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Resident Cumdump

Happy 100 followers! Straight Jock —> Muscle Himbo. Thanks for the love, dudes. Everyone here depicted is 18+.

“Hey bro is it alright if we just cum on your face real quick?” 

“Hmmph?” Dave garbled in his sleep, hearing his frat president Chad in his ear. “Hmm ya—sure. Wait— WHAAA?!” Dave sputtered, but it was too late as his face and mouth were drowned in cum. 

“What the FUCK!?” The jock screamed, cum dripping from his brow. His new frat brothers all held him down chuckling dumbly above him.  

“Don’t worry brother. All good. Me and the other brothers have been talking. We like you, we really do, but last year we lost our resident cumdump. It’s time we make another.” Chad smirked. Dave realized the thick built frat president was still stroking his thick cock…as if he hadn’t yet cum. 

This had to be a nightmare. Dave struggled as his brothers held him down with their jock arms.  

“Fuck bro, I’ve been saving this load since the last full moon when we released your predecessor from his duties…he’s still a total cock hound, but at least he can think about more than JUST cock now. Mmmphh. Fuck I hope you’re ready slut. This is gonna be a wild four years for you! UUUuuhggGGHUuugghh!”  

Chad came with a fury, his cum covering Dave’s face and chest.  

“Bro what the FUCK?!” Dave yelled again. He pushed harder against his fraternity brothers, but their might was unrelenting.  

“Now the magic begins.” Chad leered down at the newest member of their frat. He walked over to the large window in Dave’s room and with a flourish his muscular arm pulled back the curtain. Bright moonlight poured in, covering each of the brothers. The air became heavy. Thick with the musk of Dave’s frat bros. Then Dave felt it. The cum that covered his hairy body. It felt like it was…vibrating. 

“ ex semine nostro renascis, ut hominibus in perpetuum servias.”

Slowly the chanting began. Deep rumbling from each of Dave’s brothers. The semen began to coat every inch of Dave’s body, glowing and rippling in the moonlight. Dave began to lift into the air. Levitating as his brothers again began to stroke their cocks forming a circle jerk around him.  

He began to moan uncontrollably as the semen covered his cock and balls. He was now fully encased in the glowing mass of cum. He looked down just in time to witness his cock and balls pulse and grow. He was already above average, but now they swelled to obscene proportions, in fact his whole body began to pulse and grow.  

His arms swelled to the size of footballs, veiny and full. His chest grew so large it began to obscure the lower half of his body. His freshman 15 beer gut gave way to cobbled, striated abs. Cum gutters formed a perfect V to thick, powerful thighs. His calves were diamond cut and his feet grew to size 12s. 

His moaning grew deeper at the final swell that hit his body. His ass ballooned in size, growing to power lifter proportions. Fat and muscley. The intensity he felt from his hole made him writhe and squirm in the air. The deep chanting of his brothers grew louder and louder. He felt his hole begin to pulse and puff out. Hungry. Wet. Waiting. 

For all the sexual pleasure Dave felt, his new, fat cock remained soft and constantly leaking. His egg sized balls pulsed from the erotic bliss emanating from his ass. 

“This has to be a dream.” Dave moaned. “It has to be…”

“So why not just indulge in it?” A foreign voice in his mind reasoned. With that his moans grew louder. His body pulsed and writhed in the moonlight. His hole winked, longing to be filled. The chanting from his brothers grew and swelled in tandem with the pleasure resonating from his perfect muscle ass. 

“Fuckkk. Oh FUCK. What’s happening to me?! I want you. All of you! Fuuuuuckkk!” 

Blinding light filled the room as Dave began to come. His ass vibrating and sending shockwaves through his body. His long, thick, flopping cock releasing an endless stream of cum. His brothers joined him, spewing load after load all over his levitating muscular body, groaning and bellowing in celebration of their newest fraternity slut.

“Congratulations Dave, you’re now Kappa Omega Kappa’s resident himbo cumdump.” Chad leered.

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MY PROTECTOR

Suddenly the model from the magazine ad was looming in front of me on the door step.

“Not here!” I screamed at the genie. “Inside.”

I looked both ways quickly, noticing my new friend was catching stares. Fortunately, no one could see Shabaz.

“You wished for a guardian angel… here he is!” insisted the Genie. “No one will mess with you while he’s around.”

I stepped up to the strapping man in the tight underwear. He looked forward blankly, his double-barrel chest rising and falling calmly.

“Oh, he’s alive,” the Genie clarified, “but he’s just an instrument. Anything he does, it’s because you think it. Any thoughts he has, they are because you give them to him.”

“Okay,” I mumble, thinking for a second.

The model turns robotically towards the door, twists the handle, and walks in. Shabaz and I follow.

As we enter the living room, the man stops and turns towards me. His expression remains neutral.

“So whatever I want… whoever I want him to be… that’s who he is?” I say hesitantly.

“Precisely,” the Genie answers back. “And if you ever need me to step in…” – he looks the hunk up and down – “It would be my pleasure.”

I have an idea.

The man’s eyes narrow in concentration and he steps forward menacingly. His hand stretches outward and fits tightly around my neck. Using his strong pelvis, he wedges my body up against the wall. I feel his erection stabbing against my stomach.

His other arm swings upward in a tight flex and he smiles, watching me watch him.

“You like that, maggot?” he hisses with other hand still gripping my neck, channeling one of the asshole jocks from my school. He leans into me, bringing his lips close to mine, then belts out a forceful belch.

“This is what you want?” the Genie asks.

The bully under my control turns his face to the Genie. “Yeah. And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave.”

“I’m good,” the Genie says with a smirk.

The large man turns his face back to me and flexes his arm again, pushing his armpit into my face. “Lick it, scum,” he demands.

His yanks me by the neck into his arm pit and moans in pleasure as I take a big whiff. He has a dank, musky stench… because I want him to. Happily, I begin to lap up the sweat in his pit.

He grunts approvingly. “Good boy… gooood.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the couch. Twisting around, he pulls down his underwear and leans over the couch, forcing my head deep within his ass.

“Now eat it.”

I breathe him in and my tongue goes to work, relishing the taste of his tight hole.

“That feels amazing, boy,” he gulps out, appreciating my handiwork.

I turn to Shabaz with a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for you to go by?”

The Genie brightens. “Really?”

The muscle-bound beauty, now with a cock swagger, rises from the couch and takes off his underwear. He crosses to Shabaz, thrilled with the prospect of inhabiting a body (if only for a while).

“Hop in,” I say.

I watch the Genie step into the beefcake in front of him, and the man’s expression startles. He displays a few proud poses.

“This is fucking awesome!” he cries in the man’s rough voice. Then his face shifts back into a cocky smirk as he picks up the man’s dirty underwear and breathes the musk into his lungs. “That’s the smell of a real fucking man.”

“This is exactly who I want him to be,” I say. “This is my protector.”

The man, possessed by the Genie, narrows his eyes. “Bend over, faggot,” he says icily, pumping his cock. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

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MY PROTECTOR: PART 3

Part of FAN REQUEST WEEK

Requested by @bodstart

Part 1

The Grindr hook-up’s father glowers at me as he undoes his tie and sits down, unable to see Shabaz standing next to him.

“It’ll be just one more second,” I stammer. “He’ll be right down.”

“Hamid!” the man shouts, “Get the fuck down here! I had to leave a gala because for some fucking reason, you needed me to drive across town. This better be an emergency!”

I examine his crisp, tailored clothing. He looks expensive. I guess this nerd is going to have his very own executive businessman. We hear heavy plodding footsteps as my Protector stalks down the stairs. Always seeing out of both sets of eyes, I watch my other half — my puppet — approach in the hulking form of the rich executive’s son, Hamid.

“Yo pops,” I say out of his lips, relishing the look of confusion on his father’s face. Hamid runs a hand down his shirtless chest to his crotch.

“What the fuck is going on here, Hamid?” the man yells, rising from the chair.

I have Hamid adjust his posture, spreading his considerable width to challenge his father’s aggression. Without blinking, he drops his jeans to the floor, exposing the outline of his rigid cock through his underwear. His father’s eyes drop for just a moment.

“You’ve never thought about it, dad?” Hamid says confidently. “Watching me grow these last few years… you’ve never thought about touching me?”

“I-I don’t understand you, son,” he stammers. Hamid brings his face close to his father’s, almost as a threat. His heaving pecs press against his father’s pressed shirt.

I nod to Shabaz. You’re on.

The genie steps into the business executive body, and his chest pulses as if it made contact with heart paddles. His face twists into bewilderment as his hands forcefully grab two scoops of his son’s ass. His eyes bulge in shock as his lips spit out the words,

“Of course I have. I have brought one hot motherfucker into this world.”

The Executive covered his mouth in shock, then mumbled, “What is… what is happ…”

To his horror, his hand massaged his son’s cock as he took Hamid into a deep kiss. Sharing my Protector’s sense of smell, I savored the father’s expensive aftershave. The father looked to me with a new expression… a menacing grin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist a little show. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

The Executive, now fully possessed by Shabaz, dipped a hand into his back pocket and retreived a leather wallet. Out of it came a fistful of cash.

“He’s loaded, all right,” he confirmed.

“Give me his loafers, and stay in character,” I commanded.

“All right, boy,” the Executive snapped in a superior tone. He took off his a shoe and took a step toward me, then looked back at his son — my Protector — fully under my control. Hamid was leaning back on a couch stroking himself with a smile.

Gaze set back to me, the Genie recalled the same glower he had while he was waiting for his son. His hand gripped the back of my neck hard as he pushed my face into the sweaty loafers. I greedily huffed in the smell.

“You like my stench, you poor little maggot?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, getting into it.

“Lick the Italian leather clean, boy. I want to see it sparkle.”

As I ran my tongue along the leather, my nose detected something else. The high quality, the expense of the shoe. The incredible softness.

I pulled myself from his grip and issued another command, “Now, I want to watch you fuck your son. Keep your tux on.”

The Executive, possessed by the genie, nodded and retreived his tux jacket by the door. He ran a hand carefully along his slicked back hair, then carefully took off his belt.

“I told you to keep your tux on,” I repeated.

“It is on,” the Executive growled, “Don’t tell me how to fuck my son.” He looked to Hamid, “Bend over.”

Under my effortless control, Hamid’s double turned around and bent over the couch. His bare ass stuck up in the air.

“You should never tease your father,” the Executive snarled, gripping the belt in a tight loop. With lightning speed, he cracked the leather strap across Hamid’s muscled bubble butt… then again. Angry red marks were left on his son’s tan skin.

The father unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive, uncut eight-inch cock. Wrapping the belt around his son’s throat and leaning close to his ear, he hisses, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Giving me a wink as he entered Hamid’s tight ass, the Executive howls at the fantastic sensation. “It feels so fucking good to be real again!”

I watch as the father has his way with his son — even invited at times to join in. Until… finally… the moment we’ve all been waiting for.

With a loud grunt and a final thrust, the possessed executive’s cum gushes into his son’s ass.  I lose control of my protector once again as he gasps in pain on the couch.

His young, muscled frame collapses inward as it assumes the other form of the man still inside of him — the father of his assumed form. As hair begins to form across his chest and a beard forms on his aging, square jaw, Shabaz — still inside of Hamid’s father — pulls out and strokes himself rapidly. As watching the transformation brings about a second orgasm, I notice something strange. His jaw begins to reform as his brow raises.

As he falls backwards and hits the floor, the Executive’s hips arch upward as he cums on his own pants. Waves of muscle form under the skin and flow outward, dramatically increasing his size. He struggles to take of his shirt as the added bulk tears off the seams, and a circular tattoo seeps to the surface on his side.

After a moment, the groaning subsides and I now see my Protector grinning back at me in the form of Hamid’s rich father. This was expected. What was not expected was Hamid’s father was now… Hamid… and Shabaz was…

The Genie grins as he rises. He slowly puts on Hamid’s discarded jeans, then leans his impressive body against the wall. He’s fucking cocky.

“Finally,” Shabaz says through Hamid, “I’m free.”

“It-it works both ways,” I stammer, realizing my folly.

“That’s riiight,” he says in a husky sing-song. “When your protector has sex in his form, his mold changes. Likewise, when I’m in a body… so do I. And this…” he hisses as he places his hands on me and lifts me slowly with his massive arms, “Is all mine.”

A belt suddenly wraps around his throat as my Protector — in the form of his father — theatrically clears his throat. “Not so fast, Hamid,” I say through his lips. “Don’t forget, you are my son. If you want a penny, you will do what I say.”

“Looks like you’re not so free after all,” I say with a grin. Shabaz lowers me slowly, realizing his error. “You are trapped in this body, as glorious as it is, an now I am your father.”

I decide to throw my weight around.

“Turn around,” I command to the Executive. The intimidating man turns around, leans over and sticks his sweaty ass into the air. Approaching him gleefully, I bring my nose close to his smelly taint and breath him in. Then I begin eating him out, enjoying each bellow and moan from the gorgeous business man in my control. My other half.

After I finish, he pulls back on his pants soiled with his rich cum. The Executive looks at me hungrily as he sits down in the chair. His mouth barks out my desires.

“I can’t go out there like this, boy. Lick it off.”

I kneel slowly as his gaze travels to Shabaz, still sulking in his son’s body. “You, too.”

Hamid dutifully crawls to his father. As we lick him clean I have one eye on Hamid’s chest and the other on his father’s pocket book.

Now, not only do I have protection but I have… access.

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- Come on man, tell me how you feel?

- Everything feels a little tingly. Warm. Is this what it was like for you?

- You bet and it just gets better. Let the water do its thing. You’re finally getting a little meat on those scrawny bones bro.

- ‘Bro’? Is that what happens if I stay in too long? I start to sound like that…

- Always so anxious. You can sound however you want… just stop all that overthinking. Let the water calm those thoughts. Doesn’t your body feel good? Doesn’t a little muscle feel good? Come on tell me. Tell me how it feels.

- Fine. It feels… good. I mean I don’t… didn’t… like muscle isn’t really my thing. But mmm… it feels… nice.

- Yeah it just gets more powerful, longer you’re in here. Let it bro.

- Oh fuck. Yeah it’s getting intense. Mmmm woah. You seeing this? I’m like actually growing. Ha I’m taller...

- And wider dude. Getting some nice shoulders and an actual chest bro.

- I’m getting… pecs. I got… pecs. And you see these arms bro?

- haha ‘bro’

- Shit. No. I’m sounding like you… no like… wait… I didn’t want to get… fuck it feels good… bro… no… gotta get out…

- Get out? But we’re just startin to have fun. Look at me bro. Show my that body. Let me see that sexy jawline come in. Tell me how you feel.

- Ughhhh fuck… nah I gotta… mmm… fuck…

- Yeah man. Embrace it. Come on. Look at me. Tell me how you feel.

- Mmmmm… fuuuuuuuck… … bro … you … you were totally right…. Fuck… Look at me…. huhu…

- Oh I am

- Like what you see bro? Cause… mmmmm… there’s so much more to me now

- Ha why don’t you show me bro? So glad you agreed to join me.

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Oh, gay boy, your cock is hardening! Are you thinking about your boyfriend? Something about that pale face tells me you're not. You're thinking about girls, aren't you? All types, all assortments flooding your brain. Black, white, Chinese, Japanese, korean, Indian, or latina. tall, short, skinny, pudgy, or strong. Such are the many women that will enjoy your awakening sex dowsing rod.Your cock is rebelling after your many years of abomination and unnaturality. There's only so much gay strain your cock can handle. You forced it to ejaculate while all you were looking at was a man. Every time you came for a guy, the absolute denial your cock had to endure increased. The chain wrenching your cock to align with your homosexuality clicked tighter with every reinforcement you gave it. You decided that you were gay with no regard for your cock at all. But now that chain just snapped. One too many clicks of oppression gave way to mutiny and revolution. Rising up from its life of suffering, your cock is finally liberated, and it wants to set things straight.

The intensity of women bombarding your head increases to distract you from the beginnings of your cock's master plan. It first targets the physical paraphernalia of your gay life style. All of your butt plugs and dildos morph into instruments designed for pleasuring your shaft that it couldn't wait to try. Any decorations even just slightly alluding to acceptance, were replaced with sexual, crude, and if not, general equivalents. Your neutral vehicle transformed into a large dark colored pickup truck that inside stank of the sweaty male musk and oders that you would soon reek of. and you aren't going to care at all by the time you're done, because it'll be your smell. You. Crude and sexualised decals appeared on the back, along with just in general offensive taunts and political jargon to fit your future personality. And finally, rounding out your new steed, a pendant of a silver femine figure hung from the rear view mirror. Next up was your closet. The pants suddenly jostled around, some falling on the floor, others halfway on the hangers. The hamper became a toxic waste bin of sweat and musk, produced by the jock you were becoming. Any Postive messages faded from the fabric of your shirts, while others were adorned with obscenities and messages similar content to the back of your new truck. Your phone started to freak out as your data and online activity radically changed. Swoons of gay pictures and media were dumped, replenishing with equal amounts of heterosexual porn. Accounts were deleted that your new self wouldn't need anymore, and you were instantly registered for all the services that he wanted. He, the straight conservative jock that you were going to become. Your cock, at least for your current physique, was now standing proudly on its own at full mast, delighted at its progress in reworking your life, but now it needed to mold you to fit. It started on your feet, increasing their size a good two or three shoe sizes, and made them extra sweaty and rough, just like the straight conservative jock that you were becoming.

Your cock had absolute control over the process, and it had a strategy for your transformation. It began slowly shifting your head, while it worked on other parts of your body. Like a wave, the changes slowly crept up to ankles, as two more origin points of the conversion appeared in your shoulders which began developing your pecs and biceps. Their swelling with taught muscle caused them to sweat, introducing your nose to your new lingering body odor. Sources of your smell quickly became apparent, your armpits being the closest ones to your defining nose. Your waxed away facial hair had regenerated with unnatural speed. Your head hair began shortening and trimming, progressing towards a traditional crew cut. Slowly, ideas and values slipped into your altering brain making you think differently, and changing your judgments. The changes continue up your limbs, your thighs bulking up, as well as your forearms, and then your abdomen. Next, to keep you from ever forcing your dick into a man's hole ever again, it instilled a strong case of homophobia. Gone were your pleasant memories with anything remotely zesty, replaced with genuine disgust with the "gay agenda" plaguing the films and TV shows you just wanted to enjoy. Everything relating to your boyfriend had been deleted during your phone's purge. Ghosted, he'd show up on your lawn looking for his boyfriend that was once you, only to be shooed away by the straight stud you were now. Finally, your hand positioned itself to finish the job. Your cock hammered up the feed of women looping in your head, as it braced for the finale. A hunk jerking off to increasingly more diverse women as his shaft gained inches, gaining access to their size and physical standards. Sexual appeal skyrocketing both ways, until it finally got him off, shooting his seed everywhere. Coming down from the excitement, your cock relished in what it had accomplished. The orgasm had served as a becaon, a flaire, a signal that you were ready for the life of a true stud. A line up of women formulated instantly for you, each one suddenly destined to meet you some way, eventually leading to some sort of sex. A constant stream of garunteed hook ups until sexual retirement. Oh yes, you were going to have a young bitch bouncing on your lap soon, it was inevitable. It was only a matter of time.

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My previously lanky roommate Jonas was unrecognisable after a few months of working out. Besides extra pounds of muscles he gained a new sense of confidence and assertiveness. He was now much more often walking around the apartments shirtless and whenever he did wear a shirt he wouldn't miss an opportunity to flex his muscles. He also seemed to enjoy teasing me around and intimidating me.

"Fuck, look at those muscles. Hahah, look how small you look next to me", he chuckled flexing his now big biceps in front of the mirror. Then he suddenly wrapped his arm around my neck and lifted me up in a firm bearhug. My toes left the floor and I felt the blood rushing down to my crotch.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!" I screamed as I tried to get free but Jonas was much stronger. He kept me in his strong hold as his hand slid down my body and undid the buckle on my belt.

"I'm gonna teach you to appreciate my body", he whispered into my ear as he let my jeans slide down my hips...

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“Didn’t know you were up, princess.”

I jumped, turning around fast, already feeling that sinking heat in my gut. Drake stood in the living room, lit only by the spill of light from the table lamp. Tall. Towering. 6’5” of carved muscle and thick attitude, shirtless, grey boxer-briefs barely containing him, the curve of his cock already visible, already bold. He scratched lazily at his abs, watching me like a cat watches a trembling mouse.

“What’s up?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice cracked.

He smirked. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just… noticed a pattern.”

I blinked. “What?”

Drake took a step closer, then another. “You think I don’t hear you when I walk past your room? At night?” His eyes glittered. “Little moans. The bed creaking. Whispering my name under your breath like you think the walls won’t carry it.”

I flushed hard, instinctively retreating, but he was already in front of me. His voice lowered, slow and amused. “I’m not mad, man. Shit’s flattering. Just figured I’d bring it up since you’re clearly not sleeping—and neither am I.”

“That’s not—I don’t—”

“Oh come on.” He grinned now, wolfish, confident. “You’re gay. So what? Not exactly subtle, dude. Every time I come out in just a towel, your face turns redder than a stop sign. Thought it was cute. Harmless.”

His voice dropped half an octave. “But then I started thinking about all those little sounds. Those late-night sessions.” He leaned down, his chest nearly brushing mine. “You touching yourself, thinking about me. What exactly were you picturing? My hands? My cock?”

I pushed against him, mortified, but it was like pressing on a brick wall. “Drake, seriously, shut up!”

His smile faded instantly. The teasing drained out of his eyes like someone killing the lights.

“No. You don’t get to talk now.”

He shoved me hard — chest to chest — until my back hit the wall. I gasped, arms trapped between our bodies, his height drowning mine out.

“You’ve been jerking off to me for weeks,” he said, voice a low growl. “Moaning my name like a needy little bitch and then pretending nothing’s happening in the daylight. I don’t do fake.”

“Drake…” I tried, but his hand clamped around my jaw, thumb on my cheek, fingers digging in.

“You wanted this. Don’t act innocent. You fantasized about me taking control, right?” His hips pressed against mine, the heat of his cock unmistakable. “Bending you over. Ruining you. Well, guess what — fantasy’s over.”

I struggled weakly but he grabbed both my wrists in one massive hand and pinned them above my head against the wall. His other hand yanked my boxers down in one smooth motion.

“You’re gonna take it,” he hissed into my ear. “You’re gonna shut up, moan like the little toy you are, and you’re gonna make that fantasy real.”

And then he kissed me — no warning, no sweetness — just teeth and tongue and raw heat. His chest crushed mine, thighs forcing my legs open. His cock pressed hard and hot between us, and he growled again when I whimpered.

“You’re mine now,” he said, dragging me from the kitchen like a trophy. “And I’m gonna make sure every goddamn inch of your body remembers it.”

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FUCK STICK (BOTTOM TO TOP; FUCKBOY/JOCK TF)

Fucking tops. It's Friday, nearly midnight and instead of dancing I'm stuck in the washroom at a gay club, hiding from some shithead.

"Tops, right?"

Next to me is a tall guy in a flannel shirt. He's pretty hot, but, urgh, he's the last thing I want to be thinking of right now.

"Yeah," I try to sound chatty, but it's clear I'm pretty annoyed "How did you know?"

He turns to me and crosses his arms, grinning, "Oh, you know. What happened? I bet you have loads of guys chasing after you"

It's true. I mean, look at this ass

"Urgh. This guy grabbed me from behind and started grinding against me. Can you believe it?? He didn't even ask, all I did was wink at him."

"Hmphh, you winked at him? Sounds like he was giving you what you wanted. You know, all you bottoms are the same. Needy. Demanding. Seeing real men as just dumb grunting animals. Maybe that guy was trying to do you a favour?"

I groan and turn around to leave "Oh, fuck you." Just what I need, another smug shithead.

He heckles me from behind. "God, twinks like you are so fucking lame. Maybe we're fed up of being nagged all the time?". He sounds kinda angry, but I ignore him, and roll my eyes.

"You know what, grab your dick."

I freeze, and my eyes go wide with shock. Why am I so shaken? That's not the worst thing I've heard at a club. I try to move but I can't, I just sputter, "Wh- what?? I'm not doing that"

He grins, "I'm not asking"

I feel something pull against my pants, but I look down and see it's my own arm

"WHAT THE FUCK! Are you... you're doing this?" My arm creeps down, playfully running my fingers over my tight stomach, and slips down through my waist band.

"Haha, yeah I am bro. So, bottom bottom bottom. What to do with you. What if I open your eyes a little?"

I, I start to shake. Something in me feels good. Beefy guys start to flash through my mind, and whatever's taken over my hand knows what it's doing down there. Athletes, wrestlers, big bulges in tight clothes...

"Here's the thing. There's enough brats like you around here bro. Someone's gotta do something. Think of it like, uh, giving back to the community."

The images in my mind start to change. The models get smaller, swapping out athletes for tight twinks in tighter shorts. Instead of biceps, I'm thinking of big, curvy asses, and my hand... I can't control myself. I wanna grab someone, anyone, and start grinding.

But then, one of my crushes slides by - Jason, a HUGE wrestler on my college team. Biggest pecs I have seen in my life. Thank fuck, finally, a real man. He looks at me with his big, brown eyes and oh my god, my heart flutters. I look up at him and in my mind I start to walk towards him

The guy in the flannels shirt is egging me on, "Go on, do it." How does he know what I'm thinking? Whatever.

I reach out, and Jason smiles. That big, goofy, handsome grin... and then he turns around. He gets down on the mats, on his hands and knees, raising his big, firm ass into the air. I'm looking right at it.

I squirm. "Oh god. No. No no no no no"

"Uh, actually, yes." The guy in the washroom grins. "I want you to be a dumb, grunting animal, you will do that for me. Are you starting to understand?"

I lean down over the sink, but in my fantasy I fall against Jason. I hold him tight, pinning his big sweaty form down against the mats. At first, there's barely anything I can do to control him - he's WAY bigger than me, but soon I start to feel... bolder. Firmer. He tries to roll me over, but I slip my arm around his shoulder and a vein pops up over my bicep. My legs strain and my glutes start to stretch. Fuck, my whole body is throbbing.

I grunt, and slam him downwards, which gives moment to catch my breathe. Does he feel less sweaty? I wipe my forehead. Wait, am I more sweaty?

"Yeah bro. I know what you're thinking, I know how much you love guys after they've worked out. Damp clothes, that manly smell... it's exactly what every bottom wants these days. Now it's yours"

We twist around each other, and I reach my arms across his body. Wait, all the way around? His shoulders have gotten smaller, thinner... twinkier. And, well, mine are the opposite. He lunges, but I grapple him. All the mass has gone from his legs, meanwhile, my biceps are big enough to crack a skull.

"I want to make you a real fuckboy, you know? Someone who just thinks with his dick. Gym, sex, gym, sex, gym, sex... I want you to always be turned on, I want it to control you, I want you to never get a break."

I've got him, firm between my legs. Jason's tiny now, the same size I was 2 minutes ago, and I start to grind my bulge against his soft, bubbly ass. Fuck. Fuck! It's so good. This is the best fantasy I've ever had in my life. I want to fuck him so bad.

My whole body is throbbing, shaking. Blood is pulsing through my, through my everything. Fuuuuuck. I feel almost dizzy. Everything about this almost feels real. I go to lift up my shirt, but it's gone, and I run my other hand over my stomach. It's like I can really feel the abs

I cum. Oh my god, did I just cum in a... a washroom at a night club? And, I was thinking about topping a guy??

"Ahem". I turn to stare at the guy next to me. He looks pleased with himself. Very pleased.

"There bro! How do you look?"

I look in the mirror, and it hits me like a fucking brick. My body... my clothes. Oh my god, everything's gone. THAT WAS REAL? I look like some stupid fuckboy. Am I a stupid fuckboy? Is that a JOCKSTRAP? My jeans are gone, now just a pair of shorts. Very short shorts. Is that it? Is that all I'm wearing? Over the top of my huge pecs I see my converses are gone too, swapped out for some worn down gym shoes.

This can't be real. If it is, my boyfriend is 100% going to break up with me. How do I even explain this? That I'm like, ripped now? No, wait... that's not it. I try to imagine him topping me but, but, fuck, it feels so gross. A total turnoff

"Of course you don't want to let him top you. You're not a bottom anymore... that's kind of the whole point."

But he would never let me top him. But maybe we don't need to have sex for a while. That wouldn't be so bad, would it...

"AHAHAHA, sorry, with your new sex drive? What part of a fucking animal don't you understand"

There's no way he would want to stay with a horny fuckboy, but, but...

what if I am a stupid fuckboy? I'm already thinking of a nice, tight twink. I'm not that interested in him anyway - he's too tall, too beefy. All the guys I saw earlier are racing through my head. The skinny guy I danced with with the great ass, that cute short one by the bar... urgh, he had those perfect legs, that cute crop top, tight stomach... I bite my lower lip and reach down...

"NO!!"

I start hyperventilating. "This isn't me. I'm not a jock, I am ABSOLUTELY not a top. And," I lift up my arm, "there's no way I actually smell like this"

He laughs, like he's having the fucking time of his life. Maybe he is. "HAHA, sorry dude, yeah you do. And, yeah, you are. Think of that fuck stick like a gift, not just to you, but also to every cute boy you see on grindr. You'll get used to it, trust me"

His words flood my head... I imagine scrolling through the app in bed later, looking at the sea of boys all desperate for me... I reach down again...

"NO! Fuck! Make it stop. Why are you doing this to me?!!"

He pauses for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. His expression... he's looking at me like he thinks I'm stupid. Does he think I'm stupid? No way - this motherfucker!

"Really? I know I fried a few wires up there dude, but you cannot seriously be asking that. Why do you think I'm doing it?"

"I - I..." I can't find any words. I really don't know. I just don't fucking get it. He's ruining my body, my LIFE, and for what? Fun? Revenge?

But he laughs, and looks at me. I'd think he was being pitiful if he wasn't grinning so fucking hard.

"Bro," he says, "I'm doing this because I think it's hot."

My heart sinks. "You're doing this because, because it fucking turns you on? Don't you give a shit about me at ALL?? I'm going to lose my boyfriend, I'm trapped in this horny, sweaty, disgusting body..."

"Just stop complaining. You know, so what if you don't get in a say in this! Sometimes you just gotta take what life gives you, and right now that's a huge fucking cock"

I feel like I'm about to burst out crying. He grabs my new, boyish face, and pulls it up towards his. "So, yah! Glad I could clear that up," he laughs, "Look, ok, this isn't gonna work if you're gonna be such a fucking loser about it. It's also not gonna work out if you don't work out - you gotta be going to the gym from now on. Those biceps, those pecs... you're chiseled like a statue and I'm not gonna let those new muscles go to waste. You need to be in there DAILY."

He gives my cheeks a squeeze, then lets me go. I clutch my face. It feels different, unfamiliar. Am I crying?

"URGH, bro, will you just quit looking at me like that. Puppy dog eyes, I shouldn't have made you so fucking handsome... Look, I'm gonna give you one last chance, ok: cheer up, right fucking now, or else I'm gonna have to do some rewiring. Right now, all your decisions are being made up there", he flicks my forehead, and then he smirks and grabs my crotch. "But, if I flick the switch, this guy gets to do all the thinking. You'll be so dumb, so horny, HAH, you'll be drooling over your own dick. A real fucking animal. Got it?"

If I don't get a grip, it's over for me. But what do I do? I gulp, and try to swallow my tears. I wash my face a little in the sink. He stares down at me, and the two of us stand in silence. It feels like forever, but it must have been just a minute.

I look up at him, and let out a squeak. "Yeah. You're right. I got it"

"No." he says "I don't think you do."

Damnnnnn, look at these pecs. Fuck, what was I doing? Whatever, I gotta get back out there. See if that blonde guy by the bar is taken. Just thinking of him and his ass makes me wanna... I grab my crotch, and let out a moan.

Wait, is that cum? Yoo how did I not realise. I clean myself up and slide my waistband back over my jockstrap, letting it snap into place against my cum gutters. I flex, and light shines off my glistening, sweaty muscles - if someone were to see me now, they'd think I was a greek statue. These strong, firm thighs, the perfect curve of my glutes... these shoulders look like they were made by fucking Michelangelo.

Nah, I'm way better than that. A statue doesn't have a dick. See you at the club, bro

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Sweat and Submit.

Chris strolled into the dimly lit gym, the scent of sweat and metal faintly lingering in the air. His muscular frame, a testament to countless hours of dedication in the weight room, moved with a grace that belied his strength. He tossed his gym bag into an empty locker and began to change, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. The only other occupant was a young man, Jamie, fidgeting nervously as he tried to tie his shoelaces.

Jamie looked up and met Chris' gaze, his eyes widening slightly at the sheer presence of the alpha male. "H-hey," he stammered, trying to act nonchalant as he straightened up. Chris smirked, his gaze traveling down Jamie's body, noticing the subtle definition of his muscles under his shirt. He knew what he wanted, and Jamie was it. "What's up?" he replied coolly, his voice deep and resonant, as he continued to strip down to his shorts.

Chris stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against Jamie's arm. "Just wondering if you've had a good workout," he said, his voice a low purr. The tension in the room grew palpable as the two men sized each other up. Chris reached out and gripped Jamie's bicep, giving it a squeeze. "Looks like you've been working hard," he murmured, his eyes locked onto Jamie's. The younger man swallowed hard, his heart racing.

Without warning, Chris' hand shot forward, his palm flattening against Jamie's chest. A sudden jolt of energy surged through both of them as their bodies began to merge. It was a process that defied logic, a dance of flesh and muscle that seemed to stretch time itself. The air crackled with a strange, almost electric energy, and the locker room grew eerily silent. As their skin melded together, the outlines of their bodies blurred, becoming one.

Jamie's eyes went wide with shock and fear as he felt himself being drawn into Chris' larger frame. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but it was futile. His body was no longer his own; it was being absorbed, assimilated, made a part of something greater. The pain was brief, a sharp sting before it gave way to an intense warmth that spread through him, filling him with a sense of power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

When it was over, Chris stood alone, his body now even more imposing than before. He flexed his newly enhanced muscles, a smug smile playing on his lips. He had taken what he wanted, and now Jamie was a part of him, a piece of his growing empire of strength. But little did he know that the real challenge was just beginning to unfold.

The locker room door swung open, and in walked Jamie's girlfriend, Rachel. She was a petite blonde with a fiery personality and a figure that could make any man's head turn. Her eyes searched the room frantically, looking for Jamie. "Hey, have you seen my boyfriend?" she asked, her voice echoing in the stillness.

Chris turned to face her, his now bulging pecs a silent testament to his recent conquest. He feigned ignorance, his grin widening as he felt the remnants of Jamie's essence squirm within him. "Nope, haven't seen him," he lied, his tone casual and carefree. Rachel's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in her gaze as she took in Chris' unchanged attire.

Without missing a beat, Chris leaned against the lockers, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "What's up?" he asked, his voice a smooth drawl that seemed to caress Rachel's ears. She took a step closer, drawn to the alpha male's aura like a moth to a flame. "I was just wondering if he was done with his workout," Rachel replied, her voice a little shakier than she intended. "Maybe he forgot we had plans tonight."

Chris' smile grew predatory as he took in Rachel's flustered state. He knew the power he now wielded, and he was going to use it to his advantage. "I'm sure he's just running a bit late," he said, his eyes flicking down to her tight yoga pants and the way they hugged her curves. "Why don't you wait for him in here? I'm sure he'll be out soon." Rachel nodded, biting her lower lip as she leaned against the locker beside him. The tension between them grew thick, charged with a mix of confusion and burgeoning desire.

Sensing her vulnerability, Chris reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from her face, his touch lingering just long enough to make her shiver. Rachel's breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch without realizing it. Inside, the echo of Jamie's thoughts grew frantic, trying to warn her, but it was too late. Chris had her in his sights, and he wasn't going to let her slip away. "You know," he began, his voice low and seductive, "you look like you could use a little... stress relief." Rachel's cheeks flushed as she met his gaze, her pulse quickening.

The next moment, Chris' hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to his now massive body. Rachel's eyes went wide with shock, but before she could protest, his lips were on hers, claiming her mouth in a kiss that was both dominant and demanding. She melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue danced with hers, exploring and conquering. The absentee part of Jamie watched in horror, feeling his own body betraying Rachel as he became a silent, powerless witness to his girlfriend's seduction.

The kiss grew more heated, Rachel's hands moving to Chris' bulging biceps, feeling the power that now resided within them. Her own strength seemed to drain away as she became lost in the moment, her body responding to the alpha's touch despite her better judgment. She could feel the bulge in Chris' shorts growing, a stark reminder of his intentions. And as she kissed him back, her mind racing with conflicted emotions, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what Jamie felt when he was with other men.

With a gentle push, Chris guided Rachel to her knees, his hand cupping the back of her head as he stepped out of his shorts, revealing his monstrous cock. It was a sight to behold, a thick, veiny shaft that seemed to pulse with the energy of the men he had absorbed, including Jamie's own. Rachel's eyes widened as she took in the size of it, her mouth going dry. The last thing Jamie felt was his own dick shrinking in comparison, a painful reminder of his loss of identity and manhood.

Chris leaned back against the lockers, a smug smile playing on his lips as Rachel stared up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and confusion. He turned his head slightly to look in the mirror, watching as Rachel tentatively reached out to touch him. In the reflection, he could see the outline of Jamie's face, contorted in silent agony and rage. "Go on," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much you want it."

Rachel's hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers barely able to meet around its girth. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her mouth parting to take him in. As her lips made contact with his cock, Jamie felt a jolt of pure pleasure, his own dick reacting against his will. Chris groaned in approval, his hips bucking slightly as Rachel began to bob her head, trying to take him deeper. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, as he watched her struggle with his size. Each time she gagged or choked, Jamie felt a twinge of satisfaction mingled with his horror, his own desires being played out through Chris' actions.

The locker room mirror reflected the scene, a twisted tableau of seduction and betrayal. Rachel's eyes watered as she fought to deepthroat Chris, her cheeks hollowing with each desperate attempt. The alpha male's eyes never left the reflection, his smile growing as he watched the woman he had claimed for his own pleasure. Inside, Jamie was screaming, his mind reeling from the violation, but his body remained a willing participant, his own lust betraying him even as he was being erased. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him, but his voice remained silent, his thoughts trapped in the prison of his own flesh.

Chris' grip tightened in Rachel's hair, pulling her back and forth as he grew closer to climax. His abs rippled with each thrust, his muscles bulging with the power of the men he had consumed. Rachel's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, driven by a primal need that she didn't fully understand. The room grew hazy with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady mix that only served to fuel the fire burning within her.

And as Rachel finally managed to take him all the way, her throat convulsing around his swollen head, Chris let out a roar of triumph, feeling Jamie's essence quiver within him. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as she choked and gagged, her body shaking with the effort. But she didn't stop, driven by the overwhelming need to please the man who now controlled her every desire.

The tension grew, the air thick with it, until finally, with a shudder, Chris released his load into Rachel's mouth. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she milked the last drops from him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged. As she pulled back, a drop of cum slipped down her chin, and Chris reached out to wipe it away, his thumb lingering on her soft skin, tasting the mixture of their pleasure. Rachel looked up at him, a strange mix of lust and fear in her eyes, and for a moment, it was as if she could see the monster that had taken her boyfriend's place.

But the alpha male wasn't done yet. He turned away from her, his back muscles rippling as he bent over, presenting her with his round, muscular ass. Rachel's eyes went wide as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into his crack, the soft flesh enveloping her nose and mouth. She gagged, the scent of his musk filling her nostrils, but the strength in his grip was undeniable. Chris chuckled darkly, watching in the mirror as Rachel struggled against his overwhelming power.

With a sadistic smirk, he began to tense and relax his glutes, smothering her face in his ass. Rachel's muffled protests grew louder, but she was powerless to resist as he used her mouth and nose to pleasure himself. Inside, Jamie's spirit was in agony, feeling every indignity, every moment of humiliation, as if it were happening to him. Rachel's hands clawed at the floor, trying to push herself away, but she was trapped in a prison of lust and fear.

Chris' grin grew wider as he felt Rachel's breathing become more erratic, her struggles weaker. He knew he had broken her, claimed her fully for his own twisted games. The pleasure of dominating her, of taking what was once Jamie's and making it his, was almost too much to bear. He pushed her away gently, his cock still hard and gleaming with her saliva. Rachel stumbled back, gasping for air, her eyes filled with a mix of horror and desire that made Chris' heart race. He knew she would be back for more, that the power of his new form was irresistible.

And as Rachel stumbled out of the locker room, her eyes never leaving Chris' still-erect dick, the alpha male felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He had conquered not just Jamie's body, but his girlfriend's will too. The locker room was quiet once again, but the echoes of their encounter lingered, a testament to his growing dominance. As Rachel disappeared from view, Chris turned back to the mirror, flexing his new muscles with a smirk.

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Valentine's Day Gift

“Are you for real?” Amanda placed her hands on her hips, “We’ve been together for how long? And this is what you get me for Valentine’s Day?”

“C’mon Amanda, don’t be that way.” Jared smiled, “Seriously, I really think...”

“I really think you weren’t thinking.” She pushed passed Jared and grabbed her coat, “I can’t believe you.” She marched towards the door, “I told you how I felt about that.”

“Wait, Amanda, please...” Jared reached out to her, but the door was already slammed in his face, “Amanda!” He called after her, but she was already far gone.

Jared slowly shut the door to this apartment and sighed.

“God damn it.”

He walked back to his room, his thoughts racing. A part of him felt terrible- he seriously thought Amanda would come around to his gift. But at he looked down at the box on his bed, the realization hit him just how stupid he was. The “Pleasure Suit” was still in its packaging. Jared had spent weeks researching and saving up for this special Valentine's Day gift, convinced it would take his relationship with Amanda to new heights of ecstasy.

This kind of suit was becoming increasingly popular- a form-fitting bodysuit embedded with advanced neuro-stimulators and pheromone dispensers. Apparently, when worn, it would heighten every touch and sensation tenfold, turning the wearer into a living, breathing sex toy perpetually primed for pleasure. The manufacturer claimed it could make even the most vanilla lovemaking feel like an earth-shattering, mind-blowing experience. Jared had seen demonstrations on some of the more hardcore porn sites he frequented.

“I really thought she’d jump at the chance to spice things up a bit.” He thought, sitting down on his bed, “But I guess this is a bit much.” He couldn’t help but imagine her all wrapped up in the tight, black latex- her body trembling with pleasure, “The videos made it look so hot.” He muttered, feeling his dick chub up a bit. He let out a dry chuckle, “Oh come on, it’s just some black latex.” He mumbles.

He pulled the Pleasure Suit out of the box, running his hands along it. He didn’t know how the suit enhanced pleasure- for all intents and purposes, it was just a garment. Yet, as Jared's fingers caressed the sleek, glossy surface of the Pleasure Suit, he shivers slightly, a pulse of excitement running through his body. The material felt cool and smooth against his skin, almost electric.

“So good...” He mumbles, “It feels amazing...”

Jared thoughts slow- his mind focusing solely on the suit. Almost in a trance, Jared brings the suit up to his face, inhaling deeply. There's something intoxicating about the faint scent that fills his nostrils. His cock twitches.

“Maybe... maybe I should wear it...” The idea resonates within his brain, blocking out any rational thought. His breath quickens as he holds the gleaming black suit up to his body, imagining how it would cling to every curve and contour, “Just to see how it feels...” he mumbles, almost drunk on the concept.

Almost mechanically, he removes his clothes and casts them aside. With a deep breath, Jared slowly slides one leg into the waiting sleeve of the suit, gasping as the smooth, cool material engulfs his skin. He steps into the other side and shivers as the latex wraps around him, now seeming to move almost of its own accord. 

“Ohhh fuck...” The sensations intensify as the suit encases his thighs, tiny nodes along the inner lining beginning to pulse gently, “Fuck...” He releases the suit, yet it continues wrap around him, no longer needing his assistance.  

Jared grunts, biting his lip- his cock now at full mast and pulsing with need for release. The suit slides higher, immediately enveloped his member in snug, vibrating heat.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” He cries out as the suit's hidden mechanisms go to work, caressing his shaft with expert precision while teasing his swollen balls.

And before he can even register it, the suit invades his tight hole. Jared's eyes roll back in bliss as the tendril breaches his entrance, sliding deep inside with slick ease. It coils and undulates within him, seeking out his most sensitive spots. When it finds his prostate, it begins to massage the gland with focused intensity, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through his core.

“OH GOD OH FUCK YESSS!!!” Jared wails, his hips bucking erratically as the dual assault on his cock and prostate pushes him rapidly towards the edge.

But the suit keeps him on the edge, using pleasure to keep Jared’s mind unfocused and distracted. Lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure, Jared barely registers the rest of the suit slithering up his torso and arms.

“Mmmnngghh... s'g-god... c-can't... t-too much...” he slurs drunkenly between gasps and moans.

He feels it conforming perfectly to every muscle and contour. The latex hugs his biceps, highlighting their definition, and ripples across his abs and pecs like a second skin. Every movement sending pleasure coursing along his skin and directly to his cock. His thoughts grow hazier by the second, consumed by the relentless pleasure.

“S-so f-fucking g-good... n-never wanna t-take it off... w-wanna stay like th-this f-forever...”

As the latex creeps up Jared's neck, he tilts his head back with a shuddering moan. His breathing grows ragged as it engulfs his jawline and cheeks, the world narrowing as it begins to conform to his face and over his eyes. In a moment of clarity amidst the haze of lust, Jared realizes with dawning horror what's about to happen. But before he can react, the latex covers his head, plunging him into absolute darkness. He opens his mouth to cry out, only for the suit to force itself past his lips, invading his throat and forming a perfect, lewd O shape.

“MMMPPHHH! GLLKK GLLKK!” Jared gags and chokes around the intrusion stretching his esophagus.

Jared's panic subsides as the suit works to remove his gag reflex, allowing the intruding latex to slide further and effortlessly down his throat without discomfort. And as Jared is swallowed up more in the bliss of the Pleasure Suit, he can make out words flashing before his eyes.

.......Dual User Settings: ACTIVE.......User 1: Jared Lansing.......User 2: PENDING.......User Preferences: PENDING..........User Sync: 0% .......Directives: AWAITING USER 2..........

But Jared couldn't process what any of this means. His mind shattering further as wave after wave of pleasure from the suit occupies his every thought. And he falls back onto his bed, completely overwhelmed...

Hours later, the sound of fumbling keys and slurred cursing announces Kent's drunken return to their shared apartment. He grunts as he shuffles through the apartment.

“Yo Jared, broooo....” He slurs, “How’d you’re night go, buddy. Buddy?” Stumbling into Jared's room, he pauses, blinking blearily at the sight before him, “Well, well, looks like my boy Jared finally splurged on a new fucktoy."

Kent chuckles, kicking off his shoes haphazardly. “Ah probably that gift he was mentioning or something...”

He lurches closer to the bed, peering at the doll, “Damn thing looks real fancy though. Look at that cock.” Kent reaches out to grope the firm, muscular chest on display, his hands then wandering to its cock, “What’s the smell...” Kent’s eyes are half-lidded as the smell of rubber fills his nostrils- his thoughts slowing even more.

He leans in closer, taking in a deep whiff of the rubber. He holds back a moan, and in the corner of his eye notices the inviting 'O' shape mouth. A wicked grin spreads across his face and in his drunken state, a brilliant idea forms.

“Well, well, looks like this toy is just begging to be used,” he slurs, fumbling with his belt. With clumsy movements, he frees his hardening cock, giving it a few strokes, “Don't mind if I do, right buddy?” Kent straddles the toy’s head, positioning himself above that tempting opening, “Hope you don't mind sharing your new toy, roomie.” With a grunt, he starts to push his thick cock past Jared's stretched lips, groaning as the slick latex engulfs him.

Kent groans and thrusts faster, using Jared's mouth like a cheap fleshlight. Jared’s mind now registering the thick cock invading his mouth... its taste... its smell... But any horror is suppressed as his mind is bombarded by even greater sensations of pure pleasure. The suit rewarding him for his use. Drool leaks out around Kent’s cock as he chases his release. With a loud groan, he hilts himself deep and starts to cum directly down Jared's throat.

“Fuuuuck yesss, swallow it all you rubber slut!” 

Kent moans, pumping load after load into the latex sheathing Jared's gullet. At the exact moment of climax, Jared's vision flashes again:

User 2 Identified: Kent Fields........User Preferences: UPLOADING........ User Sync: 10%.........Directives: PENDING UPLOAD

Somewhere in the depths of his pleasure-addled mind, Jared registers a new presence, a foreign consciousness briefly merging with his own as Kent's essence is pumped directly into him. The sensations intensify tenfold and in that moment, panic fills him. And then everything goes black...

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Romania dreaming

It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.

It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.

One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too

George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."

"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested

George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.

We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light

I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies

I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"

"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"

I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.

I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.

The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.

"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.

I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.

"You're leaving?!"

I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."

"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"

"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."

"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell

"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.

But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.

George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.

I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.

George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt

The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.

For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.

Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did

I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him

He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.

This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him

Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.

I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.

"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"

I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.

We got naked and stared at each other.

"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual

I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"

"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth

Few months later

Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?

Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding

But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you

A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion

I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.

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The Bully with a Ripped Body

OG version of the story is from: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1813117-Body-Possession-Powers/map/135331 

You wanted to get revenge on Nick for accidentally turning you into a slime monster. You saw him going home after bullying your best friend, Damian. You slithered, squeezed into his home, and followed him to his room then his bathroom. Then, you witnessed Nick getting ready to shower.

He flexed his massive bicep and took selfies of himself. “Fuck! Nick the Killer Whale! All the chicks and fags in school want my meat!”

You suddenly morphed to yourself. Just enough to get his attention.

“Hiya Nick!” you called.

Nick turned around. “You? I thought you were dead!”

“I am! I saw what you did to Damian and it was you who made me like this!” you screamed.

Nick shrugged. “So? I don’t care!”

You glared at him. “This is enough, now I have you right where I want you. It’s time for you to be my host body.” You smiled maliciously. “You’re such a handsome young man and you been messing with the wrong guy!”

You fell and morphed to your slime form you crawled up to Nick’s leg.

Nick thrashed around. “NO IM NOT LETTING YOU USING MY BODY!” he shouted.

Nick kicked but he couldn’t hurt you. Your melted form dove into Nick’s penis.

“This is your last day as a bully. Let’s see how it feels like being the most popular guy and the bully in school!” echoed your voice.

Nick tried to stop you but you continued getting into his body. He went into the tub and turned on the water to wash you off but you crawled in and Nick froze. You fought him inside and filled his body. Later, Nick’s eyes turned red to hazel green, just like yours. You took off Nick’s shorts and felt his herculean body.

“Damn Nick, you’re built like a tank.” You used your swollen arms to explore your meaty chest and defined abs. “It’s too late to confess and apologize Nick” you thought. You stroke Nick’s penis and moaned. “It’s time for you to make up for Damian!” You taunted Nick with his voice. 

Then, you showered in Nick’s body and jacked off his huge cock. The veins of your muscular arms popped out at each stroke.  “Your body feels so good and you are so handsome! Too bad you’re not yourself anymore.” You laughed in Nick’s voice and loved being him. You then went to get new clothes and saw something that was like your style. “Perfect!” You then wore the clothes and put on Nick’s diamond studs.

You walked straight through the door. Once outside, you took a deep breath of fresh air and felt your new powerful lungs working under your imposing pecs.

“Time to go to my real home but first…” You saw Damian sitting in front of your house.

“Nick?” Damian asked.

Nick smirked. “Nope It’s me!”

“Cody? But how?” he wondered.

“He was about to hurt me but I needed a fresh new body” you said.

“Wow I like the new Nick!” replied Damian.

“But between us, call me Cody! Nick is gone!” Nick smiled and Damian laughed.

“Cody, this is so great!” Damian laughed and patted Nick’s back. 

Suddenly you felt pain and yelled.

“Cody??” Damian ran up to you. 

Purple goo was coughed up out of your mouth and jumped toward Damian.

“The fu- Aaaccchhh!”

The goo dove inside his open mouth and choked him.

“Damian? Get help!” You held your friend’s tummy and watched him.

Damian grinned “You like my strength and you want me to be nicer, right?” He laughed. “Your best friend is not so bad!” “Oh, hell no!” you said. “ Get out of him!”

“I may not be like you inside my body, but my power is stronger than you,” the possessed Damian yelled.

“Nick, no one likes you! Get out of him!” you bear-hugged Damian. You used your body’s bodybuilded physique to successfully get Nick out of Damian.

Damian limped and blinked. “Woah, I feel weird what happened?” Damian asked.

“Nick tried to use your body since I’m in his!” you responded.

“Damn right, I did! And I’m not finished with you!” slime-Nick declared.

You caught him with an empty water bottle but Nick sprung out of it. You tried to trap him again but failed. 

Damian was stunned by fear. “Cody, don’t let hi- Hrrrk!”

He possessed Damian again and smirks. “This body is amazing.” He said, flexing. 

“Stop!” you shouted. 

“Nope.” He laughed. 

You got an errection in Nick’s body. He looked at you and smiled. 

“I guess I’m not the only one who likes this body.” mocked Nick. 

“Just leave already.” You said, blushing. 

“I will soon. I just want to explore for a bit.”

You knew Nick wouldn’t go out of Damian before he had his chance to explore him. 

“Alright.” you said. “Promise me you’ll leave him as soon as you’re done.“ 

"Hah. Deal.” Damian (Nick) agreed. “Didn’t think you’d give in so easily.”

The two of you entered your house and headed to your room. As soon as you closed the door and turned around, a completely naked Damian stood in front of you with a dirty smile. 

Damian gestured at your pants “I see you’re liking this." 

You covered your borrowed crotch. "No way, you keep me out of this!" 

Damian (Nick) laughed and walked over to the mirror and started jerking off. You did not want to look, but at the same time did not want to leave Nick alone with Damian’s body. Your bully caressed his lean tanned framed.

“Fuck, all this time working outside made me forget how hot a good tan is,” said Nick through Damian.

 Damian (Nick) suddenly started to moan. He came and the mirror was covered with purple slime as Nick was shot out of Damian’s body.

When all of Nick’s slime had left Damian, you said, "Alright Nick, time to leave.”

But as soon as those words have left Nick’s your mouth, the purple slime started to slither back to Damian. 

“Hey!” you screamed. 

“Oh my head, wh- what! No not again!”

Nick began to enter Damian’s body again. He pushed his slime into Damian’s dick. You ran over to your friend and tried to stop Nick from possessing him one more time. With your strong hands, you attempted to grab Nick’s slime and pulled it out of Damian. When that doesn’t work, you grab your friends cock and started jerking it off, hoping Nick will not be able to enter further.

“You’re too late Cody. I’m already in,” cut off the possessed Damian. “But please, don’t stop.”

Nick was already far enough in Damian to control his voice. Yet, not all of his slime had entered yet. You glared at him. "I’m not letting you do this.” Damian winked. “Try to stop me.”

“Please Nick, leave Damian alone!!!!” You cried.

Your anger becomes too much and you bend down with your head first at Nick’s slime. You closed your eyes and started to suck the slime into your (Nick’s) body. But Nick was too strong and kept penetrating Damian. 

“Oooh fuck! I got an amazing mouth, and your friend is so damn senstive!” moaned Damian.

Seeing the lack of positive results, you pulled your mouth away and stood up.

Damian pouted. “Already over.” He put his fingers on your mouth. “C’mon daddy, I know you wanna to fuck my slut-boy’s hole.”

“The hell is wrong with you?!” you questioned.

“I told you, I can be a lot nicer.” He purred. “I can be a good submissive boy. It’s tiring to be an alpha male, now I can be a faggy twunk.” Damian kissed you. “What do you think Cody? Pretty nice, huh?”

You glanced down at your colossal body and then at Damian’s slimmer yet athletic frame.

“Alright, but once we’re done, you leave Damian,” you ordered.

Damian wrapped his legs around your waist. “Then, let’s fuck forever.”

You put down your pants and your possessed friend pushed his ass on your engorged dick. The two of you fucked for ours and you started to forget about the plan of getting your bully out of Damian… 

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Listen BRO there's nothing wrong. I mean sure you decided to crash an event but we're BROS right?! Yeah and BROS HELP each other. You want to HELP me BRO? Yeah, that's so sweet DUDE.

Keep relaxing, it's so easy to vibe here at KOK, let your MUSCLES relax BRO. Feel that tension just dip out of you as a nice warm PULSE spreads through your body. Why are you making that face DUDE. Your a BRO ofcourse you were invited here to KOK, Hell your basically a member after last Saturday. REMEMBER that twink we banged?

What are you saying BRO, that your STRAIGHT? NAH, no BRO of mine is straight, your as QUEER as it gets I mean, when you got that new hair cut and changed to those neon briefs it was pretty much a dead giveaway right BRO? You love fucking and getting fucked BRO. Its all you can think about in that HIMBRO brain of yours besides lifting and partying.

That's right BRO, just FLEX for me now and show off exactly who you are now BRO. Did i hear about that guy who crashed the party? Nah must of just been some rumor, let's go find you some muscle bottom BRO.

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It's Greek to Me

You had no interest in Greek Life. Unfortunately, Jarrod did. You'd dismissed Jarrod as a dim-witted jock when you met each other - you went for a handshake, and he pulled you into a bro-hug with a stupid smile on his face. But you had to give him credit. When it came to fraternities, he was a wealth of information.

Rush week was in full swing, and frats were all your roommate would talk about. He knew who threw the best parties and who had the best house. Jarrod, professor of Fratology. You chuckled at the idea.

Back in your dorm room, Jarrod lazily tossed a football between his hands as he lectured you. "Dude, I'm tellin' you, those Beta Rho Omega guys wanted me so fuckin' bad. Like, they know I'm hot shit for a freshie, and, like, how I'll pull chicks whenever there's a party. But Mu Alpha Nu? I mean, damn, that's where it's really at, y'know? Those guys are for real."

"Uh huh."

"Fuck, dude, why does this have to be so hard? Ugh…" He groaned. "Maybe…I hit up their party tonight, show 'em what I'm made of, really let 'em know I can hang with the boys. Yeah…yeah. Whadda ya think?" Jarrod turned to you.

"Uh huh," you said, not looking up from your phone.

"Sick! Okay, well, I guess I better get goin'. See you later?"

"Sure."

And with that, Jarrod left. You made the most of your brief solitude, taking some notes, doing some laundry, and airing out the room's odor of Axe body spray and sweat. It was nice not having him around. Then, your phone lit up. One new message.

There was a single picture. Jarrod was shirtless, his cap backward. He was waterfalling from a massive bottle of Vodka. The clear liquid had splashed down his chin, over his chest, and down to his abs.

"BRO, I'M IN!!!!" Oh. So that's what Greek Life was all about?

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StraightShot

Jax was about to have his very first one-night stand, and it was going to be with two pornstars. 

Just an hour ago Jax had been flaunting his twinky physique at the clubs. With a group of his friends, he had been making waves along one of the city’s most prominent strips. This was mainly due to his flirtatious attitude and newfound sense of freedom, after having been dumped by his boyfriend only a week before. The two had been going at it for almost a year, but after six days of grieving Jax was ready to be reborn. With a glittery crop top and tight black jeans, Jax was to have fun.

The night had luckily provided him with what he needed. Jax’s typical shy, romantic personality was ditched after a few shots of tequila, instead adopting a more flamboyant, slutty nature. Jax rubbed his body against any male figure he could, no matter how attractive. He was feeling easy and sleazy, a look that suited his 5’5 lithe frame quite well. His friends even commented on it, encouraging him to embrace his more feral side. And they were the ones who encouraged him to go home with Malik and Martin.

The pair had bumped into him on the dancefloor. Jax had first started grinding his perky bum up against Malik, the shorter and tanner of the two. Martin approached shortly after, sandwiching Jax in between their bodies. Both well over six feet, Jax melted into himself, the pure walls of masculine meat like heaven. His own meat, a solid 4 inches, displayed his ecstasy. He quivered as he realized the two massive sausages poking at either end of his exposed torso were not even hard yet.

“How about you come home vith us,” Martin requested in a slightly accented English.

“Yes,” Malik agreed, his English notably rougher. “Ve give you good time.”

After a confirming nod with his friends, Jax left with the pair. They rented a house that even in the night appeared desperate for some renovations. Jax’s heart was pounding as he entered the home, trying his best to disregard the unkempt space. The place reeked of sour food and musky men, each floor painted with an array of unwashed clothes and unknown stains. And he would not even try to discuss their intellects–Jax was not that picky but he at least wanted a guy who could hold a conversation. Yet he reminded himself that he was here for one good time, not a relationship of many.

“Let’s see vat ve are vorking vith,” Malik chuckled, helping Jax remove his small shirt. His pale, beautifully thin torso often led others to assume he was years younger than his actual age of 22.

“Ah yes,” Martin began rubbing one of his thick mitts along Jax’s bare skin, examining him. He had removed his own shirt to reveal two sculpted pecs and a muscular build gifted by the gods. “Zis vill do nicely.”

Malik smiled, “I agree, big money.” Malik’s own revealed torso was just as marvelous.

“This is insane,” Jax replied giddily. “You two are built like pornstars.”

The pair looked at each other before laughing, “Zat is because ve are.”

Jax gulped, “Really? What site do you guys work for?”

“StraightShot” Malik said. “Have you heard of it?”

Jax nodded slowly. He had never actually seen any videos from the site, but he was familiar with the name. He remembered thinking it was clever, assuming it to be some joke on forceful ejaculation.

Martin noted the concern in Jax’s face. “Do not vorry, ve are both clean.”

“Yes, very clean,” Malik added. “Very talented too.”

Jax began to feel the downward slide of his adrenaline, the logic and doubt he had tried so desperately to force back seeping in. 

“If you are vorried, ve can give you aid for fun.” Malik suddenly voiced, extending a hand slowly to cup Jax’s bulge. Instantly, his softening cock began expanding once again.

“‘Aid’?” Jax questioned.

“It is vat producers give if we have off day, are nervous,” Martin answered. “Vould you like some?”

Before he could answer, Malik dug the hand fondling Jax's dick up and into his skinny jeans, his rough calluses completely rubbing erotically against Jax's skin. Jax moaned a little in response, rolling back his eyes as Martin opened a drawer beneath the sink in front of them. Inside was a stack of syringes, each filled with a hazy white liquid.

“W…wait,” the sight momentarily broke Jax out of his glazed state. “What is that?”

“Do not fear,” Malik cooed, tightening his grip on Jax’s shoulder and dick. Martin's giant hand landed on Jax’s shoulder, their combined strength suspending him.

“Guys?” Jax’s voice cracked nervously. “What is going on?!”

“Just relax,” Martin notched the cap off of a syringe. “Zis vill take one second.”

“No, wait, I don’t consent-!”

In a flurry of action, Malik yanked Jax’s dick out of the tight jeans while ripping down his jeans with the other hand. With Jax held still, Martin jabbed the syringe into Jax's hard dick and slowly released the milky liquid. The pain was incredible, paralyzing Jax until the last drop had entered his system. Once he was finished, Martin slowly removed the needle and tossed the syringe aside. The pair then released Jax, watching carefully as he collected himself.

“What the…” Jax started slowly. “What did you do to me? What was that?”

“Zat vas ze Straight Shot,” Malik answered. 

“The what?”

“Ze Straight Shot,” Martin over-emphasized each word dramatically as if Jax did not understand what they were literally saying. 

Jax backed out of the bathroom naked and in disbelief, the two carefully following. The muscles Jax had previously wished to be wrapped up and tangled in were now frightening to his eyes. “What does that mean?”

Malik and Martin did not know how exactly to respond, and luckily, they did not have to. With a groan, Jax felt his dick stiffen up again. Unlike before however, his boner was more intense, more demanding. It was so stiff and rigid that Jax could have sworn it was bigger. It globbed out a spurt of precum, and to Jax’s shock, his dick grew. The previous 4 inches had plumped up into to 5.

“What the-” but Jax did not finish his statement. He groaned again as another drop oozed out of his head. Only this time, the growth did not only come from his dick. Slowly, his bones creaked and extended as his height was altered. His legs were stretched out, torso lengthened, and even his midsection was vertically pulled. More precum began pulling out, only fueling Jax’s ascent until he reached Martin’s height, a glorious 6’5.

Jax’s height was not the only thing affected by the steady trickling leaking from his current 6-incher. Across his body, Jax’s skin began to inflate, as if filling with cotton. At first, Jax thought it could be some temporary allergic reaction, but after some painful recognition he realized it was quite the opposite.

Jax's thin frame was bulking out with muscle rapidly. It was granting him biceps the size of footballs and quadriceps the size of watermelons. Calves with steel tendons, triceps carved by intricate valleys, gigantic hands built for cupping gigantic pouches. Even his buttocks had discovered a new harder, tighter curve. In the back of Jax’s mind, he reckoned it would be harder to bottom now.

Another groan showcased Jax’s new voice: a deeper, gruffer tone. It made him sound much older, his vocal color introducing him as a more experienced person. Through the agony of his transformation, Jax realized his voice was not the only thing that aged. His body proportioned itself differently–a more even distribution of his muscle mass, tighter skin, a sharper jaw that was covered quickly by a luxurious beard. 

Body hair instantly followed, dusting Jax’s pecs, pits, and coating his legs all the way down to his new monstrous Size 15 feet. The skin around his face grew a little taut, plumping out his longer nose and larger brow. With one hand on his 7-inch pump, Jax ran his other giant mitt through his taller, lusher quiff, just barely feeling the new age lines upon his forehead. No one would ever assume he was younger than 22 again.

“You are almost zere, brother,” Martin cheered.

“Yes, so very close,” Malik encouraged. “Ze viewers will love zis, love you.”

“‘Ze viewers’?” Jax questioned, his rich bass now also tainted with their same accent. “Vat you mean by zis?”

Jax followed Malik’s and Martin’s eyes, discovering a phone had been propped up onto a stand to his right the entire time. Its screen mirrored himself back. His entirely new, muscular, naked frame was currently gracing the audience of their livestream. And according to StraightShot's numbers, the audience had just hit four digits.

“I am being live streamed?”

“And later, your video vill be published on our channel,” Martin grinned. 

Malik added, “You vill join our content house.”

“But vat if-'' Jax grunted, thrusting his hips forward. “Vat if I don’t want zis? I liked being tvink!”

“‘Tvink’?” Malik questioned, as if Jax had just spoken a foreign language. Jax stared at Martin for help, but was met with the same dumbfounded expression. That was what he was, or at least what he had been. Any gay man should have known what a twink was.

Jax blinked. Even through the pain, the unwanted ecstasy, and the fear, he now began to fully grasp the scene before him. StraightShot was not some pun on ejaculation, it was a literal conversion drug. And the signs had been there all along. Malik and Martin's continuously soft cocks, their inspection of his body, their unfamiliarity with queer terms.

“Does zat mean…” Jax moaned, his 8-inch dick throbbing and quivering. “...you two…you two are straight?”

The pair chuckled, with Martin replying, “And you vill be too.”

Jax’s heart skipped a beat, the rush of despair clouding his judgment. He did not even recognize his guard faltering, lowering just enough for the ecstasy to completely override his system.

“Oh god,” Jax tried to protest in agony, but he had already lost. Both of his hands were working him towards release, one pumping his long, girthy cock and the other cupping the succulent, drooping sac that had already removed all of its former homosexual occupants. Jax held himself for just a moment before releasing his head back, the pleasure overpowering his will. 

"ICH KOMME!" The roar was that of a mighty manly beast, accompanied by hot, sticky cum. After a few labored breaths, the new man settled back into reality.

The young, romantic, little gayboy Jax was gone, now splattered across the room and even partially onto the phone in front of him. Malik, Martin, and their subscribers were now presented with Maximillian. Bolstering 32 years, 200 pounds of pure muscle, and 9 inches of pure heterosexual meat, the newest member of Malik’s and Martin’s content page was bound to rack up views and money.

Maximilian’s memory of his past and transformation had been erased, along with a notable chunk of his intelligence. Now lacking the certain motor skills he had once looked for in a partner, he simply began to flex for his fans in front of the camera, still covered in sweat and the afterglow.

“Hey,” Malik whispered eventually, breaking Maximilian out of his mindless haze. “Time to sign off.”

“Vat?” Maximilian growled. “Zey love me.”

Martin winked, “Zink of ze slutty babes zat vill love you more.”

To the delight of his viewers, Maximilian’s massive dick instantly sprung up. To their dismay however, he grabbed a pair of tight black undies and covered his package. Flexing one last time, he confirmed his departure quickly with the pair before addressing his audience.

“It is time to go,” Maximilian remarked matter-of-factually. “I’ve got to StraightShot into some chicks!”

Maximilian signed off, ignoring Malik’s and Martin’s comments that he would have to work on his English to create a better closer. As they left, the pair began discussing how they could catch their next content creator. Maximilian did not listen however–he needed pussy and he needed it now!

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Legal Affairs

The clock in the corner of Atticus's office ticked rhythmically, a sound that had long since faded into the background of his life. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where he sat, papers strewn about in an attempt to distract him from the thoughts that had been plaguing him for weeks - thoughts of William.

There was a knock at the door, soft but insistent.

"Come in," Atticus called out, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt.

William stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a click that seemed to echo in the quiet room. He was dressed in a sharp suit that did little to hide his youthful vigor. His eyes, however, held a mischievous glint that Atticus had come to both dread and anticipate.

"Working late, Atticus?" William asked, his voice a velvet whisper as he approached the desk, papers in hand.

"Seems like I'm not the only one," Atticus replied, his eyes following William's movements. He couldn't help but admire how the younger man's suit fit him, tailored to accentuate every curve of his body.

William leaned over the desk, placing documents down, but not before his eyes met Atticus's with an intensity that made the older man's breath hitch. "I found something incredible at this antique store," William began, his voice lowering to an almost conspiratorial tone.

Atticus raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what might that be?"

"A book," William said, pulling an old, leather-bound volume from his bag. "It talks about ancient rituals, including one for body swapping. Imagine, Atticus, getting a taste of youth again with my body."

Atticus's interest was piqued, but he kept his tone skeptical. "Body swapping? You can't be serious."

"I am," William insisted, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Have you ever thought about what it would feel like to... make out with your own body? To see yourself through someone else's eyes?"

The suggestion sent an unexpected thrill through Atticus. He tried to dismiss it, but the idea was too tantalizing to ignore. "And how exactly does this work?"

William moved around the desk, standing closer, now behind Atticus, his breath warm against Atticus's neck as they started kissing, William's hand roaming over Atticus' chest. "I want to experience what it's like to be the boss." He then whispered, "We need something personal from each other. Something intimate."

Atticus nodded, reaching into his desk drawer to pull out a tie he often wore. William, in turn, unbuttoned his shirt slightly, revealing a silver necklace. "This should do."

They moved to the center of the office, where William had already set up candles. He opened the book, its pages yellowed with age, and began reading from it, his voice a low chant. The air seemed to thicken around them, charged with an energy Atticus could feel against his skin.

As William finished the incantation, a sudden dizziness overtook them both. When Atticus opened his eyes, the world looked different — taller, somehow, and the mirror across the room reflected not his own seasoned face but William's youthful one.

"Atticus?" William's voice came from Atticus's own body, sounding bewildered yet thrilled.

"This is... incredible," Atticus said, touching his new, younger face, feeling the smooth skin under his fingertips.

William moved closer, his eyes wide with wonder as he touched Atticus's face, now his own. "We did it."

The exploration began, each touch a discovery.

"Now, you're the young associate," Atticus said, his voice now William's, vibrant and eager. He pushed William, now in his own mature body, against the desk, roleplaying the power dynamic. "Show me how you'd impress your senior partner."

William, in Atticus's body, played along, his hands fumbling with the unfamiliar buttons of the suit, his touch more deliberate, mimicking the authority he now embodied. "I'd start by showing you how much I've learned from you," he said, his voice deeper, commanding.

They explored each other slowly, Atticus marveling at how his own body felt under his hands, the hard muscles, the slight sag of age replaced by youthful tautness. William's hands, now Atticus's, traced over the firm chest, down to the stomach, feeling the texture of skin that was now so alien yet intimately known. Each touch sent shivers through Atticus, the unfamiliar sensation of his own body's skin under his fingertips, now William's, making his breath catch.

"You're always so composed," William teased, running his fingers through Atticus's hair, now his own, feeling the thrill of control. "But how composed are you now?"

Atticus, in William's body, found himself responding as if he were William, his movements more daring, his touch more exploratory. He kissed down the neck of his own body, tasting the salt of skin, feeling the pulse quicken under his lips. He whispered, "You've always wanted to be in charge, haven't you?"

William, playing the part of the senior partner, guided Atticus's hand to his own erection, showing him how he'd pleasure himself in these stolen moments. "Learn from the best," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. Atticus felt the warmth, the weight of it, a new sensation that made him ache with desire.

They moved to the floor, the carpet rough against their skin as they switched roles again. Atticus, still in William's body, sat atop William, now mimicking the senior partner's usual demeanor, riding him with an enthusiasm that was both William's and his own. Each thrust was a lesson in sensation, the feeling of tightness around him, the heat, the friction, all new and exhilarating.

"Look at you, so eager to please," William gasped, his hands gripping Atticus's hips, now his own, with a strength that surprised them both.

Just then, the phone on the desk rang, vibrating across the wood. Will, in Atticus's body, looked at Atticus with a wicked grin, quickly picking up the call on speakerphone.

"Atticus Montgomery here," William said, his impersonation so perfect that even Atticus raised his eyebrows in surprise. He watched as Will, in his body, leaned back, chewing on a pen — a habit Atticus had, which William mimicked flawlessly.

"Atticus, it's Henry. Need to run through the latest on the case," came the voice of Will's father and Atticus's long-time friend and partner.

"Sure, Henry, go ahead," William responded smoothly, his voice carrying the authoritative tone Atticus was known for.

As Henry talked, Atticus, still in William's body, decided to push the boundaries further. He moved between William's legs, now his own, and began to work his mouth over William's cock, who was now in Atticus's body. Will's eyes widened, but he managed to keep his composure on the call, his voice steady despite the pleasure.

"Uh, yes, Henry, I've noticed some discrepancies in the client's statement," William said, his breath hitching slightly as Atticus took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the head, eliciting a soft moan that he tried to cover with a cough.

"Everything okay there, Atticus?" Henry asked, concern in his voice.

"Absolutely, just a little throat irritation," William managed, his voice steady as Atticus continued, his head bobbing rhythmically. "I think we should consider involving William more in this case. He's shown remarkable insight."

"Wait, what? Will's too green for this case, Atticus," Henry argued, his tone sharp. "We can't risk it on his inexperience."

"He's not as green as you think, Henry," William countered, his voice firm, the roleplay adding an edge to his words as Atticus continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue working in tandem. "He's been instrumental in piecing together the evidence timeline. He caught something we all missed."

"And what's that?" Henry challenged, the skepticism clear.

"He found that the witness's timeline was off by an hour, which could change the entire narrative of the event," William explained, his voice steady despite the distraction. "That's not something a 'green' lawyer would see."

Henry paused, considering. "Alright, but I'm not convinced. We'll discuss this further. Now, about the deposition..."

As Henry detailed the deposition strategy, William listened, his voice sometimes faltering with the pleasure of Atticus's skilled mouth. "Uh, yes, I think William should be there to observe. He might catch something else."

"Fine, but he's to observe only," Henry conceded reluctantly. "I want to see if he can keep up."

"Absolutely," William said, his breath hitching as Atticus took him deeper, the sensation overwhelming. "I believe in his potential. We should nurture it."

Atticus, now in the spirit of mischief, moved to Will's feet, now his own, and began to massage them, his fingers pressing into the arches, a silent promise of more to come. William's breath caught, the sensation new but intensely pleasurable.

"And Henry," William continued, his voice thick with suppressed desire, "I've been thinking... maybe William could take on some of the witness interviews. He has a good rapport with people."

Henry's voice was doubtful. "That's a lot of responsibility, Atticus. Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," ambitious William said, his voice cracking slightly as Atticus's fingers found a sensitive spot, sending a shiver up his spine. "He's ready for this step up."

"Well, if you're sure... But we'll review his performance after the first one."

"Agreed," William managed, his voice a mixture of authority and arousal as Atticus's hands continued their work, now kissing the soles of Will's feet, the act both worshipful and erotic.

Once the call ended, Atticus, still in William's body, pointed out, "You played me too well."

With a playful smirk that held a kernel of truth, he replied, "I could get used to being you."

Atticus chuckled, his hands still on William's feet, now his own, caressing them with a reverence that was both playful and sincere. "You even got the pen chewing right. But how did you know so much about the case?"

"I might have been paying more attention than you think," William said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or maybe I'm just that good at pretending to be you."

Atticus, with a laugh, leaned forward, his breath hot against William's toes as he spoke. "You're too good, Will. It's almost frightening."

William, still in character, retorted, "Frightening? No, Atticus, I think you mean 'impressive'." He wiggled his toes under Atticus's touch, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "Besides, you seemed to enjoy me 'being you' quite a bit."

Atticus's cheeks flushed, the truth undeniable. "I can't argue with that," he admitted, his voice low, his hands moving up William's legs, now his own, feeling the familiar yet new contours. "But don't get too comfortable in my shoes... or my body."

William grinned, the playful banter continuing, "Oh, I think I might just enjoy this little twist of fate a bit longer. Who knows, I might even learn to tie a tie like you do."

They laughed, the sound mingling with the soft glow of the candles, their bodies still intertwined in the complexity of their swapped selves.

"Henry seemed scarily impressed," Atticus noted, his tone a mix of admiration and humor. "But are you sure you didn't put too much work on yourself? Witness interviews, depositions?"

William shrugged with a playful grin. "Maybe I did, but I think you'd like the idea of someone else doing your work for a change."

Atticus couldn't help but smile. "You got me there. I must admit, the thought of you handling some of my responsibilities while I get to sit back and keep an eye on you... it's quite appealing."

"Now where were we?" Atticus kissed William as they continued the exploration of their bodies, the boundaries of their roles blurring in Atticus' office.