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Subject IND1

This document reports the events that transpired during a controlled study conducted on [REDACTED], who consented to participate in our trial, to document the physiological, cognitive, and behavioural changes in a human subject infected with a new strain of the Asian Flu, here denominated by the acronym IND.

To help recording the results, Dr. Kenji Nakamura, the lead researcher, recorded his observations throughout the experiment.

The subject was a young caucasian male, with a lean build and average height. He was selected for the trial due to his good health and lack of pre-existing conditions. The experiment was conducted in a secure laboratory environment, with all necessary precautions taken to ensure the safety of the subject and the research team. Below you will find the transcription of his observations.

Audio transcriptions:

[Recording begins]

[00:00:06 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Kenji Nakamura, lead researcher on the Asian Flu IND strain project. Subject IND1 is now secured to the examination table. The strain has been already administered. Initial observations indicate a rapid increase in body temperature and heart rate. Subject appears agitated, but this is expected given the nature of the virus."

[00:00:25 Security] : "Dr. Nakamura, are you sure this is safe? Those restraints don't seem that sturdy."

[00:00:33 Nakamura] : "Yes, yes… I understand your concerns. But this is a controlled environment, and we have taken all necessary precautions. The subject is well behaved, in good health, and I will be closely monitoring his vitals."

[00:00:47 Security] : "Alright doc, if you need anything, just call us. We'll be awaiting further orders."

[00:00:54 Nakamura] : "Thank you."

[Door closes]

[00:01:02 Nakamura] : "I will now begin the examination. Subject IND1, can you hear me?"

[00:01:07 Subject IND1] : "Y-yes… I can hear you…"

[00:01:10 Nakamura] : "Good. I need you to remain calm. I will be monitoring your vitals closely. Please describe any sensations you are experiencing."

[00:01:18 Subject IND1] : "I… I feel hot… really hot… and my heart is racing…"

[00:01:23 Nakamura] : "That is expected. The virus is designed to increase metabolic activity. I will now take your temperature."

[00:01:30 Nakamura] : "Temperature is elevated to 39.5°C. Heart rate is 120 bpm. Subject's skin appears to be slightly flushed, and there is a noticeable increase in perspiration. I will continue the recording when the subject's condition changes."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[00:49:52 Nakamura] : "The subject appears to be more calm now. Heart rate has stabilized at 110 bpm. There is a slight increase in body hair on the chest and belly. Moreover, it appears that the subject's hair is darkening slightly. The perspiration still continues, but the subject seems to be more comfortable than before. I will now take a blood sample for analysis."

[00:50:10 Subject IND1] : "Doc… my head… I think I have a fever..."

[00:50:19 Nakamura] : "That's a common symptom with the flu. Do you feel anything else?"

[00:50:25 Subject IND1] : "I don't know how to explain it but… my chest feels tingly… and it's like there are invisible hands rubbing it."

[00:50:33 Nakamura] : "Invisible hands? That is interesting. I will note that down. Please continue to describe any sensations you are experiencing."

[00:50:42 Subject IND1] : "I feel… sick…"

[00:50:45 Nakamura] : "Do not worry, the mortality rate of this virus is less than 1%. I will keep monitoring your vitals from a distance. Thank you for your cooperation."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[01:34:17 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Nakamura again. About 45 minutes have passed since the last recording. The subject's skin tone has deepened to a light tan. There is a noticeable increase in body hair on the arms, legs, and face, which has darkened slightly."

[Muffled sounds]

[01:34:41 Nakamura] : "Subject IND1, can you hear me? Please try to focus."

[Muffled sounds]

[01:35:00 Nakamura] : "Hmm... the subject's pupils are dilated. He appears to be mumbling incoherently in his native tongue. Subject IND1, are you there?"

[Muffled sounds]

[01:35:17 Nakamura] : "It seems that the subject doesn't seem to be able to respond at this time. I can observe involuntary muscle fibers twitching. It also seems that his musculature is becoming more defined, his facial features seem more masculine than what they were an hour ago... I will continue to monitor his condition."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[02:15:43 Nakamura] : "Nakamura here. The subject's skin has darkened to a warm brown hue. There is a significant increase in muscle mass, particularly in the chest and arms. Facial features are changing further than before, with a more pronounced jawline and cheekbones. The subject appears to have developped stronger facial hair in the last 30 minutes."

[02:16:08 Subject IND1] : "Doc… I... why am I here again?"

[02:16:19 Nakamura] : "You are participating in a study, Subject IND1. Please try to focus. Can you describe any sensa-"

[Loud moan]

[02:16:32 Nakamura] : "Oh my... the subject appears to be experiencing a heightened state of arousal. This could be proof that the virus affects the hypothalamus. I can feel a strong odor emanating from him. It is quite intoxicating."

[02:16:50 Subject IND1] : "Doc… get me out of here…"

[02:16:56 Nakamura] : "I will do that as soon as I can. Please try to remain calm."

[02:17:05 Subject IND1] : "Fuck… my lul…cock… it feels heavier…"

[02:17:14 Nakamura] : "The subject appears to be developping an accent. Sentences are shorter. Abdominal muscles seem to be defined into an almost clear six-pack, covered by his growing body hair. Will report back later."

[Recording stops]

[Recording begins]

[03:12:37 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Nakamura, and I'm afraid I've lost track of the time. The subject's transformation appears to be complete. His skin has deepened to a rich ebony hue, and his features are distinctly Indian. He now possesses a broader nose, fuller lips, high cheekbones. A totally different masculine version of what he used to look like 3 hours ago."

[03:13:02 Subject IND1] : "Doctor…"

[03:13:06 Nakamura] : "Yes? What is it?"

[03:13:10 Subject IND1] : "Doctor… I need… I need you."

[03:13:19 Nakamura] : "It appears that the subject is feeling infactuated. This is likely the virus attempting to spread itself through intimate contact. His smell is stronger than before. There is a chance that his body started producing pheromones to attract other males. I can feel something only from his odor. I must remain focused on my work."

[03:13:52 Nakamura] : "I will now take a blood sample for analysis. How are you feeling, Subject IND1?"

[03:14:00 Subject IND1] : "I feel… good… bhai…

[03:14:05 Nakamura] : "The subject's speech incorporates Hindi words, interesting... There's an increased mass in the pectoral region, evident from closer inspection, covered by a thick layer of shiny sweat. This is trully a marvelous specimen to behold...

How did you get out of the restrain-"

[Struggling sounds]

[03:14:29 Subject IND1] : "Yes bro, take my smell…"

[Muffled screams]

[03:14:45 Subject IND1] : "You like my pits, don't you? I smell so good…"

[Recording cuts out]

The audio recording stops at this point.

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A security camera in the lab was able to capture the events that followed. The footage shows Subject IND1 breaking free from the restraints and approaching Dr. Nakamura, who appears to be in shock.

Dr. Nakamura's pleas were cut off as the transformed subject grabbed him roughly, holding him in his pits. The subject's powerful, muscular body pressed against Nakamura's, his broad chest leaving the doctor drenched in his sweat. We believe that a strong, musky aroma emanated from Subject IND1, based on our current data.

"Shh, just relax bhai," Subject IND1 purred in a deep, accented rumble. His large, calloused hands made quick work of the doctor's pants, yanking them down to his ankles and exposing his pale skin. "We're just 2 bros having some fun together… nothing wrong with that heh?

Subject IND1 hooked his thumbs into Nakamura's underwear and pulled them down, revealing the doctor's most intimate places. Nakamura whimpered, face flushed with unwanted arousal as the subject's thick, hard cock grinded against his ass cheeks, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum on his skin.

"Arre yaar, look at this tight little lund," Subject IND1 growled appreciatively. He then spat crudely into his palm, slicking up his massive, veiny shaft before notching the swollen head against Nakamura's quivering, virgin hole. With one brutal, deep thrust of his powerful hips, he buried himself balls-deep in the doctor's ass.

"AAAHHHNNN!" Nakamura screamed at the sudden intrusion, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the metal table as Subject IND1 began to move. The room filled with the obscene slap of flesh on flesh and the heady, musky scent of their coupling. Beads of sweat rolled down Nakamura's brow as his body struggled to adapt to the relentless pounding.

Then, suddenly, Subject IND1 grabbed Nakamura's hips and flipped him over onto his back. "Ride me, bhai," he commanded with a wicked grin, pulling the doctor on top of him. "Take what you need."

Nakamura gasped as he found himself straddling the subject's thick thighs, that massive cock spearing up into his guts. His own dick bobbed lewdly between them, drooling pre-cum onto Subject IND1's abs. As if in a trance, Nakamura began to move, hips rolling and bouncing on the subject's lap.

"Yes, just like that," Subject IND1 groaned, hands gripping Nakamura's waist hard enough to bruise as he thrust up to meet each downward grind. "Fuck yourself on my big Indian cock, bhai. Take your pleasure!"

Subject IND1's cock seemed to grow even larger inside Nakamura's stretched hole, veins pulsing as it pumped the doctor full of its virile, Indian essence. Nakamura could feel it, hot, thick and alive, changing him from within. His own dick throbbed almost painfully between his legs, swelling a bit, the head flaring and darkening like Subject IND1's.

Nakamura could only moan brokenly in response, eyes rolling back as he felt something powerful rising up inside him. His skin began to flush a deeper, richer brown, muscles swelling and hardening beneath the surface. Dark, coarse body hair started to sprout along his arms and legs, thickening with each passing second.

"FUCK!" Subject IND1 roared in Hindi, slamming up into Nakamura one last time as he exploded inside the doctor's ass. Nakamura screamed as the wave of transformation crashed over him, back arching like a bow as his skin deepened to a richer, ebony hue. His muscles swelled into hard, defined slabs, abdominals popping out in a perfect six-pack that glistened with sweat.

The musky scent of their coupling intensified, filling Nakamura's nostrils and clouding his mind with lust. Body hair continued to sprout across his chest and back, curling slightly as it darkened to a deep, glossy black. His nipples hardened into small, sensitive nubs.

Then, Subject IND1 gripped Nakamura's hips tighter, fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he began to thrust again, fucking the doctor throughout his transformation. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through Nakamura's body.

Nakamura's dick pulsed and twitched between them, growing longer and thicker with each passing second. The shaft thickened, veins and ridges forming along the surface as it darkened to a deep, ruddy brown. His balls swelled and tightened, churning with backed-up cum.

The room filled with the sounds of their grunts and moans. Nakamura could feel his mind changing too, thoughts shifting to the need to rut, to breed, to dominate… The doctor threw his head back and moaned. His skin rippled and shifted, the last traces of his old self melting away as he embraced his new identity - an Indian stud, strong and virile.

As the transformation reached its peak, Nakamura's dick erupted like a geyser, painting their chests with thick ropes of hot, sticky cum. His body shuddered and clenched around Subject IND1's cock, milking it for every last drop of his Indian seed.

Finally, panting harshly, Subject IND1 pulled out with a wet squelch, his softening dick slipping free of Nakamura's gaping hole. A flood of pearly white cum poured out in its wake.

Nakamura lay there for a long moment, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes again, they were dark and almond-shaped. He sat up slowly, muscles rippling beneath smooth, ebony skin, and turned to face Subject IND1. "भाई, मुझे बहुत अच्छा लग रहा है" - says the newly improved doctor. He flexed an arm, watching the bicep swell into a perfect, round dome.

He turned to Subject IND1, eyes glinting with a newfound purpose. "I need to get out of here, bro…" he growled in a thick Indian accent. Then, with only his lab coat, Nakamura got out of the facility thanks to his keycard, while IND1 lay there spent on the floor.

It wasn't until hours later, when Dr. Nakamura still hadn't reported back, that security was alerted something was wrong. They found Subject IND1 alone in the lab, a satisfied smirk on his face as they led him away in cuffs.

But by then, it was too late. The IND strain had breached containment, in [REDACTED], were it could spread rapidly. We are still trying to find Dr. Nakamura, but we fear it may be too late for him as well. Subject IND1 is still in our custody, so that we can study this new strain of the virus. We will continue to monitor the situation and report any further findings.

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TaskRaccoon Premium: Chapter 7

Teaching a Dumb Jock New Tricks

First chapter

Previous chapter

Jason gazed down at the TaskRaccoon app, which was pointing him to a nearby faculty building for his new task - his task to tutor something in Ancient Greek and Classics. It was going to be a breeze he thought to himself and he looked around the familiar quad. The app has thrown him a few curveballs, but he had ended up in a body he could be happy with - handsome, hunky and clever to book.

He entered the faculty building, the TaskRaccoon app pointing him to a small study room on the seventh floor. Noting the queue outside the old rusty lift Jason decided to take the stairs - it was free leg exercise after all he figured. He bounded up the stairs, noting the fuller energy he now seemed to possess and building up a further layer of sweat.

He barrelled into the small study room, seeing that the other student was already there, sat down with textbooks and papers spread across the small desk. The other student was slight and fair, with wispy blonde hair and a thin face framed by rounded glasses. He was dressed in dark chinos, smart brogue shoes, and a crisp Oxford shirt. He was, Jason thought, a classic rich boy prep. Maybe Daddy had got him into college, he was struggling with his classes, and now he needed Jason's help to keep up. Pathetic.

The other student stood up, looking at Jason with a mix of bemusement and surprise, before sticking his thin hand out. "Hi, I'm Simon. Thanks for coming. And you are?" Jason took Simon's hand boisterously, shaking it firmly to show Simon who was boss. "Hey man, I'm Jason. Friends call me Jace though." A hint of displeasure flicked across Simon's face as he made contact with Jason's sweaty palm, but he recovered quickly.

"Well, Jason" Simon continued, notably refusing to call him Jace, "thanks for agreeing to this. I really need the extra credit." Jace sat down, his legs spread extra wide. Jace noted with a grin the bulge in his sweatpants. "I'll be honest", Simon continued, "I was quite surprised when you offered to help me out. I don't think I've ever seen you in our lectures." Jace laughed - he couldn't exactly tell Simon the truth, that he had in fact graduated last year, top of the class, when he had been Josh. "Yeh man, I guess not. I keep myself pretty busy." Jace caught Simon looking distastefully at his sweaty body and gym clothes, and heard Simon mutter "yeh, busy, I can imagine."

Jace started rocking casually in his chair. He was already, he could tell, really bored of this Simon guy. He was being a buzzkill, and was judging Jace for the way that he dressed and presented himself. Jace figured that Simon was just jealous. Jealous that while Jace was a hunk and smart enough to lead a tutor session, Simon was a bit dweeby and clearly flunking his classes! Jace figured he would keep this session quick, hit Simon with some of the basics, and then bail. We wanted to explore this new bod. "So Si", Jace started, noting Simon's nostrils flare breifly when Jace gave him a nickname. "Where do you want to start?"

Simon looked relieved to be starting. "How do you feel about starting with some language, maybe some Greek letters? I know that's where a lot of people struggle. Maybe being in a frat will give you an advantage" Simon added snidely, although the joke was over Jace's head. Jace was instead thinking about whether he should join a frat. Maybe this body was already in one. Fraternity life wasn't something he had ever been interested in as Josh - he had always thought of them as boorish and a waste of time - but Jace realised now that that was a stupid point of view. He could live and hang out with other guys who worked out and played sports whilst also studying to be top of the class. Also, better access to girls - it was mad that he had been in four hot bodies and still hadn't gotten off with anyone! Why had he been such a prude before? He nodded to Simon's suggestion, thinking it would be a cakewalk. He aced his language exams when he was a student and now he was pretty sure he was of Greek descent. Teaching this dweeb was gonna be the easiest money he ever made.

Simon pulled out a thin workbook and paused. "Did you.. did you bring any paper or pens?" Jace just laughed. "Sorry my man, came straight from the gym", Jace responded, flexing a bicep as he did so. Simon looked unimpressed, and his patience was wearing thin. He passed Jace the workbook, and said "Ok, well, look at these letters and their me their English equivalent."

Jace thought that was a pretty lazy way for Simon to learn, to have Jace basically do his homework for him, but at least it wasn't complicated. Confidently he took the workbook to look at the Greek letters and ... blank. Nothing came to mind. He tried to refocus - he must have been more tired than he thought - but he continued to draw a blank. "Eh, sorry", he laughed nervously. "I definitely know this stuff." He had studied these letters in freshman year and he knew he had aced the language exam, but when he tried to reach back into his memories, they were hazy and unfocused. Why the fuck couldn't he remember this, this was basic stuff.

After a few minutes, Simon said "don't worry, some people struggle with the basics. That's why the professor asked me to help tutor some of the... struggling students." Jace looked up at Simon with a confused look on his face. What had Simon said? That Simon was tutoring him? That wasn't right, was it? Jace blinked - it was like his brain was always still catching up with him. "Eh, no man. I agreed to tutor you."

Simon laughed, not unkindly, before realising that Jace wasn't joking. "Oh, you're being serious" Simon said awkwardly. "Erm, well, I'm about to graduate top of the class so I don't think I need tutoring. And, no offence, but are you sure you've got the grades to be a tutor?" It dawned on Jace that Simon had basically called him dumb. He wasn't dumb, he had come top of the class! But when he looked down again at the worksheets, his mind was completely blank - the Greek letters meant absolutely nothing to him. Had the app done something? And if it was going to make him a tutor, why would it make him forget his knowledge about Greek letters?

He thought about the task he had agreed to - "Looking for a student to tutor History and Classics asap!" - and, slowly, it dawned on him. The task wasn't for him to be a tutor, but for him to be a student receiving tutoring. "Oh fuck", he said out loud. The app wasn't going to turn him into some top of the class nerd like he should be, but into someone who needed tutoring, who needed help. Someone who was struggling with his classes. The app had created the perfect struggling student. It has made him dumb.

Jace now realised that that feeling in his head - that hazy feeling that caused his thoughts to feel thick - wasn't because he was tired. His difficulty working out his age when he looked at his new ID, his inability to remember his old classes, even some of the things he had been saying and ways he had been acting. He wasn't the academic student he had been once and had tried to get back to but some... dumb jock stereotype. The driver had said he didn't have time to study and Jace had said he had a scholarship - the app just made those facts real. He was a jock, a wrestler only at school because of his prowess on the mat and not for his smarts. He didn't have any smarts. And that persona trickled down to every facet of his new body - the muscles, the clothes, the hair, the smell, the nicknames.

Simon could tell that Jace was getting worked up. "Hey man, it's okay, everyone's gotta start somewhere. Even if you have left it pretty late... Look - let's start with something more basic ok?" Simon pulls out another workbook and Jace cringes as he sees the title - Greek for Beginners! It almost looked like a book for teens, not a college student. The book had English translations to help but, by this point, Jace just couldn't concentrate. He tried to follow the words with his finger to help him concentrate, but couldn't get over how thick and hairy it was. He tried to voice the words out loud, but kept being surprised by the deep timber that he spoke with. The room was getting hot, his hair was itching everywhere, and he couldn't stop thinking about how badly he smelt. Everything he said or did just sounded stupid. It was hopeless.

Jace had lost track of how of time had passed, and was startled when Simon's album went. "Oh crap", Simon went. "I'm really sorry - I've got a lecture I totally forgot about. Sorry, I know this is right in the middle of our session. How about you keep that worksheet and we'll pick up the second half soon? Sorry to have to bail like this!" Simon spoke in a whirlwind and Jace had a hard time keeping up. Was the session over? "I'll be in touch" Simon added as a parting comment before dashing away.

Jace sat back, a bit thunderstruck by what had happened. He felt muddled, but at least now the task was over. He was on campus, so there must be loads of people needing help with something. He just needed to pick something that kept him young but maybe got some of his smarts back as well - something that wouldn't leave him as some thicko jock stereotype.

He booted up the app, but it took him back to the task screen - it was greyed out, covered in "TASK ONGOING" in block capital letters. He tried to go back to the home screen or to the task list but all he got was a prompt saying "You cannot select a new task until the existing task is complete." It took Jace a while to work it out, but he realised that with Simon bailing halfway through their session, the tutoring he had signed up to wasn't over. He realised that until Simon finished the session, he was stuck like this.

He saw on the app that there was an option to cancel, but he noted with fear the warning in large letters - "Abandoning a task while ongoing will lead to penalties." What penalties? He had no idea what the app could do? Jace started descending the stairs of the faculty, emerging back to the campus quad. He didn't even have Simon's number, so unless Simon reached out... he was stuck. He looked around the campus. Did he try and follow Simon to his class and force him to finish the task? Did he find out wherever Jace lived and wait? Or did he bite the bullet, and abandon the task and accept the penalties. His head swam.

"What the fuck do I do now?"

To be continued

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A Cloak & Dagger main switching between a dark muscular version of himself, and a twink version of himself

A Marvel Rivals idea where Moon Knight and Namor have Bruce cornered, and Bruce blasts them with a beam from his gamma ray at the highest setting at. As he escapes, the two of them start to be affected by the gamma blast. Moon Knight and Namor both hulking out into massive dumb brutes.

Another idea, a streamer and his friends playing a competitive match and turning into the buffed up verisons of the characters they picked. Wolverine, Punisher, to name a few options for tnem.

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Kling #8

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The huge, hairy beer drinking muscle daddy is pretty great. Got any interest in what happens if he keeps hitting the fridge? I’m talking drinking six packs a night instead of keeping his six pack.

Yo, the sick part about having a beard is it kinda hides if your jawline's lookin' less sharp, you know? But bro, after a few too many brews, even that won't save you. If your chin starts gettin' all floppy, the beard ain't gonna cover that up, especially if you don't keep it groomed, man…

Dude, the chill part is, by then, it’s all good, ya know? No need to keep that chest fluff in check. Daily showers? So for suckers. Seriously, who gives a rip about messy hair and hiding some cheesy dude down in your love handles, bro?

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Singhta

You couldn't wait for the holiday break, already wearing your Christmas sweater and Santa hat. Just a few more things to pack and you would be leaving you dorm to head to your hometown.

While packing the last items for your trip, you turn to see your dorm mate Saheb moping on his bed. "What's got you down?" you ask him.

"Just sad that I won't be seeing my family during the break." Saheb sighed.

"Didn't you just see your family a few months ago?" you asked rhetorically. You remembered your Punjabi dorm mate travelling to India in October for Dawali, which Saheb explained to you as a kind of Indian New Years. As far as you were concerned, trading Christmas for Diwali seemed like an equivalent exchange. "By the way, can you pass me that star-shaped tree topper?" you requested while bending down to place more items in your suitcase.

"It's not the same" Saheb refuted, "When I left for Diwali, you still had most of the campus still around to keep you company. But today, almost all of the students are going to leave for Christmas and I'll be all alone." Saheb grabbed the star shaped tree topper and looked down at it in his grasp. He usually couldn't see what Americans saw in the plastic star with cheap lights, but in that moment it symbolized the family time they would have that Saheb would not. The feeling was almost magical.

Normally would would have been more comforting towards your dorm mate, but your rush to get home and lack of sympathy for Saheb's situation made your response just a bit too sarcastic. "Yeah? Well it's too bad you Sikh's don't believe in Santa. Otherwise he'd probably give you company this Christmas."

"I wish I wasn't the only Sikh left here for Christmas." Saheb looked down at the star-shaped tree topper and saw it light up. He thought it odd, was the cheap thing plugged in?

You are startled by a jolt through your body making you stand up straight. "Vhat vas dhat?" Your voice sounded off.

You thought your Santa hat felt tighter, not realizing it had changed into a soft red turban. You also scratched at your Christmas sweater as it suddenly felt hot and itchy with your new body hair. You couldn't tell what was wrong, but you were starting to forget why you wanted to leave in the first place. You needed to get away as soon as possible. "Vell can you hand me dhat starr Veer ji. I rreally musd be going" your R's roll in your accented voice.

Saheb didn't seem to register what you said, still looking down at the glowing star. "I wish I did have a Santa here to keep me company."

You winced at your Christmas sweater becoming even more uncomfortable. You looked down to see it stuffed beyond reason with your bloating belly. The growth and jiggling made the fabric rub against your thick body hair, a sensation that was absolutely tickling on your softer fat stomach. "My God! Vhat is hap- ha- stop id- haha- HOHOHO!" you release a jolly deep belly laugh. Your sweater becomes a much more comfortable white kurta with a red sherwani on top, giving you much more room for your jostling gut. You arch your back and hold your belly to deliver another joyous laugh. "HOHOHO!" a rosey color paints your chubby cheeks above your snow white beard. You look down at Saheb, who seems to finally take notice of you again.

"W- who are you?"

"Me? Vhy, I am Singhta of courrse! I hearrd you have been a verry good bacha ji this yearr.

"I-" Saheb stammers, not sure what is going on, but knowing this is what he wanted, "Yes, I guess I have!"

"Dhen id is dime forr your prresend!" With a flick of your wrist, Saheb's pants fell down like winter snow. You gazed hungrily at his kacchera, the underwear tied with a drawstring Sikhs wear to protect their modesty. With another flick of your wrist you turned that drawstring into the kind of ribbon one would find on a Christmas present. You could not wait to see what gift was inside.

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Yo, check it out, this dope online store lets you try on tees like a video game, bro. But no one told you your bod’d fit the shirt, not the flip, ya know? Now he’s all hyped to crank one out and then chill with the homies over some cold ones.

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Heard that fat is the new fit? No? Never mind... He had a few days of trouble coping with his new weight.

Whether it was because of his new man boobs that he always thought of women with big tits when he jerked off. No idea!

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The Daddy Virus

Tyler was the star of his high school's theater department, a promising gymnast, especially on the parallel bars and rings, and the most popular of the school's studs. There were urban legends about the size and qualities of his cock. Tyler was a legend. And he reveled in the knowledge that he was one.

The rumors about a number of juniors and sophomores who had disappeared from one day to the next were generally dismissed. No one remembers anyone disappearing. Nevertheless, some of the fat daddies who had been hanging around campus in the cafeteria for some time, when they weren't doing janitorial or handyman work, liked to tell horror stories about it. Tyler pretended to be politely horrified. But in his mind, he went over his lines. Next week was the premiere of “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” And he was the star. Of course.

Tyler was on stage. “The soul is a terrible reality. You can buy and sell it and haggle over its price. You can poison it or perfect it. There is a soul in each of us. I know it.” Suddenly he gets stuck. Shit, what was the next sentence? BELCH! Why the hell is he on a stage anyway? He is anything but an actor...

“Tyler, you look really grotesque in that shirt.” ‘Damn it, bro, if I'm going to play that fag Daffyd Thomas for this charity crap, I want to do it right.’ His fraternity brothers were on the floor laughing. Tyler was anything but ‘The Only Gay in the Village.’ Tyler had been captain of the wrestling team as a senior. And now he was the assistant coach. He was a legend in his fraternity. The fact that he had agreed to perform this sketch was truly sensational. Tyler grinned. He knew that this shirt was really an imposition on the audience. You could really see every one of his rolls of fat. Something was brewing in his gut. FART!

Coach Ty looked at his boys. A few of them were really talented. He would be able to turn them into men. He himself had had a promising wrestling career ahead of him. But then a cruciate ligament rupture. And his career was over. He stroked his belly. Well, his life could have been a lot worse. “Boys, that's enough for today. Beer and steaks in an hour at my place in the garden. And whoever takes a shower loses. It's just us guys here today.” The boys howled. And Coach Ty wondered if he would fuck a sweaty wrestler's ass today.

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I'm picky about my coffee beans. Got anything with dark roasted arabica?

You're suspicious that you got a pound of coffee beans for so cheap. They smell incredibly high quality as you brew them in your coffee maker, the machine whirring and grinding, filling your kitchen and apartment with the rich, deep smells of the Coffee. You stand by, tapping your finger on your countertop. You've got a long day ahead of you. Work, hanging out with friends later and going out to celebrate the weekend coming up. Nothing like a little pick-me-up cup of Joe wouldn't fix.

As you continue sniffing the air, you notice that you're starting to get hard. The smell is wildly intoxicating. Strangely strong. It smells almost like musk, the top notes of some expensive cologne mingling with someone's already strong body odor. It's hot and masculine. Hot also because you're starting to feel like it's 100 degrees in your apartment. Your skin feels heated like the sun is blazing down on it. Your cock continues hardening, topping off at its average length. It's so hard. Like steel. Oddly insistent too. And sensitive. Twitching and throbbing against your sleep shorts so much that .... you let out a soft moan as your cock spits up some pre.

You wipe your forehead and your palm comes back slick. Your nipples are hard on your bare chest, the cool air of your apartment brushing against them. The Coffee pours into your mug and you hold it. The smell hits you in the nose and your knees buckle, and you collapse against your counter. This is not normal. At all. Coffee making you horny? So horny it's like you can't focus on anything? Like your balls, which for some reason feel so hot, so warm, have become your brains? You take a sip of the Coffee, expecting it to be scalding hot.

But it's not. It's lukewarm.

But so fucking delicious.

You take your sweaty, damp shirt off and toss it to the floor. You're shaking as so much blood pours into your erection you can feel your cock getting bigger to contain it. Stretching longer and bloating thicker, leaking so much pre cum to make room for the extra cum now filling your bloating, tingly, hot balls. They inflate and droop, swinging between your legs like two giant, overripe oranges. You spill the rest of your Coffee as you spasm, unable to contain the onslaught of hormones filling your head. Filling your body and making it warmer, sweatier. You feel your pubic hair grow bushier and thicker, sweatier. Your musk seems like it's getting stronger as you lift your arm and get a whiff of your pits. When your smell hits you, you moan and cum like a cannon down your leg, your swollen cockhead pressed against the rough fabric of your sleep shorts. You're whimpering like a scared and horny animal as your cock continue to cum, little rivers of your hot, musky cum running down your leg.

You look down to not only a huge, tight bulge in your shorts but that your bare feet are darkening. Like someone's spilled paint on a canvas, the dark color starts from your feet and travels upwards. You're panting as your feet crack and expand. Stretching across the tile floors and making you grit your teeth with the insane, mind-numbing pleasure that rips through you. They stretch and bloat, meatier and muskier, thicker and corded with muscle. They grow into size 12s, easily tearing through your socks and definitely not fitting in any of your shoes.

You huff and puff as the color spreads upwards, and with it, thicker, darker hair grows up your calves. Carpeting your thighs and thick hairs coming out of your inflated balls, the sensation making more pre shoot out of your cock. Your ass grows furry, hole tickling as hairs sprout around it as it tightens and contracts. Your eyes bug out of your head as the skin tone reaches your nipples, darkens them into dusky buds, the areolas expanding and stretching across your flat chest as some fat bubbles beneath them. Your moans grow deeper as your Adam's apple expands, punching out of your thickening throat as the color overtakes your face. Thickens up your lips, perfect for sloppy make-out sessions and even sloppier head. Thicker, wider tongue perfect for eating out an ass to the next century. A sensitive moustache sprouts on your lips as your jaw and cheekbones chisel themselves into sharp, handsome, masculine features. Hair darkening and curling, pleasurably sprouting from your scalp and sending waves of pleasure down your back.

As the color goes into your hands, they thicken and inflate. Palms widening and fingers stretching into meaty digits. You're still so horny, grinding your beyond hard 9-inch cock against your counter. You slip your tighter shorts down to your ankles. You bend over, sticking out your larger tongue, and begin licking the counter, desperate for all the dregs of Coffee that you can drink. Your head ignites with pleasure as your bigger hands graze your increasingly sensitive ass. The furry, flat ass starts expanding into your palm as you continue dragging your tongue across the counter. Your moans are deep and loud, and desperately horny. You cum again as you squeeze a fistful of your fatter ass, the muscle expanding and growing, some extra fat pouring into the inflating globes as some of it lands in your increasingly muscular thighs and calves. You feel your smarts leaking out of your cock as your thighs continue growing, swelling and inflating, so close to squeezing those swollen, churning nuts that your eyes cross as you let out a deep groan as the final push of growth bloats your ass into a strong, soft, hairy bubble butt. Your calves inflate and strengthen becoming thick diamonds underneath the skin.

You grab your still hard cock, oozing with pre, and stroke yourself, moaning as you throw your arms behind your head. Your pit hair explodes into thick, dense, musky hair. Your smell is so incredible your hole puckers. You play with the slick, swollen head of your cock as your chest expands behind your swollen nipples. The dark pegs jutting out and stretching forward as your muscles expand, become a little softer and less chiseled as some fat pours into them. The stretching of your chest broadens your shoulders, popping them out like two massive boulders in your upper arms. You swear vehemently in Arabic - a language you most definitely did not speak before - as your huge hands tug and play with your huge nipples. Your chest expands into strong muscle tits, hanging over your quivering abs as they begin tightening and contracting. You grab and squeeze handfuls of your pecs as your cock spurts huge wads of pre from the sensation, your horniness just getting stronger and stronger. Your back broadens and becomes stacked with muscle, which allows your pecs to surge forward one last time to take advantage of the extra support.

You let go of your cock as your biceps bloat and expand. You throw your juicy, heavy arms into a double bicep flex as your abs expand against your skin. The muscles shifting and strengthening, bloating against the skin and pushing your waist wider to contain them. With both of your hairy, musky pits exposed, you cum hands-free, bellowing with pleasure that goes right to your brain and fries it. Thick wads of cum splatters all over the counter as you feel the muscles in your biceps become two huge, dense, muscular balloons. Your forearms expand and become equally strong and muscular, thick veins bulging against your muscle. You feel strong enough to lift a car. Throw around a hungry bottom. You thrust into your waning orgasm as a final wave of growth hits all of your new muscles. Thicker arms, fatter ass, stronger thighs, abs becoming more defined, pecs inflating and broadening your chest.

Panting, pleasantly exhausted, you lean against the counter and catch your breath. You're still so sweaty, and smell so ripe. So masculine. You massage and worship your muscle tits. Flex your abs. Your cock shrinks into a semi and you feel a dull throb of horniness in the back of your much slower brain. You slide your shorts back on and smirk cockily at the tightness of them, your dick print so obvious and you're not even fully cocked. Ass huge and swollen against the back of your shorts, you can feel how heavy and weighty it is.

Your phone dings with several text messages from a number you don't recognize. All that's important is that this guy is coming over to your place. You take a pic and send it to him so he can get a teaser of the full package he's going to unwrap.

You notice the heavy bag of Coffee beans on your counter. Maybe after you're done fucking him into next year, dumping load after load into his ass, you can make him a cup.

And then, well, he'll definitely be able to return the favor.

[roller6262]

Hey bro, I know me and the boys never talk to y'all at KOK, but this is an issue that affects all of Greek life. Did you hear the administration saying frats aren't diverse enough? It's not our fault all the best rushes are white. Now they're threatening us if we don't become more inclusive! How's KOK planning to fight this?

Hey BRO, thanks for reaching out. I did hear about the administrations mandate, infact I actually SUGGESTED it. I'm not gonna fight this, hell fucking no, the only way Greek life truly thrives is if everyone can get a slice of the pie...or well cake in this very specific interests.

What am I saying, what do I mean? Don't tell me you don't already feel your ass heating up. Don't tell me you can't feel that warmth lift you INCHES off of your seat, your thighs getting bigger to support the weight of your new gigantic bubble butt. You and the BROS never skip leg day after all. And I think with your skin darkening and that less than welcoming mindset disappearing your gonna be welcoming ALL types of BROS over. You don't gain any height or new muscles not really, I think the only things I'll help change is give you a better more nature hairstyle with some fresh waves, and make sure you have a face no one can say no to

Enjoy the new ass and perspective. I didn't change much else, because I want you aware enough of who you used to be, so you'll never become it again.

[roller6262]

Hey! Skinny white guy here wishing I was something more exciting!

I can sense you've been touched by the power of many transformations before, perhaps you are a master of transformation as well? Usually I'd be wary of using my power on those like you, in case it rebounded on me, but this request is too tempting to pass. Fine, I'll make you more interesting. You're sitting at home when to hear loud rock coming from outside. You open your front door to find yourself in a suburban neighborhood with a young South Asian man sitting on your doorstep with a speaker.

You want to ask him what he's doing here, but after noticing some angry glares from your neighbors, you think it's best to tell him to turn the music down first. "Turn it down?" He scoffs, "Man, you're the one always saying to turn it up. Listen to this!" He grabs you by the ear and pulls you closer to the speaker, as if standing across the street wouldn't still be a fine distance to hear the track. You curse when you feel a sharp pain where he grabbed your earlobe, but as the sound reverberates through your skull you find that pain turning to pleasure.

You nod your head to the booming drums as your ear lobes grow, craving more of that sound, then filling with large gauges. You tell him he's right, shit this good deserves to be played at max volume. "Hell yeah, especially when it speaks to taking down a broken system. That's what it's like for brown men in a white man's world." You're confused, is brown men referring to you too? You feel your body electrified like a guitar, your body warming up and your skin darkening in turn. Your hair stands on end until the blackened strands curl into a mess much like the man's, though you like your streaked red and sides shaved. You grin, looking at your fellow south asian with your deep brown eyes in newfound familiarity. You can't help but agree that there's nothing more punk than an immigrant.

After a few minutes of listening, your neighbor's annoyed stares become more obvious to both of you. "Man let's ditch these posers. Is it cool if I take this to Zayne's house?" You get excited, recognizing the name of another punk who lives a few blocks down. You agree, noting you're excited to listen there too. "What?" he chuckles, "no offense Man, but I don't think Zayne invites anyone your age to rock out." You wonder what he means by age before looking down at your arms, ever hairier than before. You think you're seeing things, adjusting your glasses out of habit without realizing you weren't wearing any before. Your facial scruff becoming a thick beard. Your clothes turning into a brown polo tucked into white khakis, baggy at first but stretched tighter as your time as a slim youth grows distant from years in a sedentary desk job. Your adjust your polo, trying to give your moobs more room while they jiggle along with your gut to the speaker. Despite your new clothes, you're still a punk in spirit, but a man needs to dress a certain way to work when he's got bills to pay.

you look at the man, now recognizing him as your son. You're a bit sad he keeps calling you "Man" instead of Dad, but a part of you swells with pride as a sign he's inherited some of the anti-authority spirit you grew up with. You sigh, allowing him to go rock out with his friend, but reminding him to come home before dinner and hoping you can jam with him after too.

"Ah kids" I say, stepping out of the house next to yours, looking like a typical suburban man "no matter how cool you are, they always choose their friends." You laugh deeply, clutching on to the bouncing polo that threatens to untuck from your khakis and reveal the furry carpet below. You say your son is probably just going through a rebellious phase. I laugh in kind, "With a rebel dad like you, I'm sure 'rebellious phase' is an understatement!" I'm unsure if you recognize me, or the request you made to me, but I am sure that this life is at the very least more exciting!

[roller6262]

[roller6262]

can we please see what the multiverse holds for this stud? I'd especially love to see his Sikh variant.

Sorry for the wait, searching the entire multiverse for very specific realities is time and energy consuming! That being said, I'm sure you'll find these next few glimpses of the multiverse quite interesting.

Our first stop, Sikhism:

In this world where everyone shares an Indian heritage, our subject has embraced his roots and become a mighty Sikh bodybuilder. He stands tall at 6'2" with a chiseled physique that's the envy of every gym rat in Punjab. He wears his dark hair in the traditional Sikh style - a neatly tied dastar that adds to his regal bearing as he showcases his chiseled physique.

His muscular form flexes and ripens under the gaze of adoring fans, each corded vein and defined muscle speaking to his tireless dedication to fitness and self-discipline. As he moves, the fabric of his clothing strains against his broad chest and powerful thighs, hinting at the incredible strength that lies beneath - a strength both physical and spiritual. This is a man who worships the gods of fitness through sweat, discipline, and devotion - a true embodiment of the Sikh ideal of strength and courage.

Next, a somewhat normal reality:

In this alternate reality, he's instead an adorable, slender French twink. His messy hair frames a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and large, expressive brown eyes that sparkle with mischief. As a wealthy french man, he spends his days lounging on his chic Parisien appartment and inviting people over.

Clad in tight, low-rise jeans that hug his lean hips and a button-up shirt, our French cutie exudes a carefree, flirtatious energy. His pink lips are often curled into a sly grin, and his playful demeanor is infectious, drawing you in with promises of laughter, adventure, and passion.

Last but certainly not least, let's venture to a tropical paradise where every country on Earth is a lush, sun-kissed island:

Here, he's transformed into a bronzed Samoan hunk. His dark, gleaming skin is a testament to his heritage, while his muscular build speaks to a life spent in the open air, basking under the tropical sun. His hair is worn long and loose, framing his chiseled face like a golden crown. A few days' worth of stubble adds a rugged edge to his smooth, olive-toned skin. The salty tang of sea air mingles with the musk of raw masculinity, an intoxicating combination that can't help but stir primal urges among visitors.

His broad shoulders and muscular physique are the result of endless days spent working at the beach bar where he serves exotic cocktails to sun-worshippers from around the world. As he wipes down the polished wood with a white towel, beads of sweat glisten on his bronzed skin, drawing the eye inexorably downward to the tantalizing bulge straining against his board shorts. Whether mixing cocktails or soaking up rays between shifts, this Samoan hunk is the epitome of island charm and carefree living.

These three tantalizing alternatives offer a glimpse into the infinite possibilities that await in the multiverse. Who knows what other versions of our stud might be out there, just waiting to be discovered? The universe is vast, and so are the desires it holds...

[roller6262]

Exploring the Tribes

“Dude! Way too much info.” Jeff made a face of disgust and took another swig of his beer, “I’m all for “love is love”, but I don’t wanna hear about your uhhh...”

“Look dude, it’s about time I get to brag. I’ve nearly fucked all the tribes on Grindr. On this vacation alone, bro.” Connor replied, “You and the rest of the guys get to brag about all the pussy you get, why can’t I...?”

“Damn I don’t know man. It’s just...” Jeff adjusted his cap and chugged the rest of his beer, “We’re on vacation with the rest of the bros. Of course we’re gonna talk about our scores.” Jeff smirked- with a body like his, he was scoring well, “I don’t doubt you’re getting plenty of dick. I just don’t want to hear about it.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t want to hear about that time you banged my sister, but here we are.”

Jeff smirked as he recounted the memory, “She has a great rack...” Connor punched his arm, “Fair I deserved that.”

“And I’m a top. I don’t take dick.”

“Whatever dude, can’t you just enjoy the beer?” Jeff sighed, “Besides, what the fuck is a tribe anyway?”

Connor chuckled, “Shit, I forget we make it complicated. It’s a way to describe gay guys. Well, at least their looks.” Jeff nodded, his mind drifting elsewhere, “Like, a bear is a hairy heavyset guy. A twink is usually more feminine and hairless. Like you.”

“Fuck off dude. Girls like it when my muscles are clean shaven.” Jeff shot back.

“Joking, you’re too muscular to be a twink.” Connor replied, “But dude, stay on topic. I’m so close to having fucked a guy in each tribe on this trip. Like just a few more. But I’ve had a really hard time finding an otter.”

Jeff chuckled, “That some kinda weird animal shit?”

“No, otters are like bears, but a lot skinnier.” Connor replied.

“And you want to hook up with one of these guys?” Jeff raised an eyebrow, “Skinny and hairy. What kinda guy would want that?” He flexed one of his biceps and grinned.  

“Well yeah, gotta complete the quest.” Connor shrugged, “But I haven’t come across one since we’ve been here.”

“Oh yeah?” Jeff chuckled, “I have a deal for you. If I find you an otter, you gotta stop talking to me about this shit for the rest of the trip.”

Connor laughed, “Yeah, okay bro.”

“No seriously. I’m a great wingman! Remember Chet and that sorority girl with the slutty tattoo? That was all me, bro.”

“Alright dude. I’ll play.” Connor chuckled, “And how are you going to find this otter?”

Jeff shrugged, “Hairy and slim. Fuck dude, I’ll find ‘em in no time.”

Connor smirked and slapped his friend on the back, “Well I appreciate it, dude. But I think I’ve already found one.”

“No fucking way man, where?” Jeff asked, looking around the bar.

“You can’t miss him. He’s pretty slim.”

Jeff continued to look around, barely noticing as his muscles started to deflate. It started in his legs- his well sculpted calves becoming thin and petite. He inadvertently put a hand on his abs as he felt his muscle twist and contract, just before they deflated, leaving his toned abdomen flat. Connor smirked as he watched Jeff’s pecs follow suit- the muscle behind them atrophying at an alarming rate.  

“I’ll miss those.” Connor chuckled.

“What was the dude?”

“Nothing man.” Connor watched as Jeff seemed to shorten as his back muscles shrunk into nothingness, “You haven’t noticed him yet?” He watched as Jeff’s muscular arms thinned out- years of training at the gym gone within just a few minutes.

“No I haven’t.” Jeff chuckled, “You sure you’re not seeing things, bro?”

“No, he’ right there.” Connor insisted.

Jeff’s eyes narrowed and he stood up to try and get a better view. But he wasn’t used to his new frame and nearly fell over as he tried to balance himself, “Fuck dude, I need to lay off the drinks.” Jeff looked at his skinnier arms, staring at them closely. Connor sipped his drink, watching Jeff trying to make sense of it, “Shit... dude... I...I look small?”

“No way, I think you look perfect the way you are.” Connor said, guiding Jeff back to his chair. Jeff blushed at his friend’s touch.

“Sh-shit dude.” Jeff shook his head, “I uh...” Something was wrong. He knew he wasn’t this skinny. As he looked closer at himself, he felt he was missing something. His pecs, his arms, his abs, “Fuck Connor, dude something is...”

“Dude stop distracting me! I’m trying to find that otter I was telling you about.” Connor smirked, “He has to be one of the hairiest guys I’ve seen.”

Jeff felt nauseous. With a grunt, he felt his skin come alive. It burned, only to be replaced by an itchiness that seemed to originate from each follicle of his clean-shaven skin. Relief came suddenly, but was short-lived. He watched with terrified eyes as hair emerged from the top of his bathing suit and traveled up his abdomen. The dark brown hair sprouting from his skin was curly and thick, moreso than anything he ever grew naturally. And as it climbed up his abdomen, thickening rapidly, it finally reached his pecs where it spread like wildfire.

“Ahhhhh.” Jeff moaned as he felt the hair climb around his ass and move up his back. Simultaneously, Jeff raised his hand to feel the thick beard forming along his face, “Connor, what the fuck?” He breathed out, sweat washing over his body and dampening his new fur. Connor grinned, yanking a clump of Jeff’s new arm hair.

“Dude, what’s the matter? You’re distracting me.” Connor complained, “Damn, if only you could see this otter now.” Jeff tensed as Connor rubbed a hand through his hairy chest, “What did you say about guys who wear earrings?” Jeff winced in pain as his ears were stretched and two gauges embedded into his ear lobes, “Oh and remember that sorority girl? What did you say about her tattoos again?” Jeff winced again as tattoos carved themselves into his arms and legs, “And shit, what kinda guy would wear a speedo like that?” Jeff looked down at the yellow speedo that now barely covered his junk and hairy ass, “Oh right- according to you, those things would make someone gay and slutty, right?” Jeff’s eyes widened, “So I guess this otter I’m seeing must be a massive gay slut.”

“Wait! Connor! Please...” Jeff’s mouth went slack and his eyes widened as his brain was rewritten. His love for tits quickly vanished- replaced by a love for a man’s touch and dick, “Please... I...” Jeff winced as he remembered the best way to suck a man’s cock. A strategy that always got his hookup to cum, “I’m not...” His gym routine vanished from his brain. Cardio and squats. All to help keep his ass as fuckable as possible, “Connor...” Jeff felt himself fall forward, and for brief moment everything went dark. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself being supported by the strong arm of the man sitting across from him.

“Yo, you good?” Jeff looked up at the muscular man in front of him and grinned.

“All good hun!” Jeff giggled, tracing his hand along the man’s muscular arm. Fuck, how’d he get so lucky to find this stud?, “But I think I should lie down for bit.”

“I have a place in mind.” The man said with a grin.

“Oh yeah big guy?” Jeff leaned in and placed a hand against the man’s pec, “I need you to take me there. Right now.” He breathed. The man grinned and the two left the bar, walking quickly back to the man’s room, “My name is Jeffrey by the way.”

“Connor.” Connor replied, as the two entered the bedroom.

Jeffrey grinned as Connor threw him onto the bed. Clothes were quickly discarded. And soon, moans filled the empty room.

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Jeff groaned as he pushed himself out of bed, ‘Fuck,’ he thought, seeing the time on his phone, ‘I must’ve gotten wasted.’

His whole body ached, especially his ass. Probably fell on it while he was drunk, he figured. He wobbled to the bathroom and stared in the mirror- taking in his muscular frame and clean-shaven form. He smirked- even feeling like shit he still had his looks. He opened his phone to take a pic and cringed.

“What the fuck?” He whispered, “Who the fuck is that?” He stared at the newest saved picture in his phone. A hairy, slim man, “An otter...” He whispered.

There was a sudden knock at his door and he groaned. Shuffling over, he opened it to find Connor.

“Dude what’s up?” Connor chuckled, “Quite the night last night.”

 “Yeah, really? Fuck dude, I drank way too much. Check this out.” He showed Connor the picture, causing his friend to laugh, “I don’t know how it got on here.”

“You don’t remember?” Connor laughed, “Before you left, we took a whole bunch of selfies.”

Jeff groaned, “Hope he didn’t think I’d be into that.” He chuckled, “Shoot your shot, I guess.” He deleted the photo, “So I take it the night was successful?”  

Connor smirked, “Oh it was.” He winked. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. He was begging for more.”

“Gross dude.” Jeff chuckled, “So is that it? Done with the quest?”

“Close dude, very close. Just a few more tribes left.” Connor grinned. Jeff felt a shiver run down his spine. He looked at Connor, a feeling of fear and excitement welling up from within the deepest part of his psyche, “So, wanna grab a drink?”

Jeff shrugged, “Sure, dude.”  

[roller6262]

Which versions of this guy could I find in the multiverse?

Ohhh, let's see what's in store for this guy! I've got some juicy news - there are other universes where he's taken on quite the change!

In a reality very close to ours, he's a confident ass-kicker with a 6-pack and an even bigger ego to match. This sexy Indian stud is always down for a good time, whether it's working out or getting worked up in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, in another universe, he's bulked up into an impressive muscle god!

His sculpted abs are just begging to be licked while his chiseled arms flex with every rep. I bet this Arab Adonis could make you forget all about the gym and focus on more...personal workouts.

But wait, there's more! In a reality where he's traded in his flab for lean muscle mass, this Asian hunk is the epitome of masculine perfection.

His luscious hair and dreamy eyes will make you weak in the knees - before he even starts stripping down to reveal that rock-hard physique.

Last but certainly not least, I present to you…the complete opposite end of the spectrum!

In this alternate reality, our chubby gym buddy has always been a youthful, effeminate cutie with an insatiable thirst for attention and affection. His plump lips are made for sucking, and his tight tattooed body is begging to be explored and devoured.

So which version of our friend here gets you most excited? Or, do you wish all of them were real? Let me know, and who knows - maybe we can make it happen... in the multiverse, at least!