaron grins squinting his eyes*well then .. brother "winks" we better get a move on right? And can I just say .. I love the name hunter.. I've always wanted to be one*

Coach hunter laughs and chuckles awkwardly* wow, never thought I'd see the day.. let's do this... Brother .., and you like my name? Well why don't we share it then.. let's be hunters together bro *he winks** a light shines in his eyes once more.

The transformation was as he always remembered it, a hypnotic spiral, the smells of sweat and cum. The arousal in the air. Once into, football would become your life, along side an extra thing, the coach would give a drop of his blood to the boys , in an attempt to maybe create a son, though nothing ever turned out, it just speed up the process.

In this Aaron chose to give his own blood too, he stabbed himself with a pin

*here.. hunter.. let us become one .. a family*smiles*

More tears fall from hunters eyes as Aaron takes the shot of hunters blood and hunter sucks on Aaron's finger, in this moment the transformation would begin

The spiral would take the two guys into an embrace, both would start to sweat buckets. Stink. Hunters body would start to shrink, the muscles deflating , but also tightening. The years being turned back on his skin, his greying hair sprouting thick new locks , dark and healthy. Styled with an undercut and a cwaufed top. His dick would be rock hard and leaking in this moment, his eyes fogged over, drool from his mouth.

A similar process would be happening to Aaron, he would crack and grow taller, reaching the height of hunter his shoulders cracking and getting bigger z 6 back cum gutter abs, his arms huge , thick and legs like tree trunks. Drool from.his mouth and a dick hard as rock .. the blood they swallowed would also get to work, changing their DNA to make them brothers.. the same age, but not twins. The two would fall onto a couch , both holding each others dicks, as they stared at the spiral . Their memories being rewired and changed. both two brothers... Names hunter.. though one is blonde and one is dark blonde to differentiate them.. both were prodigies at football , though always extremely sweaty and horny , they would dominate the field, and do it in style together*

Coach hunter, bow just Hunters hair turned dark blonde with highlights through it, and Aaron, now hunter, turned a light blonde

The two would stroke each others dicks slowly, both having the biggest smiles on each others faces

Then the kit. A tight football kit would start forming, from musky cleats, tight pants, and a jearsey that both had taken off on the side, both reeked of sweat and cum, just to brothers. To bros helping each other out.

As the fog was lifting from each others new minds, they both would cum hard . Spewing rope after rope of cum , it's known the hunter brothers are two horny guys, you cannot stop them*

Blonde hunter looks to his brother, looking over at the TV to see just a porno of jocks, suddenly there all in a messy dorm room, musky and trashed with beer cans , kits and weights, both roombros

*fuck...bro... Thanks bro.. I owe you one bro * blonde hunter continues to stroke his cock moaning spewing more cum

dark blonde hunter doing the same thing moans back *fuck bro.... .. any time bro..*

They look at each other lovingly,, just two brothers jerking off, playing football and being just two sweaty masculine men, and they would all thank their coach.. coach Jason.. who trained them to be the men they are.. and dew to their past life's, dark brown hunter being a former coach has great leadership skills, he commands on the field like the alpha he is ,blonde hunter though he wasn't Great at much before, only a bit of an artist, he's just very horny . A complete horn dog, even compared to his brother.. he's obsessed with football. Probably due to the fact Aaron had always wished to become a football jock, he follows his brother without question, they both do, he strives to command a field just like he does, he has a fire in him he makes known to all he meets

The two brothers lay on the couch laughing and jerking off , sweaty, and watching the game,

they would never want it any other way ..

Just two big dumb horny football jock .brothers..

The hunter brothers

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Saw someone asking for a TF version of an erotic ‘Would You Rather’ game with their followers, so I decided to make one.

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Woo a year older

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Taken by the musk

it was like any other day for coach hunter, a tall muscular man, tough, a leader, he coaches the football team, in his own way,

Transforming other guys into jocks is what he does, big, muscular, dumb, horny football jocks. He could never get enough of it, he loves the controll he has, turning likewise audinary guys, or nerds into a perfect image of a jock

His latest victim was Aaron, a average guy, almost 6 foot, not too skinny or anything, he never was great on anything, except art, though if you had asked him he wouldn't say he was all that good, he wasn't popular or nerdy, he was just kinda there,

And coach wanted to fix that,

he prepared his ritual and the secret hypnotic video , everything., he called Aaron in later that day, to discuss his attendance, or lack there off in pe class.

When Aaron arrived he sat down and listened to coach hunter talk, it was mostly a normal convosation, but unbenounced to Aaron was the hypnotic audio in the background, and a smell in the air, soon enough his eyes glazed over and he just kinda sat there , drooling.

Coach smiled and told Aaron he will be safe. He knows it , I orders Aaron to stand up and go over to the TV, where a spiral and images of jocks were flashing, he did as told and stood there

coach watches on as aarons muscles bulge and rid the confines of his clothes ,and grow bigger, thicker, abs rock hard, tree trunk legs, a chest that would make any women jealous, a sharp jaw with a drag guy beerd, a cocky alpha grin, dumb cocky glassy eyes, a hair style with shaved sides and sharp edges , armpits , feet and cock start to excude a potent stench, of sweat, testosterone, dirt,a manly, almost suffercating smell , like he wore the same clothes to the gym without showering for months, his body dripping sweat, glistening wet, such a strong smell it can get others addicted, even warp their mind. His bulging mass of a body and rock hard leaking 12 in cock, slowly gets wrapped in a tight football kit,soaked in his sweat, anyone who wore his jersey would never be the same, the jearsey tight to his frame, a yellowed stained cumy,jock strap tight and his cock inside filling it up with pre cum , and the pleasure grew and grew untill he cummed, , tight lycra football pants and pads hugy legs and tightened, making his tight jock ass pop, , his feet, sweaty and musky get football cleats surrounding them, tight, worn, yellowed, the stench inside could nock someone out.. he stand there a hulking, sweaty, dumb, horny football jock , Aaron.

Coach was so enamerd by what he saw, from his own knowledge, the jock transformation doesn't just follow. Set guideline for how the jock should turn out, usually it's based on the personality, dreams and wishes of the one being transformed, most nerds come out very basic, there tall, muscular, and bad suffer from fragile masculinity, and can be rude to others, popular guys who are transformed are usually very big, brauny, golden retriever like, dumb, happy, there a friend to all, and still kill it on the field

He wondered, what was I like. To end up becoming so big, muscular.. sweaty manly.., it makes him think.. did he want this all along?

Aarons transformation is the strongest a guy has ever taken to the effects, he was perfect...but at the same time, hulking.and sweaty , not that jocks don't get sweaty, but this was different. coach ponders the thought, most guys turn out different because there's pushback during it, a inner soldier trying to fight the transformation, but too him, Aarons happened relatively fast, and for this outcome, he was truly speechless.

The stench was over whelming, it was ripe, strong, coaches dick was hard, he was standing close to Aaron

Too close. , he couldn't move.. he was

Inches away from Aaron's chest, he tried to move, but the smell was so strong.. so addicting , he wanted more.

No

He needed more, coachs eyes were glazing over as Aaron looked at him..

"you like the smell.. don't you brah.. * he said in a deep masculine Voice.

*well let me help you help brah"

To coach hunters horror Aaron takes off his jersey, sweaty and ripe , yellowed in the armpits, and he threw it on coach,

Coaches dick became erratic, throbbing, leaking, , it was almost painfull to bare the feeling of it being trapped in his pants,.

Coach hunters mind goes bank,.all he could think about is the stench Aaron's stench.. no.. his stench?

Hunters body started to excude a similar smell, the transformation already underway.. the jearsey melts and forms onto hunters body as his muscles deform and lessen, his height lowering form 6.6 to 5.11, his muscles soften , but are still large, his dick once at 12 inches lessens down to a average 6 inches .. his hair was growing in, thick , a pretty boy hair cut, his jaw wasn't all that sharp but wasn't too soft.. his body was leaking sweat, a strong stench. Like Aaron was, he wanted it. He needed it.. he wanted to be a jock.. no he needed to be a jock... He needed to be just like Aaron..

A football kit forms on the now regular hunters body. Tight, but could use some filling out, he wasn't week by any measure, but wasn't a pro in any capacity..

A jock strap and pants form as cleats form too, all look relatively new, besides the foul stench and sweat dripping from them,

Aaron grins dumbly seeing all of it, he's jacking off in the corner, smelling his stent as he watches

Hunter looked more like Aaron did before his transformation.. the side effect of the transformation, since coach hunter wasa man who transformed others for his own gain, even though he was a former NFL player and a big muscular man even in his older age, he prayed on younger guy, as if he was living through the guys being transformed...as if he wished he had that happen to him, or wa she insecure about something in his youth? Either way.

There hunter stood, a sweaty young man,.he was awkward around ppl and had his secret quirks and kinks, in an attempt to be more like the other jocks, he stopped showering and washing his clothes.. although it's not always been the greatest idea, and most of the guys are fine with it, whist anyone else is repulsed by the stench.

Hunter wished to play football so I asked his coach.. jason. Hunter paused confused for a moment ,but snapped back once his dick.cummed in his jock strap from all the pleasure, . Yeah.., he said, coach Jason Is my , our coach, what ever was he thinking being confused .

His glassy eyes look over to Aaron, whos grinding and flexing in a mirror

Hunter stands there, awkward,. jealous.. his checks flushed red, his heart beet quick , he wanted to be like me.. he wanted it so badly.. it's why he joined the team , to fulfil his dream of becoming a jock

Aaron turned around as patted hunter on the back, he already forgot what had just happened after he was flexing and jacking off

Hunter blushes trying to hide it,. fighting the urge to kiss Aaron

He and Aaron walked off to the locker room to get changed and clean up...like always

Just two jocks on the same team, like it always was..

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Hi! I love your blog. It has very cool stories. I am an ordinary Slavic guy of 26 years old. And I'm curious to know what you would do to me if I were at your mercy right now.

Completely at my mercy? Well if you insist ...My latex body starts to feel up upon your body, teasing your nipples and squeezing your bulge.... Slowly I start to peel off your clothes, ripping them off, leaving your body naked...

I push my leaking latex cock up against your ass, my latex skin up against your body, teasing and feeling upon you, hearing your arousal and your dick hardening.I put dick inside you, fucking you raw, latex entering your body , slowly turning your skin black in latex, your eyes roll back as latex starts to drip from your own cock.

Your body de aging , the cruel hands of time turned back , your muscles start to grow and bulge, hard shiny muscles .. now encased in a new latex skin, your hard 6 pack abs, your tree trunk legs, .

Your now hyper sensitive nipple .. your. Body grows taller, thicker, muscular, and is soon covered in latex...The latex enters your brain, beginning to erase your memories, you don't know who are... Where your from, whats happening.. all you know now is that.

You are a drone...

I wisper into your ears, it rings in your head forever.. you are a obedient drone to hive...I continue to breed you, fuck you, convert you.. on your feet a pair of heavy leather boots appear and tighten to your leg forever.. a symbol of your presence..

Your cock now covered in latex and rock hard.. Noe forever.. leaking and throbbing.. white and black cum..What are you ? I askIt.. it is a drone.. it must obey the hive.. it must cum and find others to convert.. it is a drone. It is a drone, you say in a monotone voice...

as a latex hood mask covers your head, making you featureless, just like me, just like a drone..

With that your body convulses and your cock erupts in ropes of cum, black cum.. your old else spewing upon the floor. Your cock continues to leak ...

A Now forever horny.. obedient.. DroneYou get up, , stomping onto the cum with your boots, we look at each other..

You announce - *it is drone 19383*

my cocks throbs and spews black cum in affirmation.

Yes , it is a drone, We soon both leave, two drones, onto our next target

I hope you like it 😅 ehehe

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someone ask me a question,I'm bored

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Revenge

What is it that makes a human will? Why is it that we try so hard to be something unique when the world is against us.

The world of drones has ... Expanded to say the least. I watch the willing and unwilling get stripped of all identity , to then be braced in a latex to act as a new skin, all the while their previous life is erased and a new programing is set, so they are obedient and horny, a perfect drone, the final stage is a perpetually hard cock, leaking black cum..

It's almost unreal to watch it happen. It's scary, yet intriguing.

I am no one special, I'm hunter, a skinny guy trying to make ends meet in a dingy small apartment, my so called family, who are rich and have power, kicked me out long ago, I have nothing to my name, while they relax in a big house. It angers me.. I'd do anything to watch them suffer..

I laugh at the thought.. but realize it's not so I realistic .. if I could send a drone to them.. I could watch them fall

I day dream over the idea, to watch them fall into a robotic obedient drones... Would be so funny.. but then a nock at the door wakes me from my say dream.

"Oh.... Ik thosr nocks, I thought I'd never get them"

I walk over to my door and peek though the spyhole , a black figure, shiny, muscular.. a drone..

I open the door, witnessing the mighty of this being, it's throbbing dick, it's muscles, I look at it's featureless black face.

"A drone... Hello"

*Greetings. Human, It is drone 6978 it has come to evaluate you*

"Oh i see.. well I before that.. I have a request for you and your hive"

*What might that be human?*

"My stuck up snobby rich family.. left me to rot , they wanted nothing to do with me. They live comfortably in a large house while I suffer here with a dead end job and worn rags as clothes,

I would do anything to see them fall, I want revenge" a fire in my eyes

The drone processes the Information I have given it

*Human.. your order has been processed. It will be done. But one has to repay the hive for this request*

I grin wickedly at the drones words

"Well.. I look forward to watching their overdue transformation, but please.. I want them to suffer.. I want them the lowest of the low...

Are there ranks to this hive?"

The drone processes my question

*Affirmative human. There are ranks., combatant is the lowest, what you ask is for your family to be combatants?*

"Perfect..." Grins evily

"Now.. as for my payment... " I look around my small apartment for a breaf moment.. taking in the mess, the clothes, remembering the struggle.. yeah I was done with it all"

"I take it the payment is my own transformation into. Drone? Well as long as I'm a higher rank than a combatant. I'll go with you"

The drone processes the information

*It understands, your order has been processed and complete, we must proceed with your payment*

The next few moments? It's felt like a eternity of pleasure. I let the drone fuck my ass with it's leaking latex hard cock., the pleasure was intense.. my cock was hard and leaking

"Assimilation begun, it will become a drone.."

Like a chant , a echo.. it's words ring in my head, the pleasure taking over, my body beging to expand. Mucles growing.. black latex spreading all over .. drone... Drone... Must .. obey... Obedient... , I can hear the mantra.. I repeat it.. it must repeat it...

Black boots form on my feet, my cock getting bigger and starting to leak black cum.. my face and head beeping covered in latex. Becoming smooth and shiny.

The reprogramming coming to an end. One was a drone. It was a drone. It must obey

*Assimilation almost done. Stand up drone*

I stand up gettingy bareings

*It's designation is drone 4576. , repeat repeat*

My cock throbbing and mind reshaping as the pleasure builds

"It is drone 4576, it is a drone. It must obey. It must serve. It must assimilate. It must cum.."

My mind reshapes and my cock explodes with black cum , and with perpetual leak of pre cum

*Assimilation complete , it is a hunter drone , one of us. We hunt for new humans to assimilate, we are a high rank ,repeat repeat*

"It is a hunter drone, it understands"

Both our cocks throb as my programming sets in as I get it's first order

**Assimilate a rich family into combatants**

Since it doesn't remember ones past life, it doesn't realize this is it's doing, but it must do the order.. it must obey

*Let's depart. Drone*

We walk away, two drones ready to hunt

"

I hope this is an alright story 😅 long time no see !

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My alternate universe

*I hope his works out guys, I'm trying something new *

*theme of story? - meeting me from an alternate universe*

Part 1- a test drive for if ppl like my idea!*

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My name is Aaron, 21, male, 5 foot 11 and a half and asexual, I'm an art student in uni, I have blue eyes , skinny body yet I have some strengthand shoulder length dark hair. And when it comes to friends, i only have a few I never see in person.

I've always been somewhat of an outcast, never being able to fit in anywhere, I was never popular, I was never that smart,and I was never that athletic, I've always wondered my place in life

Now I never expect to leave the comfort of my room, house or country, not BC I'm arrogant and rich, it's just that, idk what I want in life, I've always been indecisive, and I don't have a passion for anything, I can draw quite well, but starting a career with that is not that easy , and I don't think I'm up to that task,

I blink once and one moment it's a specific year, and then I have ended up 4 years into the future, unsure of what I even did or what happened in these past 4 years, I'm my own Rapunzel, but without a Flynn rider to save me from my tower

It's not like I like this arrangement, I have dreams and wishes , but i never expect to be able to do any of it.

My dreams you might be thinking?

I wish to be a soccer player , American football could work too, not professionally persey , but just be able to play the game, have a life surrounded by it, muscular men, kicking a ball around, and having fun, then going out for beers , my insecurity is how I got into the hypnosis side of tumblr, if I could transform into a jock, then maybe my life could be complete, . thought it never happened, all I could do was jerk off to jock hypnosis porn or Tumblr posts,

It's happened so many times , I now don't feel anything from jerking off, I got bored ,tired even, why do this? It's never gonna work.

I recently bought myself a fake soccer jersey, why? Idk, not like I ever supported a team, but I felt intrigued enough to buy one, I mostly like looking at it, wearing it does nothing to me.

As a child, I'd always like the confidence the popular guys gave off, the rowdy footie guys , crazy as they might have been, I admired their confidence and doesn't give a fuck attitude, allot of them where like chavs, shiny tracksuits and tns, I liked them... Although some never liked me, quite visibly too, running away from me BC they think I was gay, clearly some of them had fragile masculinity and needed a reality check.

As a child , from my room, whenever I went onto my balcony, I could see the bright lights off a soccer pitch, far in the distance, it's all I can see , bright at night, but it's what I heard, I can still hear the shouts , grunts of guys kicking the ball , echoing in the darkness, close enough I could here it, I wished to join them.

You could say football/soccer has been secretly apart of me for my entire life, though I could never do anything to play, I never had a chance too. I really enjoy the kits.. cleats are my favourite part, they look so cool.

Tumblr has shown me many a big, dumb, horny, obedient, mindless football jock, many tf I stories jacked off too, many times I wished I could join them, even if I completely changed my life , or became a drone encased in latex . But it never came, and it never will.

But then... One fateful day, I'm chilling on my bed, as usual, when I scroll through Tumblr, seeing muscular guys, and tf stories , things I've grown accustomed too, I sighed and I could join them. I reached my hand out and grabbed the air, like something was there, for no reason, reaching out to grab a sliver of luck from the air. That's when everything went white, and suddenly I plopped on a messy bed, my bed?, and then a sudden, startled, what the hell and a loud gasp from the two of us.

Holding hands, we locked eyes onto each other, pale faces and wide eyes , it was like a distorted mirror, or a filter , but this guy, shorter hair, styled and messy, poster of players plastered on the walls, his body looked muscular and toned, a fuller beard, and on the floor where pieces of kit items and laundry, dumbbells , knee pads and a pile of basic laundry and a clear a soccer kit, the smell of the room was mucky and strong, with the hint of axe body spray, then seeing several of the body spray cans in the bed side table, the shelves had some trophies, medals, and small kits hung up on the wall., then I saw a beer bottle on the table,I turn to look deep into his eyes deep blue eyes, we let go and both instantly realised,

We were the same person..

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Ooo Clif hanger, rawrrrrr

Tell me if you want to know what happens next 😅

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

How have I had this account for 2 years 😅

Damn

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The life change

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Sup bros!

It's been awhile hasn't it😅, I hope I can still do this

Hope you like it!

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I'm coach josh, I teach at a college coaching the school football team, we have a good team full of muscular , toned, handsome men, obedient and horny, just how I programmed them to be.

What? You think its easy getting a good team?, no, I had to craft these boys into obedient football jocks, sure they still have their lives ahead for them, one day I'll let them go, so they can go off and achieve football greatness, but for the time being, they are MINE, I will just get a new team.

Today was like the rest, teaching pe class as usual, a group of girls and boys, a regular class, the boys among the class are mostly all sporty, and energetic, some at even my own jocks.

As usual the girls who don't do anything sit out or have an excuse to sit out, while the rest join in with the boys. Unfortunately, not all the boys join in.

Aaron, he is the only one who sits out, he's slender, tall, long hair, he's quite good looking in his own right, but he's not athletic, he's not smart nerd either, sometimes he joins in, but doesn't do much on the account of not being able to or want to, he quietly just draws in his book., he doesn't have many or any friends at all, he's a wall flower , no one really pays attention to him

Well .. except me I guess

I watch in disappointment again, it's always like this. Though what's odd is whenever we have football practice, he seemingly likes to stare at the players , deep in thought , I notice it at times, and wonder what he's thinking, he draws at the same time, so I've always been curious to what he draws.

Today in class It was a small game of football. Girls Vs boys. A regular exercise in this class. I'm planning on watching Aaron again, to see what he does.

*alright class!*, I shout out, * today is girls Vs boys football!, get ready*

I glance over at Aaron's and there he is looking, though it's just minor glances, it intrigues me.

The boys, and girls put on either their own cleats or extras we have in storage and Everyone gets in their positions, the boys getting pumped up and the girls look excited to try and beat the boys.

Aaron looks over at the boys , a glimmer in his eyes, I wonder what he looks at.

*alright class, we want a clean game, no cheating, ready? GO!* I blow the whistle and both sides go at each other.

I go off the side lines and watch, I stand near enough to Aaron to keep an eye on him.

No much happens the next 20 minutes, though Aaron seems to be in deep thought as he draws.

The game nears it's end as the victor is concluded.

The boys win, as I expected of my jocks, never letting the team loose.

I go off to check on everyone and conclude the class, behind me I hear a scrunch and a sigh, I turn and see aaron left a scrunched up ball of paper where he once sat, he walked away along with everyone else.

This was my chance, I had my expectations as to what I'd see, maybe it was empty and I'm over thinking it.

When everyone leaves the field, I go over to the paper and pick it up, once back in my office, I sit down at my desk and place the ball of paper on my desk, my heart races. Why I have such an obsession with this guy, idk, it's almost concerning, maybe I see potential in him, yeah.

I slowly unfold the paper, what I see shocks me,but also I'm not surprised?

It was a half finished sketch of a football player...

A football player I think? I wondered why, but then I noticed the hair of the player, long hair...

Is this supposed to be him?, my lips curve up into a devious smile..

So.... He's interested in football after all?

Oh my dear Aaron... I'll help you out one way or another. Not until you're one of my obedient and horny jocks.

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That night I devised a plan, I'll try to get close to him, speak with him, maybe I can get him to confess what he really wants...

The next day at school, I see Aaron at his locker, he's wearing long baggy towers, a black t shirt and sneakers, a comfortable fit.

I go up to him..

*hey Aaron, got a minute?*

He turns to look at me, tall and muscular,

*er .. sure* he says

I pull out the flattened paper ball, *so.. I found this yesterday, I assumed It's yours? You shouldn't litter you know*

Surprised, Aaron takes the paper away *oh... Sorryy. . won't happen again*

*oh it's ok, anyways, is that you drawn on that paper? It's really good? Didn't know you liked football*

Aaron gets visibly nervous *oh... Er... Yeah... Just a bit*

Noticing this, I see his eyes, a glimmer in them, a yearning for more, *now come one now, no need to be shy*, I smile, * why don't you come by my office later? We can discuss a few things?*

Aarons more surprised than ever, in a bit of a cold sweat, *I - er... Sure... I guess we can talk*

*sweet ! Meet you later champ!*I pat his back and walk away! My grin evidence to my excitement, I can't wait to see what this boy is hiding..

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Many hours later, I wait in my office, patiently but excited, hoping he shows up, my muscles bulge in my lycra shirt, my feet shaking slightly..heart pounding, if he doesn't show up , I'll have to call in one of my jocks and have him pleasure me.. , I my dick bulge throbs , I'm extremely horny , at the thought of turning Aaron into a jock...

Then it happens.. the door opens and I see Aaron coming inside and closing the door , my vision clears and I jump up excited, *oh hi ! Er.. Aaron, glad you could make it* I sit back down on my chair, *come ..sit..* Aaron sits down at the chair in front of the desk. *What did you want to talk about?* Aaron says

*well my boy, your attendance in class isn't going so well. It's required you join in, unless you're physically ill or have a medical condition, not being able to do the activity because you don't want to or can't s no excuse*

Aaron tenses up *oh...* Unable to form an answer that isn't an excuse, *idk sir..*

*I don't know won't cut it.. i know it can be hard, but you gotta give it a ago, do. You have a sport your interested in? how about football? , I saw your drawing , what's the story behind that?* Internally im screaming to find out more about Aaron,

Aaron tenses up again and looks nervous, his eyes shine with a yearning upon hearing the word football, *oh.. well... Its nothing.. really...*

I look disappointed *now now, why else would you draw yourself as a football player? Is that you want to be one?*

Aaron sighs and relaxes.. *well... It was a dream of mine.. you can say... But I was unable to join in , and I'm not a child anymore..*

My heart races , yesss.... This is perfect... The plan is working perfectly.

* a dream you say? But it doesn't matter the age , you can join in and learn to play at any time, and since you seem so interested in football, why don't I coach you? *

Suprise fills his eyes,* what? Why? But I can't.. I don't know think I could.. I'd be wasting you time*

*nonsense! I can see it in your eyes, the yearning for more.. you want it deeply don't you? I believe you can do it*

Aaron looks down in shock...*do you really think I could do it? But I've never played ... Idk where to start*

I exclaim back* and that is why I am a coach. Listen Aaron.. you got what it takes , I'm sure of to, tell me .. what is it about football do you like? What attracts you to it?*

*oh. Well .. I really want to feel like air in my hair, the breeze as I run free, the bond between teammates as forever friends, I really like the kit too, cleats mostly ..*

*that is all I need to know bud! You have the want, you have the drive ,a dream, you want this don't you? To be a football jock?, like the boys on my team, I see you look at them every pe class*

Aarons face turns red with embarrassment*oh.. .you saw that?* ...

Yes, I do want it, I want it so badly* Aaron exclaimed.

I go over to him and look him in the eyes

*Aaron, I can make your dream come true, will you let me hell you?,you don't have to worry about how hard it might be, leave that to me*

Aaron's eyes shine with hope* sure... I'll do it* he smiles.. *what do I do first?*

*that it's Aaron!* I pat his back with excitement,

*what to do first? , well , we will have to test your skills on the field, and don't worry about the kit, I've got your covered, how does tomorrow sound for a start?*

*tomorrow? Oh .. ok, , thanks coach, see you then*, Aaron leaves the office with speed*

Clearly both of them are as excited as each other

*Soon Aaron... Soon you'll be just like them... A big, dumb, horny.. obedient, football jock,* i grab my bulge and moan in excitement

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The next day Aaron enters my office with a pep in his step

*him here coach..*

*Aaron! Great to you see you! I've got a little surprise for you!*

In my arms is a folded kit, clean and neat, with school colours, and the cleats , shiny and fresh, an entirely new football kit! The jersey even has Aaron's name on it , emblazoned on the back,

Surprise fills his eyes, *coach... You bought me a kit? But why... This is... Too much ... So sudden*

*now come on now. I know you can it, and a jock needs his gear doesn't he?*

*me?... A jock?... *Aaron closes his eyes a bit and opens them, *I won't let you down coach... I can do this!* Eyes filled with determination

*that's the spirit Aaron!* "Sinister inner laughing. Soon Aaron... You'll become one of my jocks"

Aaron takes the kit and goes into the locker room to change, the place is a mess, stinks like sweat and axe body spray, there's kit pieces all over the floor, the smell making Aaron disoriented a bit, making his brain foggy .

I go in after he's done changing, I almost cummed right then and there, Aaron dressed up in a full kit, although he's skinny, the kit is already doing its magic slowly, his muscles bulging ever so slightly, slowly growing., Aaron's bulge seems bigger too.. the more he wants this, the quicker the transformation.

*Er... I'm done coach, how do I like*

I go slap his back in joy

*DAMN Aaron, you look like a true jock... Bet you like it don't ya?*

Aaron blushes a bit *well.... Yeah...*

I can see his visible excitement.. he might even be turned on ... This is perfect...

*now come now Aaron, we must test your skills!*I guide him to the field, watching him walk in his cleats, the echoing sound of the studs, I can see it now, his muscles are bulging more, and his eyes seem foggier, but also filled with a passion for football, his dick bulge twitches slightly too

When we get to the field, we step into the grass and Aaron turns to me.

*so coach.. watch first*

*right . Go run, kicking this ball around, dribble around those cones and dummies I set up as training, a few laps every now and then will get your stamina upp and test your hold on the ball, got it?*

Aaron nods his head *yes coach I'll try my best*

A grin wide as it can be spread on my face *good boy Aaron... Now , if you feel like quitting or don't feel like you have what it takes.. repeat these words,

I am a football jock, I am strong, I am big, i am a jock,

Got it?*

Upon hearing those words, Aaron's seems to pause and go quiet. His eyes fogged up and his muscles are getting tighter against his kit. Almost gonna rip it, if it wasn't for the fact it was made of stretch material, then he responds in a minor monotone voice*

*Yes coach.. I am a jock... I will remember*

That's when he runs off with the ball

I watch ,my dick rock hard in my pants, at the sight before me.

That young boy is growing.. his muscles are expanding , his height increasing, he's getting fast and fast on the field, he went from stumbling around to having more control with the ball.. when he stops for water I can hear the chanting under his breath, I am a jock .. I am a jock... Must... Obey...,

His dick is hard in his jock strap too..

Finally almost ready...

*there's my star player!* I pat him on the back, he's sweaty and panting, drooling slightly, *you're a natural there bro! Aren't ya?*

Aaron looks up , his eyes filled with nothing but football, coach, and cumming.

*yeaahhhh... Hiccuppp. Fuuck brah... Fuckin love beein a jock broo* he squeezes his bulge

Finally... He's ready.. he's almost under my command, he's almost a true jock...

*come now jock boy, let's get to the locker room shall we?* He obeys my command and we go to the locker room where I sit him down on a bench, with a TV, and play a Hypnotic video of players and football jocks, with text that will finish the job on his reprogramming*

*now Aaron.. stare.. listen... Obey.. stroke...* Aaron takes out his dick and starts edging to the video..

*yeahhhh brahhhh, *.he drools and leaks cum, his muscles.grow to there final form,.his legs the size of trunks and his face more defined .. his hair is cut into a short under cut haircut like rest of the guys

All that is on Aaron's mind is sex, football, jock, Cumming , and the fact he must obey..

*must obey coach brahh...*

Yesss yesss! I exclaime

*yahh. YAHH, fuck yeah brah....* He's reaching climax

*who are you boy, what are you?*

*fuck brah... I'm Aaaron, a football jock brah*

*And who do you obey*

*I obey you coach... I am a dumb, horny football jock.. I must obey you*

*yes Aaron... That's right.. you are a jock.. a big. Dumb , football

.. jock.

Cum jock. CUM

*FUCK YEAH BRAHHHHHHHH!

*jock Aaron cums rope after rope of cum, his old self leaving with it, leaving mess on the floor*

*fuck brah.. got carried away there... Fuck me.... I'm so fuckin horny bro...* Aaron flexing his muscles and puts his dick away*

*it's alright Aaron, your a jock remember, this what the team does remember?*

*oh yeah... Fuck me bro... Thanks brah... I forget a lot... And on that bro.. I have a party bro.. see you later coach !*

I watch as my new football jock Aaron leaves the locker room. I cum at the sight of him..

His dream came true... He became a big, dumb.. football... Jock

Are you next?

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RIGHT, hi. Long time no see,

I hope you like it . I tried my best

Untill next time bros!

Bro out!

[broooooo]

Have you thought about doing a story from a coach point of view maybe fucking a couple jocks along the way to see some new perspectives and maybe couple cum soaked jockstrap for good measure?

Coach Jason is a large muscular man, he wears tight lycra alot and loves his boys. He crafted each on of them , the perfect big, dumb, horny, football jocks, mindless and obedient to him, he can't get enough of the thrill of watching ugly poor nerds grow and drool , until they cum their brains out. He sometimes allows the jocks to fuck him, pleasure him, just the sights of there cum stained dripping jock straps is enough to get him hard. His boys are always ready to welcome a new jock into the team, all rock hard dicks and drooling, vacant eyes, they jack off sniffing their cleats in the locker room a lot

Coach Jason loves his life, turning boys into men, having them obey him , fuck him, and pleasure him. He's always thought this is where his life would be.

But one day, while coach jason Was in his office, he looked at his recent transformations team file, aaron, a shy small boy, an artist, lonely, he can still recall the drool, the dumb slac grin, and his rock hard dick cumming his brains out. It was everything. But then he had a thought

What would it be like to join them? The thought confused him, why would be want that, he's there coach, that's insane, but the idea permeated his mind, what would it be like to see it from there prospective?

He tries to focus on something else , trying to forget the idea

A while later at practice, he sends the jocks out to run laps,

But

he still can't let go of the thoughts, his hard dick betraying his objection, he tries to move past it but his dick stays hard, his heart pumping, and his mind constantly in a battle of focus, coach Jason stands on the side lines as he watches, their muscles bugle, their cleats shine, their bulges large ,the huts and grunts of them running, free of care, and worry, only sex, winning, only football on their minds, coach thought to himself, maybe they would all gain a bit of free will if he did join them, to no longer need a master to guide them, he tries to shake the thoughts, the shine of their helmet in his eyes, he cant help but wonder what it would be like, to be like them, maybe they would all just be gain some will back , being jocks and they would grow up into notable jocks, including him, or would he be destined to obey another coach , like his jocks , even though he himself would loose everything and become like them, he wouldn't be able to return, to him it's a permanent change, he would become a dumb drooling football jock, never to remember his coach life, he would just be a jock, he had to make a choice, be a jock, or a coach,.

soon enough the jocks notice coaches quietness and try questioning coach if he's doing ok, Aaron speeks up in a big bro voice, dumb, but concerned, lots of bro ,dude and brah language with this one, he flexes and drools a bit asking, his eyes vacant like the rest, his bulge big and hardening*

Coach Jason looks up, oh. Yeah Aaron, I'm good, just thinking about plays *smiles fakely* please go back to practice,

The team jogs up, forgetting the incident almost instantly, turning their minds to football, they all drool dumbly as they run.

Coach Jason stands there leaning against the wall, his heart beats fast, sweating, his dick raging, throbbing in his pants, becoming sensitive and leaking pre, his mind in a frenzy. The thought so strong in his head, clouding his judgement.

*fuck fuck fuck... Coach exclaims ,

Beh can't take it, he needs its it, he wants it, his throbbing cock trying to control his emotions, he goes to the locker room and finds Aaron's cummy extra jock strap and cleats the smell of Aarons sweat, warm and ripe, stained with cum, he can't take it, the urge to be a jock, but he wants to resist , but, remembeirng how Aaron resisted at first, .. coach takes this throbbing cock out, and straps the cleat and jock strap to his face, breathing in the jock fumes, immediately making him so horny he spasms and cums a puddle , constantly load after load even drooling, he hopes his will clam him down, Aaron is bright in his mind, the thought, the desire , his muscles, his smell, his cleats, his drool... His cum... Bro., he hears Aaron, in his head, like an illusion , he can see himself... No.. a jocked version of him, after the helmet, drooling, eyes dull and a big dumb grin standing next to Aaron, jock jason telling coach To cummmm joinnn them, , over and over , Put on the helmet... To join them.. aaron keeps whispering into coaches brain... Join them... Aaron holding a helmet and moving to towards the coach .. join me...becum... Free ... Brooo you know you want too bro....., just cum join meeeeee...

In this haze if arousal , coach allows the vision of Aaron to put the helmet on his head, , his mind shuts down, his cock like a hose of cum, and his mouth drooling, as his mind is destroyed and wiped, draining from him, his muscles grow and bulge, but he gets shorter, younger, more muscular, a short crop hairstyle and a 12 Inch dick to match. His mind being filled with nothing but football. Sex and his bros, his bro..Aaron...

The former coach remembers at that moment.. he was just Jason.. a big . Dumb, football, jock .

His mind frenzy ends as he takes off the jock strap and cleat, drooling and still leaking cum, sitting in a puddle of his own cum, he immediately becomes hard again

*Yeahhh brahhh fuc brahhh .. so fuckin horny* he jacks off his dick again, cumming again in 4 jerks, he layed in his cum puddle for a while, letting his dick leaks and his mind fog up with sex

A while later the team comes back to the locker room, and finds Jason.... There new bro.. but they all know Aaron's his long time bro.. they all huddle around and begin drooling and jacking off laughing.

Jason. And Aaron laugh together

Yo bro... Ya gud? Aaron said

Yaaa bruhhh fuck imm hung .. broo, Jason said back

Fuck brooooo same... ,

Their vacant horny eyes meet,, north drooling, sweaty,, covered in cum, they get closer together and they start to fuck

The team joins in, a big dumb jock orgy

They are all oblivious to the fact their coach is gone or that jock jason only now became real .

To them Jason was always there , at least to Aaron that is, they were best bros..

Just two big, dumb, muscular , football, jock

As it was always meant to be

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Another story, crushed! Nailed it

I hope you enjoyed it!

[broooooo]

A satisfied customer

Josh was your average guy, skinny, plain clothes, and basic haircut, he wasn't insecure, but he also wasn't full of himself, he flowed through life like a plastic bag, allowing fate to take hold, in the back of his mind, he has dreams and wishes, kinks and wants, but his only flaw was, he was lazy, he couldn't find the energy to achieve a dream.

One day, josh was walking through his city, observing the masses, a mix of normal folk, and the ever illusive . Drone. He'd seen them, heard about them, he was intrigued and curious about them, but never could do anything about his urges , he secretly kinda liked the thought of being a drone, but any time he got a nock on his door, he never acted upon it.

That's when he walked past a gaming store, one advertising a fresh new experience, a vr head set. One where it allows the user to experience their deepest wishes, and actually have it come true. Josh was confused about it, but curious.

So he went inside and asked a worker, the guy told josh that whilst your strapped in the projector will show us your wishes and we can make it happen, and you wouldn't even notice until it was over, and when it ended was entirely up to you, the experience allows the user to be in bliss and joy.

Josh's mind races with thoughts , his heart beat fast, he was excited, he told the worker he wants to do it. The workers smiled and ushered josh into one of the back rooms,

There was a single person couch in the middle of the small room, and the rh head set placed atop it. Josh went to sit down as he was fully alone in the dark room, he settled back and placed the head set on.

( the room has relaxing mists and stuff that eases his mind, making the user easy to work with)

He opened his eyes and he felt like he was in space, he was light, so all he had to do was think of a wish, or several. It was quick , he saw his vr self transform, as well as the surroundings. It kept switching from a football field, a dingy pub, or a room of drones being pumped of cum, these were joshes kinks, his interests, his wishes. He so desperately wanted to play soccer as a kid, but never could, he would always admire the strong willed chavs, how they don't care for rules and live for themselves, he wanted to be a chav, but then came the drones, who needs all these worries when you could submit to the drone overlord and cum forever, all drones the same , obedient, horny, and rock hard leaking at command.

Josh began to be almost sad , he was seeing his vr self running on a field, drinking beer with a group of chavs, and being milked of cum. He so desperately wanted it all, but he didn't know if it was possible. He watched as his vr football self kicked goals, and jacked off drinking beer in the locker room with the team , he watched as his vr chav self stalked streets, did graffiti, drank beer, smoked and jacked off with his mates, then he watched his vr drone self, incased in latex, heavy leather boots strapped to the ground, while a machine sucks the cum from his dick, just like all the drones around him, doing the same thing.

Josh was conflicted, he wanted it , all of it, he also never wanted to leave, to forever experience this feeling of brotherhood and joy.

Outside the workers watched on the screen as Josh's mind switched from wish to wish , they understood him, and promised to make his dreams come true,

A group of drones enter the room, and unbeknownst to josh begins to strip him, prepare him for Injections.as Josh's mind raced, his irl body, was being fitted , his muscles were grown from the infections, his dick was rock hard and throbbing the entire time.

The workers worked diligently to change his clothes every time his wish changed , football gear and cleats for one, a tracksuit and tn sneakers for chavs, and heavy leather boots and latex for drones ,making sure to whisper into his mind that he is all 3 of these, that he can be all he wants to be, one for the drone workers working Josh's dick , edging it on and allowing the transformation to take place.

Hours. Days. Weeks.? Josh could no longer tell, through desperation, his mind crafted a vr self and landscape to fit all his desires, he was clad in tight latex, a short crop chav hairstyle, a tight latex football jersey and shorts over top, and studded leather boots on his feet (along with sneakers and cleats to change into), and a latex dick to finish it off. The terrain was a field, but it had drones running around, beer bottles scattered, ton josh he was now a football chav drone, in his vr world , he ran around scoring goals, messing around in the locker room, fucking the team and Cumming, being obedient drones , but also stalking the streets and alleyways, doing graffiti before going to drink or practice,

Josh's mind was melted, he was seeing spirals the entire time, it taught his brain how to play football, how to strategize, how to be one of the guys in the team, how to drink beer , how to jerk off with maximum pleasure, how to graffiti, how to talk like a chav, a man, but also how to be obedient, how to transform others, how to be a good drone, the pleasure was getting to big, he new what he wanted, he knew what he was, he was a chav, he was a footballer, he was a obedient horny , drone

Irl, his outfit matched his vr self, josh twitched and moaned as he threw off his vr head set, unable to hold in, as his leaking throbbing 12 inch latex drone cock shot out load after load of cum, it took forever for it to stop, it covered him, the couch, the floor, but also the machine that was jacking him off and collecting his cum.

The cum soaked into him as he lay there rock hard, horny, as reality set it.

*Yes.... Football... Cum.. beer... Chav... Drone obedient....*

He smiled hard, he couldn't believe it, but at the same time, believed it all,

He got up, free from any tubes and machine and walked out the room, the stomping of his boots sounding, the door opened to drones to greet him, they too were like him, football chav drones,

One of the drones spoke

*Oi mate, ya lookin good bruv, how's you feeling*

Josh spoke up

*Oiiii fuck mate, I feel good bruv, fuck I'm so fuckin hung* he thrusts his hard dick and the drones embrace josh and they also all leak from their rock hard dicks,

The drones and store workers smiles and josh starts his new life with his new gang of guys. Ready to play football, drink beer, graffiti and obediently be good drones, knocking on doors , ready to transform others. And they all walk out the store, another satisfied customer

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I'm surprised how much I like this 😅 I'm leaking hard

[broooooo]

Nock nock nock

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It was like any other day...

I am alex, a guy who doesn't exactly have a firm grip on things, I live mostly locked up in my apartment, and outside of shopping, I don't do much

I was resting on my couch when I heard it..

*Nock nock nock*

Someone... Something was at my door

I've heard it countless times prior and always ignored it.

I learnt from others that to get a nock at the door is a chance to change everything.

Those drones.. that have taken over the population, I've seen it happen to friends and family, though they very much enjoyed the transformation and do technically retain their normal selves, I still found it strange , yet fascinating.

Some friends I've known used to wish to be like others, sexually active and hot, when they got the chance , they jumped at the chance and in the end I'd never seen them happier, stroking their large latex cladded cocks... A leaky fountain of pre and cum..

I admit I've been curious..

I used to feel extremely turned on to sexual things once, but it's died for me, I can't feel much or anything, I can't stay hard either, it's quite saddening.

If I opened that door ... Hmmmm

*I contemplated for what felt like forever before going with my gut and the adrenaline.

And opened the door...

My eyes met the black rubber figure

I'd have seen him before but not this close up

He is drone Aaron, my neighbour. It's quite jarring too remember his past, he was so sad and lonely, but now. .. *my eyes sparkled with envy*

I stood up straight

"h - hello.."

Aaron's black head slowly unravels to reveal his normal face, he bends forward and smiles, with one hand on his rubber cock

I stare at his deep blue eyes as I feel my own cock try to stir within my pants.

"well well.. someone's interested. Aren't they? Wink" Aaron says softly

I- well .... *Blushes* I don't think I've seen a drone up close before...

Aaron chuckles and smiles " I know how you feel, I felt the same way once..now's your chance to look even closer.. would you like that?"

I- well... Idk... I don't know what it feels like to be aroused anymore... *Sad face*

Aaron looks down and puts his hand on my shoulder

"don't worry.. I got your back, why don't we chat inside?"

Oh .. yes. Sure

I invite him in and close my door.

Aaron sits on my couch, I go over to sit down next to him..

*awkward silence*

Aaron speaks up

"do you like what you see?"

You mean dronehood right?

Welll .. it does seem.. fun

*awkward laughing*

And you're.. um.. *pointing to Aaron's leaking rubber clad dick*

Looks fun too? Yeah...

Aaron chuckles * nervous are we? I understand... Here. You can play with it if you want* smiles

'im shocked and surprised but excited?'

Aaron comes closer next to me and guides me hand onto his dick, it's veiny, soft and rock hard, slick from the leaking.... It sends shivers through me as I feel the sensation of latex and pre on my hands.

*how does that feel? Aaron smiles*

I- um... Idk ... It feels... Amazing... Ehehe chuckles

Aaron also laughs back... "I can tell. Your dick seems to be reacting well."

I look down to my surprise.. my dick is hardening? But.. but now..

It's normal.. don't worry*Aaron squeezes my bulge sending further waves through me. I'm almost zoning out at how relaxed and happy I am.

"Tell me .. are you ready?"

I turn to Aaron and nod..

Yeah... I want this.. I haven't been able to feel like this in so long... I want it . I need it.. I want to feel like this all the time ..

Please. Convert me.. 'I release my dick from my pants and it becomes fully hard'

Aaron smiles... *That's all I needed to hear..*

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The next few hours? Was a blur, from the moment I said yes. Aaron led me to my bed and started to caress me, breathe and speak softly.. as he lubed up my dick and my body with his pre and working on my dick, rubbing and edging,

My mind was horny. I was horny. For the first time in forever... I was so happy..

Aaron slid on some leather boots , heavy and thick on my feet, as he worked on spreading latex on me.

It was slow and steady, warm and comfy. The latex hugged my muscled body and slowly took over my mind... My dick was harder than rock and throbbing from arousal.

Aaron then slides his drone dick into my ass . Converting me from within sending the latex nanites to create a latex body.. a new drone to the hive

I was in a state of hypnotic bliss , ready to cum, ready to obey, Aaron was fucking me , and I was being converted.

Then it happened. Aaron came , cummed a giant load after load of latex drone cum into my ass, just as I began to cum

I came for the first time in forever. My mind went along with it. I was still Me, but I was obedient and horny, just like I wanted...

Idk how long I came for.. it felt like forever had passed.

According to Aaron my dick was Cumming and leaking cum for hours. A record to say the least. He was impressed. When I came too, I slowly woke up, with a new body. Latex, and muscled , my feet were heavy leather boots and I had straps and belts hugging my shiny body

Aaron spoke up* enjoyed your self buddy? Or should I say.. drone 8976?*

I stared at my hard leaking rubber dick..

Yes..... It was amazing... Thank you... So much *tears falling* I must cum and obey.. I am drone 8976 , online and ready for action.

Aaron smiles* hehe, I hope we can play together again one day. it was fun.. now .. let's go shall we?* He extends his hand and picks me up

We leave my apartment on a new adventure, to nock at the doors of someone who may be in need ..

I was a drone... I couldn't be happier

Will you open the door if you hear it?

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Hehe hi guys

Long time no story!

Ik it's been awhile and I really wanted to write something, I hope you guys like this one. Idk how I feel about it.. but I think it will do!

AAAAAAA

[broooooo]

your posts are so fucking horny … is that you in the rubber cuming ?

Second ever ask HAI

I WISH it was me XD

I'm glad you enjoy my posts

[broooooo]

If you are so lucky .. or unlucky to of missed my nocks . Or your specifically anti social or shy

Threat not my friends

Watch out for my special present

You might just find a pair of leather boots on your door step, they might even be used by yours truly

Weather for not your ready for the eternal pleasure of latex

These boots will help you Decide . It can be as slow . Or as quick of a process as you want

Not all are confident you know, every drone has a purpose and role to play in this world.

It's up to you weather or not you have the courage to open that door and find out what fate has in store

And if we ever cross paths. Just know... It was destined and don't worry. I'm a very friendly. Horny. But friendly drone 😁, you can even nock on my door if you want XD Im always happy to help

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Xoxo

Drone Aaron 😜

[broooooo]

Nock nock, open up! I promise It won't hurt... Unless you want it to? :3

Do you like what you see? Well open your door and you can be one with latex, and enjoy your throbbing dick to your hearts content ✨🍉

Ik you want it ;3