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The Touch

NOT MY STORY. PART OF AN INTERACTIVE STORY WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1783608-The-Touch. POSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES

STORY: DECEASED CRIMINAL JAMES HAS POSSESSED THE BODY OF A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL. HE DECIDES TO POSSESS A HOT JOCK

James quickly gathered the chick he was inhabiting belongings and sashed out of the class. Eyes of not only the males but females as well watch with attentiveness. One of the jocks that’s been wanting to pound her pussy licks his lips subconsciously. James couldn’t help but smirk, knowing all eyes were on him, or rather, her. He was owning this body and loved it. However, James missed one thing as he was now in the hallway, walking to Amy’s second class of the day. It was his johnson, his meat, his baby maker, his cock, his dick, and any other word to describe the missing appendage between his legs. James wanted to have a penis again, to be male and ram some cheeks. He passes through the crowd, eyeing every male for a perfect host. Feelings were stirring down in his panties as he took in different teens and their assets. James lands his host’s eyes on a particularly good-looking jock. He goes through Amy’s memories and figures out the boy’s name is Klark Housman. A German descent teen who was the lead pitcher for the high school’s baseball team, The Wallabies. (Who the fuck name’s an American high school baseball team, The Wallabies!?) James thought to himself as he led Amy’s body to the unsuspecting teen who was now having his head stuck in his locker. “Hey, Klark, heard you had a game coming up.” James hearing Amy speak his thoughts was still hard to get used to. Klark sticks his head out of his locker to see who just talked to him. “Hey, Amy, yeah we got a game against, The Blue jays.”

(Damn this guy’s a tall drink of water) James only now sees how tall his soon-to-be-host is. Klark was easily a foot taller than Amy was. “Well… how about a kiss for luck?” James does his best to make Amy look shy. He forces her to have her toes touch while keeping the heel straight along with twisting her index together. Her shy smile with James having to have her look up at the giant was too much for Klark. “Umm, sure,” Klark slowly moves his head down in an awkward motion, ready to kiss her. James makes Amy lift her face and presses his borrowed lips onto Klark’s. The two’s labia connect allowing James to transfer into Klark’s hulking body. Klark trembles softly as his lips remain locked with Amy’s. James’s spirit passes through Amy’s lips and into Klark’s. The unaware teen’s eyes grow big as feels the force of James’s invading spirit push into his body. Klark’s brain tries sending signals to stop kissing but his body doesn’t respond. “mmm-MMM!” Klark tries his best to yell but this was the best he could do under the circumstances. The last of James shifts into his large masculine body and begins taking over. Klark stops kissing the now dazed Amy and stumbles away to the bathroom. The hulk of a teen barges through the bathroom door and stumbles awkwardly to the last stall for the most privacy. Klark shoves the stall door open, slamming and locking it behind him. He loses his balance and slams down onto the toilet seat. “What’s… happ-en-ning to… ME!?” Klark struggles to speak as he feels James makes his way inside him to his head. Klark’s face turns deep red with veins protruding all over his body and head. The teen turns his hand into a fist and slams the stall wall. “Get out,” he mumbles under his breath in desperation, “get… out… of… my—” Klark’s head snaps upward then slams down into his chest. His head shakes aggressively as he tries to maintain control. Klark’s head snaps sideways then back straight, his eyes go cross while grimacing. Spittle lands on the stall door from Klark’s mouth. He yells loudly in desperation before his eyes roll into his head whilst closing, his head drops. A few more muscle spasms cause Klark’s unconscious body to jolt a bit before finally lying dormant. Klark lifts his head slowly back up in a more calm fluid motion whilst his eyes open. A smile spreads across the lad’s face. Klark looks down at his hands then his chest of sculpted muscle. He moves his hands under the t-shirt and gropes his meaty pectorals. A coo rises from the horny teen with a tent pitching in his jeans, his cock straining for release.

“Yeah, this is more like it, huh, Klark? Don’t worry, with me in charge, your body is gonna get plenty of action.” Klark says what James was thinking who was now possessing the hunky lead pitcher. James thinks of who to fuck with this god of a body.

“Oh yeah, baby,” said James with Klark’s husky voice. “The name’s Klark Housman, wanna fuck?” James chuckled as he twisted the jock’s face and voice with a confidence and bravado that were alien to the meathead. “You have the good looks, kid, you just needed the right man that big boy’s body of yours.” James admired his handsome features in the mirror as he contemplated what to do. At Klark’s age, James was a scrawny dropout who ran drugs to get some coins in his wallet. But now James was Klark, a popular jock with a cute face, impeccable dark brown hair, and a killer body. James quickly checked in the hallway and saw that nobody was around yet. “Let’s see what you’re packin’, tiger,” said James. James gripped at the bottom of his shirt and effortlessly pulled it off his body. His eyes widened as he stared at Klark’s tanned and muscular torso. His smooth pecs were meaty with two perky nipples while his abs were slightly defined yet solid.

“Someone ate too much beef,” said James as he patted Klark stomach. “Now, for the guns…”

James raised his two arms and flexed them. A soft roar left his mouth as James admired his burly biceps and veiny upper arms dusted with luscious body hair. James kissed his biceps as his bulge grew against his jeans. “Fuck it. I’m sure a big boy like you has more than one bullet in the cannon,” said James as he unzipped his jeans. His pants came down and revealed a light blue speedo covering his huge crotch. James snickered and said, “Wow. Ain’t that a faggy thing to wear?” James fondled his dick through the speedo and groaned. “I was a fag in prison. Maybe I’ll make you one too, Klark?” James used his large left hand to dry-hump his erection while his other hand caressed his abs and pecs. James laughed as he did so and moved his tongue around like a snake in heat. Soon, his hard cock stuck out of his speedo and James seized it. “Mmm!” moaned James as he closed his eyes. “Yeah, that’s a big toy you get there, Klark.” James stroked his engorged cock as precum started to leak out of it. “UUnng! That’s right, Klark. It’s my body now! I’ll bang anyone I want with that huge cock!” shouted James at his host’s reflection. “Fuck! I’m about to- AARGGGH!” A geyser of jizz shot out of Klark’s dick and exploded all over his chiseled chest and even his chin. The rest of his volcanic load landed down on his left hand while James leaned against the sink and breathed heavily. “Fuck…” said James with a breathy voice. Because of being single and as an ex-convict, James was used to masturbation, but not with a body like this and not in these circumstances. Possessing and controlling a huge guy like Klark, filled with testosterone and stamina, just made it even better. “Phew. Yeah, I’m gonna have fun with you, kid,” said James. What do James do now? OPTION: HAVE SEX WITH A NERD

“Time to go fuck with your life, champ,” said James as he gropped at his dick and swung it like a baseball bat. James laughed like a frat guy as he oiled his abs with his left hand. Then, he pinched up the rest of the semen and licked his fingers. “Mmmm. You taste like that guy who used to fuck me in my cell, but more fresh,” said James. James put his clothes back on and winked one more time at his handsome reflection before leaving the bathroom. James smirked as he confidently strolled across the hallway, the girls swooned for him while some guys discreetly checked him out.

Surprisingly, James found out from his host’s memories that Klark was not much of a casanova, he was kind of shy and awkward with flirting. James sneered, knowing that with his confidence and Klark’s handsome body, he was the perfect creature to charm anyone and plow whoever he wanted left and right. As James toured through Klark’s mind, he discovered that his father was rich. Even better. With daddy’s money, James could get away with everything, something he couldn’t afford in his miserable past life. “Hey, Klark!” called a fruity voice. James was pulled out of his thinking and looked at his right. A petite guy with glass, messy black hair, and a pretty face stood next to him. James had to blink and double check to make sure the guy was not actually a girl, but his host’s memory soon told him he was a guy named Gary.

“Hey… Gary?” replied James as he tried to channel Klark’s socially-awkward behavior. “I just wanted to-” Gary glanced aside and said, “To thank you for saving me again from those bullies earlier.” “Oh ok, no problem, bud,” said James. As James dug more into his host’s memory, he discovered that Gary’s sister, Sue, was Klark’s girlfriend and a hot cheerleader. She met Klark and started dating him after he started standing up for her brother against the jocks bullying him. So Klark is a nice dumb hottie? This is going to change. “You’re okay, Klark?” asked Gary. “Yeah, just thinking about some stuff for my morning workout,” lied James. “Ah, makes sense.” Gary blushed and said, “I’m sure you workout a lot.” James smirked as he noticed Gary’s tiny bulge. The bullies messed with Gary not only because he was nerd, but also for being gay. “I don’t know dude,” said James with a fake pout as he lifted his shirt. “Think I still could do some improvements. Gary stared at Klark’s bulky torso as James purposefully caressed his abs and nipples. “I-I…” stuttered Gary as he tried to talk. “I think you’re perfect already.” “Thanks, dude,” said James. “By the way, I got a surprise for you, wanna see?” “A surprise?” Gary’s eyes lit up. “Do you need my help for a date with Sue?” “No, but good guess,” said James as he forced a warm smile on his face. James dug his hands in his pocket and headed away while Gary followed him. James tried to emulate Klark’s nice persona as much as he could, but his lips sometimes twisted into a sneer as soon as Gary looked away. They soon arrived in the empty boys’ locker room and James made sure nobody but them were there. “So? What’s the surprise?” asked Gary. “This,” said James. James lifted Gary by the collar, slammed him against a locker, and planted his lips against his. Gary squeaked like a chick and squirmed as James used Klark’s strong body to keep him in place. “Kl-Klark!” yelled Gary as he jerked back. “I can’t!” “How? You’re a fag and I’m hot,” said James with a cockiness uncanny to his host. “What? But what about Sue?” asked Gary. Fuck. Fags are easy sluts, usually. James rolled his eyes and let go of Gary who fell against his buttocks. “Well, that’s too bad. Since you don’t want of me, guess I won’t be able to be here for you when Jim and his friends try to beat you up,” said James with a honeyed voice. Gary straightened his glasses and asked, “Huh? But I thought you wanted to help me.” James laughed with a villainous spice that was both scaring and arousing Gary. “You really thought I would care for a fag just to be nice?” asked James. “All I wanted was your sister’s sweet ass.” Gary stood up and said, “Hey! Don’t talk like that about my sister!” Gary charged at James, but James easilly grabbed him by the hands with Klark’s athletic strength. “Wow, easy, sunshine. Almost broke a nail,” said James. “Why are you talking like that? The Klark I know would act like that,” said Gary with scared bunny eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, that’s too cute,” James said. “You know what. I can’t say no to a pretty face. How about I become your bodyguard and in exchange you become my bitch?” “Huh? But you’re dating my sister,” said Gary. “And I bet her brother is a whore just like her,” said James. “Fuck you!” shouted Gary. “You’re so cute when you’re angry and scared,” said James. “C'mon, stop being a pussy. I saw how you were looking at me. You want me to fuck you.” Gary looked away and said, “But… I can’t do that to Sue…” James wrapped his muscular right arm around Gary’s shoulders and whispered, “What she ignores can’t hurt her.” Gary bit his lower lip and asked, “You swear you won’t tell her?” “I swear on my huge cock,” said James. Gary slowly nodded. “Alright… What do you want to do now?” James smirked mischievously and said, “Strip.” Gary gulped and trembled. James sat on a nearby bench and spread his legs to show his growing bulge. Then, James gestured to Gary to take off his clothes and Gary sighed. The nerd unbutonned his shirt and opened it, revealing a lean body with no hint of body fat. After this, put down his pants and his briefs, showing off his hairy legs and bubble butt. James licked his lips and looked at Gary like a starving wolf. To James’s shock, Gary was actually packing a dick which as long as Klark’s. “Fuck! That squirrel has a huge tail!” shouted James. Gary used his hands to cover his cock, which was long, yet not as girthy as Klark’s. James stood up and undressed while Gary shivered because of the breezes against his naked body. Once he was also naked, James approached Gary who stepped back. Klark’s hulking form towered above the twinky nerd as he trembled against the lockers. James loved this feeling. All his life, James had been terrorized and humiliated by other men, but now he had possessed the manliest jock around and could use Klark’s muscular and strong body to scare everyone. James grabbed Gary by the chin and asked, “Tell me, Gary. Do you know what a prison bitch is?” “N-No…” said Gary as he shook his head. “Well, you’re my prison bitch now,” said James. James used Klark’s large arms to seize Gary’s by the thighs and lift him. Gary yelped as his crotch was in front of James’s face. “Back in prison, the big guys would mark their bitch by sucking them off,” said James. “How do you know that?” asked Gary. “My dad forced me to watch those movies about crazy guys killing people and ending up in jails,” said James through Klark. “Maybe one of those crazy guys came out of the TV and took possession of my body.” Gary stared at James and said, “It’s not real, Klark. Please, tell me it’s just a joke.” James smirked before licking the tip of Gary’s cock. Gary moaned while James slid his tongue to the left his long cock before moving to the right. Then, James nibbled the wet head and swallowed it. “Aaa- AAAHHH!” screamed Gary. James moved his mouth forward while pulling Gary by the legs. Gary clawed at the lockers and moaned while James sucked him off with Klark’s mouth muscles. Klark had never used his mouth during sex apart from a few lame kisses, but he was a big eater with a strong jaw. James moved Gary’s legs around his broad shoulders and moved Klark’s large hands to Gary’s bubble butt. Gary’s moanings got louder as James kneaded his buttcheeks and sucked him off. As soon as sugary precum, James put Gary’s dick out of his mouth and threw against the floor. “Kl-Klark! I’m about to-” Gary stomped his left feet against Gary’s back and barked, “Don’t you dare cum before me, bitch!” “B-But…” “Do anything that displease me, and I’ll tell everything to Sue,” said James, fully knowing that he was free to ruin another man’s life. “Okay okay. I’ll do anything you want,” said Gary. James knelt and patted Gary’s sweaty head of hair. “Attaboy.” Gary cried as James wrapped his muscular arms around him and put him against the bench. James breathed heavilly and growled like an animal as he watched Gary writhe under him. “Last warning. Don’t you dare cum before me,” said James. “I won’t. I swear,” said Gary. James smiled and rammed his dick deep inside Gary’s ass. Gary screamed and gripped at the bench while James fucked his hole. James licked the sweat off Gary’s smooth chest before bitting his neck. “How does it feel?” asked James. “Gr-Great,” said Gary. James grabbed Gary by the chin and asked, “Answer honestly. You were jealous that I dated your sister, right?” Gary inhaled longly and muttered, “Please, Klark… Don’t make me-” James slapped Gary and barked, “Answer, now!” Gary teared up and said, “Okay! Okay! I was… I was jealous of her…” “I knew it.” James licked Gary’s tears and asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Yes,” said Gary with a small voice. “Beg me,” said James. “Please, Klark,” said Gary. “Call me, James,” said James. “Huh?” Gary raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand.” James glared at Gary and banged his left hand against the bench. “Please, James!” yelled Gary. James smiled and pushed his dick inside Gary again. The two grunted together and James kissed Gary passionately. Their tongues wrestled as James thrusted his dick in and out. James stiffened and pulled back as his dick filled with loads. “NNG! It’s coming!” grunted James. “It’s- UUUNNNNGGGGGGG!” James roared as he shot huge loads of cum inside Gary. “AAaaaaahhhhh!” screamed Gary as he came. James fell on Gary and hugged him as the nerd panted. Thanks for the body, Klark.

OPTION: KEEP PRETENDING TO BE KLARK

I’m just getting started with Klark’s life. No need to lay all of my cards already. James smirked and gently rubbed Gary’s swan like neck before kissing him. Gary returned the kiss and wrapped his frail arms around Klark’s sturdy back. “Mm-mmm…” James moaned with Klark’s sexy voice. Something strange was happening. The masturbation and the sex had exhausted James, so maybe Klark’s personality was influencing his weakened willpower. James decided that it was for the best, it could help him trick people into thinking he was the real Klark. James stood up and stretched his muscular body while Gary lied on the bench as if he was a nude model.

“Time to wash, princess,” said James. James put his strong arms under Gary’s legs and back and lifted him. Gary yelped a little as James effortlessly carried him to the showers. James flashed to Gary a warm smile with Klark’s perfectly white teeth. In his past life, James had never been romantic and his ex wife would always berate him for that. With Klark’s handsome body, being romantic and seductive was just natural to James. Once they reached a stall, James delicatelly put down Gary and bowed like a butler. “Ladies first,” said James. “Fuck you,” replied Gary with a light giggle. James slapped Gary’s bubble butt and the latter turned on the shower. Hot water poured on James’s sweaty and sore muscles and he exhaled. Soon after, James picked up a pink bar of soap from a niche and rubbed it against his armpits and his toned chest. Then, James pulled Gary closer to him and rubbed the soap on his twinky body. James hugged him as he did so and smelled Gary’s hair scenting of sugary sweat and cherries. Gary rested his head on Klark’s meaty pecs while the two slightly danced a slow under the shower. “I’m scared, Klark,” said Gary with a small voice. “It’s okay,” said James as he kissed the top of Gary’s head. “I’m a big boy, I can protect you.” Gary looked at James with puppy eyes and grinned as he said, “Thank you.” Fuck. This fag is a cutie. Once the two were done washing, James and Gary headed back into the locker room and dress up. “By the way, Klark. Why did you ask me to call you James, earlier?” asked Gary. “Um…” James bit his lower lip and said, “It’s-It’s a line from a movie.” “Ah. Okay,” replied Gary. James kissed Gary one more time to distract him and they went to their respective classes. While boring, James loved this because it proved he was already blending in Klark’s life. The teachers, the other jocks, and everyone else thought James was indeed the handsome Klark Housman. After this, James chatted with some of Klark’s friends. He perfectly mimicked Klark’s jockish and meathead talk while also spicing it with some of James’s cockiness. A shrill voice tore James out his reverie as a tall girl with a cheerleader outfit ran to them. His host’s memory told him it was Sue, Klark’s girlfriend. Just like Klark, she was not the brightest bulb but was very attractive. James got kind of hard and kissed her, loving the feeling of stealing more pieces of Klark’s life. He was now the hot jock with a sexy girlfriend, no longer a deadbeat man running away from the police and his ex-wife. This thought was actually arousing James more than Sue herself, whose kisses were not as good as her brother’s honestly. The more he thought of it, Sue reminded him a lot of his ex-wife when he first met her, except for the fact that Sue was much nicer than her. At least, his annoyance with Klark’s girlfriend helped him act more like the socially-awkward guy that Klark is. So, Sue chattered about her day while James thought about what else he could do to fuck with Klark’s life. “Oh, and Gary will be here too, is that a problem?” asked Sue. “Huh?” James stared at Sue, his interest suddenly tickled, and said, “N-No. I love when your brother’s around.” James internally laughed, remembering what happened earlier in the boys’ locker room. Actually, James remembered all the fun he had with Gary. He missed the nerd’s scared rabbit eyes. Sue and him walked out in front of a classroom as a group of people left it. James’s mouth twisted into a sneer as soon as Gary appeared in front of him. “S-Sue? What are you doing here?” asked Gary. “Making sure that Jim and his friends won’t mess with you,” said Sue. “But what about your date with-with Klark?” asked Gary as he tried to avoid looking at Klark. “Don’t worry, I told everything to him. He doesn’t mind that you’ll be with us,” said Sue. “Right, Klark?” “Of course, babe,” said James before he kissed Sue in front of Gary. James gestured to Gary a penetration with his hands as it happened. Gary furrowed his brows and flipped the bird to him. James chuckled, pulled away from Sue, and put Gary in a chokehold with his massive left bicep. “It will be fun to have another guy to mess with, don’t you think Gary?” asked James as he played with Gary’s hair. “Y-Yeah,” said Gary with a discreet glare. Sue laughed, thinking her boyfriend was just teasing her brother. Little did she know that Klark was possesed was an ex-convict lusting for Gary. James really a lucky man, he had a hot cheerleader on one side, and a cute nerd on the other. As they headed toward the coffee shop, James would discreetly pecked at Gary’s hair each time Sue would be busy texting on her phone. “Klark!” shouted Gary with a blush. “Klark, stop teasing Gary,” said Sue while she looked at her phone. “Hey, he started it. Bet your brother’s into me,” said James. Gary froze and shivered while Sue simply laughed. As soon as they arrived at the coffee shop, Sue had to go outside because of an urgent call with her coach. Gary sat on the couch as far as he could from James, but the latter slid close to him anyway.

“Maybe your sister’s fucking the coach too?” whispered James. Gary almost choked on his drink and put it down. “Klark, the hell? Are you on ‘roids or something?” “Maybe I’m just tired of tits, and need some dicks,” said James as he kissed Gary. Gary squirmed and pushed James back. “Klark! People could see us.” “And? They’ll just think I got two bitches,” said James. “Don’t call my sister a bitch,” said Gary. “You’re right. If there’s one bitch here, it’s you,” said James. “Klark, for real. Why are acting so weird?” asked Gary. Just before he could answer, Sue walked back in. James snickered a bit since he almost got his cover blown. The rest of the date was rather boring, a few sickingly romantic words between “Klark” and Sue while Gary played on his phone. The only entertainment James had was rubbing his shoes against Gary’s legs and sometimes grope at his ass while Sue was distracted. Once the date was over, the three walked back to Sue and Gary’s home. Sue smooched Klark and asked, “What do you say we go have some fun in my room?” Gary rolled his eyes and headed to his room. James glanced at Gary before kissing back Sue, wondering what he should do next.

OPTION: PURSUE ONE AFTER THE OTHER

Sue’s annoying voice faded as James focused on Gary’s twinky body, huge cock, and scared rabbit eyes. There was just something in Gary that attracted James, some kind of perversion he knew he shared with Gary. The only hindrance was his sister. James knew he had to go through Sue if he wanted to get closer to Gary. It did not matter, Klark’s hulking body was strong and resilient enough to cum four times a day. Keeping Gary’s ass in mind, Klark lifted Sue and carried in her room. Sue’s surprise was even bigger as Klark immedietaly made out with her and put out his dick. The sex was rougher than what Sue was used to Klark, who was usually gentle in bed. But right now, Klark behaved like a feral sex beast, fast and strong. The possessed Klark did not care if he could break the bed, he just wanted to be done with it. He did not care about Sue, he only cared about hijacking Klark’s life and getting Gary. Once they both came, Sue collapsed against her mattress, praised Klark, and fell asleep. James smiled and whispered, “Goodnight, slut.” After this, James sauntered to the bathroom and took a quick shower. He wanted to be completely clean for Gary, knowing it would be easier to convince Gary that way. When he was done, James admired his gorgeous reflection in the mirror and sneered. “I fucked your girl better than you ever did, Klark,” said James as he groped at his borrowed dick. “Made her scream and beg for it for your horsecock. I bet it makes you pissed off, right?” Klark leaned toward his reflection and bounced his pecs. “Yeah, I’m the one in control now. I’m James, a real man. Not some pussy like you Klark.” James flexed his biceps and laughed. “Fuck yeah, this body deserved me so much more than you… Speaking of deserving, I think that your girlfriend’s starting to bore me. Let’s get her brother instead, shall we?”

James kissed his left bicep and confidently walked to Gary’s room. The latter was typing on his computer and wearing headphones. James crept Gary like a lion prowling to his prey and pounced at him. Gary tried to scream, but James put his large right hand on his mouth. “Shh, don’t wanna wake up your sister,” whispered James. “Klark? Get out of my room,” said Gary. “Not before I get some of that ass,” said James. “Sue will hear us,” replied Gary. “She won’t. I fucked her hard enough to make her sleep the whole night,” said James. “That’s gross,” said Gary. James laughed and pulled Gary into a passionate kiss. From Klark’s memory, James knew that Klark was straight and had a lot of feelings for Sue. Not surprising, Klark and Sue were both boring and simple-minded. For James, Sue was flavorless while Gary was his scared perverted pet. He just felt it, he felt that Gary had a secret side too. As they exchanged saliva, James took a glimpse at Gary’s computer screen and saw that he was watching BDSM Gay porn movies. “Well, well, well. Look what we got here,” said James as he stepped toward the computer. “Klark, don’t look!” shouted Gary. James checked Gary’s history and found out that most of his porn movies were about big guys getting dominated by smaller men. One of them even looked like James in his past life. “I knew it,” said James with a smirk. “You and I are the same.” “What are you talking about?” asked Gary. James pushed Gary against the bed and said, “We both got resentment for other guys. You and I, we want to control them the same way they’ve controlled us.” “How does that got anything with you? You’re one of those guys,” said Gary. “I wasn’t always a hot jock,” said James. “Before I got this body, I used to envy hot guys as much as you did.” “Y-You did?” asked Gary. James nodded and Gary stopped struggling. “I didn’t know you had this in you,” said Gary. “I just thought that-” “That I was hot and stupid?” asked Klark. Gary glanced away and said, “Yeah… Sorry.” “No need to be sorry. I’m a new Klark now,” said Klark as he pushed his tongue deep inside Gary’s mouth. What do they do now? TO BE CONTINUED?

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Suck, Fuck, Repeat: The Gym

No one could have ever anticipated it. No one in the world knew that in just one moment, everything they knew would change. It was like a lightbulb, a radical realization of the new world.

Ricky and Theo were at the gym that day. They were college bros, spending most of their time at the gym and getting as much pussy as they possibly could.

Ricky was grinding out dumbbell curls, his veins pulsing as sweat ran down his skin. He looked at Theo, carrying huge dumbbells doing lateral raises. For a moment, Ricky remembered his latest conquest the night before, a hot blonde whats-her-name, and he walked over to Theo.

"Hey, bro, I forgot to tell you about this chick last night."

"Oh yeah?" Theo said, removing his headphones.

"It was…" and then a sudden thunder in his mind crashed. It's as though all the synapses in his brain shut off and restarted.

"It was uh…" Ricky continued, trying to remember what he was saying. "It was this… this college chick… and she… had this… huge… uh… "

"Bro, you okay?" Theo's brows furrowed. Ricky looked like his brain had fried off. He was drooling slightly, looking at Theo with a strange, dazed look.

"It was a, uh…" Ricky drone, "dicks… yeah… that feels right… cocks. That's what I was thinking."

Theo's mouth hung open. "…what?"

Ricky's mind felt like it was being emptied out, and in place, there was only one thing he could think of. Actually, two things. "I… need to suck your cock, bro… or fuck your ass… I need to do it, bro…"

Theo stared at Ricky in disbelief. "What the fuck is going on with you? You high or something? Why're you acting like some fag talking about dicks…?" He paused for a moment, noticing the tent on Ricky's shorts. "You're… you're a goddamn fag! Your dick is hard! Your… long… warm… dick… is… so fuckin' hot! I never realized that until now!"

Theo had a surprised look in his face, looking at his best bro in a new light. Ricky grinned, heat rising from his chest and his cock. Theo looked so fucking hot in his tight shirt and that cock barely concealed by his pants. A moment of panic dawned on his face as he realized he was so excited to see his buddy's dick, but then the panic subsided, and he found himself licking his lips.

"I… I need to suck your cock," Theo said. "Oh my god, I'm a fag! I can't stop thinking about your dick. All I want is to have that cock inside my mouth and as far as my throat can handle. Come 'ere!"

Ricky didn't hesitate. He planted a hungry kiss on Theo's neck, lapping up his formerly straight buddy and relishing his sweat. "I want your cock in my mouth too," Ricky said, the sentence so foreign to him, yet it felt so right. All he wanted was cock. All he needed in his throat was cock. As many as he could, all the time.

Theo almost growled, making his way down Ricky's shorts. The dick was straining against the shorts, and in no time it came out plopping, vibrating. Theo stared in amazement. "Bro, you got the best lookin' dick I've ever seen!" he said, even though it was the first cock he had seen that wasn't his.

Theo wrapped his lips on Ricky's dick as quickly as he possibly could, and he choked because of the sudden large shaft. It was the first dick he'd ever tasted. It felt like heaven. It pulsed in his mouth, the warmth of Ricky reaching its epicenter on his cock. Theo felt his own cock straining against his clothes, and Ricky let out an unbridled groan, eyes closing, relishing his best bud's mouth. He looked around, and some were staring at them like they're crazy, but just as quickly, the looks of disgust were replaced by looks of… jealousy?

Theo sucked hard, wanting to take as much of Ricky's cock as he could. "I should've become a fag years ago," he wanted to say, but all that came out were muffled grunts.

Ricky pulled back Theo's head, and for a moment, Theo seemed to get angry, but then he said, "I need to suck your cock, too, bro."

Theo grinned, and they moved to the side of the gym equipment. Theo took off his pants, then laid down on the ground. He looked at his best friend with a grin, the side of his lips dripping slightly with saliva.

Ricky slowly laid down, facing Theo's legs. "Jesus, bro, all that time fucking chicks when you're right next to me every day."

Theo replied by giving Ricky's cock a lick, and Ricky's knees buckled at the overwhelming sensation. Ricky shoved his mouth down Theo's dick. He closed his eyes, tasting Theo's pre-cum as he felt his own cock leak. Ricky felt like he was in heaven. All he wanted to do was suck his friend's cock—any cock he could get his hands on. It felt so right. Theo and Ricky were in sync, sucking the other's cock expertly, and finally, Ricky buckled, and he let out a loud groan as he felt his cock explode. Theo's cock burst, and Ricky lapped up Theo's cum, swallowing as much as he could as he felt some dribbling out the side of his lips.

The cloud seemed to have passed, and Ricky got up and helped Theo up to his feet.

"So… " Theo said, face wet with sweat, "we just… sucked each other's cocks."

Ricky thought he would feel embarrassed or guilty, but sucking his bro's cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah," he replied.

They looked at each other, then noted the sea of bodies next to them, fellow gym goers, all men, bodies wrapped around each other, sucking cock.

Then another urge passed through them. Something more. Something even more primal. Theo's eyes locked with Ricky. They had the realization at the exact same time.

"I need to fuck you—" "I gotta fuck you—"

Ricky was heaving up and down, the taste of Theo's cock lingering around his tongue.

"I gotta fuck you first, bro," Theo said, slowly.

"Nah," Ricky said, voice low and quiet. "You need to bend over so I can fuck you."

They went back staring at each other, both of their chest heaving up and down, sweaty but not even a hint of tiredness in them.

Ricky pounded first. He grabbed Theo's muscled arms, forcing the man to turn around. "Fuck!" Theo said as he was forced to turn around. He saw the rest of the men sucking cock, but he also saw some of them struggling for control. He turned his focus back. Ricky's grip was strong, but for a split second he lets go of Theo's wet arms, and that was enough.

Theo pushed Ricky, making him kiss the ground. Ricky groaned, his dick just as hard as it had been minutes ago. "Fuck, man!" Ricky gasped.

Theo's eyes were wide and crazed, teeth gritted as he grabbed his hard dick and jammed it down Ricky's virgin ass.

"AHHH FUCK!" Ricky shouted, gasping as he felt Theo's dick invading his ass. For a moment, all he could feel was pain, but it was gone in an instant. He suddenly realized he had lost. This was right. This is where he belonged. All he wanted to do was suck cock and get fucked. He thought about his friends: Jason, Darnell, Eric, and the rest of his teammates. He wanted to suck their cocks. He wanted them to fuck him one by one.

Theo grunted, pumping his dick deeper down Ricky's ass. This was right. He was made for this. He wanted to suck cock and fuck every man he could get his dick on. His mind looked back at all his memories; memories of locker rooms, gym, PE class… he could've gotten dick and fucked men for so long!

"Well," Theo said, panting, beads of sweat running down his body, "No point on thinkin' bout the past. I'm going to fuck you all day, bro."

Ricky groaned, the warmth of Theo's dick pulsating around him. "Oh fuck yeah, bro! Fuck me in the ass! Come on, faster!"

Theo obliged. He fucked harder than all the chicks he fucked before. His cock had never been this hard—it almost hurts, but he fucked his friend's tight ass as fast and long as he could. His right hand travelled all throughout Ricky's lower backside, enjoying the warmth and unfamiliarity of his skin. It felt so right.

"Oh god!" Theo moaned, tension rising as he felt even hotter and bigger, "I'm going to fucking cum!"

"Fuuuuuck!" Ricky groaned as he felt Theo thrust deep, cum blasting on his ass. His cock blew again, with just as much cum as before.

Theo and Ricky plopped down on the floor side by side. Sounds of wet tongue and grunting men invaded their ears. For a moment, they just relished each other's warmth. Then, they looked back at each other. A wordless agreement settled on their faces. They reach for each other's cocks...

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faiaemburemwhoo · 3 days ago

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Stepping up as stepdad

My stepdad was supposed to pick me up from soccer practice when I found him passed out in the driver's seat. He was a good for nothing day drinker and he already reeked of stale beer and sweat by noon.

I tried shaking him awake but he groaned, stretching his tatted arms.

I resisted the urge of looking at his bulge. He was so dominating with his size and attitude. I wanted to hate him, but I lusted after him. Even when he drank too much and he got loud and angry. The other day he teased me, taunting me that I was just a scrawny fag, all the while he strutted around without his shirt. I especially hated how turned on I was when I heard the moaning at night, listening to the bed creaking and the animalistic grunts.

Now he was right in front of me, unconscious to the world. I wanted to reach out to him to feel his beard, trace the curves of his veiny arms and hairy abs. I wanted to feel every part of his body, to explore each crevice and hole. Better yet, I wanted to be him. I could live a better life than him.

As I reached out, I felt a strange pull as something in him sucked me in. I couldn't resist and felt my hand plunge into his warm, sticky flesh. And soon I found my face buried within his sweaty pecs. For a moment, I struggled to breathe. The meaty muscles of his chest filling my nostrils and my mouth. The next moment, I felt my shoulders sink deeper into him and deeper until I felt my feet kicking in the air. With a slurping pop, I absorbed into my stepdad.

A moment later, I felt myself take a deep breath and sigh. I reached my large, manly hands to my face, stroking my new beard. I couldn't believe it. I was him. I grabbed handfuls of my biceps and squeezed the muscles. I checked myself out, rubbing my abs. Moreover, I felt how it was being him. I felt light headed and dizzy. I guess he was drunk and I was feeling it too. It made me reckless as I unslung his monster cock that plowed pussy. I gave it several quick strokes when everything crashed together and I shot a load all over the steering wheel. I let out a moan. I came too fast, but who fucking cared. I had his body now and I jerk off as much as I wanted. Who fucking cared if I forgot to pick up that faggy brat? I'm practically a god with my looks and muscles. Women would trip over themselves to suck me off. I was a goddamn alpha.

I wiped off the cum on the steering wheel, and some old part of me must've broken through, since I brought my hand up to my lips and licked clean the spilled seed. Mmm, I moaned. The salty sweet pearls melted in my mouth. I never knew cum tasted so good. Forget women, I thought, before my stepdad's homophobic thoughts resurfaced.

Whatever happened to me, the result was clear: it was a struggle of control between me and my stepdad. Who would prevail? And would my stepdad's body become a pussy-fucking stud or a cum-swallowing slut?

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faiaemburemwhoo · 3 days ago

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Ian wasn't sure where the mask came from. He came home from work and found it laying there on his kitchen counter. He thinks maybe his roommate brought it home with him. It was almost October so maybe his friend got this mask for a costume. He thought nothing of it as he got settled in. But when he went to start dinner he picked the mas up. Intending to move it somewhere safe and out of the way, but he ends up looking at the mask longer than he meant to.

The mask was simplistic. Just one that covered one’s face. It felt like it was made of cheap plastic , but the painted detail on it was well done. The facial hair along the lip and chin didn't have any streaks or chips. Nor did the painted on hair that cheap masks like this tended to have. He turns the mask over to look behind it. Frowning he swore he saw this blue iridescent like shimmer move along the back.

‘How strange.’ He thought.

Surely it must have been some trick of the light. Right? Ian brings the mask closer to his face to better inspect it. Unaware of the mistake he just made. To his surprise, the mask lunged from his hands like it had a mind of his own. Latching into his face in an iron grip. Ian shouts, staggering backwards and knocks into the wall.

He grips a hold of the mask and pulls, desperate to get it off. With it having been a cheap plastic it should have been easy. Yet with the mask suctioned into his face he felt it hardening. Shifting into this slippery leather-like material. The mask extends, inching itself to be longer to envelop more of Ian’s face.

“Get off! Get off!” He yells, pulling harder and harder.

The mask now being made of this strange leather, Ian is able to tug it so it stretches somewhat off his face. Only for his grip on it to slip and the mask snaps back over his face like a rubberband. The force knocked the small man into the wall with a thud. Ian groans and freezes up when he swore he heard a deep voice laughing at him. Panicked, he becomes more adamant in trying to remove the mask from his face.

However the mask stretches itself out more, until fully wrapping around Ian’s head. Ian frantically touches the back of his head as he feels the seam along it seal up. Trapping the mask on him.

The young man feels a cold sensation creep over him. His body aching that distracts him. Looking himself over to see his thin lean body frame steadily start to expand. He pulls his shirt up. Watching through the eye holes of the mask that he was gaining muscle. Things got stranger there, the muscle growth rapidly spread over Ian. His arms doubled in size, his legs throbbed while stretching outwards to push Ian’s height up significantly.

The young man was left in a daze, his torso ballooning outwards into this powerful broad wall of muscle. He licked his lips, feeling his tongue tickling along facial hair. This prompted Ian to stumble to the wall mirror in his apartment. Gazing at his reflection, Ian sees the mask looked like it wasn't just stuck around his head, but that it was fusing itself to him.

Instead of it looking like he was wearing an obvious cheap mask, Ian seemed like he was wearing one of those expensive hyper realistic ones. He makes a distressed noise from the back of his thickening throat. Hands resting on his head. Under his touch he feels the leathery feeling of the mask shift. Now starting to feel like soft human skin. His head tingles under the mask with it continuing to infuse itself to become Ian’s new face.

He felt helpless to do anything but stand there. Watching as the painted on hair grows out into this long dark brown mane of hair that reaches past Ian's shoulders. The peach fuzz of a mustache and goatee lengthen. Growing thicker as they connect and spread along Ian’s chiseled jawline. Giving the larger man a dense beard. It wasn't long before the mask had fully bonded itself to Ian. Leaving the former small man in a daze.

He stares with glazed over eyes, his hand reaching up and touching his new face. His old self and memories fleeting from his mind as Ian becomes a distant memory for the brute he has been turned into.

Duncan turns to the front door as it opens to see a guy walking in. The guy was half of Duncan's size and despite not knowing the guy. He feels this familiarity with him.

The smaller man sees Duncan and does a double take.

“W-Who the hell are you?” he stammers.

“Hey bro.” Duncan greets. Smiling widely when he sees the other man checking him out.

He can't help flexing his impressive sized bicep for his new admirer.

“Like what you see bro?” Duncan asks before he stalks towards the smaller man. Eager to now have a little fun.

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faiaemburemwhoo · 6 days ago

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This story was originally posted on 1/3/2023 by double-sided-tf

Ian and I had been best buds since we were kids. We always did everything together, from school clubs to video games to just hanging out and talking. It was like we were brothers, except he wasn’t my actual brother or anything. But Ian was more than a friend—he was family.

Everything changed though once we started college. He stopped discussing film theory with me for fun and took up watching sports and drinking beer. His shrimpy frame seemed to have become bound with muscle overnight and he was hanging out with all the frat bros and even in talks of joining the university football team. Worst off, he ditched me to hang out with his new ‘bros’ and treated me like I hardly even existed.

I tried bringing it up to him at first but he’d get defensive and say that he really hadn’t changed at all and I was just making it up. Before long he stopped hanging out with me and moved into the fraternity without even saying anything to me.

It hurt having someone I was so close with just sideline me like. To just treat me how a typical jocks treats a nerd. I couldn’t take it and after having a rather shitty day, I just needed my best friend. That night when I went over to his house to try and vent too I never could have expected what was to come . When I knocked on the door he answered wearing nothing but his boxers, and had a slack jawed and dull expression on his face. He looked like a dumb meathead rather than the brainy friend I used to know.

“Hey man,” I said as I walked in. “I know you don’t like me bothering you much anymore, but are you busy?”

“Yeah, man,” He said. “I’m about to party with my bros so you gotta make it quick.”

He walked past me and sat down on the couch with a bottle of beer in hand. I followed him over and sat next to him. I could smell his bo and could tell he obviously hadn’t showered today which made me nose cringe in disgust. However, I didn’t want to be rude so I didn’t make a comment about it. Instead I said “What happened to you Ian? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“You really wanna talk about this?” He asked before taking a gulp of his beer.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, okay then,” He said. “I’m only going to let you onto this because we used to be best buds or whatever.”

Him saying how we just used to be friends hurt but I’d didn’t let him know that so I let him continue, “I was nothing bot a scrawny little bitch my whole life but when I started college, the guys here helped me bro out. You don’t get how much easier it is to not constantly have to rely on your brains and shit and just think with your cock for a change. To worry about how big your muscles are and who the next girl your gonna fuck is.I t’s fucking awesome dude! Fuck, I can take two girls home at once now and they both love my massive dick.”

“Wait, Ian, wha—”

He cut me off by asking me if I wanted a drink. I was never much of a drinker but I also knew I couldn’t refuse. He popped the cap off for me as he sat back down. I brought the bottle to my lips and was surprised I liked the taste. I’d always thought beer was disgusting, but it actually tasted good. After a few sips I could feel a warm feeling start to buzz through my body as he continued to speak.

“I’ve got some serious muscles going on and I’m probably gonna join the football team and play tight end. I basically became a gym stud overnight and you’re the only one other than my fraternity brothers who got to watch it happen.”

“That’s great Ian!” I said taking another sip. My clothes began to feel as if they were tight on me and I couldn’t help but wonder if the beer was making me bloated “I’m happy that you’re happy, but why are you telling me all of this now?”

“Because I want you to become one of us dude.” He said with a confident yet sinister smirk

“What?” I asked as the hairs on my arm began to raise on end. “What do you mean?”

“Well what you’re drinking there is what transformed me into the stud you see before you. I figured I’d do you the favor and help you kick your nerdy bullshit and turn you into one of us. Our football team could use a new coach after all.”

I shook my head and couldn’t help but laugh as I took another swig from the bottle. “Really? Me a coach? Wouldn’t I have to be way older and actually know a thing or two about football.”

“You don’t get it yet,” he stated arrogantly “that drink I gave you is literally changing you into the exact man we need you to be. You haven’t even noticed your muscles started growing since we’ve been talking have you.”

I looked down at my arms and saw that they were definitely getting bigger and more defined. I wasn’t bloated at all, my body was changing. I was starting to feel drunk and felt the urge to stand up, to leave before anything else happened. Ian grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down on the couch.

“No, no, just stay where you are and be quiet.” He said. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

His words were starting to have an effect on me and I was beginning to feel excited. I wanted to run away but the beer had made my mind feel fuzzy and it was getting harder to think. My cock was hardening in my jeans and I found myself wanting to touch it, but before I could feel the urge to touch myself, my chest began to grow. My tank top has been fairly baggy on me but now my muscles were bulging through it and almost bursting out. I could hear my heart beating loudly and feel my breathing becoming heavy as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I couldn’t help but tense my toes as my feet grew as my soles lengthened and grew wider, threatening to burst through my shoes.

Ian began to laugh as he watched my body reshape and take a different form. I tried to stand but fell back down on the couch. The beer was really doing a number on me. Ian was now standing in front of me looking down at me. My shirt strained to contain my expanding chest and I could feel the heat coming from my pecs. I watched as a drop of sweat rolled down my growing bicep and I couldn’t help but stare as my arms grew longer and broader. I was getting hard again as my cock lengthened and thickened inside my jean, creating a noticeable bulge within it’s denim prison. I could feel my balls swell as they began to hang much lower and laid heavy between my thighs.

“Ah, ah,” Ian said mockingly as he placed his hand on my chest and gently massaged it, “you’ll be done changing soon enough.”

My eyes widened as my breath quickened as my body grew and changed. I felt like a different person now. I was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and strong pectorals. My abs were firm and ripped and my arms hung down heavily from my shoulders. My legs began to grow thicker and meatier as my thighs expanded. My jeans were straining to contain my new size and the buttons on my pants were popping off. Ian pulled down the zipper slowly as I watched my cock and balls plop out in all there glory. It was throbbing and pulsating and I could feel precum dripping from its tip and down onto my stomach. I knew I shouldn’t give into my urges and find a way to stop this but I wasn’t strong enough. I had never been more horny in my life so I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began to stroke it.

“That’s right bro, you’re starting to look the part now.” Ian commented.

I could feel myself growing and changing under his hands and I didn’t care anymore. I needed release and I needed it immediately. Hair began to to grow along my arms and on the back of my neck. I could feel Ian’s hand move to my side and begin to massage my bulging bicep muscle. I heard him moan as he kneaded the meat and began to squeeze it. This was all getting to be to much as I felt a prickling in my jawline as a beard grew along the sides of my face. My neck stretched and thickened as my Adam’s apple protruded and became larger, giving me a deeper and more husky voice. Ian released his hands from my body as he stood to watch the rest of my change take effect. I could feel my groin itch as healthy amount of pubic hair popped to life below my cock. I could feel the pressure building inside my cock as everything that made me the nerd I am emptied into my ballsack and was being turned into cum.

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As I sat there stroking my cock, I could feel my once flat ass begin to round out and shape itself. My jeans could not contain my new muscular bottom as it slipped out from under the waistband. I was about to blow my load as my balls tightened up and began to churn with cum. I couldn’t help but look up to Ian with a smirk as my final changes came into effect. I could feel my skin growing rough as my began to age rapidly. It wasn’t long before I looked more like a man in his thirties, rather than the young 20 year old I had been.

I smiled at him as I stroked my cock. I could sense that he was getting excited by watching my transformation. I didn’t care though, I just wanted to cum. It didn’t matter if shooting my load meant giving up my old life. Becoming this stud of a man seemed far more interesting and it was exciting to think that I would be the coach of all these cool guys. Plus I’d get Ian back and that what I wanted most. I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I wanted to cum. No needed to cum. I needed to shoot my load all over my new sexy body.

Ian broke out laughing as he saw my eyes roll back into my head. My dick twitched and spasmed as I could feel my balls explode. Thick ropes of cum shot out of my cock and splattered against my stomach and chest. As it pumped out the old me was fastly leaving with it. I kept stroking my cock as rope after rope of hot cum oozed forth from my throbbing member, it felt like it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon either as I began to fully except this new reality. I looked down and saw that my shirt covered with my cock juice. It was making its way down my stomach, eventually dripping off my balls and slipping between my meaty thighs. The room was filled with the smell of sperm and I felt so dirty yet so satisfied.

“Holy shit!” Ian exclaimed as he watched my cock fire off one final shot. I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes as I felt my body react to the massive orgasm, as my dick finally stopped.

“Wow dude,” I said as I opened my eyes again to see Ian’s triumphant smirk. “That was the best orgasm of my life. I’ll be whatever you guys want me to be if this is how things are going to from here on out.”

“We just need you to be the teams coach dude,” he said, “anything else you do with this body of yours is up to you man.”

“I like that idea!” I said enthusiastically.

“Now that you emptied your ball batter all over yourself though, you need to take a shower man. why don’t you go clean yourself up.”

“Alright bro, you got it,” I said, rising to my feet and looking down at my cock. I couldn’t believe it. I was no longer the nerdy kid I used to be, but the new stud who was now standing in front of Ian. I gently squeezed the last few drops of jizz out of my cock head and walked into the bathroom to wash myself. Fuck, I was excited to see where this new life would lead me. I couldn’t help but wonder who I could sink this monster of cock into first. Ian was the tightend on the team anyhow. Maybe as his coach I could do some convincing to let me see if he lived up to the name.

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faiaemburemwhoo · 9 days ago

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Barbearcue

Trevor doubts his boyfriend can host a real barbecue for their friends. After ordering the grill, both men find themselves gaining more than experience as their summer shindig draws near.

Age Progression/Bear TF! Who knew grilling could be so transformative? Hope you enjoy this tale of boyfriends becoming the old married couple they were always to be in time! -Occam

Charlie always prided himself on his abilities as a host. Usually it was game nights or Sex and The City rewatches, y’know stuff his crew of queens and nerdy twinks are expected to do. As the days quickly soared past warm and into searing, their little ragtag bunch started tossing around ideas for a proper summer shindig.

He wasn’t sure which among their bitchy friends suggested a barbecue, but as soon as it was floated everyone hopped on the idea. Charlie was sure they were trying to get a rise out of him or otherwise push his buttons, but the young man was already rising to the occasion.

“What do you think babe? Gas or charcoal grill?”

His boyfriend Trevor sighs as Charlie settles into his lap, knowing it’s already far too late to convince Trev to reneg on this idea. Weeks into his campaign on convincing Charlie to do something more sensible, Trevor has thrown in the towel and hopped onboard. Pointing at a random grill he offers his clear grilling expertise, “I mean what’s the difference right? Just do that one?”

Following Trevor’s haphazard finger, Charlie has half a mind to suggest his boyfriend isn’t taking this seriously enough. But then he sees the grill, and he can bring himself to look away. Trev’s saying something but Charlie can’t quite make it out as the sound of sizzling meat fills his ears, vision clouded by imaginary smoke that he can almost smell. His face reddens from heat that isn’t there. It’s perfect.

Eventually he comes to as his boyfriend shakes his shoulder, “All good babe?” He slowly nods as Trev continues, “Good, good- I was just thinking, don’t you think someone with a pool should probably host? I mean, it’s hot right? What kinda-” he’s stunned to silence as Charlie grabs his jaw in more brusque a manner than he intended.

Turning to him with his expression bordering on a scowl, he releases his grip and responds, “We’ve already decided this babe, we’re hosting. Besides, I already ordered the thing.” Even as he says it he realizes it’s not true- he hadn’t placed the order yet. Or he would’ve sworn he hadn’t? Before he even had a chance to double take his laptop pings with both an order confirmation and shipping date.

By Friday the pair were to be brand new owners of their new Grill-Master. Charlie awaits some retort from his boyfriend, but Trevor’s still stuck on how out of character it was for Charlie to grab his face like that. He wasn’t bothered by it, not in the expected way at least.

Really it was way hotter than it had any right to be. Trevor smirks as he jokes silently to himself that maybe this whole mess’ll man his boyfriend up a bit. Playing coy and hiding just how suddenly needy he is, Trevor learn in close for kiss, “Well, In for a penny I guess-”

While he’s in for a pound, it’s clear the stress of this impending shindig is affecting Charlie far more than it should. As soon as the grill arrives, Charlie sets to setting it up like a bat out of hell. By the time Trevor prepares some espresso and half thinks-up a bit, he wanders to the backyard to find Charlie’s grease covered hands already lighting the thing up, “Hah Hah! Oh ye of little faith, those bitches are gonna have the best burgers of their lives!”

Trev feels tension leave his shoulders hearing Charlie celebrate. He does seem quite the natural at this whole grilling thing, he tosses around the idea of ordering some novelty apron for him as he sneaks up behind his boyfriend for a hug. Throwing his arms around Charlie as he messes with fobs on the Grill-Master, he notices that his arms don’t reach as far around his boyfriend’s waist as they should, as they always have.

Before he can pay too much attention to the man’s slightly altered figure however, Charlie nuzzles into the cheek on his shoulder. Trevor recoils in shock as the face rubbing against his own scratches like sandpaper. Falling back a couple steps he balks as Charlie turns to reveal patchy stubble decorating his jaw, “Everything alright Trev?”

For their whole time together he’s never known Charlie to sport peach fuzz let alone stubble that must’ve taken a few days to grow. Racking his mind as he tries to understand how a face he sees more than his has grown such dense stubble without his notice. On the note of his inattention, lost to distraction Trevor doesn’t notice as Charlie closes the distance between them.

Now pulling Trev into a hug, allowing him to feel the new weight on his midsection, firm muscle between a barely present new layer of fat. Arms more muscular than he knows them to be, thicker biceps that threw together a grill in record time yank him close as he leans down to whisper into Trevor’s ear, once more scratching his face with new prickly stubble, “So babe, whaddya want for dinner?”

Biting his lip, Trevor tries to maintain his focus, but hearing his lover’s performatively raspy voice leaves him with little recourse but to melt in his arms. Worries fade away as he retires to an outdoor sectional. He may as well be kicking his feet and giggling as he watches Charlie work masterfully at the grill.

When dinner is served he is shocked at just how good a job Charlie did. I mean he’s no chef but he thought most of grilling was prep work and he didn’t remember his boyfriend doing anything of the sort. Before he can offer compliments to the chef, he’s interrupted by Charlie slamming a filthy hand into the table and, after a barely muted burp, exclaiming “Man! That’s a damn good burger huh, hun?”

The words are like a freight train to Trev’s psyche, Charlie simply wouldn’t act like that. His eyes flicker from the greasy burger in his hands to the ever so slightly strained shirt Charlie has on. Something’s not right, something’s different. Unfortunately, after taking a thoughtless bite of the burger, his senses are swayed from pursuit as the intense flavor dulls any sense of concern.

The next few days leading up to the party continue like this. Trevor notices something strange shifting in his lover, some new hair in the drain, a beard growing thicker, more muscle decorating his upper body. His voice and mindset edging coarser, gruffer. He tries to question how his lover has stopped shaving, how a few curls have begun to peek up from Charlie’s neckline, but every query is waved off.

Trevor sees smile lines etching deeper near Charlie’s eyes as he prepares the grill for another dinner. Since it arrived he’s used every chance he gets to use the grill, easily pointing to the party as an excuse to hone his culinary expertise. And each time the meals he produces are all the better, Charlie’s talents progress far more than should be possible, almost directly correlating with every other impossible change that Trev can barely bring himself to notice.

Finally the morning of their little summer barbecue arrives. Trevor awakens to find Charlie stretching at the edge of the bed, grunting and complaining that his back feels worse for wear. Blearily rubbing his eyes, Trevor gasps as he finally takes in just how much his lover has changed. Somehow built more than he ever has been despite spending less time at the gym in the leadup to today. All over his form new copses of hair have sprouted, a jungle covers his chest while forests surge across his thicker waist and up from his burlier mitts.

Trev only stirs as the man he can barely recognize calls out to him in a huskier voice, “Alright there hun? Look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Beneath the thick mustache, Trevor sees the same tilted smile his lover has always had. Seeing it now puts his racing heart at ease. It almost reminds him of their wedding, uh, day?

Turning to look at the ring on Charlie’s ring finger, Trevor almost faints out from shock. Charlie races to his side before he can start to fall, “Hey hey hey honey!? It’s just a party, you know you can take it easy yeah?” Searching his face to find some semblance of reality, Trevor’s mouth tries to point out that Charlie didn’t use to call him honey.

Feeling a cold ring wrap around his own finger he resigns himself to whatever is going on, he’ll just play along. This is a dream, as soon as it ends he’ll wake up. And he’ll absolutely refuse to let his husb- boyfriend buy a grill, “Ugh- yeah, yeah I’m good, enough. So what’s the move for getting ready then?”

Lurching to his feet, he pays no mind as his own body has slowly begun to change. Slowly creeping up from wider, thicker soled feet his legs begin to coat with furry curls. Hidden underneath a blanket clutched to keep warm as he wanders to a pot of coffee in the kitchen, his own chest is patterned with a jungle of hair that already begins to rival Charlie’s.

He’s never really liked black coffee, but as his uh- husband pours two cups and immediately starts drinking he hasn’t the will to do anything but do the same. Scratching his jaw, Trev is uncomfortable with the sound of scratchy stubble as it creeps across his face. He’s always wanted a real beard. Refusing to acknowledge it any further, he turns to appreciate the profile of the steaming dark roast in his hand.

Watching Trevor stare off into the middle distance, with every sip of his own cup a joe Charlie’s stubble thickens and fills into a proper beard. With each taste he lets loose some grunt of satisfaction that Trevor feels should irk him, but instead he feels only affection. Such is the way after so many years of marriage he supposes, for a second that is. Then he rolls his eyes at himself for playing along a little too well. This does nothing to stay the muscle beginning to creep its way onto his form as years and experience continue to pile on him.

“Well Trev, I was thinkin’ I’ll probably get started grilling so it’s ready when the boys get in. And you can go ‘head and make sure the pool’s good to go.”

Trevor almost does a spit take before quickly swallowing and landing on laughter instead. “The pool huh? Guess I’ll prep the valet as well” Rather than latching on or continuing what must be a bit, Charlie treats the statement as real, “Oh you hired a valet? I don’t think any of the boys are gonna be driving y’know?”

Hearing Charlie refer to their friends as the boys twice in such short order for some reason sets him on edge. “Why are you saying that, the boys- like they’re so much younger than us?” Charlie puffs up his cheeks and scratches the back of his head. As he stands there his hair and beard begin to prickle with some greying hairs as across his muscular form, his initially defined muscle almost begins to readjust with age.

Feeling he’s stepped in it somehow he tiptoes around the subject, “Well Trev, I guess- I’m certainly no spring chicken, and you’re not that much younger y’know?” His eye twitches, they were always the same age. But looking at the man in front of him, scouring his memories, he does not find what age that is. Whatever. He gets back to the actual sticking point, “Sure. Fine, we’re decrepit hags- why are you bringing up a pool we don’t have.”

Tilting his head in confusion, Charlie halts preparing his grilling accoutrement and instead opens the blinds to their backyard. Trevor forgets even the wedding ring on his finger as he sees their backyard transformed entirely, surrounded by a few tables and an even more professional grilling set up than he remembered, there is a pristine swimming pool. He can scarcely find his tongue in his mouth as he stares at the glistening wind tossed waves splashing.

Not aware of the mental strain his husband is currently struggling through, Charlie simply laughs as he watches his lover sprint to the water and begin splashing it on his face. For half a second he recognizes it as a desperate attempt to wake oneself up, but such a thought is easy to make sense of. Trev’s just sleepy, yeah.

With a grunt Charlie hoists up as much meat as he can handle and wanders into the backyard too, humming to himself as Trev continues with whatever he’s doing. Lighting his grill and setting out his tools, Charlie feels content as he begins his favorite thing in the world. Trev playfully calling him a grill dad echoes through his mind, but as he stands at the helm of the barbecue, he can’t help but agree.

A beer materializes in his hands as he begins his joyous work. Words of caution from a doctor echo through his head as he takes his first sip, awfully early start to the day but shittt- he’s grilling! He’s gonna take it easy, besides if he chills maybe Trev’ll follow in his footsteps.

Setting the first meats on the tray, he continues daydrinking with every laid dog and placed patty. And as he does so something other than age begins to creep onto Charlie’s form. His tanned torso begins to expand as a few extra pounds begin to hang over his waistband. Trev always did say he wanted a bigger boy. Charlie grins as he pats his stomach as his gut slowly creeps larger.

Abs he only had for a few days in real time are promptly covered and then buried as he becomes the prototypical grill dad. No one wants a thin chef of course. Smoke and steam rising from the grill act as fertilizer to his new form, sending even more hair cascading across his burgeoning belly as his hairline begins to creep upward, more strands disappearing with every gained pound and indulgent drink.

Seconds standing there, stomach in hand patting its amassing mass, turn to minutes as he debates whether to go for his blase ‘kiss the chef’ or ‘I cook bear naked’ apron just thinking of them sends the man into a laughing fit. His uproarious guffaws made even louder and deeper by his heavier form finally stir his husband from his pathetic mumblings.

Still poolside, Trevor looks up with wild eyes to find that his husband has continued to change even in spite of his pitiable attempts to wake. Mouth drier than dry as he looks up to find the man of his dreams standing behind the grill, hair growing greyer as his torso expands into a perfect, hair covered beer gut. Of course, that’s nothing new, Chuck- er Charlie’s always been the man of his dreams.

He said as much in his wedding vows? He’s pretty sure? Perhaps thankfully, seeing the man at peace preparing for the festivities, Trevor can’t help but begin to give into the new lives apparently thrust upon them. Just as Chuck had hoped. Feeling something dance in his stomach, and something more concretely rise in his shorts, Trevor stares at his husband of oh so many years and smiles.

Memories of their extended time together lengthen and blur in Trevor’s mind as his form races to catch up to Chuck’s. Hair pushes out from every square inch available on his form. While staring at Chuck’s grabbable gut does more than ignite passion in himself, Trev has always taken care to spend more time on his physique as the years crept by. Age a prime concern for any once twink, as smile lines began to show on his bearded face he only took that as a sign to hit the gym harder.

He did always try not to let aging bother him too much, after all he always wanted to set a good example for the younger generation. And the years have been quite kind, for himself and for Chuck. As a few grey curls begin to join the garden of fur that coats him from head to toe, Trevor stands and wanders to his husband’s side, only groaning a bit as he does so- fair enough, it feels as if he’d sat there on concrete for decades.

Scratching his new beard on his husband’s shoulder, he whines in a voice rougher, “Ughh- no one ever said being so- distinguished would make you feel so tired all the time~” Chuck offers that half-bit a snort, “Think that’s just about all they say about bein’ old hun.”

Huffing to himself, Trevor asks if his husband needs any help around the grill. Chuck reminds him he’s lucky that he’s even being allowed this close to his perfectly ordered set-up, “Nah, you just go relax and make sure the pool’s all ready to go.” He could tell something was bothering Trev earlier, but looking into his husband’s eyes, even as he made his meek little appeal, it’s clear that some weight had been lifted from him.

As the hour of the party proper approaches, both men settle into their new selves. The perfect host finishes his preparation and grills more food than their guests would ever possibly eat, though he’s already prepared to-go containers for them all- these kids, never eating enough! Relaxing as commanded, Trevor’s mind being allowed peace finally adjusts to the new world, his hair growing grey as his husband’s hairline thins in rapidity.

And then the time finally arrives. In the end the pair do a wonderful job making sure that every twink, cub, butch, and doll in attendance cools off and feels safe. Chuck always strives to make sure his guests feel at home, and never is there a person he welcomes into his home that would be anything short of ecstatic to return. His new grill centric strengths having done nothing to dull his perfect host’s instincts.

Watching his husband do as good a job as ever from the pool, Trev can’t help but join in on the hosting fun. While the headline is of course his husband’s truly Michelin star cooking, should they offer those to home chefs, Trevor similarly enthralls their guests in a way only a gay old queen can. The younger folk find themselves drifting over to the man in the pool, waiting on bated breath as stories drip like honey from Trevor’s mouth.

The gaps in his memory fill in as he finishes his transformation into the perfect partner for Chuck, and his husband does the same in turn. By the time their guests leave, the two men who began the week as twenty something twinks shift into their final form of furry queer elders. Decorated with wrinkles and enough fur to clog their pool drain.

Trevor apologizes for pressing his husband so hard at the start of this little operation, for the life of him he can’t even recall why he’d ever discourage his husband from grilling! As in literally, it doesn’t make sense. But hey, all things change in time. The pair do a wonderful job doting on their guests and making sure their gayborhood block should be well fed for the next few days.

Finally when the guests leave do the husbands get a moment to enjoy the summer day themselves. No party pressing down on them or strange confusing episodes rising up. No, now the two halves of one whole simply get to enjoy the lives in which they find themselves.

Trevor sips on his drink as he watches Chuck finally step away from his grill and float on the pool. Truly the best host- the best husband anyone could ask for. Trev’d clean the grill for him as he dozes but he’s sure he’d get chewed out for messing with such a prized possession. No, for now he’ll just repose, and wait for whatever life sees fit to bestow upon them next.

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Some Strong Weed

Another RP with @jakelandry

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He went out for a simple camping trip with his friends but they found a plant that only one of them seemed to be able to identify. His friend said it was some kind of super weed. "If you have it it gets you like super high,“ the other guys in the group seemed to think it was a good idea but none of them wanted to try it. Only Kyle was brave enough.

The whole group took out their regular weed while Kyle rolled a new blunt with the supposed super weed. He took one puff and already started to feel hot. A few minutes in and he was already sweating bullets. He felt sick, his friends didn’t look too worried through their glassy gazes. Kyle stood up and stripped down to his briefs to try and cool himself. He staggered over to where they kept their water bottles, but leaned against their tree. His whole body felt sore. His fingers began to dig into the bark he was supporting his hand on.

“Damn…” he cursed grabbing the tree even tighter. He couldn’t believe how hot he felt. It was like his entire body was on fire. And it had to be some real dank kush cause he couldn’t think straight either. If anything he kind of enjoyed the high feeling he was getting. Little by little he felt his head go a little bit lighter. He laughed at the feeling but grabbed the tree even tighter in his grasp. It easily was crushed underneath his grasp.

Kyle rested his other hand on his straightened forearm. The swelling muscle pushed his thick fingers apart. “Dudes, I’m growing like a balloon,” he chuckled dumbly. Meanwhile his back rippled with sinew as his shoulders began to broaden. He felt so stiff and tight, like he needed to stretch. He decided to roll his shoulders. With every rotation his shoulders pushed out a few more inches until he had a very desirable V-taper.

Every passing second his body was growing just a little bit bigger. He was too much in his own head to notice it though. His chubbier frame was replaced by a far more muscular one. He was nearly the same size but the fat that had accumulated on his arms and legs was rapidly turning into muscle. The other guys looked up at his shirtless body. "Dude put some clothes on man,“ one of them threw a shirt at him. Even in Kyle’s dazed state he caught it expertly. “Alright man…” he shifted the weight between his feet and tried to get the shirt on. It was tough getting the large shirt over his shoulders and onto his body. He normally wore them but it just seemed so tight right now. After the struggle he was able to get it on but it was rapidly tightening to his frame. He laughed dumbly at the sensation again. “ ‘Ey bro i think this shirt is too small,” the other guys looked at him and laughed too. It didn’t even come down to his belly button and showed off the bottom part of his abs.

The hem of the shirt was quickly receding up the remainder of his abs, not just because of his steadily increasing height, but also due to the round pecs protruding from his chest. Thick nipples were pressed against the fabric of his shirt. “I should take this off, ” he mumbled to himself. He reached behind himself to grab the shirt but the size of his biceps caused the sleeves to burst. “Hey check it out guys, I have sleevebustin’ biceps!” He roared with laughter, his voice much deeper than before. He started flexing his biceps and bouncing his pecs for his own amusement.

The guys watched and laughed along with him. They could hear the rips coming right off the shirt. Kyle was going to give them a show. He reached up and did a double bicep pose showing off his massive arms. “Fuck yeah,” he cursed. His thoughts were even cloudier than before. All he could think about was the size and strength in his muscles. He flexed again feeling the blood pour into each one making them that much bigger. Veins bulged out of his skin as the massive amounts of blood flowed throughout his body. He flexed his body. “Lookin good,” one of the guys leaned back on the log he was on. Kyle beamed at the complement. His dick hardened in his underwear. The average size cock pushed out the front halfway down his leg. “Damn right I look good,” he flexed again.

Turning to the side, he gave a side chest pose, which not only showed off his now-massive pecs, but also his increasingly impressive bulge. When he turned around Kyle ended up mooning his group of stoned friends, which they all found hilarious. His ass has ballooned out into a firm, but bouncy bubble butt. The curve of his glutes had pushed the tight fabric of his briefs down.

Kyle ate the reaction up. He loved the attention the other guys were giving him. He dipped even lower showing everything off. His underwear barely stayed attached as his butt grew even bigger. It finally snapped as he bent down touching his massive feet. “Dude! Why you bareass nekked?” one of the guess laughed. “Dunno…” Kyle moaned. His hands started to feel around his new massive body. He could help but tweak his nipples as he pushed up against them. His dick throbbed at the sensation. The average 5 incher had nearly doubled in length and thickness. Even his larger hand had trouble grasping it. He stroked it in front of the other guys and they just laughed it off. None of them seemed to care that he was practically masturbating. “Guess I’m feelin horny.” “Dude, when ain’t you?”

Kyle continued to play with his nipples, flex his abs, and gyrate his hips. His entire body feeling like one big, giant aching sex organ. His body fat dipped below 4%, leaving his body highly shredded and very sensitive. The breeze around him danced across his skin. “Dude, I’m like really, really horny,” he grunted as he began thrusting his hips forward lewdly. Meanwhile his face began to morph. His lips plumped up and his teeth turned a healthy, brilliant white. His cheekbones grew higher and his eyes deeper set in his skull. His eyes that were once a dark brown, now an intense green.

“When ain’t cha?” the same guy laughed. “C'mon buddy we’re just tryin ta have sum fun.” He got up from his side of the camp and walked over to Kyle. He stood in front of Kyle and for a second realized just how big of a guy he was. “Woah…” he moaned looking up past his pecs to his face. Kyle was a good head taller than him. He thought he could remember them being about the same height but right now that didn’t seem to make any sense. He took another drag of his joint. His free hand dipped down to his shorts and rubbed the boner he was sporting. The hard dick grew even harder. “Bro…” he leaned into Kyle’s chest, feeling the heavy chest.

Kyle moaned deeply as he felt his friend’s face press into his meaty pec. He thrust his throbbing ,clothed cock against his friend’s average thigh. It felt so good to grind on him. Wrapping his thick arms around his curious friend, Kyle trapped him in an erotic embrace. “Fuck, I just feel so fuckin’ hot right now. Fuck.” He grunted. Kyle wasn’t one to curse a lot, but not the words slipped out of his mouth with ease.

“Fuck yeah,” his friend agreed. He could already feel some sweat pooling on his shirt. As he grinded up against Kyle he just seemed to get even hotter. But he enjoyed every second of it. Even if he’d never thought of his friend that way he couldn’t let go. Something about Kyle just kept drawing him in. It was the sight of his huge sexy muscle, the sound of his deep confident voice, the feel of their hard strength, the smell of his dick dripping down onto his leg, the salty taste of his sweat dripping down his pec. He didn’t want to let go. He held on tighter. But he wanted more. The seconds he let go to drop his own pants felt like an eternity until he latched back onto Kyle. A part of his mind told him this was off. Something about his want to be right next to Kyle wasn’t right. How he wanted Kyle to hold him down and fuck him in the ass. But another part welcomed it. He kept grinding up and down. Feeling that hard heavy cock in front of him.

Kyle grinned, seeing the growing hunger in his friend’s eyes. He looked over to his two other stoner buddies and saw both of them, jerking off to the scene unfolding in front of them. With a cocky smirk, he placed a large hand on his friend’s shoulder and beamed down at him. His other hand ripped off his too tight briefs, unleashing his massive ten inch fuckrod. “How about you smoke on this pipe?”

“Hehe,“ he laughed stupidly. All he could think about was the massive dick pointed directly at him. He dropped to his knees and opened up wide. He didn’t have much practice with a real dick but in college he’d joked around with some of the guys with what he could fit into his mouth. It made his mouth more than flexible enough to fit the whole thing in. He tried to contain his excitement and go slow; reminding himself to breath through his nose. But when Kyle’s massive hand held onto the back of his head and that deep moan escaped his mouth he nearly lost control. His own dick was ready to burst.

Facefucking was new to Kyle, but his hips were pistoning his cock in and out of his friend’s throat with expertise, knowing when to let him breathe, and when to mercilessly fuck his throat. On the other hand, his friend was taking the cock like a pro. He hadn’t sucked much cock before, but the lack of a gag reflex surely helped. Fitting the whole cock in his mouth required a good bit of stretching, but it worked. He used his tongue and flexed his throat to make Kyle moan in lust.

Kyle’s head dipped back as he felt himself coming closer. Just feeling the passion in his friend’s attempt was enough to make him moan even louder. He tried to hold on enjoying the feeling but it was growing too much. He held back but it wasn’t happening. His dick shot a heavy load right down into his friend’s throat. Kyle’s body thrust wildly as each new come blast shot into his friend.

His friend was barely able to handle the large influx of cum rushing down his throat. He had to get off Kyle’s cock. Luckily Kyle had released his friend’s head. He took a breath of fresh hair as his face took a few more volleys of cum. His over cock has soaked his underwear with cum too. His breathes were deep, but relaxed as he looked up at Kyle. "Fuck, I’ve got to try some of that weed too.”

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faiaemburemwhoo · 9 days ago

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Reason to: Steal That Gym Gear

Because it belonged to JC, the sweaty gym hunk that always managed to drive you wild with his thick, muscular form as if he's a rugby player or something.

Plus, his incredibly mouth-watering musk that always hit you everytime you were in his vicinity, causing your cock to instantly hardened as soon as your nose inhaled a whiff of that potent, earthy yet salty musk combined perfectly with his preferred aquatic scent. You would never expect a man that.....beastly, to be quite refined in his scent preference, or maybe he's just self-aware of his own musk and masked it with that alluring aquatic scent

The opportunity to bury yourself in his scent presented itself as he left his damp white compression tank, matching basketball shorts and that gigantic size 13 shoes and wet, musty socks unattended right on the bench in front of his locker. And of course you took that, not just sniffing it right then and there, but to eventually grabbed it altogether as you made your run before anyone found out the scrawny janitor stole the 102 kg gym beefcake entire wardrobe.

What you didn't expect is for the session to turn into something so much more delightful as every usage of the article inflated your muscles, thickened your bones, bubbled up that flat ass of yours and caused your cock to hardened to an incredible length your own cock would never achieve as its pinkish color turned slightly darker to match JC's Latino cock. Before long, you already reeked and steamed your own car as you were lost in your own as self-worship as you assumed JC's form, down to every single facial hair and even scar in his pubic area from the bitch with that long nails.

Guess you will need to take more of your clothing from the locker room, it's not possible to only go out with a compression tanktop and basketball shorts for every single occasion after all

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faiaemburemwhoo · 9 days ago

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faiaemburemwhoo · 10 days ago

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Heavy Studies

Jerry just couldn't seem to focus. Every time he felt he was getting into the groove of writing his thesis, something bothered him. First it was the mail man with a package, then his mom asking if everything was going well at school, his neighbor complaining about the noise, which didn't even come from his house, then his boss berating him for not being able to work an extra shift.

After about 2 hours he rubbed his eyes and got up from behind his desk. He needed a break, a small reset, a clean slate.

He walked into his kitchen and saw the package he had received earlier. He decided that a small serotonin boost from a gift couldn't hurt, so he opened up the small cardboard box.

Inside he found a salve. He frowned, and picked up a small card that was inside the box. Rakurai Inc. New and improved Focus Cream. Nothing else.

With a raised eyebrow he unscrewed the lid and a pungent smell immediately assaulted his nostrils. Jerry stumbled back due to the inhaled attack. As he did, he realised the smell reminded him of something.

He couldn't quite place it, but eventually he decided that it must be Vicks.

"Focus Cream... maybe the scent subconsciously makes you focus?" Jerry mumbled to himself.

With a shrug he took of his shirt, and while dabbing some on his fingers, he walked over to the mirror and rubbed some of the cream on his chest. A tiny warm prickle eminated from where the cream touched his chest. His lanky frame shuddered. Jerry decided he was probably supposed to put some more in, and dug his finger tips into the container, and scooped up a clod of cream. Absentmindedly lathering it on, Jerry didn't notice he had put the whole container on his chest, and didn't notice the instructions on the bottom of the tin.

With new found vigor, Jerry began typing away at his thesis. His fingers were flying over the keyboard, paragraphs almost writing themselves. Slowly, Jerry started leaning closer to his screen, the tapping slowing down a bit. The frantic noise of keys changed. Instead of the high rung mechanical noises, soft taps. The taps turned into thuds, heavier and louder by the second. Eventually the amount of symbols in the document ceased changing, and Jerry looked down. Instead of his hands typing away, his hands were wrapped around a giant dick, cupping massive balls. Not that he could see them, because two massive pecs were blocking his view. What he did see however was the massive amount of drool glistening and slicking up said pecs. Entranced by the massive mounds of flesh, Jerry moved his hands to it, leaving the groin he was fondling. Two bulging bisceps came into view as he groped the ginormous globes. A loud, low moan escaped his lips as someone also squeezed his pecs. But wait, thats weird he didn't have pecs. Looking again Jerry finally realised the huge hooters were his, and so were the giant arms, thick rod, hanging balls and from the feel of it, bulbous ass, and trunk like legs.

A chuckle escaped Jerry's throat as his melons began dancing again, a new layer of saliva making them shine in the light of his appartment. With his thesis finished, it was time for fun, and with these enourmous, hanging assets, he knew just what to do.

In the corner of his room, the tin of cream was lying on the floor. "3 fingertips of cream for the preferred area, muscle growth will focus in the aforementioned area, so make sure to clean off any unwanted areas. Perfect for those pesky muscles you don't want to train. Rakurai Inc. Is not liable for any side effects.

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faiaemburemwhoo · 10 days ago

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As far as I’m concerned, pokemon villain writing peaked with Guzma. Legitimately worried about the erosion of culture due to hyper-tourism surrounding their sacred rites and practices. Abused as a child, ran away from home to start his countries only youth hostel for similarly troubled kids, and funds it with crime. Bug type specialist, with an ace that is mostly known for its first stage being cowardly. Cultivates a big scary persona as a defense mechanism to protect himself and his members, no one can beat big bad Guzma, so they don’t have to be afraid anymore. His grunts trust him enough to ask him for help when they screw up, despite the fact that they all come from troubled homes. Was so significant that pokemon switched from having cartoonishly evil bad guys and teams to the current model of “sympathetic and understandable antagonist that has some very good points, even as they oppose the protagonist, and is in some way actively doing good in their community by supporting those who are the most in need of assistance, due to some legitimate failing of the current system.” There is a cartoon villain looming behind him, but they’re a twist and not the main team presented. Everyone wants to be him, but they can never replicate the perfection that is this man.

Thank you for your service Guzma

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faiaemburemwhoo · 10 days ago

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Avengers Disassembled

A 5 part story!

Brad breathed a sigh of relief as he finally spotted captain America in plain clothes walk though the warehouse doors. Super heros were never respectful of the time of the people who were trying to destroy them. The broad shouldered avengers walked cautiously though the entry way, shield held gingerly at his side. Brad had submitted a desperate anonymous call for help on a non police frequency and he had figured that the star spangled hero would show up. He smirked from the shadowy crate wall he was hiding in; getting ready to make his entrance. It wasn't so much that he hated superheros. That whole loki buisness in 2012 was super annoying. It's just that he had never forgiven the avengers for using his brand new buic as a shield against the alien invaders. Brad grimaced, standing up and walking out into the light. He hadn't even finished paying off the damn thing.

"Captain! Good of you to finally arrive, I only submitted that call 15 minutes ago!" He said strutting confidently into the open. Captain america froze. In a confused almost battle stance with his head cocked to the side.

"Are you with the young lady that submitted the tip that their was human trafficking activity in this warehouse?

Brad gave an annoyed look. His voice didn't sound that feminine. Yet another reason to dislike these Neanderthals of superheros.

"Yes sir, I'm glad you're here. I've been dying to meet you."

There was no way for the super soldier to know this, but Brad had been gifted with supernatural abilities ever since he had saved a cosmic being from being discovered by the media. The gross looking little alien had told him to only use the power to make the world a better place or some bullcrap like that. Brad grinned as his eyes started to glow bright green. The way he saw it, fixing the avengers like this was doing everyone a favor.

"Son," captain america said in a tired voice. " if this is for another Instagram stunt I am very disappointed"

Brad rolled his eyes as he prepared to rework captain America's reality. The superhero continued on

"I'm tired of all the kids your age only caring about their own popularity."

Brad smiled. Bingo

" captain," Brad said with a laugh

"Don't you mean kids OUR age?"

The super hero didn't even get the chance to comment on brads terrible pun as Brad snapped his fingers and a flash of light enveloped the hero.

The hero could only blink as every part of his identity melted away and his reality was rewritten.

Brad always liked watching this process. It was a huge turn on. The heros face started to reconstruct itself as a Latin tan spread up his neck. His previously blonde turned a beautiful black and began to curl. A dark goatee appeared on his face for only a moment as his ethnicity finished changing. Brad was ridiculously attraced to this new latinized super soilder, and debated stopping the reality alteration right there. He sighed and let the transformation continue, sure the end product would be even better.

As the world continued shifting around them, the new and improved captain america began to age backwards. His inflated muscles began to soften to a more aesthetic, cute size. He quickly lost height. Shrinking down until he stood roughly 5 foot 8. A pouty smolder appeared on his face as his clothing shifted. The plain fabric he had been wearing changed material to a more sporty nylon. A college ruby logo appeared on his shirt. Finally the pants he had been wearing traveled up his bulging legs and became a pair of short work out shorts that framed his now soft bubble butt nicely. His shield collapsed in on itself until it was a musky gym bag.

The room around them blurred and transformed into the local college gym. Brad smiled and snapped his fingers as the transformation finished. The new 22 year man in front of him shook his head, as if waking up from a trance. Brad spoke up

"Carlos! Dude it's good to see ya bro!"

The new man in front of him grinned and came in for a side hug.

Brad bro! It's been forever, I didn't know you worked out here! Hey you still thinking about joining the rugby team here? Me and the guys could use someone like you!

Brad shook his head, happy the transformation had resulted in this new hottie he could get along with

" naw hernandez, I know your the captain of the team but I'm not really built for that haha."

The new carlos laughed it off and winked at Brad.

" fair enough big guy, hey let's hang out later? I gotta hit the showers before classes. "

" Sure thing dude, just be sure to send me a post workout pic. You know I love seeing the pump."

The once supersoldier, now college hunk smiled and gave the thumbs up. With that he strutted away to the locker room. Brad was happy with the work he had done and started looking for the exit of this gym he had been transported to. It was always hard for him to get used to the new memories the reality altering brought about.

As he made his way through the university his phone buzzed. A message from a number he didn't recognize. He opened it and immediately blushed and grinned. the new Carlos did in fact send over a post work out pic. Brad kept walking towards the exit, trying to ignore the tightness growing in his jeans. For some reason whenever he altered reality the new people usually ended up attracted to him. Not that he was mad about it.

It was incredible how only a few moments ago that stud was an american hero. Now he could serve his community in a different way. As he neared the exit of the building he focused up and started to brainstorm on his phone. Which avenger would he take down next?

Thanks for the interest in the stories everyone. I'll be doing 4 more of these so keep your notifications on haha. If you have any ideas or suggestions feel free to comment or message! Hope you enjoyed.

-Davo

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