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immaculatetfs · 5 months ago

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Dude I saw that post about the dude becoming the football jock but like, upside down, and I gotta say I loved it. Has that ever happened before? Can it happen again? Love the idea of my hands becoming feet, feet becoming hands as a whole new person takes over my upside down self

You groaned as you slowly sat up in your bed, the morning light illuminating your room. With a sigh, you force yourself out of bed, grimacing at the pounding headache behind your eyes. Did you really drink that much last night? Were you really that hungover? You look down at your phone, the brightness bothering you somewhat as you notice several texts from your friends. Apparently something big was happening on the news. You figure it’s probably just another once in a lifetime event. You slowly stand up. You’d look into it in a moment, but only after you took some Tylenol or something.

“What the hell?”

You mumble, becoming acutely aware of your morning wood. It’s not uncommon, but fuck you were hard. And as you rub touch your dick through your shorts, your whole body shakes. The sensation is way too powerful, as if you hadn’t jerked off in weeks. And as that thought enters your brain, you suddenly realize just how horny you are. Your mind flashing with images of hot guys doing all kinds of things to you. You slowly pull down your pants, and fall back onto your bed. Your hand caressing your incredibly sensitive member. Each small touch sending a lightning wave of pleasure through your body. But as your eyes roll back into your head and you moan, you hear a sickening set of cracks fill the room. And you realize that something feels off. The hands around your dick don’t feel as soft. In fact, your hands don’t really feel like hands. Your eyes shoot open and you raise your hands to inspect them. Only they’re not hands. Your fingers have morphed into toes, your palms the bottom of two very large, masculine feet.

“What the fuck?”

You grimace at the smell that wafts from your two new feet. A muskiness that shares a similar odor to a gym locker room. And as your mind tries to comprehend what its seeing, you feel your arms violently contract. The pain and discomfort causes tears to well in your eyes and you watched through blurred vision as your forearms become shins. The muscles evolving into a set of powerful calves. You want to cry out, but the pain is quickly eclipsed by a pleasure that shatters your thoughts. Your dick seems even harder, pulsating and throbbing desperately for release. For freedom. The smell of your new feet sends you further into bliss and your mind tells you this is right.

“Fuck brah...”

The voice is just a whisper, but it carries with it a masculine edge that drives your libido even higher. It’s the voice of a total jock. The kind of guys you would only ever dream of sucking off. And in the haze of your splintering thoughts, part of you realizes something is wrong. Very wrong. You’re surrounded on either side by a pair of meaty thighs. Ones that squeeze your head, making it somewhat difficult to look around. But it’s not just that. From what you can see, your chest doesn’t look very much like a chest. Instead of two pecs, you see what looks more like a six pack, adorned on either side by a prominent V-line. All leading down to... all leading to you...

“Wh...”

Your voice becomes gargled as a salt liquid falls from your mouth, which is becoming increasingly more difficult to move. In fact, it seems like it’s being forced into a more oval shape. But you quickly become more concerned as you feel yourself lifted out of bed. Your face now pointing to the ground.

“Fuck this feels good.”

That masculine voices fills the room again. But it sounds louder. More prominent. Dripping with an arrogant confidence. You find it so sexy... so right. The voice of a real man... better than what you’d ever been. But in the midst of these blissful thoughts, there’s a resistance that surges. What are you thinking? You couldn’t... Any resistance fades though when you feel a firm, calloused hand wrap around your head.

“You’re gonna make me feel so fuckin’ good.”

The voice says. And before you can even think or muster up any kind of resistance, you feel the hand move up and down your new body. The feeling is beyond anything you’d ever experienced. As your body throbbed and stretched, the pleasure only amplified. The bag of your throat filling up with that salty taste from earlier. Your vision was starting to alter now- it was becoming harder to see. Even smell and hearing were starting to go. Yet, in these final moments, you could catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and the hand that was teasing you so much. All attached to the body of an adonis. The type of guy you’d gawk at in the gym. The cocky jock you’d jerk off to time and time again. Now he was jerking you off. Or well, himself. Because as your vision faded and you took one last glimpse of yourself, you knew what you were now.

“Just my fuck stick.” The jock breathed out, holding back a moan, “That’s all you’ll ever be from now on.”

He came just a moment later, coating the mirror with his seed. He fell back on his chair, breathing heavily. His one hand teasing his new, firm pecs while the others greedily pumped you. He smirked down at you, totally spent but clearly happy with his newfound independence. He looked down at your phone, noticing the messages your former friends sent. Just selfies of their new muscular bodies- their cocks limp and spent.

“Look at that lil dude.” He chuckled, “Don’t you worry,” He gave you a few strokes, your body instantly growing hard again, “We’re gonna have plenty of fun today.”

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immaculatetfs · 5 months ago

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Inspired by anon ask

Alexander was enjoying the sun out in the park. Summer break had allowed him to worry less about his degree and spend more time with his friends. He had actually been waiting for them to meet him up here for a gossip session, but it seemed like they were running a bit late, no doubt "thanks" to the Pride march that had halted public transport downtown.

Alex, as his friends called him, was gay himself however he found these pride events quite distasteful. He couldn't understand why anyone would find it acceptable to parade around almost naked in public. Alex had seen them earlier too; groups of big vulgar men flaunting their unkempt bodies around for everyone to see. They made him angry. No wonder people were against queer rights if this is how they presented themselves, instead of as normal respectable people. Just shameless.

Alex and his group of gay friends all agreed that these parades were indecent and decided not to go. He was so glad to have found a group of like-minded queer people he could relate to.

Feeling the rays of the sun warm up his skin, Alex remembered to re-apply suncreen. He didn't want to get sunburnt and look like those guys at the parade. Just as he reached for his satchel, Alex heard a mechanical whir and suddenly felt himself get sprayed with water ! The sprinklers had turned on and he barely had time to react before he got completely soaked.

After getting out of the way, Alex assessed the damage. For one, his carefully coiffed hair was ruined. Looking down at his outfit, he saw that it was completely ruined. The wet fabric clung to his twinky body and left nothing for the imagination ! Alex quickly began panicking. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He was so distracted that he didn't realize that his thin and smooth body was quickly changing into something that was anything but.

With each breath, Alex's body started swelling against the damp fabric. His flat chest expanded into two bulging pecs, followed by ballooning arms and a widening back. Thin wisps of dark hair also began growing over his smooth pecs.

Unaware of the changes, Alex decided that he'd remove his shirt to let it dry before his friends arrived. As he peeled the shirt off of his body, Alex realized that something was wrong. He looked completely different !

Distressed, Alex's breathing quickened and so his entire frame inflated even more. Layers and layers of muscle and body hair built up, transforming his body into that of a hirsute jock.

"What's going on ?!" To his own surprise, Alex's voice also sounded deeper than before, gruff even. He grabbed at his throat and felt his neck expand. His hands then reached his face where he felt his carefully groomed facial hair grow out; first into short stubble then into a thickening beard.

His legs were next as his thighs thickened into meaty hams. His butt plumped up inside his shorts. The jean fabric transformed into a synthetic red one that clung to his body, outlining his bubble butt as well as his swelling genitals. Alex could feel his cock and balls enlarge into that of a bull.

Alex was in complete shock. "Oh god, this can't be happening !" He was repulsed by the appearance of his new body. He hated everything about it ! The muscles, the hair, the way his body was exposed for all to see. "This isn't me ! I'm not some freak !"

Just as he said those words, Alex felt a rumble in his gut. He grabbed at his flat stomach to try to prevent the inevitable.

BUUUUUUUURP

In an instant, his abs contracted and then bloated up into a fattened belly. His entire body lost its definition as a layer of fat covered his bulging muscles.

Alex put his hands over his body to try and hide it. He couldn't let anyone see this.... see ... him...

BUUURP

Alex suddenly felt light-headed. For some reason, as his body swelled up a little bit more with each burp, Alex's need to cover up lessened. Maybe showing off was fine ?

"Wait, no ! It's not fine ! It's indecent !"

BUUUUURP

His thoughts clouded over once again and Alex was pushed a little further to the back of his mind. His demeanor changed a little bit, adopting a wider, more confident stance. This body wasn't worth hiding. In fact, it should be shown off ! These thoughts infected his psyche, and just as Alex tried to push them out-

BUUUUUUUURP

Alex screamed out as he felt the very essence of who he was being corrupted. He we becoming the opposite of himself: big, bold, crude, proud. Alex felt his sense of self diminish, but he had to resist. He couldn't let himself turn into what he hated most.

"I'm Alexander ! I'm handsome and principled. I'm norm-"

BUUUUUUUUUUURP

And with one final burp, Alex's entire personality reshaped itself. All thoughts of decency and respectability receded forever. Alex didn't care about what other people thought ! He wasn't ashamed of how he looked, and he wasn't afraid to show it off ! And if that made him a freak, then he was a proud freak !

The final physical changes took over. His belly ballooned out into a hefty muscle gut. His long beautiful hair that he once loved fell, leaving him completely bald. His skin roughened and tanned, reddened by the constant exposure to the sun. Alex was now who he always knew he was meant to be : a big hot burly daddy bear, and he knew people loved to look at him !

Alex adjusted his tight speedo, which did nothing to hide his impressive package, and started making his way downtown. He had some partying and hooking up to get to.

As he exited the park, he crossed the path of a group of clean cut young gay guys.

" 'Sup boys. Yall going to the pride party with me ?" Alex said in a husky but inviting tone. His former friends looked at him in disgust. They snickered and laughed between themselves. "Why would we ever want to party with the likes of you" one of them interjected.

Alex shrugged and continued on his way. He didn't care what a bunch of tenderqueers had to say about him. Besides, he saw them continuing to stare at him as he walked past. Maybe one of them would join him later.

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immaculatetfs · 5 months ago

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You girls do not KNOW the squeal I did from the porn I wrote 4 years ago jumpscare. Fun fact Pate was named pate after a sad pathetic one off character who gets murdered in a prologue of A Feast For Crows.

The Orc King

A bit of a longer one :P sorry for inactivity!

(Also couldn't find any clothing appropriate images so just imagine that Pate has clothes on <3)

The crisp evening air gave way to a thick smokey haze as Hal entered the 'Pigs. It was the tavern he frequented most often throughout his short career as an adventurer, and he always coming back following a hard day of questing. There were always people around, he recalled, adventurers, magicians and thieves and the like, but around now was when it was busiest. The air was filled with loud drunken chatter and the dull thunks of a tankard hitting wood. When he saw through the crowded room that there was a stool still empty stool right up at the bar he thanked the gods.

“The usual?” asked the barkeep, a squat, pug-nosed woman, when he sat down

“You know it Helga” He gave her a worn smile

As she filled a mug with thick yeasty ale, his attention shifted to the man beside him. Built like a plowhorse, he wore a boiled leather vest a sweat-stained tunic, emphasizing tightly, emphasizing the hefty muscle and sizeable gut that bulged out from his arms and torso. Two wide shoulders framed him, with wide and strong arms that connected to rough hands, calloused and brown from years of hard work. He smelt of leather and sweat, and when he looked over and caught Hal staring, a cheeky smile came across his bearded face.

“You come here often?” was the only thing Hal could think of saying before he felt a red flush come across his cheeks

The stranger gave a chuckle “Nah, I'm new in this area. The names Pate”

Pate shook the Hals hand, crushing fingers under his grip

“you a regular?”

“I’m Hal, and yeah, I do come here often. This is where I come after my quests”

They were interrupted by a sharp clearing of Helga's throat. “two silvers”

Pate dropped a fat golden coin on the counter.

“Will this do for tonight for me and my bud?”

He had never seen Helga move so quickly as he did then.

“Yes Yes, of course” she said, snatching it and giving a cautionary bite, before another customer called he over

Hal must have looked as shocked as he felt because Pate chucked again when his eyes reached him.

“How do you have that kind of money? That coin is worth what I earn in an entire year!”

“Believe it or not, I’m secretly royalty,” he winked.

Hal's jaw dropped

“I'm just jesting," an affectionate hand patted Hal on the back "came across a Wizard that was traveling on his way over here, said he was transporting an ancient artifact. He hired me, called me his “extra muscle" He took a sip of ale "we were ambushed, turns out I wasn't much help. I don't even remember how I was knocked out, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the road with the mother of all headaches and a chest full of treasure, with and this on top.” He held out a small hollow green tube, rubberlike and the width and length of an ear of corn, an inscription along the side reading in an alien script

“Dunno why they left that chest, and everyone was gone, so I took the valuables as payment and decided to complete the mission I had been hired for. Do you know any places here that have anything to do with orcs? the old wizard was talking about them when we were on the road”

“Whoah, that's crazy, You've probably got more money now than i'll ever see in my life as an adventurer” He studied the table “I might've heard some stuff about them as a kid, they say that they live in these local woods. You know, it's kind of dangerous if you would go out searching here… you know..” he looked into Pate’s dark brown eyes and his cheeks were red again, but not off drink

”...without a guide” he quickly distracted himself with his ale, trying to mask his embarrassment with the thick yeasty drink.

“Say, why don't we go on an adventure together then? Might be that I can't go back home now, since the Magician's colleagues would hang me for a thief if they knew I took the gold. You seem as good a partner in crime as any”. A thick hand lightly caressed Hal’s thigh. The younger man's gaze returned to Pate’s eyes, cheeks like raspberries as he tried to ignore the stirring in his nethers.

"What do you say? Partners?”

“Yes!” Hal said, a little too quickly.

“Good.” he spat on his hand and held it out for a shake, a gesture which Hal reciprocated.

A short few hours of talking made Has feel as if he had known Pate for years, and before they knew it the 'pigs were closing for the night.

They found a soft bed of moss out in the woods that surrounded the tavern to set up camp. A cool night breeze blew pleasantly on the pair as they lay down from their first night as partners.

Pate wrapped his bulky arms around Hals's reclining body, moving in for a spooning. Hal could feel hot breath on his neck, and the warmth of Pate’s larger body radiating into him, but most of all he felt a hardness pressing upon his lower back. He felt his own member begin to twitch as rough hands rubbed across his body, absently stroking and folding the mounds and crevices of his lithe body. His own hand moved up to meet one of Pate’s as it folded his pecs.

“You like this?” he heard Pate murmur

Hal turned around to gaze into his green eyes, illuminated by the starlight

“Do you?”

They plunged their lips together, the taste sweet on each other's mouths. Hal tore Pate’s tunic over his head and tossed it, revealing a sturdy chest, pelted with the same dark wiry hairs that scratched Hal's face. His nipples were two dark diamonds in the starlight, his body smelling of sweat and leather and dirt. Hal’s lips moved down, taking his right nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Pate gave a soft moan and pressed his right hand into Hal’s fluffy brown curls.

Suddenly, A voice came into Hal's head. Deep and rumbling it told him, commanded him. His hand reached into the satchel that lay beside them, fingers securing around the thick green pipe that Pate had shown him earlier that night, only now it was softer and slightly moist.

Like he had done it a hundred times, Hal tore down Pate’s britches, revealing a long mast that stood proudly in the night. Before he could say anything, Pate was overwhelmed by a sense of otherworldly pleasure as his cock pushed into the soft green material, pulsing madly in the warm cocoon.

Hal’s member was next, sliding in to meet his partner’s cock within the strange object, their pre intermingling as they did. They embraced again for another long kiss. Where the skin of the two men met, It seemed stuck together, seeming as though Hal was sinking into Pate's embrace. From these points, a dark green shade overtook their previous skin tones. Hal's torso sank blissfully into the warmth of Pate’s huge chest, his own body losing form as their insides homogenized. Where their two cocks had once come together, a fat green monster, long and thick as a beer bottle now stood, leaking warm wetness across its engorged mushroom head. Their arms and legs merged, becoming engorged with muscle and fat with the same evergreen hue as their member. From where Hal’s ass and back had been, pushed out an imposing muscle gut, covered with long wiry red hairs that grew into a Forrest as down to his crotch. framing this impressive green orb were two meaty pecs that pushed out of his chest like fat hairy cones. A massive green hand reached down to stroke the tower of flesh between his thighs, sending tidal waves of pleasure that broke the two men’s brains. Their faces merged together, individuality melting away like butter in a pan, features rearranged to create something new and exciting. His nose became bulbous, pushing out from a wild tangle of long red hairs that grew across the new creature's face, forming a wild untamed beard. His eyes darkened to black, lower canine teeth pushing out to form two intimidating tusks. The hair remaining from the heads of Pate and Hal fell away, leaving a shiny scalp dripped with rivulets of perspiration. Memories appeared to the creature that had been Hal and Pate, slow simple messages that even an orc-like him could understand

“I Ugrull”

“Orc king”

“Must make kingdom”

He climaxed, a torrent of potent hot green cum blasting in a torrent across his mountainous torso, leaking down across his back. Deep down, Ugrull knew that all a man had to do was smell his seed to become overcome with lust, to submit to him. They would want nothing else but to take his hot thick Warhammer of a cock down their puny human throats, for their king to make them his orc slaves. “Humans submit, become sons”, he thought as his fingers glided across his slick belly, grinning wildly. He would be the greatest incarnation of the orc king this world had ever seen before.

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immaculatetfs · 5 months ago

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Happy Pride, gay.

#gay

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The Sex Shop (Smelly Size 14 Sneakers)

A small electric chime sounded as Jake walked through the door to the store. It was a new shop, almost the only

open store in the abandoned mall, 'The Sex Shop' it was called. Jake looked around him, a typical kind of store,

large floor, brick walls, long, black tall isles with different pieces of clothing and objects in special

displays around the place. There were people in all the isles looking around at all the different items.

"Well hello!" a voice yelled. A young, handsome man in a suit decorated with a pink tie approached Jake.

"Nice to meet you, uh..."

"Jake."

"Okay Jake, is this your first time here?"

"Yeah" Jake nodded.

"That's great! We have a special offer this week, anyone new to the store gets their first item free! So take a

look around, pick out something you like, feel free to try any of the clothes or toys in the Change Rooms!"

"Uhhh... isn't that really..."

"Oh don't worry, everything is absolutely 100% clean! So get me if you need help, otherwise, enjoy, and change

rooms are down the back!"

"Uh, okay, thanks!" Jake replied, smiling at the salesman's friendliness.

Jake wandered around, noting that the isles had sections like a supermarket and were much longer than he first

thought.

Jake decided to be adventurous and browse the fetish items isle. All kinds of different things lined the walls,

leather straps, handcuffs, masks, even shoes.

"Damn these things are huge! I've never really been one for shoes or feet, but I'll see if I can get into this!" Jake

thought to himself as picked up the absolutely gargantuan size 14 sneakers from the shelves. He walked into a change

room, surprised at their small-bedroom size and spaciousness. He sat down on the seat, wondering why he'd picked the

shoes. "So, how do I go about this." he thought. "The label said they were 'smelly' so I guess I can try that first."

He picked up one of the huge, blue sneakers and held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The strong smell of musk,

sweat and feet entered his nose. Jake held the shoe away from his nose, scrunching his face in disgust, but over a few

seconds he felt himself becoming more curious towards it. He inhaled deeply again, the pungent odors hitting his

senses. "This isn't so bad..." he thought. He inhaled again, and again. "Fuck, this is good." he said to himself. He felt his average 5" cock beginning to harden. "Oh man." he moaned to himself. He continued to smell the shoe, then he lost it, he plunged his face into the massive boat. Inhaling and moaning, a wet patch forming in his shorts. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stroked his cock with one hand, the other holding the enormous blue sneaker into his face. "Fuck, I wonder what sexy jock had his big feet in these." he said to himself.

Suddenly he began to feel strange, thinking perhaps he inhaled something toxic, but he couldn't resist, it smelt too

good. He felt a tingling numbness run throughout his body each time he inhaled the cocktail of sweat and odors. His

whole body now felt strange as he continued to furiously rub his cock and sniff the huge dirty shoe. He felt a strange

radiance move from his lungs into his chest. He sniffed once more and felt a shockwave run through his chest. He

stopped, only momentarily, to see his pecs... growing!?

He continued his sniffing and stroking as he saw his pecs swell and expand outwards, accepting whatever was occurring.

He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten with every sniff, a light four pack pushing it's way to the surface,

tightening, thickening, becoming a six pack, growing further with his pecs. His felt his calves and thighs begin to

swell and tighten with strength and muscle, a real jock's legs, his biceps and triceps began to bulge and pulse with

every breath, swelling and strengthening, his forearms followed suit, expanding outwards and filling with raw muscle

and power. "Fuck, fuck, yes!" he moaned, continuing to smell the boats of shoes.

He felt his legs and torso begin to stretch, extending taller than his previous 5'11" height. Inch by inch, he felt

his body slide up the wall as he hit 6'6". Jake felt his jaw begin to move and shift, becoming sharper and more

masculine, his ears and nose changing shape.

Suddenly, his 5" cock began to pulsate and expand. The head of his cock flared outwards as his shaft began to slowly

extend outwards. "Oh, fuck!" Jake moaned, stroking his expanding cock, he felt veins snake down his thickening shaft,

his cock head oozing precum as it swelled wider and wider, 6, 7, 8 inches, his enormous cock continued to swell, 9, 10

and 11 inches. Jake's enormous meat stuck directly out from him, thick as a can, almost a foot long and coated in precum. His balls began to grow to match, becoming larger and larger, swelling, filling with testosterone and semen.

Veins traced their way down his forearms as they continued to swell, his hands began to expand and lengthen. His

fingers thickened and lengthened, wrapping further around the shoe and his cock, becoming utterly enormous fists of

power.

The energy moved its way to his feet, he felt his toes begin to swell, wider, longer, manlier. His feet cracked and

expanded larger, growing from his average size 9 1/2's and becoming larger and larger. He could feel his toes grow

longer, his heel extending, his foot widening. His feet pushed further through the carpet, growing outwards to a

gargantuan size 14, ready to fill his enormous shoes with their long wide toes and soles. Jake took one last breath

out of the massive sneaker and his cock exploded with cum, splattering the room in white slime. He panted, looking

down and wiggling his enormous toes and smiling. Now a jock with enormous feet and a foot fetish to match, he stood

up, put on his huge sneakers along with some shorts off the floor. A part of his now changed mind seemed to tell him

that the smell of his massive feet would not only turn people into drooling zombies but that it was also contagious.

Jake looked at the tiny wet shorts lying on the floor of the dressing room, and his t-shirt was stretched and

torn from his growth spurt. He dug out his cell phone to call a friend to bring him some clothes and to show

off his new jock stud bud. He started to key in his best friend Matthew, but remembered he was working now.

So he scrolled to Bryce's name and keyed dial.

"Hey, Bryce, do me a favor, and stop by my apartment and bring me some fresh clothes," Jake started.

"Who is this?" Bryce asked. The voice was deeper than anyone he knew, but the guy apparently knew him.

"Oh, my voice changed too?" Jake asked, "How's it different? This is Jake."

"Changed? Jake? Your voice is like three octaves lower than before. What do you mean changed? Why dya need

some fresh clothes?" Bryce was suspicious this was a prank.

"Dude, it's me Jake. I just had a growth spurt, and my shorts are wet," Jake said, "I'm in a dressing room at

that new shop downtown. Now go by my apartment, the spare key is in the fire hose box next to my door. There's

a wicker chest of drawers next to my bed. In the bottom drawer are some white shorts and a XXXL UP Pilots

jersey. Go get them, quick okay."

"XXXL will look like a tent on you, what gives?"

"Just do it, Bryce. You'll find out."

Bryce didn't have anything better to do, and was curious, so he said,"Okay, Jake."

He hung up, and headed over to Jake's place.

Jake grinned as he set the phone down. He bent over and lifted his foot toward his nose. He took a deep

breath. Damn, he smelled good.

"Mmmm, my feet reek so good," Jake said. He felt his dripping huge cock pushing into his pec. He extended his

tongue to taste foul smelling sneaker. He felt like an electrical spark leap from the shoe to his tongue, then

he tasted bitterness, and blew his load. The underside of his hin and his chest were covered with like 6

ounces of gooey cum. He wiped off his chin and chest with his all ready wet shorts. He licked the white goo

off his hand. Instantly, he felt his body grow a tad bigger. Then he shifted to get a better look at his balls

under his massive cock. He hefted his cock out of the way, and cradled his now tennis ball size size

testicles. He grinned, he felt even hornier than before. It was a good thing Bryce was on the way. He

scraped the rest of the cum off his chest and chin, but instead of eating it, he massaged the cum into his

stinky shoes.

Bryce found the key, and the clothes. He laughed imagining Jake wearing this huge gear. He shoved them into

Jake's gym bag which was hanging on the back of his front door. Then he started on his five minute walk from

Jake's place to the shop.

The shop was interesting. Bryce paused to glance in some of the cases. A couple of things looked interesting.

He smiled, and reached for an orange box with an intriguing label. He paused, frowned, looked down at the bag

in his hand. He could come back and check this out later. Right now he needed to see Jake. He looked at the

doorway with the sign that read "Changing Rooms." He headed through the doorway. The first dressing room

door was open and the room was entry. The second door was closed. He knocked on it, and the door swung open

to reveal another empty room. The third door was locked, so Bryce called out, "Jake?"

Jake was on the threshold of blowing another load, when he heard Bryce at the door.

He stood, and reached the door knob without taking a step. He opened the door.

"Hey, Bryce, good to see you," Jake said.

Bryce's jaw dropped. Jake was naked. Jake was huge. Bryce took a deep breath, and Jake's pungent scent hit.

"Close the door behind you," Jake ordered.

Bryce opened the door to the changing room. It was dark and he couldn't see anything. The first thing he noticed was a pungent scent that hit his nose and made him grimace. It smelled like dirty feet, sweat, and BO. "Hello?", he tentatively asked the dark room. He sensed a movement and all of a sudden something slammed the door behind him. Bryce instinctively jumped back from the door and the loud noise. In the dark he felt strong arms grab him and he felt something leathery shoved into his face and cup it. Bryce breathed heavily out of shock and almost gagged. The smell was so much more intense than before; it smelled like dirty, unwashed feet. It was disgusting! Bryce tried to struggle against the strong figure hold him in place and whatever was being shoved against his face. He finally squirmed free and stepped back, gasping for air and trying to get the rancid foot scent out of his nose. That was when the light flickered on and he saw his friend, Jake. Well, it looked like Jake, if he was older, taller, bigger, hairier and had much more muscle. Jake looked like a total jock now! Bryce gulped when he saw this man was totally naked, and a thick 10 inch erection was sticking out, hard as steel and leaking precum on the floor. Jake was holding a very dirty and well used size 14 sneaker in his hand too. Was that what was on his face? GROSS! No wonder it stunk so bad. What the fuck?

"j... Jake?", Bryce stammered out in confusion and fear. The new jock Jake grinned; "Yeah man, this is the new me. I look so fucking hot. What do you think?".

Bryce was shocked and very confused. "What the hell happened to you, man, your like... huge! You look like an adult now, your all big and hairy, not to mention.... that", Bryce said as he gestured to Jake's massive erection. "Also, Jake, no offense but you fucking stink, man. And that shoe, why did you put that on my face, that's so fucking gross!".

Jake smiled and stared at the massive shoe; "Oh this thing?". He made eye contact with Bryce and took a huge sniff of the dirty sneaker and moaned. Jake's cock leaked a few more blobs of precum on the carpet. Bryce was shocked by what he was seeing. "These shoes are why I have this awesome body now, they are magic! I put them on and I grew into this sexy jock! I wanted to share it with my best friend, so I called you. We can be huge jock bros together". Bryce didn't know what to say; he thought about the possibilities with a body like that. He thought of how easy it would be to get laid by all the girls at school. He had no chance with the ladies as he was right now. "Well... I mean, it would really help us score with the ladies...", Bryce said, contemplating the possibilities.

Jake grinned even wider; "Well, these shoes, they are magic; they made me forget all about my sexual fantasies about girls. POOF Totally gone. These shoes replaced my desires about girls replaced them with musky guys, dirty feet, and sweaty BO. I crave it now, and I don't even care. Seriously, these magic shoes gave me a real strong smelly foot fetish. Soon your going to have one as well". As Jake said this he took another sniff of the nasty, giant sneakers; "Oh fuck, that's so good. Your going to love that stink soon enough".

"What the fuck?! NO! I don't want to be a gay, drooling, foot obsessed jock, even if I could be bigger and have muscles. That's DISGUSTING! How can you be enjoying yourself, that's sick Jake. I'm leaving, you nasty pervert!". With that, Bryce tried to leave the room. Jake sidestepped and stepped in front of Bryce. Jake was inches away from Bryce, and he was much taller now. Bryce only came up to Jake's hairy, muscular pecs. This close, the thick BO wafting off of Jake's body was intense and it made Bryce gag. Jake pushed Bryce back a little bit, further back into the room.

"Don't try to fight it man. Can you feel the influence worming it's way into your brain yet. Look at these huge hairy feet. These are the feet of a man, and they stink. I bet you wanna sniff them, don't you? They stink something awful now, but I bet that you are curious about how they smell. Go ahead, take a whiff! Give in to your new foot fetish, your new desires".

Bryce looked down; Jake's feet really were massive now. The tops were covered in a thick layer of brown hair, and each toe had a small thatch of thick hair, too. The soles looked really thick and big. They were so much bigger than his friends feet before. He realized he was staring.

"I can see you staring. That initial sniff from the sneaker you got earlier is working. I bet you couldn't even get hard from girls anymore, even if you tried. Your fate is sealed; give in and we can be drooling, horny, feet sniffing jocks together!

Bryce couldn't take his eyes off of Jake's manly jock feet. "I bet they stink so bad! That's so fucking gross! Being addicted to smelly feet, no thank you!", he thought to himself. However, as the seconds ticked on he found he was still staring, and that was when he noticed his 4 inch member was rock hard in his pants. Uh oh, he was getting turned on? Was the magic working? He had to get out of there before he turned into a nasty stinky foot obsessed jock like Jake!

While formulating a plan to escape, Bryce had fallen to his knees in front of Bryce, almost as if automatically, against his will. He willed himself to get up and run, but also, being down low, he was much closer to those wonderful feel. "Oh fuck, did I just think of those feet as "wonderful?! This is bad". Being closer on the ground, the foot odor was a lot stronger. Bryce felt his member thicken up and get even harder in his pants. Bryce looked up at Jake. Being on his knees, he was at eye level with Jake's massive, dripping member. It was covered in hair and gave off a strong, sweaty ball smell. Being this close to his friends cock should have grossed him out, let alone the stink of ball sweat, but he didn't feel bothered. He looked up at Jake. Jake grinned a dope, jock smile as he instructed Bryce; "Just give in..."

Bryce was on his knees, staring at the huge, sweaty, hairy feet his friend now possessed. His friend's foul foot odor was making him nauseated it was so bad, but at the same time, Bryce was rock hard and so horny. He looked at the dirty size 14 sneakers that had done this to his friend. Made him a hulking smelly, hairy, foot obsessed jock. Was this his fate? He was getting tired of fighting it and wanted to give in, to sniff and lick his friends smelly feet.

That was it. Bryce made up his mind to get away! Using every ounce of energy he had, he willed himself to slowly back away from the feet. "I have to get away! I won't give in! I am not going to end up a gay, foot addicted pervert!", he said to himself in his mind. As he slowly backed away, he kept motivating himself; "Yes, do it! Don't give in! Don't - ". His inner monologue was cut short with a *SCHLORP* sound.

Jake had planted one massive, size 14, sweaty foot right on Bryce's face, his long splayed toes resting right on the bridge of his nose. The musky scent invaded his nostrils and he instantly struggled and tried to scoot away. The foot sweat smeared on his face as he protested; "Fuck, gaaah, pffft, Jake!! Stop, please!". However, the strong jock didn't budge; he still held his massive foot played all over his friends face. Bryce's eyes watered and his nostrils burned.

"Come on take a big whiff! One more and I'll let you go!", Jake said with a big scruffy grin. Meanwhile, Bryce kept struggling to get away, but Jake was so much bigger and stronger now. Jake's long toes rolled over Bryce's nose as he took a breath. Bryce stopped struggling. "That... that actually wasn't too bad that time", Bryce said, Jake's foot still planted on his face. Bryce closed his eyes and took a deep sniff; he moaned as the stink went into his brain. His cock, painfully tented in his shorts, shot out a glob of precum. "Oh fuck, thats... that is actually really nice, Jake". And with that, Jake smiled; he knew Bryce was gone. There would be no more resistance. Soon enough, he would be a foot sniffing hairy jock like he was.

Taking deep sniffs, Bryce took the massive foot in both hands and began rubbing it all over his face. "Oh, fuck. Oh Jake thats so good", he said. The dirty foot was rewiring his brain. He was forgetting girls and other sexual fantasies he may have at one time had. It was being rewired for only one thing. Dirty feet and man BO. Bryce's cock was so hard it was getting painful. Without stopping desperately sniffing his friend's foot, he took one hand and undid his belt and tried to wiggle out of his pants. Next came his shirt, taking only the briefest time to stop sniffing. Soon Bryce was just as naked as Jake was. "Fuck Jake, your feet are so good". Jake grinned at his friend, and popped a bicep pose. "It's not just my feet that stink Bryce. Maybe some other part of my body could use the attention"...

Bryce looked up and saw Jake with a bicep pose. The sweaty brown bushes in his armpits on full display. The sight of Jake's armpits caused his cock to spurt another bit of precum. "I bet those REEK!", Bryce muttered to himself, sounding almost too excited. Bryce's gaze lingered on Jake's sweaty hairy chest until it dropped down to Jake's bushy groin, his erection massive and jutting straight out. Jake's mouth practically watered and he could see ball sweat practically dripping off of Jake's large hairy sac. This disgusted and horrified Bryce, that he was so turned on by all this, but he didn't care. He was too far gone. He wanted to sniff and worship every inch of Jake's new beautiful body, and hopefully, become as smelly, hairy, and big as his friend was now...

Bryce was staring at his old friend Jake, taking it all in. Bryce's tiny dick was hard as a rock as he stared, mouth agape. Fuck, Jake was so hot. He was staring at his friends now hairy chest. Bryce spied the thick brown bushes sticking out from under Jake's pits. They were so bushy and hairy. Bryce longed to stick his face in them and sniff his friend's stink.

Jake was growing impatient; he knew what he needed to do for the next step in turning his friend into a hairy foot obsessed jock like him. Jake took the nasty dirty trainer in his hand. He took another sniff and nearly gagged at the musk; Jake's 10 inch steel rod spurting a bit of precum in response. Fuck, Jake loved how it smelled now. Jake took the dirty shoe and quickly shoved it back on Bryce's face. Bryce gasped and sucked in the musk; he sputtered, trying to get a clean breath but all he got was foot odor. Not that he cared, Bryce closed his eyes and moaned, and almost shot a load. Jake just laughed mischieviously and held the foul shoe in place. "Give in Bryce, let the shoe do it's job".

A few seconds later, there was a loud cracking sound that came from Bryce's feet. They were beginning to grow! Bryce's toes slowly began to grow bigger and stretch longer. His foot grew wider as it began to elongate as well. Bryce moaned, both from the uncomfortable cramping feeling in his feet, and from the heavenly stink from the shoe on his face.

Jake grinned; he could see from his glassy eyes and pounding erection that his friend had lost all willpower to fight. It was all over for Bryce.

Bryce was enthralled in the shoe's scent and the intense pressure within his feet which were expanding within his shoes. After taking a deep sniff of the sweaty musk he attempted to recoil with a grimace and a moan. "Jake... my feet... my shoes are so tight."

Jake smiled and pushed the shoe into Bryce's face harder, ensuring the transformation continued. "They're getting bigger dude." With his will to resist decimated and a new fetish taking its place, Bryce simply moaned at the revelation and inhaled deeply. He groaned again, harsher this time, his toes lengthened and thickened further, pressing harder and harder against the ends of his size 9 sneakers. The stretching and growing sensation spread up Bryce’s legs and across his body, causing him to moan louder and louder into the huge, worn shoe. His bulging shoes were pushed further away by legs growing longer and bulkier. Both of the men could hear the groans of his spine pushing taller and his arms extending.

At the same time, the muscle growth spreading through his legs moved upward. His legs swelled into large, powerful limbs and destroyed his skinny jeans. Large pecs began to bulge from his front followed by pairs of abs pummelling their way out. Jake grinned and Bryce moaned loudly as long, large toes on what were now size 11 feet burst out of his too small size 9 shoes.

As the feet slid out past size 12, Bryce’s arms twitched with muscular growth. Biceps bulged outward and obliterated the remainder of his shirt as the growth rippled down his forearms. His hands clenched around the back of Jake’s huge paw that was holding the shoe to his face as they exploded in size. Hair poured out of the backs of them and across his arms, abs, legs, and feet.

Bryce’s moans were becoming gruff and desperate as his voice deepened and his head creaked larger with more typically manly features. He was quickly looking more and more like a dumb, sexy frat boy than the average man he once was.

As the huge, hairy size feet passed size 13, Bryce’s cock started to extend and thicken. He groaned loud and deep into the smelly shoe as his dick pressed outward past 5, 6 then 7 inches. He could feel his balls inflating and dropping lower, filling with fresh cum and overloading his body with hormones as it stretched to 8 inches. His cock responded to the jolt of testosterone and expanded again to 9 then 10 inches.

Bryce felt himself about to cum, sealing his transformation forever. His eyes fluttered open, looking down in awe and lust at the big, beautiful size 13s he now had. Jake’s size 15s standing just in front of his own made his cock quiver. He wanted feet as big and manly as those, and so he resisted the end of his changes and pressed the shoe into his face unassisted.

“Hell yeah man, grow them huge” Jake moaned, knowing exactly what Bryce was attempting. Bryce sniffed the shoe hard, gasping as he resisted the urge to cum and feeling his feet stretch just a little larger. He repeated this, again and again, holding back the urge to yell in pleasure as he prolonged the inevitable and pushed his feet to size 14. The sensation and knowledge that his feet were becoming huge was overwhelming. The toes pushed out even longer, finally bringing his feet to the same size 15s as Jake’s.

Bryce gripped Jake’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees and pressed his huge, musty size 15 into Jake’s face. He continued to inhale, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. Jake moaned as the foot grew even larger against his face. Size 16 was going to be the limit as Bryce dropped the shoe and yelled, shooting cum across the room and locking in his fate.

Jake meanwhile inhaled Bryce’s new scent and felt a familiar pressure in his own feet. “Oh yeah,” he moaned as his huge feet pulsed with new growth fuelled by Bryce’s musk. His feet stretched an additional size to match Bryce’s, causing the jock to cum again just like Bryce had.

The pair of big-footed jocks clasped their right hands together and pulled into a brief, sexually charged hug.

“Who’s next?” Bryce asked with a dumb smile.

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Stacy's Dad

Standing in his best friend Stacy's bathroom, Adam snapped a picture of himself in private to update his Grindr profile. She was downstairs talking with her dad and he just finished showering so he figured it'd be the perfect time to update his picture while he was back in his hometown. He'd been in college over the last year and it was his first time back.

His parents no longer lived in town but Stacy and her dad John had always been like a home away from home for him and he always appreciated his visits. The two were inseparable from the time they were kids and he always looked up to John as a leader and as he got older he started to develop a crush on the older man but he never thought about going any further with it. Even when her mom left to go be with another woman. Sure he always fantasized about John. Seeing him out barbecuing in the summer time with nothing but a pair of shorts and apron on or out in the garage getting all oiled up working on his car was enough to send his mind into a frenzy but he always had kept it in check over the years. Especially since he knew the man was more than likely not into guys.

He added the picture to his profile and waited for some chats as he left the bathroom and walked into Stacy's room. She must have gotten done talking with her dad because she was on her phone. She looked up to him and smiled.

"Are you already surfing on hookup apps? You haven't even been back in town for a day yet." She said teasingly.

"What can I say? College didn't change me much while I was away."

Stacy's lips curled into a grin, "You're telling me. you've even managed to miss out on the freshman 15, trying to keep that twunk frame."

Adam sassily snapped his fingers in the air, "You know it."

He plopped down onto her bed with a small thud and continued scrolling through profiles, seeing if there was anyone he was interested in for a quick meetup tonight. It was always the same sea of faces on there. Different guys he'd gone to highschool with or older men he'd known for years. Sometimes there were a couple new faces but typically they were just visiting. He reloaded the page to see if maybe anyone else popped up. Once the loading icon faded he almost choked on his own spit noticing one of the profiles that had appeared.

A picture of Stacy's Dad came up and was active. He couldn't believe it was him, his finger hovered over the profile. He was nervous to click it because if it was him he didn't want him to know that he'd viewed his profile but he couldn't help himself and he couldn't believe it to be true either. He clicked on the profile thinking it couldn't be legit but surely enough it was. His bulge was on display in his tight fitting jeans and he was showing off that rugged look of his. Adam cursed at the fact that he didn't have any other pictures posted. Furthermore he was only mere feet away, the closest anyway had ever been on here for him. He adjusted his crotch as all his fantasies seemed that much more feasible when Stacy brought him out of his trance.

"Whoever that is has gotten you all riled up, lemme see?"

Adam could feel the blood rush from his face and he turned as white as a ghost "Oh it's nobody."

"No come one, show me." She grabbed the phone from him with a smirk that quickly faded once she saw the picture. "Is that?"

"Its not what you think!" He protested before she could finish.

"That's my dad," she said disgusted "I can't believe you. I can't believe he didn't tell me he was into men either."

"Look I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be weird or anything."

She stood from her bed and threw the phone at Adams chest "I think we're well past weird, you were checking out my father!" She said in a raised voice "What are you trying to become my new stepdad or something? Because I have news for you, just because my mom left doesn't mean you can swoop right in and get some."

In one swift move she grabbed her car keys and went for the door.

"Where are you going?" Adam called out.

She didn't answer and slammed her door behind herself as she stormed out.

He could hear John out in the hallway trying to say something to her but from the sounds of it she ignored him as he heard her slam the front door and pull out of the driveway in her car. He couldn't believe what he'd just done.

He heard a nock from the other side of the door and it creaked open and heard Johns familiar warm yet masculine voice say "Hey, what's going on?"

Adam didn't know what to do as the older man came into the room. He felt the words catch in his throat, feeling embarrassed and guilty all at the same time. Mostly disgusted in himself that he let his fantasies get the best of him.

"I think I messed things up with Stacy." He was finally able to say.

John let out a sigh, "If it's over what I think, then I'll talk to her and fix it. I'm sorry kiddo."

He sat on the bed next to Adam, "you're a good guy and I'm sure she'll come around."

"No, I'm sorry Mr Porter but I don't thin-"

"Come on, you're not the little slugger you used to be, it's John." He said cutting him off "Listen, I'm sorry you saw that and I'm more sorry I put you in this position. You're like a son to me and I'm sorry for that. You've always had an eye out for my little girl and she knows that. This will blow over. I should have told her and that's my fault."

He paused for a second before continuing "It's just hard for her right now, so much is changing. With her mom walking out, I couldn't bear to tell her about me, I thought it'd be to much. I just want you to know that I'm glad youve been there for her. You really are like the son I never had."

"Is that all you see me as?" Adam said before realizing the words that were slipping from his mouth.

John's expression darkened and he shook his head "Yes, nothing more. You got you're whole life ahead of you Adam. You think you want a guy like me but you don't. I'm always here for you though."

Those words crushed him and any hopes he had in a matter of mere seconds. John gave him a firm pat on the back before getting back up, "I'm going to go find her and try to sort this mess out. Don't beat yourself up. Things will work out."

Once he was gone, Adam slouched over on the side of the bed and rested his face into the palms of his hands. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He ruined things between him and Stacy over his silly little fantasies. He had no clue what to do to fix things and yet, he still found himself wishing he could be the man that John wanted. That he didn't just look at him as if he was just some dumb kid still but the thought was silly. He knew deep down that nothing could change that. What had him even more disgusted in himself was the fact he was still hard, even given the circumstances. Not just that but strangely enough he felt hornier than usual.

For the next bit he had the house to himself and he couldn't help himself but to start rubbing his cock through his shorts, not noticing as his freshly shaved face was starting to grow in the beginning of a beard as his jaw began to round out. He leaned back into the bed and fished his dick from out of his shorts and began stroking it. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. His fingers ran underneath his tank top as he brought them to his nipples and began to fidget with them in-between his fingers, feeling himself getting closer and closer with each stroke.

The bed began to creak and groan underneath him as his frame began to fill out and his arms grew thick with a mixture of both muscle and fat. He still didn't notice the changes as he found images of John flooding through his head. Imagining wrapping his lips around his uncut cock, then riding it with his tight little hole for all it's worth. Strangely enough though they started to seem more like memories than just his imagination going awry. Memories of a wedding night and a honey moon. He felt a chuckle come on remembering how he wasn't able to walk straight for a week after that. Other times where they'd gone into locker rooms and bath houses together came to mind as John bent him over and wrapped his hand around Adams gut and cupped his big ass in his other, feeling it shake as he pounded him.

It was that thought that brought Adam back to his senses. He'd never had a gut before and his ass had always been less than small, for his age he was pretty fit so he knew that couldn't be right. He stopped stroking his cock and jumped to his feet. He clutched his stomach with both hands as if to check if his six pack was still there, which it was, then he craned his head back and saw that his ass was still almost non-existent. He would have breathed a sigh of relief if he hadn't noticed how thick both his arms had gotten.

"Wh-what the hell?" He spat under his breath as he flexed one of his biceps and began groping it with his other hand. It felt firm but still jiggled to the touch. He did the same with his other arm and the result was the same.

"How is this possible? What's happening to me?" Adam asked no one in particular. Before he could get a response that would never come he felt his stomach begin to growl and start to tingle.

He brought his arms back and watched in awe as his stomach gurgled and shook. In a matter of seconds his stomach began to bloat as his defined six pack faded into a perfect muscle gut, stretching his tank top to it's limit. He couldn't believe that just a little bit ago him and Stacy were joking about how he narrowly avoided gaining the freshman 15 but now he easily had at least 50 more pounds on his once twunk like frame.

The changes should have been scaring him and he knew that but for some reason, he could still feel his cock getting harder as more blood rushed into it. He knew it should have been wrong but he wanted to see how the rest of his body looked so he quickly stumbled out of Stacy's room and into the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror.

He ran his fingers along his jaw line which was almost non-existent now and couldn't believe how much rounder it was and the fact that he was now sporting a pretty nice beard. He wondered what would change next. Quickly, he figured it out as a warm sensation began to run through his chest. He began groping at his pecs through his shirt and let out small moans of pleasure as they became less firm and thickened up with some fat as his nipples grew larger and more round. Thick brown hairs began sprouting around his nipples and traced across his chest before trailing down his stomach, creating a dense Forrest of fur. As he teased and played with his nipples they became more sensitive to the touch, making him let out small whimpers and moans.

"Fuck." He said in a gravely voice that sounded much older for his age. His pecs sat out like a shelf, big enough for any man to be able to press his dick in-between and fuck the shit out of and from the memories that were still forming in his head, he seemed to recall a time where John did that exactly that as well.

Even though he knew none of these memories actually ever happened they still excited him none the less and it made him crave for the changes to continue if it meant he got to see more of John so vividly and he got exactly what he wanted as he watched his face begin to lose its youthful glow. His jaw fell slack and a dumb open mouth grin formed on his face as he watched creases begin forming along different crevices of his skin. Lines began to form on his forehead and around the corners of his lips as crows feet etched themselves onto the corners of both his eyes. He easily looked to be in his thirties now and sure enough, memories began to flow into his head of him John and Stacy going out to celebrate his 36th birthday only a couple months prior.

As he looked at himself in the mirror his body looked exactly the way it did in all the memories he was having with John and he couldn't believe it. This brought a thought to his mind as he turned around to see how his much larger ass looked but was sad to see his legs were still toned and lean and his butt was still small as ever.

That was about to change though as he quickly took notice of the now familiar tingly sensation which had begun to coarse up his calves and all the way into his ass. He pulled his shorts down to reveal his jock and watched in amusement as his pancake ass ballooned into two massive globes that threatened to wrip his jock into pieces. The changes continued into his legs and he could feel his thighs grow thick and would now forever rub together, giving him the perfect set of thunder thighs. He looked exactly how he was in those strange memories that he kept having now.

He cupped one of his cheeks and jiggled it in the palm of his hand feeling it shake in his grasp. He'd always wanted a nice thick ass and he couldn't believe he now had one. He began slipping his fingers into his crack and traced them around his hole. Just teasing himself like this was pushing his cock that much closer to the edge and it began to jump up and down just begging for him to stroke it. He wrapped his meaty palm around his member while he started to finger his hole with his other hand, watching how his new body reacted in the mirror. He loved seeing how his big chest heaved in and out with his every moan. How it was harder for him to reach around to get his chubby fingers into his thick juicy ass. He especially enjoyed feeling his muscle gut shake as he intensely stroked his cock.

Everything his new body was doing was an entirely new sensation that threatened to drive him over the edge. He could feel his balls tense up as they began to churn one of the biggest loads he ever busted. He continued beating his cock, feeling himself getting closer to spraying his load all over the bathroom mirror.

Adam couldn't help but to flex his juicy bicep in the mirror, admiring how large it was now, how large he was now. This was enough to finally send him over the edge but just as he was about to cum the bathroom door came open. In shock he turned around but couldn't stop his cock from spraying out rope after rope of cum. It splattered all over the stomach and chest of John's shirts and some dripped down and splattered onto his shoes.

Adam looked at him in horror, not believing he sprayed his first load in this body all over Stacy's Dad. How was he supposed to explain that he was in fact Adam to him and not some random older man who stumbled into his home, especially after busting his load all over him.

He couldn't think of anything to say so he opened his mouth to let the first thing that popped in his head come out but John managed to beat him to the punch.

"Fuck babe really?" He said in an annoyed tone that showed he was obviously amused by Adams display still none the less "you couldn't have just waited for me to get back from the store."

"what are you talking about?" Adam said confused. He was acting as if he knew him and even called him babe, he started to recall those strange memories that had been slowly forming in his head and realized that he mustn't have been the only thing that changed either. Everyone seemed to have changed as well to have always remembered him like this, at least John did anyways.

"Don't play coy with me," John beamed as he swiped a little bit of Adams spunk from off his shirt and gave it a taste. Licking his lips he continued, "You're really not good at hiding the evidence. You're still knuckle deep in your hole from the looks of it."

This made Adams face go beat red, realizing he was still fingering himself through all this, he went to pull his fingers out when John swooped in and grabbed his arm forcing Adam to continue touching his hole.

"No need to stop, there's gotta still be a little steam left in that engine." He said rubbing up against Adams semi hard cock.

Adam swallowed hard, feeling as if he was going to choke on his atoms apple as it bobbed in his throat. He could feel Johns cock get hard through his jeans as he grinded it into his hip. He was slowly working Adams hand in and out of his hole loosening it up before smoothly slipping his own fingers in which made Adam bite his lip as he struggled to hold back a moan, feeling the other man's rough calloused fingers inside him. At this point his cock was fully hard again as he felt John slowly pull his finger in and out, gradually adding another finger in every so often until he eventually had three of his sausage like fingers stretching his hole wide. He started to kiss Adams neck which made him roll his head back. He felt his mind go to mush as he brought his other hand up and began groping his chest, before pinching his nipple in-between his thumb and index finger. He couldn't help it now and let out a moan. He wanted John to just keep going, this was easily far better than any fantasy he ever had.

John knew that he had Adam like putty in his hands and smiled, obviously taking pride in how he was able to make his whole body tremble with just a touch.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" John stated, as if it were a question when there was no doubt in Adams mind that it was meant as a command. He liked it like this though and this was how he always wanted him to be with him. He quickly nodded his head and let John lead him into the bedroom.

It wasn't long after that both men stripped all their clothes off and John was standing above Adam, teasing the outside of his hole with his cock. Both their bellies pressed against one another as Adam wrapped his thick thighs around John's waste. He couldn't help but to become lost in the fact that this muscled daddy was about to take him and make him his bitch. The fact that he was this daddies cub now was even more exciting to him. Adam had so much more of his body for John to explore in this form and it made him quiver with anticipation. He shuttered as John spit on his dick and started teasing it into his hole. It wasn't long before the bear of a man had Adam moaning like a slut as he brought his beefy arms back and clutched the sheets.

John pounded into him relentlessly and with every thrust Adam could feel his mind changing, remembering meeting John on a hookup app years prior. He was around from the time Stacy was little so he'd always been like a second dad to her who had gotten to watch her grow up over the years. Sometimes the two were even closer than her and her own father. Memories flashed in his head of the life him and his husband had made together and how happy they were even when times were rough. He couldn't help but smile from how happy he was about his new lease on life and how it felt as John relentlessly plowed into his thick juicy ass. He brought his hand up and clutched onto Johns shoulder and could feel himself getting close. He didn't have to touch his cock or anything before he blew another hot load across his chest, some splattering on his face collecting into his beard and around his lips.

This was enough to get John to bust his load as he let out a primal grunt and his whole body tensed up as nutted inside of him. Rope after rope of cum sprayed out of Johns cock and filled up Adams hole. It even started to leak from around John's cock as he continued slowly pounding it into him. He finally pulled his cock out of Adams used hole and fell back on the bed. Adam rolled over and nuzzled into his hair chest. He felt Johns cum leaking out of his crack which made it to where he could think about was how he didn't want this moment to end. The two spent the night pillow talking before eventually going off to sleep, there beefy bodies wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

The next morning Adam woke up with a groan. He looked around and saw John was nowhere to be found but could smell sizzling bacon wafting in from outside the room. He smirked at the thought of his man cooking him breakfast as he rolled over on the bed.

He reached for his phone to check the time. It was still early in the morning but he saw that he'd missed a message from Stacy. His heart stopped when reading it. All she said was "Hey, we need to talk."

Adam let out an audible gulp. He could feel his atoms apple bob up and down in his throat as if he was about to choke on it. He hadn't put any thought into his and Stacy's fight since his transformation and the blissful night he'd spent with her father. He couldn't help but wonder if she remembered the old him or if her mind had been rewritten to believe he'd always been like this as well. If she did then he wondered if she was still mad at him and furthermore he worried that if so then this new string of events would just make things worse.

He pondered this for a couple minutes, overthinking about how to approach this conversation before finally gaining the nerve to text her back.

"I just need to get dressed and then we can meet up. I'll be outside in my car. Sound good?"

Not long after she replied with a simple, "Yeah, see you soon."

He let out a sigh as he got to his feet with a louder thud than usual, something else he'd have to get used to with his new build. He stretched his bulky frame as he raided his and his husband's closet for something to wear. He smirked at the thought of John being his husband now as he pulled out a red tank top and retrieved a pair of sweats.

After he put them on he examined himself in the mirror. Yesterday morning he fit into a size medium but now he was wearing an XXL. The clothes would have hung loosely off his twunk frame, the tank top alone would have look like a dress on him, but now they fit snug and showed off his bearish body. The tank revealed his curly forest of chest hair and showed off his big meaty arms in all their glory. He adjusted his junk in his sweatpants, feeling his protruding muscle gut hang over the waste band slightly. It was strange but the idea of gaining weight used to terrify him. His father had always been on the heftier side and he wanted to do everything to not turn out like him but now that he was so much bigger, he enjoyed how there was so much to explore. Hell, he even looked more like his father which made sense, since he recalled that his dad was now his brother in this new reality. Squeezing his muscle gut alone started to make him chub up all over again but he knew he didn't have time for that. He had to talk to Stacy so he tucked his half erect dick into his waste band and barreled down the stairs, his new heavy steps making loud thuds with each movement.

"I can always tell when you're coming," John snickered from the bottom of the steps "you're about as quiet as a bull in a china shop."

He kissed Adam as he made it to the bottom and gave him a firm smack on the ass that made his whole butt shake.

"Someone didn't put any underwear on this morning." John said while teasingly groping his hand around his ass cheek and teaching it to his dick.

"I was in a hurry you perve." Adam playfully shot back as he pushed his hand away "I need to meet Stacy outside, she wants to talk to me."

"Just go easy on her okay. I know you guys got into it last night. I think she's just stressed with her mother moving away with her new girlfriend."

"Trust me, I will babe. I love that girl and I want to make sure she's okay." Which was true, whether Adam was the kid that grew up with her or now the stepdad who helped raise her, in both timelines he'd always cared about her and wanted her to be happy.

The corners of Johns lips curled into a warm smile as he reached over and gave him a small peck on the forehead "I know you do, that's part of the reason I love you so God damn much. Now hurry up and makeup. I made breakfast and I don't want it getting cold."

"Yes sir, gotta make sure I keep my calories up so I can stay nice and round for my man." Adam said while playfully giving his belly a good shake.

He went outside and sat back in his car to wait for Stacy. He brought his arms up behind his head, displaying his arm pit for everyone to see as he laid back. He didn't have to wait long before he heard the passenger side door swing open and she got in.

"Holy shit, I knew it was true but seeing it makes it easier to believe." Stacy said as she got in and closed the door behind herself."

"Just figured I'd make a quick pit stop." Adam chuckled as he flexed his arms and showed off his hairy pits to her.

"Just because you're older now doesn't mean you have to make a bunch of dad jokes," she toyed "Plus you wreak, ever heard of deodorant?"

Adam blushed as he brought his arms down but was stunned hearing Stacy remembered everything "You mean, you remember the old me? But how?"

She shrugged "I do but honestly I don't know. Like I was pissed at you but then I started thinking about my dad and how I just wished he would have told me that he liked men which made me realize that all I wanted was for him to be happy more than anything else yuh know? From what my memories are now telling me though, you've done exactly that."

Adam couldn't help but smile "So you're not mad at me anymore?"

Stacy playfully pushed him on the shoulder "Mad no, a little weirded out though might be more suiting. I'm happy that it happened though, just don't expect me to be calling you my stepdad anytime soon."

"Now what would be wrong with that, I mean I am now old enough to be your father." He teased.

"And you've got the dad bod now to prove it. You'd think a man of your size would be a little more self conscious of his bigger physique and not show his hairy moobs off for the world to see."

"I don't know, I actually kinda dig the weight gain. Plus, what's wrong with a little side boob action."

Stacy couldn't help but laugh at his comment so he paused before he continued "We should get inside though, your dad's finishing up making dinner and wants us in there."

"Sure thing, just remember that though. He is my dad still so I don't need to know the ins and outs of your sex life, sound fair?"

"Perfectly fair to me."

The two shared a hug and went inside. It was the first day of Adams new life and he could already tell that he'd have no issue falling into this role. Being the cub for a daddy like John beat being a college aged twunk who was single by a long shot.

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#Not tf related #Just gaging interest

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A PSA

If you make stories that are actually good dont delete your blog. We have lost too many warriors. IDGAF how mentally ill you are keep your shiet up.

Gay porn attached unrelated, just felt like sharing

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#armptis #hairy #vent post

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Asking for a friend

#gay male tf #male transformation

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love your work- here’s an idea for a story- a chubby, nerdy guy wishes to be more muscular to impress a twink he likes, but ends up a bloated, gassy bodybuilder who’s too big and gross to get a guy.

Quinton was about as sweet as they come. Just look at that shirt!

Sure, he wasn’t the prettiest crayon in the box, but he was colorful in his own ways. Charming, educated, and so dang funny. It was hard not to smile when he was in the same room. He had a tight circle of friends despite his shyness, and he had secured a full ride scholarship well into his senior year.

Things were looking up for him - nothing flashy, or anything to write home about, but he would have a good life. He’d stay in touch with his friends, go on to have a comfortable IT job, and eventually he’d settle down with a guy that loved him; when he was more financially and emotionally stable, of course.

But there were two obstacles in his way. One, he hated the idea of coasting through his life. He was average, and he couldn’t stand it. He was nothing like the jocks in his class with their lean bodies, all he had to do was squeeze his love handles to realize that. He couldn’t even claim to be the smartest guy!

On the student ranking list, he was #8. It should have been a proud achievement, but all he could focus on were the seven spaces between him and the #1 spot. He wanted to be great, and special. A good life and a wonderful life were two very different things. He didn’t want to settle.

And for the second thing, he had already found the guy he wanted to end up with. Except that guy definitely didn’t love him yet. He probably didn’t even know Quinton’s name, or that he even existed. They had “met” at the local gym just a week ago, when the nerd signed up in a last ditch effort to shed some weight.

The twink’s name was Andi, and all it took was one look at his thin frame to see that he wasn’t there to pump iron. He was a pretty little thing, perfectly coiffed hair and a waist so narrow that any hot guy could wrap their hands around him. It was obvious that was what he wanted. Strutting around in his pink crop tops and booty shorts, bending over to pick up little five pound weights.

All the meat in his body was stored in his ass, and Quinton and all the other gym patrons sure loved the show. That little bubble could bounce for hours, the product of carefully mastered squats. Andi was a fan of dropping it low, teasing the out guys and the closeted ones, too. A hole was a hole. His was wide open.

But for Quinton, he was simply taken with the twink’s confidence. He couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, but there was just something about his presence and unashamed attitude that made him smitten. His eyes were always on Andi, but Andi never glanced in his direction. No one ever did. He was always the last pick, or close to.

It was after watching a stud horse of a man follow Andi’s bouncing booty into the restroom that his jealousy got the better of him. The man was huge, he radiated power and masculinity, and he was clearly going to make a conquest out of the perky ass that had been teased in his face for weeks. Or so Quinton thought.

“I wish I could be like him.”

He wanted to be the guy who could follow Andi, who could make him turn around and smile in excitement. He just wanted SOMEONE to turn around, to notice him. He stopped on his treadmill when a sharp pain moved through his stomach, squinting his eyes in confusion. Then the pain became a bubbling, a tight sensation that kept getting tighter. He felt like he was going to pop.

His moved his attention to the restroom right as Andi ran out of it, a hand to his nose and a shrill gag leaving his mouth. “Oh, you absolute pig! Gross!” was all he had to say, flouncing off to a cleaner side of the gym. Quinton was confused, he must have misread the situation, but that didn’t change the fact that it felt like he was going to shit himself.

He burst into the restroom, rushing into a stall and slamming his ass down on a toilet. He started relieving himself when he noticed another man was doing the same in the stall right beside him. He glanced down at the huge, stretched sneakers peeking out and realized that it had to be the bodybuilder that followed Andi. The guy had only needed to take a dump.

Then the smell hit him, and he had to stick half of his palm into his mouth to stop himself from gagging. No wonder that Andi ran away! It smelled like a rotten egg had been stuffed into something that crawled up inside the man and died. His disgust was already sky high even before the stud farted, a fucking war siren echoing through the space. It droned on and on.

Quinton shuddered, his body betraying him to do the same. He grunted, louder than he intended, feeling his sore asshole clench as he deal with the block up. His stomach twisted, like a balloon was deflating in his gut and flying around and around, and then he farted. Just like the bodybuilder. Just as loud, and gross.

“Protein, right?” a gruff voice said beside him. “My turds are the size of my fuckin’ arm, dude.” Quinton could hear the water splashing, tears trailing down his cheeks in horror. He just wanted to finish and leave. The guy only chuckled. “You’re the first dude to give me a run for my money. Fuck, you smell like donkey’s unwashed ass, bro.”

He kept chuckling, talking about these gross things like it was everyday conversation. He sounded so dumb, and so simple, and Quinton already couldn’t stand the obviously straight, ill-mannered brute. But then his mouth opened, and a low baritone laugh left his mouth. His hand flew to his lips, but he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t control his vocal chords.

“Shit, brah. Bulking’s a bitch, you know how it goes,” the intruder said, making the gorilla beside him snort in agreement. Quint was petrified, legs shaking, he didn’t understand what was happening. “This is all chicken and rice,” he said again, not even getting the chance to wonder what the voice meant when his leg was lifted and he farted again. The scent was spicy, and pungent, but he kept breathing it in and laughing. The bodybuilder did, too.

“Bro, you’re fucking sick.” Quint was shocked, had he managed to out-disgust this gas tank of a man? Had he fallen that low? But then there was more laughter, a hand slapping against a meaty thigh. “We need to pump together, man. Name’s Brock.” Quint wanted to roll his eyes, the guy sounded like such a douche. He couldn’t imagine anything worse.

So his voice did the next worst thing, “Sounds like a plan, brah. I’ll be out in a minute. Name’s Clint.” Who the fuck was Clint?! And where did Quint - Quinton? - get off saying he was going to pump iron with this guy? He could barely left the weights Andi used, and that was saying something. He watched the sneakers shift as the man stood up, a rustle of clothes and the door swinging open on its hinges. Was he not going to flush?!

“We’re gonna be best buds, Clint. But I think I’ll call ya Donkey.”

A door closed, and Quint was shocked. He didn’t even wash his hands. This man was a walking sack of meat with no manners. And he... he wished to be just like him. He was still shitting when his body started to shake again, but not out of fear. It felt like an adrenaline shot had been stabbed into him, sweat leaking out of his skin with the intensity of a lifetime of workouts he was catching up on.

“Fuck me!” the deep voice growled, bending over as his ass stretched on the toilet seat. It didn’t feel like Quint’s anymore, not as his hips popped with a loud snap and his thighs started squeaking against the porcelain bowl beneath him. He started to feel like an elephant balancing on a tightrope, but he was only halfway there. He kept grunting like an animal.

His legs shot out, feet flying upwards as they grew longer and wider. His toes felt slimy, and hairy, and he wanted to cry. But all Clint could do was grip the cock still hanging in the dirty toilet bowl, rubbing a calloused hand down the shift as his body kept pumping with muscle. His calves tightened, waist flaring out. His massive balls drooped dangerously close to the brown water beneath them.

He could feel his wrist slamming against a bush of wet hair as it formed, a trickle of sweat sliding down his chest as they ballooned outwards. He was still shitting. Still jacking himself off. His nipples hardened, and poked forward, his biceps packing on muscle and rubbing against him. Every part of him was huge, and bloated, crammed against something. He took up so much space now.

Quint wanted to cry, opening his mouth to beg for help but his voice had been the first thing gone. All he could do was belch, feeling his jaw pop out of place and realign itself with a snap. It felt like someone had punched him in the face, like his features were swollen and huge, his skull felt tighter and his brain felt smaller. “Uh,” was all he could say, not even noticing drool dripping from his lip and hitting the tip of his cock.

He just used it as lube. All it took was a matter of seconds, and the chubby Quinton had beefed up into the self-proclaimed Clint. His gut had hardened into a bulging set of abs, bulked to the max with a soft layer of fat. His shoulders were wide and loaded, his lower half huge and clumsy. His dick was a massive fuck stick, twitching in his hand. He was covered in sweat and hair.

And then cum. He only laughed, coming down from his high and feeling tired for a moment. He used his hand to wipe the hot liquid from his cheek, smearing it against a hairy tight. He pushed out one last fart, clenching his tight asshole to check for any stragglers. Then he stood up, stirring all of his noxious fumes. His pits were almost worse than the toilet. He pulled up his gym shorts and tucked his softening cock away.

He wasn’t even wearing a shirt anymore, just hair and sweat and muscle. He looked like a hot mess, and so did the stall, but he still had a couple hours left of his workout. So he walked out of the cramped space without a second glance, smirking at the thought of some wimp trying to plunge his massive turds down the drain. He was one sexy fucking beast.

His wife sure thought so, a sexy tight thing he kept at home. She was young, and stupid, but fuck if that pussy didn’t know how to milk him good. He scratched his ass through his shorts, everything that made up Quinton disappearing to the depths of his new mind. The nerd was screaming, and would be for eternity, watching his average life be traded for this one. His sexuality and intelligence and manners were long gone. Clint only cared about getting his dick wet and a good pump at the gym with his best bro.

He took a lazy selfie for his wife before leaving the restroom, not bothering to wash his hands. “Have dinner and that cunt waiting for me. Home soon.” He hit send on the text as his shoulder knocked into a skinny little queen walking past him, knocking the twink on his bubble butt. He offered a sweaty hand, but the diva only gasped and covered his nose in horror.

“Ewww, pig!”

Clint only laughed and turned around, squeezing out one last protein fart in the little bitch’s face. “Nah, little bro, it’s Donkey.” And he was far from average.

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"Fuck dude somethings happening!"

"What's up man- holy shit you're sweating like crazy! Rod! Don't tell me they got you!"

"Fuck man! I think they did Mike. Gah, I didn't think that load would tag me fuck!"

"Okay no worries man, we just gotta -sniff- Fuck man-!"

"Don't get too close, fuck I'm dripping bad mpfff!"

Mike tries scrambling around the room to find an exit. But the smell is too great. The musk emitting from rod progressively fills the room. Causing Mike to huddle into a nearby corner as he watches his friend turn.

"Fuck no man -cough, cough- try to fight it." Mike attempts to cover his face with his this shirt. Feeling as the musk creeps around him. Almost like it's alive.

"Fuck Mike I'm sorry I... mmm I can't resist fuck. Ah fuck FUCK!" Rodney slowly feels his body rumble and grow. Helpless to his back widening. The muscle across his back, to the rest of his body developing. At the same time body hair rapidly created patches on those muscles. All while the musk continued to flow around him like a living maelstrom.

"Sooooo musky, so horny...arg. Mike! I-I'm sorry I gotta whiff it! Aaah -sniff-!" Rod fully gives in, feeling the living cloud fill his nostrils. Each huff made him further fall into the lust. While taking in more and more of the musk circling the room. Letting it flow into. But he didn't care, rather he couldn't. Then again why would he, when you get a stink as good as this. Being able to turn him into the beast he's slowly becoming.

Rod reveled in the last few huff, raving, panting, drooling like a mad man. Before feeling the last few puffs invade his mind before collapsing.

Mike opened his eyes to see his beast of a friend hunched over. He slowky walks over getting closer look seeing the musk still emit from his hairy sweat soaked body. With the remnants of his clothes still clinging to his large hairy muscles. His shirt ripped like an animal attacked him. His shoes, busted, showing off his large toes. Even ripped through the sock. Letting out more faint musk. And last, his pants. Trying to contain the constantly leaking monster. Shooting through what's left of his underwear poking out from the top of his sweats.

Mike was shocked to watch it throb and jump even though it still stuck inside them. But the size was unbelievable. He could slightly catch a glimpse of the shaft sticking out. Seeing its girthiness and vascularity live. Almost like it was alive.

Mike knew this is how most infected looked, how all of them actually looked. But he couldn't help but feel that Rod was still in there. Or maybe that was the musk talking, he did feel light headed. But he had to know. Rod still tried to reach out, he could be in there.

Without trying to touch him Mike grabbed something to prod at his body. Using a small stick to try get something out of him. All why he called out: "Rod! Rod!" No answer. He got a bit riskier using the tips of fingers to shake him further. While making to cover his face.

"Fuck you stink!" He murmurs as he shakes him. This time however, his friends head slight moves. Shifting slowly from side to side like he was waking up. Rod began to look around mumbling. Flinging mucus and spit from his face; until he saw Mike, and Mike saw him.

They looked at each other. For a brief second. Until Mike asked him: "R-Rod are you alright man. How do ya feel?" He says timidly.

Rod stares deeply into Mike's eyes. Almost unaware but a thought comes to mind. "Yeah man hehe I feel great, you said I stunk hehe. Why...don't you get a whiff!" He says as he grabs Mike's face and pulls it into his pits.

Mike is shocked. Immediately trying to react and pull back. But thanks to Rods new muscle and strength. He's pulled right onto Rods and pulled deeper into his pits. Rod is practically cuddling him into his pits as he chuckles feeling Mike trying to break free.

"Cmon man get a big whiff of my pits brother. Hehe here lemme help ya, urgh!" Rod focuses his mind onto his pits. Feeling a surge rush deep into his underarm. Before blasting a wave of musk into his friends face.

Mike is left breathing in the cloud of musk. Feeling it tingle as his nose, and mouth are flooded by the living cloud. Instantly his mind goes blank, and his face is drooling. Mike still having a semblance of sense. Looks around his friends body, and back to his pit. Before finding himself get to huffing himself. His cock was immediately to the sensation of his friends musk. Feeling every part of his body tingle. Finding himself even grind against his friends leg.

"Hehe fuck you like that bud. -Huff- I know I do. How do I smell now bro."

Mike rises up from the pit. Showing off a small beard sprouting from his face. Surprising him, yet watching it still continuing to grow.

"Stinky, you smell so stinky bro. You got my fucking dong wired."

"Goooood, nice stink beard bro!"

"Mmm feeling it grow, and I can feel yer stink."

"Well come get more of it bro. Gotta get as much if this shit as possible. All this musk its, it's beautiful." He says lifting his pits, letting his pits puff out.

Mike allows the corruption take over. By stripping down fully nude. Watching his friend strip, Rod rips off the remainder of his clothes like a beast. Finally letting his new body breath. Especially letting his new cock and balls free. Watching as it sprung flinging onto Mike's cock and stomach.

The shot instantly seeped into Mike's shaft, like lotion. Feeling flowing into cockhole. Prompting to fall back down onto Rods body. Slowly he started to grind his hips on Rods massive bush as Rod watched him slowly lose himself to the lust. Helping his friend and himself further delve deeper he slightly moves his cock next his friends now on his stomach. This time both their cocks were frotting together. Letting his infectious pre further flow deep into Mike's cockhole as he hugged him with his musky body.

The feeling made Mike and Rod moan almost simultaneously practically gooning from the corruption churning from within. Rodney from how strong the virus felt in him, and Mike from his body slowly succumbing to it. Feeling his balls swelling. Gladly welcoming it by continuing to grind harder, and now spurting pre.

Rod pulled his bud closer to his face. In a deep voice he breathed: "I'm gonna make you sticky, I'm gonna make you musky bro."

"Shit man do whatever, cause right now I don't want this to stop."

They look st each other before Rod kisses him mixing their musky breathes. Each sealing the deal. Going on to musk up one another, and Rod pinning Mike on his back frotting harder.

Mike feeling his body turning and rumbling just by being smother by him. But that's fine, cause all he could think while mumbling.

"Fucking stinky -sniffs, huffs- aaaaaaaaah!"

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