#dumber

[tidetfs]

"Babe, are you sure you want this?" Gabe stared lovingly at his perfect boyfriend, Will's green eyes sparkling with affection. "Are you sure you want to do this for me? Will, you know I like you just the way you are."

Gabe took a hand in his boyfriend's, rubbing his skinny, pale arm with the other.

"Yeah, I- I do." Will smiled, trying to summon confidence as he started at the blue candy on the table. "Become your partner's ultimate fantasy!" it read.

"Babe, I don't know if I can do this." Gabe said solemnly. Will was perfectly attractive as-is, why would he want to risk messing that up?

"You know-" Will began. "You never know. We could end up enjoying ourselves."

"Yeah, maybe." Gabe's eyes lingered over Will's cute button nose, his nerdy disposition buried in a book being what drove the happy couple together so many years ago. "If this is what you want...I know we will." Gabe stated shakily.

"And I want to do this for you." In a rare show of confidence, Will leaned over and kissed his boyfriend softly on the lips. He reached down and picked up the candy, unwrapping it and holding it to his mouth.

"Ready?"

"Not quite." Gabe's hands wrapped around Will's head, pulling him closer as their lips pressed together. Will opened his mouth, letting his tongue mingle with Gabe's as the two embraced. The taller boy felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, another grabbing his leg, squeezing firmly. Gabe pulled away.

"Alright, go ahead." He breathed.

Will closed his eyes, and popped the candy in his mouth. It tasted like strawberry.

"Oh god."

Gabe stared intently as his boyfriend's eyes began to roll back.

"G-gabe.."

"Are you okay babe?"

"Yeah...just." Will panted. "Oh fuck, oh fffuck." His face went beet red.

"What is it babe?" Gabe asked.

"Ffffffuck." Will's whole body shook.

"It's really working isn't it?" Gabe asked, staring in amazement. Will's body was already changing. His lips were getting thicker, plumper. His nose shrank, and his hair began to lighten, his freckles disappearing. The muscles in his face contorted, his cheekbones becoming higher and sharper, his chin narrower.

"It feels so good." Will whispered. His body trembled. "FUCK." His voice deepened as his Adam's apple expanded. "It's changing me."

"Will.." Gabe was astonished. "You're..beautiful."

Will's face was almost unrecognizable now. His hair had become blonde, his once cute features having matured into those of a supermodel. He was even more handsome than before. Gabe felt himself getting hard, staring at his boyfriend's new, stunning face.

"Oh god. Oh GOD." Will cried out, his body writhing.

"Will, are you okay?"

Will's hair began to lengthen, becoming curly and unkempt as his eyes shifted from green into a sparkling blue. He gasped, his chest heaving, his formerly flat pecs starting to swell up inside his shirt.

"Gabe...it's too much." His voice was still deep, but now more sultry and seductive.

"What do you mean, Will?"

Will's face turned red, his breathing labored.

"It's changing..my cock."

Gabe could feel his own member throbbing in his pants.

"I can feel it swelling...growing bigger and bigger."

Will's cock pulsed, stretching out his shorts.

"Fuck, I'm huge. My balls are getting bigger too. It feels amazing. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Will's bulge expanded, his shorts stretching further and further as his new cock grew to obscene proportions. Gabe watched with awe, his hand unconsciously reaching into his pants and stroking his member, a wet spot forming on the front.

"FUCK, it's so big." Will whined.

"Oh god."

Will's chest continued to expand, his pecs swelling up larger and larger as they grew into massive man tits. His shirt struggled to hold them in as a stunning set of washboard abs formed underneath, his body now chiseled and toned, a light dusting of blond hair spreading across his chest.

"Oh fuck, my ass." Will cried.

His ass swelled up, growing bigger and rounder, his once slim and perky ass now a huge bubble butt that looked like it was made for sex. Gabe's hand jerked faster, precum leaking down his leg.

"Gabe...I'm so horny."

Will's hands traveled across his body, squeezing his pecs and abs, feeling his ass and his huge package.

"Oh fuck...Gabe, I'm so horny." He repeated, his new body driving him wild. He reached down and undid his shorts, his gigantic cock bursting free.

"Holy shit."

"I'm so horny, Gabe."

Will's arms began to thicken, his biceps and triceps expanding as his chest and abs flexed, his cock twitching with each pump of his heart. His back muscles rippled as he stood up, his new 8-pack abs shining, his asscheeks clapping.

"Will." Gabe panted.

Will could only moan in response as his thighs swelled, his calves tightening as his new musculature became apparent. His huge cock dangled between his legs, his massive balls swinging below. His feet grew larger, his toes extending. His face was unrecognizable, his jawline chiseled and defined. His lips were full, his blue eyes piercing and lustful. His hair was disheveled and wild, his body a monument of manliness and strength.

"I-I...I love you." Will stammered, grabbing Gabe's face and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. The shorter boy's body trembled as their tongues wrestled, their cocks pressed against each other.

Pulling away, Gabe moved to speak but was stopped by a deep moan.

"Fuck, you really like 'em dumb, huh?" Will chuckled, as he felt the waves of pleasure from his cock begin to reach his brain. "You really want a dumb muscle stud to suck your cock?"

"Y-yes."

"Say it."

"I...want a dumb muscle stud to suck my cock."

Will dropped to his knees.

"You really want to make a muscle bitch out of your boyfriend, huh?"

"Please, Will. Please suck my cock."

Will looked up at his boyfriend.

"Call me Nico."

Nico leaned forward, taking the tip of Gabe's dick in his mouth, his hands squeezing his ass.

"Mmmm."

Gabe threw his head back, the warmth of his boyfriend's new, hot mouth enveloping his shaft.

"Oohhhh, yessss."

Nico's lips slid up and down the shaft, his tongue circling around the head.

"Oh god, I can't take it anymore."

"Do it, babe. Cum for me."

"N-nico..."

Gabe's eyes rolled back as he erupted, ropes of cum filling Nico's mouth. He moaned as he felt his lover's throat swallow every last drop, the light in his once sparkling eyes fading, the color becoming a washed-out blue befitting the new himbo.

"Thank you." Gabe whispered, the world going dark.

Nico stood up, wiping his mouth.

"That was sick, babe."

He picked his new boyfriend up and placed him on the bed, laying down beside him.

"I can't wait to see what you've got planned for me next." Nico grinned, looking both stupid and adorable. He kissed Gabe on the forehead and pulled him close, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[salmonskinrolltf]

hey there these video tapes sound pretty far out. The thing is, I’m this awkward, average looking gay dude who is slowly approaching a mid life crisis. I work as a math teacher at a local community college. And my days are filled with teaching students and my nights are spent wondering what I did with my life. Anyways, I really wanted to watch the Neighbors movie with Zac Efron. I’ve had the biggest crush on his obnoxious frat boy character! I mean that body is insane!

You eagerly tear open your Be Kind Rewind package and pull out the Neighbors VHS, barely noticing the die that falls into your hand. Nor do you notice your subconscious decision to toss it onto the floor, rolling a 3 in the process. As you place the tape in the VCR (has that always been there?), you hit rewind so it can play from the beginning.

You can’t wait to vicariously live the frat boy life you missed out on, even if it’s filtered through the perspectives of Seth Rogen and Rose Byrne as annoyed adults in their mid-30s, which hits much closer to home than you want it to. Excitement swells in your chest to the point that you feel almost giddy. You need to calm down a bit, so you take a swig of the beer you don’t remember putting on the table in front of you. Not on a coaster, even. That’s so unlike you…

As soon as the frothy beverage passes your lips, you feel a sense of calm dullness washing over you. You run a hand through your hair, which seems straighter and less tangled than usual.

As you take another sip, your phone pings with an email from a student asking about a particularly tough problem you presented during your lecture that day. You look up and see that the movie is still rewinding, so you suppose you have time to answer. But as soon as you open the email to explain the answer, the numbers start swimming in front of your eyes. The 3 should go… where again? And why the hell are there so many letters in there? This is math. Math is numbers, right?

Fuck, this is too frustrating. You toss your phone to the other end of the couch and chug the rest of your beer. You suddenly need to piss like a racehorse, so you head to the bathroom. Once you’re done, the dull buzzing in your head prevents you from even considering washing your hands, but you do stop by the sink when you see your reflection in the mirror.

Holy shit. Your face is, like, morphing or something. Your eyebrows thicken, your nose elongates, your jaw cracks and broadens. You feel a squirming feeling under your shirt and you tear it off, watching as muscle blossoms from beneath your skin. Any excess weight sloughing off, just like every last bit of body hair, leaving you with a taut and smooth torso. A brief flash of pain accompanies a tattoo that appears on your newly built pec.

You try to summon a feeling of shock, but you just… can’t. That dull buzzing is even stronger now. And you look too good, dude! You admire yourself in the mirror, not noticing as the bathroom furnishings change behind you.

You step out of the bathroom into the foyer of a house you no longer recognize. Well, you almost recognize it, but it’s definitely not YOUR house. You might have been able to put your finger on where you are, but something distracts you. A shirtless Zac Efron is standing in front of you with his shirt unbuttoned and a finger to his lips.

Is this… Are your fantasies coming to life? But in your fantasies, he’d be kissing you by now. He wouldn’t be giving you the shooing motion he’s currently doing. Za- Wait, what was his name? Zaccy? Zaddy? Teddy. Yeah, Teddy. Teddy whispers to you. “Get out of the way man, I’m pranking the new pledge.” You comply, your thoughts still hazy.

Your thoughts remain that way for the rest of the night. And for the rest of the week. And the rest of the month. But despite the constant dull roar, you put a few things together. You’re Pete Regazolli, proud vice-president of Delta Psi Beta. If you weren’t always this way, you don’t care to think about it. You’re still got a massive crush on Teddy, of course. You’re gay after all, and the whole frat knows it. But even if he isn’t into guys that way, at least you still get to spend all your time with him, staring at him when he’s not looking, touching him whenever you get the chance… A chance like the one you have right now, when you’re about to pull off a huge prank on this new pledge who has no idea what’s coming… Bro, it’s gonna be so lit!

[dumbass420bro]

I need a guy to call me his little bro

to make me wear backwards caps, tank tops and chains

to call me his dumbass meathead when i laugh at something stupid

to workout with me and feed me protein shakes

to call me his dumb himbo muscle slut as i suck his cock

to make me dumber and bigger

that’s the guy i want 💪💪💪

[onelittlespiral]

How about a jock twinning tf?👀

Looking alike, talking alike, then thinking alike

FML: Match

He never really stood a chance. The moment he walked into our new apartment together his days were numbered. No guy, and I mean no guy, can resist me for long. How could they, when it just feels so good to be me. He tried though. That first week he was a real prick. He would complain about my stuff everywhere, scoff at my friends, and try to cover up my scent. But 24/7 with me around starts to have an effect. I caught him picking up my stuff and stealing a quick sniff before throwing it in my room. The candles sat abandoned in his room. A pair of my boxers went missing. I finally caught him on week three. He was sitting, zoned out in the living room. It’s always so cute the first time they try to embrace it. Sprawled out on the floor, my boxers loose around his legs, hat backwards on his head. He already had a little beard going.

He didn’t even bother getting up when I came in. He was lost in the scent of me, and his body was trying everything to become what it was not.

“Get up!” His body came to as he snapped to attention. He tried making excuses, his face was a mix of confusion and horror at what he was wearing.

“I am so sorry, I have no idea… what’s happening? What are you doing to me?!?”

“I’m just living it up bro, you’re the one sitting in my underwear. You trying to be all of this?” I flexed my biceps in front of him, watching his body begin to pulsate. “Just flex bro. Let it out, let me out.” His arms curled and posed, copying my form. His forearms exploded with muscle, as he began to shout:

“No, please, let me go.”

“You can leave at any time, you just have to want to.” I struck another pose, popping my pecs and flexing my abs. He moved in unison with me, his stomach sucking in as abs pushed out. Pecs punched out of his chest with force as his torso stretched to copy mine.

“Please… I don’t want this. Why- how are you doing this?”

“It’s easy little bro,” I sat into a deep squat. His eyes rolled back in his head as his lower body erupted. Muscle tore through him, filling out calfs, thighs, and ass all at once. “I’m what every guys wants, what everyone craves to be. My scent, my hormones, my whole aura has been filling you for weeks. I’ve been inside. You’ve just got to let me out. Now,” I stood back up, his body parodying along like a puppet. His body was ready, even when his mind was not, “FLEX.” I hit a double-bicep pose.

“Ah…AuGH-AHHHGAUH!”

I was let loose from inside him.

It was like looking in a mirror. Fuck, I’m a stud. He was spacing out:

“Bro… no, fuck. Why, why do I sound like that?”

“You’re getting the full package little bro. You are going to look, sound, smell, think, and fuck just like me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He shuddered in response. Immediately his cock began swelling, snaking down his leg. His mind was saying no but his body was saying yes. By now his balls were pumping him full of my hormones, invading his mind and filling him with my horny thoughts. Hands gripped his cock as he began jerking off in front of me, speeding up his transformation. Drool dripped from his open mouth and rolled down his chest.

“No, please. Why-why does it… feel…so…goooood? Hu-ungh-uhhhHHHh…”

He was riding the waves of pleasure as they engulfed his brain. He never stood a chance against me, but it was still so hot to watch him submit to his fate. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and slowly I watched the lights go out upstairs. He was just like me now. No, better. He was me now. It was time. I walked up and pulled his hands from his cock, and replaced them with mine. I furiously began jacking him off as his brain short circuited and he just writhed in pleasure.

“Ha-hahu-ugh-huhuhuhuuuu-uHH-“

I leaned in, and planted one kiss on his sweaty brow and commanded:

“Now CUM.”

Instantly he let loose, hitting the back wall. It covered my hands, just adding to the lubrication as I finished him off. Rope after rope flew across the room, until he was shooting blanks still thrusting against my hands. He slowly slumped to the floor

“How you feeling bro?” I asked him

“Huuuuuuh…fuck bro I’m spent. You’re a god. How do you manage to get that much out of me every time?”

I chucked a bit. “I know all the right buttons to push bro. I just do what I would do to me.”

“God, I’m not gonna be horny for a week”

“Pfft, knowing you? I give it an hour.”

“God we’re so hot bro…”

The comment caught me a bit off guard. Did he… no. There wasn’t any part of him left that would know what just happened to him. I leaned in and gave my new doppelgänger a kiss:

“Yeah we are, bruh.”

[highscorehimbo]

As you head home tonight remember that you are not who you have to be at work.

You can be whatever it is you want to be at home. And I think what you want is to be a himbo. And you can do it dude. You just gotta let go and stop trying.

Just be. Dumb, muscular, and kind. So flex, smile dumbly and put on that hypno file bro. It’s time for you to be who you really fucking are.

[frostedbloons]

Virus

Paul began to feel strange as soon as he locked eyes with some guy dancing his pecs in the gym mirror. Rolling his eyes, he was always annoyed by all those sorts of guys, especially because he found them so… distracting. Paul was kind of a short femboy-ish guy, and it had always irked him that his exact type was the most obnoxious sort of guy… This guy was especially entrancing though - it was a solid five seconds before Paul shook out of it and got into the locker room to change.

Strangely though, it felt more difficult than usual to get his usual tight fitting gym attire off. And damn, today was a cardio day, but he somehow must've got quite the pump in because his quads and chest were looking huge… Instinctively, Paul strode up to a nearby mirror and gave a quick flex - Man, he was looking built!

He started to walk back to the car, but was drawn over to a different mirror after a few steps... this 6'3 body felt huge. Feeling his mind suddenly slow down, he began to loose interest in this big body. He felt his mind drifting to forms more small… more feminine… Idly, he began pumping his pecs in the mirror.

"Huhehu, this feels good at least. Maybe I can pick up Kenzie on the way home. She's usually down…"

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

He saw those stupid glasses sitting on the bench. They'd make him look just like a jock, it would be funny. He put them on and his demeanor shifts. He takes off his shirt to reveal his bare chest and "guns"... except nothing there was notable—yet. He's been talking to guys and girls alike for the past five minutes as his sense of shame and modesty becomes a distant past. He's settled on a bench—legs spread wide to accommodate his...adequate package.

Don't get me wrong, he's starting to look good... but wait five minutes... he's gonna look much more the part, and whatever you're wanting to do—I can guarantee, he'll be down for it too.

[thefunkfactory]

Jake’s Butt Blasts

You knew it was a bad idea going to his house for the project, the dumb jock you were partnered up with invited you to his place to work on your guys Economics project. As you walked up to his dorm you could hear him on the phone talking to someone about the “scrawny nerd he had to be paired up with”, you didn’t even care that he was complaining about you because you had been constantly complaining about being paired up with him to your friends. You knocked on the door and heard him say goodbye to the person on the phone and then the door swung open. “YO BRO WHATS UPPPPP?” he asked in a dull yet naturally loud voice. You wanted to roll your eyes knowing that you were probably going to have to do all the heavy lifting for the project, “Hey Jake uhhhh thanks for inviting me over I guess.”. You stepped into his dorm, he must’ve gotten lucky because it looks like he somehow scored a dorm all to himself! “Hey do you not have a roommate or anything?” you asked him, “Nah, I did but I guess they didn’t like staying with me. He said something about the smell being too strong, I guess he couldn’t handle the smell of a real man.” Jake shrugged. As he was saying that you began to notice the aforementioned “smell of a real man”, the room reeked of cum, unwashed clothes, and worst of all it was like a cloud of body odor constantly resided in the room. You didn’t wanna be too rude upfront so you bit your tongue and said nothing about it. Jake kicked some junk away on the floor to create a path for you to get to his desk without stepping into a sea of used clothes and beer cans. You set up shop on the desk trying to not touch anything given that half of the stuff in here is pretty much contaminated with Jake’s funk.

As you begun to open up your laptop and get to work Jake jumps up onto his bed and lets out a loud fart PFFFFBBTTTTT, “Huhuhuh sorry bro had one too many Bud Lights I guess!”. You wave your hand in front of your face hoping to wave away Jake’s potent fart fumes that were filling the room, “Jake, can you maybe try and hold your stench in? At least while i'm here.”, “Oh yea totally man sorry about that! Its just so natural to spread my man stink ya know. Huhuhuh”. “Yea…whatever you say man. Do you mind if we break up the project and split up what each of us is doing?” You said hoping he would just go along with your idea and maybe do at least something. “Ehhhh I think it would just be easier for the both of us if you just do it. I'm probably just gonna keep making mistakes and ruin it bro.”, not wanting to put up a fight with a dude that could easily push you around, you just agreed and began silently working while he played CoD on his bed next to you.

After a few hours you were getting a bit restless and piped up to tell Jake, “Hey I’m gonna go take a quick walk outside and just relax for a bit, do you mind just finding the charts to put onto the slideshow?”. He guffawed and rolled his eyes, “Dude I think you should keep working and do that shit yourself.”. Not liking his attitude you retorted, “Jake I have been working for hours and I just need to get a break from what feels like the toxic stench hanging in this room! I'm going outside and getting some fresh air! I’ll be back in a bit.”, covering your nose with your shirt you stormed outside.

While outside you paced around the outside of the building and felt a bit guilty for yelling at Jake. He is just a little bossy that's all, he probably didn’t deserve to get yelled at like that. You kept walking for a few more minutes and decided that it would probably be best if you apologized just a little for lashing out like that.

Walking back into the dorm room Jake was nowhere to be found, you told yourself he was probably just going to the bathroom or went on a walk too. As you walked back to the desk and sat down you could tell that Jake let out another fart while you were gone. You decided that since he wasn’t here you could put your headphones on and try to distract yourself from the lingering butt funk in the room. Working away for probably only about a few minutes you feel your headphones get ripped off of your head. Turning around you came almost face to face with Jake’s shirtless body, with his armpit on full display.

“UGH JAKE! YOU REEK DUDE!” you shouted out, “Look man I'm sorry I snapped at you it wasn’t right, but you really shouldn’t make people smell your pits just because they ticked you off.”. “Dude you need a total reality check man. I’m gonna help you with that” Jake said completely ignoring what you just said. “What are you talking about man! Put your arm down! It really is starting to stinkkkk…” You said as your words began to drift off. “Huhuh! You’re gonna have a whole new viewpoint when I’m done with you!”

Jake jumps back up on the bed and commands you to come sniff his feet. “Fuck no Jake! This is getting weir-“, PFFFFFBBBBTTT, “Ahhhhhhh” Jake moans out, “Huhuhuh! That one really reeked! Now, come sniff my feet bro.” For whatever reason, as the fumes from Jake’s latest butt blast assault your nose, you realize you should do what Jake commands of you. Without saying a word you got up from the desk and got on your knees right in front of Jake's sockless rancid dogs. “Sniff” Jake ordered. As the foot funk shot up your nostrils and straight into your brain you could feel something shifting.

You felt a light aching sensation spread across your body all at once, it felt as if you had a slight cramp in every part of your body, and all at once your entire body began to change. Your feet quickly turned from a size 9 into a size 14, and just like the feet in front of you, a strong fetid foot funk began to rise up from your massive behemoths. You felt Jake’s feet grow farther away from you as you began to grow taller. Your legs now grown into massive logs, muscular and hairy, propelled you to an admirable height at 6 '7. Topping off the tree trunk legs you now possess grew two massive stinking mounds of fat, perfect for releasing eye watering fumes into a nerd's face.

A gut wrenching pain overtakes you as your stomach begins to twist and turn into an impeccable 6 pack so hard that it is capable of sharpening knives. Next up is your shoulders and arm, you feel like you have been carrying pounds of stone atop your shoulders, they stretch out becoming something that a real man can be proud of. As your shoulders stretch into place your arms begin to inflate causing them to look akin to rolling hills when you flex them. Your armpits fill in with foul-smelling hair that hasn’t been touched by deodorant or soap since middle school. You’ve always wanted to let your pheromones exist as a natural aphrodisiac to all the horny gay guys who have always drooled all over you. As the stench from your pits begins to add to the preexisting amalgamation of pure unadulterated bro-stink in the dorm room your face begins to transform. Your nose cracks and shortens, yet not altering your ability to huff Jake’s foot funk. Your eyebrows grow messy and your eyes lose their sparkle and become dull orbs. Your lips shrink becoming less plump and your mouth becomes cramped as it needs to fit your now massive tongue. And the last part of you that is about to undergo the jockification is your gorgeous hair purposefully and painstakingly styled everyday to look like an effortless fluffy mane. It quickly turns into a simple jock haircut which perfectly matches the simple jock you are about to be when you have finished transforming.

Seeing that you have finished the physical jockification Jake giddily and rhetorically asks you “Are you ready to be just as dumb as you look hot stuff ?”, knowing full well that the cloud of stink sitting in your skull prevents you from saying anything back. “Huhuhuh, it’s gonna be so nice to have a roomie who loves man stink just as much as me.” Jake announces as he commences your mental transformation. PPFFFFFBBBBBTTTT. Jake releases another round of funk filled flatulence and watches as his new best friend inhales his fart. As the fart quickly rushes through your brain it turns anything it encounters into a broified memory. The years of studying history and social science turns into years of working up a stink with your best friend Jake. The hours it took to apply to this college and apply for loans turn into a full ride scholarship for your soccer prowess. All of your memories with your gal pals in highschool turn into memories of goofing around with your bros. All of your intelligence and memories are wiped out or transformed in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a dumb, horny nineteen year old who can only pass his classes due to the tutoring he receives from the nerdy boys who want a piece of you.

Getting up from your knees and slowly regaining your bearings, you look around the room seeing all of your things scattered about the floor and the posters of half naked men all over your wall. “Huhuhuh Jake did you hot box the room with your farts againnnnn” you dumbly inquired, “Uhhh yea bro of course I did! Who else can let out such a potent blast from the ass! Buhuh” Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at his own stupid joke. “Well we gotta open a window cuz I have a date coming over and I don't need them thinking that we always smell so rank.” you responded. “Ummmm but bro like…we do always smell rank.”, “Well I just don't want to knock him out with your fumes okay dudeeeee!”. “Wait…him?” Jake asked, “Yea Jake, HIM. You’ve known that I've been gay since like high school! Duuuuhhhhh!”. “Damnit! The stink didn’t change that!” Jake groaned out, “What are you talking about dude?” You said as Jake make a concentrated expression and turned his back to you. “What was supposed to chang-“ PPPPFFFFBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! Jake let out the longest fart you have ever heard him let out, and once again Jake’s gas went straight to your brain reaching deep enough to turn the last pre-jockified bit of you, your gayness, into pure heterosexuality. Physically recoiling from the stink you felt your desire to conquer a twink turn into a desire to impregnate a dumb blonde. As the mental transformation was finally totally complete you watched as right before your eyes the posters of hunky men turned into posters of big boobed bimbos.

“Huhuhuhuh bro I can't wait to spread my seed into the dumb bitch I met at the Frat Party the other day!” You said pawing at your crotch. That perfect butt of yours will now never be used for anything other than hotboxing a room with your gas or shitting out the smelliest dumps ever.

[tidetfs]

Drip.

Wade peered through his large glasses at the murky white-ish liquid falling from his ceiling into the bucket.

Drip

He gave a sigh of annoyance as his expensive gaming laptop whirred to life, grumbling about having to call maintenance and however much he was paying for this place.

Drip.

Wade’s nose wrinkled as a slight whiff of BO reached his nose. “Ugh” he shivered, reaching his arm up to check his pit. Dry. Huh. Wade turned back to his laptop, typing the first line of his email before—

Drip.

The sound echoed off the bare walls as the smell assaulted him again. “What the hell?” Wade turned around again and set his laptop on the desk, peering into the bucket.

Drip.

Wade gagged as another wave of that god awful BO stench hit him in the face, but then he paused, staring down at the murky off-white liquid slowly filling the bucket.

Drip.

He sniffed again, breathing a little deeper. The smell had become more intense as the bucket began to fill up and—

Drip.

His brow furrowed as he let a little more of the smell in, the bucket beginning to smell like a locker room or a runner’s pit on a hot summer day. "W-Wait" Wade stammered. How did he know what that would smell like?

Drip.

The odor made his eyes flutter slightly as he stared down at the bucket, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Drip.

“Mmmm” Wade breathed deeply, his mind blurring at the edges. It was becoming harder to think the more of the manly musk he let in. He blinked, feeling the front of his jeans tent slightly, his vision going dark…

Drip. Drip. Drip….

“Ahh! Wade shot awake. How long had he been here? His mind darted, it was dark outside now.

Drip.

His eyes peered back at the bucket, now half full, gagging again at the smell, posters now peeling off the walls, the surfaces slick with some sort of liquid.

“Agh!” Wade brought his hand to his mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit as he raced to the door, jiggling the slick handle only to find it locked.

“W-what…” Wade started to panic as the fuzziness began to return to his mind, turning slowly to face the leak.

Drip.

Wade breathed deeply, letting the scent of a hundred sweaty jockstraps enter him, the wave of stench sending him to his knees. His vision blurred as his mouth hung open, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as the fumes sent a shock through his body, causing his member to tent his pants, straining against the denim.

Drip. Drip.

He moaned as he unzipped his jeans, letting his throbbing erection spring free as he shucked his shirt and jacket, throwing them across the room.

Drip.

As the stench of stale sweat washed over him, his mind melted into the puddle of musk. His eyes rolled involuntarily as his head lolled back, his dick already dripping with precum.

Compelled by some force, the nerd began to pull his pale, thin body across the floor towards the bucket, with each breath feeling like he was inhaling a locker room’s worth of ripe, cheesy musk.

His hand gripped the bucket, bringing the rim to his nose and inhaling the fumes, moaning into the rim as his body shook. His eyes fluttered again as his hand gripped his cock as he began to stroke.

It was impossible for him to think, the only thing he could feel was the smell, his mind becoming mush.

He couldn't stop his hand, his strokes speeding up as the scent of musk filled his mind, his hand moving faster and faster, the scent filling him with a primal urge, his body writhing on the floor, his mind a blurry mess as he stroked himself faster, his mind lost to the musky aroma.

Despite the small part of his brain telling me not to, Wade knew what to do, reaching out his tongue to catch one of the drops.

Drip.

Instantly, his body was wracked with heat. Wade fell back onto the floor as sweat began to pour out of his pores as if he had just finished a long, grueling game in the heat. His glasses were quickly coated in a layer of steam, making the world around him blurry.

He didn't care.

Wade continued to stroke himself, his body tensing as his hands moved faster and faster, the sensation building up in his abdomen.

Drip.

More. He needed more. More of that intoxicating smell. Wade pulled himself across the floor towards the bucket, lifting himself so his lips could lap up the sweaty droplets.

The taste was incredible.

Wade's eyes rolled into the back of his head once more as the taste of the pure, unadulterated musk exploded across his tongue. His hand pumped his cock faster and faster as he lapped at the bucket. He could barely think, the taste sending him over the edge.

Wade let out a loud moan as his body began to shake, the smell sending his body into overdrive. He could barely hear his own screams of pleasure over the sound of his blood pumping in his ears, as he started to feel his body change.

His arms were the first to feel the effects. The skinny limbs started to bulge, his muscles growing larger, thicker, and stronger. Wade could barely notice, his mind lost in the smell. His body was shaking, his back arching as his torso expanded, his stomach becoming rock hard, his pecs becoming two firm mounds, his shoulders becoming broader.

Drip.

Wade continued to moan as he felt his chest grow heavier, his pecs growing into large, round melons. He could barely think, the sensation was so overwhelming. He couldn't stop stroking, his cock continuing to grow, his balls becoming two large, swollen orbs. His hair was plastered to his head, the sweat dripping from his body.

He could feel his body changing, his muscles growing, his ass becoming rounder, his hips becoming wider. His cock continued to grow, his balls becoming larger and larger, until they were obscene and drooping.

Drip.

Wade was a sweaty, writhing mass on the floor, his body shaking, his cock leaking precum. His hair was plastered to his face, growing longer and unkempt as the sweat poured down his cheeks, his mouth hanging open, his tongue lolling out.

Drip.

Wade groaned and whimpered as more drops began to fall from the ceiling, landing on his chest and causing his muscles to clench, his back arching. The sweat dripped down his face, his neck, his chest, his back, his arms, his legs, his feet, his toes, his fingers.

Drip.

Every drop caused his muscles to spasm, his body convulsing, his cock leaking more precum. His pecs were so large, he could barely see over them. His ass was so round, he couldn't even sit properly.

Drip.

His entire body was covered in sweat, his entire body dripping with it. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock twitching.

Drip.

He moaned and whimpered as his face cracked and changed, becoming model-like, his glasses breaking and falling to the floor.

Drip.

He groaned, the scent sending his mind into overdrive, his body twitching and convulsing. His muscles were so large, they were bursting through his clothes.

Drip.

Every muscle in his body was on fire, his body drenched in sweat. He could barely think, his mind overwhelmed by the scent.

Drip.

He gasped as he felt his mind go blank, his body shaking as he came. His orgasm was so powerful, his balls contracted, forcing the cum to spurt out of his cock. The force was so great, the stream of cum flew through the air, covering the room.

Drip.

"Ah!" Wade gasped as the drops fell onto his skin, sending waves of pleasure through his body, his cock spraying his seed all over the room.

Drip.

The drops kept falling, causing Wade's orgasm to continue, his body shaking. He could barely think, his mind was swimming as all paths of higher thought were permanently wiped away, replaced by an unending desire to bury himself in the pits and crotches of sweaty men. His hair grew out, becoming blonde and shaggy, signifying his permanent change.

Drip.

It was not for hours that he finally left the house; but the Wade who walked in would never return.

[ultram0th]

@musclejedi7

Request: Love this one! I’d love to be turned into a huge guy like that. 😍😍😍🍆🍆 [Link]

-- -- --

Your life magically changed one day at the gym. You were working out after a particularly hectic day at the office, blowing off some steam at the weight pile and enjoying the sights of the muscled up studs as they waddled around.

Your attention quickly snapped away from your workout when you instantly went hard, your five inch cock rocketing to life. At first, you blushed at how tented out your shorts were, but then your eyes widened when you witnessed your cock throb and lengthen.

Every time your member throbbed, it pulled further away and thickened until your normal five incher had morphed into a nine inch beast that was nearly as thick as your wrist.

Before you could react, your entire body seemingly exploded with size. Your shoulders broadened as your back muscles thickened to larger proportions. Your arms followed suit, beefing up with serious size, turning your biceps from little mounds to the size of bowling balls that clashed with your inflated lats. Your pecs puffed up and protruded off your chest at a crazy degree, stretching your tank top to the limit. You were forced to readjust your stance as your thighs steadily grew rounder and larger, forcing you to stand almost bowlegged. The sheer size of your thighs forced your lengthened cock and orange-sized balls out in front as they pressed noticeably against your shorts. The thin material of your shorts seemingly vacuumed around your package of your ass ballooned to the size of basketballs.

As a final touch, you felt your skin start to prickle as manly hair sprouted out, covering your inflated muscles, especially your massive chest.

"Holy shit," you mumbled to yourself, bristling at your deeper voice. You examined your hulking form in the mirror, figuring that you must've packed on at least one-hundred pounds of beefy muscle.

Without a second thought, you flexed a massive bicep, marveling at its size. The action left your hairy pit exposed and the stench of manly musk permeated the air, causing your throbbing cock to twitch with want.

"Damn, wait 'til the guys at the office see..." you trailed off and your eyes widened as a fog settled inside your head. A brief flicker of panic rippled through your new bodybuilder form as you struggled to remember your office job... or really much of anything. You even looked towards one of the placards on the gym wall and scrunched up your brow in confusion as you tried hard to read what it said. Your slow brain struggled to focus on anything besides muscles and cock.

The panic quickly left when one of the other guys at the gym walked up and clapped a hand onto your broadened shoulder. "Lookin' big, Dude," he gushed.

Without a moment's hesitation, you threw both of your massive arms above your head and performed a double biceps pose. "Wanna feel, Little Man?" you asked the much smaller guy, leaning in closer.

The other guy hungrily ran his hands over your bulging muscles in awe.

The whole time, your cock throbbed as he worshipped you, and you gradually fell into your new life as a dumb, perpetually horny musclestud.

[dumbass420bro]

imo bros the best himbo isn’t the guy who’s super mega ripped, with insane amounts of definition, it’s the guy who has more meat that brains, with massive muscle tits and biceps the size of pillows

THAT’S the himbo i wanna be 💪💪💪

[occamstfs]

To The Ground Floor

Heyo- Saw this next picture and just had to use it so here’s a businessman to dumb sub twunk TF! 

If anyone wants to suggest a prompt for my 1K follower post here’s the link- https://forms.gle/NE66kaH4KJxkhgPk9

Probably be wrapping it up/posting a poll soon! -Occam

I don’t know what my company was thinking when they scheduled our conference in Tenerife. It would be one thing if it was a retreat or team vacation, but it is nearly impossible to get any real work done with all these tourists stomping around and getting in my way. I was set to make it early to our morning meeting, as I always do, before this twat forced his way in before I could get to the close door button. He surely noticed since he glared at me before returning to focus on the only thing that seems to matter to him, his vanity.

In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help but scoff as he started to take a picture of his reflection in the door. It was immature, but when dealing with this crowd of influencers or whatever these childish twits has put me off my usually stoic demeanor. He immediately responded with aggression, “You laughin’ mate? You lot all think you’re so much better than us eh?” He scowls once more at me and to his credit, I do think myself superior to him. Not afraid to say it either.

I open my mouth to shoot some clever insult at him but before I can the delinquent fully spits at me! Where does he get off! The elevator chimes as it stops at the sixth floor. I grab my handkerchief to wipe the spit off my dress shoes as I hear him run off, shouting “you’ll get yours ya git!” I look up to see the small of his back showing beneath his trailing coat and mesh top. I can’t help but stare as he runs, asshole he may be but, god, he is hot isn’t he?

I cough as I can’t believe I thought that! He’s absolute filth! Parading himself around dressed like that on a work day, my word! I don’t notice that there is no longer a handkerchief in my hand as I reach to wipe the spit off my shoes with my now empty hand. As I finally wrest my eyes from his pert body I notice that the villain pushed every button in the elevator. So help me god if I’m late to my meeting I will find him and- well, there’s not much I can do. I’m not exactly the peak specimen, unlike, uh him I suppose.

The doors click closed and begin to take me to the fifth floor. I consider hopping off to take the stairs but I’m sure he’ll be there waiting for me. I go to check my rolex when I notice I’m not wearing it? I would never go to a meeting without it though? My mind grows foggy as I thoughtlessly wipe the spit still on my hand on my suit. God it’s a little warm in this elevator isn’t it. I sniff the air and find that it still smells of that jerk. His cologne must’ve been something intense.

I continue to whiff the air before realizing that it is clearly not perfume but his natural body odor, blushing as I grow slightly jealous at his scent. I find my mind drifting as I think what a man he must be to smell so, mm. The only word I can think is, virile? Ugh, I need to get to work, this is going to set me back. The doors clink open to the fifth floor as the heat only continues to grow. Why am I wearing such a thick suit jacket anyway? It is so fucking hot on this island. I absolutely hate it here. I’ll just take it off for the rest of the elevator ride. Yeah, that couldn’t hurt right? My eyes glaze over as I think of his coat trailing off his head as he ran down the hallway and I bite my lip.

God that hot fucker. My jacket falls to the floor and before I can catch it it’s as if it was never there. I grunt as I think once more of my upcoming meeting. Surely they won’t judge right? My mind shuffles as I don’t even try to understand what has happened to my jacket. The fogginess in my head swiftly finds a form though as I see his smug smirk in my mind. Fuck I- I need to fuck him, or be fucked or? I grunt once more, my voice noticeably more dull. I try to fan my shirt open as the heat grows worse and I find myself growing hornier by the second. The elevator is already on the way to the fourth floor without my notice. I give up fanning my shirt and instead just open the buttons when I am suddenly met with something I cannot reconcile. When the fuck did I get, such, fuckable pecs? I press a finger into my own chest and start to drool as I see the depth of my muscle. I see my brown nipples grow and try to wipe the pooling drool from my mouth as I think how much my body looks like that uh, that twit? No that uh, that hot fucker?  I feel like I’m losing my mind. Or, losing myself? Uh..

The doors open and close on floor four as I struggle to think of absolutely anything but that, uh, stud. My own chest jutting out forces me to think of his own hearty pecs. The powerful curves of his body stretching his fishnet top, ugh. I see the biceps now on my own arms and struggle to not flex them thinking of that staring at himself in the elevator’s reflective wall and posing. I stare at the abs pushing out of my torso and think of his cinched waist peeking out from those sagging pants. God why didn’t I just try to fuck him then oohh.. Or no, Why didn’t I give myself to him..I moan as I loosen my belt, trying to allow my growing erection some air, instead giving my cock and ass more space to expand.

God his fuckable ass was impossible to miss even through those jeans. I bite my lip once more trying to stop myself from moaning as the doors open to the third floor. No one is there to see or hear me as my pants drop to the floor and disappear as if they were never there. As if I would wear pleated pants ever I think blushing. My cock begins to grow to fill my boxers. Or no hee hee- Surely I’m not wearing boxers right haha, giggling as I look down and see the clear imprint of my erection in my tight spandex. Mikey would never let me wear something so unattractive as boxers~

I feel an itch in my crotch as I think of Mikey once more, not hesitating to wonder how I could possibly know his name. Nor why he brings me such intense, feelings. It’s just, I’m so lucky to have him! Ah- I might lose control if I keep thinking about him, I need to keep it together for my uh, meeting? I shove my hand into my crotch to deal with whatever that itch is when I find it’s not my still growing cock, but a jungle of pubes that have begun to grow down there. I feel my fingers drag through them, now covered in sweat as the pubes begin to push themselves above my waistline. 

I giggle to myself as I see the thick black hair inch its way to create a perfect treasure trail up my stomach. I’ve gotta keep it looking good for Mikey after all! I play with the lengthening hair in my crotch, giggling to myself, as the elevator makes its landing on the second floor. I raise my sweaty hand to smell it as some prude stares in disbelief in the elevator lobby. I smile coily at him as he narrows his eyes in shock. He almost looks a little familiar but I’d certainly not waste any of my time on him haha!

He decides not to get on for some reason, not that I care as I look at my sharpening reflection. I play with my chest feeling the ebb and flow of my strength as I start to smell my own scent fill the elevator. I notice my feet are now bare on the dirty elevator’s floor. Ah, I hope Mikey won’t be upset if my feet are gross, smiling to myself as I think of him chewing me out. I feel a similar forest begin to grow in my pits as the elevator stops unceremoniously on the first floor before making its way to the ground floor.

I rub my hands all over on my now almost completely unclothed body as I feel my spandex shrink and tighten into a yellow speedo. My hands glide smoothly around the muscular curves, only ever getting caught on my tangled pubes as I giggle to myself. Wasn’t there something I had to do when I got to the ground floor? I raise my arm to bask in my scent as the elevator finally delivers me to my destination, and who could be standing there but Mikey!

“Mikey!” I shout at him! He looks so happy to see me, before responding, “well you’re looking great aren’t ya love.” He pushes and prods me as if he’s inspecting me as I proudly stand there giving him the doe eyes he demands. He smirks as he pulls me out of the elevator and plants his lips on mine. I can barely help but come right there as I feel my cock stretch at my speedo. I moan but keep it together, feeling his pursed lips grow into a smirk before he pulls away and laughs. 

I tilt my head at him before he speaks once more, “you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now right, pet?” My face grows warm with blush, surely betraying my cluelessness as I struggle to remember. I had a meeting or? No, Haha As if! I, I could never work a stupid office job~ I try to look as coy as possible, inviting him to jog my memory. His eyes grow dark, not from aggression, but a hunger welling within him as he answers, “I need ya to get those posh wankers and bring them to me eh, doll? Need to them to submit yeh?”

My smile grows wide as my mind fills with excitement for this task. I’m gonna be so good and Mikey will be so proud of me! None of those boring businessmen will be able to resist me hehe! I begin to make my way out to the beach looking for any salarymen looking especially susceptible to my charms. I strut around, my body on display to everyone, monkeysuit suckers and other horny tourists alike. As if any of them have something more important going on hee hee! Soon they’ll all realize there is nothing more important than pleasuring Mikey!

[justa-dumbbear]

Stank Prank

BRAAAAAP

“Whoooooo! That was a BIG ONE!”

I cringed and plugged my nose as I leaned over my paper. Brayden was at it again. He had brought his nasty friends over and was having a farting contest with them. I didn’t understand why he had to be my roommate. Why couldn't he be staying at one of the nasty frat houses or with his other jock friends? Why did I have to be the one who was forced to listen (and smell) an orchestra of farts and burps while I studied. I tried talking to the housing department about it, begging for a different roommate. I would have taken literally anybody else, but they said that there was nothing they could do. I was stuck with him. 

Ever since the day I first moved into the dorm, I had been subjected to the tortures of Brayden’s flatulence. Over time I had gotten mostly accustomed to the smell (a bucket full of air fresheners helped to keep my room mostly stench free), the sound is something I could never get used to.

BUUURRRPP

“Man that was NASTY!”

Even with my door closed, earbuds in, and focusing on studying, I couldn’t escape it. Enough was enough, I slammed open the door and stared angrily at the trio of jocks sitting on the couch and laughing their asses off.

“Look who finally came out to join us!” Brayden stood up, his massive 6’4 figure towering over me. “The nerd emerges from his cave.”

“Would it really kill you to put on some deodorant? Or maybe a visit to the doctor would be more beneficial, all of that farting and burping can’t possibly be normal.”

“You’re disgusting.” I said bitterly, “But then again I’m not surprised, I wouldn’t expect anyone other than a group of dumb, hairy animals to smell the part.” Brayden’s two friends snickered and made overexaggerated gasping sounds. I allowed myself a bit of a smirk, maybe this’ll put that jock into his place. 

Brayden seemed unfazed by my insults. “You know, I really wish you were more like us, man. You’d be really fun to have around. Plus, you look like you could pull off some NASTY shit.” “I’d rather do anything then regress to your level.” I huffed and slammed my door shut, muffling the sounds of their laughter. 

The next evening I came back to the dorm to find the place abandoned, no sign of Brayden or his dumb friends. I sighed, finally I would be able to be alone and get some studying done in peace and quiet. I closed my bedroom door and set down my stuff. Better get started before-

BRAAAAAP

I jumped out of my seat, was that me, or was that Brayden announcing his entrance? Further inspection revealed that there was nobody at the front door, which had to mean… Before I could even begin to imagine how Brayden would have reacted if he could have heard that, I spotted something red on the chair. I walked over and picked it up, a whoopie cushion.

“Verrrrry funny, Brayden.” I said aloud. “But if you think that-” I was interrupted as a pungent smell assaulted my nostrils. The whoopie cushion, there’s no way it could have created a smell right? I squeezed it again.

BRAAAAAP

Yup, it was definitely the whoopie cushion. But how was that even possible? And how did it smell that bad? I put the whoopie cushion down on the floor. There was probably some kind of fake fart spray coating the thing. Now, back to work, I really didn’t want to waste any more quiet time before-

BUUURRRPP

“Little bro I’m back!”

Fuck.

I started walking towards the door, exams were coming up and I really needed to study so I was prepared to BEG for some silence. As I made my way across the room, I tripped over the whoopie cushion

BRAAAAAP“Whoa little bro, that was a nasty one!”

The smell tripled in intensity, as I tried to get back up to open a window, my legs gave out and I fell back down onto the cushion.

BRAAAAAP

My eyes began to water. Every inhale of the pungent stink was making me feel lightheaded. After some struggling, I managed to stand up, I felt woozy, like I had inhaled laughing gas. It was getting harder to think, so hard, why think at all? I blinked. What was I SAYING? I tried to hold my breath as I opened the door, but found myself breathing heavily as the fumes coursed through my body. I flung open the door and stumbled into- my bathroom? Wasn’t I trying to leave my room? I’m so stupid I must have gone to the wrong door by mistake, heh. What the fuck was happening? As I tried to collect my thoughts, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked… good. My arms and chest appeared bigger and more toned and I felt taller. It must the the smell making me see things there’s no way-

BRAAAAAP

…

That one came from me. 

BRAAAAAP

That one too. 

With each fart, I found myself getting taller, more muscular and toned. My pale computer nerd body melted away into a sporty physique. 

“Come on little bro don’t you understand? You’re no fun, so I have to make you fun. I can’t believe that whoopie cushion actually worked! But the rest is up to me now. Did you know you REEK?”

I sniffed my armpits, they smelled awful. I began searching through the cupboards for some deodorant.

“Not that you care anyways.”

BRAAAAAP

That's right, I didn’t care. I loved my smell, I lived in it. Why would I want to get rid of it?

“You love being a stinky, smelly jock”

BRAAAAAP

“A dumb, stinky, smelly jock”

BRAAAAAP

“A stupid, dumb, stinky, smelly jock.” BRAAAAAP

With each inhale I found myself agreeing with Brayden. With each fart I found my old self laving. 

BRAAAAAP

BRAAAAAP

BRAAAAAP I was always a dumb, smelly jock.

I loved being a dumb smelly jock.

I began to take off my clothes.

Being dumb is so nice, no worries, no cares.

It feels so good to reek and smell like a man.

Each time Brayden repeated it, I found myself sinking deeper. My mind completely clouded over.

So dumb, so smelly.

I walked over to the couch and lay back on it, lifting my pits to let my smell permeate the room. 

“Isn’t that so much better?” Brayden asked, “It feels so good to be stupid and smelly, just like us.”

BRAAAAAP

[frostedbloons]

Emmett

Emmett had just received the chronviac in the mail yesterday, a magical device that allowed him to alter reality to his will... However, Emmett was doubtful it really worked. Incredulous, he decided to make himself into the most annoying guy he could thing of. Typing into the computer, he put:

"A frat bro through and through, Emmett's three loves in life are drinking, hanging out with his boys, and fucking chicks. And as a chiseled 6'2 guy with an insane package, he was pretty good at it too, even despite his cocky persona. Soaking in the summer rays, he pulled his shorts off and turned to his "lifelong girl" of this week."

However, as soon as he hit enter, Emmett felt strange. Growing rapidly while his surroundings faded into nothing, he blacked out. When he woke up, the first thing he felt was some sweet warmth on his bare chest.

Looking down, he saw some cute babe looking at him slightly confused. On instinct, he felt himself say, "Hey you want to get on your knees for me cutie? It's already past noon and we haven't fucked yet today huhe"

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Oops... sorry about this. I'm sure it's all rather shocking right now...

Your boyfriend here, he's an ex of mine. And I like to have some fun with my men by giving them some... triggers. So when you saw your geeky boyfriend put on the cap and jokingly said, "Now turn it around!"��well that activated one of those past prompts.

And this? This is what he looks like a little over halfway through the change. He's gonna be even dumber, bigger, and hornier than he is now—nothing like the the charming beanpole you're used to. The transformation is rather radical, but looking at your reaction I'm not sure you object.

Oh, and to answer your other question—yes, that bulge you can't stop staring at? That's still growing too.

[thefunkfactory]

The Fog

Felix knew he shouldn’t go outside, it wasn’t safe. All the news stations in the area were constantly broadcasting that a fog has swept into the valley and since it appeared four days ago people have been going missing. The rumor is that there are monsters in the fog, people can hear groans and grunts out in the fog but anyone who has gone to explore where they are coming from has been consumed by the fog and hasn’t come back out. The weirdest thing of all is that the fog is green, its a light green color that has a lingering stench which has been slowly filling the house Felix is holding up in. Felix was with his girlfriend at her place when the fog came through, he was going to just head home after it cleared but it has been days and it hasn’t let up. At one point Felix was just going to walk home, given that he lived only a twenty minute walk from her place, but when he opened the door the fog started to rush in and fill the foyer with a rancid smell. Quickly closing the door he moved away from the stench, but that was two days ago and he needs to go take care of his cat, his roomate normally does when he isn’t home but with people going missing he can't be sure that anyone is there to watch Mittens. His girlfriend pleaded with him not to go out but Felix gathered all his stuff anyways. To make her feel better, and truthfully to make him feel a bit better, he went and found a face mask in her bathroom. Now ready to go he headed over to his place promising to return, he would come back with some food and water, and Mittens, if all goes off without a hitch.

During the walk which felt like it took forever, as he wandered through the thick green fog that limited his vision to just a foot or two in front of him, Felix could constantly hear the groaning and grunts that the news stations mentioned. They were accompanied with sounds of metal clanging and what sounded like deep, dull laughter. Luckily the entire journey was uninterrupted, Felix made it to his apartment in perfect condition. Coming up to the lobby of the building Felix could see that the glass doors were smashed and the fog filled the common area. Worrying for his furry friend he hurried over the shattered glass on the floor and through the lobby to the stairwell, not wanting to take a chance with the elevator. Walking through the lobby he heard it again, a low, guttural groan that sounded closer than all the others he heard on the way over. Looking around fearfully, he saw a huge monstrous sized man stretched out on the floor stirring in his sleep. Hastening his step Felix made it to the stairwell and rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Coming upon his fourth floor apartment he was struck with a sense on confusion as he went to unlock the door to find it was left a little ajar. Quietly going inside, he sees the kitchen is much messier than normal, there are clothes all over the floor, and half the shoes on the shoe rack are at least a size 13. Searching around for his cat and trying to make as little noise as possible he comes up to his roommate's closed door, about to open it without thinking he looks down quickly and sees wisps of the smoke coming out of the room. Not wanting to reenter the fog, Fleix leaves the door closed and heads to the bathroom to continue the search. As he searches high and low in the bathroom, unbeknownst to him, the roommate’s door opens and Felix’s roommate comes out to find the source of the noise that is disturbing his nap. “What are you doing in my apartment pipsqueak?” Felix hears from behind him, “Andy! Thank god you're here! I can't find Mittens anywhere!” Felix says, turning around as he mentions Mittens. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Felix blurts out having turned around and been met with a huge hunk who is big enough to look like he could have eaten his roommate and smells like he just farted his roommate back out…

“Broooooooo” Andy groans “Who are you? This isn’t your place mannnnn. And why are you looking for Mittens? Mittens is my boyfriend's cat.”, “This IS my place and you don’t live here! I think you are in the wrong place!” Felix says scared to death of the huge stranger just a few feet away. “Huhuhuh you sound just like my roommate bro, you kinda look like him too, just…ya know he is more like me” Andy tells him, completely ignoring what he just said. “Eh whatever” Andy shrugs, “I think it’s time for you to go” Andy starts moving forward and reaches out to Felix. Felix tries to duck from the outstretched hand but his lithe movement doesn’t best the giant’s brute force, grabbing Felix by the shoulder Andy pulls Felix away and out of the bathroom and starts towards the door. Being pulled closer to the hunk Felix catches more than just a whiff of his funk. Between gags Felix pleads “PLEASE! PLEASE! NO THIS IS MY APARTMENT I NEED TO FIND MY CAT!” feeling pity on the weakling he is holding Andy bestows mercy upon Felix. “Uhhh okay sure you can look for your dumb cat but I'm gonna just stay here and watch.” Andy says audibly annoyed. Without saying a word he began looking around again for Mittens hoping he can find her before this reeking giant behind him loses his patience. After about ten minutes of looking, the entire time he can hear the hunk constantly fiddling around, making sounds of annoyance, and chuckling every time he belches out a blast of bad breath. Felix finally ends up in his roommate's bedroom, being the last place to look.

As Felix searches around in the blinding fog he finds the source of it, Andy left his window open and the fog has just been filling the room for days now. Mittens probably got out through the window. He starts to worry he wont find his cat. Felix hears the hunk clear his throat and say to himself “I'm bored, I want my boyfriend.” Felix feels his large sweaty hand grab the nape of his neck once more and before Felix can say a word he lifts Felix up and rips the mask off of him. “NO I NEED THA-“ Buh-UUUuuuuurpppp

The hunk belches right into Felix’s open mouth. Being completely caught off guard by this show of masculine power, he gasps in suddenly filling his lungs with the dense, stinking fog and the giants horrid breath. Immediately having a violent coughing fit from the unnatural scent that has just penetrated into his body, the giant drops the scrawny bro to the floor. Felix can't help but inhale more fog as he tries to stop the coughing, as the fog fills more of his lungs it slowly also begins to fill the rest of his body. It fills his feet enlarging them so that they’re able to hold up a mass of muscle like the one who has just subjected him to this torture, his legs grow massive and muscley as his ass begins to inflate along side his legs. Felix’s hole begins to loosen up and his cheeks grow in respectable, hairless, beach balls that lightly clap behind him with every step. In the front a transformation was also occurring, changing Felix’s long. cut skinny-boy-dick into a shorter but chubbier uncut, cheesy, schlong. Felix’s tummy changes just a little, turning from a tough four pack into a soft tummy perfect for filling up from behind or resting your head on after a sensual “exercise” session. Felix tried to grab his stomach as it changed, as if that would stop the transformation. As Felix clutched his stomach his chest began to inflate into soft pecs more akin to pillows than true pectorals. And his arms followed suit, expanding into fatty tissue more than muscled mounds, soft and pliable muscles that are still capable of lifting up boulders. Felix felt a wild itching sensation in both of his armpits at the same time, as he moved one of his small hands to hopefully cease the itching he was met with a forest of hair invading his once always shaven pits. Shocked by this he ripped his hand away for just a second. Immediately his hands, much like his feet enlarged, his fingers fattened up and expanded and his palms became hugely swollen compared to his previously dainty hands. Felix felt his coughing die down and thinking he would finally be able to catch his breath was again caught off guard by another coughing attack. All while this is happening, standing above the himbofying Felix is the hunk that started the transformation, watching silently and groping his own cheesy, unwashed dick. Felix in the grasps of his second coughing fit heard his nose crack and felt it shift into a new form, changing from a longer nose with a more rounded end into a shorter, flatter nose, perfect for sticking it into an unwashed armpit or smelly crotch. He felt his eyes become slimmer and his eyebrows grow more hair than ever, and he felt as his mouth transformed into a perfect set of teeth holding back a large thick tongue perfectly for cleaning the funk off of someone’s feet. Keeping the newly minted tongue and teeth hidden was a pair of lips inflating into the best dick sucking lips ever. Felix could feel his sharp, cut jaw expand into a squarer and softer jawline that melted into his ever growing neck that needed to match the intake his plump lips would now be inviting. The last change was his hair as it turned from cute light brown curls into a mop of dark brown hair that crowned Felix’s perfect himbo body.

Felix, unable to escape the coughing fit, felt a throbbing in his head as he continued to writhe around on the floor of the fog-filled bedroom. His giant hands moved to grasp his big manly head. The fog had finally begun melting away his brain. Seeing this happen the hunk hovering above him got between Felix’s thunder thighs and unbuttoned Felix’s khakis, suctioning his mouth onto Felix's unwashed himbo dick, the giant began to suck which alleviated Felix’s throbbing headache. For a second the thought came across Felix’s mind that this stranger shouldn’t be sucking him off like this, but just as quickly as the thought came to him, he felt it sucked down and out of his brain. He felt this happening for all the thoughts he kept having about what was happening to him, but all of them kept disappearing until Felix simply stopped thinking and let blissful stupidity take over his mind. Soon the stupidity began to encroach onto pre-existing knowledge, Felix’s knowledge of advanced mathematical formulas got sucked into his sack and replaced with knowledge of how to douche and knowledge of physics melted down into cum and instead was replaced with knowledge of how to move his ass and hips to make his bros cum quicker. Soon not a single intelligent thought would be left behind, all replaced with dumb, gay thoughts making Felix the perfect fucktoy. The last thought Felix would have was “Why do I know so much gay stuffffff…Does my girlfriend like this?” Before he could even comprehend an answer his memories would start to dissolve into his sticky white seed. His years spent taking advanced courses in school turned into every summer being spent in summer school, him taking his girlfriend’s virginity became his ass being filled for the first time by his boyfriend Andy, and the years spent training to try and be a D1 Soccer player turned into wrestling other sweaty guys for hours every day. Soon just like his thoughts and knowledge every memory would be lost to the sticky sea in his balls. As the pressure in his brain built to its peak Felix felt his hips begin to buck into his boyfriend’s mouth, soon all that was Felix before he was himbofied was churning in his balls and then shot into the smelly hunk sucking on his dick, his once bright brown eyes fading like his brain into a dim, dull brown. With that the dazed himbo lays on the floor catching his breath. Getting up first Andy reches down and grabs Felix’s hand lifting him up, and in one swift motion lifts Felix’s arm into the air revealing his armpit. Leaning in for a sniff Andy forces his nose right into the forest of dark hair. Only catching a whiff of cheap AXE body spray, Andy pushes his boyfriend back onto his ass and pulls his own sweatpants down revealing his ass. “Wha-?” PFFFFBBBBTTTTT Felix starts to say as he is met with a direct hit to the face with a potent stream of gas. Becoming super dazed Felix barely knows what just happened as he is hit with another, this time wetter blast BWOMPPFFFFF. Having his hair pushed back Felix feels the stench cover his entire body, assisted by the fog and ass blast Felix finishes the last part of his himbofication. Felix’s large feet are incapable of wafting off any scent other than the buttery funk that has corrupted all of his shoes and the scent of the apartment. The gas going into Felix’s body through his mouth and nose reaches Felix’s gut giving it the ability to release butt blasts and malodorous burps. His armpits fill in with the purest himbo-stink, which quite literally contributes to the fog's green hue and absolutely rotten scent.

“Heh-Heh! Babe your butt stinks something awfullll” Felix dully says. Pulling up Felix once more Andy smells Felix’s armpit and grimaces and then dim-witted laughter burst out “Huhuhuhuhuh! You smell worse than my farts on a good day right now babe!” Andy kisses Felix and lets out a little burp into his mouth as he does so. “Huhuh. We really should help spread the fog to some un-himbofied weaklings around town.” Andy whispered to Felix. Thinking hard for a second, it slowly comes to Felix, the address he just came from is floating around in his brain, “Huhuh, just follow me babe, I know a place” Felix says to Andy. They both leave the bedroom and go grab their shoes on the shoe rack, now all the shoes are a comically large size and all reek of movie theater butter and a teenager boy’s feet that haven’t been washed in months. Slipping on the shoes without socks to maximize their stink Felix leads the way out of the apartment.