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[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Letting him eat you out even though you really have to piss, feeling his tongue flick across your urethra, each one making it quiver.

It slowly gets harder and harder to stay in control, starting to dribble every now and then. Now you're begging him to let you go, saying that you don't want to make a mess despite feeling that tension building deep in your core, your thighs shaking. You start to get up, but he just pins your legs back, doubling down on his efforts like it's the last thing he'll ever do, and all you can do is squirm and whine helplessly.

Soon enough, another spurt escapes, and he keeps going, looking up at you with pure lust as he deliberately flicks his tongue just the right way to draw another out. You beg and protest one last time as you think you're about to lose it, but instead, a powerful orgasm rips through your whole body.

As soon as the waves subside, the urge intensifies tenfold, and you can no longer hold back. All that can be heard are your whines and moans, and the hiss of your stream splashing on the bed and his face, completely soaking the sheets.

Looks like there's gonna be a lot of laundry to do tonight...

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

The Night of Kinks

So recently my Mistress instructed me to write about a fantasy of mine that has yet to be fulfilled, so i thought i'd write out one of my biggest dream scenarios.

The day starts by going out into the city with my partners on a hot day, everyone wearing socks, and some might even wear a pair of nylons below the socks. We enjoy an amazing day together, walking through the city, going to a cafe, getting us some boba, sitting in the sun, and just embrace the company together.

After a few hours we're all quite exhausted and are about to head home, and as usual the bus home feels like 40 degrees as they never turn on the AC, and so we're sweating even more than we were before.

Finally we arrive at home, we all grab us something cool to drink, and take a quick breather, after which one of my partners commands me to lay down on to the bed, which i gladly oblige.

The moment i lay down, everyone starts taking the cuffs that are around the bed, and immediately tie me into place into an X shape. I immediately start fantasizing what happens next, until the first person sits down onto the bed next to me, and takes their shoes off, at which point i realize that nobody besides me took their shoes off when we entered the apartment.

So immediately after taking their shoes, and socks off they press their sweaty, stinky, still wet feet into my face and order me to inhale, which i immediately do. They smell absolutely glorious! A smell i just can't get enough off.

While they get comfortable resting their feet on my face, and start relaxing after this tiresome day, i'm completely absorbed in the smell of their feet, and barely realize how everyone else also started sitting down on the bed. Taking their shoes, and socks off. And suddenly… there were multiple soaked in sweat bare feet in my face, and all i could smell, all i could think of were these beautiful soft feet and their smell right in my face.

While barely aware of my surroundings, someone started taking off my chastity cage, and started taking my hen into their hands. I shall note that i haven't cum in months which is the usual, and i'm incredibly sensitive to even the slightest of touches, instantly a loud moan escapes my lips. Someone starts taking my balls into a super tight grip, massively stretching all the skin around it, meanwhile someone teases me with the lightest of touches just right around the frenulum.

They not just keep to this part though, swapping between teasing touches, stroking, licking, using a vibrator, and whatever else that comes to their mind to edge me, to make me even more desperate than i'm already are.

Even though i'm already barely aware of everything that's happening, 2 pair of feet suddenly start covering my mouth & nostrils, leaving me unable to breath. This hasn't been the first time we've done breath play, so i start tapping my hand against their legs to signal that i'm still conscious, and so they keep going. Forbidding me air. I'm almost at the brink of passing out when they finally allow me to breath again. I desperately gasp for all the air i can get, inhaling even more of their divine foot stink.

After having already lost count of how many times i got close, someone suddenly asked if i want to cum. And of course i want to scream yes, my hypnotic conditioning makes me even more horny, and desperate when i'm getting asked to. But my conditioning also causes that whenever i'm asked to cum, that the only thing i can respond with is begging to stay denied. And so, against every fiber in my being, i scream no.

This keeps going, and repeating for a really long time.

After who knows how long we take a break, we hydrate, and all take a moment to come down.

For the next few hours we fulfill some fantasies of my partners, things they always wanted try, and never had the chance to. We do everything from impact play, temperature play, bondage positions, pet play, anal, hypno, and a whole lot more.

Someone said that one of their fantasies is to be tied to someone else while the others play with the two, and my eyes rise open & light up, as this has been one of my oldest fantasies. Being tied to someone else, both unable to move, maybe the only thing they can do is kiss each other, or maybe both their heads are kept just out of reach so whatever to try, they can't fully reach the other persons mouth. Maybe both are tied back to back, and a double sided dildo is inserted into both of them, making the two feel immense pleasure on every tiny move they do. These and more ideas immediately shoot into my head, years of fantasizing about this specific scenario, and this night, they all became real.

After a lot more things have happened, it is my turn again to fulfill one of my deepest fantasies. Getting mercilessly tickled by multiple people all over my body. A laughing that's almost screaming, while writhing in my ties, trying to escape my tormentors though there's no escape for me. I have to endure the tickling everywhere at once, with just tiny breaks in between to make me think i can regenerate, just before they start all over again.

And so the night continues, taking turns with everyone's fantasies and desires.

Towards the end almost everyone already had an orgasm, or multiple, and was satisfied, well… except me. Having been close to the edge numerous times, pleasure the only thing left on my mind. I don't even expect to cum anymore. After all… i can only beg to stay denied even longer, so there's not really a chance for me, right?

As a final act my Princess says she wants to fuck me, dump all the cum she's left into my ass. So i am on my fours, butt towards my Princess as she starts pounding me. By now my ass is quite loose, and she enters easily. Lost in the pleasure i barely recognize as someone slides below me. One of my partners starts taking my hen into their mouth, giving me a blowjob while i'm getting pounded by my Princess. Suddenly someone else slides their cock in my mouth, pounding my mouth over and over. And if that wasn't enough, someone else starts pinching my nipples, and groping my breasts.

At this point i'm utterly overwhelmed with everything that's happening, and i barely realize how i'm once again getting closer, and so i warn my Princess. Once again she asked me if i want to cum, and once again, all i can do is begging to stay denied, but she doesn't stop pounding. She puts on a pitying voice, asking me if after everything i still don't want the blissful release, getting closer, and closer in the meantime. But yet again i can only ask for my denial, and after being allowed to just say this the cock starts pounding my mouth again. And my Princess keeps on ramming my p-spot, over and over again. Getting dangerously close i warn my Princess by tapping her that i'm really close, but instead of slowing down, she rams herself into my ass even deeper, and screams "Cum for me!".

I suddenly start to loudly moan & scream, and shoot my load into my partners mouth, while my mouth & ass gets filled with cum as well. The moment feels like minutes, as we're all feeling the pleasure of our orgasms.

Slowly we all come to our senses. Fall onto the bedsheets next to each other, exhausted, satisfied, happy. We cuddle up to one another, enjoying the bliss, enjoying the closeness.

While we're laying there we think about all the crazy things we did over the past few hours, all the kinky, some disgusting, and sometimes silly fantasies we tried throughout this night.

After a whole while of which nobody can really recall how long really, we get out of bed, take a shower, and grab one of Princess' amazing self made meals. Sitting down together, talking about the fun we had, laughing, and maybe even feeling a tiny bit ashamed, but in a good, laughable way.

And just we're about to head to bed, the sun already starts rising again, but we're going to sleep anyway… although… there isn't enough space for everyone in the bed, so 2 of us gotta sleep in the kennel overnight, and tightly cuddling each other.

So these have been my biggest unfulfilled fantasies ever.

In short Having multiple sweaty, smelly feet playing with my face, my body. Being edged & denied for hours on end. Being tied together with someone. Getting mercilessly tickled by multiple people. Being spitroasted.

But most importantly, i want to enable others to fulfill their fantasies. It's what makes me happy the most, i'm an enabler through and through, and want everyone to be able to experience the things they've only dreamed about.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

ASS SNIFFING

Come on, don’t be shy. Stick your little nose straight into my sweaty ass cheeks. Show me how badly you’ve wanted to feel my ass hairs tickling your face. Now sniff. Sniff so hard that you sound like a pathetic little pig.

Stick your tongue out and go as deep into my asshole as possible. My asshole is your boyfriend. Now give him a kiss. My puckered asshole is my new lips. That is the only way we will kiss from now on.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

"I told you to stop going into my room! I warned you that you'd regret it! It's not my fault you didn't take me seriously! So, really, I didn't steal half your height away from you. You gave it to me! You made a decision and now you get to live with the consequences. I'll be honest, I knew it would feel good when I caught you, but I didn't expect it would feel this good. I could feel it as soon as you turned the doorknob, the magic siphoning away your height and giving it to me! My whole body growing and expanding, stretching taller, my clothes getting tighter and tighter... Mmf! At the time, I thought it was lucky I didn't rip out of my clothes, but now I kinda wish I had. And look at you... All the way down there... A tiny little thing to everyone, but especially to me! I bet I'd only need one hand to pick you up! How's the view from down there? You like what your height has done to me? I swear, it made my boobs and my hips bigger, too. Have you learned your lesson? If you haven't, if you try to sneak back into my room to find some way to undo this, I don't think you'll like the outcome. But I know I certainly will, so, hey, go on and give it a shot. See what happens. I wonder how big you'll make me next time and how little you'll end up."

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

going through her tumblr likes and pinching her clit for every nasty post there is. “you actually get off on this shit?” in the meanest tone while my finger eases into her needy pussy

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

if i was a dog and u were my owner, would u let me press my snout into your crotch and whine pathetically for you to take them off...

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

My dream is to be clicker trained for someone. Trying to be a human and behave normally but as soon as I hear that click my mind goes loopy and I've lost whatever train of thought I was trying to follow. Click click. I don't even know what's going on but my body feels funny and all of a sudden I'm on my knees looking up at you. Click. Puppies don't think. They just feel good. They listen. Click. They don't know any better. Silly puppy thinking it could resist. Click.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Big fan of body writing. Something about being seen and labelled like an object..

"cum here" above your holes--helpfully labelled with "puppy parts" next to it, so everyone knows what kind of pathetic mutt you are.

Tally marks below that.

"slut". "cocksleeve". "toy". So people know what to refer to you as.

"use me" and "bite me" and the like. It's an open invitation--no need to even ask.

Hearts and stars where I've marked you.

And, right on your chest, "property of owner". Because everyone knows you're mine.

Better be careful puppy, because that's not washing off for a few days. Hope your shirt doesn't ride up too far, or your shorts aren't too short, lest everyone find out what a whore you really are underneath those clothes.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Heyyy puppy :) come here. Yeah, sit down. Oh good job, you got on your knees without me even telling you to. I have something special for you..! It's a collar with your name on it. Now I know you have a lot (because I love spoiling my puppy), but this one is really, really nice. Look.

..no, well. I know it's not what you were expecting. But I mean, your name is basically puppy now, isn't it? Puppy, mutt, pet. Same thing. I don't know the last time I used that...human name of yours. Do you even remember what it is?

Yeah, that's what I thought. So let me put it on. It locks so snugly around your neck, puppy. It's perfect for you. And--well, it didn't come with a key. Which means you get to be my puppy forever! Isn't that nice?

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Giving a blow job to a slobby bf who will rip ass so the fetid cloud hangs around your head while you suck him off + he puts his grimy hands in your hair while being pleasured

even better if he doesn't even notice he's doing it, he's just focussing on your mouth and the farts that rumble out of his ass are a result of his body relaxing into your ministrations 🤤 bonus if the spit from your mouth travels over his balls into his asscrack and makes the farts juicy wet 👀

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Imagine your partner coming home from work, school, the gym, or a night out with friends and they stand in front of you and tell you how long they’ve been holding in their farts and they’re desperate to let them go. So they turn around, sit down on your lap and proceed to drill these long, boorish farts straight into your lap like you’re nothing more than a couch cushion. They know how much you’re enjoying by the sound of you breathing heavily. You just can’t get enough of it. You want more and more as they continue to release these room clearing farts on top of your lap. You can’t help yourself. You place your hands on their hips and begin to grind yourself onto them. You’re so so aroused you don’t care how stupid and pathetic you look or sound.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

BLAME HER, NOT ME

PART 1: ASCENSION

It was Jim's curse to always be used by other people because he was too nice. He was one of life's push-overs.

As his once loving ex-girlfriend threw his bags out into the street and laughed nastily as his former best-friend pushed past him with an arrogant grin to walk inside... he was left cold and empty on the street.

"You can keep your keys loser, we've changed the locks anyway," giggled Izzy as Liam slid an arm round her waist and gave her a deep sloppy kiss.

"Mmmmh, sorry dude. Your girl is mine now. Blame her... not me. She is such a good fuck and led me astray."

"Mmmh you know I am. Take me inside and do me right now. My pussy is dripping wet having finally dumped this loser. Fuck me doggy style in the bed he used to share with me."

Laughing the evil couple headed inside slamming the door and leaving Jim standing in the street, his keys still in his hand.

Jim felt a curious mix of helplessness and rage. He had always been resigned to being too nice for his own good, but for a while with Izzy he thought he'd finally met someone who loved him. She'd turned out to be cruel and evil, just using him whilst she rebounded from her last relationship. When she'd met Liam, his hot sporty friend, sparks had flown. Now he'd lost a friend and a lover.

Blame her, not me.

That reminded him of something. Something he'd tried to resist until now.

Jim looked down at the keys in his hand. His eyes were drawn to one key different to the rest. It was made of a dull black metal and was curiously fashioned. This key opened no lock, it was a different kind of key.

This key opened up potential. Evil potential. That was why he had never used it... and yet... here it still was on his key ring. He'd always told himself he kept it because it served as a temptation to resist, a challenge to overcome. The allure of easy power and revenge took character to overcome. It took grit... but maybe there were other darker reasons he had never thrown it away.

He had been given the key two years ago by a blonde girl he had helped out of a jam at great personal cost to himself. She'd used him just like everyone else, then mocked him and taking some form of pity on him given him the key, telling him when he was finally tired of being a loser he could use the key and change his life. The key would blacken his soul... give him a new life... unlock the evil potential within him.

All he had to do was hold it in his hands and say 'loser, loser, looooser,' in a mocking tone and he would be transformed. He'd sworn he would never use it.

My pussy is dripping wet dumping this loser.

Jim felt his teeth grind and a snarl appear on his face. He was tired of being a door mat. He wanted to hurt Izzy and Liam... but he knew he wasn't strong enough to do it.

"Loser," he spat, holding the key tightly, "loser... looooser!"

Jim regretted what he'd done almost instantly... but it was too late. The key in his hand glowed and he gasped as the world spun around him and changed. No... he was the one changing and it felt amazing.

The key floated out of his hand and leapt to his neck. Instantly a black choker formed and it hung there like a dominatrixes chastity key, bouncing as his bones popped and his body writhed.

"What's uhhhh happening to meee?" wailed Jim as his body shrank and grew slimmer and more feminine shaped. Wide hips popped out and a shapely ass slowly inflated as his boys clothes hung baggy on his now feminine frame.

"Fuckkkk I feel goooood."

Soft pink lips parted in a wicked pout as Jim ripped the glasses from his face and threw them to the ground. His sneakers became black stiletto boots and with a giggle he crushed his glasses beneath them, giggling in pleasure as he heard them crunch.

His vision was perfect now... dark, wicked, hypnotic eyes gazing out on the world. He wouldn't be needing to wear those again.

Jim's stance shifted and he adopted a confident feminine posture. His other clothing began to change as he shook free his hair and felt it cascade down his shoulders and back in a elegant femme-fatale style.

A tight black corset crushed in Jim's waist and long black gloves ran down his arms. Beneath the sheer material, his short fingernails became sharp and manicured... perfect lacquered tips extending into points.

Jim purred as his hands went to his chest and he sighed in satisfaction as his chest began to swell. It felt good to feel his womanly breasts growing on his chest even as his useless dick began to slither away to nothing between his legs.

"This feels soooo much better," sniggered Jim as he stretched and felt the pull of his perfect body, toned muscles and smooth skin. He felt like a Goddess.

No... SHE felt like a Goddess.

As perfect makeup shimmered into place and the smell of expensive perfume rose from her skin, the woman who had been Jim felt her face relax into an evil bitchy expression of dominance and power.

Cruel twisted thoughts flowed through her mind as useless emotions such as kindness and helpfulness were replaced with new ideas such as selfishness and narcissism.

Genevieve smiled as she admired herself in a nearby car mirror. She was perfection personified... the very model of the evil feminine trope that no man could resist. Slender, elegant, cruel and dominant she commanded attention just by existing.

She played with the key above her perfect breasts... it was now white and pure, polarised by the transformation. If she just said the phrase no doubt she'd turn back into Jim.

She took off the key and slid it safely into her handbag.

Mistress Genevieve or Lady Genevieve would suit her very well. She needed to be spoiled, she needed to have power. But most of all she needed revenge on those who had wronged her.

Not because she cared what had happened to Jim... not because it mattered... but simply because it would be so much fun to put Izzy and Liam in their place.

Just because she could.

Laughing a rich evil laugh and winking at an embarrassed older man who she caught staring at her in lust, Goddess Genevive turned and walked with a clop of heels into her new existence as an evil manipulative bitch.

***

PART 2: REVENGE

THREE MONTHS LATER

Liam yawned lazily, stroking Izzy's long blonde hair fondly as they lay together naked and entangled. They were both sheened with sweat after another marathon fuck session. Discarded condoms lay around the room.

Liam grinned. How the fuck had Jim ever kept this insatiable bitch satisfied?

"Ughhh I should get up and get ready for work," yawned Izzy.

"Really? I thought you could do whatever you wanted now you and the business manager are in cahoots."

"Shhhh. I wish I'd never told you about that. Fiddling the accounts is kind of illegal but luckily the idiot sent me pics of his dick after being drunk at a party so now I own his ass."

She picked up a Gucci handbag. "Which has its benefits. Still I better show up and make it look like I'm working."

Liam slapped her ass and she walked off giggling heading to the shower. He opened his phone and browsed social media. He'd catch up with some news and then maybe hit the gym.

Going into his secure folder, Liam checked his Tinder profile and other sex apps almost from habit. Izzy was currently making him very happy but he still liked to play the field. After all, she'd cheated on Jim so who was to say she wouldn't betray him too?

He sighed as he thought of Jim. The guy had gone missing months ago after the break up and no one had seen him. He hoped he was okay and hadn't thrown himself off a bridge or something.

As he scrolled, he noticed he had a push notification.

Goddess Genevive? Who was that?

Opening the app, he whistled appreciatively. Wow, she was hot. Hitting subscribe he began to scroll her page....

***

SIX MONTHS LATER

Knocking nervously on the door to the hotel room, Liam checked the address again and felt his heart hammering in his chest.

He'd never done anything like this before and yet he had never been so excited. He was beginning to wonder if he was a sex addict or was just seriously fucked up. It felt like for the last three months his life had begun to spin apart.

First he'd stolen Izzy from his best mate (who no one had seen in six months now) and then he'd found himself in thrall to a woman who he had only ever met online after a chance encounter.

"Come in."

Then again had it been chance? He sometimes felt like the Goddess had been the one who had chosen him!

After 3 months of messages, edging sessions, increasing findom control and growing subservience from Liam - he was no longer sure.

Entering the hotel room, Liam felt his breath catch as he saw the Goddess waiting for him on the bed.

"Welcome slave. I've been expecting you..."

***

NINE MONTHS LATER

Liam gasped and squirmed as the ropes bit deep into his wrists and ankles. The ball gag was deep in his mouth and he could hear the wet sound of lube being squirted as Goddess Genevive got her strap on ready.

"You're making such good progress slave. You hardly ever whimper when I peg your ass anymore."

Liam gurgled as his Mistress slid her giant dildo into his ass and tears of happiness leaked from his eyes.

"But you're still holding back from me... you still need to tell me EVERYTHING about Izzy. Be a good boy and tell Goddess everything."

Liam gasped, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Genevive expertly massaged his balls and pounded his prostrate... he would do anything for Mistress. Anything.

****

ONE YEAR LATER

Izzy knew she was in the shit the moment she walked into her office to see the auditors.

Mr Smith - the useless bastard she had been milking for over a year now was already being led away in handcuffs.

A smart man in a suit walked over with a tight false smile.

"Ahhhh Miss Green. I'm Agent Knowles. I was wondering if we could ask you some questions about some financial irregularities we've found out about."

Izzy felt a shiver of fear up her back, yet she maintained her air of innocence. She'd taken care to shield herself from any financial trail so hopefully this wouldn't cause her any major difficulties.

She was just beginning to formulate an excuse in her mind when at that exact moment she got a message telling her to go to the ladies from an unknown number.

"Of course, but could I please just visit the restroom quickly?"

Agent Knowles hesitated... and then agreed swiftly. "I'll post an agent by the door but I guess we can allow it. You and I have a lot to discuss."

***

Walking into the washroom Izzy could feel the cold sweat of panic. How the fuck had these bastards tracked her down? She had been careful hadn't she?

"Hello Izzy."

Another woman, absolutely gorgeous and stylish was doing her makeup in the mirror. Izzy looked at her curiously.

"Sorry... do I know you?"

Genevive grinned like a predator as she regarded Izzy. "I guess not. Not anymore. Listen, we don't have much time. The only way out of this building is either in their custody... or by doing exactly what I say."

Izzy blinked in surprise.

"Sorry... I don't know what..."

Genevive grinned as she tossed a paper dossier onto the basin counter. It was thick and comprehensive.

"Take a look if you want. It's a copy of the one I sent to the authorities. Dates... times... places.... payments. You're fucked."

Izzy's mouth dropped open as she flicked through. How the fuck could this woman know any of this? Only Liam had known... what was going on?

"No... this is... you've got everything."

Genevive laughed. "That's right. I do. I know everything. You're finished. Unless..."

Genevive smirked as she tossed Izzy a white key. "There is one way you can leave here. One way you can escape prison... you just have to do exactly as I tell you..."

***

TWO YEARS LATER

Ian bowed his head as he presented Goddess Genevive with her dinner.

It was over a year since he'd used the key to escape punishment and transformed into a weak willed sub for Goddess. Since that day he had served his Goddess faithfully... alongside Liam. The two of them were broken slaves, and they would never be free.

Watching her two slave boys simp for her, Genevive felt a thrill of delicious power. She'd more than had her revenge on these losers and all was right with the word. Being an evi bitch felt delicious.

Dressed in exotic red lingerie like some Empress of old she lorded it over her slaves... her every wish for vengeance and dominance complete.

Goddess Genevive laughed as she thought of all she'd achieved. "Don't blame me... blame Jim..." she laughed as she began preparing to torture her two favourite slaves once again.

Why did it feel so good to be so fucking evil?

Genevive was never turning back into Jim. Her vengeance was complete and she had everything she could have ever wanted. The key was long gone and so was any chance of Jim returning.

Blame her.

Blame her for everything.

THE END

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

🪽+🤍+☁️

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Subby Swap! (Commission)

Commission for SecretSwitch! Lily and Switch swap bodies! Lily and Switch had an argument over who’s the real bottom. Lily, being the bratty boy he is, insisted he was only a bottom because Switch was such a tall beautiful girl! So of course he’d feel insecure around such beauty!~ Switch didn’t feel that way. She knew what was really going on, so she dared him to swap bodies with her… Looks like swapping bodies settled the argument pretty quickly. Even in the body of a beautiful girl, Lily is still a bottom!~

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[dumb-sluttypuppy]

I want to have an owner to bring me to meet another puppy, and my owner to make me breed the other puppy in front of our owners. Being a good dog and mounting the other puppy, before she's ordered to do the same thing to me.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

some subs may benefit from being anal-only in order to maintain denial. boys cunts are so sensitive that after a long denial period they may learn how to orgasm from vaginal penetration alone, if they didn't know how already. this is reason enough to restrict the time you spend using their pussy and use their asshole instead. they may or may not like it, but many find it difficult to orgasm from anal alone, so anal-only is a great tool to keep the sub denied. if, however, they find getting their ass fucked an easy way to achieve orgasm, it may be beneficial to look for ways to make it somewhat less pleasurable for them.

[dumb-sluttypuppy]

Game Over: The Twinkening

Chad Dawson was the ultimate jock. Star quarterback, gym rat, and a certified ladies’ man. When he wasn’t crushing it on the field, he was at home, controller in hand, dominating the latest online multiplayer games.

One Friday night, he kicked back in his gaming chair, still wearing his sweat-soaked gym socks from earlier—because why bother changing? He popped open a protein shake, cracked his knuckles, and booted up a mysterious new RPG he had downloaded called “Legends of the Fairy Realm.”

“Weird title,” he muttered, but the game had high ratings, so whatever.

As soon as he pressed START, his screen flashed a blinding neon pink. His controller vibrated violently, sending tingles up his arms.

Then, the room started spinning.

Chad felt his body shrink. His broad, muscled frame deflated, his thick pecs and biceps slimming down into a lean, delicate figure. His baggy gym shorts tightened around his waist, morphing into dangerously short, pastel-colored booty shorts. His tank top shrank into a tight crop top, revealing a smooth, toned stomach.

His once-deep voice cracked and softened into a higher, more playful tone. His rough stubble vanished, leaving behind flawless, glowing skin. His blonde buzzcut grew out into soft, messy locks that fell just over his eyes.

And then—the smell hit.

Chad looked down in horror. His feet, once big and rugged, were now dainty and smooth… but absolutely disgusting. His socks had completely disintegrated, leaving his bare soles exposed. A thick, greenish haze wafted up from them, the stench so foul it made his nose scrunch.

“Dude… no way…” he whimpered.

His feet twitched, sending waves of pure, sour foot funk into the air. The scent was thick, heavy, and eye-watering—like a mix of week-old gym socks, fermented cheese, and pure humiliation.

As if that wasn’t bad enough…

BRRRRRAAAAPPPPP

A deep, wet-sounding fart erupted from his now plump, perky rear, vibrating against his tiny shorts. A toxic green cloud oozed out, swirling into the already rank air.

“Oh my god—was that ME?!” Chad shrieked, his delicate hands clamping over his mouth. His own gas was so thick and potent that his eyes watered.

His room, once the ultimate man cave, now reeked of sour foot stench and devastating farts, the green funk rolling over everything like a poisonous fog.

The TV screen flickered, revealing a message in glowing pink text:

“Congratulations! You’ve unlocked your true form! Embrace the stench, twink!”

Chad screamed as another violent FRAAAAAAAPPPP burst from his rear, completely drowning out his protest.

He had officially lost the game… and his old self.