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Game, Sex, Match!

Summary: Patrick and Art have a game against each other coming up, Patrick decides to take some harsh precautions to guarantee a victory.

It was the day before the final round of the local tennis tournament, Patrick had spent all day practicing. He was nervous about going against his best friend Art and knew how important winning this was for his tennis career since the winner moved onto higher ranks. He couldn’t help but get frustrated during practice, images of Art flashing in his mind everytime he missed a shot… eventually the constant failures caused him to throw his racket in an act of rage. As he tried calming himself down he checked his phone, noticing a weird email from an unknown sender.

“Need a change in your life? Download The Lifetine app today! Guaranteed to improve everything and everybody!”

Patrick impulsively clicked on the download button, not even thinking about the dangers of a sketchy email. Once it finished he opened the app and quickly skipping the tutorial. He was greeted by his name at the top of the page and sliders with what seemed to be stats. “What is this shit? Height: 6’1, Build: Average, even my intelligence?” He nervously studied it a bit before deciding to try out a slider, moving his build slider a bit higher hoping to get himself a bit stronger! Assuming he wouldn’t lose anything if it was fake he took the risk… Almost instantly he felt the effects take place, feeling his body suddenly heat up as his muscles grew! He moved and flexed his body trying to get used to his newly added mass.

Patrick looked down as his phone again, remembering the match against Art as well as how far can he go with this app? He texted Art to meet him in the training facility saying he needed to show him something important, and Art quickly headed over! Patrick couldn’t help but smirk as his plan was set into motion! Art arrived after 30 minutes, as he walked in he noticed how much bigger his friend has gotten since their last meeting!

“Holy fuck Patrick! Did your coach give you steroids or something, how’d you gain that much??”

Patrick just laughed, explaining the new app he discovered and how it grew him! Art stared in awe, begging and pleading for Patrick to do the same for him! Patrick agreed and selected Art’s name on the app, slowly raising his muscle growth just as he did before! Art groaned as the warmth developed him, feeling his body grow. Once the warmth went away Art quickly looked at himself in the mirror to see the change, enamored by his new buff build. While Art was distracted though, Patrick continued the changes. “Sorry Art, can’t let you ruin my chances at the big leagues.” Patrick lowered Art’s intelligence slider and raised his libido, turning Art from a tennis prodigy to another himbo slut fueled by pleasure. Art moaned as the changes occurred, “F-Fuck Patrick… I feel so tingly… fuck I gotta….resist….” But it wasn’t long till the changes took over, leaving Art in nothing but a jockstrap checking himself out.

Art was obsessed with himself, his mind was filled with thoughts of getting his fat ass pounded and letting guys use him for pleasure. Tennis never even crossed his mind, all his knowledge of the sport was gone while the thought of being the perfect slut flooded his brain. Patrick stared as his friend felt himself up, feeling a bit of guilt knowing his transformed his friend into some dumbass with a fat ass over a tourney… but once they locked eyes the guilt instantly faded. Art just couldn’t help but bite his lip and attempt seducing his ex-friend with his new body. “Hey bro, never dated a tennis player before… maybe you could show me your racket sometime…” Art got close to his friend, feeling the heat between their bodies as the tension thickened. Patrick couldn’t reject the studs advances, taking a handful of Art’s new bubble butt as he invited him over for a night of pleasure! Ready to use Art’s ass as reward for the win he guaranteed himself, the guilt of the transformation fully left his mind as he enjoyed his brand new boytoy.

// Second story woo!! First character fanfic, hope y’all enjoy! Lmk if you’d want more, I loved writing it!

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Anthony was changing—and he could feel it in every flex, every lingering glance in the mirror. The gym had become more than just a routine; it was awakening something primal in him. Each session carved definition into his frame, but it wasn’t just muscle. His chest hair grew in denser, darker, spreading like wildfire. Stubble thickened along his jaw, rough and unrelenting, upper lip hair exploding into a mustache. Even new patches of hair emerged in places that had once been smooth, as if his body was rewriting itself. He looked—and felt—undeniably more masculine. Even his cock and balls had grown heavier, fuller, as if this second puberty was claiming every inch of him. And Anthony? He wasn’t resisting it. He was hungry for more.

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Trouble at the Bachelor Party

“Dude! This is sick!”

“Bro, you’re telling me.” Liam replied, as him and his two friends explored the penthouse.

It was fully decked out. A massive flatscreen in the living room, a fully stocked bar, a beautiful view of the beach. It was everything Liam could’ve wanted. Initially, when his soon to be father-in-law offered his penthouse for the bachelor party, Liam was shocked. Mr. Reynolds often used phrases like “irresponsible”, “waste of time”, and “not good enough for my daughter” when talking about Liam. And he wasn’t afraid to let Liam know too.

“Dude! There’s a flatscreen in each bedroom too!” Chris shouted from down the hall, “Fuck, you were right. This guy’s loaded!”

It was true. Liam was marrying the heiress of a massive tech company. And Mr. Reynonds was certainly loaded. But despite his reassurances that he loved Susie, not their money, the older man viewed him suspiciously. Liam came from a pretty humble background and the world of upper class living wasn’t something he was used to. But perhaps letting them use his penthouse was Mr. Reynolds’s way of showing acceptance.

“Okay boys.” Liam said, “We have a few days here. Let’s make ‘em count.” He tossed Jeremy and Chris each a beer. After a quick toast to what was going to be the most incredible bachelor party on Earth, they downed their beers.

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“Lookin’ good.” Liam chuckled as he inspected himself in the mirror, “Can’t believe you’re actually getting hitched.” He flexed his bicep, “Sorry ladies, I’m off the market. Oof, I’ll have to practice that line a bit.” He grinned.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Jeremy sipping a beer on the couch. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. His dark brown hair was well styled, and his face clean shaven. He had that boy-next- door look that caused the ladies to swoon.

“Yo Jeremy, what’s up?”

“Not much, just texting Sarah.” He replied, “I forgot to let her know I got here safe and she’s pissed.”

“Oh shit dude.” Liam patted his friend on the back, “I feel for you.” Sarah could be scary when she was angry, but otherwise she was a solid 10. Liam looked forward to the day Jeremy proposed.

“All good.” Jeremy sighed, “Where the fuck is Chris?” Liam shrugged, “He kept me up all fucking night. Fucker must’ve been horny. I’ve never heard anyone moan so loud in my life.”

“Not even Sarah?” Jeremy didn’t seem amused.

“Seriously, we need to get him a girlfriend or something.”

Liam chuckled, “I guess I slept through it.”

“Lucky you.” The door to Chris's room suddenly opened and both men turned.

“Hey boys, sorry to keep you waiting!” The sing songy voice threw them both off, and Liam’s jaw dropped when he saw Chris. His muscles were proudly on display as always. But it was the tight speedo showing off his impressive bulge that shocked him, “Oh, is something wrong?” His voice carried a breathy sultriness, which was unusual for their bro.  

“Dude, I’m not one to judge, but don’t you think that’s a bit risqué?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow, “What would Jesus say?” It was well known Chris was religious. In fact, Liam and Chris had met at their college’s church.

Chris shrugged and ran a hand through his curly light brown hair, “Oh this? You like?” He grinned and did a quick pose, “Come on boys, we’re burning daylight!” He said, sauntering towards the door.

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The walk to the beach was uncomfortable. Chris walked ahead of his two buddies at an unusually fast pace, his firm ass jiggling with each step. Liam didn’t even know where to begin. What the fuck had gotten into Chris? Usually they’d have to drag him to parties and give him pep talks to boost his confidence. But now? He was certainly turning heads.

“Wait, guys! Did you see that?” Chris asked, turning to his friends and waving excitedly, “That guy over there was totally checking me out!”

“Um, so what?” Jeremy asked, “Why do you care?”

“Do you think I should go after him? He was totally cute. And that ass- just wow.” Liam and Jeremy’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Are you gay?” Liam asked bluntly.

Chris placed a hand to his chin and shrugged, “Like totally! Since like forever probably.”

“Makes sense.” Jeremy said, “Repressed religious guys. It’s a thing.” But Liam was still having a somewhat hard time believing it. Was all their prior bro talk really a lie?

“Oh! He’s getting away!” Chris whined, “I’ll catch up with you later!” He blew them each a kiss and briskly walked over to the man from earlier, leaving Liam shook.

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Hours went by without hearing from Chris, and Liam’s mood tanked. Jeremy tried to cheer him up back at the penthouse. Beers and the big game on a flatscreen. Should’ve been perfect. But it wasn’t. Liam knew that Chris being gay shouldn’t matter. Good for him, right?

“Oh my god, that was incredible.” Chris said, gasping as he entered the penthouse, “How are my two besties doing?”

“Would’ve liked you around.” Liam replied, “It’s my bachelor party after all.”

Chris dramatically placed a hand to his sweaty chest, “Sue me for having fun!” His voice cracked and he headed towards his room, “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

Liam didn’t reply. Sure, Chris is gay. Fine. But acting like a stereotypically fruity drama queen? That didn’t make sense to him. He turned to Jeremy.

“Look, its late and I’m tired. The game sucks anyway.” He said, “I’m off to bed.”

“Same bro. Gotta be up early for our tee time anyway.”

They went to their respective bedrooms. Once there, Jeremy sighed. He hated seeing his friend like this, but what could he do? Talk to Chris maybe? He'd try to salvage this party. But when he finally got comfortable in bed, the TV suddenly turned on. He was greeted by static.

“Weird.” He mumbled. He tried to turn it off with the remote, but failed. Sighing, he got out of bed to turn it off. But as he got closer, he could hear a voice. It was soft, but forceful.

“You are a gay slut. You like to fuck men.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, “What the fuck?” He whispered. But the voice only got louder.

“You are a gay slut. Your dick only gets hard for men.” Jeremy felt woozy as the voice reverberated in his head.

“No, I’m straight... I like...” He moaned loudly as the voice drowned out his thoughts. At this point, the screen was flashing various scenes of gay porn and Jeremy’s dick started to swell, “No... fuck...” He breathed out, “I-I... ughhh.” He tried to imagine tits and his nights with Sarah. But these thoughts were instead swapped out with images of juicy, jiggling bubble butts and twerking men.   

“You are a dominant top. You only fuck men.”

“I-I’m a gay slut?” Jeremy questioned, “I only like to fuck men?” That didn't sound right. Right? He never...

"You are a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride your dick."

His eyes became half lidded and vacant as the words carved his new reality.

“I’m a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride this cock." He said confidently, "I am a gay slut.”

Soon, the room filled with his pleasure-filled moans, his new reality taking hold over him.

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When Liam entered the living room the next morning, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jeremy was aggressively caressing Chris’s face, as the two made out on the couch with their erect dicks on full display.

“What the fuck?” Liam gasped as the two men turned towards him.

“Oh Liam! Good morning!” Chris sang, ending his kiss with Jeremy.

“Fuck, just who we were waiting for.” Jeremy commented in a lower, more gravelly voice, “We have something for you.”

“No, this is fucked. What the fuck?” Liam fumed, “What about Sarah? What were you thinking?”

Jeremy shrugged, “I only like fucking men.”

Liam shook his head, “No way, fuck that.” He replied, taking a step back.

“Oh goodness, you’re upset!” Chris whined, “No Liam baby, its okay. Here, watch this.”

Before Liam could say anything, Chris turned on the TV. Static filled his field of vision. But then he heard it. Faint at first, but present nonetheless.

“You are a gay slut.” It said, and Liam grabbed his head.

“What the fuck?” He cursed, stumbling slightly.

The voice was echoing from within his head. Desperately, he moved towards the TV, wanting to shut it off. But Jeremy grabbed his arm firmly and forced him to sit between them. Liam tried to fight back, to get away from his two friends, but he felt so disoriented. The voice continued.

“You are a gay slut. You like taking cock.” It said.

Liam yelped as a needle entered his skin. He looked down to see Chris dump the contents of a syringe into his arm.

“Wh-what was that?” Liam slurred.

“Don’t worry, cutie. Just listen to the voice.” He giggled.

Liam groaned as the voice got louder and louder, “You are a gay slut. A slutty bottom. You love taking cock.”

Liam looked down and watched as his body hair started to disappear. Gone was his light dusting of chest and belly hairs, leaving him smooth. At the same time, the scruff framing his face vanished. He looked over to Jeremy, who smirked at this new development.

“Oh look at that! It’s totally working!” Chris giggled.

“No shit. Reynolds must’ve given us the good stuff.” Jeremy remarked, slowly massaging his cock.

“The good stuff?” Liam slurred, his voice cracking, “Like, what are you talking about?”

“Good because I was getting bored.” Chris sighed, “I mean, Jeremy baby, you’re an expert kisser, but like, I need a hole.” Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“A hole?” Liam whispered.

He let out a pained moan as his body temperature suddenly spiked. Sweat poured from him as his musculature dwindled away. His hard earned muscles atrophied before his terrified eyes. His bulging biceps and triceps became thin and lean, while his juicy pecs rapidly deflated. In a matter of minutes, years of workouts and optimal dieting were undone, leaving Liam slim and fragile.

“Wow, he’s so light now.” Jeremy chuckled as he man-handled his friend onto his lap. Liam yelped at the sensation of Jeremy’s erect cock grinding against his hole.

“Oh and he’s gotten shorter too! What a cutie.” Chris cooed.

“Ah, ass is still bony though.” Jeremy commented, giving it a firm squeeze.

But Liam barely registered any of this. Instead, his thoughts were filled with the words echoing from the TV. His eyes became half-lidded at this point and his resistance was fading.

“You’re just a bottom, a hole to be used by other men. You are a gay slut.” The words continued, “You like being used by other men. Your only pleasure is from getting fucked.”

“I-I’m straight... I like... I like tits.” He knew his voice sounds more feminine somehow and he cringed, “I’m a straight man.” Jeremy and Chris smirked, “I-I...” images of men getting fucked in all kinds of positions flashed on the TV, “Ohhhh I... I... I’m a...” Liam’s handsome face lost its masculine edge and his hair became lighter in color. At the same time, his cock started to shrink. Inch after inch lost as it retracted back, “Noooooo.... not my cock...” He moaned, tears now stinging at his eyes. His manhood, his masculinity. It was being stolen from him. And he was unable to stop it.

“Your only pleasure comes from your ass.”

Liam moaned again and this time his ass started to fill with jiggly fat. He could feel the extra padding build upon itself, his slim cheeks turning into mounds of soft flesh. And as Jeremy squeezed his ass again, pleasure filled his slim frame.

“Much better.” Jeremy remarked, his fingers massaging Liam’s hole, “Fuck, this is gonna feel so good.”

“Mhmm.” Chris replied, grabbing his own fistful of Liam’s juicy ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss.” Liam slurred.

“So, what are you?” Jeremy asked.

“I-I’m...” Part of him didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. But as his lips plumped up into gorgeous cock suckers, and Jeremy’s teasing fingers penetrated him deeper, Liam was drowning in too much pleasure to care, “I...I...” The voice was so loud. It egged him on, beckoned him to admit his new truth. He wanted- no needed- to be like the men on the screen. To be fucked and used by other men. Who was he kidding? He knew what he was, “I’m like a total gay slut! I love cock.” He turned his head to look at Jeremy, then Chris, “Please daddies, use me! I need your cocks!” He begged.

And his new lovers were happy to oblige.

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In the afterglow of sex, the three men sat panting heavily on the couch. Liam was curled up between his two lovers, still rubbing their dicks. Despite draining them each multiple times over, he needed more. But his horny thoughts were interrupted by a video call. He grabbed his phone and smiled.

“Hey Mr. Reynolds!” Liam slurred, “Like, we love your penthouse.”

Mr. Reynolds grinned, “I can tell.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, “Look at you Liam. My god. You turned out better than expected. The boys at the lab earned their salaries with this one.” Liam nodded along, not really understanding the implication, “How do you feel?”

“Like a total gay slut.” He grinned, “And I love it, like so much, Mr. Reynolds.”

“Well I’m glad to hear.” he chuckled, “And are your friends treating you well?” Liam adjusted the phone so the older man could see his two lovers, who were both fast asleep, “Well looks like you have two very satisfied customers.”

Liam grinned, “Like totally.” A sense of satisfaction filling him, “Oh! Like, can you let Susie know the wedding is off? I’m like, so sorry.”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure. She’ll understand.” Mr. Reynolds replied- mission accomplished, “Now, get back to your party. Enjoy the penthouse for as long as you want.”

Liam’s eyes lit up, “OMG thank you!” The call ended, “Did you hear that?” Liam asked, his two lovers stirring awake.

And so their party continued- and it would for days. Their lives forever changed, and them none the wiser to it. But if their pleasure filled moans were anything to judge by, they certainly weren’t complaining.

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u make stories about farts/burps?

Yeah! I’ll definitely write some around em or incorporate them into TF stories, if anyone has a good recommendation to write about hmu!

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Roommate’s Influence

Dylan always lived his life as a needy loner, finding comfort in online gaming and comics rather than more typical “masculine” activities. He was a 19 year old comp-sci major in college, he had a roommate but they rarely crossed paths as both focused hard on their classes. That was until halfway through the year he had to deal with a sudden roommate swap! He wasn’t sure if the old one requested it or something but all he knew is the new one annoyed him the second he moved in.

“Yo dude, names Mack! Hope you’re not a bitch like my old roomie… fucker made them swap my room for being a “disrespectful asshole” to him allegedly.” That harsh introduction just made Dylan worry more, all he could do is awkwardly nod

“Sounds…horrible man. I’m Dylan, just gonna study for this exam I gotta do tomorrow” Dylan set himself up for his study session but before he could even start Mack started bombarding him with questions.

“Aw come on man we gotta get close first! What do you do for fun? You got a partner? Any good hookups recently? College is all about finding yourself, gotta stay sexually active bro!”

Dylan couldn’t believe how comfortable and vulgar Mack was being at their first meeting but felt compelled to reluctantly answer. “Uh, mostly just study and game. No partner or hookups, actually using my important time to get a degree dude.”

Mack just scoffed and snapped his fingers, when Dylan heard the snap his mind felt weirdly hazy as Mack spoke. “Come on man, college isn’t about being a pussy it’s about getting some!” He snapped again, continuing his rant. “We gotta get you some better hobbies if we’re gonna be roommates, bet you’d love working bro! That body is looking too toned to be wasted on gaming!”

When Mack spoke those words Dylan felt his body hear up and his clothes tighten. His muscles growing till he gained an athletic build as if he’s worked out for years!

“And with a body like that I bet you played….baseball right? You must’ve been a great player in school, plus with that tan and those curls i’m sure you were Mr. Popular!” This caused the heat to spread even more, Dylan’s skin gaining a tan and his hair becoming a beautiful ensemble of curls on his head. Memories of late night gaming and studying replaced by hard days of training and working out to prepare for baseball, determined to keep his reputation of star player! Even his entire reputation of being the biggest loser at school was swapped to being guy everyone knew and loved, remembering the night he won prom king to really solidify his status.

“Bet the guys and girls were all over you, though i’m sure you only let the guys hit huh? Who doesn’t love a gay jock these days?” Dylan felt pleasure in his groin as hookup’s flooded his mind, other guys threw themselves onto him constantly and he loved the attention they gave him! “Sure that baseball scholarship helped too, looks aren’t gonna make up for your lack of smarts man.” Dylan’s mind felt empty after that, only thinking about baseball and which guy he’s gonna bang later in the day.

Mack snapped one final time to let this new reality set in, leaving behind Dylan’s days of being a geek and welcoming a brand new addition to his bro collection! “So whaddya say Dyl? Feeling better now? The guys are throwing are party later and i bet they’d love to meet ya man!”

Dylan stood up, his new jock persona setting in before responding “phew, fuck yeah man! Yknow I’m always down for a good time! Hopefully there’s some fresh hotties there, haven’t gotten action in days…”

As the new roommates grew closer they got dressed and headed out on the town, one blissfully unaware of his new life and the other happy to gain a new bro! Just two hot jocks ready to experience the real fun of college together.

|| First story woo!! Hope y’all enjoy, got a lot of ideas for more but feel free to request any or give feedback as i’m new to this ^^