moonsinnergom

[moonsinnergom]

Evened Out

(Original story posted December 7th 2023) This story has been updated!

Mitchell’s day started like any other. He got up early, ate breakfast and went to work. Went through the usual motions of his work day until his lunch break then doing it all again until it was time to head home. He said goodbye to his co-workers before jumping in his car and starting up the engine. The blinking red light on his dashboard was swift to remind him that he needed to make a quick stop at the gas station on the way back. With a sigh he buckled his seatbelt and set off down the road.

It only took about 10 minutes before he was pulling into the gas station next to pump. Mitchell jumped out of his car and began filling it up. Though as he watched the gas meter go up, he couldn’t help noticing a huge pickup truck pulling in the station. How could he not notice it with that massive engine roaring beside him. The thing had to be at least twice the size of Mitchell’s regular old car. As it parked next to him, Mitchell began to smell the fumes being expelled from the large vehicle, filling the air with a particular stench. Most would find the smell unpleasant and usually Mitchell would as well. Yet for some reason, at this moment, Mitchell found himself feeling oddly allured by it and he didn’t have the faintest idea why.

As Mitchell stood there taking in the fumes, the driver's side door to the truck opened. A large pair of worn work boots stepped out from the truck with a heavy thud. They belonged to a large and imposing bear of a man, the exact kind you’d imagine to be driving a truck like that. He was huge all over. He adorned a set of burly arms that were matched by his huge brawny legs. A thick furry stomach that caused the man’s shirt to stretch taut in an effort to contain its mass. A fat bear ass that his jeans seemed moulded perfectly to. Atop his head the man wore a backwards cap that covered his almost bald head. But even more noticeable was that massive bushy beard of his. One so thick and full that anyone would be tempted to run their fingers through it. This hefty man was practically the image of masculinity.

Mitchell couldn’t help continuing to steal glances at the stranger as he made his way up to the gas pump before slotting it into his own tank. That man… just the sight of him was making Mitchell’s cock twitch. When he wasn’t glancing at the man he was looking down at his own body. In comparison he was much shorter and skinnier than the bearish figure before him. Lanky arms and small legs with next to no muscle on his frame. A little bit of flab around his midsection due to his lack of exercise. Pretty much completely hairless all over besides the top of his head. Relatively boyish looks that made him seem younger than he actually was. And to top it all off, a relatively small manhood that was about an inch and a half under average. Certainly nothing compared to what this other man was packing judging by the fat bulge in his jeans. The only real thing Mitchell truly had going for him was the surprisingly large and bubbly ass he’d been blessed with.

All his life Mitchell had admired bigger men like the one stood across from him. Never believing he’d be one himself of course. Mitchell just loved the idea of a big hairy man wrapped his arms around him and holding him close. Allowing him to be hugged tight in all that manliness. Letting all that masculinity consume him until this bigger man had him pinned down on a bed and was ripping off his pants. Smacking Mitchell’s ass a little before said man whips out his own huge cock and-

“Like something you see, boy?” The bear asked, having clearly noticed Mitchell’s staring.

Right away Mitchell snapped out of his little fantasy.

“Oh! I uhhh… no sorry I just…” He stumbled over his words, not knowing what to say to the imposing man who’d just caught him in the middle of a perverted daydream. As he tried to think of a way to explain himself, Mitchell quickly noticed that the man didn’t seem annoyed. It’d been hard to tell under that bushy beard but If anything the burly man looked sort of amused.

“It’s fine if you do.” The trucker smirked as that deep baritone voice of his sent shivers along Mitchell’s spine. “I think I like what I see too.” He added as his gazed shifted up and down Mitchell’s lean suited body. The preppy, well groomed and smart look Mitchell adorned seemed to catch his eye.

Mitchell gulped. His mouth went completely dry at the comment, not knowing how to respond. Was this guy being for real with him? What was he supposed to say in return? He’d never been in a situation like this before. It was like something you’d see in a TV show.

Before long, after a bit of stalling, Mitchell finished filling his tank and returned to pump to its slot whilst trying to hide his blush. He could feel the bear’s eyes burning a hole through him but he was too nervous to return it. Instead he opted to quickly scuttle off inside the gas station to pay for his fuel and pick up a couple other things while he was there. Glancing out the station window a few times as he browsed the items to see if the stocky man was still there. Of course he was.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Mitchell must’ve taken his eyes off the trucker just long enough for him to not notice the man strolling up to the entrance of the station. The burly figure brushed a hand through his thick beard. Those stern eyes of his landed on the smaller man with a devilishly glint as his mustache curled upwards in a smirk. This left Mitchell feeling even more flustered as he quickly averted his eyes back towards the shelf of items. He swiped up everything he needed and practically made a dash for the till.

He watched as the cashier scanned his items. As he did, Mitchell glanced over his shoulder to see the trucker glancing into the refrigerator at the shelves of cold beer cans. Mitchell took a nervous breath in an effort to calm the throbbing erection that he was trying oh so desperately to hide. Thankfully the cashier was quick at telling him his total for the fuel and items, allowing him to pay so he could get out of there and get home before he ends up doing something insane.

But it would seem he wasn’t quick enough. The second Mitchell turned around he was met face to face with two massive pecs. Each held firmly by a tight tank top that allowed for thick curly chest hair to spill out from the neckline. Having almost walked directly into the two mounds of thick muscle, Mitchell looked up to see the same man from before grinning down at him like a predator getting ready to devour its prey. He had no idea how a man that huge had managed to get behind him so fast without making a single sound. Yet there he was. Mitchell would’ve been more scared had he not been so turned on.

“I-I’m so sorry I… I wasn’t looking where I- sorry…” Mitchell mumbled awkwardly before trying to scoot around the brute. Before he could however, he felt a massive hand on his chest stopping him from getting away.

“Hold on boy. Wait for me a moment. I’ve got something I want to ask you.” The bear claimed with a sly look on his bearded face. “Assuming you don’t have anywhere else to be.” That grin of his only grew, in turn causing Mitchell’s head and heart to swell with an abundance of emotions he couldn’t even begin to decipher.

The rather meek looking man nodded. “S-sure. Okay. I’ll uhmm… I’ll wait.” And with that Mitchell stood and watched awkwardly as this hirsute mountain of a human being placed his basket of items on the counter to be scanned. A six pack of beer, a few cigars, some gum and a couple other miscellaneous things like snacks and what not. A small part of Mitchell’s brain was telling him to run for the hills while he still had the chance but by this point he was far too captivated by this huge, admittedly sexy man.

Moments later the man handed over what he owed before turning around, happy to see Mitchell still waiting for him like a good boy. Bag in hand, he stomped over towards Mitchell with an almost triumphant look on his face for whatever reason as he slung a meaty arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. Before they knew it, Mitchell was being guided out of the gas station by this hairy goliath without much of a say in the matter.

“So. What did you uhm… want to talk about sir?” Mitchell asked as they reached their cars.

The grip that strong hand had on Mitchell’s shoulder tightened a little. “Oh I want to do more than talk boy.” The bearded man smirked. “And the name is Daryn. But you can keep calling me sir if that’s what you prefer.” He chuckled.

Daryn proceeded to march the two of them over towards his pick up truck where he opened the passengers side door and motioned towards Mitchell to get in. Immediately Mitchell was hit with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the faint aroma of musk. Though all things considered it didn’t look too messy besides a couple of burger wrappers and an empty beer can on the seat which Daryn quickly wiped onto the floor, implying he’d clean it later.

“Hop in.” The bear stated bluntly.

Mitchell couldn’t help feeling oddly allured by the offer but… “H-hold on what? What do you mean get in? Where do you wanna take me???” He shouted in a somewhat distressed manner.

“Don’t worry yourself boy.” Daryn’s deep voice once again rumbling through the air in a way that made Mitchell shiver in delight. “I’m gonna take you somewhere you’ll never want to leave where all you’ll feel is bliss…” he claimed somewhat ominously.

Mitchell wasn’t sure how to respond. “I uhmm… I’m not sure I’m… uhhh…” before he could even finish a coherent thought, however, Mitchell’s eyes widened as he felt a giant hand grab the back of his head before Daryn smashed their lips together. Mitchell can only grunt and groan in surprise as he felt the bigger man’s beard rubbing against his face. He could already taste the beer on Daryn’s breath as the bear stuffed his tongue deep into Mitchell’s mouth. The latter found himself helpless to do anything. As if his body had gone totally weak, refusing to pull away from the kiss and instead leaned further into it.

The kiss only concluded when Daryn decided to pull away, by which point Mitchell’s eyes were already glossed over in a haze. He could hardly remember where he was or what he was doing. Only the giant hairy man before him who was causing his cock to throb.

“Now, as I said, hop in.” Daryn murmured only this time he didn’t give Mitchell much of a choice nor any time to think or recompose before he was practically picking the small suited man up by his shirt and tossing him in the passenger seat. “There you go.”

Moments later Daryn came around the other side before jumping into the driver's seat. Mitchell’s head was still spinning from the kiss. All he knew was that being so close to this brute made him feel so helpless and submissive. Like he wanted to do anything he was told. So much so that Daryn smiled when he saw Mitchell’s bulge now at full attention. The dazed man began to snap out of it however as he heard the truck's engine roar to life.

“W-what? Huh? Wait… m-my car.” Mitchell muttered as his brain made its best attempt to come to its senses.

“Don’t worry about that car boy. You’re not gonna need it anymore.” Daryn claimed as he rubbed Mitchell’s lean thigh. “Just focus on me. Focus on daddy.

That deep gravelly voice rang through Mitchell’s ears in a way that made him unable to resist. So much so that Mitchell hardly even protested as he watched Daryn reach towards his own crotch and undo the zipper on his jeans. Slowly reaching inside and pulling out the thick meaty shaft he called a cock. Mitchell immediately found himself hypnotised by the sight of it. The way it pulsed and engorged left him desperate and drooling.

“Have a suck on that while daddy takes you home.” Daryn murmured before grabbing Mitchell’s head and shoving it down towards his fat dick. The younger man didn’t even try to resist, instead just wrapping his lips around the massive cock as he was told. Coughing and spluttering a little as he struggled to contain its sheer girth and length in his mouth while the trucker kept pushing Mitchell’s head further down. “Mmmmm yeahhhhh… that’s it. Goooood boy.” Daryn groaned, allowing the pleasure of a good blowjob to wash over him. He wanted to get one last blow in before the big change after all.

With Mitchell’s mind now firmly under the hairy trucker’s control, Daryn pulled out of the gas station and started heading down the main road. It’d been so many years since he’d done this. He couldn’t help the excitement building in his chest for what was to come. He wasn’t exactly sure if he’d receive the outcome he was hoping for after he’d used Mitchell but at the very least it would be interesting. And if it didn’t work out as planned, he could always find someone else to even things out some more…

———

About 30 minutes later, the pair pulled up outside Daryn’s place. It was a secluded cabin out in the woods a few miles away from the nearest two. It was a surprisingly nice place that looked almost a bit fancy with the way it was built. Of course Mitchell didn’t see it initially as he was too busy letting Daryn use his mouth as a cock warmer. Still in a daze as he passively sucked on the giant manhood. He only stopped sucking the girthy dick when Daryn gripped his hair and said they’d arrived. Mitchell would only nod in response as he climbed out of the truck and followed Daryn inside the cabin.

Mitchell of course didn’t think twice when Daryn locked the door behind them before leading him towards the main living area. His mind was still too foggy after having his nose buried in the trucker’s crotch for so long. Instead he happily followed Daryn like a lost puppy into a living room that was large and spacious with just the right amount of decor to give it some personality. But Mitchell didn’t care about any of that. He only had tunnel vision for the bear that’d lured him here.

Daryn turned and looked Mitchell in the eyes. “Now just do what I tell you and wait here while I get the preparations ready.” He patted Mitchell on the cheek before leaving the preppy young man standing in the middle of the living room like a mindless drone waiting for his master to return. Thankfully it wasn’t long before Daryn came back with a few peculiar items in hand.

Daryn placed the items to one side before turning back to Mitchell with a smile. “Get undressed.” He ordered with an even more commanding tone. Mitchell’s eyes rolled slightly as the bigger man’s voice vibrated through him. Then almost immediately after he began pulling off his clothes as fast as possible. Tossing his tie on the floor as he kicked off his dress shoes before rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. “Gooood.” Daryn muttered as he began to do the same. Gradually tugging off his own clothes starting with his massive boots before moving to grab the bottom of his tight shirt. He tossed the shirt on the floor, revealing his huge hairy belly and soft furry pecs in all their glory. Not to mention a strange necklace that’d been hidden under his shirt dangling around his neck.

“Fuck this hypno necklace was a great purchase.” Daryn grunted with a smirk as he reached gently for the magical artifact he was wearing. Looking down at it for a moment as it shimmered with an ethereal glow. “Certainly made getting you here with me a hell of a lot easier, huh boy?” Daryn looked over at Mitchell who’s eyes seemed to shimmer faintly with a glow not unlike the necklace. Its magic now wrapped so tight around his brain that Mitchell would do anything Daryn told him to do.

The pair continued stripping down until finally they both stood completely nude besides the necklace still hanging around Daryn’s neck. Dirty jeans and suit pants discarded to one side. Now the sheer difference between them was more apparent than ever. Seeing one another’s nude forms standing face to face like this was oddly enthralling for the both of them. To see the direct comparison of Mitchell's smooth skinny body next to Daryn’s enormous hairy form… It was like night and day! Everything about Daryn was bigger and manlier from his muscles to his body fat. His hands to his beard. His ass to his cock. Jesus Christ their cocks… Despite everything, that was one of the most notable differences. Mitchell had never been all that impressive downstairs with a small dick that couldn’t even make the cut for average size. A cute little pecker if you will. But Daryn on the other hand? His cock was a weapon. Fat and huge. Even while flaccid it was intimidating to look at. You could already tell just by looking that it could ruin almost any hole. Had Mitchell not been dazed out of his mind he probably would’ve been jealous of a thick girthy cock like that. Instead all he could only think about was worshiping every hairy inch of the Goliath of a man before him.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Daryn turned and grabbed one to the items he’d collected earlier. A bottle of what seemed to be ordinary body lotion. He cracked open the lid and poured a very generous amount of it into his hand before closing the gap between himself and Mitchell. Without a second thought he began rubbing the lotion across Mitchell’s smooth frame, starting with his chest and stomach before working his way around. Making sure to lather up every inch of the younger man’s frame. Before long Mitchell was practically shining in the light as if he were about to star in a nude photoshoot. But things weren’t over yet.

“Now it’s my turn.” Daryn handed the lotion bottle to Mitchell. “Lather me up boy.” He barked. He didn’t need to ask twice. Moments after, Mitchell had squeezed the lotion into his hands and was rubbing it all across Daryn’s much bigger body. His small hands sliding through the dense body hair that covered Daryn’s entire form. Mitchell made sure to get into each and every crevice of the bear's body. His relentless desire to worship the trucker caused him to take far too much pleasure in applying the lotion. It’s no surprise that he took the longest amount of time lathering up Daryn’s huge hairy ass cheeks. Running his hands over his master's fat bubbly globes again and again while making sure to get right in between them. Only stopping when Daryn reminded him that his dick still needed lathering. Mitchell was hasty to comply. He crawled around and began to massage that giant bear cock with the lotion running his finger along the bearish shaft gingerly while making sure Daryn’s balls got a good lathering as well.

“Good job boy.” Daryn complimented as another twisted yet genuine smile tugged at his bearded lips. “I appreciate the extra lengths you went to worship this form. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m going to miss all this. But I’m long overdue for a little change to freshen things up.” Daryn explained nonchalantly as he gave his big belly a slap and pat before hefting it a little, enjoying the way it wobbled under his touch. “Oh well. I’m sure I’ll get back to this point sooner or later.” He added, though all of what he was saying went completely over Mitchell’s hypnotised head.

With that Daryn took one last feel of his body before going to grab the other item he’d collected earlier. A strange looking ring. It was embedded with an array of strange engravings that wouldn’t mean a thing to most normal people. But Daryn was far from normal. So the huge macho man took a deep breath before slipping the ring onto his finger. Immediately he could feel its power surging into him yet again after so many years, flooding his senses with the kind of magic that left him feeling like the strongest man on earth. And then he glanced over at Mitchell who was still pretty zoned out and had no clue as to what was about to happen. He couldn’t wait.

He marched back over towards the preppy young man with heavy footsteps. “Are you ready, little man?” He sneered. “To become a part of me?” He added with a sadistic grin.

As insane as it sounded, Mitchell was as far too gooned out after a whole car ride of dick sucking to process what he’d just been asked. All he could do was go along with it mindlessly by nodding his head in agreement as his own dick bounced in unison.

“Good. NOW C’MERE BOY!” Daryn roared! The brutish man threw his arms around Mitchell and pulled the smaller man into a tight bear hug. Their slick bodies mingled against one another in an embrace that had Mitchell moaning towards the ceiling as Daryn lifted him up off the ground while squeezing him with those thick powerful arms. And as he did, the ring on Daryn’s finger began to glow a multitude of different colours…

Daryn always loved this part. The otherworldly power of the ring began to flare as it flowed through his body. It was an intense heat that couldn’t be contained yet always made him feel so comfortable and horny at the same time. It spread through to every cell of his body, fueling him to the max with power that Daryn knew exactly how to wield.

Mitchell’s own body began to resonate with the heat from within Daryn's body. Somehow made him feel even weaker than before and yet he loved it. Not only did their physical size difference make him feel so small and powerless but now he could sense this other energy flowing through Daryn that only made him feel more helpless. With that, thanks to the combined might of the hypnotic necklace and the mysterious ring, Mitchell found himself completely drunk on submission as Daryn bear hugged him even tighter. Mitchell’s head lolled back with a slack jawed look on his face as his feet still dangled above the floor. It only made him want to be closer and closer to Daryn. Closer and closer and closer… he needed to be closer. The magic was telling him so. Closer. Closer. Closer.

His body acted on its own as Mitchell suddenly wrapped both his arms and legs around Daryn’s body as tightly as he could. All the while feeling an almost unimaginable feeling of bliss surge through his skinny body in waves of ecstasy. He was in so much constant pleasure that he’d failed to notice how he’d already blown multiple loads across Daryn’s hairy stomach.

“Fuuuuuck boyyyyy! That’s it! Hold on nice and tight! It’ll all be over soon…” Daryn moaned like a beast in heat as his own giant cock bucked eagerly against Mitchell’s ass from below. He could feel it starting. The lotion they’d put on beforehand was helping to hasten and smooth the process along. It was something he’d figured out the last time he did this after many long and awkward attempts before that. But now he could already feel it happening!

Mitchell was still blissfully unaware of the situation, completely absorbed by lust. Had he been more conscious of what was happening, he’d have noticed that being this close to Daryn was no longer a choice. Their bodies were sticking together like glue. Or more accurately, Mitchell’s body was gradually being pulled inside Daryn’s!

Magical wisps of energy originating from the ring began swirling around the pair. As they did Mitchell only continued to sink deeper as he rutted against Daryn in a lustful frenzy. Every movement only caused his body to be pulled deeper. His chest and stomach had already fully sunk in as his arms and legs were beginning to follow the same example. Even Mitchell’s cock and balls that’d stuck to Daryn’s midsection were now starting to phase into the brutes body. One would think that at some point Mitchell would come to his senses and start freaking out, demanding to be let go as he panicked. But it didn’t happen. He was completely gooned out by both the hypnosis and the magic that was causing this strange metamorphosis. His face looked so dumb and horny that it was a miracle he hadn’t started drooling like an idiot. Daryn preferred it this way though. No fighting against it. No angry protesting. Just slutty moans filling the air until the job was done.

And that’s exactly what happened. Even as more and more of Mitchell’s body was pulled inside, he couldn’t help letting out moan after moan. Seemingly trapped in this cycle of heavenly bliss. Pretty soon his arms and legs had almost completely disappeared with only his back, ass and head sticking out the front of Daryn’s body. A bizarre sight to say the least. Anyone likely would’ve fainted on the spot had they walked in on a scene like this. Daryn would know since it’d happened to him once before.

One of the first times he attempted this ritual, it was back when he lived in town and actually had neighbors. Daryn was attempting to absorb another man who was fighting back with all his might. His resistance was futile of course as the ritual couldn’t be stopped once it started. All the commotion however had alerted some next door. The neighbour had peered in through a window to see Daryn wrestling with another man as their bodies fused. Of course nobody believed them when they tried to explain what they saw and where that other guy had disappeared to as the magic of the ring had already begun replacing people's memories. That said, Daryn didn’t take any more risks after that. Hence resulting in his current cabin in the woods. Far away from any curious neighbors.

The bear gave Mitchell’s tight little ass one final smack before that too sunk inside his body. He then moved his hands up towards Mitchell’s back, squeezing it tightly in an effort to speed up the process even further. During which Mitchell himself could no longer feel the parts of himself that’d been absorbed. Instead he was now moaning at the pleasure he felt simply being a part of Daryn. Getting to feel Daryn’s body from head to toe as if it were his own despite having zero control. Still feeling the euphoria of the magic itself only now he was feeling it flow through that massive hairy body that’d lured him here to begin with. He loved it. He needed more. He needed to immerse himself fully and become a part of Daryn just like he was always born to be! And just like that the rest of his back disappeared leaving only his head sticking out of Daryn’s chest.

Daryn grinned through his massive beard as he watched the last of Mitchell slipping away. The smaller man’s moans continued to grow quieter and quieter as his head was pulled deeper. His neck fully submerged before his face began to disappear. The final look on it was one of needy desire, groaning like an idiot up until the last second that his mouth was pulled inside. The last thing his eyes saw was an upwards view of Daryn’s big hairy pecs that he was now becoming a part of while the trucker stared down at him devilishly. Only then did the last of his head finally sink in. Fully merged at last.

After that Daryn took a long deep breath. Then another as he tried to centre himself. He could already feel his body and the magic of the ring trying to process Mitchell’s essence. Like always he felt heavy after this part. A lot heavier than normal, even for him. Almost like the feeling you get after stuffing your face with a huge meal. Thick and bloated. All while Mitchell’s DNA, Mass and Mind were being calculated.

The ring on Daryn’s finger continued to glow with a glimmering rainbow for a few more moments until finally it settled on a deep purple colour. Seeing this Daryn knew what was to come next. The change. He could feel it already. Deep inside his body he could already sense the transformation starting to bubble up.

He let out a long and intense roar as the magic spread throughout his form once again, only this time with a much greater intensity. Every inch of his being was overflowing with energy. No matter how many times it happened, he’d never get used to this part. It was just so otherworldly. But he loved it all the more because he knew that afterwards he would be blessed with something new and fresh once again. He just hoped he was gonna love as much as he loved his previous forms.

Despite how strong of a man he appeared to be, Daryn’s knees began to wobble at the might of the magical power threading through his body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer so he used the last of his strength to make it out of the living room and down the corridor. Each step wavering with sheer ecstasy as he had to hold onto the wall for support. His involuntary moans filled the house while his cock bucked and bounced with every step, now impossibly hard. He even began to leak copious amounts of pre, leaving a trail of cum behind until he finally reached his bedroom.

Upon stumbling into the room, Daryn was just about able to make it to the mirror. He could already see some of the changes. Subtle differences in his facial structure, the proportions of his body seeming a little bit off, he could already tell he was getting a bit thinner but with a guy like Mitchell that was to be expected. He had just enough strength left to do a quick spin in the mirror, examining his current body from all sides one last time.

“Mmmmm god I’m gonna miss being this huge.” He mumbled to himself as he got a good look at his thick bear ass before smacking his belly and hefting his pecs one last time. “But… Uugghhhh fuuuuckkk… I can’t wait… for my… Grroooaaahhhh… new body!” He was just barely able to finish his sentence while falling to his knees at last, cock pointing up towards the ceiling. The last thing he remembered before passing out was his dick erupting everywhere like a volcano of cum…

———

It was a long night to say the least. It was only around 6:30pm when Daryn passed out but he wouldn’t awake until the following morning and for good reason. Like many times before, his body was undergoing an intense transformation. The powerful ring that was causing it continued to glow brightly through the night as it forced Daryn’s body through the changes even while he was unconscious. It wasn’t until the sun began to rise that Daryn finally started to come around.

“Fuuuck… how long was I out?” He grumbled slightly while rubbing his head. The first thing he noticed was just how sticky his chest and stomach were. Cum. That always happened. His cock can never stop cumming after he absorbs someone and every time he wakes up covered in it. However that was far from what really caught his eye.

His body. It was leaner. Gone was the huge wobbly belly from before and in its place was a lean stomach the likes of which Daryn hadn’t possessed in years. And his pecs were so much firmer now, no longer padded out with so much fat. They looked hard and shapely now. And it wasn’t just that. His entire body felt so much lighter!

Daryn wasted no time getting up onto his feet, which suddenly seemed so much easier than before. As he was still right in front of the mirror, Daryn immediately got a good look at his new body. And it was everything he’d hoped. At first he was a little worried that Mitchell was a little too far on the twinkish side but now he was seeing the results, he was certain he’d picked the perfect candidate.

Immediately it was clear that merging with Mitchell had caused his weight to drop quite considerably which was expected. Before he was practically a giant with all the fat and muscle he adorned. But now? His body was lean and toned. He might not have been the colossal tank of a man he was before but he still looked and felt strong.

He reached up towards his face before running a hand across it. There were similarities to both his former face and Mitchell's, allowing it to feel both familiar and not so at the same time. He was glad to see he’d retained his strong masculine looks only now they looked a bit more refined. Instead of that rougher look he’d grown accustomed to, Daryn now adorned a much more charmingly handsome yet still manly facade.

“Fucking hell. Forgot how nice it feels to have a full head of hair.” He admitted as he ran a hand through the neatly cropped hair that now sat where his trucker hat had previously been covering a balding scalp. “Mmmmm… and I like the feel of that too.” Daryn hummed as he dragged a hand through his new beard. Before it’d been so huge and bushy but now it’d receded into a shorter and more well groomed beard instead.

“Jesus boy. Your DNA and mine went together like bread and butter. I’m a gorgeous fucker!” He grunted to himself while continuing to inspect his new face. Prodding at each and every detail. He could’ve stared at his handsome new visage all day had he not been eager to continue exploring the rest of his body.

Taking a few steps back, Daryn eyed himself up and down in the mirror. Despite being much leaner than he was before, he’d still retained a lot of his muscle mass. That couldn’t have been more clear than when he decided to flex his biceps. He grinned as he watched the muscles peak. “Fuuuuck yeahh. Good arms…” he commented towards his hunky reflection while giving his right bicep a squeeze. He just adored how solid the muscle felt now that it wasn’t covered by fat. So much so that he couldn’t help giving both biceps a kiss.

Once he’d finished groping at his arms however, his attention soon shifted towards his chest. He’d already noticed it before but now he gave himself a chance to really appreciate it by giving both his pecs a proper squeeze at the same time. They felt so much more rounded than before but the best part was the bouncing. It’d been so many years since he was able to do it but now he could finally bounce his pecs properly again! His face practically lit up with lustful glee as he watched the muscle move under his command. Pecs moving in almost perfect rhythm. Left, right, left, right. “God that’s so hot…” He muttered.

As he’d been admiring his pecs however, he was forced to recognise just how much body hair he was left with now. Before absorbing Mitchell he was a complete fur ball covered in hair from head to toe. Mostly because all the other men he’d absorbed in the past were hairy fuckers as well. Now though his body hair seemed a lot more modest with the majority of it covering his chest and stomach. It certainly gave him an aura of tamed masculinity that’d been groomed to perfection rather than the rough, primal and unkempt masculinity he normally exuded.

After that his attention turned towards his crotch. “Glad to see my meat didn't get any smaller.” Daryn chuckled as he reached down and grabbed his already half hard cock. The excitement of getting to explore his new body had already caused some blood to pump into his prised organ. With Mitchell having had such a small dick, Daryn was concerned about losing some of the size he’d acquired across his many absorptions. Thankfully the ritual had been kind. Despite having gotten leaner, his cock was just as fat as ever, hanging heavy between his legs. In fact, without that big belly in the way, his cock looked even bigger and more impressive than before. Especially as it grew to its full size.

He couldn’t help shivering as he gripped it tightly, feeling just how firm it was now. “O-ooohh fuck. It’s soooo… fuckin hard.” It might’ve sounded like a given but Daryn’s body had been reaching its mid 40’s before. However after merging with a young guy like Mitchell it was clear that he’d lost a few years alongside all that fat. If he were to guess, he’d probably be about 30 years old now physically speaking. That said the youthful vigor that’d slowly been slipping away from him had returned in kind with a dick that was not only huge but also ready to fuck and blow a fat nut at a moment’s notice!

While jerking himself off, Daryn couldn’t help turning to the side so he could get a decent look at his ass and he couldn’t have been happier. Instead of the fat bearish butt he had before, it was now much more bubbly muscle ass. Yet still thick and easy to jiggle of course. Something he couldn’t help doing with his spare hand which only made his cock pulse harder and harder.

Turning back to face the mirror dead on, Daryn grinned with triumph. Sure he’d loved being a bear for all those years but this new form was everything he could’ve asked for. Strong and muscled. Tight in all the right places. Drop dead fucking gorgeous. Every inch of his new body was perfect.

“Grrrahhhhh… I’m so fuckin handsome!!” Daryn shouted before stumbling forwards towards the mirror. Without a second thought he grabbed onto the sides of it and ran his tongue along the glass before leaning in and kissing his reflection passionately. The whole time his cock bucked while smearing pre-cum across the mirror.

This was something Daryn did every decade or so. It was like a tradition now. Everytime he was getting bored of a certain look or was looking for a way to shave a few years off, he would use the ring. This was now the eighth time it’d happened. Mitchell was his eighth victim. Every time he absorbed someone, their DNA mixed with his own to induce a transformation. However their minds, instead of merging with Daryn’s, would always get broken down and lost during the merging process. Usually churned away into nothing as their consciousness got pushed down into his balls after the transformation was complete, ready to be shot out in a massive load later on. Meaning Daryn never had to fight for control. A perfect outcome for him really.

“Ohhhh god yessss… that stupid little bitch had no fucking clue he was gonna become part of perfection.” He groaned as he squeezed and tugged at his cock. He took a step back from the mirror again so he could really stare into his own eyes. “Thanks for the DNA Mitchell but I’m afraid my need for you has run out.” It was strange. Mitchell had never mentioned his name to Daryn but after being absorbed Daryn just knew it now. Not that it mattered anymore. “Once I’ve splattered you across my fucking mirror, I’m gonna head out into the world and I’m gonna FUCK so much ASS!” He claimed boldly, thrusting his hips lewdly as he did.

Daryn went on a horny spree of feeling up his body. Touching every muscle. Rubbing his hands across every hair. Showing off his new form in so many different ways by posing in the mirror and even taking a few pictures of himself between pumping his impressive dick. He even went as far as to set up his camera so he could record himself jiggling his own ass and shaking it like a slut. This quickly led to him watching the video back and jerking off even harder while moaning about how he wished he could fuck his own ass now. Saying how juicy and fuckable it looked. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.

With one final squeeze of his cock, Daryn let go of his huge 9 inch manhood and tossed both his arms up into an impressive bicep flex before spewing one of the fattest loads he’s spilled in years. His dick was like a hose as it spayed cum uncontrollably around the room. Coating the floor, bed, mirror and bedside table with his nut.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Daryn resigned himself to clean up. He wiped up as much of his mess as possible before heading into the shower. Switching it on and allowing the hot water to cascade over his form. Everything just felt so right. Of course he was gonna miss being so huge but if he ever got tired of the lean muscled look, he could always start stuffing his face and packing on the pounds again. Or maybe the next time he decides to absorb someone, he’ll look for a huge thick hairy daddy to take instead. Either way he was certainly going to enjoy this new muscle daddy look he had going on in the meantime.

That said, now that Daryn had a clear mind, he had to admit he was liking this new form of his a hell of a lot more than he expected. Even as he lathered his body up with soap, he couldn’t help lingering on certain areas. Rubbing and teasing himself as he made sure to clean every crevice. Especially in between his ass. His hand just couldn’t help lingering between his cheeks as his fingers tickled the entrance to his hole. It certainly didn’t feel as tight as it once did. Like somehow merging with Mitchell had loosened his asshole a bit. It felt good though. Really fucking good. Like he just wanted to…

“Ughhhh fuuuckkk…” he groaned while slowly slotting a finger inside himself. It felt surprisingly good considering he hadn’t even thought of playing with his hole in years. Almost all the guys he’d absorbed up until now had been very dominant manly men that would only ever top so this was another unfamiliar feeling. “Maybe I’ll try getting fucked after all…” he mumbled. Of course he wanted to remain a top for the most part but the idea of getting a big dick up his tight muscle ass every once in a while suddenly began to sound rather appealing.

By now the magic of the ring must’ve already shifted reality. The rest of the world would have thought he was always this way and that Mitchell never existed. Which also meant that as soon as he was done showering he could head down into town and hit up some of the gay bars. With his smooth husky voice and dashing new looks, he was certain he’d have another dude in his bed by the end of the night. He’d have them worshipping his hot fucking body before bending them over and filling them to fucking brim with cum.

All in all Mitchell was the best absorption partner he could’ve asked for. He might have been fine as a massive bear of a man, but now this new self was brimming with possibilities. Top, bottom and everything in between? Daryn couldn’t wait to see everything in store for him.

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Dead By Sensation (TF story)

In the sweltering haze of the late afternoon gym, the air was thick with testosterone and musk. David stood confidently, glistening with sweat, his chiseled frame flexed just enough to assert quiet dominance. His underarms steamed slightly, a haze of raw masculine scent wafting around him. Beside him stood Caleb, just as built but more reserved, his brow furrowed, uncertain, his body not yet awakened to what was about to happen.David turned slowly, his smirk full of intent. “You’re not ready yet,” he said, voice low, teasing. Caleb blinked, confused. “Ready for what?”Without answering, David suddenly pulled Caleb forward, one thick arm wrapping behind his neck. Caleb barely had time to react before his face was shoved deep into the swampy, musky heat of David’s underarm.The scent hit like a shockwave—spicy, earthy, masculine. Caleb thrashed for a second, but his strength ebbed as his body quivered from the sensation. His face tingled, his jawline sharpening, his brow thickening. The soft edges of his features began to morph, becoming more rugged, more primal. In mere seconds, he no longer looked like Caleb—he was turning into Vittorio.David pulled him back, and Caleb panted, stunned. “What… was that?” he groaned.David didn’t speak. He brought Caleb—now half-Vittorio—closer again and stuffed his face into his massive, sweaty pecs. Caleb gasped, muffled by the flesh. And then it began.A hot surge of energy shot through his body. His own pecs swelled, bloating outward with raw power. His abs shredded into deep-cut muscle. Every pulse, every heartbeat was orgasmic. He moaned into David’s chest, his legs trembling.“God—feels so good—” he growled.Hair sprouted across his body—thick, dark, and wild—across his chest, arms, pits, even down his abs. He reeked now, a musk of his own blending with David’s. It was raw. It was feral.And he was still growing—shoulders bursting wider, biceps throbbing, thighs thickening until he loomed even larger than David himself.David chuckled, rubbing his hand slowly across Vittorio’s sweaty pecs. Wherever he touched, tattoos bled up from beneath the skin—arcane marks and rugged sigils that pulsed with heat. Each one made Vittorio gasp in pleasure, eyes rolling back.“Ooooh—more…” he moaned, his voice now deeper, slower, dumbed down by the overwhelming pleasure and power.His mind melted in sync with his body. Thoughts of who he was—his job, responsibilities, worries—all slipped away like steam. What remained was a new identity: Vittorio, a big, sweaty, horny himbo. Like David. No—his bro now.The two looked at each other, glistening with sweat, feral and proud.David grinned. “We smell good, huh?”Vittorio raised his arm proudly, sniffing deeply. “Mmmmh, yeah bro. So musky…”They both lifted their underarms, breathing in each other’s raw scent, eyes half-lidded with bliss. Two massive, tattooed beasts, sweaty and proud—brothers in musk, in muscle, in mindless, perfect transformation.

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SHORT TITLE: "Such a Nice Guy"

GENRE: hypno, mental tf, straight to gay, gay to bi, personality tf, authoritarian, muscle theft

Another day, another dollar. Or thousand dollars. I make a ton of money. Who wouldn't want to be me? I made a killing making boats for a living. I have a factory and I sell them to rich men who can afford them. I'm also a fucking stud. Yeah. Fuck yeah, look at me. I can still fucking make women wet. My muscles made women swoon and they all want me to get in their panties even when they deny it.

I guess I should say I got into a huge mess because I'm such a musclestud. Look at me, I fucking ooze manliness. Always have. Not like my nephew. He's not really a chip off the old block. My brother doesn't have my muscle or my intelligence, but he wasn't that bad at parenting. He died a few years back. Heart attack. He ate too much, that was his problem. Ate himself to an early death. Now me, I take care of my body. I smoke cigars but I'm healthy as a horse. My body can take it. I'm filled with more testosterone than most young 20 years olds, I can tell you that. All these hot college chicks want to get with me because they need a REAL man around, not like these froofy little pricks walking around who act like girls. Makes me fucking sick because my nephew, he's a little faggy, too. Just look at him. He's been living with me since his dad died so I've tried to be kind. I'm awesome like that. Just a salt of the earth kind of guy. I'm nice and kind which is why people like me so much.

He's a literature major. I told him, "What the fuck are you gonna do with a literature major? Bake cookies and have a tea party with some unicorns? Get a real fucking job." He didn't like that. He's gay and he goes on picnics to the park with whatever boy he can drag out there so he can read poetry to them. I'm like when are you gonna grow up and start acting like a man? I called him a fluffy headed little fag a couple times and he got his panties in a bunch because he's sensitive. My brother raised him to be way too sensitive. He really needed to man up. I'd give him a job but he's such a fuck up. What am I gonna do with this kid? He couldn't work at my factory, I'd be a laughingstock. Back in my day, you made your own way in the world. This kid complains about how hard it is to find a job. So try harder, faggot, I told him. I'm trying to help him out here, you know to motivate him.

So anyway, I was having one of my lady friends over and giving her my big dick and she was moaning like crazy, right? I mean, it's not like my nephew Carl is gonna get any pussy, so I might as well get pussy for the both of us, right? So he's got a test the next day and he complains I'm making too much noise and I say tough shit, I own this house so if you don't like it go live somewhere else. He mutters something like "I should go live IN SOMEONE else." And I was like, oh, does that mean you're gonna live with some man's big schlong inside your ass all day long? He slammed the door behind him. Man, some people just don't know how to behave.

So a few days go by and he texts me that he's staying with a friend and I'm like fine, so I had plenty of sex all over the house. It's my fucking house and chicks love me so fucking much. They always have. It ain't my fault I'm so good looking and that I'm such a fucking stud. I mean, look at me. Would you turn all this down? I'm 100% fuckstud and everyone knows it.

My problem as you may have guessed is that I'm always too nice and so I'm enjoying a cigar when my nephew comes home, and before I say anything he's waving around this crystal, some hippy dippy fairy wand and I'm like "What the fuck is this, are you becoming even more of a fairy than you were before?" And then there was this bright light. We're both standing there. I notice that he looks different. Like I'm seeing him for the first time.

"Hey, gimme that cigar, old man." I handed it over to him gladly. I love watching men smoke. Wait, what? Why would I enjoy that? But seeing him smoke my cigar was so hot. He was so good looking. I don't know why I hadn't told him that before so I did. I complimented his chest and his face and his arms. Told him he was looking really good now.

The next thing I know I'm following him around and he's telling me how things are gonna change around here.

"I can't believe how good I feel. You feel good too, don't you, FAGGOT?"

"Don't call me that. I don't like it," I said weakly.

"Oh you don't like me calling you a FAG? Really? I think maybe you do. Hey, slather some suntan lotion on me, faggot."

Of course, I did so. I'm a nice guy and all. I've always been a nice guy. After I was done, my nephew told me he wanted me to give him my bedroom, and I'd take the guest room in the house. Fair is fair. I mean, that's only what a good parent should do, right? I mean, look at him. He's obviously working hard.

"Let me feel your muscles." He felt my arms, my chest, my shoulders. "Yeah, all that's gonna look real good on me one day. It'll take a few months but don't worry, we'll get there, you stupid fucking asshole."

My nephew announced that he was quitting his major so he could take over my business. He instructed me to tell him everything about my business. I don't know why I told him before I wouldn't hire him. He's obviously very competent. Having him take over the factory would make a few men that work for me really angry but I don't want to see their faces when they find out how tough and smart and awesome my nephew is.

"Do you even realize what's happening right now, dumbfuck?" he asked me a few nights later. He was getting more muscular and I was just following him around like a puppy dog. He helped himself to my boat, my house, my motorcycle. Everything was HIS now and I was just the help, which is the way it should be.

I never really understood before. It was way better for me to suck cock and be appreciative of other men. My nephew invited several men over who loved my muscles. My nephew told them I was a muscle sub, which I learned means submissive. As it turns out, I love bowing in front of other men and letting them take turns fucking my ass. It feels real good to let other men have control of me. My nephew laughs at me and calls me a fag. I guess he's right, I mean I do everything a fag does now. I get fucked in the ass whenever possible and I suck cock as much as I can.

My nephew has been real good to me. He's been teaching me how I can get men to let me suck their cocks. I have to be very respectful of men online and in real life and offer men, especially younger men, the use of my asshole and mouth. I'm just a hole now, he tells me, and I kind of have to agree. I am just a hole for better men now.

"Fuck yeah, this is the life, huh faggot?" my nephew asks. "Just look at me. I'm your fucking Master now, you stupid bitch. Bet you wish you'd never made me angry, huh retard?"

"But Master, then I'd never be lucky enough to suck your cock and get fucked all the time," I countered. He laughed at me. I asked him if I could feel his muscles. They were getting bigger every day.

"Yeah, I guess so, retard! Aright. You've had enough fun, fag. Hey, get me another beer, fucktard." After allowing me to feel his bicep, I'm so fulfilled. I bring him his beer. "I'm gonna go out tonight. I got a hot date with this college bitch. She's gonna give to me real nice. You can suck my dick if there's any cum left over for you, you old muscle bitch. Man, I love being an Alpha. Having all this power is fucking amazing. Hey, do you miss being in charge, you useless old shitstain?"

"No, of course not. I just want YOU to be happy, SIR."

"That's what I thought. Hey, go clean the floors. You look like Mr. Clean anyway you gay ass fag bitch. Make em' shine for me, retard."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for calling me a retard, Sir."

"You're welcome, you stupid bag of shit. And I'll let you stay in MY house from now on, on account of I'm such a nice guy! I've been really good to you! Hey, and I got a new present for you! You have a couple of dog dishes waiting for you in the kitchen. I want you eating out of them from now on! Ha! Man, I am just the best. I mean, I'm so fucking hot now and I've got all your money and everyone really responds to me. I'm not a loser like you. You have loser written all over you! Pretty soon you won't have any muscles left. You don't need em'! I'd look way better with all that muscle, and you'll thank me for taking it from you, faggot. It'll give you the chance to worship my muscles more and you'll like that!"

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome! Man, I'm nice. Everywhere I go people tell me how nice I am and I'm hot, too. Who wouldn't want to get fucked by this hot stud?" He stared at himself in the mirror, completely admiring what he saw.

I know he somehow took my personality away from me and made it his own but now that he gave me this submissive personality, I have to say, letting another man be in charge is a lot less stress. All I need to do is obey and my nephew will allow me to live in his house. I can tell that I have less muscle than before and that he's going to get even bigger as I shrink. It's a little scary but I'm trying to tell myself that it's a good thing. It's all for him. It's all about him.

He struts around the house. It's HIS house now. "Fuck yeah. I'm really feelin' this, fagtard! My muscles, my cigars, my humidor and all the ladies want a piece of this and hot studs want this. I'm tellin' ya. You really hit the jackpot with me taking all that from you."

He's so nice. He's the best nephew in the world.

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Pose

“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

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Coach and the guys on the team say I gotta send photos like this before every gym session so they can make sure I'm not slipping out of my chastity while I work out.

Sometimes they even show up because now they know where I am, and they grab my crotch to make sure I didn't just take it off right after the pic. Not like I'd ever figure out how to put it back on in time if I ever got it off.

I keep begging them to stop because it's embarrassing. I'm on the team, I'm supposed to get respect, but how can that happen if people keep seeing my teammates grab my junk and joke about me being locked up. Like, I don't even think most people know what that means, or believes it... But still, it makes me look like such a wimp.

One of the guys said if I wore shorts that made the cage more obvious, they wouldn't have to grab at my crotch because they could tell by looking. They said no one else would even notice, bc why would anyone be staring at my crotch anyway. I don't know...

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The Blank Profile

"He's kind of cute."

Cameron could feel his dick stir as he gazed at the shirtless photos of a nearby twunk. Nice pecs, nice abs, and bulge barely hidden by a tight speedo. Just his type.

"Hey there, I like your pics." Cameron typed, "Kind of new to this. What are you looking for on here?"

Sent. Cameron lowered his phone and let out a sigh.

"C'mon Cam, that was lame." He muttered to himself, instantly regretting his decision to press send, "You can do better than that."

It had only been a few months since he came out, and even more recently that he started hooking up with guys. He was new to all this- the apps, the culture... all of it. His eyes lit up when he heard that he had a new notification.

"Sorry, not into twinks." The man had replied, "Not a top. And not looking for a relationship." Cameron frowned, "And FYI, Grindr is for hookups, buddy. Try Hinge or something if you're actually looking for a relationship. No offense, but most people aren't trying to date rando guys off Grindr."

And then he was blocked. Cameron felt his dick soften- the reply killing his mood. The guy was right. And as Cameron reviewed his own profile, he realized how stupid he sounded. Looking for something long-term... deeper connection... dates... He even included his hobbies. All on Grindr...

"I can't believe I actually thought Grindr would be a good place to find a boyfriend," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He couldn't help but laugh. "What was I thinking?" He looked over at his desk, "I should probably being studying anyway..."

The sound a of new notification caused Cameron to look back down at his phone. A blank profile- of course. And the message?

"Yo come over."

He didn't have much to go with, but the fact he got a message made his heart flutter, especially after the rejection. And as he reviewed what little information there was, Cameron felt his dick stir.

Age: 27

Ethnicity: Middle Eastern

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 190 lbs

Position: Top

Body Type: Muscular

Tribe: Jock.

That definitely piqued his interest. After all, he was into muscular guys. Fuck it. A relationship could wait. After all, as the twunk had told him, Grindr was for hook-ups.

"Hey, I'd love to come over... but could you maybe send a pic first?" Cameron typed out nervously, biting his lip as he hit send.

A few agonizing minutes passed before the response came through, "No pics. You coming over or what?"

Cameron gulped, hesitating. This was so unlike him, meeting up with some random guy online without seeing what he looks like first. But god... his imagination was running wild with the possibilities.

"I'll come over. Text me the address."

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Cameron stood outside the door, heart pounding as he knocked tentatively. No answer. He double checked the address. This was the right place.

"Hello? I'm here…" he called out, voice wavering slightly as he pushed the door open as instructed, "Hello... oh crap." The smell hit him first - stale sweat, musk, and something else he couldn't quite place. He wrinkled his nose.

The studio apartment was a mess, clothes strewn about, empty beer bottles littering every surface. In the corner sat a weight bench surrounded by dumbbells, a towel tossed carelessly on top. And there, on the unmade bed, a laptop played a loud porno, two beefy guys going at it. Cameron stepped inside cautiously, the door slamming shut behind him.

"Hello? Anyone home?" His voice echoed in the messy space. He moved further in, "God, what am I doing here?" he muttered under his breath. Every instinct screamed this was a bad idea, "What the..."

He approached the laptop, morbidly curious. The two muscular men on screen grunted and groaned, lost in their intense pleasure. Cameron felt his face flush hot, imagining what it would feel like to be pinned under one of those muscular men.

"Get it together Cam." He whispered, looking around the dirty apartment, "Maybe I should just..." The weights scattered next to the bench caught his eye, "Woah, does this guy really lift that?" Cameron approached the weight bench, imagining the type of guy that could lift those weights, "I don't even think I could lift that with both arms."

He reached out to touch one of the heavy dumbbells. And as he gripped it, sudden vivid flashes of memories flooded his mind - himself, shirtless and glistening with sweat, grunting as he lifted the weight over and over. The muscles in his arm flexed and bulged with each rep.

"What the hell?" Cameron gasped, yanking his hand back. Those weren't his memories… were they? They felt so real... He stared at his hands, noticing they looked bigger, more calloused than usual. Stronger, "Fuck… I need... need some water…"

Cameron stumbled to the small kitchen area, opening the fridge. Tubs of marinated lamb, chicken skewers, and other halal meats greeted him. Memories surfaced - himself at the butcher, haggling for the best cuts, preparing the meat with practiced ease. He shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts.

"This isn't my food… is it?" he mumbled, reaching for a protein shake. The label was in Arabic, a language he didn't know. Yet somehow, he could read it perfectly. As he unscrewed the cap, the scent made his mouth water. He chugged half the bottle before realizing what he was doing.

"Shit!" Cameron set the shake down hard, droplets splashing onto the counter. He felt feverish, skin flushed and sensitive.

Cameron stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. He ran a hand over his bare chest, marveling at the firm muscle beneath his palm. When did he start working out like this? When the fuck did his biceps get that big? He couldn't remember ever being this fit. Because.... because he wasn't? Right?

As he moved to the couch, more fragmented memories assaulted him - controller in hand, thumbs dancing over buttons during intense gaming sessions. Him sprawled out naked, watching sports highlights, cheering at the TV. None of these were his normal activities. Something was very, very wrong.

"No, no, no…" Cameron panted, sinking down onto the cushions. They felt familiar under his ass, like he'd sat here countless times before. "This doesn't make sense. I'm not… I'm Cameron. I don't…" He felt like something was pressing on his brain, squeezing it tightly, "I need to get out of here… I need to…"

Cameron's head throbbed as he tried to make sense of the alien memories and sensations flooding his body. The longer he stayed in this strange apartment, the more foreign and distant his own identity felt. With a burst of panic, he leapt up from the couch, stumbling towards the door. But he didn't make it far.

"Oof!" Cameron cried out as he tumbled face-first into the pile of dirty laundry. The pungent aroma of sweat and musk overwhelmed his senses. He sputtered and coughed, trying to push himself up.

"Ungh… what the fuck…" he groaned, but the words sounded wrong, too deep and guttural. His abs clenched involuntarily, and he watched in shock as defined ridges appeared across his stomach. His pecs swelled outward, dark hairs sprouting across the newly expanded muscle.

"Aah! No, stop!" Cameron wailed, scrambling backwards. His arm hair thickened and darkened, the strands elongating. He clawed at his head as clumps of brunette hair fell away, replaced by coarse black locks that soon covered his scalp in a close-cropped style.

Cameron's face contorted in agony as a beard began to sprout rapidly, coarse hairs prickling his skin. He scratched frantically at his burning cheeks and chin, recoiling in horror as the facial hair darkened and thickened.

"No, please… I don't want this!" he begged, his voice already sounding less like his own. Stumbling to his feet, he staggered towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over his changing body.

In the harsh fluorescent light, Cameron stared at his reflection in disbelief. His skin tone deepened, shifting from pale to a rich olive complexion. His once bright blue eyes clouded over, darkening to a deep, smoldering brown. The changes slowed but didn't stop, leaving him panting and disoriented. Small details shifted- thickening eyebrows, styled beard, a new chain necklace...

"What… what's happening to me?" he croaked, no longer recognizing the man staring back at him in the mirror.

It was a stranger in the mirror - a muscular Arab man with dark features and a thick beard. Panic rising in his throat, he mentally compared himself to the Grindr profile from earlier:

27 years old? Check. Middle Eastern appearance? Check. 6'2" tall? Check. 190 pounds of solid muscle? Muscular build? He flexed an arm experimentally, watching the bicep swell impressively. Absolutely. Somehow... somehow he had become that man. At least physically. But 'top'? 'Jock'? Those didn't feel right. He was still himself- a newly out college kid who just wanted to find the love of his life. He just needed some help... he just needed....

"Someone to worship my cock." Cameron's eyes widened as the words left his mouth.

"N-no… I'm not like that," Cameron stammered, but the words rang hollow. A foreign heat began to build low in his gut, his newly muscular body thrumming with an intense, single-minded desire.

"Ahhh, fuck…" he groaned, palming his growing erection through his pants. The musky scent of his own arousal filled the small bathroom, making his head spin with lust.

"No… I don't want this!" Cameron struggled against the invading thoughts and urges, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave.

"I just wanna fuck… wanna get my dick sucked…" he growled, voice dripping with desperate need. With shaking hands, he whipped out his massive, throbbing cock. It was so much bigger than he remembered…

"Ungh yeah… gonna find someone to choke on this fat cock," he grunted, fisting his meat faster. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he lost himself in the haze of horniness.

His free hand roamed his sculpted torso, tweaking a nipple as he imagined a pretty little bottom gagging on his dick. The urge to breed, to mark his territory, consumed his every thought.

"I need it… need to fuck… need to cum…" Cameron babbled mindlessly, "I... fuck... no... Allah, what's happening to me?!" He cried out, tears prickling at the corners of his dark eyes, "Don't... don't wanna be like this... wanna find love, not just... unghh... just fucking..."

Cameron whimpered, even as his strokes became more aggressive, more focused solely on his own pleasure. As Cameron's climax built, a new name flashed through his mind - Raheem. And it repeated in his mind, over and over. Raheem.... Raheem.... Raheem.... until that was all that remained. With a guttural roar, he exploded, thick ropes of pearly cum erupting from his cock. His powerful body convulsed, muscles rippling as the intense orgasm crashed over him.

Raheem… Yes, that was his name now. His true name. As the final spurts dribbled from his spent cock, darkness crept in at the edges of his vision. The last thing Raheem saw before passing out was his reflection in the mirror - always his... forever... Then everything went black.

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Raheem stirred groggily, blinking awake on the bathroom floor. His head throbbed and his muscles ached pleasantly. Rising on shaky legs, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and grinned, admiring his new physique.

"Damn, I'm fine as fuck," he purred, flexing and posing. He snapped a quick selfie and updated his Grindr profile with the picture- a blank profile no longer, "That'll get their dicks hard."

Scrolling through the app, while pawing his meaty cock, a familiar face caught his eye- some twunk. He knew he recognized that face, but he couldn't tell from where. But fuck he found him sexy. A small grin formed across Raheem's face as he sent a message.

"Yo come over."

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Truckers for #beergutbear

It’s hard to get a blow job on the road, easy enough when a long legged lot lady with heels would knock on your truck, but when you’re a big Daddy looking on young 20 something hustler cub, chances are few in Midwest truck stops.

Tonight was Ohio, outside of Columbus. It had been a long day with traffic, inpatient cars that would never let him over, or worst, slam on their brakes. His big stomach growled, and this truck stop was supposed to have a great buffet. After the rig was locked down, I headed inside, first to take a piss as I had been holding it for miles.

It was 2am, and hardly anyone in the bathroom, Big Daddy was looking forward to a nice hot shower, having to wait in line was a pain in the ass and by then, the water had often turned cold. His gut was massive, he was about 280, but soon he wondered how close he was going to be able to get to sink without his gut getting in the way, and that very spark started a fire within.

He heard a cough as he finished pissing, there was a beefy man in the doorway, winking at him. He was a bit embarrassed, and his stomach growled loudly as if to worsen it.

The cub did one last check of the door and then poked the massive ball that was made from long hours on the road followed by heavy meals.

“Better get you feed Daddy,” He said. “Then feed me your cock after.”

They sat at a booth, and the Cub, named Jason, who said he was on his way to L.A. to model. It was muscular, not a six pack, pecs and biceps, the whole package, and speaking of package it looked as if it were to burst right through his sorts.

Big daddy didn’t even need to get up from the table Jason took care of all that bringing him plate after plate after plate stomach started to strain a little but he was hungry. He slowly felt his shirt Titan against his massive belly. His bright red suspenders were even feeling the strain. He also notice Jason had been eating a fair amount for model himself. In fact, his little belly started a little curvy.

When the feast was over, They both waddled over to the register. Before big daddy could get his credit card out of his wallet Jason had already paid the bill. As full as daddy was he was also horny and rock hard. He hadn’t  notice his shirt had ridden up to his belly button.

Jason decided to get them a hotel at the truck stop. “Give us more space” He winked.

Big Daddy walked into the hotel room, looking in the mirror on wall at how his gut stuck out, fuck was he stuffed! Yet he was puzzled at how Jason’s tank top was stretched out too, distended even.

They were bellying to belly now. He could feel that smaller, bloated belly, against his.

“You’re not going out to model,” Big Daddy asked.

Jason frowned, looking down at his own belly. He told Daddy his modeling had fell through, he had been hitching his way out west from Philadelphia, he was going to stay with his boyfriend he had been talking to, but he sent him a text that they were over.

Big Daddy tried to listen to all this with compassion, but there had been times he had been robbed, or taken advantage of, he had to make sure on Jason.

“So you buy me dinner, and I’m supposed to give you a ride to LA?”

“Not at all!” Jason said. “I just wanted to feed a hot Daddy I saw tonight, and maybe we have some fun. I don’t want to go to LA, and don’t know where really to go but right now let’s just have fun okay?”

They started to make out, slowly stripping each other, he could feel Jason’s thick shaft leaking precum on his skintight belly, Jason even bumped against it with his.  Moaning and grunts followed, Jason took Big Daddy’s cock in his mouth, looking down on him, Daddy started to get a idea, one that made him fuck Jason’s face a little bit harder. He shot his huge load into Jason’s mouth who had to swallow or choke. As he gulped Daddy’s  big load, he thought on how sweet it tasted.

After, they were laying in bed, cuddling and resting from sex and food. The room smelt of musk and seaman. Jason was rubbing his belly.

“Tell you what Jason,” He grunted. “I’ll give you a ride west, but there are certain requirements.”

Jason sat up and said “I’ll suck your dick all the way there, anything else, that’s no problem for me!”

“Hush!” Daddy barked. “You will do that, but you’re also going to get big for me.”

“What?” He gulped, “What do you mean”

“You like a belly a lot don’t you? Yeah, I know the Chaser look, and the way you were feeding me at the buffet, thinking I’d be too busy to notice, but you put away as much as I did. You were bumping yours into mine.”

He watched as Jason’s thick cock stiffened again.

“Yes Sir.” Jason said. “I been getting big, I haven’t been to the gym while I’m on the road. I just overdid it tonight because I haven’t eaten much, I put tonight and the hotel room on my credit card.”

“Call me Daddy” He commanded. “I’m going to call my work in the morning, have you as my new trainee, I have enough clout to be a trainer, you’re going to learn how to be a trucker, you can afford to live pretty much anywhere and be on the road with good pay. I’ll get your started, and then you can go off on your own but at least you’ll be trained with a job to get you a place without hitching a ride. It’s a hell of a lot more interesting than modeling as I take it you let yourself get a little big for that”

He was right, Jason had let himself go a little bit, but he was so turned on being stuffed, and as much as he went to the gym before this shit storm with the modeling agency telling him they wanted no 30 year old fatties and his ex saying the same. He had been doing a lot of eating. Why was he even still interested in LA? A hot Daddy he had always wanted and wanted to be was laying next to him.

“Well get you into trucking, and looking like a trucker as he placed Jason hands on his stuffed massive gut.”

He didn’t even blink.

“I’ll do it Daddy”

Training was going to be 3 months. Jason had to get drug tested then trained on the physical truck, he would have more classes waiting for him, and considering it was his first time driving these massive beasts, he was doing great.

He was also doing great at eating.

A month passed, Daddy had to go back to Portland, Oregon where he was based so that Jason could go to school. Heavy meals at home, and on the road.

Daddy’s rule was he would eat everything Daddy gave him.  They had plenty of breakfasts full of pancakes, eggs, bacon, ham, biscuits and gravy starting that very first morning after. After the first two weeks Jason’s shorts ripped one morning, his medium tank top was no longer covering up what was becoming what Daddy called a “starter gut”

When he left Trenton, he was about 180, in what was another life ago. So when the scale read 208, he got a massive hard on, he felt a familiar push in his lower back and two beefy arms caressed his new love handles.

“You’re getting fat for your Daddy aren’t you?”

Jason’s dick was leaking precum as his belly was caressed and played with.

Daddy was packing it on as well, his 42 waist was fast approaching 46, and the scale nearly screamed 315 at him.

If they were both home Daddy would have a full dinner waiting for Jason after his schooling. He was really looking less Twinkies and more bearish, growing a beard and a belly. If Daddy had to go out of town, he left a pantry full of food, and said if Jason could get to a certain weight. He also was to wear his original tank top around the house, the medium which as he gained, was getting tighter and higher on his body as his gut grew.

Daddy seemed to come home a little bigger after his jobs. They would also have a ritual of chugging gut to gut with shakes…or if they were both off, beer.

After, gut to gut and bloated, the fucking would begin, and Jason loved to feel that big gut against his lower back.

Buffets turned into eating contests, and the cub was starting to give Dad a run for his money, one place, they couldn’t fit into a booth, well Jason could but his belly was getting ever closer to the table.

Another month went by, and Daddy was up to 348 and Jason, who’s medium looked painted on now, was up to 264.

Jason’s first “punishment” was for not making it to 270 on one of Daddies road trips. He came back, and Cub had barely hit 266.

He had come home with a button up flannel shirt and put it on Jason. For him it was kind of tight, but he had ordered Jason not for a day, and Jason knew Daddy would know if he had. Daddy put two large paper bags on the table…and two jugs of milk.

He put a blindfold on his fattening cub, and then Jason tasted donuts, flakey cream filled ones, cake ones, glazed ones that still felt warm. One after another, a sound of a box opening, more donuts, he started to moan from getting full, but when he tried back away his face was pulled into a soft gut, and his dick’s precum told him he wanted more donuts.

Then a hard tube was placed in his mouth. He felt refreshing milk flow down, swallowing and spilling into his beard running down into the shirt which was getting tighter, he could feel his belly swelling up in the bloat, a slight creak as the buttons were tested.

“More Daddy” He begged.

The next gallon went down easier, he was so thirsty, not just for the milk but to shoot his own milk out of his cock which Daddy had been slowly stroking the whole time. Daddy stood him up and poured the last half of the gallon of milk down his throat and the buttons gave with one of the best orgasms Jason had ever had. His dick erupted hot jests of cum onto Daddy’s tank.

The blind fold was off, and when he weighed in the next morning he was 271.

The last two months of school went by fast, Jason had officially graduated and was on his own, driving to meet Daddy who had been gone on a series of long road trips. They had decided to meet where they met in Columbus. Daddy had gotten in a few hours before but when Jason entered, they both looked at each other in amazement.

Daddy wore his original shirt and underneath his flannel shirt, Jason still had on the tank top. Well, what was left of it. Both guts were exposed, and about the same size.

They investigated that same mirror and two big truckers with matching ball guts looked back.

“Fuck we got fat” Jason said,

They made out, bumping their bellies grinding their cocks together the best they could with their bulk. After sex, Jason sad sadly he was going to head out on his own. Daddy, who knew this was coming said.

“Well I got you started, and you did great look at this gut! Almost makes me feel a little skinny.”

“Yeah but, I just don’t know how to thank you for all this”

“Well, I’ll always be your Daddy, and you can call chat or talk anytime”

Jason was going back to Philadelphia as he had a family member who’s health was not doing well.

They had one last chugging session, passed out together and went their separate paths.

Years later, now pushing 450, Jason pulled into Columbus. Daddy had gotten married out in Washington and was doing great in his retirement. He barreled out of his truck and in the bathroom, a young twink put his hand around his waist as he was washing his hands.

“Damn Daddy, That’s a nice gut”

[moonsinnergom]

Lifelong school internship

Day 1 My guidance counselor thought it would be “good for me” to do an internship in the trades. I’m more the artistic, intellectual type—bookish, detail-oriented, a bit introverted. Carpentry felt like the exact opposite of everything I’m used to. But she made a fair point: in ten years, there’ll still be carpenters. Journalists? Who knows. As depressing as it sounds, she might be right. Still, me? In a workshop? With power tools and sawdust and sweaty guys in flannel? Sounds absurd.

Day 2 This tool belt makes me feel like I’m in a costume. The other guys joke about my "pianist hands"—which, okay, fair. I'm clearly not from this world. But weirdly enough… I like it. The scent of fresh-cut wood, the sense of doing something real with your hands. The guys here? They actually love what they do. There’s something contagious about that. Even the foreman, who greeted me by shoving my face into his sweaty armpit—yeah, gross—somehow meant it as a welcome. I guess every tribe has its rituals.

Day 4 No joke, it’s kinda epic when you build something and it actually turns out great. Like, I helped make kitchen cabinets today—mostly by myself—and they look good. Like, proud-mom good. I'm starting to get why these guys are always grinning. There’s a kick in knowing that you created something solid, something useful. I might be catching feelings… for carpentry.

Day 7 Broooo. I’m basically a journeyman now, no cap! Finally makin' real money, gettin’ calluses in all the right places, and the boys are takin’ me out tonight to celebrate. Pickup truck’s loaded with brewskis, we’re grillin’ at the lake, maybe I’ll bring the ol’ guitar. Been a minute since I jammed, but these hands know what’s up. Nothin’ beats buildin' all week and lettin' loose like a proper bloke on the weekend. Work hard, play harder.

Day 10 Oi, bein’ your own boss at 28? That’s the dream, mate. Got my own crew now, lads who respect the grind. I call the shots, set the pace, pick the jobs. Clients? Beg me to squeeze 'em in. They know good craft when they see it. Tradie life ain’t for the faint-hearted. It’s sweat, grit, and a bit of swagger—and I got all three, mate.

Day 14 Listen up, rookies. Round here, we’ve got rules—and rituals. You want in with the crew? You gotta earn your stripes. Ain’t nobody forgettin’ their first armpit initiation, least of all me. Today we got this new kid, soft hands, polite voice, lookin’ like he just stepped outta art school. Reminds me of someone. But if he’s serious, he’ll learn: real men don’t flinch. This trade’ll shape you. Toughen you up. Turn you into someone who leads, not someone who flinches. Just like it did for me.

Thanks to @musclegrowthexpert for saving this!

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Coming back after a long hiatus on here, let’s grow bigger 😉