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[cannibalchow]

Just Borrowing You

You ever wonder about the aftermath of some fuckin' body hopper shoving their whole ass selves inside your body? Ever wonder what happens to a guy that's worn as a suit for three years by a 6'4, 240 lb muscle daddy? Walking around as you, looking like you just roided up in the span of a week? Acting like some top dom "alpha male," fuckin' every twink that comes in sight? Yeah, hi: that's me.

Three years ago to the day, I was on the trolly, minding my own fucking business... and I saw him. He sat in the back of the car, obscured by shelves of transit brochures, but I did see his huge combat boots stuck out in the middle of the aisle, his tight black jeans hugged gigantic calves and quads, but the rest of him completely unknown. To this day I have no fucking clue. All I know is that voice: low... gruff... demanding... cold. I'm 5'2, proudly a twink, and that particular day I was literally on my way to get railed by some sexy jock from Grindr. I can remember sitting there, ignoring his existence entirely, then we approached the West Tunnel. The trolley slowed down before entering the tunnel, and as the blackness of the cavernous void swallowed the train whole... I heard the heavy footfalls of his massive boots approaching.

It all happened so quickly, the guy was clearly a professional. He'd done this a million times before, and I was merely one in a sea of thousands. His calloused hands gripped tight around my wrists, hoisting me to my feet, bracing me against the trolley windows. His breath was warm and stank of cigars, and his voice low and commanding.

"Get ready to become a man, boy." A hand clamped around my mouth before I felt it first in my calves. It started as pressure, like a charley horse in your muscle that doesn't exactly hurt- it's just... tight. It didn't stay that way though. I felt every single fiber of my skin stretch wider and wider, hearing the rubbery creaks and groan of my legs and feet. My arms and hands spasmed as they grew thicker, my chest felt like a balloon just inflating and inflating and inflating... Though none of it was as surreal as feeling my dick warp and grow, my balls swell and drop, the entire region feeling full and tight and stretch. By the time I felt the tension press against the back of my head, the trolley was approaching the end of the tunnel. I gargled as my tongue swelled thick and long, my lips curly into a dirty grin. As the blackness subsided, and the daylight of the station finally swarmed into the train, I was no longer in control- just a passenger in my own fuckin' body. He grinned with my own face, looking down at my skin stretched over his gigantic fuckin' muscles, wearing his sweaty, tobacco stinking clothes. He stepped off the trolley, stretching and cracking his joints, and for the next three fucking years of my life I was muscle daddy dom.

I'd be lying if I didn't get some kick out of it. I lived my whole life as a twig-skinny little twink, always having to look up to make eye contact, always having to bottom for some boring fuckin' top... It was wild suddently being over six feet, suddenly having big fuckin' muscles, but I was just along for the ride. Using my cock to rail six twinks in one hour, wearing my face to degrade and command them. It almost felt after being little more than a costume for so long, that his life really was gonna be my life. By year two I'd gotten accustomed to it, I'd started to like the feeling of him face fuckin' his subs or the power he exuded as he forced my swollen sweaty size 15 feet onto their faces, his own foot stench wafting out from beneath my soles and his sweat pouring from my pores. I'd grown to love the feeling of dominance, of control. By year three, I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. At that point, he was who I was: alpha, masculine, dominant, confident. The little twink that he invaded that day was gone, and all that was left was us.

Then one day, poof. He saw some other little otter that caught his fancy, and he pulled out of me like a bat outta hell. Droppin' my empty skin in the bushes like trash before slippin' into the guy even quicker than he did with me. He strutted over to my husk, adjusting his face as he did, before leaning down and leaving me with just one sentence as an end to three years of his rule:

"You were a damn good time, boy." I was back to my normal twiggy self, put back just as I was on that fateful day all those years ago. But I was no longer that kid, I was a fuckin' dom. Boys worshipped my feet at my command, sucked my cock when I said, opened their holes to my breeding. And now it was all gone. My life both before and during him was dust in the fucking wind.

I couldn't go back, my friends and family long being told to fuck themselves had left me nowhere to go. I stayed at a hostel for a couple of weeks, and after a couple of guys trying to fuck me like a little toy, I'd had enough. I was gonna be a fuckin' stud again. I was gonna make 'em beg for my seed; stuff 'em so good those boys would be pregnant with my slime. So, I hatched a plan.

It was really fuckin' wasy actually. I was living in a hostel- tons of young people coming in and out, here for a couple of days and then back to wherever they came from. Perfect for finding a guy who fit the profile: sexy, cocky, and ready to rail. It took weeks of taking it up the ass to find the perfect guy: what better way to know how they'll fuck than to be fucked? Will was fine, thick dick but he cried after cumming. Darrius was hot as fuck, built like a fuckin' stallion, but he was a port worker back in Houston and I didn't wanna live some boring fuckin' 9-5 every day. Quinton was ugly as hell, but had a rockin' bod and a nice round ass. Yet, none of them hit the spot in the way that I needed. No one had the power, the assertion, the authority... and I was starting to lose hope. That was, until I finally came across Vaughn.

He was in the city for a boys weekend, hitting the streets with his dumb ass entourage of college dropout surf junkies. An Aussie, by the thick Queenslander accent that bellowed out of his throat. The day he checked in, seeing him standing there with those hot dumbasses just smackin' ass and bragging about gettin' laid all day and night, I knew he was the one. That thick blonde hair, those tight, sculpted arms bulging out of his stringer tank... the big fuckin' AF1's lookin' worn as hell and beggin' to be huffed by some willing slave. Yeah, he'd be another tight squeeze, but damn, I wanted to be him.

I watched him around the hostel that entire day, never taking a single solitary second away from my surveillance. In the span of four hours, I knew just about all I needed to know- having it all scribbled down in my notebook:

Name: Vaughan David Carter Age: 24 Home: Brisbane, Queensland Occupation: Influencer/Brand Ambassador Orientation: Unknown? Friends: Donnie, Alan, Tayn, and Reggie Height: 6'2 Foot: Size 14 Hobbies: Surfing, Gym, Fucking Education: Uni Dropout Odor: Strong Personality: Loud, Cocky, Boisterous, Horny, Dominant I studied him like an animal in a cage, and planned precisely how I was gonna approach this. He'd only talked about fuckin' girls, which fine or whatever, all I wanted to know was if he would be the kind to stick his fist up a leather daddy's ass. So, I waited for nightfall, when the likelihood of him bringing some booty call back to the hostel was at it's highest. I was in luck.

1 AM rolls around, and the group struts into the lobby, three of the five guys having their arms wrapped around gorgeous women. One of which just so happened to be Vaughn. I sat in the corner, hiding behind a newspaper on the sofa as they all piled into the elevator, giggling like fuckin' morons as the doors closed. Of course, I followed. Watching the elevator climb to the fifth floor, I ran up the five flights of steps to hopefully catch the sight of him pulling her into his room. Peeking through the stairwell door, fortune smiled upon me once again. There, outside room 510, I saw them tapping his keycard on the door. He spared no time ripping the beige sweatshirt off him, pressing his lips aggressively against hers as he pulled her in.

I tiptoed down the hall, squatting down next to the door, pretending to scroll through my phone. In reality, I'm listening. It didn't take long for me to hear the squeaking of the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall, her moans of ecstasy and his guttural growls and deep "fuck yeah, bitch, take this fuckin' horsecock." Must've been wild- even from behind the thick wooden door, you could hear furniture breaking, lamps flying, the loud slaps of flesh against flesh as he shouted "lick it clean," "open your mouth," and "show me how much you want it." Words I'd used so often in a different life. Finally after a solid clock in at an hour and fifteen minutes, I heard his roar of climax; his deep bass voice booming like a loudspeaker as he spilled his batter. The mere sound of it got my dick stirring, but I maintained my composure. I scooted over to a door down the hall, watching her exit the room disheveled, panting, and grinning from ear to ear. Not long after she'd gone down the elevator, out came Vaughn- sweaty, shirtless, and his cock bulging out of the black sweatpants. He shoved his giant feet into his dirty sneakers, and walked toward the bathroom. The aura of sex wafting from him as he strut down the hall toward me, an afterglow of glistening drops of sweat and stinking of musk and cum. Oh how I missed it.

"Sup?" He brushed past me, a trail of funk drifting in his wake and pushed the door open into the communal bathroom. I wouldn't get another chance. This was it. I took a deep breath, putting my phone back into my pocket before gingerly stepping into the room. He stood before the floor length mirror, phone out and flexing his gigantic muscles, likely flaunting his conquests to his innumerable followers. He at first took little notice of me as I skulked about the room. I gazed over those firm, cut muscles posing with such command and presence. I leaned against the stalls of the bathroom, flashing my hungry eyes- which seemed to catch his attention. "The fuck you lookin' at?"

"Oh... I was just lookin'. Don't mind me." I'd plowed so much twink ass, I know what a dom is looking for in a sub. It starts with the voice: pitch high, feigned shyness, and above all big thirsty eyes. "I heard you in the hall. It sounded so hot..." I whined with reckless abandon, revealing I'd heard it all was risky, but a guy like him more often than not loves to revel in the glory.

"Heh, when you got a dick like this you oughta share it." His thick accent was leathery and gruff, swelling with masculinity.

"Fuck... Sounds so fuckin' nice. Bet you breed once a week with a horse cock like that." I use his words against him, his cockiness forcing him to grin and brag.

"You tryna come onto me, homo?" He turned around, gripping the outline of his obscene appendage snaking down his thigh. I drooled at the sight, knowing soon it would be mine. "Tryna get this python up in you?" He walked over to me, quickly pinning me against the wall, his huge hands wrapping around my wrists and pressing hard against the drywall. "What, you wanna know how a fuckin' man feels inside you?" His tone was sultry but contemptuous, he saw me as little more than a cum dump. He was perfect.

"Mmmmmmmm yes, sir. Please!" I whined, sounding even more desperate and inflating his ego even further. He grinned, nearly throwing me into the stall before closing the door behind him. He was easier to manipulate than I'd anticipated. The more I pouted, the more aggressive he became.

"Still dripping, boy. That hole better be ready for it." I eagerly dropped my shorts, bracing myself against the wall. I sat in anticipation of his insertion, but didn't have to wait very long. "Take this fuckin' cock, ya little bitch." Pain. He thrust in one go, his cock still slimed with his seed, he tore straight through me. I yelped, feeling his hand clamp around my mouth as he thrust into me.

Memories came flooding back of my first takeover, his tobacco stained fingers clasped over my face like a vice. The tightness, the roughness... I moaned in ecstasy not from the fucking, but from the reminiscence that came with it. The sound of wet slapping now bellowed in the tiled room, hearing him grunt like a neanderthal. I looked down, and saw precisely what I needed to see.

The outline of his dick protruding from my limber belly. With every thrust it bulged out of stomach and retracted, even once slipping ever so close to the base of my shaft, eliciting a deep moan from Vaughn. Little did he know he was prepping me, pre stretching me for the full 'entrance.'

"Fuck yeah, bitch... Take i... Whoa, what the fuck?" I felt it, looking down his dick had found the narrow opening of my cock, and had slightly slipped inside. His hands gripped my skull, pushing it out of the way to see what he'd hit, and his reaction was everything I'd hoped. "No fuckin' way." The thick head of his cock bulged out of my pubes, contorting the skin of my shaft into a bulbous mound. I heard him snicker as he roughly grabbed hold of my dick, thrusting once more; his cock sinking deeper into mine. "Unnf. Ohhh my, little bitch. What do we have here?" His grip on my dick tightened, squeezing it almost painfully before slowly pressing his dick further in. He moaned like he was balls deep in the tightest fleshlight, watching with wicked glee as his cock slid into mine. It bulged outward, stretching wide as his head slithered into mine. Gritting his teeth, he kept pushing, watching in amazement as my dick stretched longer and longer until his balls plummeted into my sack. We gazed down at the monstrous phallus that hung from my groin, Vaughn stroking it and groaning in pleasure. "Ho ho... Let's see how far we can take this."

He thrust into his hand, his pre leaking from my cock slit and lubing his palms as his thick ass slowly slurped itself into mine. My skin wrapped around his midsection as he smacked my stretched cheek, filled entirely with his juicy glutes. He chuckled devilishly, amused and turned on by the situation and my fake shock. I could feel the tips of his sneakers pressing against my heel, before he swung his leg back and kicked straight on. It collided with my hamstrings with a splat, instantly bursting my leg with his thick muscles. My feet exploded in size as his black sweatpants and grimy sneaker suctioned themselves around my new musculature. This seemed to have tipped him over the edge, as he wriggled my feet inside his smelly Nike.

"Whooooooooo boy, you wanted to know what a man felt like." He quickly kicked his second leg into mine, still stroking his 11 incher now uncut. "Let's see how you'll handle it." His left arm flew behind me as he plunged it deep into my shoulder blade, his wide hands slipping down into my fingers like a rubber glove, veins bulging atop thick biceps. He balled a fist with my hand, wrapping it around my ripe cock before his right arm dove in as well. Vaughn cackled like a hyena, flexing his thick bicep with my 'musk master' tattoo prominently stretched atop. An apt gift from my former 'pilot', as Vaughn's sharp pit stink now wafted from the thick forest of wiry hairs. He shoved his entire chest forward, my tiny abs now replaced with thick slabs of meat tightly wrapped in my skin.

"So... let's see what kind of damage I can do as you." My hands slipped off my cock and slammed onto my face, smearing his salty cum and cheesy cocksmell over my nose and mouth as he pushed my head backward. My vision suddenly became impenetrably blurry, hearing his wild laughter growing louder and louder until I could hear it echoing inside my head. With a loud schlorp, he'd entered me completely. He pulled and pinched the skin of my face, pressing his features into mine, my lips now pulling into a wide cheshire grin I had missed so dearly.

"Oh fuck!" His voice poured from my mouth, as his seed shot out of my now musky cock. He pumped barrage after barrage of his thick, creamy release onto the tiled wall and toilet. The torrent slowly subsided, draining Vaughn of at least a quarter liter of spunk. "Strewth, mate..." He teased as he flexed his biceps, slipping my cock back into his musty Calvin Kleins. He unlocked the stall door, not even taking the moment to look in the mirror and instead walking straight out into the empty hall. He chuckled to himself, looking over every inch of his new body, his wolfish teeth gleaming behind my lips. We reentered room 510, stinking of sweat and cum from the girl he'd bred earlier. His clothes littered the floor, furniture lay upturned in every corner; by the bed, an open suitcase full of cumsoaked fleshjacks, cockrings, pocket pussies, and lube. "You're going to be very good for business, aren't you?"

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"Where the fuck is Vaughn, mate?" Donnie looked down at his watch, sighing. The four boys stood by the elevator, already fifteen minutes late for the barcrawl that Tayn had booked them.

"I bet he's filming in his room, you know..." Tayn gestured obscenely to the others, mimicking Vaughn sticking his dick into his fleshlight, much to the amusement of their friends.

"Think he's gonna get his account reinstated? I thought he was banned?" Alan snickered, recalling their brash friend losing his successful OnlyFans account due to some bureaucratic bullshit no one could explain. The guy made at least $25k per month just jacking off on camera, or tying up some gay dude and making him sniff his notoriously fetid feet. Reggie smirked, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon let's go." The four made their way to room 510, hushing eachothers chuckles as they brought out Tayn's spare room key card. Unlocking it, the group burst into Vaughn's room, hootin' and hollerin' about finding some tail that night. As they did, they were met with quite the sight. Vaughn sat at the base of his bed, his phone in his hand, indeed filming a video for his brand new OnlyFans. However, though the four could easily recognize their mate's massive stature and the stink wafting from his dick and socks, a new face sat upon his head. He grinned at his flabbergasted freinds, flexing as his deep Aussie timbre howled from his new lips.

"Boys..." He grinned at their shocked expressions, their complete disbelief. "I think I found us a way to make some fuckin' money again." He stroked his massive uncut cock, hocking a spit into his hand to lube it. Donnie stepped forward.

"Vaughn?" The blonde stud sneered in crude reply.

"In the flesh. Heh. Or in his flesh." The four friends stood aghast as Vaughn pinched down on the skin of his cheek, slowly stretching it out a foot or so until it snapped right back into place. Tayn walked over, pulling on his friend's wrist and watching as the skin elongated effortlessly before again snapping right back. "Want me to show you how?" The four Aussie studs looked at eachother, their expressions slowly turning from one of horror to one of mischief. Their lucrative careers, cut short by red tape and bullshit, were about to rebound on a massive scale.

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Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

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[cannibalchow]

Never Wanted Kids

Brooklyn looked up at her boyfriends domineering stature. A cold look remained on Louis’ face…except it wasn’t Louis giving Brooklyn the cold shoulder.

“I don’t know why you followed me to the gym BROOKLYN. You’re pregnant and can’t do shit. You’re just holding me back from getting a good pump. Kinda like that night we got you knocked up.” Louis taunted the pregnant woman sitting on the bench in front of him.

“Brook…you don’t have to be like this. I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson…just please give me my body back.” The docile women replied quietly not trying to give away their truth out loud to avoid looking absolute insane.

The pair had been dating for years and Brooklyn always made it clear she never wanted kids, but that never stopped Louis from finding ways to go in unprotected. When that wasn’t enough he switched out her birth control until one day he got what he wanted. Brooklyn was devastated and rightfully felt violated. Something snapped that day for her.

He wanted a kid so badly then she was gonna give it him. Days turned to weeks turned to months of research before she finally found the pieces to exact her revenge. One night she prepare the ritual while Louis slept, while the results weren’t immediately apparent Brooklyn went to sleep that night hopeful the next day would be the response to the nights’ magical ceremony.

That brings us to today. The woman 7 months pregnant woke up with none of the aching back pains she’d been feeling but instead an aggressive sexual vigor. As she swung her feet off the bed she was propelled up by a foreign strength.

She didn’t need a mirror to confirm the new truth she lived. She grimaced with satisfaction knowing she was done with the misery. She went to the restroom to go examine the body she long observed but now could fully take advantage of. As she callously took off any clothing she was wearing she stood in front of the master bedroom en suite mirror and began stroking the very thing that impregnated her.

She knew the show would be in eye line for “Brooklyn” when she woke up. Adding grunts and moans to put on an even more primal display of the swap that just occurred. She could feel a climax coming when a scream came from her side. The realization that her boyfriend was aware of his situation and what was going on in front of her was enough to do the trick.

Rope after rope coated the mirror and nearby sink. She got some on her finger and satisfactorily walked out of the restroom nude to greet her new baby momma. As a shocked Louis tried to question what Brooklyn did she silenced him with the finger she wiped the mirror with. Like he forced her to do what he wanted she channeled that energy now.

“Lick it clean.” Brooklyn demanded.

As Louis tried to protest and move away, Brooklyn used all his former strength to keep her in place. He was stuck and he knew it. Resigned to his current situation he obliged.

Louis continued to beg and plead with her to give him back his body but that didn’t stop Brooklyn from going to the gym and test her new body. If he wanted a kid he could have it but that doesn’t mean she was going to sacrifice the life she wanted to have. Freedom, youth, and now….it may be different but so much sex. She may not have the same equipment but she still have things anyone can work with. Looks like she’s going to make ‘Louis’ bisexual now. She wasn’t going to let the limits of one abusive man stop her. She thought as she gallivanted across the gym restroom half naked after her post-workout shower.

All the energy spent crying and pleading forced Louis to crash once the couple returned home. Plenty of time for Brooklyn to pack a go bag and leave this chapter behind. Being ripped away from her life sucked but not as much as having that kid wouldn’t have.

[cannibalchow]

Glory Hole Swap

I, like a lot of gay men, like to use Glory Holes. There’s just something so hot about going somewhere and having someone you don’t know suck you off or let you fuck them. I fucking love it, you can let your mind wander about who it is…

Anyway, tonight I went on Grindr a saw a glory hole open less than 500 feet away. You see I live right next door to a lifetime gym, so I kinda thought it would be there. I messaged the guy and I was right. I asked him if I could come and he said yes, no pic or anything needed on my part.

So, I get to the gym and it is deserted. Usually, there is a bodybuilder or personal trainer or some old bear hanging around, but nope. It was empty, even the staff were gone. So, I just walked in and to where I was told the hole would be.

The glory hole was located in the back of the men’s locker room. There was a private shower located right next to a supply closet, with a hole connecting the two. So, I undressed and got into the shower.

I heard a voice from the other side slightly growl and I knew that was my cue. I stuck my 8in dick into the glory hole waiting in anticipation. 

I felt the stranger rub a solution, which I thought was flavored lube, on my dick My dick immediately felt so warm and good. Fuckkkkk, the warmth spread from my dick to my balls and all around my crotch.

Finally, the man started to go to town. He sucked my cock like a champ. Worked the head, went super fast, and slowed down, slobbering all over my cock. 

“Fuck bro, nice cock” I heard the voice say. 

I was still showering at this point too. The warm water flowing over my body coupled with the mouth going at my crotch made me about to cum. 

“dude I’m about to cum. fuck!” I moaned as he kept going.

He kept going and going and going and right when I came, the world went black.

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[cannibalchow]

Phone Hand-Me-Down

I can’t believe I have to borrow my faggy brother’s phone after mine broke! I had to delete all these gay ass images off this thing! Fuck, I need to make some money fast so I don’t have to touch this thing any longer! Who know what he’s done with it? And it’s even got this annoying thing where it does this odd colored flash every time I unlock it, too! Probably only paid for his new phone after some fag sugar daddy saw his disgusting Instagram posts!

Ugh…how do all these pictures of scantily clad dudes keep appearing on this thing?!? I swear I deleted them all! Though, not sure why I would delete this one or that o- wait, what am I saying?!?

There’s even this odd app on here that shows what people would look like in certain items and it recommended this earring! I do kind of look good with one. Maybe I should get my ears pierced. I bet the guys would like it. F-for a laugh!

This underwear that was recommended to me is awesome! I’m fucking posting this thirst trap picture on my own Instagram! Get even more followers than him! Show them all my ass is way more fuckable! It’s about time he had some competition, anyways!

[cannibalchow]

Safe Space Spray

Owen picked up his phone and dialed Jake's number as he drove along the winding country road leading to Jake's family cabin. The warm southern sun beat down through the windshield while classic rock played softly from the speakers. After a few rings, Jake answered.

“Well hey there partner!” Jake's cheerful voice came through the speaker. “How far ya'll out?”

“Not too much longer now,” Owen replied, his deep southern drawl rolling through each word, “I reckon 'bout thirty minutes tops. That fishing hole better be swimmin' with catfish like you said!”

“My mama didn’t raise no liar.” Jake replied, his hearty laugh echoing over the phone.

Owen smiled. This was gonna be the best fishin’ trip yet. As the call continued, Owen kept his eyes on the road ahead, the vast expanse of rural landscape stretching out before him. Suddenly, something caught his eye- a small figure standing beside a broken-down vehicle on the shoulder.

“Aw shucks, looks like some fella's car done gone and quit on 'im.” Owen muttered to himself as he slowed his truck, “Jake, I reckon I’ll be by later. I’m gonna see if I can lend a hand.”

Owen pulled his pickup truck over onto the gravelly shoulder behind the stranded vehicle. He removed his hat and ran a hand through his short brown hair and approached the man hunched over the open hood.

“Howdy there! Looks like you're havin' some trouble with your ride. Name's Owen, I'm pretty handy with fixin' things if you need a lendin' hand.” He called out in his friendly drawl.

The stranger, a slender young man with styled blonde hair, whirled around. His eyes widened in surprise and apprehension as he took in Owen's appearance. The twink's hands shook slightly as he reached into his pocket and aimed what looked like a small spray bottle directly at Owen.

“I-I don't want any trouble!” the blonde stammered, his voice high-pitched with anxiety.

Before Owen could react, the twink pressed down on the trigger, unleashing a fine mist across his handsome face and chest. Owen blinked and coughed, shaking his head slightly as droplets hit his face and clothes. It didn’t sting or burn. It felt like water.

“The hell was that for?” Owen demanded, his brow furrowing in confusion and annoyance, “I ain't here to cause you no harm, bud. Just tryin' to help.”

“I-I'm sorry!” The twink squeaked, “Around here, you don't know what kind of people you'll run into.”

Owen sighed heavily, wiping his brow, “Listen here, I understand yer cautious. But I promise you, I mean no ill intent. Let me take a look at yer car, see if I can get 'er runnin' again.”

The blonde hesitated briefly before nodding, “Okay... I guess that would be okay. Thank you.” He stepped aside, allowing Owen access to the vehicle.

As Owen popped the hood, he furrowed his brow in concentration, his large hands working deftly under the hood. However, he found himself growing increasingly clumsy and uncoordinated, fumbling with tools he'd handled with ease a hundred times before.

“I swear...” he muttered, his words coming out slightly slurred, “This oughta be a cinch for me...”

He fumbled with the engine components, his large hands suddenly feeling clumsy and unfamiliar. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to focus. Just then, the twink appeared at his side, holding out a bottled water.

“Here, you must be thirsty after all this work.”

Without thinking, Owen took the bottle and chirped in an impossibly high, effeminate voice, “Thanks sis!”

Owen froze, his eyes widening as the words left his mouth. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he gripped the edge of the car hood for support. Shaking his head, he tried to push the strange moment from his mind.

“Uh, thanks kindly.” he mumbled, taking a long swig of water to cover his embarrassment.

He turned back to the engine, determined to finish the repair quickly so he could be on his way.

With renewed focus (and a touch more difficulty), Owen worked to diagnose and fix the issue. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back as the engine roared to life.

“There ya go, as good as new!” He grinned at Paul, wiping his hands on a rag.

As Owen straightened up and turned to face Paul fully, he couldn't help but really notice the younger man for the first time. Paul's delicate features, stylish hair, and slim physique suddenly seemed incredibly appealing. Their eyes locked- Paul’s deep blue captivating Owen’s. Owen felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest and his dick stir ever so slightly in his increasingly tighter jeans.

“You've been an absolute lifesaver.” Paul gushed, flashing Owen a dazzling smile. He stepped closer, the two now the same height. Owen could’ve sworn he had been taller, “If you ever find yourself in the city, call me. I'd love to thank you properly.” He slipped a piece of paper into Owen’s pocket with a playful wink.

Owen felt a flush creep up his neck at the suggestive tone. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure despite the odd sensations still tingling through his body.

“Ah, well, just doin' what any decent fella would do.”

Owen watched as Paul slid gracefully into his car, the movement highlighting the pert curve of his ass. He swallowed thickly, his heart pounding for reasons he couldn't quite explain. As Paul drove away, Owen looked down and saw the discarded can that Paul sprayed him with earlier.

“He must’ve forgotten it.” Owen frowned inspecting the strange bottle, “Safe Space Spray... what in the world...” He chuckled, “I reckon I’ll get it to ‘em when I see ‘em next.” He paused, “What the hell am I thinkin’. I ain’t seein’ him again...”

But he wasn’t sure he could even convince himself. He wanted to see him again... Owen shook his head and placed the can in his pocket before climbing back into his own truck. With a sigh, he reached for the ignition but recoiled at the sight of his hand.

“What in the...”

Owen stared at his hand in shock, noting the slight tremor and how it almost seemed to have lost some of its natural ruggedness. His callouses... gone. His nails... well-manicured. Alarmed, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and peeled out, speeding towards Jake's cabin with an urgency he couldn't explain. As he drove, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he noticed his hair looked shaggier, his facial features softening.

“What in tarnation is happenin' to me?” he muttered, his voice cracking slightly. He tried to rationalize it, blaming stress or exhaustion, but he knew it was something more.

Just then, he squirmed in his seat as his ass inflated, his previously snug jeans straining against the growing mounds. And with each bump in the road, Owen stifled a moan as jolts of unfamiliar pleasure rushed through his groin.

“No, no, no... Oh my GAWD!” He whimpered, cringing at the loss of his rich Southern drawl- replaced now by words colored by a nasally, high-pitched timbre, “Like... this is totally not okay!”

Owen finally arrived at Jake's cabin, tires screeching as he parked haphazardly. He stumbled out of the truck, trying to balance himself given his now fat ass. He can hear Jake outside, gathering wood for a bonfire and he bites his tongue before sauntering towards the door.

“I-I have to get inside... hide this from Jake...” He whimpered, “How... why is this...?” His eyes widen, “The spray!” He squealed, “I need to like... totally wash this off!”

Owen practically sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. With trembling hands, he began tearing at his clothes, buttons flying as he stripped. He stood naked in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing the reflection staring back at him.

His once broad shoulders had narrowed, his pecs shrinking into perky little mounds with cute pink nipples. Below, his six-pack had melted away, leaving behind a smooth, hairless torso. And between his legs... Owen gasped, covering his mouth as he saw the nub that had once been his proud cock.

“Oh em gee...” He whined, “I'm like... a total twink now!” Tears pricked at his eyes as he reached for the shower knob with slender fingers. Steam billowed out as he stepped under the hot spray, hoping the water might somehow reverse these changes.

Owen lathered up a loofah, scrubbing at his skin vigorously. To his horror, he watched clumps of any remaining dark body hair rinse away down the drain, leaving behind silky smooth flesh. Scars and rough patches vanished, his complexion becoming flawlessly soft and clear.

“Eep!” He yelped as his hands brushed lower, encountering the plush globes of his ass. They seemed to swell and expand with every passing second, growing rounder and fuller until they were each easily a handful. Owen couldn't resist giving them a tentative squeeze, marveling at their suppleness- imagining another man playing with them.

A breathy moan escaped his increasingly plumper lips as he kneaded the doughy cheeks, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through his core- thoughts of muscular men squeezing his ass filled his head.

“Oh fuck yes.... I wonder...” Curiosity got the better of him as he inserted a digit inside his virgin hole. It stretched deliciously around the intrusion and Owen saw stars, his neglected cock weeping steadily. He pumped the finger faster, soon adding a second, then a third, “Oh.... Ohhhhhhh....” He moaned, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head, “I'm... I'm gonna... cum!”

Owen let out a long moan as his entire body seized and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. He slumped to the shower’s floor, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over. After a few moments of basking in his post-orgasm bliss, the new twink slowly stood up and exited the shower. He walked over to his bed and collapsed- the day’s events exacting their toll on him.

“What the hell!?” Owen looked up- a shocked expression gracing his cute features.

“J-Jake! I... um...It’s me! It’s Owen!” Owen stammered, his voice pitching higher than normal. He made no attempt to cover himself, proud now to flaunt his assets. And besides, why had he never noticed how sexy Jake was before?

Jake's jaw dropped, his eyes bulging as he took in the shocking sight before him. There were few, if any similarities between him and his friend. But there were enough.

“Holy shit, Owen?! What happened to you?”

Owen's eyes lit up as a mischievous grin spread across his glossy lips, “Oh sweetie, you wouldn't believe the wild ride I've been on!” He giggled.

Reaching over to the pile of discarded clothes, he fished out the mysterious spray can. Jake looked at his friend, and then to the can, and then back up to his friend.

“Wha...”

Without warning, Owen pressed down on the trigger, unleashing another fine mist straight into Jake's stunned, handsome face...

[cannibalchow]

Hey everyone so a quick update.

I haven't written stories in what seems forever as funny enough I'm actually the same person who was behind TFs-Galore/TFs-by-CC and had left when the purge happened.

I was urged by a friend to try and write again so here's the newest story, hope you all enjoy and you can find this on my FA as well, thank you all.

A Growing Friendship

Steven & David were hanging out at home enjoying the day off, David was sitting relaxing & checking his phone for any news when Steven comes running up.

“Hey~ look what I found!”

Steven says while holding what looks be a huge pair of Osiris Bronx High Tops in Lime Green a beautiful color.

“Look how big these are bro fucking size 26!”

“Huh? Oh what those are kickass dude!” David replies with delight seeing a rare sight of these huge shows and wondering why in the hell they’re this huge.

“Damn and I’m only a size 13, I’d be super swimming in those haha.”

“Yeah, they let me have them in the store the dude told me someone commissioned these to be made, he bought them but returned it. I had no idea someone could have feet that big.”

Steven stated while holding the fairly huge and heavy sneakers , the crazy info behind them already making for a fun tale to tell the group.

“Lol or maybe they’re the store display ones and they just wanted to give a little fun backstory hahaha. Although yeah feet that big would be a pain to deal with I bet”

David was saying as he looked at the sneakers really wondering if any of that was true but there’s no way it’s probably just a made-up thing to get his friend suckered into buying them. He definitely was getting a bit excited just staring at them though, imagining having feet that big heh.

Steven smirked before looking at David. “Say, you wanna wear them? I bet it fits just right heheheh.”

“Pffft even with my 13s I’d be swimming in em but sure dude!”

He grabs them and slips off his current warm musky Osiris to put on the huge size 26 pair and feel how comfy they are. Although a bit off like they’re not fully new, it seems as there’s definitely a footprint already in them which is strange but he shrugs it off.

Steven giggled watching him slide in the bigger shoes. He grab his phone.

“Oh this will be funny to send to the group! Go sit by the chair and kick your big sneaks up on the table heheh.”

“Heh I’m trying to these things are pretty heavy but man they’re so comfy.”

He sits back in the chair and kicks up one then the other to cross his legs making a V with the sneakers. David wiggles his toes inside the sneaker but they feel a bit warm somehow, he just brushes it off as being warmth from his other Osiris.

Steven takes some pics of his friend wearing those big ass osiris’.

“Heheh~ how do they feel by the way?”

“The group is gonna love all these huge kick pics hah, oh they’re feeling really comfy but also really warm like my other Osiris.”

He smiles but it fades a bit as he gets confused from the strange sensations in his feet that just aren’t making any sense.

“Oh~. You’re already used to them huh? You’re already loving them hehehe.”

Steven just takes a few more pics really smirking at you strangely.

“I mean kinda but these are waaay too big to wear regularly haha, I should probably take em off now.”

David smiles and leans to try and take em off as he messes with the laces but can’t seem to get them untied or pull em off…what!

“You sure you want to take them off now? You’re going to miss the best part~”

Steven presses record on his phone secretly and places it on the table facing David. A big smirk on his face staring at those big shoes.

“B-best part? Did you glue them? Is that why I can’t get em off!”

David starts to panic a bit and feels his feet getting even hotter inside them now and wiggling his toes trying to figure out what’s going on.

“No, even better.. Just wait for it.”

His close friend staring at the scene was getting excited as he slowly grabs his crotch to gently rub.

“Gah m-my feet they’re burning up! What did you do Steven!”

David tries his all to yank off the huge sneakers but it’s like they’re fully glued on. He glances over at his close friend noticing he’s enjoying this he can’t help but get angry.

“Those feet of yours were too small. They needed a massive upgrade.”

He chuckles and stares closer at those shoes while his friend is going through so many feelings and emotions.

“What!?!? You sly, I’m gonna get yo-“

He stopped mid-sentence as he felt a powerful throb in his feet, suddenly a loud crack and pop can be heard from his feet starting to stretch out and grow. David can’t help but moan softly from how strangely good it feels, his bulge tenting out a bit.

“Oh its finally happening!”

Steven yelled out as his bulge was tenting hard, there was pre staining his pants. His hand caresses his bulge more as he kept staring at the scene before him his friend panicking.

“Fuck dude please take em off this mmmfff feels so weird and hnnnggg goooddd~”

Another big pulse and throb shoots through David’s feet along with more popping and cracking of his bones shifting around. His pants now really tented with a wet spot beginning to form from the pleasure of the changes.

“Mmmfff I wish they were see-through…” Steven staring intently with his hand stroking his bulge and soft moans as David sees his friend’s reaction to his feet growing.

“Grrr I knew something was up mmmfff but I didn’t expect thissssnnnggg!”

David’s feet keep growing and soon reach size 20 and are almost filling the sneaker fully now. His bulge is leaking heavily to where the wet spot is letting out strands of some white liquid now.

“You look so flustered right now…what’s wrong?”

Steven eagerly takes his hand and feel the sneakers, the growing feet inside spasming inside from each throb and pulse, his bulge jumping almost in sync.

“Well I uh…the growth it mmmpphhh feels so good when it pulses but…this can’t be happening!”

David huffs again as the changes slow down it seems and his feet fully hit size 26. His now huge feet with huge toes and lots of warmth are getting a bit musky already in the sneakers.

“I bet those feet feel heavier now.. Could just burst out any minute hmm? Heheh”

Steven says with a big grin while he slowly strokes his bulge and could hear those cracking and squeaking noises coming from David’s shoes.

“They do feel heavy huff but wh-what do you mean burst…they should stop growing right? Hnnnggg fuck!”

He feels another big pulse as they reach size 26 but the sensations are still going it feels snug in the huge sneakers still attached to him. David struggles to comprehend any of what’s going on it can’t be real yet here he is and there Steven is rubbing his huge sneaker clad feet like it’s real.

“I’m going to do oh so many naughty things to those huge feet dude.”

Steven only smirked as he kept rubbing those huge sexy shoes, waiting for them to burst any second.

“Oh god no please this is big enough! Mmmfff hnnnggg!”

David cries out feeling the throbbing and pulsing kick back up even harder than before, his feet wiggle uncontrollably as the sneakers get tighter and tighter. It’s making things feel so pleasurable still, his bulge basically a faucet leaking precum out of the bubbling wet spot.

“Oh fuck~ you’re so horny. Can’t wait to play with them soon~”

Steven noticed how leaky David’s bulge was realizing it was making him hornier from just the growth alone. The shoes bulging out, ready to burst soon. He blushed harder and felt hornier than ever, moaning as he waited eagerly to see his friend’s feet shred those huge sneakers.

“Y-you’re gonna play with them? Hnnnggg! Oh fuck the shoes nooo mmmpphhh!”

David asked then moaned out as the toes of the sneakers strained and stretched hard. The loud snap of the stitches cut through his moans, it went silent as both of them stared at the scene. David’s bare toes rush through the opening and the pungent musk filling the room with the strong, warm, sweaty scent.

“Ohhh fuccckkk yesss…so big~”

Steven let a loud gasp, the smell entering his lungs with a hot stench that made his pre shoot out of his bulge in thick streams leaving stains on the tip as strands hit the floor. David’s toes look so much bigger than before making Steven’s face so red from the infatuation of those giant toes as he stares and drools.

“Fuck dude they’re…they’re not stopping mmmffffuuucckkk!~”

David leans back and moans as his cock shoots a huge wad of pre making the wet spot even bigger as the white liquid bubbles at the top of his tented bulge. He can barely see Steven behind the huge feet burst sneakers.

Steven briefly saw his friend’s bulge preing like a faucet before his view is blocked by those still growing toes. He couldn’t hold himself still as he pushed his face on those big toes, smooching deep and holding his face on it as he huffed long and hard. The musk was making him dizzy, the heat from his friend’s toes was so warm, hot even. The steam coming out those shoes were making the room around them both even hotter.

“Mmmfff fuck hhhfff god they’re so…huge…so heavy…mmmmmffff”

David’s feet finally stopped growing at now size 35 with the now dwarfed burst sneakers still stuck on his feet. He feels his friend worshipping and can’t help but leak even more, his straining tented bulge like a volcano with pre.

Steven kept smooching those big toes and moaned loudly.

“Hhmmnnff oh fuckk they’re perfect!”

Steven takes his hand and grabs the bottom soles of the shoes pulling hard, ripping them off to reveal his friend’s wrinkled, wet soles. He shoved his tongue hard lapping at David’s big toe.

“Wait dude no the shoes aahhhmmppggh fuuuccckkk yes worship my big ass feet hhnnggg!~”

David yells out to stop but his musk is making his hidden Dom side come out, with the sole being torn away and his friend going crazy with his feet. His mind going full Dom from his own strong musk filling the room and now seeing his friend as nothing more than a good little foot slave under his huge size 35s.

“Mmmnnfffff yesss your feettt”

The room was fogging up with steam from the amount of musk wafting off David’s huge feet. The musk was making Steven worship his friends feet like a good slave his tongue licking up and down the large sole as his hands grip the large toes. He uses his neck to lick all the way down to the heel as he sucks on it, murring loudly.

“Yeah that’s it you’re under my ownership now, worship my big ass feet and know your place, you belong down there and you better clean em good!”

David’s voice booming as the musk makes it deeper and his bulge twitches seemingly growing out from his regular sized 6 inches. It begins swelling up to a foot long, bursting his pants and underwear showing his nearly 16 inch cock sticking straight up. The tip leaking pre with huge balls underneath churning with cum.

“Hhhmmmnnn…your c-cock…it’s bigger!”

Steven licked back up and his eyes look between David’s large toes to see the now massive, wet cock with a pre puddle underneath it as he pushes his face on those toes. He's huffing harder as his face gets wet from the sweat of the giant soles. His hands rubbing the huge foot, massaging as best he can with being dwarfed by his friend’s huge feet.

“That’s right Steven it’s bigger and better just like my feet, my strong manly musk is making me all around bigger and better, you like that don’t you!~”

He brings up his arms flexxing showing a bit of toned muscle as his cock stands tall flexing too but flings some precum across Steven’s face.

“Mmmnnn…I love the bigger badder you!”

Steven’s smirks and licks the pre then goes back to rubbing his face up and down the huge wrinkled soles, he couldn’t stop my self as he licked even harder & faster. mmnn.. I love the bigger badder you~!!

“Good boy you know your place, under my huge soles and to worship me from here on out~”

David smirks and presses hard on his new slave making sure to dig his heel right on Steven’s bulge and show where he belongs and will stay, for good.

Steven lets out a loud, pathetic whimper as pre shoots out hard onto David’s massive cock, he moans loudly just drooling right on those large soles.

“Come on Steven I know you wanna bust, you’ve been holding back, just look at me now!”

David press down really hard rubbing his feet on his slave pinning him down and point his huge cock right at him.

Steven’s legs kick as he was so close to climaxing it was hard for him not to with his master’s soft, meaty giant foot pressing down on him. He humps and finally shoots the hardest load, coating David’s feet with streams of cum as he let a loud moan.

“Fuck yes here I cummm!”

David feel his slave’s hot seed coat his massive soles as he let loose and shot load after load all over his huge feet, remains of sneakers, and of course over his new slave as they both huff from all the excitement.

After a hot musky scene both of them sit back and relax seeing all the changes that happened and smirk at each other thinking about the next time already.

[cannibalchow]

The Assignment

Marcus, a Journalism major had the most intense assignment that semester and hated it.

It was simple really, that was when he didn't think about it. All he had to do was write a 3000-word feature alongside containing his own photos and interview.

It sounded simple. But features were notoriously difficult. One had to dig deep, to let go of all their preconceived thoughts and feelings, to relax into the story and let it take a hold of them as it naturally flowed from the mind to the page.

Everyone had their event and Marcus had his. He was going to go to an upcoming hypnosis show on campus and he was going to interview the hypnotist, if he was the first to get to them then he could get all the information and ask them nicely enough not to speak to any other students poaching for a story.

It'd be something unique, local and maybe even interesting.

That was the plan.

It was a simple plan.

But it was only simple until Marcus looked closer, went deeper into it all. As he sat there watching the man on stage, he found himself blushing at how attractive he was. How debonair he sounded, how posh his accent was, how his voice seemed to move slickly over the heads of the audience and pour right into their ears.

Then his eyes fell on Marcus.

At least Marcus thought so. It was like out of the crowd of roughly a hundred that the man was somehow staring right at the college sophomore with dark eyes and a knowing smirk.

It made Marcus swallow as the man continued speaking something or another about hypnotism.

"So as you all probably know, hypnosis has a bit of an odd reputation. Trust me it's not just snapping my fingers or telling someone to look into my eyes and that's it..." But Marcus couldn't stop looking into the man's eyes, even far away on stage he kept staring as he thought about maybe getting up. That maybe this was a bad idea. But his body didn't obey and he stayed in his seat.

"Wh..." Marcus murmured as he tried his best to get up.

"But y'know some people would love to be told to go deep and relax, I'm sure some of you wouldn't want to leave now would you?"

Marcus found himself shaking his head.

It would be nice to go deep.

It would be nice to relax.

Even as he tried to think of the hundred reasons why he should've gotten up then and there he couldn't.

"But hypnosis is something helpful after all it can make you grow, some people even report it could minimise the pain in injuries like broken feet or arms..."

That's when the first change happened. Suddenly the front of Marcus' trainers tore apart as his feet began to swell and grow before suddenly springing out. Much like his cock, his toes grew longer and larger, thickening slightly as the soles crawled forward and pushed apart the tattered remains of his socks and shoes.

Marcus tried so hard to use what dregs of resistance there was but he couldn't as he felt himself drool.

"Hypnosis can make you feel so good..."

He felt his mind continuing to resist, continuing to try and get up. But all he could do was stare and nod as he struggled to keep his mind awake enough to realise what was happening to him.

The hypnotist continued. "Or you can grow as a person, wanting to do be more motivated to do all kinds of things like exercise for example..."

Marcus felt his mind rearrange. Suddenly he wasn't so interested in journalism or writing this article, he had honestly to the hypnosis show to kill some time before heading to the gym.

A membership card fitted in his waller in his pockets as his shirt beneath his hoodie turned into a vest, jeans starting to turn into shorts that fitted around growing legs and thickening thighs. His ass inflating and getting plumper and larger as days upon days of cardio and squats and leg workouts filled his mind like the hypnotist's voice and shaped his body like clay.

"I mean it'd be nice wouldn't it?" The hypnotist chuckled. "If you could use hypnosis to grow your muscles..."

And grow his muscles did. His vest beneath his hoodie beginning to tear as even his hoodie was starting to strain. Skinny arms transforming into biceps as days in the library shifted to days lifting weights.

His skinny body starting to grow bigger and brawnier to the point where Marcus thought he might get stuck in his chair as his pecs inflated like a pair of tits, inflating so big and voluptuous that he couldn't help but moan. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as a few people around him noticed something odd with him, he could see his bare feet and body was drawing stares, even a few chuckles and comments.

"The hell?"

"Is that Marcus?"

"I know him, he's from my class!"

"Oh my god, what is he doing?"

"But hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to. It just makes you give in to your true desires..."

No...No please...

Marcus silently pleaded as he was practically drooling out his IQ through his lips and his throbbing cock that was drooling pre-cum in a new pair of skimpy underwear, the only form of clothing that actually seemed to actively get smaller, whilst the rest was being wrought tight by his muscles.

"Holy fuck haha what's happening to him?"

Marcus could feel more and more eyes on him as his own eyelids were fluttering. His skin was growing fairer, a new tone spreading across his body that combated the paleness he got from years spent mostly indoors and hunched over his computer keyboard. He saw the hypnotist was now most definitely staring at him as he continued to throb and moan, giving in more and more into the hypnotic allure of the man on stage.

"But of course that couldn't possibly happen, not without a very skilled hypnotist and just a..." The man raised his fingers and Marcus' eyes widened, one final jolt of his old self trying to fight back as he realised what the hypnotist was about to do. He couldn't fight it though, despite his strengthening body, it only made for a weaker mind.

His biceps were at least now more double their size as his shirt and hoodie began to wrap tight around his muscular body. But the changes were moving up his neck, growing thicker as his accent changed, moans and mutterings now sounding slightly foreign and deeper as it sounded almost as if he was muttering in...Gaelic?

His hair was changing, sprouting slightly taller, fuller befitting for his larger head as his jawline grew more angular, head getting wider. His nose elongated and lips plumped up slightly fuller whilst facial hair, something Marcus could barely sprout even into his 20s, was now growing with ease. Each new hair being a new memory, the plane ride over to America to go to this college, growing up in a different country, living almost a different life as he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

The hypnotist was here, taking notice like the rest of the crowd, muttering then and there in his ear as Marcus looked oddly similar enough and yet somehow so distinctive, so different as the man uttered words only he could hear.

"Cum."

And then came the SNAP of his fingers and Marcus was no more, no longer his old self. Instead he was now Theo, a totally hot Scottish student from abroad who couldn't be bothered doing something as silly as Journalism class and can't even remember the reason why he came to the hypnotist.

But all he could remember was the feeling of absolute pleasure as his mind and body were altered, orgasming then and there as he felt his slick muscular body sweat.

"And now...open your eyes! Give it up for Theo everyone!"

Theo looked around, so confused. What had even happened? When did he get on stage? He looked down, feeling a wetness at his legs that thankfully didn't translate to a stain on his pants as he saw the audience enraptured by whatever had just happened and the hypnotist shaking his hand.

"So uh tell us before you go Theo, what do you do?"

"Aye, a'm a photography student," Theo said, almost taking a moment to remember. He blinked, his voice almost surprised him, like he didn't expect it to be so deep or why his accent sounded so unfamiliar. But then he realised he must have been tired. Why the hell would he not have a Scottish accent? And of course his major made sense, he loved photography, he'd been doing it for years and with social media he only got more and more into it, especially posting pictures of himself.

"And uh could you remind us again, what got you into it?" The hypnotist asked. Theo chuckled nervously as he felt himself blush a little.

"Uh its a funny story actually. Ah wis looking fur work 'n' got hired tae be a model 'n' ended up bein' naked tae be drawn by a bunch o' students 'n' uh ah ended up sticking aroond 'n' talking tae thaim 'n' signed up for th' class after all that..." Theo chuckled. "Ah wasn't guid at drawing bit ah figured ah could have a go at photography, doing something still artistic.."

A few of the students, especially the girls were giggling as they were obviously checking Theo out. For some reason the feeling was unfamiliar to Theo that was for a moment before a cockiness settled in.

"Great, great and just one more question...do you think hypnosis could change anyone?"

Theo scoffed.

"No way I don't see how it could-"

"Thank you that's all, won't keep you too long I know you probably have another modelling job to do, give it up for Theo!"

The audience applauded, smiling ear to ear as Theo looked a little confused by the hypnotist's comment as he stepped off the stage. For some reason he felt like he was forgetting something and then realised...

"Shit, my assignment!"

He did have an assignment to do after all, not something boring like a paper or anything like his roommate had to do for some boring Journalsim degree. No, Theo had a different kind of assignment to do, one that involved being bare and open and...well, more posing.

Theo, a Photography major had the easiest assignment of the semester and he absolutely loved it.

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[cannibalchow]

You, anon-sect, were going about your usual routine of going to the gym and hanging out with friends. After several hours in the hot sunshine, you decided to head home. Taking a seat on the train home, you heard the pleading cries of the transformed victims trapped on your feet. You had seriously abused them today, but they were just your socks and shoes, so you didn't care. Your feet were sweating like crazy, forcing both socks and shoes to absorb it all. As you wiggled your toes within them, you could tell the shoes didn't have long left before they were completely trashed.

Looking around the train car, you noticed a perfect target to TF into new ones just a few feet away from you. He was a muscular looking stud with a handsome face that you were dying to step on as an insole. The stud was also completely distracted by his phone, making it even easier to TF him without him even realizing that he's screwed. This made your cock very hard.

Sliding yourself up the row towards him, you subtly eyed him up, imagining how comfortable he was gonna be on your feet. You pulled out the TF device and set the program to “SHOES/PERMANENT”. After making sure no one was watching, you pulled the trigger on it and fired the device at the guy. There was a bright flash of light, and as it died down, Anon-sect, you expected to see your new shoes sitting on the seat in front of you, but somehow…someway, the muscular guy was still there, completely untouched by the transformation beam. This was more than confusing for you, you had done this so many times in the past. At this point, you had probably transformed hundreds of innocent lives, irreversibly reshaped into any object you deemed them to be. No one had ever resisted the effects of your device up till this point, it was outright impossible for this guy to still be human.

You pondered what might've gone wrong, looking over the device best you can without drawing too much attention. You were angry, no, Furious that he had survived your shot, so when he started chatting with you, it took everything in you to not blow up at him.

“Hey, did your little toy break? Aww, that sucks man…”, the guy across from you spoke up, sounding exactly like the dumb ‘Jock Bro’ he appeared to be. There was a hint of sympathy in his voice, which you had to hold your breath at to keep from laughing. You had just tried to turn him into your permanent footwear, and he was saddened by your perceived “broken toy”? It made you wonder, if you told him what you had planned on doing to him, would he apologize for failing to become your shoes? Man, this guy is such an easy target, it almost felt cruel…

“No, it's not broken. It's also not a toy, but if I told you what it really was, I'd have to, in a literal sense,  put a foot in your mouth”, you snapped back at him, smirking slightly at your own sly word play and continued trying to suss out the fault in the device.

The guy had a dumbfounded look on his face, but then he seemed to catch on to something, “Uh…ohhh, like some kind of secret project? Aw, that's pretty cool man! I've actually got my own secret project goin’, wanna see!?”, 

This guy was starting to annoy you, but not to seem suspicious, you looked up at him, faining curiously.

The guy looked overjoyed to see you interested in his so called “secret project”. He excitedly turned his phone towards you and showed you the image that was on the screen. “I snapped a pic of these awesome shoes that I want, am just waitin’ on them realizing they're supposed to be there”. Despite his obvious luke-warm IQ, it was hard not to be indeered to this guy. You were ready to write him off as a dumb meathead that would soon be imprisoned on your feet…until you actually looked at the picture on his phone. It showed a pair of white coloured High-Top sneakers, with red and black accents. You had to agree, they did look pretty awesome…however, the picture depicted the shoes on the floor of the train car, the exact same one you were in…then you realized what kind of phone this guy had…it was a TF phone.

You started to feel extremely lightheaded, your surroundings spinning rapidly around you. You looked down at your own TF device and your mistake was flashing right in your face. “Please Confirm Your Settings” was displayed on its screen. You had forgotten to press confirm, and without doing that, the device would never have fired…which meant that the bright flash of a TF beam didn't come from your device after all, but instead it came from the Muscular Jock Bro's phone!

Looking up at him in horror, you slid off your seat and landed with a thud on the floor right by the guy's nasty, beat-up gym sneakers.

“Yo, what you doin’ on the floor man…? Oh, wait! Are you tryna catch a whiff of ma feets? That's kinda weird Bro, my feet really stink, but, I guess it ain't hurtin’ no one…”, and with a confused, but friendly smile, the guy kicked off his sneakers and pressed his hot, stinky, sweat-soaked socked feet right against your face. “Oh, by the way, ma names Chad! I would ask for your name, but, I don't think shoes deserve names…”, despite retaining his air-headed bubbly himbo tone, the last line he spoke had a sinister edge to it, revealing that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You had become completely paralyzed shortly after landing on the floor, so you could do nothing as the guy shoved his stinking,  rancid feet in your face. Was this karma…? Was the universe torturing you like this as a form of revenge on behalf of all your former victims? This was the only explanation that made sense to you. How else could you have forgotten such a simple step like press confirm on your settings, you've done that a million times! All you could do was sniff, Chad's putrid, toxic foot stink no doubt speeding up the transformation process as you felt a strange sensation in your skin.

“Uh…hey Bro!”, the guy called down to you, pretending badly to sound concerned, “you don't look so good, man…it looks like you'returnin’ whit! Are ma feets too stinky for ya!? Aw, am so sorry, Man”, his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and even worse, you could spot a very visible bulge pressing against his sweats…he was enjoying this.

His feet were so rancid,  but they were the least of your concerns. With pleading eyes, you looked up at him, begging, praying he would stop this…but the look of pleasure on his face told you that was never going to happen. As he gently stroked the sizable bulge in his pants, you felt your skin get tighter, squeezing out a few tears from your eyes…you didn't want this, you didn't want to be some guy's shoes! This guy was supposed to be your shoes!! As you felt a mix of fear and anger, your transformation seemed to accelerate, causing intense pain and discomfort as your body began to contort and reshape into its new form.

Staring down at you, the guy was now smirking, excited as he watched this happening to you. “Yo!!! Bro!!!! You're ma fuckin’ shoes now!!! Hahaha, pathetic loser!!!“, the guy eagerly watched as your horrific transformation was finalized, leaving you looking exactly like the picture on his phone.

Wasting no time, the guy pulled you onto his feet, your face instantly being squashed beneath his hot smelly foot. “Oh man, you feel so good on me, so comfortable!”, he remarked, pressing his foot down hard against your insole face.

This was Hell…not only were his feet fucking toxic, but the guy himself was a huge mound of muscle, weighing at least 400 pounds. However, your situation quickly changed from bad to worse when he pulled on the other shoe. From your experience with TFing people, you obviously knew the face became one of the insoles, but you never could figure out what formed the other insole…until now.

As Chad pulled on the other shoe, you could feel his sweaty toes sliding along your dick, before his heel settled down on top of your balls…this sensation made you want to cum so hard, but you couldn't, your cock was an insole. This orgasmic pleasure soon intensified as Chad played with the shoe on his foot, as if he knew your penis was now its insole. Pleasure turned to pain as there was no way to release the tension. 

“Oh please…please let me cum…oh god it hurts!!! Just let me cum, please god let me cum!!!”, you mentally begged, screamed and cried, but to release came. You were locked in eternal orgasm for the rest of your life!

“Oh f-fuck…”, that was the last thought you had before his full weight crushed down on your privets. You were in agony, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As for the muscular guy, he couldn't help but admire the quality of his new shoes! They felt high end, and super comfortable. Testing them out with a stroll up and down the train car, he found that the shoes would contract around his feet with each step, almost as if the shoes were giving his feet a massage as he walked. “Man, it was awesome of you to turn into my shoes! Am gonna wear you everyday Bro, especially to the gym! You're ma new favorite pair now!”, he excitedly informed you, mercilessly wiggling his big thick toes on you.

You screamed at the thought of that. Everyday!? There was no way you could mentally survive that! You began to cry and plead, begging to be turned human again, but it never came. You would live out the rest of your existence on his feet, smelling, tasting and feeling every second of it at 10000X the insanity of a normal human. 

Chad kept his word and wore you every single day, and to torture you even further, he also never changed his sock either. Eventually, you would begin to rot on his feet, his rancid sweat dissolving your shoe bodies. First to go was your insole cock. Chad's sweat had quickly stained it a deep orange, and once that happened, the integrity of your insole cock rapidly deteriorated with searing, blinding pain. You thought your mind was going to burn up…in fact, you hoped it would…unfortunately it stayed intact, forcing you to feel you cock and balls rot away beneath Chad's foot. Next was your face, you could both smell and taste yourself rotting, but you never died. Chad simply threw you in a closet with the rest of his rotting sneakers, leaving you to your fate in pain and agony as shoes, forever!

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[cannibalchow]

Call Me Chad

Charlie never thought that a beautiful girl like Rachel would show any real interest in a geek like him, but to use him just to get to Jack? His dumb musclehead roommate who he also had to tutor to get paid enough by his football coach? He felt heartbroken, trying to find the right words to say to her to not leave him. 

“I just can’t see a future between us, especially if you’re not hot like Jack,” Rachel said, as Jack wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

“Bro, she’ll never continue dating a nerdy loser like you,” Jack scoffed, cutting Charlie off.

The small, twig-like nerd lips quivered and his reddened eyes burst into tears as he ran out of the frat party, only to be caught by a few of Jack’s douchebag posse to be stripped till he was completely naked and eventually dunked into the swimming pool. It left him embarrassed, vulnerable and overwhelmed, as he was surrounded by pompous, superficial jerks that kept laughing and sneering at him. All of it turned his shame and guilt into anger and vengeance—

———

“CHARLIE! Wake up, man. The library’s gonna close in half an hour.”

Charlie woke up disgruntled and deeply frustrated. Fuck, he’d dreamt about the set-up. Again. It’d been a few weeks since he got dumped, and it still consumed his mind like crazy. He rubbed his eyes softly and looked up to see his good friend William waving his hand in front of Charlie’s face. 

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been dozing off quite a bit during study group,” William asked, looking concerned.

Charlie sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m awake. Just…”

“The set-up?” William replied. Charlie froze.

“Was it that obvious?” 

“Charlie, it’s the only thing that’s been on your mind for three months, and with the way things happened, I wouldn’t blame you for being so fixated on it,” William rubbed Charlie’s back caringly as he spoke, his hand pushing his glasses back up to position. 

Charlie sighed again, and sunk his head down. “But I shouldn’t be. I should have moved on by now, found someone new—”

William cut him off. “Don’t you dare go into what-ifs. That’ll only keep you miserable.”

“I know… it’s just… I wanna be someone’s special someone, but I can’t when I look like a stick and have to compete with huge muscle guys like Jack and his friends…” Charlie shook his head, frustrated and exasperated, while William gave him a comforting bro hug…

But William wished he could be more than just a friend to Charlie. See, William had been there for Charlie pretty much all their lives, growing up together and being very close. Hell, William had especially been there for him that night too: picking him up from the frat house; sitting with and comforting Charlie in his dorm; making sure he ate well and didn’t binge or starve himself; if anything, William would’ve made a great, loving boyfriend to Charlie… if only Charlie wasn’t so painfully straight and thought this was just a good friend looking out for a friend in pain. He, too, was frustrated by Charlie’s situation and constant thinking of the past.

Charlie rose from his chair and looked at William, smiling softly. “Thanks for being here for me, Will. It really means a lot to have a friend like you,” he said before walking away.

“L-likewise, Charlie. I’ll see you later,” Will replied, a smile forced onto his lips as he watched Charlie leave the library. Fuck, if only there was something he could do to make both his and Charlie’s situations ease up, but also align so they could be together.

Just as William was about to leave, he noticed a shimmer out of the corner of his eye. Turning to see where it came from, he noticed an old, rickety door with an oddly polished handle built in between the bookshelves. “Huh, I’d not seen that there before…” he mumbled as he walked over to it and turned the handle. The door swiftly opened, and Will stepped into what looked like a dusty, abandoned storage room, covered in cobwebs, rags and dust. He was intrigued at first, but screamed when he heard the door slam behind him without warning.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??” he shouted, grabbing his phone and turning its flashlight on to look around for the source of the door closing. As he kept searching, a bunch of lanterns mysteriously flared up, suddenly illuminating the room to reveal an ancient-looking book on a cobwebbed lectern. After taking a few breaths to calm down, Will blew the dust off the book, to see its title: “The Jock Bible”. An Ancient Greek-style illustration of a hot, muscular guy adorned the cover.

“Hmm, interesting name for a book…” he pursed his lips, intrigued as he lifted the cover. He was suddenly overwhelmed when a golden aura emerged from the pages and blinded him, filling him with immense knowledge, knowledge that could play to both his benefit, as well as Charlie’s. The thoughts swirling in his mind made him smirk. Perhaps there could be a way to make Charlie his after all… though he himself might want to use it for his own needs too.

“Hey there, Chad, man you’re looking more huge every day,” a deep voice spoke.

“Wait, that voice is familiar,” Charlie thought, and turned around to see a handsome hunk standing there, in a blue tank top and grey sweatpants, which threw him off so much he jumped. The jock in front of him chuckled, while Charlie gripped his tray.

“Bro, chill, looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” he smirked as he eyed Charlie up and down. Another shiver ran down the nerd’s spine, and he felt strangely… comfortable.  Charlie took a few steps back as he still felt nervous around this guy, even if he was more chill about it, but the musclehead sauntered over and slapped the nerd’s back.

“Come on, let’s sit together and chat, Chad,” he said.

Charlie replied back, firmly, “My name’s not Chad! It’s Charlie!”

The jock shook his head and smirked. “Nah, dude, you’re Chad alright. One of the biggest dudes I’d ever seen.”

Afraid of this guy and what he was saying, Charlie threw his tray at the jock and made a run for it. He ran past the building he was supposed to have class in in an hour, past his residence hall, he even ran past the fraternity quad. When he stopped and took a breath, he looked around to see he was in the athletics area of campus, which spooked him. He could see the gym and the football field in front of him, and as he took a step back to wonder what the hell was going on, that slight shiver that ran down his spine tingled once more, and all of a sudden, his shirt felt extremely tight on him, as if compressing him.

“What the fuck is happening?” he asked, panting as he peeled off his shirt to no avail, the fabric tearing at his growing body. The buttons on his shirt bounced off as he felt his muscles grow at a rapid rate, which made him almost scream, while his shirt finally fell to the ground in a pile of shredded rags, to reveal a shocking surprise: rounded shoulders, defined pecs, washboard abs, toned arms, and a pair of legs strong enough to crush watermelons.

“H-holy shit, I’m buff??” he asked himself, and as he curled his arm into a flex, his bicep vein popped out, showing just how lean he was. His eyes went wide in horror. “What the fuck is going on??”

“Chad, Bro, I told you, you’re looking more huge everyday,” the jock from the canteen said, appearing as if out of nowhere. Charlie jumped and stepped back.

“Who the fuck are you?” Charlie asked, shutting his mouth as he heard a deep, bovine voice emerge from his mouth. “What the fuck is happening to me? What are you doing to me?” he cried, cowering in fear.

“That’s not the Chad I know. Dude, you’re the cockiest, most confident sigma jock on campus, not some wussy nerd,” the jock responded with a chuckle.

“I keep telling you, my name’s not Chad! It’s Chad—” Charlie tried to say his own name, but the name Chad slipped out of his lips instead. No matter how hard he tried, the name Chad stuck to his tongue like honey. “What the hell is going on?”

“You’ll see when we’re done, Chad.” The jock winked and sauntered away, his muscles defined by the sunlight above while Charlie watched, confused and terrified altogether. What did that musclehead mean by “you’ll see when we’re done”?

Walking back to his dorm, Charlie felt exposed. Embarrassed. He tried to cover up his body, but his hands, large as they were, were unable to fully cover his massively ripped chest, which bounced with every step he took. The now-lean muscular nerd, glasses still on, kept his head hung low to avoid attracting any more attention. However, when he was a few feet away from the front door, he heard giggles and whistles from the other side of the street. Charlie looked up, and noticed a trio of sorority girls looking at him. No, not just looking. Ogling him. Licking their lips and blowing kisses at him. As they did, his spine tingled… and he thought his dick was getting hard too. He smirked back at them with a confident grin, flexing one of his arms. The girls giggled even more, which made the nerd blush, until he realized his dick was still soft and limp. 

His face went pale at the realization, and before he could even try to process what the hell was going on, Charlie ran off into his residence hall, until he was finally in the comfort of his own room. Not at all realizing that he’d dropped and broken his glasses on the way.

———

It had been an intense two days since that strange jock pestered Charlie, and since he… well, got the body of one. He was still confused as to how he could just magically buff up like he did, especially since it looked like he’d been working out since he was thirteen and played football at the same time. Scouring through Google to find answers, there seemed to be no solution to changing himself back to his normal nerdy self. Not just that, he knew he couldn’t keep hiding like this - he was bound to step outside and run into people.

“Ughhhh, what do I do?” he asked himself.

Then, he realized there was one person he hadn’t seen since his change. William.

Charlie grabbed his phone and, with his meaty fingers, sent a message to his best friend, hoping he could have someone to trust with his secret.

CHARLIE: <<William, I need your help>>

The nerd-in-a-jock’s-body held his breath, waiting for a response, and sure enough, the text bubble showed up as William typed out his reply… one that poor Charlie was not expecting.

WILLIAM: <<sup chad? i was wondering where u went>>

Charlie was baffled, and in his shock, dropped his phone. Did that jock steal William’s phone? Was this some sort of elaborate prank that Jack and his buddies were pulling? His phone buzzed again, and he picked it up to see a new message from whoever had his bestie’s phone.

WILLIAM: <<earth to chad, bruh sometimes you can be so thick huhuhu>>

As he read this, he felt an intense fog fill his mind, obscuring his panic and attempts to make sense of the situation. A chuckle left his lips, and his hand covered them in waning concern. Charlie wasn’t dumb… was he? 

He put the phone down on his bed, and looked around the mess of a bedroom he was in: empty packs of chips, half-full bottles of soda and water, clothes strewn in every corner. Well, less clothes, more like shredded pieces of fabric that were once clothes that used to fit his lanky frame. All that survived were some of his oversized t-shirts and baggy jeans, which were more form-fitting on his now-muscular physique, leaving little to the imagination. That, and a set of gym clothes he found outside his door the night after his sudden second puberty. A tight grey Under Armour compression shirt that showed off his massive pecs, a pair of black five-inch inseam shorts that hugged his thighs, and a jockstrap.

If anything, his room resembled what he thought a douchey jock’s dorm would look like.

Charlie stood up, and he felt his head go woozy, the fog in his mind intensifying and concealing more of his usual train of thought. He sniffed like a dog, sensing there was an awful stench coming from inside his room. He first thought it was his clothes - sure, they had some cheesy scent to them, but not as intense as this one was. His shoes? Rank, but not what he was looking—OH, it was himself. Charlie’s pits reeked like crazy, his B.O. filling up the room and replacing the oxygen in it. Normally, he would wrinkle his nose in disgust, but with his mind in a daze, he let out another chuckle.

“Bruh, I reek,” he said, in a low, bovine tone reminiscent of Jack.

Fuck, Jack. That sexy motherfucker, with muscles that glistened with sweat, a handsome face that he could just kiss, and a dick worth sucking—

Wait, what??

Charlie quickly got dressed in the new gym clothes he got, not even bothering to shower or clean himself up, grabbed his phone and bag, and ran out of his dorm, pushing some of his fellow nerds out of the way. He made it outside, the sun shining on his chiseled face, and he began to saunter over to…

Wait, where was he going again?

He pulled out his phone, and looked through his calendar to see what class he had. He’d already missed his degree-required Python Coding class at 8:30 AM, History of Japan at 11:30 AM, and now it was past 2:00 PM. Charlie had… Physiology of Exercise at 3:00 PM followed by HIT DA GYM at 6:00 PM? As he regained some of his composure, Charlie was shaken. These two things on his roster were stuff a jock would study and do. He usually had Study Group with his friends at six… what the fuck was going on with him?

As the nerd felt some of the mind fog ease and dissipate, he noticed the same trio of girls from two days back, the ones Charlie flexed for, but this time they were accompanied by their frat bro boyfriends - all looked like they were cut from the same cloth: white, chiseled jawlines, built bodies. Charlie’s jaw dropped at the sight of these men, his cock was getting hard just by ogling them, and tenting visibly in his tight shorts. He was straight! Into girls! He wasn’t gay. He… he couldn’t be. He grabbed his bag and covered his obscene bulge, waddling over to the library to calm himself down and figure out what was happening to him.

———

William, meanwhile, was returning to his room at the Eta Theta Tau frat house, locking the door behind him as he pulled out The Jock Bible from his backpack. He smirked as he flexed his biceps in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, before sitting down and opening the magical tome that had granted him not only the body and life he’d dreamt of. He charmed his way, literally and figuratively, into Eta Theta Tau, the college football team, and even the Honors Society. He became insanely popular, grew in strength as he did bicep curls with 28-kilogram dumbbells, gained a rugged handsomeness by stealing some traits from his fellow frat bros, all of which made William more visible and prominent in the social fabric of campus life. 

The Jock Bible also gave the new frat bro, actually more like the Frat President, immense power to reshape reality and whoever he wanted to fit his new life. That included his crush on Charlie, soon to be his dumb boyfriend Chad. He laughed as he remembered scaring the shit out of his skinny nerd friend, taunting him into growing his muscles. They were getting big enough for William’s, or rather Will’s, taste, but he wasn’t so much into Charlie’s intellect. It kinda drove an unseen wedge between the two of them, and made Will feel dumb sometimes.

Well, with this next phase of the plan, that was about to change, and now he wondered what Charlie was doing with his text messages from earlier.

“Charlie, I can’t wait to make you my blissfully dumb muscle slut,” he chuckled as he turned the pages of the book to see what else he could pull off.

———

Charlie stumbled out of the library two hours later. It was fine, he thought, I can skip this class, it’s not even a class I remember signing up for. As he walked around, the golden rays of sunlight hitting his perfectly-tanned skin, he saw the jock who’d made him into an oaf of a man strutting in his direction. Charlie hid behind a tree, his breath picking up as he shivered nervously. His mind felt somewhat the same, but also felt a bit slower than usual.

“Who is this dude, and what does he want with me?” he asked himself.

“Yo, Chad, why’re you hiding from us dude?” Jack chuckled, patting the nerd’s back.

One of his posse, Dan, smirked. “Bruh, we got push day at six, you’ll be there, right?” he asked.

Charlie was even more confused, seeing his tormentors treat him as if he were like one of them. No, they were treating him as one of them. Panic rose inside Charlie, as it was quite the shift. Something felt really off, but before he could even speak his mind, his mouth spoke for him. “You know it, my man. Gotta get this chest so huge it’ll break a bra in half,” Charlie grinned back involuntarily, his hand cupping his pecs, which caused him to moan.

The group of jocks laughed out loud, as Jack held onto Charlie’s shoulder. “Man, you gotta control yourself, no one’s gotta know you turn yourself on,” he replied. Charlie stared at Jack, noticing that he was taller and bulkier than his bully. That was a welcome sight for him, considering he wanted revenge for the set-up, but there was something about Jack being smaller yet still muscular that Charlie was starting to find… hot. The posse sauntered off, cackling amongst themselves as the jock-nerd ogled them, feeling more confused than he did earlier. Poor Charlie, if only he knew…

The hours flew by, and before Charlie knew it, it was nearly six. He sat down on a rock by the lake, tears in his eyes as he watched the sun set, the sky filled with gold and the water crashing against the rocks below him. “What’s the matter with me?” he asked himself, rubbing his reddened eyes with his bear-like paws.

“Bro, chillax, you’re a jock now,” a voice bellowed in his head. Charlie turned around, trying to figure out where this jock-voice came from.

“Let go, man. No need for smarts anymore when you’re this jacked.”

His breath got heavier as he realized it was coming from his own head. “But… this isn’t me! I’m not a musclehead. I’m not friends with Jack. I’m not…” he paused.

“What, gay as a three dollar bill?” the voice, which he assumed must be the Chad everyone thought he was, asked. Charlie nodded.

“I’m straight, I’m into girls,” he stuttered out, feeling even more confused as his mind conjured up an image of the jock who’d started all this.

Chad chuckled dumbly. “Dude, chicks don’t really care about our muscles, but the bros? Man, do they want a piece of the action. Don’t you wanna finally enjoy life and get to fuck someone?”

Charlie gulped. This jock persona was right, even though it was hard to listen to an oaf, even if he was in his own mind. “I… I guess…”

“Then let go man, don’t be such a pussy. You’ll get everything you ever dreamed of,” Chad replied, and Charlie felt his lips curl into a jock-like smirk. One full of confidence, as if he knew he was the shit.

Charlie was now, though, now that he really, really thought about it. He had muscles now, and big ones too. He looked like he could play for the college football team as a tight end or a quarterback with his size. His face looked like it’d been carved by the ancient Greeks or Michelangelo, with how sharp his features were.`As for the python swinging between his legs? Well, I bet Jack’s couldn’t even compare.

“I just don’t wanna be—”

“What, an asshole? An arrogant douchebag?”

“Bingo,” Charlie sighed. “It all feels so surreal, but I don’t wanna betray who I am.”

Chad laughed. “Bruh, trust me, I’m just as dopey and curious as you are. I’m you, just hotter, more confident… maybe dumber, but at least I use my body and my mind for what actually matters.”

“So I’m just supposed to let go—what the fuck??”

Charlie screamed, as he suddenly found himself in the middle of the campus gym, and in the middle of a rep on the incline bench. His arms lifted the barbell with ease.

“How’d I get here?” he asked himself.

“You talked too much, little dude, had to get to the gym in time,” Chad replied as Charlie watched his body betray him, pushing and grunting through a few more reps on the bench press before setting the barbell down and sitting upright. “Trust me man, you, me, we can be happy if we choose to be.” Charlie stood up and saw his humongous body in one of the mirrors on the wall, his mouth agape in wonder while he flexed his biceps. They were the size of his former head. As he flexed, he felt… content. Strong as fuck. Happy, even.

“There we go, little dude, you and I are gonna become one sexy Chad by the end of tonight,” Chad spoke with Charlie’s mouth, and Charlie… well, he understood now. Maybe this was just what he needed.

———

Chad kept up the push day workout, grueling through incline bench presses, cable flys, weighted tricep dips, dumbbell skull crushers… the list went on. Grinding through each rep, Charlie felt his muscles pump up even more, sending a thrill of strength and cockiness through him, while Chad grunted, fixing his bulge every now and again. As the pair-in-one-body sauntered around each machine, they felt eyes staring at them - some girls found him hot, others found him disgusting when his B.O. wafted into their noses, while the other dudes… they thirsted over his physique, complimenting him.

“Holy shit, bro, you look huge!” one gym bro said.

Another one replied, “Dude, you’re the real alpha here.” 

Jamie blushed scarlet. “W-would you wanna head to the showers?”

Chadie nodded, a sly grin on his face as he picked up the cutie and strutted to the locker room, grabbing a pair of towels and carrying Jamie into one of the private shower cubicles. Charlie couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but Chad could. The jock ripped off Jamie’s gym clothes off his slender body, while the very slutty twink got to work, peeling the stud’s shorts and jockstrap to the floor and getting onto his knees. Jamie licked the tip of Chadie’s cock, the jock shuddering in pleasure as his little boy guided his ten-inch monster through his dick-sucking lips and into his oh-so-perfectly-tight mouth. 

“Fuckkkkk bro,” Chad and Charlie both moaned, their body’s hand grabbing Jamie’s soft, curly hair, letting his fingers run through each lock before gripping the twink’s head, then slamming his cock further down his throat, his lips meeting the base of his jock cock. Every inch of Charlie’s resistance to becoming Chad was wearing down with each thrust of his hips, precum dripping into Jamie’s throat as the twink cupped his baseball-sized nuts and massaged them so nicely, he almost busted one. But they kept going, and once he felt like his dick had been lubed up enough by the amazing sloppy he was getting, he pulled Jamie’s head off and lifted the twink up, turning him around and bending his sweet ass over.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, slut,” Charlie whispered seductively into Jamie’s ear. Or was it Chad? It was unclear now who was who, as the nerd began to let the jock into him, letting go as he plowed Jamie’s ass raw. The twink whined like a bitch in heat as he couldn’t hold on for much longer, as Charlie kept ramming his cock against Jamie’s prostate so hard that he could only see stars. Jamie came from his tiny nub, but Chad kept going, fucking the cutie as if he were just a plaything, grunting like a beast as he neared his own climax.

“Holy shit bro, I’m gonna CUMMMMMM!” the jock shouted, as he blew a massive load inside Jamie’s tight ass, filling it up to the brim and letting it leak a bit out of the twink’s hole as he slid out. In his mind, Charlie’s and Chad’s minds melted together in orgasmic bliss, blending together to create a cocky yet dopey, dumb yet curious, straight-passing yet gay-as-fuck jock - the Chad everyone knew him to be. He took a deep breath as he turned the shower on, washing Jamie’s lithe body, while the cutie lathered up his huge muscles, kissing a few times, before drying each other up.

Jamie grabbed Chad’s phone and blushed as he typed in his number. “Call me, Chad.” The twink’s ass bounced hypnotically as he ran to his locker, got dressed, and headed out. Chad chuckled, cupping his bulge. He left a missed call for Jamie to save his contact, then got dressed in his gym clothes again, his scent barely erased by the shower he just had.

As Chad made his way back to his room, Will bumped into him, a slight blush on his frat-bro face. He looked up into Chad’s empty eyes and dumb grin, and noted them down in his head. “So, gave in to the jock life, Chad?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s soooo chill. No thoughts, just lifting, fucking, sleeping. I mean, I still have some smarts, but like, they’re all workout and nutrition shit, you feel me?” Chad replied, chuckling like the typical himbo he now was, as his fingers ran through his hair.

Will smirked. It worked. Charlie, or Chad now, could finally be his. But not just that, he seemed taller and bigger than ever. He moved closer to the jock he made, and smiled. “I get you, bro. Though, I have a question. You still into chicks?”

Chad let out a boastful laugh. “Nah man, dudes are the only ones who can appreciate all this,” he said as he gestured to his muscular body, his right arm flexed to show off.

“Is that so?” Will asked, flexing his own pecs to show off. “Then, mind if I say, I find you fucking hot, dude,” he whispered, cupping Chad’s bulge sexily. However, shock flooded his face when the jock pushed him off.

“Sorry, dude. I mean, you’re hot and all, but I’m only into cute twinks,” Chad replied with a firm frown, before sauntering off.

Will was confused as fuck. The Jock Bible promised him that anyone he turned into a jock would worship him, become his boyfriend and servant. Maybe that’s because he hadn’t read the footnotes - the fine print stated that whoever the converted jock would fuck first would be his desired lover. That was Jamie the twink. Now, Chad was dumb as a pile of rocks, but clearly, Will was dumber for missing this, and the Jock Bible weaved its magic into his mind, making sure he was dumb enough to forget about its existence and its powers, leaving him powerless and too dumb for college, that he son dropped out.

———

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[cannibalchow]

The Queer-Baiter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now queer baiting is a cruel trick,

And you let money lead the way,

Tonight ignorance won’t be your bliss,

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

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

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

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

“Let’s do the jock cover first.”

“No he needs to be in leather.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

PPPPPFFFFTTTTUUUURTTRRFFTTT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

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

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

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

[cannibalchow]

Four!

Finally!!! I found someone who can do it… I’ve waited years… looked for years… trying to find someone, somehow to restore myself… to regrow my foreskin. I’ve always envied the guys who still had them, they’re supposed to give more pleasure, better for sex, better for jerking off… and they look fun, but most like people in United States were robbed of it right after birth, exposing our cock heads to everything, desensitizing it… but now I have a witch that’ll regrow mine, she says it’ll be like it was always there… like a new cock.

I eagerly went to her house, anxious but excited.. ready for my new lease on life.. I walk in and hand her the 10,000 she wanted.. a lot I know but a small price to pay for a real foreskin.

She smiles at me, asking me to strip… I lay back on the bed as instructed, naked, my dick soft.. slightly embarrassed as I’m not that huge of a guy.. especially in front a girl… I sigh as she grabs some kind of salve, pouring liquid in it, chanting over it.

Sitting there nervously I watch as she finishes the mixture and before I can say or do anything she covers my cock in the potion, it tingles immediately.. I gulp as she starts to chant it starts to slide into my piss slit, down my cock. Unknown to me it starts to rearrange my very DNA. The salve not only slides into my cock it starts to just absorb as well, she grabs my dick and I get hard, really… really hard… a few strokes it comes to life even more, the salve doing its job… but growing my cock? No I didn’t ask for that… I watch as the skin tone changes, a very dark tan spreads all over my dick, spreading to my balls as they swell with a new cum, a different guys cum… I don’t have a clue about that yet…

I watch in awe as she plays with it, it keeps growing and growing.. going from my 5.5 inches to a huge dick.. she almost reads my mind and measures it for me, right around 9 inches… and then it starts pulsing, throbbing, getting thick… really thick… it’s rapidly becoming the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!

Kyle: is it supposed to be growingggg like this?!

She smiles “it’s all part of the plan… to make you a new man!”

I arch an eye brow confused, it’s almost like what she says had more meaning then just my dick. I gulp as it finishes growing, finishes tanning my new massive meat, she starts to trace her fingers around the shaft, my circumsition scar fades as she tugs the skin starts to stretch, getting longer, looser and finally she pulls it over my head… I look down… there it is… my foreskin! She plays with a bit making it a loose one, easily able to stretch and go on another man’s cock? Why would I think that… I grab my head confused.

She grabs my cock and starts to hammer away at it, stroking it insanely fast, I realize the moistness in my foreskin, my glands are back to how they should be… it’s way more sensitive.. I moan, unable to do much, my mind gets foggy, I can only focus on cumming… need to cum… feels so good…. Fuckkkk

I grunt.. loudly and explode, my cum going everywhere… shooting out my old dna… I lay there dazed my entire body starts to feel funny, the witch smiles and rubs my cum into my cock

“Good boy.. Connor”

It’s the last thing I hear before the world goes black.

Waking up felt weird, the whole room was spinning, everything seemed off, my glasses were gone, I look around, trying to figure out where I am. I go to sit up and look down and scream, my body… I’m.. tan? Hairless? What the fuck… everything’s bigger… I quickly pull the covers off and run to the mirror in the corner of the room and my world comes crashing down around me.

I’m not me… I’m some guy? More like a kid… big blue eyes, tan… hairless everywhere… not fat but not toned… but there it is… my MASSIVE meat flopping around between my legs… uncut and moist. I can’t help myself as I grab it and pull the foreskin back, admiring it, playing with it.. before long I’m rock hard and staring at myself in the mirror, it’s a far change… I have to be closer to 6 ft now… way taller then 5’3… I smirk, admiring my body, its flawless… I stare, not realizing I started to jerk off, pounding away sensually at my new uncut dick.. it feels amazing… so much better then before, more wet inside…

“Oh fuck yeah mate this feels amazing!”

There’s a chill that runs down my spine as soon as I hear my voice… it sounds foreign.. Australian maybe? I groan, too lost in pleasure my body takes over, almost on auto pilot it knows what to do and before long I spray my seed all over the mirror… I stand there dazed, the orgasm affects my mind almost instantly.. cumming is good … so good for me… I… I have to do it multiple times a day… wait what?

I shake my head and find the bathroom, going in and splashing water on myself…

“Cmon keep it together Connor” wait Connor? No my names Connor not Connor!!!

Oh fuck what’s happening… I need to call that bitch!

It doesn’t take much searching to find Connor’s phone, I call her and she answers laughing

“I told you I’d make you a new man! You wanted a foreskin so bad… well I gave you the thickest, wettest one I could… on the literal horniest boy on the planet… Connor is an onlyfans and gay porn star… he needs to drain that cock multiple times a day… that cocks your new brain Connor… you’ll think with it all day, everyday.

C: what?! No this ain’t right gimme my body back!! Please

W: no can do… your stuck… besides… who else is gonna start my foreskin regrowing project around the world huh? You love foreskin so much I made it so now you can dock your floppy foreskin on someone else’s cock and give them a foreskin… whether they want it or not… you won’t be able to resist that desire to infect people with new foreskins.. or the desire for sex. Cheers little man.

The bitch hangs up on me, I drop the phone.. her words echo in my head… i can’t be that horny right? This kid can’t be that… shit I need to cum again… my dicks throbbing… I start stroking in the bathroom, I quickly get in the shower, turning it on I let the warm water cascade on me.. I gulp, unable to stop myself I stroke my meat… I notice a dildo in the shower with lube, I try to resist it but I can’t… I’m a top god damn it I ain’t shoving that up my ass… but while I think that my body does it on its own, plunging the dildo deep in me and I start to fuck myself with it while jerking off, before long I spray my seed everywhere, gasping for air.. my brains all fogged up, I can only think about sex, cumming, jerking.. looking good for the camera.. for fucks sake, someone’s gotta help me. I pull the dildo out, moaning..

I quickly shower and head to the bedroom. Putting on some freaky skimpy underwear… my dicks still hard, I lay on the bed, looking through Connor’s phone I find his only fans, scrolling through I get turned on.. again… by myself none the less! I sigh and try to control it, I just can’t shake it… my body goes into auto pilot again, laying back and taking some skimpy underwear pics, putting them online, I’m unable to stop myself… like a prisoner watching. Once the photos are up I can control my body again… I get up quickly and get dressed.. gotta go find someone to help me… to fuck me.. no damnit.. this is crazy !! I can’t think with anything but my dick! Gotta go spread foreskin… gotta turn men… sighing I feel defeated, here I was stuck as some young 20 year old dumb hung Aussie twink…

I open the door to Connor’s apartment, seeing a guy standing there that was about to knock..

He grabs me, kissing me

“Hey sexy… let’s go drain those balls so you can think enough for us to go shopping” the guys smirks, kicking the door shut. I stand there unable to think… just hard…

[cannibalchow]

False trust

When my stepbrother caught me sniffing his sweaty gym shoes, I thought I was done for. I figured he'd tell everyone and I'd never live it down. But instead of ratting me out, he came up with a wild idea.

"You're into feet, right? Like, you really dig the smell?" he asked. "Uh, yeah, pretty much," I admitted. "How about you become my shoes?" I was floored. I knew about those transformation guns from stories, but I never knew how to get one or use it. "You have a tf gun?" I asked, shocked. "Yep, and I'm in a hurry, got to hit the gym. So, what do you say?"

Before I could really think it through, he grabbed the gun, a gadget with a bunch of buttons and a small screen, and started pressing away. "It's tougher to change you completely, so let's just merge you with something. Go grab my gym shoes from my room," he instructed.

I knew exactly which ones—his white Nike Air VaporMax that he wore all the time for sports. If he wasn't wearing them, they were stashed in his gym bag in a plastic bag, marinating in sweat. After he busted me sniffing them, this was kind of a full-circle moment. Excited and a bit nervous, I fetched them.

"Okay, listen up," he said as I brought them over. "I'm going to fuse you with these shoes. You'll get to enjoy all the smells up close until I turn you back tomorrow. Cool?" I nodded, still in shock. He pointed the shoes at me and zapped me with the gun. In an instant, my body melded into the sneakers.

Immediately, the stench was overwhelming, way worse than any sniff I'd taken before. That's when he dropped another bomb. "Oops, looks like I cranked up your senses. And uh, I might've goofed the timer—set it for a year instead of a day. Hope you didn't have plans," he joked, not sounding sorry at all.

He picked me up, examining his handiwork. "Your face is now the insoles, limbs are the laces, and your torso's the rest of the shoe." As he twisted a shoe, it felt like I was being wrung out. "You'll survive, I guess. It's gonna be a hot summer, and you're gonna be my go-to pair," he smirked, tossing me to the floor. The impact sent a sharp pain through me. "Oh, and I fused your, balls with the bubbles on the bottom of my soles, so every step gives me an energy boost for my workouts. Tough break, but hey, you're part of the shoe now!"

With that, he slipped me on, and every step was agony. He toyed with me for a few minutes (see the link above), shifting his weight, then grabbed his gym bag. "Don't expect much chat until I switch you back. But, you're pretty comfy, might keep you this way," he laughed, heading out to the gym.

[cannibalchow]

Singing a New Tune

Written for Occam's 2000 Follower Writing Challenge

“Babe, I love you.”

Jared smiled down at Julie, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He had to imagine his girlfriend dreamed of this moment. A romantic kiss at a Tiffany Stabina concert as the star finished out her set with one of Julie’s favorite songs. A slow romantic song- one that Jared knew all too well from frequent replays in the car.  

“Anything for you babe.” He replied, holding her closely in his muscular arms, “I love you too.”

This certainly wasn’t his kind of music. And he didn’t understand the cult-like devotion to Tiffany. But seeing Julie this happy? Worth it. Still, he imagined the other straight dudes here were thinking similarly. In fact, he and the guy next to him shared several looks throughout the night. A silent comradery acknowledging they’d rather be elsewhere. And if they had been elsewhere, Jared would’ve asked the guy for his arm day routine.

“Alright babe, we ought to head out before...”

“To all my fans, I love you!” Tiffany called out, their cheers drowning Jared’s words, “You’ve all been with me from the beginning, and I am so grateful.” She placed a hand over her heart, “But you all know I’ve been criticized.” The fans all booed, “And they’ve come after you too.”

“A bit dramatic.” Jared chuckled, earning a glare from Julie.

“You wouldn’t get it.” She replied, “They go after he for everything.” The jock nodded, not wanting to risk ruining their perfect night, “But when she sings, it’s like she’s speaking directly to you. People just don’t get it.” Jared nodded. There were some things just not worth it.

“I wasn’t going to do this, but I have a new song for you all this evening!” The crowd erupted in screams and applause. Jared groaned, “They say I’m pandering? Then I’ll pander.” She continued, and the crowd got louder.

Jared knew there would be no way of getting Julie to leave now. And he silently dreaded the hours they’d be stuck in traffic. But as the song started and Tiffany’s words echoed through the stadium, his thoughts slowed.

“They say I only cater to a few.”

Jared felt lightheaded, the sound of the crowd growing distant.

“The gays and the girls, oh boo hoo.”

“Julie?” He whispered, but she didn’t respond, “Julie, please...” He felt sick. The world was spinning, everything becoming black, “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” He whispered. He couldn’t move. Was he dying? Was this it?

“But I won’t back down, I won’t apologize.” Jared looked up and saw her. Tiffany Stabina. Standing in front of him, “For making them feel alive.” She strutted towards the helpless jock.

“What...? How is this...?”

“I see you dancing in the dark, feeling completely torn apart.” She sang.

Jared yelped as he felt a cool breeze caress him. And to his horror, he realized he was nude. Butt naked in front of Tiffany Stabina no less. She grinned and approached him, circling his nude figure and wrapping her arms around him.

“Embrace your uniqueness, don’t hide.”

Jared gasped as she placed pressure on his shoulders. He felt the floor getting closer as he lost inch after inch of height. He now stood at eye level with the 5’6” popstar.

“Wait? What did you do to me?” He yelped.

“Now let my music take you for a ride.”

She ran a hand along his muscular arms. Her very touch sent a wave of pleasure straight to his dick, and he blushed as all 10 inches stood at attention. Tiffany smirked, but continued rubbing his biceps and triceps. Her sensual touch was intoxicated, and Jared watched helplessly as his proud muscles started to diminish. His biceps atrophied, followed quickly by his triceps. His slender arms giving off the appearance they hadn’t seen a gym in years. He tried to cry out, but Tiffany placed a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him. He could only watch as her hands roamed his impressive pecs. He had always been proud of his pecs, and he loved when Julie rested her head on his chest. But now, he could only watch as they flattened away.

“Wait...” He was able to force out. But Tiffany was relentless, and her hands roamed down his abs.

He shed a few tears as his abs vanished, leaving him with a flat, slender tummy. There was no way this could be happening. It had to be some type of acid trip or something. Jared kept trying to reassure himself, even as she moved to his legs and quickly destroyed his muscular thighs and calves, leaving his legs slender and dainty. His feet followed, and quickly diminished from size 13s to 9.5s in mere seconds.

“My music is my contagion, unapologetic. Now we’re gonna collide.” Tiffany continued, this time wrapping her hands around his cock, “My fans are my tribe, I won’t divide.”

Jared felt like the wind was knocked out of him from both the pain and pleasure from her touch. And he watched as she shrunk his proud member. The young jock always knew he was well endowed. And he knew how to use it too. But as he watched his dick shrink from its proud ten inches to a mere 3 inches hard, he felt his confidence diminish.

“We’ll rise together, side by side.”

Her hands made their way to his flat ass. He tried to crane his neck to see what she was about to do. But he didn’t need to see. He could immediately feel his ass expand in her hands, filling them with firm, yet jiggly fat and muscle. He let out a moan as she caressed his basketball-sized ass cheeks, and he nearly came when she gave one a firm slap.

“Pl-please stop...” He begged as she placed a hand over his neck, “You can't do thith...” His voice cracked and he winced, “What’th happening to my voithe? Why do I thound like thith?” He begged, his voice cracking, “No, thith doethn't thound right.” His voice settled a few octaves higher, his masculine tone now lost forever.

“So bring on the hate, let the critics rage. We’ll keep on dancing, it’s time to turn the page.”

As she continued to caress his now slender body, and grind against him, he felt off. His dick  softened, as her physicality became less appealing to him. Her bouncing boobs and thick lips didn’t seem to do it for him. Even her touch was losing its pleasure. And he realized in terror what was occurring.

“No, not thith!” He begged, “Come on, come, think of thomething.” He remembered the BJ Julie gave him last night, and even the lesbian porn he watched a few days ago. But his measly member stayed soft, “No... pleathe...”

He felt Tiffany’s hand on his head. His pleading eyes met hers, and he knew he’d find no mercy. His hair restyled itself, and he felt a piercing pain in his left earlobe, which suddenly adourned a diamond stud. But her touch was doing far more than making a few style alterations. In his mind, his memories were shifting. Showering after football practice? Changing in the locker room after a lifting session with his bros? Watching football with his family?

“Oh god...” He moaned, as his small dick hardened and his ass throbbed with need.

He didn’t play football. He got fucked by the quarterback in the shower after a game. He wasn’t lifting at the gym. He was doing cardio and sucking off the gym bros between their sets. He didn’t watch sports like football. He just sat and scrolled on his phone, reading up on the latest Tiffany Stabina gossip and scrolling his socials. And as his new reality cemented itself, Jared’s eyes lost their intelligent spark and became half-lidded, his brain filling with celebrity gossip and how to please guys.

“This contagion’s here to stay, and we’ll celebrate it every day.”

She kissed him on the cheek. And with that, Jared was back. The cheers of the crowd filling his ears, as Tiffany thanked her fans and left the stage. Jared smiled.

“Oh my god! That wath tho amathing!” He cheered, “Tiffany! I love you!” He yelled, “It wath like Tiffany thpoke to me.”

“You felt that way too?” Jared turned and came face to face with a man of similar build. Albeit with slightly bigger arms, “Tiffany, like, totally thpeakth for uth.” He grinned as Jared felt up his arms.

“Wait!” A voice called out behind him, “Did you see the guy I came here with?” Julie asked, looking around desperately, “I swear, he was right here. I...”

“Thorry thithter, I hope you find him!” Jared replied, turning his attention back to the guy.

“Tho weird, thome poor girl athked me about her boyfriend too.” The man replied, “Probably got drunk and left to watch football.”

“OMG tho lame.” Jared laughed. The two smiled at one another, “Tho, like...”

“Wanna go back to my place? I have her latetht album.” The man winked, and Jared shuddered as his ass throbbed with need.

“That thounds delightful.” Jared replied, pulling the man in closer, his smile widening as the man squeezed his ass, “Oh! But like firtht I totally need a thelfie! I want everyone to know I thupport Tiffany and Tiffany thupports me!” He cheered, capturing their kiss on camera and posting it to his socials.

Later that night, Jared and his lover explored one another’s new bodies. Jared gasping at the size of his lover’s cock, moaning as he felt a firm hand squeeze his ass. His moans would continue to fill the room that night. With each thrust of his new lover’s dick, Jared was in heaven. Unaware of his former life or the horror it would bring his former self to see him like this. Just another horny slut- another gay twink dedicated to Tiffany Stabina.

[cannibalchow]

Better a Bro than a Hoe

Sarah looked in absolute horror down at her hands, watching as her slender fingers bloated into long, fat sausages. Pricks of dark hair curled across the larger knuckles, and she continued to grimace in disgust as her forearms gained more muscle. Veins began to flare up across the surface of her skin. In a matter of minutes, her womanly hands had been entirely replaced, with two meaty paws that were large enough to wrap around her entire head. She was aghast, frightened by the size and bulk of them, but that was nothing compared to what was to come. “Fuck,” she cried as her voice cracked an octave lower, “this isn’t what I meant!” She was just so tired of her boyfriend acting like spending time with her was a chore. All she wanted  was for him to value and crave her company, so she wished he would want to be around her.

Now, she really regretted speaking those words.

Some cosmic entity was quick to reform Sarah into the person she needed to be in order to have her wish come true. And it seemed that person was someone distinctly male, as that swell of muscle continued to creep up her arms, making her biceps balloon out as her torso ached, shoulder bones popping outwards as she became barrel chested. Her once supple breasts instantly got swallowed up by her enlarging chest, now a pair of thick, firm pecs. Her smaller nipples were now poking through her shirt as the fabric glimmered and changed into a muscle tee. Her blouse became a loose flannel jacket.

She cried, a low and bovine sound, the effects causing her to continue inflating and stretching. She now had a huge pair of muscled arms and a jacked torso, along with cobblestone abs that were dusted with a wiry, black treasure trail.

He began to moan as his hip bones ached and popped out of place, his stature widening, leg bones creaking as Sarah began to grow taller and taller. His legs were now thick, muscled tree trunks, coated with a healthy helping of pitch black hair. He was wearing sweatpants now, and the newly materialized athletic sneakers around his feet felt loose for all of two seconds before he moaned and felt his bones snapping, swelling, two massive feet now filling his size 14 shoes to the max.

He continued to moan, his jaw aching as his facial features began to rearrange. His long blonde hair pulled back up into his scalp and turned black as stubble burst through his chiseled jaw. His nose swelled, eyebrows becoming thick and brooding, all while he felt his insides gurgle and shift. His ovaries plopped out into a forming sac, swelling into tennis ball sized sperm factories. His former pussy sealed shut as his clit shot forward, swelling and inflating and changing form into a fat, pre covered cock head, rubbing against his sweaty boxers and making him grunt in pleasure.

His shaft was now long and thick as a beer can, veins traveling up and down the engorged surface, a nine inch monster so desperate and ready to be plunged into slick pussy. Sarah’s face twisted in horror and confusion, one final time, but at this point when he glanced in the mirror there was no sign at all he had ever been another person. He was Sal, after all, and he had always been desperate to fuck any fine piece of bimbo ass he could get his huge hands on, and he had always been the absolute stud smirking back at him in the reflection. He began to flex and bounce his pecs cockily, the last traces of Sarah dribbling out of his hard cock and into his boxers, where they would inevitably leave behind a stain.

The restroom door opened, and in poked the head of Sarah’s former boyfriend, now Sal’s best bro who he was always hanging out with when he wasn’t face first between some chick’s legs. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing in the girls’ restroom?” Sal just laughed and looked around, patting his thick package with a perverted smirk.

“Ya know me, man. My breeder cock is always on the hunt. I smelled pussy in here.”

The two best buds shared a laugh and strolled out into a new, bright future.

[cannibalchow]

BuildTech

Emily, a determined and hardworking college student, found herself in a constant struggle to make ends meet. With mounting bills and the pressure of rent looming over her, she embarked on a relentless job search to secure a source of income.

One day, as she scrolled through countless job listings online, a particular advertisement caught her attention. It read, "Exciting Opportunity at BuildTech: Join our Dynamic Team!" Intrigued by the promise of excitement, Emily clicked on the ad to learn more.

The BuildTech website showcased a vibrant and innovative company, known for its groundbreaking projects and commitment to excellence. As Emily delved deeper into the company's mission and values, she couldn't help but feel drawn towards the company and this empty position. Emily decided to take a chance and submit her application. She carefully crafted her cover letter and updated her resume to highlight her skills like her leadership or strong mind and determination. With a glimmer of hope, she pressed the "Submit" button, eagerly anticipating a response.

Days turned into weeks, and Emily's anticipation grew with each passing moment. Doubts and worries began to creep into her mind, questioning whether she was qualified or if she would ever find a job that could alleviate her financial burdens.

Just as she was starting to lose hope, an email notification appeared in her inbox. Her heart raced as she clicked on the message, revealing an invitation for an interview at BuildTech. The excitement and relief she felt were palpable.

Emily meticulously prepared for the interview, researching the company's projects and familiarizing herself with the construction industry. Dressed in her best professional attire, she arrived at the impressive office building that housed BuildTech, her determination unwavering.

As she stepped into the sleek and modern reception area, the ambiance exuded an air of professionalism and ambition. The receptionist, Sarah, greeted her warmly and directed her to the interview room. Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and nervous energy as she entered the room.

Sitting across from Mike, the manager of BuildTech, Emily was immediately struck by his friendly demeanor and genuine interest in her. The interview commenced, with Mike delving into her background, skills, and aspirations. He sought to understand her motivations and determine if she would be a good fit for the company's dynamic team.

Throughout the interview, Emily's passion and dedication shone through. She expressed her desire to contribute to meaningful projects and make a difference in the world. Mike, impressed by her enthusiasm and genuine nature, saw great potential in her.

As the interview came to a close, Mike leaned forward with a smile on his face. He extended his hand and offered Emily the position at BuildTech, citing her determination and alignment with the company's values. Emily's heart swelled with gratitude and excitement. Finally, a breakthrough had come her way.

If she only knew that the company just hired men…

Ecstatic about her new job at BuildTech, Emily eagerly awaited her first day of work.

The day arrived, and Emily arrived at the BuildTech headquarters with a mix of nerves and anticipation. She was greeted by Sarah, the friendly receptionist she had met during her interview. Sarah handed her a set of documents to fill out and explained the basics of the company's policies and procedures. Emily, so caught up in small talk, didn't even realize she signed the documents confirming her work profile to be updated as male and her work position being a construction worker not a second assistant.

After completing the paperwork, Sarah led Emily down a long corridor towards the employee facilities. As they walked, Emily couldn't help but notice that everyone she passed in the corridor was male. It seemed odd to her, but she brushed it off, assuming it was just a coincidence. 

Sarah stopped in front of a door labeled "Employee Dressing Room." She explained that Emily would find her uniform inside and instructed her to change into it before joining the rest of the team on the construction site. Emily thought to herself “wait wasn't my position second assistant, why do i need a construction uniform.” but she brushed it off again as a small misunderstanding. Emily stepped inside the dressing room. 

To her surprise, the dressing room was unlike any she had ever seen. It was a sleek, futuristic space with walls adorned by mirrors and high-tech displays. Emily's reflection stared back at her, a mix of excitement and curiosity in her eyes.

In the center of the room, there was a platform illuminated by soft, glowing lights. A voice echoed from the speakers, its tone soothing yet authoritative. "Welcome, Emily, to BuildTech's Gender-Conforming Dressing Room. Please step onto the platform for scanning and outfit customization."

Curiosity overcoming her, Emily complied and positioned herself on the platform. As she stood there, the room's lights brightened, casting a gentle glow around her. A series of scanning beams enveloped her body, analyzing her physical features and detecting any inconsistencies.

To her shock the bright lights turned red, the AI system detected that Emily's assigned gender did not match her work profile. The robotic arms in the room sprang into action, undressing her. Emily felt a mix of confusion and vulnerability as the arms swiftly removed her clothing.

The next moment, the robotic arms approached her and grabbed her so they could correct her. they began spraying Emily in a thin clear coating, each movement molding the spray to her body. Emily felt a tingling sensation, almost as if her very essence was being reshaped.

First up was her legs as the skin-like suit adheard to her bones and molded them her calves grew pushing her from her ordinary 5’6 to a a 5’7. Her legs continued to mold and gained muscle mass on top of muscle mass and next up was her feet, her feet grew so much that she looked out of proportion, she now sported real man's feet and it continued with her thighs giving her juicy big thighs matching her now changed legs and feet. Before the transformation moved forward it blessed her legs and feet with a generous amount of hair and also gave her bad boy feet a rank stench so powerful she needed to cover them up daily. The molding continued and moved upwards the changes barely touched her bouncy butt, the spray just molded her feminine curves into the strong masculine side making her butt fuller and firmer. 

The magic of the spray went on to continue and gave her torso a great gift. Her torso fat melted into string and hard abs and her female gender became male with the dick growing hard and big, to complete her downstairs or well his downstairs the changes gave him a full treasure line with hair his once female breasts flattened into some rock hard pecs adorned with yet again sweaty musky body hair. 

His arms ballooned giving his once small biceps muscles. The arms extended and filled with arm hair and veins giving a strong and yet inviting look. His hands grew from a delicate soft hand into hands that could hold any dick or tool easily, these new hands were calloused and dirty from hard work and experience. Next was the armpits which grew to match the muscles and became hairy and wet sporting the same foul smell.

His physical appearance transformed before his eyes. The contours of his face shifted, becoming more angular and masculine giving him a perfect jawline and the perfect nose. His voice deepened, resonating with a newfound confidence and authority but also masculinity and toughness. 

As the transformation progressed, Emily's mind underwent a parallel change. Memories of his past life as Emily faded into the background, replaced by a new sense of self. He no longer identified as Emily but embraced his new identity as Alex, a strong and capable construction worker.

The spray completed the transformation by stretching Alex from 5’7 to 5’11. The robotic arms dressed Alex in a pair of white socks or by the looks of it almost yellow, the socks had the same smell as Alex feet explaining the odor. Next the arms dressed him in sturdy work boots that were well worn and were made of sturdy leather. Alex got put in rugged pants adorned with stains and mud and some tools, Alex also got a durable work shirt with a vest. The robot arms placed a construction worker's hard hat atop his head, symbolizing his new role within the company and sealing his new identity, and with that the world only knew Alex.

Stepping out of the dressing room, Alex felt a surge of confidence coursing through his veins. The world around him seemed to shift, as if acknowledging his new identity. Colleagues who once knew Emily now saw him as Alex, a skilled and respected member of the construction team.

As he walked among his new coworkers, Alex couldn't help but notice the subtle nods of approval and respect. He had earned his place in this traditionally male-dominated industry and was now another worker in the crowd.