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Adam Jakubowski & Enrico Lavigne

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On his knees and ready to please, as it should be

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

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“Who would have guessed when I gave you my shoes that day in the pub that you’d turn out to be the perfect personal assistant, James? You’re a gem at work, take care of all the household chores, and are the proudest hungry bottom I’ve ever known. Maybe it’s time to make you my husband and make the arrangement—and the brainwashing—permanent. Do you like that idea?” "I do."

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Didn't take long to switch when I went home with 'my' buddy for some bro-time...

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I never told my family, but I'm still here.

You see, when I was still my parents' son, I wasn't what they imagined their only child to be like. I was weak, timid, and a total beta. My parents argued about how to properly raise me. My mother blamed my dad's drinking. My dad blamed my mother. Both thought I should be sent away to some camp to make men out of failures.

I was too ashamed to fight back, so I got shipped the next day.

The camp was awful. The food was bland. The activities grueling and humiliating. It was only the fact that the camp counselors were so good looking and manly that I stayed. I wanted to become just like them.

On the final day of camp, one camp counselor pulled me aside. He was always kind despite teasing me about being "girly." But he told me something that stuck with me.

"Treat others like you want to be treated."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but right after he revealed to me that the camp doesn't work. Every one who comes through the camp gets scammed and end up worse than before. The only reason he changed was because of a body transformation spell. Because I reminded him so much of his old self, he taught me the spell, so that I could get my parents' approval and make something of myself. He told me he returned to the camp to help, to actually help, people like us.

So you might've seen me at the beginning of this post. Me, in my underwear, and a muscled body. I immediately used the spell to change myself into the perfect son for my parents. I was a jock and cocky stud for my father. With my body completely muscled, I felt more confident and made more friends. My mom felt like she was doing something right, so she calmed down too. After a year, I forgot I was weak and a scaredy-cat. I was a big dick jock who drank milk in my underwear while my dad pounds my back with pride.

My old man even paid for the tattoo on my lower stomach, below my abs. Now that I graduated high school, we both shoot the shit about nailing women.

I'm still in touch with the camp counselor and we met a few times. He even got me a job at the camp. A few of our meetings turned hot and heavy. Sure, with my dad I can talk straight shit, but I like men better. And I don't mind being a total cock to others, if they give it back.

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Nerd and Jock Ep 294

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The faint smell of sweat permeates the air as I sit on the couch, sipping my protein shake. My sister's friend, Jake, struts into the room, wearing his usual tight shirt and skinny jeans. Despite him being gay, we'd always gotten along pretty well. I was the typical straight jock, captain of the football team, muscular and confident. And Jake, well, he was the epitome of the stereotypical gay best friend. He was small and slender, with a love for fashion and a quick wit. We'd often joke around, and he'd always been there for me, offering advice or just listening when things got tough.

— Głītćh —-

Jake enters the room, his presence commanding attention. His muscled frame fills the doorway, a stark contrast to his previous self. His shirt clings tightly to his broad chest, accentuating the defined muscles underneath. His shorts hang low on his hips, showcasing the tantalizing V-line that leads downwards. His once soft features are now chiseled and rugged, and a confident smirk plays on his lips. He exudes power and dominance, a far cry from the twink he used to be.

"Hey there, little buddy," he says, his voice dripping with authority. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a sensation I'd never experienced around him before. I quickly snap out of it, trying to shake off the odd feeling.

"—- Głītćh —-"

Memories flood my mind, memories of Jake and I in the locker room after practice. But these memories are different. I'm no longer the confident jock, instead, I'm on my knees in front of Jake, his cock buried deep in my mouth. I can taste the saltiness of his skin, feel the weight of his hardness against my tongue. His hands grip my head, guiding the rhythm of my movements. There's a sense of urgency in his actions, a raw desire that ignites something deep within me.

The sound of Jake's voice brings me back to the present. "What's with the dazed look, man?" he asks, a bemused expression on his face. I quickly avert my gaze, feeling my face turn hot with embarrassment. What the hell was going on with these disturbing memories?

"—- Głītćh —-"

The feeling of embarrassment is replaced by a rush of arousal. I yearn for the taste of Jake's cock, the way it fills my mouth and stretches my limits. The thought is jarring, confusing... and undeniably arousing. I feel a familiar bulge form in my shorts, and I desperately try to hide it from Jake's view. He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and suggestive. "You're thinking about what you used to be, and what you are now."

I can only nod, the truth of his words hitting me hard. I used to be the star quarterback, the big man on campus. But now, I'm nothing more than Jake's obedient cock-hungry toy. The transformation is stark, the contrast between my old and new self impossible to ignore. And the worst part is, I revel in it. I revel in the humiliation, the degradation... the sheer pleasure of being owned by Jake.

I'm brought back to reality by the sound of Jake unbuckling his belt. He smirks at me, the promise of what's to come evident in his dark eyes. "Get to work, slut," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. I quickly obey, dropping to my knees in front of him. His cock springs free, thick and pulsing with need. I dive in eagerly, lost in the world of pleasure that Jake provides.

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Bro'd Trip

I'm trying something new, so here's a longer story with a more physical, sensual (18+) transformation at the end. Hope you enjoy!

“we r here! cant wait 2 c u j-man!!!”

Josh blinked. Why did he say yes to this? 

He hadn’t heard from Matt and Kyle since high school. They were friends, but Josh felt - knew - he was the odd one out.

Matt and Kyle were tall, strong, and athletic. They played football; Josh spent his time in the library. They lived for homecoming and prom; he set his sights on becoming the valedictorian. 

Still, Josh was happy to do Kyle's homework for a few bucks, and he’d gotten more rides from Matt than he could count.

That felt forever ago. The last four years were a whirlwind of lectures and exams. Josh had finally just received his diploma. Did Matt and Kyle even go to college? Not without an athletic scholarship... 

It was Matt who reached out:

“yo! congrats on graduating. havent talked in forever, lol. u wanna meet up, do a road trip? can bring kyle. make it a boys thing :)”

“Hey! It’s really good to hear from you, Matt. And thank you! I think that could be fun. How about two weekends from now? Do you have any ideas about where to go?”

“yeah! dont worry, ill figure it out. you dont gotta think about it. our gift to u, lol!!!”

Oh no. Josh didn’t leave his plans to anyone else, especially Matt and Kyle. He didn’t believe in being carefree: He was careful. If it were up to Josh, there’d be a detailed itinerary, alternative routes and destinations, a color-coded spreadsheet to organize everything...

“Okay. I’ll try not to worry, haha.”

And now, Matt and Kyle were in his driveway. 

“saved u the front seat! kyle says hes hungry, lol. better get out here quick.”

With a nervous sigh, Josh grabbed his bag and headed outside. 

“There he is! The man, the myth, the legend!” called Kyle, his head halfway out the window.

Josh tried not to roll his eyes as he pulled open the car door. A blast of sweltering, stale air hit him as he slid into the passenger seat. 

“Forgot to mention, but, uh, AC’s broke. Guy wanted way too much money to fix it. Hope you don’t mind too much?” Matt said.

“I…it’s whatever. But it’s good to see you guys! Thanks for putting this together.”

“Yeah, man!” Matt pulled Josh in for a shoulder hug. He seemed different. His jaw was sharper, his lips thicker, his grip firmer. 

Kyle stuck his head around from the backseat. “Dude, when Matt told me you said yeah, I was freakin’ pumped! We missed you, J-Man!"

“I know, I'm terrible at keeping in touch. What’s new with you guys?"

“Not much. We both kinda stuck around after school,” Matt said. “Thought about doing some sorta personal training thing together.”

“Yeah, didn’t work out,” Kyle said. “Anyway…you ready to have some fun this weekend!”

“Oh, yeah. So, where are we going?”

“Bro, I told you not to worry. You trust me, right? Just relax.”

Josh nodded. He was already overheating. The whole car smelled…salty, like sweat. But something else. What was that? 

“You good, man?” Kyle asked. 

“Yeah…I think so. It's just hot.”

“Look," said Matt, "Forget the AC. We wanna make sure you have a good time, dude. You been studyin’ and goin’ to class and all that. And now, you deserve to chill out a little. Just be with your bros.”

Josh felt a weight on his shoulders. He gasped as Kyle's hands moved down across his chest and brushed against his nipples. He kept going, massaging the muscle around and around.

He was too distracted to notice that Matt’s fingers had worked their way up his thigh, eagerly waiting by his waistband.

“You want this?”

"Yes."

In an instant, Matt reached in, his thick hand grabbing Josh’s cock. He grabbed the head, working it slowly and steadily, pressure building and releasing.

Josh moaned, his mind foggy with heat and pleasure. Kyle murmured in his ear. “You’re gonna be just like us, bro. Say it.”

“I…ungh…just wanna be…a…bro. Like you.”

Matt pulled on him hard. Josh threw his head back, hips bucking against the seat.

He wasn’t just hard. He was getting longer, getting thicker, getting bigger. His balls swelled, churning with newfound testosterone.

Josh grunted. “Fuck, it’s so…I'm so...”

“Hang on! Gotta get you geared up.” Kyle grabbed his hat and shoved it onto Josh’s head, sweat soaking into his hair. He wrapped a chain around Josh’s neck, the cold metal dangling against his thick chest.

Kyle gave his new bro’s shoulders a squeeze. “Now.”

Josh threw himself backward, a thick and heavy load pouring out of him. He couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think. Just…release.

“That’s it.” Matt said, hand still pumping. “Get it all out. You’re made for this, bro. Goddamn, you're huge, haha!”

“Yeah…I am.” A dumb, contented smile came over Josh’s face.

It was gonna be a good trip.

—

“thx 4 the invite bros. had fun! do it again soon? - j-man”

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Matthew Noszka

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There's this straight guy at my job that has just the juiciest ass. it's a shame he's straight if only he was a bit more open minded he could put his assets to good use

"Dude! I can't believe they closed the gym next to my place." You overheard Alec saying one day, "Where am I supposed to go now?"

Alec... god why did he have to be straight? Good personality, killer smile, and an ass that was truly wasted on a straight man. If you had an ass like that... or if any of your hook-ups did... You couldn't help but let your fantasies run wild. Shame about his gym though... but than an idea popped into your head.

"Aw man, that sucks about your gym closing," you said, and before you could second guess yourself, you blurted out, "Hey, I actually have a great gym recommendation if you're looking for a new place!"

Alec raised an eyebrow curiously, "Oh yeah? What's the place called?"

"It's called Flex Fitness, downtown near the park. Really nice facilities, good crowd... and it's super LGBTQ+ friendly too." you added casually, gauging his reaction.

Alec's eyebrows shot up and he hesitated, looking slightly uncomfortable. 

"LGBTQ+ friendly? As in..."

"I mean, yeah, it's popular with the gay community." you confirmed with a shrug, "But seriously, it's an awesome gym regardless."

Alec looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged, "I mean, I guess I'm open-minded enough to try it out. Can't hurt, right? As long as the equipment is good." He flashed you a grin, "Thanks for the tip, bro. I might check it out this weekend."

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you'd get to catch a glimpse of him working out. The thought made you smile- guess admiring from a far would have to do.

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The following Monday, as you walked into the office, you did a double take when you saw Alec. He wore a fitted short-sleeve polo shirt that clung to his muscular torso, showcasing his toned forearms and biceps. His pants were also much tighter, highlighting the curve of his ass and the thickness of his thighs.

"Morning!" Alec greeted you cheerfully, turning to face you fully. The movement made his pecs strain against the fabric of his shirt, "How was your weekend?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your gaze from roaming over his newly accentuated physique.

"Uh, hey man. Weekend was good. Yours?"

"It was pretty great actually," Alec said, leaning back against his desk, "Started going to that gym you recommended - Flex Fitness? Holy shit, it's amazing. Top notch equipment and the atmosphere is dope." He flexed almost imperceptibly, making his biceps pop, "I've been hitting it hard and I think it's already paying off. What do you think?" Alec asked with a playful wink.

You felt your face flush as you struggled to maintain eye contact with Alec, your gaze continually being drawn to the way his clothes hugged every sculpted inch of him. 

"Y-yeah, you're looking great man. Love the haircut" you managed to stammer out, "The gym must be really good for you."

Alec grinned, pleased by your reaction, "Just the haircut?" He smirked and punched your arm playfully, "Between you and me, I think the 'gay-friendly' vibe is pretty cool too. Makes me feel... appreciated, you know?" You nod lamely, "Anyway, got to get back to these reports. I have a date with Amy later and need to get out of here on time."

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Later that night, while browsing social media aimlessly, your thumb scrolled past the familiar blue logo of Flex Fitness and immediately stopped dead in its tracks. Staring back at you from the screen was none other than your coworker Alec, fresh from a workout session judging by the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. 

"Welcome to our newest member @aleclikes_lifting and thanks for this AMAZING post-workout selfie!" read the caption beneath the photo, "Check out that body - look at THAT ASS, amirite guys? 🍑 We're so lucky to have this hunk join our family at #FlexFitness. Give it up for the BEAST!"

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw the notification pop up - Alec had commented on the post! With shaking fingers, you clicked to read:

"A huge THANK YOU to everyone at @flex_fitness for making this straight boy feel SO welcome and accepted! 🏳️‍🌈💖 Never thought I’d love working out this much! Hope you like my post-leg day selfie."

His comment was flooded with likes and supportive replies from the gym’s followers, many expressing how happy they were to have him there, some expressing they were hoping to see more of him soon…

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It was a day later when Alec approached you at your desk. His clothes seemed tighter. His perfect ass straining against his dress pants.

"Hey there stud!" Alec greeted you brightly as he approached your desk. You couldn't help but notice his eyes seemed off... glazed over... no gears turning behind them. "Gotta say, sending me to that Flex Fitness was the best thing you ever did for me!" You blinked in shock, noticing how Alec swayed his hips subtly as he leaned against your desk, "Girl, I have NEVER been treated like royalty before. The whole vibe is ELECTRIC!" Alec gestured expressively, seemingly high on his newfound fitness fame, "They took me in, loved on me, praised me… I feel like a whole new man!" His tongue clicked disapprovingly, "Too bad none of these uptight prudes here appreciate perfection when they see it!"

"Alec are you...?" Suddenly, as if realizing how he sounded, Alec's eyes widened and you noticed his eyes shift... no longer glazed over.

"Whoa... that was... I don't know what came over me, man." He ran a hand through his hair, looking flustered and confused, "I gotta... I gotta go. Something's not right, I feel all..." Alec shook his head vigorously, as if trying to clear it. Without finishing his sentence, he turned on his heel and hurried away, leaving you stunned and perplexed.

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Late that evening, as you mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, another post from Alec caught your eye. The image was a close-up shot of his bare ass, perfectly rounded globes on full display. He wore a tiny pair of pink briefs that left little to the imagination, the thin fabric disappearing between his cheeks.

"Shoutout to @flex_fitness for helping me embrace my true self! Alec wrote in the caption. Something big is coming soon… stay tuned! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈"

As you read further, your eyes widened in shock. Alec had tagged Bare Essentials, a popular local gay strip club, in his post! Scrolling through the hundreds of thirsty comments, one stood out:

"Damn girl, you finally come out and play on our side? 😜 Are you, like, actually gay now or what?"

Alec replied instantly: "Duh sis, OBVIOUSLY! Couldn't hide this fabulously gay ass any longer. 🍑 Time to let my freak flag fly at Bare Essentials later! Who wants to be my first dance partner? ☺️🎉"

Your eyes widen. Was this real? What the fuck happened? You quickly text Alec asking him what the happened. Awkwardly congratulating him on coming out. Within seconds, he replies.

"Thank you for everything. I owe you big time for introducing me to Flex Fitness. Turns out, it helped me discover my TRUE self! 🌈 I'm officially out and proud now. Quit that boring job and ended things with Amy. She didn't deserve the real me anyway. I want YOU to meet me at Bare Essentials tomorrow night, 10pm. Let's celebrate together, cutie!"

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Something was wrong... there was no way... yet you couldn't help but pull up Alec's latest thirst trap. Taking in the sight of his impressive ass. Fuck...

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The next evening, you nervously entered Bare Essentials, your heart pounding as you navigated the dimly lit hallway to the locker room. You pushed open the door and spotted Alec immediately, hunched over in front of a locker.

"Alec? Is that really you?" you sputtered, hardly recognizing your formerly strait-laced coworker. The piercing... the tattoo above his ass... the slight stubble...

Alec spun around, a brilliant smile spreading across his face, "I'm so glad you came!" He enveloped you in a tight hug, his bare chest pressing against you, "I know, I know, it's a lot to take in. But I feel so free, so alive!"

He turned slowly, letting you drink in the changes. The new piercings glinted in his ears and a tattoo adorned the smooth skin above his pert ass.

"I got these yesterday, to celebrate my new life. My authentic self." Yet you noticed his eyes were glazed over again... this time more evidently... not a single gear turning in that brain of his...

Alec shimmied into a glittery G-string, the scrap of material barely covering his manhood.

"So, whaddya think of the new me? Ready to watch me slay on stage?" He winked salaciously, striking a pose.

"Alec, I..." You do your best to keep eyes from glancing down at that incredible ass, "Something isn't..." But the words die in your throat as he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"After the show, I'll find you. My place is close by." His voice dripping with lust, "Now, what were you gonna say?"

You gulp, your dick straining in your shorts, "No-nothing... I..." His lips collide with yours and you stifle a moan as you lean into the kiss.

"See you later..." He breaks the kiss and winks.

You can only watch as he saunters away to the stage. His ass jiggling with every step. Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. But later that night, as he threw you into bed, you weren't going to ruin the moment.

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