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something I'm absolutely fucking weak for is when dudes gain weight and in the process manage to look like 10 or 15 years older, like unnnnnnnghnf perfection, not that I don't love actual daddies but like there's an incredible allure to a guy who's pursuit of pleasure completely obliterated any chance he had of looking young and pretty🤤🤤

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don't call me a good boy or I'll get hard

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your sexuality has nothing to do with your biological responsibility

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I feel like "corrective rape" has just become synonymous with straight people converting queer people through non-con sex, but who says it can't be the other way around?

Where are all the lesbians raping their guy best friends into giving them baby bumps?

Where are all the faggots non-consesually pounding away at their female friends' cunts until their cum is dripping down their thighs like a river?

Where are all the queer people forcing others to turn them straight?

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okay girls repeat after me!!

i need cock🥰

i was built for cock💕

i am incomplete without cock☺️

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its so cute when boys get so horny and needy that they rub themselves through their pants or their boxers or whatever. awww poor little thing needs to get off so bad he'd rather make a mess of himself than waste time undressing

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Desperately need a girlfriend who understands that her body was made for me to cum in. She knows that she doesn’t need to be “in the mood” in order for her to be my cum receptacle. Of course I’d be considerate, and if she was busy I’d get myself most of the way there… only coming to find her when I’m ready to cum.

I’d interrupt whatever she was doing, “sorry babygirl, I just really need to cum”. She happily offers herself to me, because she knows that’s her place. She doesn’t mind stopping her task to flip up her skirt, or pull her pants down to her ankles for me. Cause she’d be way more upset if she found out I was shooting my seed into anything other than her.

Conversely, on her most fertile days around her ovulation, she knows she can come to me for as many loads and orgasms she can take. I’m happy to make her cum as much as she needs, cause we both know it’ll help her womb accept my cum more easily.

Not caring anymore about orientation. Both of us just slaves to our instinctual urges, and relying on the other to fulfill their biological role.

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I read your post about queer “corrective rape” and I think the “lesbians raping their guy best friend into giving them baby bumps” broke my brain… I’m a gay twink bottom and can count on one hand the number of times I’ve topped (and never topped a woman before).

When my lesbian best friend tells me her and her girlfriend are trying for a baby I’m so happy for them! She starts telling me about all the expenses of trying to do IVF, and finally just comes out and asks me if I’d be a sperm donor for them. Of course I’m honoured and offer to jizz in a cup so her and her girlfriend can do a turkey baster situation, but they have different plans… they say they’ve “done a lot of research” and discovered it’s more effective if it comes “straight from the source”. Of course I take them at their word, why wouldn’t I trust my best friend?

The day comes to do the deed and I’m so nervous. My friend is stunning, but she’s the definition of a lipstick lesbian while her partner is more butch. My usual type is big, hairy, burly, older men so it’s a huge difference. Her girlfriend wants to be there for the conception which I thought was fine, I’m no stranger to a threesome.

We start out slow, and they let me watch some gay porn to help get me going. Once I’m hard I pull down my pants let my boner pop out. The girls compliment it and tell me I’m wasted as a bottom, which felt pretty good. My best friend tells me she’s never sucked a dick before but she’s always been curious. My brain is honestly a little hazy from how hard I am, so I say yes. She licks up my shaft, wraps her lips around the tip and sucks me like a champ. When she pulls off, she kisses her girlfriend deeply who says “mmm tastes good, huh baby?”. My brain is melting down, this is every straight guy’s dream come true and I’m so fucking faggy. But I’m still so hard… so I must like it, right?

I could go on and on about this (but I’ll leave it here). Maybe the first time we try and conceive doesn’t take (not uncommon) so we have to try again. It doesn’t take, so we try the next month. Maybe I move into the guest room while she’s ovulating so it’s easier for us to conceive. Maybe they start spiking my food with viagra so I can go for multiple rounds, and they tease me about how hard I am when I randomly pop a boner. As we’re trying for a baby they corrupt me more and more until I’m their straight little breeding stud who doesn’t even think about men anymore…

Where's that "peak fiction" gif when you need it??

I'd so want this to be a full story, ending with both of the girls hopelessly knocked up and everyone properly converted into straight sluts <3

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Don’t “let” me cum inside, MAKE me, fuck yourself on my cock until I forget where I’m at, forget the possible consequences of overflowing your pretty pussy with my cum, and watch the fear and realization set in as you pin me down and I buck my hips and try to wiggle free while my thick cock throbs inside of you, filling you to overflow.

You’d own me forever.

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There’s something so attractive about the thought of a girl ovulating and not being able to control herself anymore. Backing me against the wall and holding my wrists, kissing my neck and grabbing my bulge. Seeing how easily I get hard. Pushing me against the bed and riding me like I’m nothing but her personal dildo. Pinning me down and ignoring my whining and pleas. Still riding me even after I cum. Even if I start tearing up and become a whimpering mess under her. She just can’t help herself. And after she gets tired from riding she shoves my head between her legs, makes me lick her clit and use my fingers inside her for as long as she needs. Because I’m just her pretty boy toy for her to use <3

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big titted milf tying down a strong, burly gay bear and edging his cock till he's moaning and panting like a dog and her breasts are covered in his pre 🤤🤤🤤

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Magic, Darling

The door clicked shut behind him, and Daniel exhaled, tossing his keys onto the entryway table. The day had been long, the kind of long that made his shoulders ache and his mind foggy. He barely noticed the faint rustle of fabric behind him—a whisper of movement that didn’t belong in the stillness of his apartment. But then again, he wasn’t paying attention. Not yet.

Vanessa materialized in the warm glow of the apartment, her presence undetected. The air shimmered faintly, catching the light as she stepped out of the veil of invisibility. Her breath was steady, her eyes locked on Daniel as he moved further into the space, oblivious to her silent arrival. The scent of him filled her senses— pine and sweat, something sharp and human. She watched his shoulders tense as he shrugged out of his jacket, the muscles in his back shifting beneath his shirt.

Vanessa’s pulse quickened as she raked her gaze over Daniel’s broad frame. She had watched him earlier, unbeknownst to him—his strong hands gripping a coffee cup, the way his biceps flexed as he reached for something on a high shelf. He was everything she craved: primal, raw, and undeniably masculine. The dark hair that curled at the collar of his shirt, the shadow of stubble along his jaw—it was all so intoxicating. She couldn’t resist him. She didn’t want to.

Her bare feet made no sound as she closed the distance between them, her movements fluid and predatory. She was mere inches away now, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his skin beneath her palms. She hesitated, savoring the anticipation, the electric charge in the air.

Vanessa’s lips curved into a sly smile as she extended her hand, fingers twisting delicately in the air. A soft, golden glow emanated from her palm, swirling like smoke before disappearing into the space between them. The spell settled over Daniel like an invisible mist, intoxicating, irresistible. His shoulders stiffened, then relaxed as a low groan escaped his lips. Slowly, he turned, his eyes widening as they fell upon her.

She stood there, radiant and untamed, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her piercing gaze locked onto his.

Daniel’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling as the spell tightened its grip. His steps were deliberate, determined, as he closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms, his hands gripping her waist as their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss. Vanessa moaned into him, her body arching as his fingers tangled in her hair.

Their hands moved frantically, tearing at clothes, desperate for skin. everything quickly discarded and all pooled at their feet, until they stood there, naked and vulnerable. Vanessa’s breath came in shallow gasps as her eyes raked over his body—his muscular chest, the trail of hair leading down to his rock-hard cock.

Her hand reached out, wrapping around him, and Daniel gasped, his head falling back. But then, something shifted. His eyes flickered, confusion clouding his features as the spell momentarily lost its hold. “I’m gay!” he blurted, his voice strangled. “What’s happening to me?”

Vanessa’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her grip on him tightening. “Magic, darling,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

The spell seized him again, golden tendrils of light swirling violently in the air around Vanessa, wrapping Daniel in a heat that sank into his bones like molten steel. His thoughts dissolved, buried under a flood of raw, carnal instinct. “Kiss me,” she whispered, her voice a low, throaty command. Her breath was hot against his mouth, her lips hovering just out of reach until he leaned in, desperate. His hands found her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as their mouths crashed together. She tasted like honey

Vanessa’s mind raced even as her body pressed into Daniel’s, their lips locked in a fevered dance. “Gay?” The confession had startled her, but only for a moment. Her magic didn’t discriminate. His orientation was irrelevant now; her power was absolute. She had seen the way he carried himself earlier, the confidence in his stride, the strength in his hands. He exuded a raw magnetism that had drawn her in like a moth to a flame. No, it didn’t matter that he was gay. She didn’t care. Her blood burned with hunger, and she wasn’t about to let his sexuality stand in her way.

Her lips broke from his, trailing down the line of his jaw, the stubble rough against her mouth. The spell pulsed around them, thickening the air with heat.

Vanessa’s hands slid down Daniel’s chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin as she pulled him closer. The spell still coiled around him, a golden mist that blurred the edges of his thoughts, though faint cracks were beginning to form in its hold. She pressed her body flush against his, her full, soft curves molding to his muscled frame. “Suck my tits,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry, dripping with a need that made her own breath hitch.

Daniel hesitated, his mind flickering with the faintest glimmer of resistance. It was there—a whisper of “I’m gay, this isn’t me”—but it was drowned out by the overwhelming pull of her magic. His lips moved of their own accord, drawn to the plump swell of her breast. His mouth closed around her nipple, warm and wet, and she let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair. He sucked hard, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She arched into him, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He pulled away for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her skin. Then, to her surprise, he spat on her breasts, the act crude and primal, and she let out a breathless laugh. “Oh, you’re a filthy one, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice thick with arousal. His hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them together, and he buried his face between them, his lips and tongue working in a messy, frenzied rhythm. The sound he made—a low, guttural groan—sent a shiver down her spine.

Vanessa’s fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. “God, you’re so good at this,” she moaned, her head falling back as the pleasure built. But her hunger wasn’t satisfied yet. She needed more. “It’s time to fuck me,” she said, her voice sharp with urgency.

Daniel’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of hesitation. But then the spell surged again, and he obeyed, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, her back sinking into the mattress, and then he was on top of her, his body moving with a fierce, animalistic need.

He lined himself up with her entrance, his cock hard and throbbing. Vanessa’s breath caught, her body trembling with anticipation. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck me.”

And he did.

Daniel thrust into her without hesitation, his hips slamming against hers with a force that drove the air from her lungs. Vanessa cried out, her nails digging into his back as she clawed at him, desperate to pull him closer. He fucked her like a man possessed, his movements wild and unrelenting. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound swallowed by their ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin.

Vanessa’s head spun, her body aflame with pleasure. She could feel the spell beginning to fray, its hold on him weakening, but Daniel didn’t stop. He groaned low in his throat, his pace only growing more frantic. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice breaking with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet his, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

But then, as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, she saw it—a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. The spell was fading, and with it, the compulsion that had driven him to her. Yet, even as his mind began to clear, his body didn’t stop. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. He was too far gone.

“I—I can’t—” he stammered, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hands grabbing his face, forcing him to look at her. “Please, don’t stop.”

And he didn’t. His pace only grew more frenzied, his thrusts deeper, harder. Vanessa could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body coiling tight like a spring. She was so close. So close.

And then the door opened.

The sound of the door creaking open was like a gunshot in the otherwise silent room. Daniel froze, his body going rigid. Vanessa’s eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat.

“Daniel?” a soft, lilting voice called from the doorway.

Daniel turned his head, his eyes widening in horror. There, standing in the doorway, was a slender young man with delicate features and wide, shocked eyes. His boyfriend.

“W—what the fuck is going on?” the boy stammered, his voice high and trembling.

Daniel’s body jerked as the realization hit him, and he pulled out of Vanessa with a wet, obscene sound. He stared at his boyfriend, his face pale, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

“I… I don’t—” Daniel began, his voice breaking.

But Vanessa wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, and she pulled him back to her, her lips brushing against his ear. “Don’t you dare stop,” she hissed, her voice low and commanding. “You’re not done yet.”

Daniel hesitated, his body trembling with conflicting emotions. But then, to her surprise, he gave in.

“Just… just give me a second,” Daniel said to his boyfriend, his voice strained.

“A second?” the boy screeched, his voice cracking. “Are you serious right now?”

The room was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Daniel’s boyfriend stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Vanessa smirked, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she raised her hand, her fingers twirling in the air. A shimmering gold glow erupted from her palm, enveloping the boyfriend in an invisible force. He gasped, his body stiffening as the spell took hold, rendering him immobile.

“What… what have you done to me?” the boyfriend stammered, his voice trembling with panic. “Who are you? What are you?”

Vanessa’s laughter echoed through the room, low and sultry. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re about to witness something… transformative.”

Daniel turned back to Vanessa. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he moved toward her once more. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. His cock throbbed, hard and desperate, as he pushed himself inside her with a groan. Vanessa arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she let out a satisfied moan.

“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur against his ear. “Let go, Daniel. Give yourself to me completely.”

Daniel obeyed, his hips thrusting in a frantic rhythm, his body moving with a primal urgency that he couldn’t resist. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Vanessa’s soft moans and Daniel’s ragged breaths. His boyfriend watched, horrified, unable to look away as the scene unfolded before him.

“Daniel, stop!” the boyfriend pleaded, his voice cracking. “This isn’t you!”

Daniel’s head snapped toward his boyfriend, his eyes glazed with lust, his hips still slamming into Vanessa with unrelenting force. Sweat dripped down his temples as he paused for the briefest moment, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “I didn’t want this at first,” he admitted, his voice low and rough, almost unrecognizable. “She was in control… but she’s not anymore.” His gaze flicked back to Vanessa, who was sprawled beneath him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a wicked smile. “I want this now,” he growled. “It feels too good.”

With that, he shoved himself deeper into her, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. Vanessa moaned, her fingers clawing at his back as she egged him on, whispering filthy encouragements into his ear. The air was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, of their breaths mingling in a symphony of pleasure and chaos.

Daniel’s body tensed, his hips stuttering as he came with a guttural groan, burying himself as deeply as he could inside her. He held there, his chest heaving, his muscles trembling as the waves of his release crashed over him. For a moment, everything was still—the room, the air, the tension between them—and then, without warning, Daniel jumped back.

His eyes were wild, his face lit with a strange, almost manic excitement. He didn’t waste a second before dropping to his knees between Vanessa’s thighs, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still as he dove in. Vanessa gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he began to lap at her, his tongue working eagerly to clean every drop of his own release from her. The sight was obscene, the way he devoured her like she was the most delectable thing he’d ever tasted.

Vanessa stared down at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to process what was happening. This wasn’t part of the spell. The spell was supposed to make him find her irresistible, yes, but it wasn’t supposed to… to change him. It wasn’t supposed to rewrite who he was, to erase his sexuality and replace it with something entirely new. And yet, here he was, his eyes glowing faintly gold as he smirked up at her from between her legs, his expression one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

Her heart raced, her mind spinning as she realized the truth. She’d done this. Her magic, her power—it had been stronger than she’d ever imagined. She’d altered him on a fundamental level, bending his desires to her will in a way that went far beyond simple attraction. She’d transformed him, and the knowledge sent a shiver of both fear and exhilaration coursing through her.

“Daniel,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to regain her composure. “Do you… do you feel different?”

He pulled back, his lips glistening, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “Different?” he repeated, his voice deep and rough, almost a growl. “Yes.” He leaned in, his hands sliding up her thighs as he nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “I feel… alive. I feel like I’ve been sleeping my whole life, and now I’m finally awake.”

Daniel lifted his head, his lips still glistening as he turned to face his boyfriend. The golden glow in his eyes burned brighter, almost predatory, as they locked onto the man who had once shared his bed. His boyfriend stared back, frozen in place, his face pale with shock and fear.

“She made it so I’m not a faggot like you anymore,” Daniel said, his voice cold and cutting, each word dripping with contempt. The room seemed to shrink, the air turning heavy with tension as the words hung between them like a blade.

His boyfriend flinched as if he’d been struck, his hands trembling at his sides. “Daniel, no,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “That’s not… that’s not who you are.”

Daniel rose to his feet, his movements fluid and deliberate, his body radiating a newfound confidence. He stepped closer, his golden eyes never leaving his boyfriend’s face. “It was who I was,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But now? Now I’m free. Free of you, free to be with her—” he gestured toward her without looking back, a flicker of reverence in his tone, “—she’s shown me what I’m really meant for.”

His boyfriend took a step back, his chest heaving as panic set in. “This… this isn’t real,” he stammered. “Whatever she’s done to you—it’s not you. You have to fight it!”

Daniel’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he closed the distance between them, his hands tightening at his sides. “Oh, it’s real,” he said, his voice low and sinister. “And I’m not fighting it. I’m embracing it. ”

He reached out, grabbed his boyfriend by the collar, and shoved him backward with a force that sent him stumbling into the wall. “Get out,” Daniel growled, his golden eyes blazing.

His boyfriend didn’t need to be told twice. With one last terrified glance, he turned and bolted from the room, leaving Daniel and Vanessa alone. Daniel exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he turned back to Vanessa, his golden eyes softening as they met hers. “Now,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “where were we?”

Outside the apartment, the boyfriend slumped against the wall, his face buried in his hands. The muffled sounds of Vanessa’s moans and Daniel’s growls seeped through the door, each one a dagger to his heart. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened—how the man he loved had turned into someone unrecognizable, cruel and consumed by something dark.

But then, something shifted. A faint warmth spread through his chest, subtle at first, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a storm. He froze, his breath hitching as the sensation grew stronger, more intense. His hands dropped to his sides, trembling as he looked down at his chest. Beneath his shirt, a soft golden glow began to pulse, radiating outward with an almost hypnotic rhythm.

His tears dried instantly, replaced by a strange, tingling energy that coursed through his veins. His mind, once clouded with despair, suddenly felt sharp, clear, and… powerful. He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, his posture straightening as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The golden glow intensified, spreading up his neck and into his eyes. His irises shimmered, shifting from their natural color to a brilliant, molten gold. He blinked, his vision sharpening as if seeing the world for the first time. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, small at first, but quickly widening into a grin of pure, unadulterated confidence.

He wiped the last traces of tears from his face with the back of his hand, his touch firm and decisive. The sound of Vanessa and Daniel’s passion no longer filled him with pain; instead, it fueled something deep within him—a hunger, a need. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the strength in his body, the power thrumming beneath his skin.

With a newfound swagger, he pushed off the wall and walked away, his steps steady and purposeful. The spell had passed into him, and with it came a transformation he couldn’t yet fully understand. But one thing was certain: he wasn’t the same man who had stumbled out of that apartment moments ago.

And wherever he was going, whatever he was becoming, it was only the beginning.

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theres nothing better than the feeling of going from gay to a gross straight guy whos just pussy driven. let go of that personality dont give a fuck about anything else beside yourself. women will say they hate you but you know they just dying for your cock. be a douchebag and for the first time in your life you’ll actually feel proud of something!

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Shout out to post-workout trances. Like yes, my muscles are feeling very heavy. Yes, it feels sooo good to relax... ya.. slee.. sleeppyy.. heavyyy

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Bull

(Original story posted August 10th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections!

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy bear of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to look like that. Big and manly with impressive muscles and body hair from head to toe. Yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled off the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past. But despite that something just never felt right. Like deep down he couldn’t help feeling as though this wasn’t who he was.

He sighed, watching the bearish brute strode away. He then looked down at his own smooth and skinny form. Eric hung his head in silence for a moment, looking down into the lake he was sitting beside. “Maybe one day...” Eric mumbled to himself while kicking his feet in the water slightly. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he hadn’t ever been to grow body hair to save his life. Who was he kidding? He was never gonna look like that guy.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he walked in. On the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he’d locked the door earlier and yet there it was now. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look.

Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and was greeted by a powerful musky smell that only a real man could produce. a scent so strong and potent it could hypnotise even the straightest of men.

Despite the desire to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric found himself mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. Before he knew it, Eric found himself pulling the speedo over his head in a way that allowed the crotch to engulf his nose before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear all while hugging on the overpowering smell. Then once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric reluctantly pulled the Speedo away from his face and yanked on as fast as he could. Quickly securing it around his crotch and backside even if it was a tad bit loose.

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulked up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with newfound power while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly as his ass grew thick and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape itself, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer of hair. Last but certainly not least, Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke through forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard. One that swiftly grew thicker and thicker until he looked like the perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep roar with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into the complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around his thick new daddy dick and began pumping it enthusiastically. Moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk!” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK!!” He gripped his dick harder as he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” He roared! “I’m such a… FU-FUCKING… **BULL!**” And with that final word a fountain of cum came rushing from Eric’s cock. Splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself with a small chuckle.

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reminder that men are programmed to turn into big dumb fuck machines when presented with a fertile womb to breed <3