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raspalace · 4 months ago

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Couples Counseled: Care

Kyle, or rather Ky, endures his own session with Dr. Lucien. Safe to say he'll be coming out the perfect bottom for the top he led his boyfriend to be.

And here's part two! Seems Sean has little need for a masc boyfriend, fortunately turnabout is fair play as Ky becomes the twink he oh so desperately craves. Enjoy this rare twinkification! -Occam

One second Kyle watches the most polished man he’s ever seen escort his boyfriend away. He turns to look at the receptionist whose unwavering smile continues to shine under the harsh light of the waiting room. And then he blinks, and he’s in a small office. He flinches back as he sees the man who led his boyfriend away seconds ago inspecting paperwork in his hands.

While Sean’s response at being found in this unfamiliar place was one of fear and almost immediate attempts to flee, Kyle’s blood is already burning with rage at the surreal situation. “Where the fuck am I!?” Lucien opens his mouth but Kyle shouts once more before the therapist can speak, “You better explain whatever the hell is going on dude- where’s Sean!?”

The doctor gestures for Kyle to sit down and despite his still flowing anger he feels some out of body compulsion dragging him back to the couch. Unwillingly pacified for now, he stares daggers at the therapist and crosses his arms, flexing them to try and burn some of the still coursing energy.

Satisfied that Kyle will give him a moment to speak, Lucien addresses his question, “Sean and I just finished our time together for the day, it was exceedingly productive in fact. In no small part thanks to your splendid answers on the survey Ky.” Kyle pulls at the hair on his arm as he scowls at the doctor, obviously that can’t be right. He went out of his way to make sure Sean would blow a gasket.

Sensing his client’s confusion, Lucien’s smile grows wider as he aims another wrench to throw into Kyle’s mind, “Well now Ky, surely you remember passing him in the hall don’t you?” Kyle’s brow furrows and he prepares to shout that he can’t remember anything from before getting in this room, arms burning with the desire to swing. But then Lucien waves his fingers and in his mind Kyle sees a man.

He feels the heat radiating off the sweaty man’s body, sees his cock bulging through his sweatpants. In the memory he’s pulled close, into the chest of the man with bulging arms and held against hard hairy pecs as a hand is stuffed into his own pants to caress his ass. The beast of a man speaks but Kyle can’t make out what he says, distracted by the deep rumble of his voice resonating through his chest as the man’s massive hand squeezes his barely defined ass even harder.

Uncomfortable at being so close to a man he can’t reconcile as his boyfriend, Kyle shakes off the memory and finds himself back in the office. Only now does he notice that he can still feel where the man gripped his ass. He remembers doing so countless times to twinks he found on the dance floor, he remembers doing just that to Sean even! Though as he tries to remember feeling his perky ass bulging in between his fingers he sees his memory change. He feels his boyfriend’s waxed glutes grow hairy as curls lengthen to brush against his fingers as the ass hardens, as his back widens, as he turns around to show Kyle what a real top can do.

Kyle clutches at his head as it stings with a migraine, the therapist ready to move on speaks up, "Everything alright Ky?” he frowns at Lucien’s question, “Can you stop calling me that?”

Lucien feigns shock, “Oh? Is that not what you want to be called? Do forgive me! It’s just what Sean wrote on your form you see.” Kyle just sighs, I guess that’s little bite back at all compared to what Kyle wrote on his form, he grunts in annoyance and motions for Lucien to begin.

Straightening his papers he smirks and proceeds as planned, “Off to the races then! I’m sure you remember question one from filling out the form yourself eh?” He pauses though interrupts Kyle before he can respond, “What is your favorite quality of your partner? Oof your dear there does have quite poorly handwriting, but he says: ‘how much Ky cares’, well isn’t that sweet?”

Kyl continues staring at the therapist who stares back, unblinking. He’s kicking himself for signing them up for the lowest rated couples counselor he could find. Though given that Sean seems to have played along and not promptly come out and harangued him for his answers, maybe he’s not in the dog house after all? It’s just three questions, Kyl figures if he rushes through them they’ll be out of there spick and span and he can apologize for being such an ass to Sean.

Sean… He feels his heart flutter as he thinks of his boyfriend, eyes drifting around the room he rubs his arm as he’s suddenly distracted by how full he is of affection for a man he cannot quite picture. Turning his attention back to the therapist, “Can you repeat that?” Smirking with half-lidded eyes, “Of course! Sean loves how much Ky cares.”

Ky’s tight-lipped grimace twitches as he cannot help but smile, something in his foggy mind shifts mushy with care for a man he wasn’t even willing to go to a single therapy session for. His chest quivers with the intensity of how much he feels. Clenching his jaw he chokes back a sob as his eyes water with guilt. Struck with feeling so intense he can’t understand. As the wall of stoicism he has long defended begins to crumble, he knows something unnatural is happening.

Through gritted teeth, pushing down emotions greater than he’s ever felt he cries out at Lucien, “What are you doing to me.” Lucien just tilts his head with a curious grin, “Why now Kyle, what do you possibly mean?” His pupils shake in his eyes as he’s called Kyle, that’s? That’s not his name? Behind emotion so strong that he can scarcely feel anything, Ky feels some now alien part of himself sealed away. His gruff, emotionally stunted self sealed away as Lucien clears his throat to move onto the next question.

“Perhaps if Sean’s first answer was a little overwhelming we should move on then Ky, hm? What do you hope to achieve from your couples counseling sessions? Decidedly less flattering an answer- ‘wish Ky would lose some weight and clean up a bit’ hrm, ‘bitchs too hairy’ Well a little disjointed but there you have it. What do you think about that, Ky?”

And so Ky learns that his overflowing emotion is not limited to affection and bliss. Too Hairy!? Sean’s always loved his body hair! His hand flies to his chest in indignance as he is shocked by how much Sean’s words hurt him. Looking down at his hairy arm gracing even hairier pecs, he tears up anew staring at fur coverage that now fills him with embarrassment.

As he sits there stewing in discomfort as he has to hold himself back from tearing strands of hair from his skin. Then his mind is awash with a numb fog as the miraculous begins to happen. Hairs covering his chest begin slowly retracting. At first they seem shorn away, as if a razor blade was sweeping through the forest of hair like scythe. But as they continue to retract and disappear, the pale skin underneath is revealed to be smoothing and softening as if he never grew body hair to begin with.

Looking at his smooth chest in wonder he covers his face with a hand and is shocked to find that it is not simply his carpeted chest that has been struck hairless. Under his clumsy fingertips he feels his scratchy beard fading away, teardrops coursing down smooth skin onto a jawline that has not been free from stubble since high school. His free hand goes to his crotch as he feels his pubes retract into a pruned garden and the hair tickling his legs is waxed away. The quivering anxiety in Ky’s chest sinks lower as he feels butterflies in his stomach. Suddenly a strange idea flickers through his mind, ‘Sean will be so proud of me! When he sees how smooth I am-’ and then he shakes it off. The alien thought reminds him of the man watching, of the man who must be changing him, he feels the waning urge to fight back return. Though as he looks at his hands, as he feels his buttery, sensitive skin, he can’t even remember what just changed. Did something change?

His voice cracks and, beneath his notice, he speaks with a tone worlds away from the gruff domineering voice he once knew as his own, “Doctor LucIEN- Ugh- Are you doing something to me? I, I can’t remember,” The doctor scratches his beard, forcing some deja vu through Ky. The memory of him playing with a beard on his own face is clearer than anything. And then his head burns with pain as it changes. Clutching at his own head he grunts as he realizes he was misremembering! That was Sean’s beard, obviously.

Ky fights back a giggle as he quickly recontextualizes the man in the hallway was his boyfriend all along! Seeing a look of reverie on Ky’s new hairless face, Lucien’s grin almost twists into a grimace as he demands the envelope be pushed further, “Did you miss the first part of his answer, do you not think yourself too bulky?” Lucien’s eyes burn into Ky as he shakes his head in disagreement, “Oh? Well Sean certainly seemed to think so.” Turning around the sheet for Ky to read the answer, the once DL man pauses.

Mouth falling ajar, he quietly moans as he watches a hand that he swears has spent countless hours lifting weights suddenly loses its callouses. He sees his palm thin as his bicep almost atrophies. Over a decade of hard work keeping himself strong, broing out at the gym, showing off his strength and dominating other men quickly begins to fade from his mind. After a moment the idea that he would dominate anything becomes laughable, how could he possibly dominate anyone?

Smaller hands fondle his chest as pecs that he was once incredibly proud of follow the route of his thinning arms and body hair and retract. Perky nipples remain as his weighty pecs shrink into nothing, leaving behind something flat, little at all remaining to grasp but skin and the barest hint of a feminine figure that he knows would drive Sean wild. That always has driven him almost mindless with hunger, he can almost feel the man’s grasp on his hips as his waist thins. Moaning at the memory a smile returns to Lucien’s face as he prepares to finish this new couple.

“Lastly, what is something you wish your partner did? Any guesses as to what he wrote?” Caught off guard by being addressed, Ky shakes his head and unconsciously poses. Head tilted and slightly downturned as he awaits what Sean is going to ask of him, already knowing he is more than happy to fulfill whatever it may be.

Even sitting there before Lucien finally seals his fate, he continues to change. Lips grow plumper as he pushes down an urge to flirtily bite them. His jawline smooths and his back arches. The cock that was once his pride and joy shrinks as it is no longer the primary tool of his satisfaction. While just about every inch of his form compacts inward his ass puts on mass, becoming the perfect bubble butt for Sean to do what he will.

“Succinct, your partner simply answered, ‘for him to admit he was mine.’” There’s a tickle in his chest as he finds the statement absurd, Ky is his? Letting loose, the new twink giggles to his heart's content, swaying back and forth as every breath and break between shrill laughter his arms perfectly frame his new thin form, “I mean girl! What are we doing here!?” Limp-wristed hand covering his face as he leans back to laugh, “Sean was so right this is just a waste of time!”

Removing his glasses and performing placation, Lucien raises his hands in mimesis of defeat, “By all means Ky I think you’re right, you and Sean are clearly perfect for each other and have no further need of my services.” Ky stands and stumbles forward, tripping with vertigo from his lower vantage, he starts to spill onto the floor before, from out of nowhere, his waist is yanked by a man towering over him. Lightheaded from the fall, and in general, Ky turns with a grin to see his Sean haloed by the office light pulling him up.

The twink is pulled to Sean’s chest with ease, feet lifted off the floor as the behemoth raises him into a sloppy kiss. Ky giggles as his lover’s beard tickles his face before bending back and winking at the therapist upside down, “Thanks for reminding us we don’t need anyone but each other Doc!” Sean grunts in turn and starts carrying his bottom out the door, the twink waves farewell as the Doctor watches in repose, “Ta ta~”

Ky throws his arms around Sean’s neck as the pair make their way outside of the office. The brute sneers at the receptionist he still doesn’t trust as the lovers the place never to return. Wistfully Ky tries to remember why they came in to begin with, “Do you know why went in there babe?” Sean shrugs and grunts as he feels Ky bounces with his shoulders, bumping a thigh against his crotch, igniting his hunger.

Exhaling like a bull when they make it to the car he throws Ky into the backseat and quickly falls over him. “Babe don’t forget to close the door! We’re in public!” Sneering out at the empty parking lot, Sean obeys and slams it shut before returning his attention to one of the only things that matter to him, stuffing this twink with his massive cock.

The door to Lucien’s office closes by itself as he folds up the surveys and puts them into a file cabinet near his desk. Another couple successfully helped. It shouldn’t be long at all before the pair start creating content and attracting more men to seek his services. After all there’s sure to never be much on the mind of either men besides the next fuck. Surely no one who stumbles across their videos will be able to resist being drawn to changing themselves.

Lucien smirks as he can picture the car rocking in his mind as he wonders where to away to in the meantime. What lucky sod is he to help next, only time will tell.

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raspalace · 4 months ago

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Josh Duckworth via Jake O'Donnell (jake_od)

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raspalace · 4 months ago

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Ra’s Palace: Now Hiring

Real-Estate Investor/Second in Command

It was a hot early afternoon and I opened the doors of the hotel with a NOW HIRING sign on the doors. I dusted off my hands and returned inside to enjoy a cool glass of lemonade, sitting down in the lobby and struggling to read the daily newspaper.

A university student by the name of William was walking out of his last class of the day and sighed dramatically as he felt the sun’s heat beaming down on him. He was a tall young man at 6’2/1.88 m with enchanting green eyes and brunette hair however he was quite fat at 360 lbs and even though he was 24, he was showing early signs of balding.

As he was leaving campus, he noticed all the “Use the Buddy System” posters all over buildings and lampposts; the college was on high alert due to a missing student a couple of months ago. He had hoped that the student would have been found sooner or later but it seemed like the case had gone cold and the town went into preventive measures.

As he sluggishly trekked off of the campus, his body let out a loud groan and he looked around to see if he could find a cheap place to eat, which was not even an option in a college town. He pushed the thought of food and turned his attention to finding a well-paying job to help support himself through college.

He casually walked down the streets and went into every shop he saw, inquiring about a job opportunity yet no one was hiring. How is it that there are plenty of businesses surrounding the university yet no one is hiring? Not even for a temporary position. His body was covered in sweat and his shirt wasn’t helping him in concealing how out of shape he was, clinging to his pudgy body.

William was on the verge of giving up when he came across a “NOW HIRING” sign in front of a highly decorated hotel. “Ra’s Palace?” He asked aloud and looked around the street to see if anyone was around but the rest of the street was empty with abandoned buildings. He entered the building and a wave of cool air hit him, causing him to relax. He looked around and noticed all the fancy furniture and lighting around the lobby before his eyes fell onto an older fellow reading the newspaper…or at least trying to.

“Uh…excuse me? Are you a manager?” He asked and the man looked up from his newspaper and watched him in silence which made William slightly uncomfortable. “Um…I saw the sign in front of the building and I was wondering if you still have any openings.” He muttered out as he scratched the back of his damp neck.

Silence lingered between the two as I took in a good look of the man as I tried to get a thorough read of him. After analysing his poor stature, his unfit body, and early balding problem, I could tell that he had a pure heart. “Ah! Welcome to Ra’s Palace, my good sir!” I proclaimed, naturally rolling his r’s. I walked towards the man and shook his sweaty hand as I looked up at him slightly. “Follow me, young sir. You’re looking for a job?” I asked as he led William through the Palace.

William followed after the man with a slight smile as hope filled his heart. “Uh yes, I don’t have much experience but I am willing to take any job.” He stated and hoped that he wasn’t sounding too desperate. “I’ll clean the floors with a toothbrush if needed.” He chuckled nervously.

I heard the distressed plea and smirked to myself as I believed that this would be an easy change. “Ah nonsense, what are you currently doing with your life right now?” I asked curiously and led him to the grand pool area, accompanied with dive boards, water slides and a lazy river. I walked over to the outdoor bar and prepared a cool lemonade for the both of them.

William did his best to sit down on the too small bar stool without sitting awkwardly or falling off. “Well, I’m in university for computer science and besides that, I’m a bit of a gaming streamer…not a large fanbase though.” He stated and bit his lip as he felt like he was demolishing the interview. I smiled at the man and looked at him with my intense blue-green eyes as I passed him one of the lemonades. “Here you are.” I said and took a few sips from my cup. “That’s gotta start from somewhere. You should know that better than anyone.” I said with a spirited tone.

William was drinking the lemonade and was enjoying the crisp liquid hitting the back of his throat, quenching his thirst and cooling his piping hot body. “Haha thanks.” He said softly with a smile as he felt a bit more at ease around the gentleman. To hear that from a man, who has clearly put in the work, motivated him to keep pursuing his dreams of becoming a successive streamer. But that was soon put to a pause at his last statement. “Wait..what do you mean?”

I finished my drink and cleaned it out before letting out a soft burp. “Well I mean as a gaming influencer, you probably had to push through many lonely streams before you got a consistent fanbase.” I said as I moved from behind the bar and headed back inside the hotel, waving Williams to follow. “That’s pure persistence, Will.”

William grabbed his glass and quickly stood up to catch up with him, knocking over a stool or two in the process. “I-It’s William and I’m not a full time gamer, I just do it for a hobby.” He knew that he would never become a big name in the gaming industry due to his social anxiety and bland looks.

“Nonsense, I’ve watched a few streams of yours myself. You’re quite entertaining and have a good chemistry with your fans. I could use someone who is friendly and charismatic.” I affirmed and chuckled softly. “Don’t be so modest, Will.”

William felt at war with himself as he knew that he was in his third year of computer science, but the more that he thought about it, recollections of late nights and early mornings streaming both indie and mainstream games on his PC that he built himself appeared to him with his gaming chair leaving deep persistent indents in the carpet came to mind. “I appreciate that, many people believe that I’m slack off for focusing on gaming but I truly enjoy the experience and I get a stable income from it.” Will explained with a smile. Memories of living in a danky dorm were washed over with new memories of living in a decent sized apartment that he shared with a roommate and driving a basic Honda Accord which was now parked in front of the hotel.

“Don’t listen to the negativity, they’re just jealous of your young success.” I said and smiled slyly as I noticed the new car parked in front of the hotel’s door. “People hate anyone who is doing well on their path and being good looking.” I stated before twirling around to see Will frozen in his place. “Me? Good looking? I-” Will was cut off when he wasn’t sure what was happening as he couldn’t move his body yet he was able to feel his back straightening up, ending his terrible habit of bad posture. The bones in his face cracked and groaned as his nose became narrow, his lips plump up slightly, and his double chin vanished as a sharp jawline took its place with the addition of a five o’clock shadow. His hair follicles grew in where he was once balding to give him a new set of thick healthy hair.

I smirked as fear was evident in Will’s eyes and I approached him, patting his shoulder gently. “Yea, like I said, I’ve watched your streams before and I see all the ladies calling you hot and sexy.” I said with a wooing and suggestive tone and a soft moan left Will’s lips as his excess fat melted off of him while a lean physique developed, complemented with gentle muscles.

Will knew that he had many experiences where he was bullied for his weight and ridiculed for his early balding, but he wasn’t going to complain about these new upgrades. He wasn’t sure how this was happening or where Rafi was leading this to, but he was glad that he would be able to see his feet just by looking down. Sure he looked like a lithe twink, but it was better than what it used to be.

“So what brings you to Ra’s Palace?” I asked as I was walking up the stairs, bringing Will back from his dissociation as he quickly followed me up the stairs. “I was wondering if you would like to sponsor my content, I think it would do wonders for both of us.” Will explained as he held onto his now too big shorts as he made his way up the stairs.

“Aren’t you tired of only being known for gaming? You’re 29 with over 1.5 million followers. Sure, I know the cash is flowing in, but don’t you want more?” I asked as I opened the door to my office and held it for Will after I stepped in. “Please have a seat.” I offered as I signaled to the chair in front of his desk before sitting down in mine.

With each step he took into the office, the commands slowly settled in. Every step a bit closer to 29, more popular, more charismatic, more handsome. He looked around at the office and saw how it was decorated in an Arabian style with horseshoe arched windows, calligraphy woven in with geometric patterns along the walls and ceilings and a grand rectangular rug that looked like it would fly with the right command. By the time I told him to sit down, he had years of experience as a male model after receiving an offer from somebody in the modeling world who’d come across one of his streams. He sat down on the wooden chair and his wandering eyes met the powerful gaze of mine before Will cleared his throat. “Ah yes…” He started off with his matured voice. “I was hoping for a sponsorship from you.”

I gave a genuine smile and nodded. “I would love to sponsor you, I can see that you’re a hard worker, combining modeling with streaming. Keeping that toned muscle has got to take time in the gym.” Will pulled at the collar of his shirt as his shirt felt oddly tight as his body heated up, letting out a nervous chuckle. “No, not much really. Maybe once or twice a week.”

“That’s no sir.” I commanded and instantly Will’s body posture straightened, sitting at attention. “You spend a tremendous amount of time at the gym, isn’t that right?”

“Yes s-sir.” Will corrected himself, but felt odd doing so due to the friendly mannerism that I was giving off, but it was only correct manners, right?

“In fact, you spend so much time there that you practically live there. Day in, night out. You don’t have any time to stream anymore. Just modeling and flexing.”

Will felt his muscles tense, his throat dry, and sweat rolled down from his brows. “Uh..actually-”

“Hush, you mustn't speak now.” I spoke with a finger against my lips as they curved into a smirk as I could see the panic in Will’s eyes from not being able to move his mouth. I moved to the office door and closed it as well as turned off the fan, letting the outdoor heat settle into the room. I sat back down in his chair and took off my shoes, placing my feet on top of the desk and letting the musk fester in the dry heat. “You went to university for computer science, however you had an interest in the wellness of your body.” Will was sitting in anticipation as he was unsure about incoming changes; however, knowledge of advanced anatomy and physiology as well as proper exercise and nutrition entered his brain. Long days and nights of working out in the gym, hitting new PRs on weights and reps, and drawing in cash from modeling swarmed into Will’s head as he let out a groan. His lean body transformed into an athletic one as his skin tanned over. I watched Will’s shirt fill out as his back and shoulders broadened with amplified muscles that stayed defined. Will’s cock chubbed up in his pants as he remembered countless nights of flexing in the mirror whether at the gym or at home, jerking himself off to the sight of his body; each relief pushed his height to 6’5/1.98m.

I noticed Will’s small erection and chuckled to himself. “No way a model of your stature has a pecker like that. No no, you have a cock that has people curious.” Will stifled a moan as his cock pushed against the fabric, hardening to 8”/20 cm with a wet patch appearing around it. “You must draw so much attention as a Dutch model. You must miss your homeland, I understand that feeling of being a foreigner in the states. You take comfort in knowing that I understand you.” The lovely language of the Netherlands was added to his pulsing head and his neck thickened with his vocal chords to handle the rare language with its melodious yet raspy consonants. Will became skirmish as he felt new foreign skin growth cover the head of his cock as it grew to 9”/23cm. “Hoe gaat het met je?(How are you feeling?)” I asked smoothly and Will couldn’t believe that he was able to understand what he said. “Fenomenaal(Phenomenal…)” Will replied in an airy, gaspy voice.

“As you grew older to age 33, you got bored and expanded your life to being a fitness influencer and with this new expedition, you grew a heavyweight body.” Low grunts could be heard from Will’s throat with a look of discomfort on his face. Heat started in his feet as they slowly pushed themselves forward in his shoes while the feeling moved upwards, his legs began to expand in mass and muscle straining the jeans to the threads. Years of deadlifting heavy weights and intense bar squats transformed his once slim legs to thunderous trunks with a lovely addition to his ass as it plumped up, shifting himself up in the chair. The sound of his shoes and jeans’ strength being put to the test rippled through the room as the warmth moved up to his torso. Will knew that he should have been terrified of what he was experiencing but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he was also receiving; yet a cry of pain escaped him as his spine pushed upwards at a slow pace while the top half of his torso stretched outwards.

Will looked down at his chest as his pectorals gained mass at a rapid pace, turning them into juicy man tits with his nipples always noticeable through his shirts. He hunched over in the chair as he experienced what felt like a punch in the gut, a powerful 8 pack emerged and a light dusting of hair was spread throughout the torso. The intensity swarmed over his arms as his biceps and triceps grew to the size of footballs with permanent veins adorning them, the bones in his hands crackle and pop as they turn into giant thick mittens with callouses from gripping the chrome handles of dumbbells.

I rubbed my beefy pectorals through my shirt as I watched Will transform in front of me with my leaking cock straining through my trousers. “With your fame and popularity rising to new heights, you bought a mansion, new luxury cars, and yachts for your private parties. You’re the life of the party.” I continued on, Will’s mouth stayed open with drool slowly leaking out with flashes of late night parties, drinking games, and high speed races on the highway blaze through his mind; his dark brown eyes steadily changed to icy blue ones.

of them all.” Will Wes was in too much of a heavy daze to realise that I had given him a new name. With each different high-end real-estate property that raced in his overloaded mind, his feet thrusted forward until they propelled themselves out of the crumbling shoes, concluding its growth at 17”/67EU. His facial features matured with more prominent cheekbones and a slight dryness to the skin, but his new premium hygiene routine kept his face glamorous and unfazed.

“Wesley…you’re such a dominant man.” I teased in a playful tone as I continued to palm my own erection as I witnessed my first transformation coming to fruition. “When you walk into a room, everyone knows that you’re the one in charge…the alpha.” Wesley’s head moved to where his chin was naturally tilted up with his chest puffed out and shoulders drawn back. His calloused hands gripped the chair’s arms as his back and legs painfully stretched out until he reached the height of 7’2”/2.2m, now having to duck his head under every doorway he walked through. “And with how assertive and charming you are, you can take any bitch to bed with that god-like cock.” Wesley couldn’t contain himself as his throbbing cock reached to 14”/35cm; recollections of showing off houses to married couples, exchanging looks with the wives to then fucking them in the kitchen or dining room as the husbands were checking out the garage or basement. Wesley was at the verge of breaking with the intense heat, his leaking cock, the thick musk in the room, and my words…it was too much.

“Cum.” I gave the command and Wesley let out a loud roar as thick ropes of cum splattered over himself, the floor and my desk; his strained clothes finally tearing off and decorating the floor with its threads.

Through the daze he was experiencing, he opened his eyes to see me smirking at him from his chair behind the desk before I strode around it and stood in front of him. I reached down and tilted Wesley’s head up by the chin, icy eyes locking in each other’s gaze. “You’ve expressed to me that you have nothing to look forward to in your life; it seemed like you were running in circles.” I started as I moved behind Wesley and I placed my hands on Wesley bulky pectorals, caressing and messaging them; Wesley let out rough moans. “I gave you a new life, a new beginning.” I added as I caressed my hands over Wesley’s gigantic biceps and kneaded them with his veins pulsing at my gentle touch. “I need a second in command for my expanding empire and it seems like you owe me a favor.” I said, ending the statement with a flirtatious tone.

Wesley was in complete bliss from the physical and mental transformations. Never in a million years would he think this was possible. Yet, here he was with a god-like body at a titan’s height, showcasing an impressive torso to turn heads and arms bigger than his head. As I was speaking to him and caressing his new assets, there was something new within him; something pulling him to me. In a dominating body that no one would say no to, the need to submit to the gorgeous man in front of him was overwhelming.

I sat on top of his desk with my erection, front and center of Wesley’s face. “Show me how much you want to be a part of my empire. Show me your dedication to me.” I demanded in my hypnotic voice and without hesitation, Wesley dropped from the chair to his knees in front of him, the floorboards creaking from the sudden weight. He began happily licking my length through my trousers before he fished out my leaking cock and lapped the tip. I shuddered with a moan as I swayed my head back and ran a hand through Wesley’s hair then pushed his head down onto my crotch, causing Wesley to gag from deepthroating his length but he took it like a champ. Wesley wrapped his arms around my waist as he bobbed his head over my bulky sausage, enveloping it with his saliva with sopping sounds resonating through the room.

I led out a gasping moan as I shot my steamy load into Wesley’s quenching throat. Wesley held onto my ass as he swallowed the entire load; the heat spreading throughout his body as a wave of new power hit him. Wesley’s eyes gleamed and I smiled as I knew that my first creation was finished, pulling himself away from Wesley. I chuckled as he pulled my soaked jockstrap over my cock. “That was a great blowjob.” I complimented the man. “One last thing, as my real-estate investor and second in command, I need you to show me that you can handle your new position.” I stated with his arms crossed over his chest.

Wesley sat in silence as he took in everything that happened. Ever since he could remember, he was never able to get his way in anything; he was smart, sure. But when it came to dating, friends, sports, he fell short. Now that he ran into me, he was transformed into a beast of a man with an ability to get ahead and take advantage…and he wanted more.

"Rafi, take a moment to take in what a great job you did with me.” Wesley started as he slowly rose to his feet and looked down at his new boss. He smirked at him and striked a pose that showcased his massive biceps and exquisite torso. I nodded with a gentle smile and was filled with admiration from the work that I have done for it being my first time.

“These piercing blue eyes, huge gorgeous muscles and incredibly handsome face. Let alone my amazing voice.” He ran his giant calloused hands over his attractive face before running them through his hair; he flexed his muscles once again as he checked himself over with a cocky smile.

“So good to just take it all in. You want to take it all in...more than anything.” I felt himself drawn to the giant and his body moved on its own over to Wesley. My hands rested on Wesley’s strong pecs as I looked up at him, the weight of the height difference setting in as my eyes were frantically panicking. ‘Hold on..’ I thought to myself confused.

“You've made me irresistible...even to yourself.” I let out a soft gasp as my mind got foggy and my already slow turning gears in my brain eased into a pace slower than molasses. “Wait…what?” I struggled to ask through my lightheadedness. Wesley smirked and wrapped an arm around my waist as he flexed his arm, veins sculpting his muscles. “Yo-you’re irresistible..” I muttered back as I touched up on Wesley’s arms, tracing the veins delicately with my fingers.

“You wanted it this way, with me being your partner...as close to an equal as possible.” Wesley continued on with his instructions. “My…partner..?” I slowly repeated and looked over at Wesley’s arm, instinctively reaching out and caressing them. “Close to equal..” I furrowed my brows as I tried to fight the words that Wesley was stating. I knew that I was looking for his first employee to be under my command, but there was a pressing thought in my mind that I was looking for a life-long partner.

“You want me to have this power over you...to be under its sway...under my power.” I let out a light moan as I felt Wesley’s rough hands grope my tender ass; my thick cock erecting itself once more. “Under your power?” I knew that this was wrong, this was my family’s business; my empire. Yet, Wesley’s voice was alluring, his radiant eyes demanding control, and his bodybuilder physique…how could I possibly say no? My vision blurred as my eyes became cross-eyed and my mouth stayed ajar with drool dripping from the corner of my plump lips; my throbbing cock leaking into my straining jockstrap. “I want you to have power over me…” I repeated with my eyes glistening purple and Wesley felt a surge of confidence borderline on arrogance as the need to dominate the hunk doubled.

“It feels so incredible, listening to me, taking in all of me…” Wesley slipped his long thick finger into my ass, causing me to buck my hips with a gasp and press my ass into Wesley’s hand. “But you want more...” I looked over my shoulder and watched myself grind my ass on Wesley’s finger, the previous fear turning into an unwavering want. Wesley grabbed me by the chin and placed his forehead against mine, forcing eye contact and grinding his bulging member against my own. “I want more..” I moaned out and looked up at Wesley with longing eyes and pouting lips as Wesley slipped two more fingers into my hungry hole.

“You want to please me, be as close to me as physically possible.” The heat between the two grew unbearable as new memories of lustful chemistry and multiple late nights in the office flipfucking forced themselves through our horny minds. “I want to please you…” I was able to mutter before our lips connected into a messy makeout session; my hand reached down to Wesley’s monster cock and stroked it rapidly while my other hand juggled his balls. Wesley moaned out in ecstasy as hefty pre-cum leaked into my hand, inevitably coating his cock. My hips rocked against his as a strong flood of need to submit, worship and please the adonis in front of me, my dominating nature withering away for him.

“You’re the boss and I advise you…think for you.” Wesley panted into the kiss as he picked me up with his arms under my ass; I wrapped my legs around Wesley’s waist to stay close to him. “You just want to look at me, listen to me, touch me and follow me and my advice.” Wesley added and I felt my already dwindled intelligence dim to oblivion, leaving my piercing blue in a blank state. “You want to take me in, literally, as an equal...a partner." I nodded along, his commands swirling through my mind pulling me to follow them. “I want you to think for me..f-follow your advice.” I affirmed with a sultry voice, my eyes dilated as I looked up at him with want evident. I knew that I was in charge of the company and I was doing fine on my own, but now that I do my best to think about it, I wouldn’t be able to make deals and or get the business started on its international journey without Wesley. I wanted him to - no - needed him to think for me.

“I want you…as my partner.” Wesley slammed me onto my desk and removed his fingers from Rafi, leaving my hole gaping. Without a thought, Wesley rammed his 15” beer can cock into me and I arched my back as my ass clenched around the penetrating member. With every thrust, a memory of our passionate friends with benefits growing into a deep love and devotion to one another pushed to the forefront of our minds. Cold rings formed around our ring fingers as I looked over to see a photo of me and Wesley having a honeymoon on the beach in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. This was no longer an interview between an employer and candidate, but a casual afternoon sex session between lovers.

The building made a loud creaking noise as an office for Wesley was made beside mine with a glass wall between them and a door connecting the two offices. The new office decorated itself with large furniture to hold the burly man, prestige awards dawning Wesley’s name and pictures of the real estates that he has invested in the past hung on the walls with keys to his Lamborghini on his desk.

I looked back up at my husband and watched a snug white button-down appear on his torso, hugging his chest and arms with a gold chain to compliment it. A jockstrap poofed onto his waist and was soon covered by a pair of grey trousers, his hard cock was pulled through the fly. We locked eyes once more as I moaned out, “I want this all to be true, ruling my empire with you.” And with that, Wesley filled my ass with his large load with some of it leaking out and I cum showered over Wesley, both moaning in harmony.

Wesley pulled out of me and stuffed his flaccid cock back into his trousers and helped me onto his feet. “How can I please you more?” I asked and looked up at the man while biting my lip. “First, I want free reign of a section of the empire. Second, snap out of my trance. You are my husband and we will act as such.” Wesley stated and I answered with a nod. “It will be done.” I nuzzled my head into Wesley’s pecs and enjoyed the comfort that it brought before I cleaned myself up and redressed myself. “Create a presentation on what you want to do with your section and present it to me when you’re ready…we will move on from there.” I asserted and placed a kiss on Wesley’s cheek. “Now get out of my office.” I commanded lowly with a playful smile and Wesley returned it with a smirk as he headed to his own office. “Sure thing boss. You go clean up.”

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Ra’s Palace

Hello, this is my very first story and I’m excited to share it with you all. I have had a lot of inspiration from past TF writers and current ones. I would like to say thank you to @bizzhideaway and two of my friends for helping me with this story. I hope y’all enjoy! :)

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It was the night of Halloween and as a 21 year old grad student, I was looking forward to having a night to escape from the stress; a simple night. When I came to the party, I noticed the amount of individuals participating in black face and immediately felt uncomfortable; without hearing a single excuse or plea, I left to explore the town.

Since moving to this university for grad school, I haven’t had time to see what this town was like or the history of it. While in my thoughts, I precariously walked to an area of the abandoned downtown. It wasn’t until lightning struck and rain started to pour that I noticed the door to an abandoned rundown hotel was opened and I decided to go in to escape the harsh weather. The lobby had an eerie aura to it with furniture that was covered in cobwebs and the floor was white from the collection of dust. How long has this place been here? I wondered and walked over to the check in desk that was also a bar, checking the rusted logbook and seeing that the last check in was 50 years ago.

I closed the book and went to explore the lobby some more, finding a picture of the hotel’s owner. It was a handsome Arabic male that went by the name Rasheem Ahmir. I pulled out my phone to see if I could look the man up but my phone lacked reception. I looked up at the picture once more and chuckled a bit, “I wish I could learn about you and what caused your hotel to end.” Lightning struck and a roar of thunder followed, causing me to look back at the entry doors before I turned back to the photo and saw that the man was no longer there.

“What the hell?” I asked aloud and started to head over to the picture until the doors to another room flew open and banged against the walls. I knew that I should have left then and there, but something was telling me to investigate and so, I cautiously walked to the doors and saw that it led into a theater room. As soon as I walked in, the doors quickly shut and the screen began counting down from three to one. I grabbed a seat in the front row in the center and was surprised at how comfortable the seats were even though they were old.

The video began and explained how Rasheem grew up in the Middle East as a child before moving to the states in hopes for a new beginning in the American Dream. Unfortunately, he was met with racism and anguish towards him and his community, but that didn’t stop him from working hard and eventually opening up his own hotel, Rasheem’s Caravanserai. A place where people of all likes can rest and network with each other to expand their businesses. Rasheem started a family with his African wife and their son and their community was growing and prospering as the buildings on the block being used for businesses from cultures around the world, but the video suddenly cuts to the hotel and other buildings being on fire with no police or firefighters in sight to help the civilians or put out the fire; the video ends.

I wiped a tear from my eye and clapped in the empty theater. “I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Ahmir but you created a welcoming community and I applaud you for that. I wish I could see what this block was like in action. If I could avenge your sacrifice and death, I would.” I spoke, thinking there wouldn’t be a response, but I thought wrong as a question popped onto the screen.

‘Is that so?’ It said as the screen began to flicker.

“Uh…yea, I understand being in a community that prospers, but ends in despair.” I responded and looked around the room to see if there was a person or spirit but there was no one. The screen turned off and the room was dark; I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. Moments sitting in a dark unfamiliar room peaked my anxiety as I began to hyperventilate in the chair with my legs numb.

The screen flashed on and I noticed that I was naked in the chair which caused an immediate panic, trying to force myself out of the chair but my body wasn’t listening to my commands. A spinning spiral appeared and my eyes fixed on to it as a thick musk smell flooded in through the vents.

You are being made anew. Relax and breathe.

Getting out of a panic attack would usually take me hours but I found my heartbeat slowed to a normal pace as I took deep breaths, inhaling more of the smelly air into my system. Moans began playing off of the speakers as the spiral continued and I blushed, feeling myself feel aroused and my pussy becoming wet.

“Fuck..” I spoke lowly as my body began grinding my pussy against the fabric in the chair, my juices soaking it. The musk in the air became thick and I tried to cover my nose from the pungent smell but I still couldn’t move on my own.

You are a man.

I raised an eyebrow at the next prompt and let out a soft laugh. “I’m not a man, I couldn’t imagine being one.” With the spiral still present, the screen showed videos of Arabian men working or playing sports while shirtless. Their muscular build covered in body hair, their sharp faces, and pronounced bulges added to my arousal as I felt a hand play with my clit and the lips to my leaking pussy. I moaned loudly as my eyes were transfixed on the screen and my mind fogged from arousal and the thick smell.

You are a man.

You have always been a man.

You spend a lot of time around other men.

I knew that I should be protesting against the suggestions, but memories of using male pronouns and others referring to me as a male flooded my mind. My small, delicate feet grew from size 6 in women’s to size 10 ½ in men’s, the once soft skin becoming calloused from days running. My thighs and calves spasmed as they grew in muscle and fat from the heavy deadlifting in the gym.

A pair of cold hands groped my breasts and teased my nipples as my breasts grew busty before forming into thick bouncy pectorals with sensitive nipples to compliment them as my shoulders broadened to help support the new weight and my back stretched causing my height to change from 5’3” to 5’10”. My stomach grew hot as defined cum gutters appeared in a six pack and my curves softened into a more defined silhouette, my hips narrowing and my waist tightening.

My arms and hands were next as muscles protruded underneath my skin; biceps and triceps growing big as footballs and my hands became larger with thicker calloused fingers, my nicely trimmed fingernails became rugged and chipped. My pussy leaking like a faucet from the new set of muscles and strength. My neck became thick with an expanding vocal cord as my moans cracked in pitch before it stayed at a baritone range. My hair shortened into a buzz cut as bones in my face cracked and shifted, developing sharper cheekbones and a more angular face yet I could grow more plump than before. ‘But what for-’

My thought was cut off as a hand rammed into my pussy and I groaned loudly as my ovaries were slowly pulled out of me, thick wet testicles now hanging between my legs. I squirmed in the seat as my clitoris adjusted its position and grew to an average 5 inches. The groping, wandering hands let go of my body as I panted heavily and looked down at my new body.

“Th-this can’t be happening!” I yell in shock before my eyes were pulled back to the screen.

This is your body. This has always been your body.

As foggy as my mind was, a pain struck and memories of going out dress shopping and getting periods were replaced with wearing suits and spending time in the gym. With a shake of my mind, I am convinced that I’ve always been a man and have known no other life.

You are your mother and father’s son.

‘Mother and father’ I think to myself as my mind couldn’t pull an image for them while my skin tone shifted subtly, taking on a lighter tone with a rich golden undertone and my eyes lightened to a soft blue. My jawline became more defined as my cheekbones elevated, freckles painted my face as tight curls grew from my scalp. My ass became thick with fat, a gift from my mother, which caused the seat to groan and dent inwards. Dark body hair covered my torso, legs, arms and pits while lightly dusting my arms and ass.

You are your father’s BOY.

This is your HOME.

‘Boy’ rang through my mind as I continued to think of my parents and images of Rasheem and his wife – no, my mother, Nakia. Memories of living in the hotel as my father worked endlessly and my mother entertained guests with her voice and song. With every memory, the hotel became alive with a clean atmosphere and lively architecture and lightning. The screen became modern and the seats became reclining armchairs; my chair reclined with my legs lifted as the theater lights dimly lit. Unfortunately, my mother died and I took on more responsibility when I was 21– wait.

“I am 21, what do I mean when I was?” I asked as I snapped out of the fog and noticed that my body was covered in a maroon suit that tightly sculpted my muscles and juicy ass; the sight caused my dick to rise.

You are my boy, my good old boy.

The words were not only popping on the screen but along with the moans, the speakers announced the words in my father’s deep voice. ‘Boy’. Once again it bounced through my mind as I thought hard to understand why.

You are DUMB.

I felt a sharp pain in my temple. I still wanted to help this ghost, my father but I didn’t want to be an airhead. “I’m not dumb I’m graduating from graduate school next week!”

You are DUMB. No university, no education outside from mother and I

You enjoy WORKING OUT

You enjoy SEX

SIMPLE LIFE.

Be a good OLD DUMB BOY.

With the freedom to move my hands and arms, I gripped my head. I had always prided myself on my sharp mind, quick wit, and deep understanding of complex topics. Yet, those qualities began to vanish as a deep fog clouded my mind once more. My once-vibrant thoughts were dulled by the heaviness that settled in and my ability to analyze and process information faded and my speech became simpler and fragmented, enjoying simplicity over deep discussion. I let out a low guffaw as my lips parted to forever stay open and eyes dulled. Recollection of sports trophies and barely understanding the teachings from my father and mother replaced academic awards and groundbreaking seminars. My ambitions to become a world shattering businessman dwindled to staying in my hometown and reopening the hotel, working out and fucking in my free time; I might even try to fuck while working. I was the owner of the hotel after all.

With this acceptance, a rush of tingling coursed through my body as my smooth skin gradually developed fine lines, crow’s feet forming at the corners of my eyes. My vibrant complexion gave way to a more weathered texture as my jawline grew stronger yet softer with age as a luscious beard covered them and my hairline receded. My posture shifted as my back straightened from experience and wisdom yet my muscles grew in size and definition, instead of sagging, gasping for freedom against my clothes; my skin grew thicker as veins stood out more prominently on my hands and arms. My body hair grew wild and thick, dusting a salt and pepper color.

I wasn’t currently 21 aiming for a degree in business, I was 43 reopening the hotel from the insurance money that my parents saved and some of my life savings as well.

That’s my good BOY.

It finally hit me. When my mother passed while I was 21, I took on responsibilities that were my mother’s then some more. My father introduced a brothel as part of the hotel and it was mine to oversee. It was there that I flourished. It was there I became my father’s Baba’s boy. My dick grew to full mast while leaking precum into my trousers. Memories of Baba teaching me how to suck, fuck and be fucked as I became everyone’s first choice when they came to the brothel and I pleasured them all, some lasting a few minutes, others lasting hours. I palmed my erection while grinding my ass against the seat as my hole loosened from years of pounding.

You are now the man of the Ahmir family. You have the power to CHANGE others.

I groaned loudly as I arched my back from my throbbing dick pressed against the crotch of my trousers before I pulled it out. The screen played videos of group sex of men and women and I stroked my dick roughly, it grew to a girthy 11 inch and my balls hung low, becoming the size of oranges; thick bushy hair covered my balls and the base of my dick. A wave of electricity ran through my veins and a new sense of undiscovered power overwhelmed me.

The spiral quickened and the moans from the video grew louder.

You are DUMB.

Drool pours from the corner of my lips. My mind free from stress and real responsibility.

You like SEX.

Fucking men and women alike brought me pure pleasure. I wore only jockstraps as underwear.

You WORK OUT.

I had to stay in the gym to keep my body strong.

You are AFRO-ARAB.

Teachings from my parents about the similarities and differences of their cultures brought a deep connection and pride to my race and ethnicity, gaining knowledge of Arabic and Swahili languages while my English diminished to the basics and my American accent swept away with a guttural one.

You are RAFI AHMIR.

Ropes of cum decorated my suit and the chair as I let out a deep moan, panting from the best jerk off I’ve had in awhile. I chuckled to myself as I stood up and new foreskin grew from the shaft, the extra skin covering the head of my dick as it started to soften before placing it into my cum soaked jockstrap before cleaning myself up. I left the theater to find the hotel vibrant with up to date furniture and a mix of African and Arabic architecture, the thick musk scent filled the hotel yet I was used to it. I went behind the check in desk and bar and looked at the old logbook, waiting for the first guest victim to walk through the doors.

The bell rang as the door opened and I smiled.

“Welcome to Ra’s Palace!”

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