#cocksure

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Cocksure

Alex pressed herself against the closet wall, her breath shallow, heart pounding so loud she feared it might betray her. The slatted door let in thin slivers of light allowing her to peer in. The apartment was dark, but the faint musk of cologne, protein powder, and something primal lingered, twisting her stomach.

She was trapped, hiding in the bedroom closet of the place she once called hers, waiting for the man she loved, or more accurately the monster he’d become, to fall asleep. How had it come to this? Her mind spiraled back, piecing together the nightmare that had led her here.

It started three weeks ago, in their new apartment, a dusty haven where she and Zack had laughed over thrift store furniture and tangled cords, dreaming of their final college year together. They were assembling a lopsided bookcase when Zack tugged at a loose floorboard. He cracked it open, revealing a hidden object.

When he unveiled it, Alex recoiled with equal parts disgust and laughter. It was a large, flesh toned rubber dildo, grotesque and out of place. She laughed as Zack waved it around, dubbing it “Excalibur.” But her amusement turned to horror when he jokingly slid it into his pants.

His eyes widened, then rolled back. He collapsed, convulsing, as his body transformed before her eyes, muscles bulging, jaw sharpening, height stretching. The dildo melted, merging with him, enveloping his own modest dick, becoming real.

When he stood, he was no longer the same nerdy Zack she loved. His soft features were gone, replaced by a chiseled, godlike face with piercing green eyes. And his voice, now cruel and cold, called her an “ugly loser,” a “zero not worthy of him.” He threw her out, slamming the door on her pleas.

Since then, Zack had become a campus legend. A six foot something quarterback, worshipped by the football team and adored by fans. He strutted around with head cheerleader Madison, once a kind, approachable girl who’d organized charity drives and remembered everyone’s name.

Now, Madison was different, vain, cold, her social media filled with smirks and tight outfits, her warmth replaced by a queen bee edge. When once she used to actively defy the mean bitch stereotype of a cheerleader, she now embraced it, embodied it with pleasure.

Alex didn't know how but she knew Madison's new attitude was solely because of Zack's corrupted cock. It had turned him into an arrogant bastard who thought he was god's gift to the world so it stood to reason that he had rubbed off on her. Or more accuracy, entered her. The thought made Alex shudder.

That's why Alex was hiding in the closet now. She had to stop him before he infected anyone else with his darkness. Sure he was with Madison now but what would happen when he moved on to other innocent good natured women. She had to get that thing off of Zack before he made an army of Madisons.

However as she listened to Zack on speaker phone as he emerged from the bathroom after freshly showering her assumption that his new anatomy had corrupted Madison was put into question.

“Baaaaaaabe. Where are you? I want that cock of yours.” Said Madison from down the line clearly tipsy with the sound of a celebration in the background.

Zach smirked. “I just need to change and then I'll be over, everyone knows the party doesn't start until I get there.” He said making Alex's eyes roll.

“Oooookay, but when you get here you're fucking me first! You've promised for weeks you'd bang my brains out. I want the power you promised me! I deserve it don't I?” Madison whined.

Alex’s mind reeled. If they hadn’t had sex, how had Madison changed? And what would happen when they did?

“Yeah, yeah I will. Gotta go.” He said in reply, not even waiting for her to say anything back before hanging up. He threw his phone onto the bed and flexed in the mirror, marvelling at himself. “You're not deserving of my cock. Not yet.”

As he continued to pose and flex, his towel slipped from his hips to display his full godlike body. Despite Alex's new revulsion to his attitude she felt herself get momentarily weak at the sight of him. There was no denying his beauty, his raw power. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“Only I'm worthy of my cock right now.” He growled as he wrapped his right hand around his impressive member. Alex’s cheeks burned, and she averted her eyes, but the sound of skin on skin kept her attention pinned.

He let out a low, self satisfied chuckle, his hand moving with slow, deliberate intent. Alex’s stomach churned as she realized what he was doing. The air felt thicker, heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath. Zack’s breathing grew ragged, his movements more rhythmic, and Alex tried to close her eyes but she was drawn to watching it like a moth to the flame.

Zack’s moans grew louder, more primal. His hand moved faster, but more precise. It was like watching a musician at the top of his game play his instrument. Alex couldn't stop herself from getting a little turned on by what she was seeing. She was transfixed by it. She didn't know how long she was watching before Zach arched his body, a guttural sound tearing from his throat.

“I'm a king! I'm a fucking god!” He yelled as cum erupted from his cock and shot onto the mirror. His grip loosed and his speed eased as he smirked self satisfied at himself. He collapsed back onto the mattress, panting, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

“Goddamn.” He muttered, wiping his brow. “Better every time.” He sprawled naked across the sheets, his limbs heavy with the arrogance of someone who owned the world. His phone buzzed once, twice, but he ignored it, his breathing slowing as the sapped energy became too much and sleep claimed him.

She counted his breaths, waiting until they deepened, steady and slow. Minutes dragged by, ten, maybe fifteen. Finally, she eased the closet door open, wincing at the faint creak. Zack didn’t stir.

She crept toward the bed, her bare feet silent on the carpet. Her hands trembled as she approached. Up close, Zack was even more imposing, his chest rising and falling, muscles taut even in sleep, his face a perfect mask of beauty and menace. And there, exposed, was the source of it all. His cursed cock, resting against his thigh, unnaturally flawless even in its now flaccid state.

Alex’s throat tightened. She had to try. She knelt beside the bed, her breath hitching as she reached out. Her fingers hovered, hesitating, then wrapped gently around it, her touch feather light.

It was warm, like it had a pulse of its own. She gave a small tug, expecting resistance, but hoping it might somehow detach. But it didn’t budge. She tried again, a little harder, her grip tightening. Still nothing.

Zack’s breathing remained steady, his face untroubled. Emboldened, Alex tugged again, then again, her movements slow and careful at first, almost clinical. On the third tug, a single drop of cum emerged, glistening at the tip before sliding down, dripping over her fingers.

She froze, her stomach lurching with disgust, but the sensation was fleeting, replaced by a strange tingling. Her nails began to grow, lengthening into perfect, glossy manicures, their edges sharpening with an eerie precision.

Alex’s eyes widened as she lifted her hand, the drop of cum still warm on her skin, and turned her fingers in the dim light. The manicure was flawless, long, sleek, with a high gloss finish that caught the faint glow. A thought slipped into her mind, unbidden, “This looks hawt.”

She bit her lip, admiring the way the nails made her hand look elegant, feminine, sexy even. She tried to push the thought aside, shaking her head slightly. Focus, she told herself. This is to save him. But the allure was undeniable, a small thrill sparking in her chest.

She swapped hands, wrapping her other hand around Zack’s cock, assuring herself that it was to try a different position but deep down a part of her hoped another drop would spill out to give her hands a matching set of nails.

To the delight of that part of her psyche another drop of cum popped out. It glistened as it dripped over her hand, and she felt the now familiar tingling ripple through her skin. Her nails began to grow, matching the first, long, glossy, and perfect.

The pride swelled, her mind warping further as she admired her hands. “I deserve to look this good.” She thought, the idea feeling foreign yet intoxicating. She shook off the intrusive thought, she was here to save him after all not get a new set of claws.

“Does he need saving?” Said a new thought that slithered into her mind. “This Zack is powerful, beautiful, commanding. Why would I change that?” It continued. Alex felt her mind at war with itself and as she would usually do in stressful situations she raised her hand to bite at her nails.

However in that moment she forgot, or maybe deep down chose not to remember, that cum was still on her fingers. A small amount coated her lips and a tiny drop slipped into her mouth. She swallowed it absentmindedly, the taste sharp and warm, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her pupils dilated and her lips plumped up in an instance. They become fuller, softer, a perfect, glossy pout that seemed designed to seduce. The sensation was immediate, her arousal spiked, a wave of heat flooding her body. Her nipples hardened, her thighs clenched, and her mind fogged with a raw, primal need.

Her thoughts twisted further, the subtle corruption sinking deeper. She stared at Zack’s cock, her mouth watering as the taste lingered on her tongue. “He’s mine.” She thought, the possessiveness startling her.

She tried to shake it off, to focus on her original goal, her hand returning, wrapping around his cock. However her tugs became slower, more rhythmic, almost sensual, as she imagined what it would be like to walk alongside him as who he is now, rather than the nerd he once was

To be the kind of woman who could match his perfection. The good, nerdy Alex who cared about others, who valued kindness and humility, was starting to fell like a distant memory, a weak shadow she was leaving behind with every passing second.

The longer she tugged at his cock the more it began to harden. A strange sense of pride flickered within her, uninvited. She was doing this to him, even in his sleep. She, Alex, the shy girl who always played it safe, was making this godlike man horny. The thought sent a shiver through her.

The desire pulsing through Alex became too much to resist, a relentless tide that drowned her fading resolve. Her mouth watered as she stared at Zack’s cock.

She tried to justify it, her mind scrambling for a rational excuse. “My hands are working, sort of, but I need more leverage.” She told herself. “So maybe if my mouth tries, it could loosen whatever’s holding it to him.” Deep down, she knew it was a flimsy plan, a dumb excuse that wasn’t supposed to work, that couldn’t possibly work.

But the corruption had taken root, her thoughts warping further with every heartbeat. The idea of saving Zack, of restoring the nerdy boy she once knew, felt increasingly irrelevant, almost laughable. Why would she want to undo this perfection? This powerful, beautiful man beneath her hands could be hers, no! Should be hers! The thought sent a thrill through her, her nipples hardening further as a wicked smile tugged at her lips.

Alex’s restraint shattered completely, the hunger consuming her entirely. She couldn’t resist any longer, she needed to taste him fully. Her hands trembled as she leaned in, her enhanced lips parting, and she wrapped them around Zack’s cock, the warmth and texture overwhelming her senses.

The taste exploded on her tongue, rich and intoxicating, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating in her throat as she surrendered to the sensation, her mind spiralling deeper into its subtle corruption.

The act itself fuelled the transformation within her. The good, cautious Alex faded further, her thoughts warping with every bob of her head. She wasn’t just doing this to save him anymore, she was doing this out of pure selfish pleasure for herself.

Her mind painted vivid images, herself strutting through campus, head held high, her flawless body a testament to her new dominance. The old Alex, with her nerdy insecurities and selfless heart, felt like a distant ghost, one she was eager to bury.

She imagined crushing that weak version of herself, her glossy nails tearing through that fragile spirit, and the thought sent a jolt of wet heat through her. Her movements grew more confident, her tongue swirling with a newfound skill she never had before, her lips sliding with a rhythm that felt almost instinctive.

Drops of precum flower down her throat, tightening her body as it entered stomach. Her waist cinched leaving her hips wider, her ass more pronounced as a result. Fuzzy hair all over her body retracted in giving her smooth velvety skin. Her skin took on a golden tan replacing the ghost like paleness she had cultivated to now.

Her mind whispered dark promises. “Make him yours. Become a bitch. Take your throne.” The idea was intoxicating, drowning out the last remnants of her original intent. She wasn't here to save him, she was here to claim him.

Zack stirred, a low groan rumbling from his throat as his body registered the intense pleasure coursing through him. His eyes fluttered open, confusion flickering across his face as the haze of sleep lifted and he realized, despite her changes, that his ex girlfriend’s lips were wrapped around his cock. “Alex?” He rasped, his voice thick with sleep and shock.

She paused, her lips glistening as she pulled back just enough, her eyes locking onto his with a sultry, commanding gaze.

She pulled her lips slowly off of his cock and with a wicked smile she ran her tongue slowly up his shaft, the tip of her tongue grazing the tip of his cock. She savoured the resulting shudder. “Sorry to wake you baby. Want me to stop?” She purred, her voice low and dripping with a new, seductive authority.

Zack’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he took in her slightly transformed appearance. Her flawless skin, her slimmer body, her glossy nails, the slutty look in her eyes. He managed to shake his head, the motion desperate, eager. “Fuck no!” He groaned.

“Right answer.” Alex murmured, her smile widening with triumph. She dove back in, her mouth working him with renewed fervor. Zack’s head fell back, a moan of ecstasy coming from his throat as she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs, nails leaving faint red trails.

Alex felt Zack tense beneath her, his breathing growing ragged, his thighs quivering as he teetered on the edge of release. The sensation of his impending climax sent a thrill through her, but she wasn’t ready to let it end, not yet. With a wicked smirk, she pulled back, leaving his cock throbbing in the cool air. “Not so fast.” She purred, her voice a velvet command, her eyes glinting with intent.

Zack gasped, his hands clutching the sheets, his eyes pleading as he looked up at her, desperate for more. But Alex had other plans. She stood, her flawless skin radiating power, and peeled off her clothes with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing her modest body that was soon to change.

Balling up saliva into her mouth, swirling around the bits of precum still remaining, she let it drool out of her mouth and onto her meagre A cup breasts, rubbing the liquid into them. She moaned in wanton lust as they grew bigger and bigger, becoming flawless C cups, perky and round. An improvement but she wanted more. She desired more.

Her tight pussy glistened with arousal as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him, hovering just above his aching cock. The heat between them was unbearable, a taut string ready to snap.

“Do you want me, baby?” She asked, her voice a sultry whisper, leaning closer so her hair brushed his chest, her nails grazing his skin.

Zack nodded frantically, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes, fuck yes!” He gasped. “More than anything.”

Her smile turned predatory as she positioned herself, her mind fully warped into this new, dominant persona. She wanted more. More proof.

“Tell me I’m a queen, a goddess. Tell me you’ll do anything for me. Tell me you’ll dump that pathetic Madison.” She purred, her voice a sultry command rather than a request.

Zack’s breath hitched, his body trembling with need as he gazed up at her, captivated by her transformed beauty. “You’re a queen.” He rasped, his voice thick with desperation. “A goddess. I’ll do anything for you. Anything! Madison is nothing compared to you, just… please.”

Her smile widened, a cruel satisfaction settling into her features as she savored his words, her mind fully warped into this new, commanding identity that still wasn’t happy.

She cupped his chin and leaned into his ear, her voice barely over a whisper. “Pledge your soul to me, tell me I’m your first, your last, your everything. That this evil cock of yours belongs to me. Then this pussy is all yours.”

She pulled back and for a moment was afraid he might pull a muscle from holding back so much. “Take it! You have it! It’s always been you!” He groaned loudly.

Satisfied, she shifted her hips, lowering herself slowly, deliberately, until her pussy sank onto his cock, slotting together like perfect puzzle pieces. They both moaned, the sound raw and primal, filling the room as the connection ignited.

The sensation of Zack’s cock filling her was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed through Alex’s transformed body. She groaned deeply, her lips parting as moans spilled from her throat, raw and unrestrained. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before locking onto his, a wicked glint shining through. “Fuck me, Daddy!” She gasped, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck me until I’m a blonde alpha bitch, baby! Corrupt me fully with that evil cock!”

Zack responded with a growl, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust harder, matching the rhythm of her dirty pleas. The intensity of their union triggered further changes in her body. Her breasts swelled larger, becoming fuller and more voluptuous, straining against her skin with each movement. Her waist cinched tighter, sculpting an even more pronounced hourglass figure that accentuated her dominance. Her hair, shimmered and thickened, cascading in glossy waves of platinum blonde that framed her face like a crown, the transformation completing her into the alpha bitch she craved to be.

She arched her back, moaning loudly, her hands groping at her new big tits as she rode the waves of pleasure, her words growing more fervent. “Yes, Daddy, harder! Turn me into your perfect wicked queen! Destroy the loser Alex and make me into the slutty Lexi!” The room pulsed with their heat, her body and mind fully embracing the power and pleasure of her new identity.

The rhythm between Alex and Zack built to a fever pitch, their bodies moving in perfect sync as the pleasure reached its peak. With a shared, primal cry, they climaxed together, the orgasm crashing over them like a tidal wave. Alex’s moans mingled with Zack’s groans, her body trembling as the intensity consumed her.

As the waves of ecstasy pulsed through her, she felt the last fragile remnants of the timid, nerdy girl who once sought to save him be wiped away entirely. The final traces of that weak, caring self dissolved, erased by the flood of power and pleasure, leaving only Lexi, the blonde alpha bitch, reigning supreme in her new, untainted form. Her kind brown eyes melted away and formed into cold, icy blue eyes, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she reveled in the completeness of her transformation.

Her joy was interrupted moments later when Madison burst through the apartment door, her heels clicking with purpose, getting sick of waiting for Zack to come to her. She expected to find him alone but instead her eyes widened in horror as she stumbled upon Lexi laying astride her man like a slutty cowgirl, the air thick with the aftermath of their explosive climax.

Lexi’s platinum blonde hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders, her brilliant blue eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge as she savored the last shudders of her orgasm, her transformed body on full, arrogant display.

“You cheating bastard!” Madison shrieked, her voice quaking with fury as she pointed at Zack. “Cheating on me with this filthy whore?!” Her rage turned venomous as she glared at Lexi.

Lexi rolled her eyes, her patience obliterated by Madison’s insolence. With a predator’s grace, she slid off Zack, her flawless skin radiating a menacing allure as she rose, unfazed. She strode toward Madison with deliberate calm, her glossy nails glinting like weapons, her hips swaying with a cruel confidence that promised retribution.

Madison’s tirade continued, her insults growing more frantic. “Who do you think you are? I’m going to make sure you’re black listed across all of—”. Madison’s venom was cut short by a swift hand from Lexi, delivering a vicious slap across her face.

Zack, still sprawled on the bed, watched with rapt attention, his cock hardening visibly, a dark thrill coursing through him at Lexi’s brutality. His breath quickened, his eyes burning with arousal as he took in her commanding cruelty.

Lexi loomed over Madison, her lips curling into a sneer so cold it could freeze fire. “Let me guess, after you first hooked up you saw what the power of his cock could do when you gave him a simple handjob. It brought out the bitch in you, but you wanted more.” Lexi said as she circled Madison like a vulture.

“You ached for the power his cock could give you. That's why you came over here, why you're dressed so slutty. Well tough shit bitch, it's mine now. You’re a pathetic wannabe queen.” She hissed, her voice a blade of ice and venom. “A worthless placeholder, a little toy keeping my man entertained until his true queen returned to claim him. Why do you think he never had sex with you? He knew there was better waiting out there for him.” She smirked as she looked over to Zack who's cock was standing at full attention, unable to hide his animalistic attraction to Lexi.

“But now that I’m back, we and this campus, have no use for your existence, Madison.” She leaned in, her tone dripping with sadistic delight. “Zack is mine again, your friends will soon beg me to lead them, your status as queen bee will fit me like a glove. I’m going to strip you of everything you have... including your designer clothes.”

Madison’s eyes widened, terror creeping into her expression as Lexi’s stalked up to her, her gaze fixed on her outfit, a scandalously sexy, black latex two piece that hugged her curves, the top barely hiding her tits and at the same time exposing her navel, paired with thigh-high stiletto boots that screamed dominance. “Take it off.” Lexi commanded, her voice a whip crack of authority. “My man and I have a party to dominate, and I want that slutty little outfit.”

Madison’s hands shook, her defiance crumbling under Lexi’s merciless stare. She hesitated, tears welling, but the threat in Lexi’s eyes was undeniable. With a choked sob, she peeled off the two pieces and kicked off the boots, the revealing latex falling to the floor as she stood naked, her dignity shattered.

Lexi snatched the outfit with a triumphant, cruel laugh and slipped into it, the fabric stretching obscenely tight over her transformed body. The pieces clung to her like a second skin, the top straining to contain her larger breasts, pushing them up into a breathtaking display of cleavage, the hem riding so high it exposed the curve of her ass.

She adjusted the stiletto boots, the heels elongating her legs into a vision of lethal elegance. She ran her hands over her hips, admiring the tightness, the way it accentuated her bigger breasts and tighter waist, her platinum hair and blue eyes completing the image of a ruthless, irresistible queen.

Zack’s gaze was riveted, his arousal palpable as he groaned, “Holy fuck, Lexi, you’re a goddamn goddess in that.” Lexi turned to him, her smirk widening with sadistic pride, then cast a final, withering glance at Madison. “You can stay here loser and sniff our sheets, me and my man have a party to rule over.” She spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “But if you're still here when we're back later you're going to wish you weren't. Come on babe.”

Lexi strode out without another glance at Madison who was shivering in her underwear. Zack quickly threw on a shirt and raced after his new old paramour. His cock now twitched when he even thought of her. It felt as though it were a homing missile that would always find her. Little did either of them know that the magic cock wasn't a King maker, in reality it was a Queen maker and Lexi's reign was just beginning.

[possible-streetwear]

[brainscam]

[katieaki]

My lil butch husband was scratching my back and I said “not so hard” and then it was like the whisper of a feather & I was like “you can go a little harder” & they said “sorry I got cock shy” and I said WHAT??????????? and they just looked at me exactly like this

[kidpix-album-covers]

Laura Stevenson - Cocksure (2015)

(requested by an anon)

[evilhorse]

I never saw a more cock-sure crew of killers!

[possible-streetwear]

[rendakuenthusiast]

Some scientists are so naive as to actually ask men to take measurements themselves. When this approach is used, black men do seem to report having a larger penis. This could mean they are in fact bigger, or that they’re just more cocksure.

[contact-guy]

THE BLUE CARBUNCLE part 3 - part 1 - part 2 - with one more to come! MR. HOLMES it is very difficult to conceal injures from a trained doctor (who happens to be obsessed with you)!!

also just wanted to say - I'm so sorry to all the folks who couldn't get copies of Volume 1 of the Sketchbook - I'm working on a much larger print run and a pre order system so everyone can get one :) your support truly means the world to me, stay tuned!

(this is the Watson's Sketchbook series!)

[cuntlijah]

Oh you’re a Tolkien expert? have u read letter 420 in which he described how much Sam loved eating Frodos ass on the daily? In the professors own words, he “devoured that hole like a jelly roll. that was basically Sam’s second breakfast the entire time they were in the undying lands, lulz (sic)” (letter to Tolkien’s publisher, 1969)

[imtheenemy]

My Wesker and Leon were in the mood to do some trickslides... 👀

[inklore]

tyler owens is so girl dad coded.

[possible-streetwear]

[oddlittlestories]

Midnight Burger spoilers ahead. I think some of you House MD folks might actually enjoy it so mind the post

Thinking about how Caspar’s choice to launch Ava into space changes his trajectory so much. It’s that violent reaction to needing consistency that opens him up to the possibility of change. That he’s the only one who could’ve helped Ex and also the one least likely to help her and most terrorized by her existence.

Thinking about how via Ex, the Leifs, Ava and a couple other things, we have explicit statements of how stuff for Our crew is changed vs in other timelines.

That your worst decision could be your best catalyst. That the dynamics you thought were set in stone might be clay after all. That people will surprise you, and you’re a people.

That leaps of faith are, well, kind of everything.

[nahaerya]

Schneider in benzin mv: he shamelessly started fire between my legs

I love it when we all agree on things. Important things. Like the location of said fire.

Now be a dear and put it out, too, mm?

Model!Schneider ft. Paul. I must have been real good (or bad, it depends) in my past life.

[oeuvrinarydurian]

I had this on in the background while I was surveying how dusty my living room was, and feeling depressed about my slovenly housekeeping. I always post these tragic poignant moments, because, let’s face it, the heartbreak is what keeps some of us addicted, but this is a rare moment of optimism. I’m calling it

Cocksure Optimism.

Please enjoy. The music is uncharacteristically similar (not the same, thank you @too-antigonish )for both versions, UK and US. It’s brief, but I just love the swagger. 

Poor crushed Morsey, 45 seconds later.