Asnir's Chamber

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Can i be some big, beefy balaclava-wearing russian himbo?

You sat at your desk after submitting the prompt waiting patiently to see how it would unfold into a story. After a while you got bored of waiting and decided you were going to go take a piss, you shut your laptop screen and headed for the door unaware of what was soon to follow. Immediately after walking out your bedroom door you feel a hand reach over your face and cover it. The palm the size of your face alone covers your eyes and mouth as the unknown persons other arm wraps around your body locking you in place. After a few seconds you run out of oxygen and faint.

You wake up later to find yourself in a bare room with nothing but a door, the chair you’re sitting on and a random box. You find yourself to be nude without a trace of anything to help you locate where you are, you walk to the door to see if there’s anyway out yet are met without luck. You turn back and eye the box on the floor deciding it’s your only chance of finding a way out. You open the box to find only 2 simple items. A balaclava and some sneakers. You pick up the Balaclava and think back to your prompt you sent in. You know deep down in your brain that it’s not a coincidence there was one in the box and figure that maybe you’re just dreaming about what your body will look like.

You reach your hands over your head slowly and start to pull the Balaclava over it. A small jolt zaps you as it connects, figuring it’s just static you continue to pull it down till it covers your full head. At that point it’s as if everything went black as your brain is sent into a sudden shock as the Balaclava works its magic. Every piece of knowledge you’d once learned is suddenly replaced with that of a foreign life. Memories of you riding a bike are replaced with memories of you riding a motorcycle. Memories of your loving family replaced with abandonment and “tough love”. Even simple things like your name are forgotten.

As the memories flow in your muscles start to grow. The IQ points burning away slowly helping your muscle mass increase. You’re now a dumb Himbo brute.

Upon your mind and body changing you hear the door unlock as a dark figure wheels in a TV before swiftly exiting and relocking the door. The TV flashes on with a message “Put on the Sneakers”. You choose to sit in the chair as you pull up the sneakers, your eyes glued to the TV. The screen starts to rapidly change through multiple messages. “Himbo” “Dumb” “Cuck” “Submissive” “Fart addict” “Cash Master”. The messages go on for what seems like hours before suddenly turning off. Upon them turning off you hear a voice in the room. “Welcome to my roster Dimitry. You live purely to serve me. Your first goal is to find men to use you and send me the videos. You will do whatever they say as your nothing but a mindless brute for me now. After that you will return to your new home where you’ll give me all your cash and pleasure me with your farts. Understand?” Suddenly the door unlocks. You stand up to leave knowing nothing about your past life. All you know now is pleasuring master Willy and being a dumb gassy himbo named Dimitry.

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Hope you enjoyed the little story!

Sorry for not writing much recently :( haven’t been in a very creative mood and haven’t had any good story ideas. I still plan to write in the future but I want to put out work I’m happy with so I’ll most likely continue to stay on break till I’m back to a creative point! I just didn’t want to keep people waiting on request ;)

As always let me know any comments or critiques you have as all feedback is good feedback as it helps me grow as a writer! And remember to support your Non-Ai writers during theses times as the community is slowly becoming more and more AI content so helping the people who do it for the love of the community is a great way to keep it thriving :) -Willy

[projectcasanova-deactivated2025]

FCA Files: “The Restaurant Chain”

Federal Containment Authority

File: AE-2043

Nickname: “The Restaurant Chain”

Status: Active

Acquisition Log:

AE-2043 manifests as a chain of self-generating restaurants that appear sporadically in airport terminals and other public spaces. To date, FCA has identified multiple iterations of the anomaly, each offering cuisine and cultural theming consistent with a particular nationality:

“Juntos” – Mexican cuisine; patrons display physical, linguistic, and behavioral traits consistent with Mexican heritage.

“Ma’ana” – Arab cuisine; individuals adopt Middle Eastern features, language patterns, and culturally aligned behaviors.

[REACTED] – [REDACTED] cuisine; entry results in [REDACTED] physical traits, speech fluency, and culturally consistent behaviors.

The names of these restaurants roughly translate to the same concept—unity, togetherness, or “we are one.” While the precise purpose remains unknown, FCA theorizes that the anomaly may aim to create a form of homogeneity between patrons and the cuisine, altering individuals to align physically, culturally, and behaviorally with the nationality represented by the food. This hypothesis remains under investigation.

Subjects entering any AE-2043 iteration exhibit a strong, often irresistible compulsion to consume the meals offered. Observations via CCTV indicate that longer exposure increases the speed and permanence of physical and cognitive transformation. Changes include:

Complete alteration of physical features to match the cuisine’s associated nationality.

Acquisition of speech patterns, accents, and linguistic fluency appropriate to the new identity.

Behavioral and cultural adaptation, including memory restructuring consistent with the adopted identity.

The precise mechanism—whether genetic, memetic, or otherwise—is undetermined. Attempts at containment by direct intervention have been unsuccessful; the restaurants disappear after the [REDACTED] time frame. All affected subjects lose memory of their previous identity, and no reversal method has been identified.

Subject File: H-7 (Most Recent Confirmed Case)

The most recent confirmed subject influenced by AE-2043 is a male adult identified as Henry [REDACTED]. A detailed reconstruction of his interaction with the anomaly and subsequent transformations follows.

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Henry leaned against the cold metal railing of the JFK airport terminal, tugging nervously at the sleeve of his thin jacket. His carry-on rested at his feet, slightly scuffed from months of travel, while he stared at the departure board like it held all the answers. He was supposed to meet his smarter younger brother who got a scholarship to teach English in Italy—a chance to reconnect after months of missed calls and text messages, a week of sightseeing and family dinners he had been looking forward to for months.

Except now, the flight had been delayed. Twice.

His stomach growled in protest. He hadn’t eaten since the night before, and the thought of waiting another hour—or two—was unbearable. Most of the airport restaurants were closed until dawn, the lights off, metal shutters down, leaving only a few desperate signs glowing in the dim terminal. Henry glanced around, frustration rising. He’d packed snacks, sure, but they weren’t enough for a long wait, and he didn’t want to waste his energy on candy bars or stale sandwiches.

Then he noticed it: a small, warm light in the corner of the terminal, a restaurant he could have swore hadn’t been there a minute ago. The sign above the door glowed softly: Uri – Korean Cuisine.

Henry hesitated. He wasn’t a fan of Asian food, always preferred burgers, pizza and pies. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d never even tried Korean food before. He barely knew it existed beyond the takeout places covering the streets of New York City. But hunger gnawed at him relentlessly. He pulled out a stool at the bar and watched the, admittedly handsome, Korean cooks busy cooking rice on the boiler.

“I’m probably not gonna like any of this.” Henry huffed, eyes scanning the Korean words on the menu: Bibimbap, Japchae, Sundubu Jjigae. It all seemed like gibberish to the uncultured man.

“What can we get for you, American?” The waiter asked with a polite smile.

“Um…” The way he was addressed through Henry off center. “I’ll have this one”.

He pointed at one of the only pictured items, choosing the one that had chicken in it - Dak Galbi.

When it arrived, he couldn’t deny, it smelled decent - especially for airport food. He tentatively took his first bite, only for his tastebuds to explode with pleasure.

Fire and sweetness danced across his tongue. His eyes widened. He had never eaten anything like it. Not that he could remember. He wondered how he’d been missing out on this his entire life.

He took another bite. Then another. And another. Without thinking, he waved to the server. “One more,” he said, and it arrived—a plate of grilled meats, perfectly caramelized and tender. Then noodles. Then a sizzling pancake. Soon, he had ordered enough dishes to fill the table, bowls and plates spilling over, steam curling into the air.

He ate without restraint, shoveling food into his mouth with both hands, eyes wide, teeth tearing through morsels of rice, kimchi, pork, and spicy broths, his clothes feeling tighter and tighter with each bite. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t afford to not feel like this. It was almost like an addiction that had taken hold within a milisecond. One that he’d carry for life. Never able to escape.

As he chewed like a pig, he rubbed his belly, straining against his tight shirt. He was lost in thought. He took another bite of the Kimchi Jeon.

“Mother used to make it just like this.” Henry let out a satisfied belch, in front of the cooks and staff. “My brother, he’d always fight me for the last pancake. He’d yell at me, so I’d speak in English to annoy him. He never did really get the hang of English. Still can’t speak it to this day. It still annoys him when I speak English in front of him.”

Henry sat back in his seat, giving time for his food to settle. As he does, the stool creaks under the newly added weight.

He caught himself, confused. What are these memories? That isn’t true. Did I just make that up?

Still shoveling food into his mouth, his body expanding past its previous limits, the chair began to creak under his weight. But he couldn’t stop. He tried thinking of his brother—but the image that sprang to mind wasn’t the clever, familiar boy he knew and loved. Instead, it was a towering, muscular, almost brutish Korean man. It looked like him… just warped, reshaped, a version of him that felt both wrong and uncannily real.

Instead of recalling his brother’s past boyfriends, all he can see is how much of a ladies’ man he was—big, brutish, impossible to ignore. Memories of accidentally walking in on his 21-year-old brother breeding a chick or seeing him stroking it while playing Call of Duty invaded Henry’s mind. The clever, familiar brother he once knew has vanished from his mind.

“내 동생…” Henry jumped at the sound of his voice. “I mean, my brother! What is happening to me?!”

He squeezed his chest absentmindedly, feeling his pecs swell under his shirt as he reached for more food, the pec filling his monstrous meaty hand. Panic prickled through him.

“I’m not-“ Henry picks up his phone, the screen off, the black mirror reflecting back an undeniably Korean man where his white American face should be.

Henry looked towards the Korean waiter pleadingly. “I- I am American.” The words came out thick, impossibly accented. His own voice sounded foreign.

The server smiled, calm, unhurried. “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s on the house.”

“I am American!” he insisted, trying to make himself believe. His voice rising, nearly trembling.

The server’s smile didn’t falter. He leaned closer, pointing at the man’s face. “You look… Korean,” he said smugly. “Show me passport.”

Hands shaking, he reached into his wallet. He blinked. There it was—a passport, black leather, the words “대한민국” embossed across the cover. Fully Korean. The photo looked like him—yet the face he thought he knew as his own now seemed undeniably Asian.

As if on cue, seeing his own Korean face seemed to snap everything into place. Suddenly, it all made sense—why he had panicked, why he’d been convinced his brother was a nerdy gay English teacher, why he had thought he was… white? He was no pathetic white man.

He shook his head one last time, the old him clinging on. Italy. Italy. My family… my brother… my flight. He looked down at the boarding pass, expecting to see Rome. The letters glared back at him: ICN – Incheon International Airport, Seoul, South Korea.

“I’m go to Italy,” he whispered, trying to convince himself, but the thick, unmistakable accent betrayed him.

“No,” the server said, calm and absolute. “You go home.”

“I am Hyun Ki… I go home.” he murmured, voice soft, almost droning.

“I go to South Korea.”

And for the first time, everything made sense.

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Post-Exposure Observations – Hyun Ki (FKA Henry [REDACTED] )

Following documented exposure to AE-2043, Henry has been observed living seamlessly in South Korea. Surveillance and open-source data indicate he maintains an apartment, has an established social network, and functions as a recognized citizen. These findings suggest that AE-2043’s influence extends beyond physical and cognitive transformation, altering surrounding reality to align with the subject’s new identity.

During follow-up operations, FCA personnel located Henry’s brother, Jamie [REDACTED], in Italy, the original intended destination for Henry’s travel. The brother was found in his private residence, exhibiting extreme physical hypertrophy: significantly increased muscle mass, incredibly enlarged pectorals, and proportionally enlarged extremities. When personnel entered the premises, he was sitting squishing his massive pectoral muscles as he drooled onto them. Cognitive function was severely diminished; subject was unresponsive to standard questioning, displaying compulsive behaviors like bouncing his pectorals and stroking his enlarged penis through his grey sweatpants. Fluent English was no longer present, and the subject displayed fully reoriented heterosexual behaviors.

The image below shows Jamie (now legally known as Ji-Ho) as observed by personnel during their initial encounter in his private residence in Italy.

These findings confirm that AE-2043 not only transforms the initial subject but also rewrites the genetics and associated behavioral patterns of biologically related individuals, creating family-wide congruence.

Due to inability to fulfill prior professional obligations and irreversible physiological and cognitive changes, FCA has taken custody of the subject. Current containment protocols classify him as permanently altered and non-reversible. Monitoring and research into familial propagation effects continue.

The two are now reunited in their legally registered birthplace, Seoul.

[elysianfit]

SPRING BREAK (1/5)

Trent and Dom finally came back to the room, never looking up from checking out their new assets.

“Looks like you boys faired well,” Steve smirked as he checked out his friends.

“Found this guy by the pool. Something about his blue briefs just did it for me, hehe. But man is this guy roided af!” Trent explained, tracing his beefy fingers up and down the ridges of his forearm veins.

“Man this guy was packing on hard workout. Check out the pump in these biceps, my dude! He was pretty tired too so it was easy to slip in. But fuck I feel so invigorated and powerful. RAHHHH!” Dom flexed for his amigos. “Just gotta fix this tan line but I think a day would take care of that. We’re here for a week anyway.”

“Mmmmm. Yeah, one whole week of gallivanting as these studs. Who needs to get in shape for spring break when people can do it for you, amirite fellas? My guy was walking down the hall and I knew I just had to have him. Stripped him down to these neon briefs and haven’t stopped fooling around since.” Steve said, he checked out his friends. “Why don’t we test these guys out before we... take them out into town?” Steve peered into Dom’s eyes. Dom gulped; he may look like an alpha male, but he was still a sub bottom at heart. Trent smirked reaching for his friends’ pecs and feeling the muscle and power flow through them, resulting in a low growl. This year’s spring break was gonna be one for the books. Now if only the studs left their suite and actually explore town.

[itstransformingtime]

“This book is so boring. Why the fuck did I pick English as a major?” my roommate Aaron groaned for the third time that evening.

He was sprawled on the couch in his usual baggy hoodie and shorts, skinny legs dangling off the edge, looking every bit the pale, nerdy English student he was. I sighed and tried to ignore him, flipping through my own textbook.

“Why couldn’t I have picked something easy like Sports Science or whatever?” he whined again.

I couldn’t help but smirk. Aaron was as skinny as they came, he had no muscle, no coordination, zero interest in anything athletic. Still, if it would shut him up…

I had discovered long ago that I could change one thing about a person’s life. Just one. Permanent. Reality would rewrite itself around whatever it was I changed and make it so the rest of their life and the world would fit.

So I focused on him and made the change.

Aaron’s major is now Sports Science.

The world rippled.

I felt the shift wash over the room like a wave. When I looked back at the couch, my jaw dropped.

Aaron was gone.

In his place lounged a total jock god.

He was massive. Thick, powerful legs covered in dark, intricate tattoos stretched across the couch, his quads and calves bulging even while relaxed. He now had rock-l hard abs and a broad, sculpted chest. His arms were covered in full sleeves of ink, one draped lazily behind his head while the other held a book he was clearly no longer interested in. A red cap sat backwards on his head, and his jaw had sharpened into a strong, masculine line with a perfectly trimmed beard.

“Bro… why the fuck am I reading a book?” His voice was deep and lazy now, full of that effortless jock confidence.

He tossed the book aside and stretched, the movement making his entire muscular body flex and shift. The tank top pulled tight across his wide chest as he scratched at his abs absentmindedly. His thick legs shifted, the heavy bulge in his tight white Calvin Klein briefs impossible to ignore.

Aaron looked over at me with a cocky grin.

“Yo, dude. My brain feels fucking fried from all these plays and training drills. When’s practice again?” He flexed one massive arm casually, admiring the way his bicep peaked. “Shit, I’ve gotten huge this semester.”

I just stared, heart racing. The change had rewritten everything. His clothes, his major, his body, even his personality. The skinny English nerd was completely gone. In his place was this tattooed, muscular Sports Science jock who looked like he lived in the gym and partied every weekend.

He swung his powerful legs off the couch and stood up, towering over me. The way his quads and glutes flexed as he moved was hypnotic.

“Wanna hit the gym with me, bro? I need to get a good pump in before the game this weekend.”

He grinned, completely oblivious to the fact that just thirty seconds ago he had been complaining about Shakespeare.

I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at his incredible new body. I wondered if he would let me suck his cock. It’s not everyday you turn your nerdy roommate into an absolute beast

[vindictivenerdcels]

Christmas Series: Under the Mistletoe Part 5

All of that comes down to this final stretch

On Christmas Eve, the condo is a whirlwind of holiday chaos downstairs. Mom is humming carols in the kitchen, the oven timer beeping for her pecan pralines, the tree lights twinkling like distant stars. Upstairs, in the guest room, silence reigned except for Tyrell's heavy snoring. He'd crashed hard after the flight from LA, a quick basement pump to "shake off the stiffness," and a belly full of Elaine's pre-dinner snacks. At 28, Tyrell is the "bigger" little brother. He is broader than Tyrone, with a construction worker's bulk: 6'3", 240 pounds of raw power, man-boobs like armored plates, thighs that could snap rebar. Straight as they come, chasing women at dive bars, trash-talking "soft dudes" at family cookouts. But now, his body is my playground.

Ever since that day I slipped into Dre, Tyrone drilled me with various session under his watch to ensure that I can seamlessly wrestle control from Tyrell and pilot his body around for our Christmas grand plan. It involved all sorts of random possession, from the pizza delivery guy, the startup dude living next door and we even have session with Dre once more since Tyrone's been craving to feel his straight friends mouth wrapped around his cock ever since I denied him that chance in the cafe. Tyrell practically become a rather easy possession case in comparison to the others. He's jet-lagged, drained from all the travel today and maybe I did cheat a bit and crushed some of mom's sleeping pills to his casserole, that giant instantly felt drowsy after the last spoonful of mom's hearty casserole passed through his throat. So, when I tiptoed my way in to his room and slammed with my full force to enter Tyrell's physique, I practically faced no resistance as he just weakly sidelined, too jet-lagged to even put up a fight. I instantly opened my eyes earlier and I inhaled as much oxygen as I could, feeling the way his chest ballooned up in response to it and started my exploration over his body

Now, it's 11:32 PM, the room is dimly lit but my senses are all fried from the possession. I jump off from the bed and staring straight to the full-length mirror attached on the closet. Looking at all the fullness, the imposing height, the face, I cannot help but grin as I decide to flex the arms for starter. As the biceps swelled and veins charted like rivers, I cannot help but cursed to the foreign yet obscene sight in front of me

The mirror revealed a god: mahogany skin taut over muscle, pecs heaving with each breath, these hard man-boobs begging for hands. I stop flexing to the reflection and then instead cup these amazing bad boys, giving them a rather firm, unyielding squeeze.

"These tits... fuck, Tyrell, you a whole meal." I pinched a nipple, groaning as Tyrell's cock stirred—girthier than Tyrone's, heavy and uncut.

The sensation must have been earth-shattering or awareness-inducing, because why on Earth I heard some faint whispers from inside my head

"T--this is wrong.....why am I like this?"

I cannot help but smirk. Seems like I have a guest with me, so the best and polite way is to greet the guest back. As I pinched my nipple once more, I exaggerated my moan while my eyes staring straight at my reflection. Tyrell Williams. Naked. Hard. Aroused.

"Mmmhhhh.....I'm so fucking big, bro. These racks can compete with Elaine's," I said with delight, the confusion and panic getting louder yet I know he has no strength whatsoever to fight me. I'm fucking charged, well-rested and horny as fuck, there's nothing can stop me in this state. Tyrone explained that his best sex with my mom involved him titty-fucking her, and I put that in mind as I pictured Tyrone's monstrosity slide in between these boobs of mine. God, I'm so fucking horny I cannot help but leak pre thinking about my own big bro!

Right when I tried to puncture my hole with my own well-soaked index finger to really drive the point home, Tyrone opened the bedroom door with his eyes wide open

"Yo, Tyrell? The fuck are you doing?"

I know he knows I'm inside. So, I just stared at him from the mirror and replied back at him

"Mirin' myself, obviously. You can come join me....if you wanna get mogged,"

Tyrone—Jeremiah's control seamless—stepped in, locking the door with a click. He scanned me, looking at my fucking fat ass, my hands on my pecs, dick raging hard and I'm glowing with this sheen of sweat coming out from my body

"Damn bro, what's gotten into you?"

That asshole. He really just knew the right word to trigger me. I grinned at him, know fucking well it comes off very delicious since it's Tyrell's mischief shown here rather than my usual sheepish and awkward smile

"Nothin' really. Just chillin'. Feelin' kinda... heated." I flexed my pecs, making them bounce. Fuck......this is nuts, here we are, two gay nerds in a relationship now linked through blood because we are slipping into a pair of straight bros doing homoerotic bait under brotherly tease. I sensed something pressing and uncomfortable come from within. Tyrell's soul twisted inside, a spark of recognition and confusion

'What....the fuck? Bro, help! This is me, some freak sh---"

As Tyrone kissed me right on the lips, I found myself lost in the sensation that swelled within me. Yes I kissed him before, but never with this lips, this tongue, this breath. Sparks crackle inside me as none of us stop this pretty much incestuous, slobbering and lustful kisses.

"Why the fuck do you taste like cinnamon?"

"Just kissed Elaine before this. She's so busy making all those desserts,"

"And her guest decided it's a good idea to steal a kiss from her man? Yeah, that guest really crossed the line, don't you think?"

"Quite a bold guest, I gotta say. But still, as you said, it's rude of that guest to be so nonchalant about it. That guest deserve to get punished or something,"

"But she's busy with cakes and all, I don't think she has time to punish the guest,"

"Oh, lucky for her, she has a runt yet brave knight in black, muscular armor ready to do her biddings,"

As he shoved me to land on my back on top of the queen-sized bed, he started to undress himself to reveal the entire shaft I've grown to get fond of despite its insane size. Tyrell on the other end? He's scared shit of the prospect, his soul panicking as he definitely know what's about to happen

Tyrone hands landed on my hard man-boobs, his squeezing feels confrontational as his thumbs circling the perked up nipples, pinching to elicit a gasp out of me, which he of course successfully managed to do

"These pecs swole as hell, bro. What, you tryna outgrow me? Tryna be like a chick?"

Thank fuck for lengthy cock and insane stamina, because I would've spurted all over the place with just his words and touches! My body buzzed in delight as I subconsciously arched my back as if I'm riding through the wave of orgasmic euphoria that jolted all over my body. Tyrell begged to be let go of the situation, probably daunting the fact that he's turned on by the idea of getting pleasured by men, and not just any men, his own brother. But much to his horror, it's just the start because Tyrone then placed his cock right on top of my pecs and then slotted that musky, veiny monstrosity in-between

"Hmmm.....you built these tits for moments like this, huh?"

He squeezed my fucking man-boobs together while thrusting slow, the head popping out, brushing my chin. I adjusted my head and tried to lick the thick spear teasingly, euphoria flooding inside of me while Tyrell's soul anguished....

"No... brothers don't...---"

"MMMFFFFUUuuuck, bro... titty-fuckin' your lil brother's chest? Now tell me, Elaine never let you do this, right?" I casually uttered that acting all curious, Tyrell's voice sounding extra hot speaking in this manner

He grinned. I know he will lie, just to ruin Tyrell even more.

"Oh yeah, never. She's quite conventional. You, on the other hand, you're down with everything. You're such a slut, bro,"

That's enough to shut the whimper for a while, so then Tyrone upped the ante as his pace quickened, cock sliding with squish-squish sound as my cleavage smeared with pre-cum and my cock is getting harder by the seconds. I tried to grab Tyrone's ass and then directed him to bury himself as my cock speared his hole, but he swatted my hand and instead getting more intense working on my tits like it's a fucking warm, tight hole. I legitimately think he will explode right in this position but then, he flipped me around onto my stomach

"Time for the real violation."

He spread my cheeks around, spitting on the hole and also at his cock before spearing in raw—the stretch agonizing yet insanely fulfilling once it tightened when that massive dong entered my hole Tyrell's soul screamed mentally

"Get out! Both of you! BRROOAAAHHHHHH----"

With the first thrust, a cherished memory shattered: childhood backyard brawls, brothers rolling in grass, competitive fire. The vision corrupted, Tyrell beneath Tyrone, the roll turning to grinding, passion igniting, subservience blooming as Tyrell begged for more. It was not sexual then, just Tyrell letting his brother pinned him down because he enjoyed the fact that someone can knock him down. Tyrone, disgusted, called him a slut and tell him to stop acting out like he's a chick

I moaned in euphoria, my body thrumming, Tyrell's bulk under my command, every twisted corruption a high.

"Fuck, Tyrone......Deeper! It's working!" Tyrell's soul practically cried inside, the euphoric waves that washed over me clashed with his horror.

Then another thrust, this time deeper. A scene of family barbecue scuffles, uncles cheering. Tyrone finished uni while Tyrell just started. Brotherly brawl turned into passionate rekindling of separated brothers. Behind the shed, he pinned me down and the scuffle devolving to forbidden kisses as I was pliant to his touch. More relentless thrust corrupted this vision even more. The night of that forbidden summer, where both bros slept soundly and minding their own business turned into one where Tyrone finally fucked Tyrell. The sweltering summer heat feels realistic and the morning excuses slid in effortlessly

"The AC didn't work, and goddamn the room is like a sauna!"

Tyrell's soul fractured with each thrust and headboard thump. His sense of self and his memory feels hazy and filled with paradox. He's always been straight, not a single thought about other dudes ever crossed his mind. But these memory injected into him confused the hell out of him. Then, I simply whispered

"You never looked at other men because your brother is already hot enough,"

He tried to resist that, but I timed that speech with all the pounding from Tyrone, drilling it deep to his psyche. And when we simultaneously blow our load, it seemed like Tyrone's cum flooding and eroding all the brotherly memory between the two of them as I sensed that Tyrell's whimper getting quieter. My body goes limp instantly, my whole frame collapsed onto the mattress with a heavy thud. My chest heaving, I can see my sweat-soaked skin glistening under the dim lighting of the room. The drain is total: the red-eye flight's exhaustion, the basement workout's burn, the relentless sex that had turned this virgin hole into a slick, gaping mess. Cum leaked slowly from my ass, pooling on the sheets alongside mine that splattered like crazy, a viscous reminder of the violation. I lingered for a moment in the afterglow, riding the euphoria, feeling Tyrell's heartbeat slow, the endorphins flooding the system like a drug.

"Fuck... that was intense," I muttered, my soul buzzing with triumphant sensation. The corruption had been masterful: every thrust a chisel, reshaping Tyrell's mental landscape into one of passive acceptance. No more fierce competitiveness, no more straight alpha, just a weakened spirit, primed like soft clay for future molding. I can sense it, the soul's anguish had peaked during the sex, each memory's violation a euphoric knife twist for him, but now it simmered in quiet defeat, making re-possession tomorrow a breeze.

With a deep breath, and feeling like it's a good enough job, I initiated the ejection. The spell reversed in my mind as I whispered internally, will pulling back like a tide retreating from shore. My consciousness snapped free, a disorienting rush as it hurtled back to my original body slumped in the couch facing the balcony. I blinked awake in my own skin, lighter and less imposing, a nerdy mixed-race frame compared to Tyrell's beastly bulk. Weirdly, the euphoric bliss still lingered in my veins, a post-orgasmic high mixed with the thrill of power. I had conquered yet another alpha, corrupted a soul, and left it malleable. Across the bed, Tyrell remained passed out, his face slack, mouth slightly open, drool trickling onto the pillow. His soul is probably now passive and weakened, floated in a haze of fragmented memories, the brotherly bonds forever altered. Where once he'd recall wrestling Tyrone with pride, now flashes of subservient passion intruded: yielding on the grass, moaning under his weight. The big alpha body recuperated slowly as his heart rate steadying, muscles twitching in aftershocks. But the soul, it's primed, its defenses crumbled, ready for me to slip back in tomorrow like a key into a well-worn lock.

Tyrone eventually pulled out with a wet schlick when I ejected myself. His thick and veiny cock, still semi-hard and glistening with saliva and cum. He slapped Tyrell's ass one last time, a possessive smack that echoed faintly.

"Sleep it off, lil bro. Jet lag's a bitch."

He wiped himself on the sheets and smirked, tucking his bulging cock back into his shorts. The fabric is tenting obscenely, the outline clear as day. The room reeked of sex from all the sweat, cum, musk is a potent cocktail that could give away everything if Elaine wandered up. But the noise during the pounding? The bed's rhythmic thumps, the grunts and moans, Tyrone had timed it perfectly. Downstairs, Elaine had her gospel playlist blasting on the kitchen speakers, Aretha Franklin belting "Mary, Don't You Weep" to cover the holiday baking clatter. Any stray sounds would blend into the "boys being boys" assumption, brothers roughhousing, as they always did when Tyrell visited. No suspicion; just family dynamics.

Tyrone straightened his sweater, the gold chain settling back against his chest. He glanced at me and give a subtle nod.

"Good work," he mouthed, before unlocking the door and slipping out casually.

I also slipped out from Tyrell's room a couple moments later. The hallway is quiet, the scent of pies stronger here, masking any lingering musk coming out from this room and maybe it can hide Tyrone's scent too? I heard him skipping staircases earlier, his cock probably still throbbing in his shorts, the bulge impossible to hide if anyone looked close. But I know that his confidence will carry him, Jeremiah channeling Tyrone's narcissistic swagger, striding like nothing happened, strutting as if he just didn't fuck his younger brother

I roamed around trying to listen on the conversation downstairs as I walked out from the bathroom and brushed my teeth while eavesdropping my mom and Tyrone. She's probably still at the counter, apron dusted with flour, stirring a bowl of icing or something. Her face must've been beaming when she said.

"There you are, babe! Tyrell okay? I heard some noise up there—y'all wrestlin' again?"

Fuck.....she really is that oblivious.

Jeremiah—Tyrone—laughed, deep and easy, sounds like he's pulling her into his arms as she sounded a bit more muffled and the stirring sound stopped. Damn....if that's the case, he must've been real bold because when he walked out, I can still see the sweat drying on his skin and the faint sex scent clinging on his body.

"Yeah, lil bro jet-lagged but talkin' big. Had to put him in his place—straight brother shit, you know?" He kissed her right there, deep, possessive, tongue slipping in to claim her mouth, his bulging cock pressing subtly against her thigh through the apron, at least that's what I envisioned based on the sounds they make. She melted into it, oblivious, her hands floury on his back. The kiss lingered, wet and hungry, Tyrone tasting pie dough on her lips, maybe his mind replayed the kiss he gave Tyrell upstairs? Mom pulled back breathless, giggling.

"Mmm, save some for later. Pies almost done."

He slapped her ass playfully.

"Aight, babe. I'ma shower—worked up a sweat handlin' family business." She nodded, turning back to her baking, none the wiser. As he walked up on me eavesdropping, he just smirked at me and muttered under his breath

"She won't be that oblivious tomorrow. Now scooch, boy, I wanna shower. Or are you jealous with your future uncle and want to get a piece of me too? Elaine still busy for at least another hour,"

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Chapter 6 will be the finale! Tell me what you think about this series so far and by the way, if yall ever wanna do a spinoff like having the drill session fleshed into a full story or have additional scenes like the characters are in a a Christmas shopping spree with sex in-between, feel free to expand it all you like! I feel like 6 is already long enough and I definitely don't want to risk bringing this story to January. All in all, Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday!

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Thanks for the muscles mum!

In celebration of reaching 500 subscribers, I thought I'd do a bit of a longer story, even though they don't get as much attention. This was a draft I did last year that kind of got out of hand but I think it ended up turning out pretty well. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the muscles mum! Jordi said as he bent down and kissed his mother Beth on the cheek. Jordi had just won his first bodybuilding competition and was feeling on top of the world. He had blown the competition out of the water with his superior size, symmetry, and conditioning.

But Jordi wasn’t always like this. Growing up he was just like most other boys, with cute, boyish features that mothers like Beth find so adorable. But as other boys his age hit puberty and began to grow into men, Jordi stayed as he was. As he moved through high school, Jordi found himself increasingly socially isolated from his peers and eventually the subject of ridicule and bullying. By the time he had turned 18 during his senior year, he had developed a meek, and submissive personality, not wanting to draw attention to himself for fear of further upsetting his aggressors.

When Jordi started arriving home with bruises on his face, Beth decided enough was enough. She waited until her son was asleep before she crept up to the attic. She crawled over all the piles of junk and boxes of family memorabilia until she found an old wooden box. The box was locked, but the moment she touched it, the heavy metal lock clicked open, revealing an ancient leather-bound book that pulsed with a strange energy. Beth came from a long line of witches, and even though the practice had waned over the years, she was still known to cast the odd spell here and there. The case in point being the love spell she had placed on Jordie's father - although she must have done something wrong in that spell because he left her not long after Jordie’s birth.

The words in the book seemed to shimmer and dance as Beth flicked through the pages. There were spells that would make Jordi grow in height, spells to change his personality, and spells to make him incredibly handsome. But that wasn’t what Beth was after. She still wanted him to be her sweat littleJordi. She just wanted him to be able to stick up for himself a bit more and be comfortable in his own skin. 

Beth continued to flick through the pages until a spell caught her eye. Her understanding of the ancient language of the book was rusty, but the spell appeared to reference boosting one’s inner confidence. She glanced through the complicated spell, and after getting the gist of it, she snuck downstairs. Standing over her son’s sleeping form, she muttered the incantation before sprinkling a small amount of ash in the boy's hair. A slight breeze blew through the room - a sign to Beth that the spell must have worked. She creeped out of the room leaving her boy to his dreams.

The next day at school started as a typical day for Jordi. He spent the day going from class to class, barely talking to anyone and eating his lunch in an inconspicuous place to avoid drawing attention to himself. Eventually, he came to the part of his day he was both dreading and looking forward to - gym class. Thanks to his timetable, his gym class was mostly made out of jocks from the football team. If there was one thing that would ruin your confidence, it was having to watch these paragons of athleticism compete to see who was the top dog. Today was open weights. The jocks spent their time trying to outlift each other, throwing around huge amounts of iron while Jordi quietly did some bodyweight exercises in the corner.

The showers after class were usually a nightmare of taunts and jeers from the jocks, so Jordi had learned to hide away in a toilet cubicle. Eventually, the commotion outside the stall calmed down and the locker room became still. Jordi cracked open the door of the cubical just as he heard the sound of running water begin once again. He peered through the haze of steam into the shower block to see a lone figure against the back wall. Jordi watched from afar, taking in every inch of the figure's colossal physique. Trent was the star linebacker of the football team. While puberty had passed Jordi by, it had hit Trent like a freight train. His massive 6 foot 5 frame easily made him the tallest member on the team by a few inches, causing the coach to request a special higher shower nozzle to be installed just for him. 

The warm water cascaded over his powerful physique. It didn’t seem possible that an 18-year-old could have such mature musculature. His back and lats flared as he reached to soap his solid glutes. Trent turned towards Jordi, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he soaped them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. While his core lacked the insane definition that some jocks had, it was solid and powerful. Jordi’s gaze dropped down to Trent’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as Jordi's wrist.

“I see the little mouse is back again,” a deep baritone voice growled, snapping Jordi back to attention. Trent was staring directly at Jordi with a wide grin on his face. “Well come on then, you know the drill,” he said as he pumped his shaft a few times with one of his large sinewy hands. Jordi wasted no time shucking his gym gear as he entered the showers. As he approached the larger man, Trent’s strokes began to get longer and more sensual as his member began to approach full mast. As a shower rather than a grower, his cock only grew around an inch or so in length but it became impossibly thicker and girthier. 

Jordi reached his hands towards the monster cock in front of him, before he found himself being pushed away. “Beg for it little mouse”, Trent growled as he pushed Jordi to one knee. “Please let me suck your cock”, Jordi pleaded, his eyes locked on the dick in front of him. Smack, Jordi winced as Trent slapped his meaty cock against Jordi’s cheek. “Not good enough little mouse”, Trent berated. Jordi looked up into Trent’s eyes, “Please sir, let me worship your cock”, Jordi said, tears in his eyes as his hand rubbed the stinging red patch on his cheek where the dick had hit him. He looked truly pathetic. Trent smiled and placed his hands on the back of Jordi’s head, guiding the smaller boy towards his waiting cock.

As Jordi’s mouth wrapped its way around his throbbing cock, Trent threw his head back in ecstasy. The little dude was normally a good cock sucker with his tight mouth and soft lips but this time was truly wild. Jordi devoured the cock in front of him, forcing as much of the meat stick into his mouth as he could as it rammed the back of his throat. As he choked and spluttered, he felt a strange feeling grow inside of him. A feeling of confidence. Newly emboldened, he did something he'd never done before. He began to fondle his significantly smaller cock with one of his hands as he pleasured the beast that was towering over him. 

Little did the two men know, the spell was going haywire. The sheer magnitude of the emasculation that Jordi was experiencing, combined with Jordi’s willingness to be dominated in such a fashion was stretching the magic to its limits. If it had been cast by a more experienced witch, it may have held, but the unstable magic eventually burst from the confines that Beth had placed on it. 

The primal force had the single drive - to boost Jordi’s confidence to balance out this perceived humiliation. But as it was only intended to provide a small boost, the spell didn’t have the energy to perform its directive. It rushed through the room looking for a source of energy before it settled on a bountiful source - Trent. The magic flowed through Trent, analysing the very core of his being before it found what it was searching for. The source of Trent’s confidence was his superior masculinity. This was the potent source that the spell needed to complete its mission.

The spell settled in Trent’s balls where it began to strip Trent of his bountiful virility. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins was too much for Trent. He let loose a deep growl as he began to cum the biggest load of his life. Jordi choked and gagged as a massive volley of cum shot out of the huge cock inside his mouth. As Trent’s cock continued to spew cum, his balls began to shrink and shrivel. 

As Jordi took volley after volley of Trent's seed, the spell ensured that he also drained Trent of the raw masculinity that made him the titan that he was today. Jordi’s small testicles began to swell in size, sending a cocktail of hormones throughout his body. An inherent sense of confidence began to build inside him as he began to suck the rest of the potent liquid out of Trent’s cock. 

Trent’s testicles continued shrinking to the size of small grapes. The ecstasy that Trent was feeling was too much and the jock blacked out and crashed to the floor. Riding his sudden wave of confidence, Jordi stood up and jacked his small dick a few times, before sending several thick loads of cum all over the unconscious jock. Jordi had never cummed before, and the sheer volume and viscosity of this load surprised him. He looked down at the jock drenched in his seed. “Pathetic”, Jordi said as he spat on the spent athlete before turning to leave the showers.

From that day, Jordi’s life began to change. Just as he finished high school, Jordi began to undergo a huge growth spurt that continued throughout the summer until he started college standing at just over 6’5. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. He thrived at every physical pursuit he put his mind to, even beating out the senior men.

He garnered a serious amount of attention from his classmates of both sexes, quickly becoming a popular member of the student body. He was invited to all the hottest parties where people clamored to hang out with him, in the vein hope that some of his majesty would rub off on them. He stood head and shoulders above the other guys in his classes, even his fellow jocks who looked up to him in reverence. As such he commanded absolute authority and he always got first dibs on which lucky girl he'd decide to take home. He was even know to bed the girlfriends of those in his crew, sometimes several at once, just to remind the smaller men who was the alpha. When he was done with them, they'd return to their boyfriends wishing that their pricks would stretch them the same way that Jordi's monster had.

In his final year of college, Jordi discovered bodybuilding. His body responded to the more intense workout routine and strict diet by packing on pound after pound of shredded muscle onto his also large frame. His hulking physique commanded attention as no one else in his college could. Those who were lucky enough to spend a night with Jordi recounted stories of animalistic sex drive and tales of limping home the next day after a night riding his legendary cock. 

Shortly after graduation, Jordi was ready to enter his first show. His conditioning and definition were both so insane that the judges practically gave him the win the moment he stepped foot on stage. A few of the other competitors wanted to give up once they saw his phenomenal form, but Jordi pressured them to stay on the stage as their comparatively small physiques further added to the majesty of his own.

Jordi was fizzing after winning the contest. He had kissed his mum goodbye at the contest venue and had climbed into his Jeep. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, savouring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The rush he felt from dominating those other bodybuilders who were in the best conditioning of their lives was absolutely intoxicating. And in his hometown no less. His hand slipped into his shorts, massaging the kinks out of his engorged package. It had taken so much self-control to not get a raging hard-on right there on the stage as the lesser men had shied away posing next to his dominating form. He bit his lip and composed himself. A self-worship session would need to wait. 

He started his jeep and drove over to his hometown’s gym. He had never worked out there in his youth, being too weak and feeble to ever dream of setting foot in the door. But now that he was a god among men, he saw it as a personal victory to walk through the doors and let everyone witness the beast he had become.

‘Excuse me, sir, can I please see your membership card?’ a slender man called from behind the sign-in counter as Jordie confidently strode into the gym. Jordi shot a menacing glare at the man, causing him to shrink away as Jordi made his way over to the free weights. Jordi spent the next few hours working out his huge muscles until his body was swollen and drenched with glistening sweat. The other gym patrons had long since left, either to avoid the behemoth's loud grunts as he heaved double the weight they could ever dream of or to furiously masturbate in their cars as they pictured his impressive form. 

At the end of his workout, Jordi made his way into the locker room, where he proceeded to get undressed. His hulking torso seemed to swell even bigger as he peeled off his shirt, his bronzed form on full display like some sort of work of art. He dropped his shorts revealing his monstrous cock and balls as he made his way into the back of the showers, his heavy footsteps thudding on the damp floor and his oversized cock swinging between his bulging quads. 

Jordi turned on the faucet, and a hot stream of water began to pour over his hulking form. He smiled to himself, the facet came up to just below his chin. They really should install higher ones for towering individuals like himself. His calloused hands proceeded to roam his swollen muscles, cleaning the potent sweat and fake tan off his skin. 

Jordi heard someone clearing their throat behind him. “Excuse me, sir, gym facilities are for paying members only,” a high-pitched voice croaked. Jordi turned his head to find the slender employee from earlier. Jordi smiled to himself. He slowly turned the rest of his body towards the smaller man, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he continued to soap them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. The water cascaded down his brick-like abs, flowing like rivers through each of the deep valleys and ridges that made up his powerful midsection. Jordi noticed the smaller man's gaze travel downwards as he became mesmerised by Jordie’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as his wrist.

“I guess you’re the little mouse now Trent,” Jordi rumbled in his deep baritone. Trent’s eyes went wide. It couldn’t be that kid from gym class. Ignoring the behemoth's hulking body, he took a long look at the handsome face of the man in front of him. The bodybuilder could have been the kid's older, hotter brother. The kid that used to make suck him off after practice. He had stronger, more masculine facial features but those dazzling brown eyes were unmistakable.

Trent’s mind went back to that day in the showers when he woke on the floor covered in cum, his nuts shrivelled and tiny. His life had changed that day. It was like his confidence had vanished overnight. The other changes started small. First, his girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't get it up in bed anymore, his normal insatiable sex drive fading. Then the coach said his killer instinct had gone, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the football team. 

Then the shrinking began. Each morning he woke up ever so slightly smaller. No one in his family believed him, instead, they just told him to work out more and lay off the junk food. The lingering magic clouded their memories so that they believed that he had always been at his current height.

By the end of senior year, Trent had lost a couple of inches in height and his hard muscle had become soft with fat. It even got worse when he started college. He ended up dropping out at the end of his first year after he had shrunk over a foot in height and his body was bulging with soft fat. Worst of all, his once legendary package has shrivelled down to a pencil-thin prick that matched his raisin-sized balls.

Eventually, after hitting rock bottom and returning to his hometown, he managed to salvage his life somewhat. He joined his local gym and managed to fight his genetics to lose most of his flab. There were still stubborn pockets of fat in his cheeks and butt that he couldn’t seem to shift and he never managed to put on any muscle, but it was a vast improvement over his time in college. He even managed to get a job at the gym as a weight loss coach. His life had improved, but gone was the titan that he was a few short years ago, and in his place was a twink of a man. And now, somehow he was staring up at the life he should have had. 

“Jordi?” the little man stammered. “In the flesh,” the big man said as he continued to massage his swollen muscles. Trent was mesmerised by the grace and tenderness of the brute's movements as he caressed his muscles in large, arching motions, his fingers dancing along the ridges and peaks of his bulging form. Jordi caught him staring. “Yeah, I changed a bit since you last saw me”, Jordi explained as he kneaded his heavy pecs, “most people can’t get enough of the new and improved me”. The titan began to trace his fingers down his rock-hard abs. “You know I won my pro-card today - and I’ve only been bodybuilding for about a year”. “It’s like my genetics are perfectly programmed for putting on pound after pound of clean muscle at an insane rate”. Jordi put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, giving him an impressive v-taper. 

“But how? You were so small during gym class, how did you…” Trent paused mid-sentence as everything clicked in his mind. Jordi had somehow taken everything from him. His muscles. His height. His manhood. With tears in his eyes, Trent darted across the showers and started clawing at the larger man. “Give it back, give me back my body” Trent wailed with tears in his eyes, his small fists completely ineffective against the solid core of the mammoth in front of him. Jordi sniggered. His former bully couldn’t even reach past the bottom row of his abs. 

Trent felt something poke him in the chest. He looked down to see Jordi’s colossal cock was level with his chest. And it was fully erect. Trent was mesmerised by the sheer size of the monster appendage. 

Seeing the smaller man’s reaction to his fuck stick, Jordi reached down with one of his calloused hands and gently pulled back his foreskin exposing it’s thick mushroom head. The air was instantly filled with a pungent aroma of sweat and musk that seemed to pour out of his exposed glands. 

Trent found himself salivating. He opened his mouth and slowly moved his head towards the monstrous appendage in front of him. As his tongue was just about to make contact, Trent felt himself be pushed backwards as Jordi pressed him to the floor with one of his huge size 15 feet. “I want you to beg for it little mouse,” Jordi growled at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. Trent looked up at the titan towering above him, marvelling at how the water was cascading down the ridges and valleys of the man's musculature. “Please let me suck your cock!” he pleaded as he pulled himself to his knees. Smack! Trent’s cheek stung as Jordi’s meaty cock smacked him across his face. “Not good enough,” Jordi said, his deep voice laden with venom. 

Trent looked up at the man with wide eyes filled with tears and a thick red mark on his cheek. How the tables had turned. He mumbled something under his breath. “What was that runt?” Jordi roared, fire in his eyes. “I said, I’m glad you took my muscles!'' Trent squeaked, “ You took them from me and used them to become so much more. They were wasted on me. I would have never been able to get to the size you are. The definition you have. The god you are”. Tears were streaming down Trent's face as he kneaded Jordies colossal thighs with his small hands. “Please, let me worship you like the alpha you are,” Trent said, pleading to the large man. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Jordi's chest. “You see little mouse, that’s the difference between a true alpha like me, and the wanna-be’s like you used to be,” Jordi said as flexed his powerful forearms, watching the thick chords of dance underneath the surface of his paper-thin skin. “Pretenders let people worship them,” the larger man said, his gaze beering deep into Trent’s soul. Real alpha’s make them worship. With that, Jordi grabbed the back of Trent’s head with both hands and forced him down onto his cock. 

Trent’s small mouth was stretched to its limits to accommodate the sheer size of the mushroom head. Jordi began to force more of his shaft into Trent’s waiting mouth. The titan battered the smaller man’s mouth for what seemed like hours, as Trent's eyes became red and his face bruised from the battering. But throughout, Trent's tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cock that was being jackhammered into his mouth. One of Trent's hands massaged Jordi's oversized balls, while the other massaged any muscle it could get his hands on from Jordi's colossal quads to his diamond-cut abs. Eventually, he settled on using both hands to stimulate the sizable length of shaft that he simply couldn't fit into his mouth. Anything to better please the god in front of him. 

With a roar, Jordi forced the head of his cock down Jordi's throat and began to cum rope after rope of thick cum straight down his gullet. Trent greedily guzzled down as much as he could until the volume being released began to leak out of the sides of his mouth and he was practically drowning in Jordi’s potent seed.

Jordi pulled his colossal member out of Trent’s mouth, causing the smaller man to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. Some small part of Trent wanted him to look up and see Jordi passed out on the ground, as if he had somehow managed to suck his manhood back out of the titan’s cock. But as he slipped his hand into his cum soaked shorts, he found his all too familiar raisin-sized testicles. Instead, he looked up to see Trent still towering above him, a terrifying look of lust in his eyes, and his cock still rock hard as it oozed cum. As if in a trance, Trent turned away from the hulking man. He slowly pulled down his gym shorts, and bent over, offering his perky twink butt to the hulking titan.

Wild with lust, Jordi picked Trent up and lowered him down on his waiting cock. Trent wailed as the huge member pushed up against his virgin hole. Jordi grunted as he tried to push his way inside but he was just too huge. The remnants of the spell cast all of those years ago flared to life one last time, once again surging around the room. They flowed into Trent, changing him one last time. Jordi felt Trent’s hole relax ever so slightly. It was still an incredibly tight fit, but he managed to force his way inside. Jordi moaned as inch after inch of his cock forced it's way inside of Trent's perky bubble butt. It was so incredibly tight that it seemed like his ass was perfectly made to take his massive dick and provide him with as much pleasure as possible. 

Its mission fulfilled, the magic finally dissipated and faded, leaving only Trent’s high-pitched moans and Jordi’s deep rumbling grunts as Jordi bred his former tormentor like the pathetic little mouse he was. 

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Festival Vibes

“Fuck yea!”, Johnny roared over the noise of the crowd as he struck a double bicep pose. Life was good. The sun was shining, the beats were blasting, and the chicks were banging. And to top it all off he was one fucking hot alpha stud with a cocktail of drugs and testosterone pumping through his veins, and a massive donkey dick swinging in his shorts. He stood head and shoulders above the beta losers around him as girls took turns swinging off his thick biceps. Who would have thought that this would be the life that old bean pole would come to live.

Johnny had been a short, skinny kid growing up. During middle school, athletic kids like Kyle always used to tease him for his smaller size and lack of athletic ability. Things changed in the summer before high school when Johnny had a massive growth spurt. He was now taller than all of his classmates by at least half a foot, a statistic that he would go on to maintain throughout high school. But despite his towering height, Johnny was still as skinny as a reed, earning him the nickname Beanpole from Kyle.

Even with his high school jock physique, Kyle was envious of how Johnny towered over all the other students. This envy manifested in acts of aggression to assert his dominance. He would shove Johnny in the hallway, made sure to tackle him extra hard in gym class, and scare off any students that would dare try and make friends with poor Beanpole.

Most of all, Kyle liked to play practical jokes on Johnny. Things came to a head towards the end of senior year. Johnny was making his way across the quad when Kyle snuck up behind him and pulled down the taller boy's pants in front of half of the student body. Kyle began congratulating himself on another well-executed prank when he realised everyone was watching on in stunned silence.

Kyle looked down to see that Johnny was sporting the biggest cock and balls that he had ever seen. “What the fuck, you freak?” Kyle stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing, turning his back on Johnny. Something primal came over Johnny. A strange feeling of dominance turned his vision red. In one swift motion, Johnny reached down and tugged down Kyle’s shorts. The whole quad burst out laughing as they saw that Kyle was packing a thin stub of a cock. In reality, Kyle was only slightly below average, but in comparison to the monster that Kyle was sporting, he looked like a little boy.

From that day, the dynamic changed. Johnny found himself being invited to all the popular kid's parties. At one of these parties, he found himself hooking up with a cheerleader. One thing led to another, and soon half the party was listening to the cheerleader moan at the top of her lungs as she rode his monster cock. From that day forward, he was no longer Beanpole, he was Big Red. It wasn’t long before he had worked his way through all the hottest chicks in the student body. Everyone wanted a ride on Big Red.

With his newfound self-esteem and social standing, Johnny began to make changes in other parts of his life. He began working out and looking after his diet. By the time he was off to college, he had put on a reasonable amount of muscle onto his tall frame. He loved all the comments he was getting about his size, so he doubled down on his gym routine and began experimenting with a cocktail of hormones during his freshman year of college.

By the summer of his sophomore year, Johnny had grown to 230 pounds of solid muscle, and his ego had grown to match. He had numerous endorsements with supplement brands and was showered in free gym gear from the hottest labels. He had quickly worked his way through all the hottest chicks in his year and had even started on the senior class. At 6’5 he towered over all the other dudes at his college, and he constantly made sure to let them know he was the superior male specimen. If Johnny hadn’t been so self-centered, he may have noticed his attitude has morphed into that of his high school bully’s.

Kyle’s life had changed after that fateful day as well. Word quickly spread of his less than impressive package and it wasn’t long before someone came up with the nickname JellyBean. He instantly dropped to the bottom of the food chain. At the last party he was invited to, he saw Johnny leading his ex-girlfriend away into one of the bedrooms where she proceeded to scream his name for the next hour.

His confidence shattered, Kyle messed up his trial for a football scholarship and he had to get a dead-end job at a factory after he graduated. The work was hard and draining so he came home sore and exhausted. Lacking the motivation to work out, his physique softened and his body grew thick with fat.

One day a picture of Johnny came up on Kyle's Instagram feed. Kyle was consumed with envy as he scrolled through the hunks profile, seeing the incredible life he led. From that night onward, Kyle furiously masturbated to his former classmate, fantasising about how his life could have been different.

One night while browsing the web, he found an old post about astral projection. That night Kyle found himself floating above his body. He panicked as his brain tried to process what was happening. He had somehow managed to astral project. The next few weeks were spent honing his newfound skill until he was eventually able to travel long distances with ease.

Late one night, he managed to get all the way to Johnny’s campus. He floated through the dorm rooms until he found his former classmate's dorm room. And there Johnny was, in all of his naked glory. His frame was so large, that his feet were poking out the bottom of his simple dorm room bed. His muscles were glistening with sweat, and his cock oozed cum as he held a busty brunette against his muscular frame.

Kyle felt compelled to touch the sleeping giant as he reached one of his spectral hands towards the mans hulking chest. His hand glowed as it made contact with the muscle before it began to sink into the bigger man's flesh. Kyle was ecstatic, it was just like in the movies. He would be able to take Johnny’s life for his own. “NO!”, roared a foreign presence in Kyle's mind. He found himself forced out of Johnny’s body and flung back into his own where he awoke with a start.

After reading up online, Kyle realised that Johnny’s will was just too dominating to lose control over his body. Kyle resigned himself to watching Johnny each night, living the life he could have almost had.

That was until the festival. Johnny had stumbled towards a bank of porta-potties to take a slash. All of them were full so he decided to find an out-of-the-way spot where he could take care of business. Due to the cocktail of drugs and alcohol, combined with the scorching heat of the desert sun, Johnny soon found himself losing his balance. The large man slumped against a wall to stop the world from spinning and promptly passed out.

Kyle has just so happened to be watching this scene take place. He floated down to Johnny and inspected his slumbering form. Johnny’s choice of festival attire left little to the imagination. His impressive arms were on show, having turned a light shade of red in the sweltering sun. His muscle singlet had torn slightly around the neck as it couldn’t contain the sheer bulk of his chest. His thick quads burst out of his colourful shorts, the imprint of his monster cock clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Huge calves worked in tandem with his massive feet to support his huge frame. And it was all his for the taking.

Kyle pushed his spectral hand into Johnny’s chest. A familiar force tried to push him out. But this time the force was weaker. “No,” the voice in his head said feebly. Kyle smirked to himself and proceeded to force the rest of the way inside.

Johnny heard the voice again “No stop!”, the voice said, this time in a more panicked tone. Seizing his advantage, Kyle willed his spirit to develop Johnny’s presence. The two clashed in a battle of will, but Johnny in his weakened state was fighting a losing battle. Kyle began to strip parts of Johnny’s spirit. His dominance, his masculinity, his drive, until nothing was left except a defenseless shell. “Please, don’t do this,” Johnny pleaded as Kyle willed his spirit to devour what was left of Johnny’s will.

Kyle opened his eyes and looked down to find a huge set of pecs blocking his vision. It has worked. He was now Johnny. He hauled himself to his feet, momentarily experiencing vertigo as he got used to seeing the world from so high up. He wasted no time exploring his new body, his large calloused hands exploring the sheer volume of each of his pecs and the deep groves of his abs.

Eventually his hands wandered into his overstuffed briefs. He moaned as he squeezed his bull nuts and massaged his colossal cock. “Looks like you need a hand with that,” a voice said. Kyle opened his eyes to find a smoking hot chick had wandered around the back of the building. Kyle smirked to himself. Less than a minute after taking over Johnny’s body and chicks were already throwing themselves at him.

The new Johnny peeled off his singlet, before scooping the girl up in his big arms, and going in for a deep kiss. The girl kissed back as she draped her hands over his huge traps, her thighs resting on either side of his ripped torso. One of her hands pushed its way into his overstuffed shorts, her eyes going wide momentarily as she realised what she was dealing with before she composed herself.

“Think you can take it?” Johnny whispered in her ear as her hands explored the length of his thick shaft, her dainty hand not even close to getting around its incredible girth. Johnny spun the girl around, and pulled down his shorts releasing his python from it’s fabric cage. He paused momentarily, taking in the gravity of the situation. Everything was finally right in the world. The sun, the music, the chicks, the body. He was back to being the alpha he always should have been. He let out a deep rumbling moan as he lowered the chick onto his waiting cock.

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So @thesuitaskin said to give more highlight to Cole, and you know what, hell yeah, I have bunch of his pics in my archive so why not. Spinning off the spinoff, I guess?

Spinoff: The Man That Falls

Shawn wiped the sweat from his brow, the cheap motel room thick with the smell of mold and fear. Cole, tied to a rickety chair, his usually jovial face contorted with terror, was the source of the latter. Shawn circled him, the syringe glinting menacingly in the dim light filtering through the grimy window.

"Shoulda minded your business, flyboy," Shawn said, his voice a low growl. "Now look at you. All trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."

"You're insane. What do you even want?" Cole strained against the ropes, his muscular arms bulging, but the knots held firm.

Shawn chuckled, a humorless sound that bounced off the peeling wallpaper.

"What do I want? I want your life, Cole. Your clean life. Your life where people respect you, not fear you. Your life where you ain't gotta look over your shoulder every damn second. The same life that you denied me,"

He stopped circling and stood directly in front of Cole, the needle a hair's breadth from his skin.

"See, you messed up when you rejected me a few years ago in the recruitment center because you believed that bitch shrink evaluation about me. Tendency for violence, pffttt....stupid. Then, you messed up again when you decided to play hero earlier this week. You saw something you shouldn't have, now you gotta pay the price."

Shawn traced the outline of Cole's bicep with the tip of the syringe. "This," he said, admiration lacing his voice, "this is power. Respect. This is what I want,"

"You'll never get away with this," Cole spat at him, the glob of saliva landing on Shawn's cheek.

Shawn wiped his face with the back of his hand, his eyes hardening.

"Oh, I will. I've thought this through. Every single step." He gestured around the room. "Nobody knows you're here. Nobody cares about a washed-up thug like me. By the time anyone notices you're gone, I'll be you."

He began to explain his plan in detail, relishing the look of horror on Cole's face. The injection, he explained, was a potent muscle relaxant, specially formulated by one of the cartel's shady chemists. It would paralyze Cole, leaving him conscious but unable to move. But at the same time, Cole's body would be malleable for manipulation. Then the pill, deep blue and very enchanting, it would dissolve everything Cole and made the studly blonde physique merely an empty husk with all its essence pooled like a huge lump. Shawn would then be able to simply slide himself through the mouth and entered the body like a snake burrowing into its resting place. Once settled perfectly, the Cole essence would then be absorbed like water by his invading body, fusing with his physique and granting Shawn full access to Cole's deepest memories and reflexes. It's a one-way ride for Cole but Shawn always has the option to move around if needed since he still retained his physique after all. Only after this, Shawn would be encased within a white, muscular skinsuit of a soldier that loves his country and proud of his job

Cole's eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That's some sci-fi bullshit! Fuck, are you high now? Is that what the work with the cartel caused you?" Cole managed to choke out, he remained fighting to be free from his tight, Eagle Scout-level knots.

Shawn ignored him, lost in his own macabre fantasy as he spun Cole's chair around to stare at the full-length mirror

"I'll wear you, Cole. I'll walk in your shoes, talk with your voice, feel the sun on your skin… your skin. I'll be the Air Force officer, the respected soldier. Everyone will love me. They'll adore me. Sarah will adore me,"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I will make sure that Sarah feels every single inch of this tool and screamed your name as she's never going to find out about this," Shawn said while cupping Cole's package

Shawn saw the pure, unadulterated hatred in Cole's eyes. Well, that just made him even more excited. Without any pauses whatsoever, he plunged the needle into Cole's arm, surprising the shirtless stud as he yelped in pain as more and more of the liquid entered his system

The paralysis took hold quickly. Cole's struggles weakened, his body slumping against the ropes. His eyes, however, remained wide open, filled with unspeakable dread. Shawn watched, fascinated, as the life slowly drained out of him. Time for phase two. He grabbed the pill from the small zip-lock plastic bag and instantly shoved it down Cole's throat. The once hateful glare weakened to the point of his eyes losing its radiance as Cole no longer conscious. His nose no longer inhales oxygen and his mouth simply agape as the life force that powered his body essentially sucked away. Shawn's hand busily tracing Cole's physique, but a smirk appeared on his face as he realized that Cole's body really started to get deflated

A couple minutes of waiting while smoking his weed, Cole seemingly finished cooking. His body, even in its flat form, still got some weight and pronounced definition. Not wanting to waste more time, Shawn stretched Cole's mouth and started to push his feet and legs inside as if he's wearing an overall, but with the tightness of a biking gear. Pushing through the rubbery stretchiness, the feet quickly managed to be locked in its place, his size 11 now covered inside a hairy, calloused, size 13, white feet. He smirked, as it was just the beginning. His legs and thighs exploded as Cole has quite the inclination to really push himself on leg day while Shawn tend to keep his legs athletic and lean for evading cops and all. Leg day also affected the glutes behind so now in its corporeal form, Shawn has quite the perky, muscular butt courtesy of Cole's rigorous training, which he welcomed with a generous cupping as if he's grabbing on some girl's ass cheeks.

"Fuck," he mouthed to himself as the sensation of having a completely workout-targeted lower body part turned out to be such a massive turn-on, his cock hardened inside the stretchy rubbery bodysuit trying to find its resting place. Shawn slid through his 7 inches into Cole's 6. He could only grinned when he realized that rather than stopping at the full length, Shawn's extra length transferred to the malleable Cole's form, making Cole's appendage reached the 7 inches length soft while at the same time maintaining the girthiness that Cole originally owned in the first place. Alive once more, the floppy thick beer can gained yet additional length as it hardened to match Shawn's arousal towards the overall process

The torso followed suit very quickly as he just needed to twist and turn a bit before finally feeling Cole's jutting pecs and ridges of abdominal muscles as if it's always been his, the back aligned itself too pretty quickly. The arms were not necessarily a major problem since it's pretty loose. Cole's practically owned monster arms to begin with while Shawn kept his lean, but the euphoric sensation of integrating his arm with Cole's definitely stirred his cock to its destructive full-length as it started to leak pre when he flexed his new arms to get the sense on how insanely hard Cole trained for his biceps and triceps

He was this close to lost to the temptation of simply letting himself go off, but he knew it would be even sweeter to do so when he put on Cole's face so he stretched that mouth once more and shimmied his head in as if he's wearing balaclava, only it's someone's face that he put on. When locked in place, the full essence of Cole instantly activated and that's when Shawn finally saw himself in his full, impeccable form as Senior Airman Cole Armstrong. The overwhelming sensation cause him to spew his load all over the carpet of the motel room, which he followed with a very rich and excited laughter as reality really sunk in for him that the cartel claim were not bogus and he just took over the life of a white US Air Forces staffer. As he calmed himself down, he finally got a clearer reflection of his new self

Cole's face stared back at him, the familiar blonde hair framing his features. He flexed in the mirror, admiring Cole's massive muscles now superimposed on his own frame, the cock shiny from the whole mess it just spewed and his cum-stricked hairy legs and quads looked amazing

He walked around the room, testing his movements. The skin suit was surprisingly flexible, allowing him to move with ease. He spoke, practicing Cole's voice, mimicking his mannerisms or even his speech pattern and also the typical military talk

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Senior Airman Cole Armstrong, ready for duty, Sir!"

Every words that came out of his mouth sounded just like the typical Cole, but with a bit more venom that only few would notice. The memory really came in clutch. He's perfect. He's Cole Armstrong

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Shawn integrated himself seamlessly to the career of an up-and-coming military superstar.

Cole's technical background as electrical engineering graduate plus the fact that he came from lineage of US Air Force really accelerated his career development, and Shawn's arrogance just fueled that acceleration even more as he craved the attention, the recognition and also the notoriety to really claim more stakes and ownership on the works that the real Cole would humbly say as collaborative work or team effort. This new Cole would claim every initiative, every progression and every single achievement as his or came from the brilliance of his mind. He would not even hesitate to name drop his gramps, his father or even as far-fetched as his uncle as source of the inspiration for the idea too to also let others know that he came from a family of real war heroes and traiblazers in the Air Force

Personal life was a bit trickier, but nothing he couldn't handle. When he slipped into Cole at the very beginning, Cole was fresh from a break up with this chick named Molly, but he already put an eye on Sarah Parker. Well, Shawn has no idea whether it was Cole's mind that affected him or something else entirely, she also excited him. Sarah has just this irresistible MILF charm that's too tempting and like a jackpot, she's also the parent of one of the dweeb in Shawn's highschool ages ago that just annoyed Shawn everytime his whiny ass answered question from the teachers or spoke out in his little activism corner. Dude's named Thomas, and he stupidly witnessed Shawn slid out of Cole's once so he needed to be exiled, which Shawn carried out in record speed as Timid Tommy has no backbone whatsoever and accepted his fate rather easily while Shawn fooled and ravaged Timid Tommy's mom as he pleases since she fell head over heels for him

One that put up a bit more fight was definitely Cody, Cole's little brother. Long story short, the younger blonde stud walked in on his big brother's empty body crumpled in bed and a naked wet black thug that just walked out from the ensuite bathroom with his eyes clearly surprised by Cody's presence. Luckily, one of Shawn's crew, Trayvon, just visited earlier and still inside the house but decided to hide when he realized that someone he never recognized before from Shawn/Cole story walked in to the house with ease as if he owned the place. Trayvon lunged from behind and hit Cody's head with his gun and that was enough to knock him out, which led to the development of Cody's bodysuit that has been worn by Trayvon ever since that day.

"Easy bro, your secret remained safe with me. I heard nothing and I saw nothing except my big bro coming out of the bathroom buck-naked, that's it," Trayvon said using the drawl and inflection very similar to Cody's way of speaking, "now, if you can excuse me, I'll head back home. My fucking beautiful wife Ellie is waiting for me already," continued Cody with a grin on his face, yes it might be Cody's in physique but there's about to be a new man that pummeled into Ellie's hole later that night yet Ellie wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.

Cole just smiled, it was a close one but he survived for yet another day, and it was turned out to be the start of his more recent expansion

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As everything seemingly went smoothly, something to note about Cole's career development is the fact that Senior Airman Cole Armstrong received yet another promotion as he turned into Staff Sergeant Cole Armstrong. Aside from the spectacular work he put on, he also received some help from his closest friends the same way he sorted out Cole's lil bro, Cody. He needed more, and that's why he's spending his time on leave with his 2 fellow Staff Sergeant, Daniel Jacobs and Spencer Murray, all three enjoying a short break to town for fishing trips earlier on that day and drinking some good cold beers in the bar downtown.

They planned to head back to the base the next morning. Unfortunately for Jacobs and Murray, they wouldn't even see the sun rises again if everything went according to Armstrong plan, his two crews Tristan and Deion already put their eyes on their latest acquisition while licking their lips from the other end of the bar — the prospect of becoming two white and powerful soldiers just too tempting to resist.

As for Cole, he considered retirement if the takeover worked as he wanted to focus on the demand that appeared from the cartel that just grew so much more lucrative, and if the two puppets are to be installed, he definitely could retire in peace as in daily basis, his crews would just do the work under the disguise of being the patriotic and dutiful soldiers + they could continue to torment Tommy in the base and kept a tab on him. Maybe he could also mix up the business with a bit work in with Veteran Affairs, plenty of connections that he could work with or utilized against as long as he remained under this disguise.

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Okay, I think I jam-packed a bit too much here. I want to develop a separate story for Cody-Cole dynamic hence I left it very general. I also want to make one final loop to tie in the detectives and the expansion Cole did. Shoot me your ideas on things you want to see in the storyline!

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Spinoff: Hunter's Up to Something

I love the model way too much, I can't resist to write a spinoff from it that hopefully you guys can enjoy

Life goes on smoothly as expected by Liam as his shift into Hunter McAllister becomes more permanent than ever. After wringing Hunter's dry out of his essence that could last Liam's disguise for a lifetime alongside all these clothing imbued with the real Hunter's essence, Liam stashed the drugged-out body of the real Hunter to the creek behind the main campus a couple days after the takeover and he never heard anything about it ever since. Plus it's not like anyone reported that Hunter McAllister is missing when they see him in the flesh every single day in the gym, the parties or sometimes in the classes

Besides his daily workout and training schedule with classes in-between, most of his time spent in fraternizing with his brothers or fucking his girlfriend like rabbits everytime he damn well pleased. He's barely alone except in his sleep and that even hampered by either Kyle lounging around their apartment or his girlfriend that demanded his attention (and his cock). So, when the coast is clear and no one's around, Hunter usually used the opportunity to give himself a moment to appreciate his good look while speaking as if he's no Hunter goading himself to the edge of his own frustration

Not so fucking strong anymore don't you, huh? Look at you gooning at your own reflection, yeah you are fucking hot and that's why I'm taking your form, fucker!"

"Hhmmmmmmmhhh.....this dick causes her to scream, just 6 months ago she barely wanted to even let her skin bumped to mine, now I fucking own her hole and her mindddaahhhHHHHHH!"

A few days turned into a few weeks and then without his realization, a few months, and by the time he already started the next and final semester of Hunter McAllister glorious college years, he's so deep in his Hunter roleplay, things started to get a bit mundane no matter how hot it is to listen to himself moaning while masturbating in front of the mirror or when he piled on his girlfriend's sloppy pussy. He started to look out for more excitement, something that can boost his adrenaline beyond bashing nerds, winning matches or experimented new position and risky public display of unrestrained lust with his girlfriend. That's when he realized that there's nothing better than getting back to what started this all, the idea of living another life and he just stumbled with the perfect candidate for it earlier this morning during his run

Assistant Coach Sorensen newly joined the team by the start of the season last semester, but he already built quite a great rapport with most of the players. The guy is fun, he's insightful and just generally a pleasant person to be around. He's also an Engineering graduate with quite a path that Hunter wanted to emulate too in his studies so he instantly connected with the late 30s assistant coach in his final playing season. Just this morning, after some times not really in touch with the coaching team as he finished his college football career already, a closer good look on the man stirred something in Hunter that's never been triggered for quite some times. Pure, unfiltered lust hit his senses as he jogged past Sorensen and smelled the intense aroma of that hairy muscle otter in all his jogging glory with what he could only describe as a fucking slut shorts. If the man doesn't have a wedding ring on his finger, Hunter would probably call the whole thing as Mr. Sorensen being an attention-whore of a male peacock with such display.

Jittery from the crashout of not instantly fulfilling his lust, Hunter brain literally stormed for the past few hours on how to exactly do what he wanted to do. He doesn't want to fuck his own coach or get fucked and become his musk whore or something, no, he wanted to be him. After yet another intense self-worshipping session that involves him also licking the spurt-out cum in the full-length mirror of his bedroom, Hunter made up his mind. This body is too beautiful to be dumped and he already set his life to be Hunter McAllister, so this Sorensen's escapade will be his temporary plaything, a side hobby when he's feeling the itch to be someone else and use his power to its full potential. He will just steal Sorensen's clothing, shift into him and parade around as him for a few hours and then return to his statuesque, 6'3" Adonis college senior form.

Looking at the clock, time flies already as it shows that it's almost 4.30 PM. He originally planned to work on his thesis but all the ideation and thinking to fulfill his desire managed to trump all that as it distracted him so bad he's literally losing track of time. He grabbed his gym bag and then his car key to then head out to the stadium where Sorensen usually hang around before the training starts around 6 PM.

Hunter waited patiently for his time to strike and when he sensed that the boys already out from the locker room alongside the staffers, he rushes out from his car and get inside the locker room of the stadium quickly. He walked past some people while trying to get in the locker room but it's not like it's an odd thing for a former player for the team to stroll around the training compound so no one really bat an eye or noticed the rock-hard boner Hunter sported.

As expected, most of the lockers are unlocked. The earlier 2000s coach weirdly believed it as his good luck charm but then it passed down to the next batches and became a tradition ever since, which is a fortunate situation for the snooping senior. As he found Sorensen's locker, he grabbed the towel from the top of the stack and quickly run to the sauna in the washing area of the locker room. The school is rooted in Scandinavian-American society of the area hence the existence of people like Sorensen and the facilities like sauna that might not exist in every university football team stadium in the first place. He also tried to avoid the camera to capture him since yes the locker room is a private area but there's at least 2 cams installed there after a hazing case revealed to happen in the locker room, so sauna is the best place for the transformation to happen as no peering eyes or tech can spy and witness his transformation. He quickly rubbed the towel all over his body to start his shift. In an instant, hair started to grow all over his body that lose its statuesque definition and replaced with a more beefy yet still hard and well-maintained muscle. He slightly shrinks in height to a decent 6'1" yet his feet swell 1 size up as hair also grows out to decorate his toes and make it extra musky. As the changes hit all corner of his form, he finally feel a sense of joy and quenched thirst that countless masturbation to his demi-god reflection as Hunter just cannot fulfill. So he's been craving this magic to run through his veins once more, huh? Well, the swelling cock that grows back its foreskin clearly agreed with it as his glorious fuckstick remained the same size yet now it's in its hardest form of 6.5 inches yet the girth really makes his head spin as it resembles a freaking tennis ball can. As thick, porn star-like facial hair peppered his otherwise smooth youthful face, he can also sense the aging that spreads through his form but he relishes the mature look he witnessed in the mirror. Before long, Assistant Coach Paul-Erik Sorensen is standing back in the middle of the locker room despite the real one is busy tracking the football team's movement just a few hundreds meter away.

Hunter knows that time is the essence here so he quickly walks out from the sauna and grab more pieces of clothing from Sorensen's locker. He returned the white towel back inside and grabbed a cap, a washed-off blue-ish underwear and a selection of random clothings he grab the fastest from the locker room. Just after putting on the underwear, a player that clearly arrived late to the training walked in on him much to each other's surprise. Not planning to let his cover go and also trying to assert his dominance over this junior he knows, he instantly adopted Sorensen's playful yet stern persona and confronted the player

"What time is this, young man, and when do you think the training starts?"

"Uhh---I---"

"Nah boy, turn that ass around and get out from here. You know Coach Higgins hate it when his boys are not punctual," "

"But you are also not--"

"Are you trying to be smart with me, Brooks? Do you want to let me hear your thoughts and suspend you or do you understand that when I said an order, you are going to do it as you're told? Get out, go back to your dorm and see you on the next training,"

And just like that, Jamal Brooks turned around in defeat and Hunter just avoided a potential revelation of his power because just imagine if he let Brooks entered the stadium and Brooks then spotted the real Sorensen on court. That would be chaotic and sooner or later his existence as a shifter would be revealed. To avoid more potential fallout, he quickly dressed himself up to all the clothings he gathered and run back to the parking lot.

It should be a dead giveaway and a total weird situation for Coach Sorensen to drive around a car that clearly doesn't belong to him, but Hunter's short-sightedness and lower intelligence already affected him a bit too much he's not necessarily the brightest bulb or the most cunning plotter any longer. Plus, he's just too horny already as the activated power that he's been reserved for so long really caused him to practically black-out all sorts of logic and let his primal lust take the steering wheel of his decision-making. He walked through the lobby of his apartment and ascend with the elevator with no care to the world whatsoever as his mind solely focused in making the best out of this new look. He's going to have his fun first with himself in the private confine of his empty apartment before deciding on how to get some action later tonight with this new form of his.

He quickly stripped himself from all the clothing and smirked victoriously as he obviously remained in his Sorensen's form, and he quickly tugged the thick cock to release the load that's been begging to erupt ever since his shift. He playfully teased himself with a gentle yet purposeful touch to his sensitive nipple. It's indeed very sensitive the way it perks and harden even before getting touched, and he bites his bottom lip to give out the sluttiest expression the assistant coach face can pull off. Then, his hand wandered through the coarse tuft of hair and also the bushy, smelly crotch. A rub on the left and then another on the right caused him to shudder as he cupped his balls before smelling the tainted, smelly hand, his eyes fluttered to the blissful, musky scent emanated by his body. He takes off his cap for a quick huff and lick the sweat and oil off it, really letting loose on the actions he wanted this body to do before finally buried his nose to his hairy, sweaty daddy armpit. He grabbed his mature daddy cock with his left hand while huffing his right pit at the same time and before long, he shoots one of the creamiest load that he ever managed to do, Sorensen's balls clearly in need to be emptied and damn he did it justice with the amount of it he spilled. Such huge load also caused him to be unstable as his form alternated between Sorensen, Hunter and his much-loathed original form. But once he takes a deep, steady breath, his form shifted to his Hunter one but that's also when he heard a booming voice from his back

"What the fuck was all that bro?" Kyle exclaimed in disbelief while Hunter left stunned that he just exposed his power to the fucking oaf of his roommate

"..........I can explain"

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Edit: Tumblr decided to be the cause of my headache as my account now is practically soft-banned or something. I cannot chat anyone just because of an ass GIF hence this toned down post eventually published after a lot of concession -.-

Oh, for the links, if you are having trouble accessing the link (it directs to X), please copy and paste the link to your Notes app and then open the link from there. Instead of browser, it will directly lead you to the exact post on X. Thanks, and enjoy the story

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Yusuf Says

When Raymond and I had decided to pause take a break so I could reorganize my life a bit, I had thought that him moving in with his coworker Yusuf was a smart play. My lovable white twink of a partner had nothing in common with the brutish Arab whose scattered English revolved around soccer scores and picking up girls. Raymond and I had even lightheartedly joked that he would pick up a thing or two from Yusuf by the time he came back, somehow be influenced by the overwhelming persona. I would have never expected for that comment to become more than just something to laugh about.

Three months, that was how long we had planned for our separation to be. I had so much on my plate with work and family that I needed time alone to figure everything out. Yusuf had been more than welcoming to Raymond, poking fun at the fact that the two would become “closer than boyfriends” by the time my lover returned back to me. He had even promised to take him out on “dates”, taking over my role as I got knocked back like a divorced dad who only got to see his son on weekends. It was hard, but Raymond and I both knew it was for the best.

The first time I got to visit Raymond at Yusuf’s apartment, I was greeted by the immediate blast of pure masculine stench at the door. It was a combination of used gym clothes, foul-smelling shoes, and strong body odor all fruitlessly covered up with some cheap body spray. I commented on it immediately after hugging my boyfriend, although he noted he did not smell anything. “Yusuf says men should show off their body odor,” Raymond shrugged. “Men should stink and let their pheromones flow naturally.”

This “Yusuf says” statement became a recurring phrase in all of our conversations. Whenever I brought something new up, Raymond would respond with what Yusuf had to say about it. “Yusuf says that men should be muscular, helps us secure our place in society,” “Yusuf says men should spend more time worrying about sports than literature, as it helps relate better to other men.” I should have been worried by my boyfriend’s newfound obsession with Yusuf, but I knew the Arab was not his type. Raymond liked guys that looked like me: hairless, a little twunky, but just barely large enough to make it evident who was topping.

Over the first month, I did not notice many changes about Raymond, but some things did point themselves out as odd. The first time I discovered body hair on my boyfriend I was shocked. “What?” Raymond had asked innocently. “Yusuf says that growing out your hair is natural, it displays masculinity.” I had had no comment to that, surveying the black fur that had begun to coat my boyfriend’s arms, legs, and chest. I had not even known Raymond's body hair was black, as he was a natural blond. 

It was not long until the muscles came too, although I knew that had been coming from the get-go. Yusuf had promised to take him to the gym frequently, and the results were beginning to show–just faster than I had expected. Structured biceps, rippling abs, thick thighs. But eventually when I had met Raymond at the door and his eyeline was above mine, that was when I had started to ask questions. “Yusuf says a grand height is expected of men.” He then swaggered over to the couch, opening up his longer legs before stating “Yusuf says men need to be above 187 centimeters.”

I had not known Raymond easily understood the metric code (as most Americans did not), but I quickly learned there was a lot that I did not know about my boyfriend. When I had tried to gift Raymond new shoes, I had been scolded that they were too small for his big, meaty EU Size 46 feet. When I had politely advised him to be more vigilant about sunscreen, he had rebuked that his olive tan skin was natural. And at one point, I had even accidentally referred to him by the wrong name. “It’s Rahim,” he corrected, his response deep and accented. Of course, all of these responses were followed by some iteration of “...that’s what Yusuf says.”

Finally, the three months came to an end, but by that point it was obvious that Rahim and I’s relationship had too. Rahim wanted to live with someone more masculine, more alpha, more like him. “More Yusuf,” Rahim had dumbly concluded, scratching at his thick, black beard. I could only sigh with disappointment, trying my best not to bone up over the half-naked, manspreading Arab god displaying his glory before me.

I should have known nothing would have ever happened between Rahim and I. As Yusuf had said through Rahim, “Real men like to conquer pussy and continue the traditions that have protected them for so long.” If the state of affairs in the apartment had not been enough of a clue, then Rahim’s constant back-and-forth pit-scratching and finger-sniffing should have been enough to cement his heterosexuality. Bummed, I stood up to leave, but Rahim quickly protested.

“Where you going, bro?” he asked.

“Home,” I replied, lifeless. “We have nothing in common.”

Rahim frowned, “But we do! Are you not a man?”

I paused, watching as Rahim got up and lifted his arm over my head. My eyes widened in fear as I was brought into a damp, musky pit.

“After all, Yusuf says men should show off their body odor.”

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As he locked my head in place, Rahim started spouting out more things to my ear

"Yusuf says, a real man should admire and feel inspired by other men's masculinity. Do you admire and find me inspirational?"

I just mumbled my agreement, I just can't believe that I missed out on such delectable scent all this time? How on Earth he smelled this good!!??

"Yusuf says, a real man will not be sexually attracted to other men. Aren't you a man?"

"Mmmppphhh....yeahh....mmmm....I'm a man,"

"But Yusuf says that you are not yet a real man. You are a weak man, and a weak man need to be molded into a strong man first,"

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Version 1

I really couldn't careless on what Rahim got to say with his pits deliciously shoved right to my nose. I keep lapping and huffing his pits like there's no tomorrow. Without my realization, the once towering form of Rahim somehow become easier to reach and I even felt my neck cracked and my form bent to just get myself a whiff of his pits. The position becomes uncomfortable and I just stopped myself altogether because what the fuck am I doing? Sniffing Rahim's pits? I probably looked dazed and confused as Rahim then grabbed my face and said

"Yusuf says, men should stink and let their pheromones flow naturally. Men should also just let his body hair grows, it amplifies their scent,"

And just like that, I let out a moan escaped my lips as body hair started to grow all over my physique. The sensation is weird yet also comforting as I can feel my body getting warmer with all the tiny hairs that started to sprout and wrinkle like it's about to become a full-on bush if nothing stops it. A smile appeared on Rahim's face as he decided to continue further

"Yusuf says, men should focus more on strengthening himself so he can shows why he's the one in charge. Are you a man, my brother?

"Yes I am," I affirmed to Rahim as I let out yet another moan, this time several series of it as my chest swells, my arms enlarged and my abs appeared to replace my tiny beer gut. 1. 2. 3....4...5.....6

"Yusuf says, men commands the room with his presence. When he talks, everyone listen and accept his command as truth. Are you a man, my brother?"

"Yes, I am a man," I answered, the voice that comes out of my mouth sounded way deeper than usual but I always remembered it to be the only sound that ever left my throat. The kind of thick and alluring voice made to recite the passage in the Holy Book or whispered sweet nothings and little lies to someone's else ear so I can get what I want from them

"Yusuf says, men planted his seeds and breed in all the fertile holes in sight. Are you a man, my brother?"

I glitched. I am indeed a man. But I also love m---- female. I love woman. I love thinking about their scent, always so innocent most of the time, the naughty ones would be more seductive. Their soft curves and pliable boobs. Their beautiful plump lips that looked even better when it's stretched open to receive my seed. Their deliciously wet pussy, everything about them are pure bliss and I can't help but get myself hard over it

"Yes I am," I responded as I can feel the pre leaking out of my briefs

"Yusuf says, a man has no hesitation to embrace his true, better, self. So, let that old self go and embrace your new future, bro. Let your true self cum forward. Breed. Breathe. Breed. Breathe,"

As my eyes fluttered, I can feel the pressing sensation on my briefs and within seconds, huge eruption of white sticky cum bursted out from my 8.5 inches of dark Arab cock, no hands gripping on it whatsoever. I stared at the mirror right in front of me, and I let out a faint smile as I see Yusuf walking into the room with that knowing smile that here comes another convert to his ever-growing compound

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Version 2

Suddenly, a deeper and more intimidating voice comes from behind as I can feel an insanely thick cock started to penetrate my exposed asshole

"And we're about to make you one,"

I recognized the voice to be Yusuf's and I cannot help but moaned when more of that man meat penetrated my hole. Rahim stopped me from moaning as he kissed me to keep me quiet while his hands grabbed my erect cock

"Nnngghhhh......we are going to push out all of your rainbow-themed thought and lifestyle and replaced it with mini-mes swarming your thought and molding your body into my perfect minions, the perfect batches of men. Faster, Rahim!"

And just like that, Rahim increased the speed of him jacking my cock off while the entire 9.5 inches of Yusuf's cock snugly fit into my hole. I can feel the pre started to wet my holes but even more pressing is that I can tell that I'm close. Eventually, I can't handle the pressure anymore and there goes my cum pouring out like a geyser from my cock and as every mililitre that flows out, I feel more light-headed than ever. As Yusuf's cock pulsated in me, I can tell that his stream of white creamy cum already coated my inside. And not just coating my hole, it spreads upward as I can feel that more and more of Yusuf's infiltrated my system. I saw Rahim's eyes in front of me, it's pitch black and looking sinister as fuck and that's also when I see it, what Yusuf did to Raymond.....or Rahim now. It was not white and creamy spunk that Yusuf shot out, it was pitch black like a sludge. Yusuf ensured that it pumped slowly and surely as to not raise suspicion for the sudden change in Rahim's drink for almost every single day. He also poured the sludge and let it let dry in Rahim's clothing while Rahim's out and about. it's practically everywhere.

Then, when the time has come, he face-fucked the tranced blond Raymond and turned him into Rahim, and that is something that they are doing to me as of now, only in a much more brutal and direct fashion

With each thrust that filled my ass and my throat, more truth about the circumstances surrounding Yusuf revealed to me.

How he was this young and energetic Iraqi-American stud working out passionately in the gym.

How an extended trip after a visit to his parents hometown in Iraq to this closed-off, secluded zone with his cousin changed him. How that extended trip actually exposed him to this thousand years old dweller of the well next to this abandoned oil rig that soon took his body over and turned him bigger and older. All of the dweller's knowledge pumped full to me as more and more precum injected straight to my core. That sludge also single-handedly filled me with more strength and muscle I never dared to dream before yet now thirsted over. It belongs to me. It's my right. It's my power all this time, deep inside of me and just needed activating and these all simply part of a ritual to consummate me into what's rightly mine! As I can feel my shirts and pants tattered to the floor as my muscle keeps developing, I can hear the faint laughter of my brothers. They enjoyed the sight of me embracing my natural sense of self. Embracing what's right. Embracing the inner lineage of me that descended from a man and woman started in the Middle East as intended in our Holy Book. I'm not a genetic deviation or anomaly, and I'm certainly not predated from monkey! I'm as pure and as straight as my lineage from thousands after thousands of years ago of Arabian Peninsula superiority and when both of my brothers roared, I eventually reached Enlightment as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I roared in delight to welcome my truth

As I opened my eyes, the brilliant light hit my eyes that now feels like it's back to it's normal radiance, hiding the darkness void behind it. And with that, I feel at home with this situation and newly-unearthed truths. The truth that I never recognized who the fuck is Adrian Bailey. It's Mustafa Abdelhady ever since 28 years ago. It's Moose for short. They call me that because I have the biggest built (and dick) among my friend group, and it fits my name too.

I always have this obsession with growing myself bigger, dominating any room I stepped myself into and get the much-deserved respect from anyone by just merely presenting myself. I'm never taking no for an answer and I always get what I want when I put my eyes on it, including girls that would never say no to a loaded, handsome and irresistible charming man like me. When all those soyboys and sour-faced American jock disgusted the ladies, us Arabs swoop right in with ease because we smelled nice, we are good with our words and as I said so many times, we're loaded, in more ways than one. Now, if you excuse me, my brothers said that they are feeling quite tired to head out for tonight so I'm going to lure in some girls for a night they won't forget as they stepped into the lair to be surrounded by 3 Alphas all at once

[jessejaredstories]

Lesson for a Lesson

Bryan considered himself to be a cut above the rest. He had always been the kind of guy to turn the other cheek when it comes to handling conflict with others. Even if they were the biggest asshole Bryan has ever met, he’d never stoop down to yelling vulgarities or other petty insults just to get back at them. He’d keep his cool attitude, stay respectful, and minimize future interactions; even if the person didn’t deserve as much as a single look in their general direction. Bryan held the title of always being the bigger person with pride, regardless of how haughty it made him look to others.

However, Bryan’s high and mighty attitude would soon meet its biggest enemy yet when the new neighbor Mr. Martin moved in down the hall. Bryan didn’t think much of Mr. Martin at all when he first met him. Mr. Martin was a single man living on his own. He was pushing 40 and worked as a PE teacher/football coach for the local high school. All in all, Mr. Martin was a pretty ordinary guy. 

As far as Bryan was concerned, Martin would just be another face he’d occasionally run into in their shared apartment building but ultimately ignored otherwise. And that was more or less how their relationship continued for the next month or so. They’d share pleasantries, but nothing else beyond that. They were friendly neighbors, at least until the first time they bumped heads. 

Their apartment building had an open access rooftop with a fully furnished lounge. Residents were free to make use of the lounge as they pleased. One day, Bryan decided to take his boyfriend up to the lounge so they could stargaze together out on the rooftop. While the two lovebirds were spending time together, Martin also happened to show up sometime later. He had brought his telescope to do some stargazing himself. Both parties kept to themselves for the most part. That is until Bryan and his boyfriend began to get intimate. Martin shot them a dirty look but then didn’t say anything at first. Only after a few minutes passed and the two boyfriends were still making out did Martin decide to speak up.

“Hey, I understand that you two are ‘in love’ or whatever, but can’t you go do that in a private room? This is a shared space after all, I don’t want to see that out here.”

Bryan didn’t appreciate the stern tone of voice Martin used with him. It made him feel small, like he was back in high school. He was just as much an adult as he was! But Bryan decided to bite his tongue. Martin had a fair point, it probably wasn’t very considerate of him to be full-on tongue kissing with his boyfriend out in public the way they were. So he apologized, took his boyfriend down to his place, and that was the end of that minor spat. 

But that incident turned out to be only the start of their problems. Soon after, Bryan decided to buy a new welcome sign for his front door. It was a pride welcome sign and had big rainbow letters on it. It only took a day until Martin was knocking on his front door, asking him to take it down. Naturally, Martin would never outright say he wanted it gone because of the rainbows, but Bryan wasn’t stupid. He knew how to connect the dots and read in-between the lines. Only a homophobe would be pushing so strongly for a pride sign to get taken, and Bryan would sooner drop dead than bend over for a bigot. He stood his ground, and Martin left with a scowl on his face. 

From that point on, Bryan and Martin were constantly at each other’s throats. Jab after jab and nonstop passive aggression. They continued having incidents and their animosity for each other only grew steadily over time. Bryan was getting fed up, but he never backed down nor did he ever blatantly disrespect Martin, even when he had no problem disrespecting him. It was an uphill battle, but Bryan saw a light at the end of the tunnel. His lease would be up for renewal soon. All he had to do was not renew his lease, move out, and he’d never have to see Mr. Martin ever again. It was simple! 

Or so Bryan thought. One morning, after Bryan’s boyfriend had spent the night over at his place, he received a very interesting text. One that would snap Bryan’s patience in half.

Babe! I ran into your bigoted neighbor in the elevator last night. I tried to ignore him, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept harassing me and when I wouldn’t talk to him, he started calling me a worthless fag. I’m okay, he didn’t touch me, but I wanted to tell you what happened. I’m not sure I feel comfy enough to go back to your place anymore. : (

Bryan read over the text a couple of times. Once he made sure he read it right, Bryan decided enough was fucking enough. He then slammed his phone down on the nightstand and marched straight to his closet. He never wanted to be the kind of guy who got revenge, but Martin crossed a line after he went after his boyfriend. And if Bryan was going to get revenge, then he was going to come at him at 110%. He had to dig through his things but he eventually found what he was looking for- a body swapping potion. 

Bryan plucked the tiny vial out of his closet. He had saved it for when he really needed to use it, and getting payback on a bigot seemed like the perfect time to use it. Before he could use it, he had to prepare for what comes after the swap. He pulled out a chair and made a makeshift rope out of some leather belts he had laying around. Bryan then proceeded to drink the potion, but instead of swallowing it right away, he held the brew in his mouth. It tasted rancid, but he held out. Bryan used the belts to tie himself up to the chair, completely immobilizing himself so that Martin couldn’t do anything in his body. He used a real knot technique too, just for extra security. Once he was satisfied with his setup, Bryan swallowed the potion and blacked out.

The body swapping potion took effect immediately. Bryan’s consciousness left his body in the form of a long, glowing, snake-like mass of matter. It slithered out of his body through his nostrils and plopped onto the ground. It then began its long journey towards its intended target. Bryan felt weird leaving his lifeless body behind, especially while knowing that Martin would soon be inside of it, but he carried on with his mission. Their swap would only be temporary after all; once Bryan had his fun, they’d switch right back. 

Bryan’s soul made its way to the nearby high school where Martin worked. Luckily, nobody was able to see it slithering by. It slithered into the faculty bathroom where Mr. Martin was just about finishing up his midday shit. Bryan’s soul squeezed underneath the closed bathroom door with ease and slithered right up to Martin.

“Hm?” Martin noticed something glowing out of the corner of his eye. He lowered the magazine he was reading and screamed when he saw the giant, translucent snake creeping up on him. Martin leaped up into the air out of shock with his pants still around his ankles. Big mistake. 

Bryan’s soul quickly expanded until it was the size of an anaconda. It then used its massive size to wrap around Martin, constricting his mobility. Mr. Martin was hyperventilating. He couldn’t move! All he could was watch as the tip of the glowing snake tickled the head of his exposed cock.

A cold shiver ran through Martin’s body with the soul snake’s cool touch. The soul snake then forcibly wiggled its way into Martin’s dick slit. The sensation of getting penetrated made his cock harden up to full mast. Bryan’s soul then slithered down the length of Martin’s girthy member. Martin threw his head back as his body got taken over. He purred a deep, sensual mmm! as it happened. He could feel the cold feeling that started at his groin spread out to the rest of his body as Bryan’s soul took over his body for itself. 

The body takeover started off slowly at first, but as Martin’s body got filled with Bryan’s being, the process began to rapidly speed up. Suddenly, the entire anaconda started rushing into Mr. Martin’s body through his cock. Martin was gasping as the waves of pain rolled over his body. Luckily for him, it only lasted another five seconds. With one slurp, his now engorged cock swallowed up the last few inches of Bryan’s soul.

“Nrrghhh… Fuck…” Martin moaned. Those moans were the last thing Martin said before his body hunched over to throw up his own soul snake. Martin’s soul snake came rushing out of his mouth. Once it was out, it slithered out the bathroom, likely on its way to take over Bryan’s limp body. It left behind a smirking Mr. Martin, only this time, it was Bryan who was in control.

“Whew! That was easy!” Bryan said with his new, baritone voice as he stood up. Bryan immediately noticed the difference in their bodies as his consciousness adjusted to its new heavier, hairier vessel. His nostrils were penetrated by the strong yet familiar musk of his own hairy pits. He took a sniff of his new sweaty body odor and let out a loud, satisfied ahh! Bryan could literally feel how every new inch of skin felt as he moved around in Martin’s body. He then stretched out his new body, while also getting a feel for the thick hair he had all over his body. Bryan always had a thing for furry men, though he was never able to grow much body hair himself. To be able to takeover a hairy body like Mr. Martin’s was just icing on the cake for him. 

Bryan took a look at his reflection in the mirror, winked at himself, then stepped out of the bathroom, ready for revenge. He had one hand on the doorknob while using his other hand to jerk off, making sure he was still nice and hard for what he was about to do. An evil grin formed on his face. It was go time.

Bryan stepped out of the faculty bathroom ass naked with his erect cock swinging around freely. He wore a proud smile on his face as he displayed his hairy body in full display. He then wrapped a hand around his cock and proceeded to jerk off ferociously. Bryan made sure to exaggerate the volume of his moans and groans to make sure any nearby faculty heard him. Surely enough, someone heard him, and they stepped in to see the glorious sight of revenge live.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? MR. MARTIN HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?” the man shouted. He drew the attention of other nearby adults, who all came in to see what was happening. All of their jaws dropped to the floor as ‘Mr. Martin’ laid down on the table, naked and grinning.

“What do you mean? It’s my lunch break, brah! I deserve to have a little stress relief before I go back to teaching those cocksuckers- I mean, wonderful students! Hey, do any of y’all happen to have sweaty socks on right now? I could reallyyyy use a hand, I wanna finish quickly and my pits aren’t enough to get me there.”

Bryan lifted his arm and took a deep, loud whiff of his dank pit smell. The sight of watching Bryan lick up the droplets of sweat forming on his pit hairs made some of the standby faculty gag. They began to disperse.

“Shut the door to the faculty floor! We can’t let anyone else find out about this!!”

“I-I’ll go call a therapist, he’s definitely gone insane…”

“What’s the matter with y’all? Pshhh y’all act like you’ve never seen a dick before! Don’t be afraid! Bask in the full glory of the male body!! Look at my beautiful, hairy body!”

“Alright, Mr. Martin, let’s just take some deep breaths and get some clothes back on…”

“MAN FUCK Y’ALL!! Y’all some lame ass bitches! I don’t need y’all, I’ll just finish myself off!” Bryan lifted his leg high up in the air. His puckered up, hairy asshole was now on display for all to see.

“Here’s a cool biology fact for y’all! Did ya know you don’t need to go that deep to reach the male g-spot?” Bryan licked up his middle finger until it was soaked with spit. He then reached over to his ass, rubbing around his hole until his finger slipped in with ease. He let out an obscene moan as he fingered himself. “You really need about a knuckle’s length to get to the prostate, you just gotta- AWW FUCKK!! I found it!”

Bryan began jerking off and fingering himself at exaggerated speeds while howling and grunting like a monkey in heat. He accidentally farted while fingering himself, and the smell of his flatulence combined with his sweaty musk to create a particularly potent odor. He made sure to make a display of him sniffing up the strong smells while the audience covered their nose. He kept the act of intense masturbation up for another minute or so, really letting himself get into character, until finally climaxing. Bryan quickly pulled his finger out of his ass and used both hands to pump his cock. 

“Ohhhh fuckkkk that feels soooo gooood…!!” Bryan went cross-eyed as he slowly stroked his throbbing cock with the firm grip of his man paws. The pressure of trying to hold it in was building up, making for an extra strong orgasm that Bryan couldn’t help but give himself into. “Get ready y’all… Here comes Old Faithfullll!!”

Just as he advertised, an eruption of jizz came flooding out of Bryan. His whole body was twitching from orgasmic pleasure, but he managed to hold himself together just enough to point his cock around. He became a squirt gun as he shot load after load of warm, sticky cum all over the faculty lounge and himself. The whole place became covered in his seed, leaving him huffing for breath after such an intense climax. Any remaining faculty had evacuated once they saw what was about to happen, leaving Bryan alone in the lounge.

“Alright… Mission accomplished…” Bryan said with bated breath. “I just… I just gotta switch back…”

Bryan was satisfied. Not only did he completely destroy Mr. Martin’s reputation, but he’ll be coming back to his body naked and covered in jizz at his own workplace! Bryan was sure he’ll be absolutely humiliated, especially considering how many witnesses saw ‘Mr. Martin’ lose his shit in public. 

Bryan steadied his breathing in preparation to swap back to his own body. He had paid top dollar to get the most premium potion money could buy. The body swapping potion was special in that all he needed to do to switch back was simply think about! He focused his mind, thought about what he wanted to achieve, and willed himself back to his body! 

…But nothing happened.

Bryan opened his eyes to find himself still in the teacher’s lounge inside of Mr. Martin’s body. 

He wasn’t sure what he did wrong. He tried again but to no avail. He tried swapping back with his mind again and again but no matter how many times he tried, nothing happened. Bryan was quickly growing nervous, especially as he heard police sirens coming nearby. He tried several more times but it was futile. Bryan was arrested for public indecency as Mr. Martin before he could swap back to his original body. Bryan was in deep shit and he knew it.

The next three days were absolutely miserable for Bryan. He had spent those days locked up and berated for what he did. He hated every second of it. All he wanted was to get back inside his own body and run back into the arms of his beloved. No matter Mr. Martin. No more misery. No more pain.

Bryan pleaded guilty on all charges and took a plea deal in order to avoid jail time. He paid a hefty price for his freedom; a total fine of $50,000, 100+ hours of community service, house arrest, court mandated therapy, and he had to register as a sex offender. But Bryan didn’t care, they weren’t tied to his real identity after all.

Once he was out, Bryan traveled back to his apartment as fast as he physically could. He made it back to his apartment in record time and used the secret key to get inside. He was praying to God that his body would still be sitting there tied up in the chair, just waiting for him to return. He opened the door and his heart immediately sank when he saw an empty chair and torn belts. Bryan dropped to his knees. His eyes began to tear up. He noticed there was a sheet of paper sitting on the chair. Bryan crawled over to it. It was a handwritten letter, and it read: 

Hey there! First off, I want to thank you for switching bodies with me. To tell you the truth, I’m not the real Mr. Martin. The original Martin is looong gone now after so many swaps. But me, I actually used to be just like you. I was gay and pissed off at Martin, and like you, I decided to body swap with him to teach him a lesson for his homophobia. But then I found myself in the same situation I’m sure you’re in right now. I couldn’t swap back to my original body. For some reason, Mr. Martin’s body won’t allow its owner to leave. Only someone else can initiate a swap with Mr. Martin. I’m really sorry man, but I can’t go back. I won’t go back! I’m stealing your body for myself. My mind has been trapped in that homophobic body for God knows how long, just swimming around in that vile hatred… I want to be my own person again. I’ll be praying for you, I hope someone swaps with you before Mr. Martin’s body corrupts your mind, but considering how quickly it took over mine, it’s not looking good. Again, I’m so sorry. Best of luck. PS - Don’t worry about your boyfriend, I’ll be sure to love him just as much as you did and more! He’s safe with me. Bryan. 

Bryan was dumbfounded by the letter. He was even more dumbfounded by the pictures of himself. He had no memory of taking those pictures, which could mean that someone else took those photos with his body. Bryan swallowed the lump in his throat. The walls around him seemed to be closing in. He tried pulling himself together but was failing. Shriveling on the floor, Bryan began repeating a mantra to himself in an attempt to hold onto his identity.

“My name is Bryan, and I am a proud gay man… My name is Bryan, and I am a proud gay man… My name is Bryan, and I am a proud gay man… My name is Bryan… And I am a proud gay man…”

Bryan repeated that mantra out loud every single day from there on out. He said it as many times as he could before his throat got irritated from talking so much. He did everything he could to remember who he truly was. Everyday he studied gay history, watched only queer romances, did his favorite things, and even journaled his thoughts and feelings.

Days became weeks, and slowly but surely, Bryan was losing his grasp on his original identity. He gradually stopped following his routine. He forgot his identity mantra. He even began referring to himself as Mr. Martin. He had lost himself as his mind and soul merged with his new body. 

But while Bryan was gone, Mr. Martin was living the easy life. He was a single man living on his own. He was pushing 40 and worked as a busboy at a local restaurant. All in all, Mr. Martin was a pretty ordinary guy living an easygoing life.

The only real problem Mr. Martin had had to do about the new neighbors that just moved in across the hall from him. They were two young men sharing a single bedroom apartment. Mr. Martin never really cared to know his neighbors all that well, but he recently found out the new neighbors were actually a gay couple. He recently spotted them kissing in the hallway through his peep hole the other day. The sight of them kissing irked his soul, and he planned to ask them to not exhibit that kind of behavior out in public around the apartment building again. Surely, they won’t have a problem with it. Right?

[jessejaredstories]

Craving

“Alright, I should have everything I need now.”

In the early morning light, a 20 something year old man by the name of Mike was ruffling around with a drawstring bag. He plucked various items out of the bag and laid them out on his bed. A lighter, a piece of red yarn, a picture of his gay half brother Ricky, a few strands of his hair, and a freshly sharpened pencil. A sly grin spread across Mike’s face as he looked over the materials.

He then pulled out a large, folded piece of old parchment paper. The paper was a dark yellow in color due to its old age. Mike carefully unfolded the parchment and read it to himself.

“Inscribed on this scroll is a powerful spell to take over another living creature’s body as your own vessel…”

Mike read through the scroll, although he skimmed through most of the warnings and potential side effects section. He only really started focusing once he made it to the instructions section. He laid out the paper to his side and began to execute the instructions step by step. First, he wrapped the red string around the pencil and tied it into a knot. Next, he tied the hair around the eraser of the pencil. Then, he used the lighter to set the eraser on fire. He waited until the flame engulfed the entire tip of the pencil. Once it was properly ablaze, Mike could carry out the very last step to the spell. Write his target’s name on the parchment paper three times, write his own name, and then draw an arrow connecting the two.

Richard Valenzuela, Richard Valenzuela, Richard Valenzuela…

Although only the eraser was on fire, Mike felt as though his entire hand was burning as he wrote. The fire grew stronger just as Mike wrote the last few letters. Once the deed was done, the fire quickly slithered down the length of the pencil. It nearly reached Mike’s hand, but he was able to throw it just in time. The pencil disintegrated into ashes within a matter of seconds as it flew across the bedroom. Mike groaned. He knew he’d have to clean that up later. 

But regardless of the mess, Mike was smiling on the inside. He had successfully performed the spell! But now he wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do next. Mike sat on his bed, waiting for something to happen, until suddenly he felt an intense wave of nausea overcome him. His forehead was throbbing as he tried to endure the vertigo. Mike fell back on his bed while gripping his head. His vision went to black while he laid on his bed, completely unable to move.

When Mike came to, he found himself transformed. He was no longer a human being but rather a floating, translucent ball of white smoke. But that wasn’t the only major change Mike went through, he had somehow teleported too. Mike wasn’t in a bedroom anymore, and from what he could gather from his surroundings, he seemed to be underneath the driver’s seat in a car. Mike was also able to guess who the car belonged to. Although he lacked a proper nose now, he was still able to pick up on the strong smell of musk hanging in the air. He had a pretty good hunch on whose car he was in thanks to the smell.

“What the fuck is that…” 

Mike heard someone above him talking. That confirmed his hunch- he was in his brother Ricky’s car now.

Mike watched as Ricky hunched over to get a closer look at him. Ricky squinted his eyes and he had a puzzled look on his face. Mike couldn’t blame him. He’d probably be confused if there was suddenly a bunch of white smoke in his car too! 

Ricky tried fanning the smoke out with his hand but to no avail. Growing annoyed, Ricky decided to roll down the windows. But as he did so, Mike started gravitating upwards towards him. He was floating at eye level with his brother. The smoke emanating from his core was really starting to fill up the car now, faster than Ricky could fan it out. Mike willed the smoke to go inside of Ricky through his nostrils. Ricky coughed and gagged as he accidentally inhaled some of it. Ricky hunched over as he went into a full blown coughing fit while Mike continued spewing his smoky life essence all over him. Slowly but surely, Mike’s soul was trickling into Ricky’s body. Within the next minute, Ricky had enough of Mike inside of his body for him to start taking control. Mike wasted no time in exercising his new vessel.

Let me in!

On Mike’s command, Ricky threw his head back with his mouth hanging wide open. Mike then swiftly moved inside his mouth. Once inside, Mike began releasing smoke at neck breaking speed. Ricky’s eyes dilated and his cheeks puffed out as he swallowed mouthfuls of mist. Mike could feel his presence growing inside of Ricky’s body. Each and every cell in Ricky’s body was getting taken over by his soul. From his thick thighs to his muscular arms, from his fingertips to his facial muscles, every part of Ricky’s body was relinquishing control over to its new owner. Within seconds Mike suddenly had the ability to feel again! He moved Ricky’s hand over to his crotch and grabbed his cock. He began massaging his member, causing it to grow harder and longer as he did so.

“Mmm…! Ack!! Mmmmm…!! Ohhh…” Ricky moaned in between groans. Despite gagging, Mike could feel how much pleasure Ricky’s body was in while possessing him.

Yeah, you like that you little cum slut? You like it when I use your hands to stroke your cock? Let me in then! Let me take over your body all the way!!

Ricky relaxed his throat muscles, which allowed Mike to roll the core of his soul down his throat. Ricky’s chest puffed out as he swallowed the last piece of Mike’s soul with a loud gulp. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. Getting possessed really worked up a sweat in Ricky’s body, but it was complete. Mike had successfully taken over his beefy brother’s body and he couldn’t help but smirk as he relished the feeling.

“Whewwww! FUCK it’s hot in here!!”

Mike ripped his wife beater off to let his new sweaty body cool down. He loved the sight of Ricky’s hairy body from his point of view. Ricky was always the more active (both physically and sexually) of the two brothers. Mike decided to take over Ricky’s body

He leaned over to his hairy armpit and took a deep whiff of his ripe pit smell. His pits had just the right blend of deodorant, natural musk, and just a touch of body odor to create a scent that was truly intoxicating. Mike couldn’t stand how smelly his brother could get. Yet for some reason, Mike simply couldn’t get enough of his musk while possessing Ricky. It must’ve been Ricky’s gay thoughts invading Mike’s soul. Mike wanted to restrain himself, but he just couldn’t! He wanted/needed more! He was letting out guttural moans with each sniff he took of his dank pits. 

“Mmmm, fuckk yeahhh…”

Mike couldn’t help himself. His fully erect cock formed a tent in his pants, practically ready to explode through the fabric! His dick was sensitive to the touch. It was like electric shocks ran through his body as he rubbed his throbbing member. His hands reached down to his pants and yanked them down in one smooth motion, causing his cock to spring up once it was free. 

“Wheww goddamn, Big Bro!!” Mike was impressed by the sight of his brother’s hefty dick coupled with a set of low hanging, hairy balls. Although it was slightly shorter than his own, Mike couldn’t deny that in terms of girth, Ricky had him beat. 

Mike purred as he wrapped his hand around his new cock. He gave himself a couple of pumps, stroking his pulsating dick at a steady pace, and groaned obscenely loudly. Ricky’s cock was still hypersensitive from being possessed. Mike wanted to edge for a while, but with how good and warm he felt just wrapping a hand around his junk, it quickly became clear to him that he wasn’t going to last very much longer. 

With that thought in mind, Mike went ahead and jerked off at full force. He quickened his stroking speed while pinching his nipple with his free hand, all while moaning out loud in his car in public without a care in the world. His breathing became shorter and labored, the warmness in his face and groin area grew warmer, the pressure in his twitching cock became unbearable. 

“Agh! Ah!! Urghhhhh fuckkkkkk!!!” Mike let out a guttural groan as ropes of warm cum came shooting out of him like a geyser. 

He was panting for breath by the time he finished cumming. Mike looked down at himself and grinned. The sight of his brother’s stolen body covered in sweat and cum was getting him aroused again even despite having just finished mere moments ago. He rubbed down the sweat and cum into his pores. Mike loved the feel of Ricky’s chest hair on his fingers. He gave his perky yet firm set of tits a quick flex, just for fun. 

Once he was satisfied, Mike finished cleaning up after himself. The post nut clarity was kicking in, it occurred to Mike that he was still in public and without clothes now that he tore everything he was wearing apart. 

Mike drove back to his brother’s place. He had to use his hands to cover up his junk to avoid flashing the neighbors, but he made it back home safe and sound. Mike went ahead and took a quick shower before putting on clean clothes. Once done, Mike was ready to go out with his brother’s body for a day of fun, but the possession fatigue had caught up to him. Mike was exhausted! He decided to lay down for a quick cat nap. Mike threw himself into Ricky’s bed with his ass perked up (because why wouldn’t he now that he had a fat ass?) and fell asleep. 

Later that same day…

Without meaning to, Mike accidentally napped most of the day away. Mike woke up to the sight of the sun starting to set. He must have been even more tired than he realized, but that didn’t matter to Mike. At least he was well rested for a night out now!

Mike let out a big yawn while he scratched his chest. At first, he didn’t notice the sudden lack of chest hair because he was still waking up. But as soon as it registered how smooth his chest was, Mike went into a panic. His eyes shot down and surely enough, he was back in his own body. Mike was disappointed, but now that he was out of Ricky’s body, he was free to possess someone else!

Or so Mike thought. He thought he wanted to possess someone else, but his mind went straight back to Ricky when he thought about who to possess next. Mike couldn’t explain why but he craved being back inside of Ricky’s beefy body. All of his body hair… How thick every part of his body was… How good it felt to jerk off that cock… How sweet his cum tasted… It was no use. Mike was hooked on Ricky’s body. He needed to possess him again!

Mike hopped out of bed, ready to perform the magic spell on Ricky again. However, he didn’t notice that Ricky was waiting for him just outside the bedroom door. He nearly screamed when he almost ran into him.

“Morning, Lil Bro,”

“Oh- Hey, Rick! How long have you been standing there…?” Mike said sheepishly.

“Possess me again.”

“Wha-” 

Ricky practically threw himself to Mike’s feet. Naturally, it caught Mike off guard.

“PLEASE possess me again, Lil Bro!! I know you were inside of me. I don’t care how or why you did it, just please do it again! I never knew how good I could feel until I felt what it’s like having a man inside of my body! Please, Bro! I feel so empty without you inside of me! Please possess me again!!”

Ricky was panting and drooling like a hungry dog. Mike wasn’t sure how to react at first. He almost wanted to tell Ricky off right then and there, but then something caught his attention. As Ricky was begging with his head to the floor, he had his back arched. It gave Mike a clear view of the white jockstrap he was wearing. 

The sight of that waistband reminded Mike just how badly he wanted to get back inside of Ricky. And after Ricky’s grand display, it was more than crystal clear that the feeling was mutual.

“Alright, I’ll possess you again.”

“Fuck yes!! Take my body, make me yours!!”

Ricky shot back up on his feet and grabbed onto Mike. He was holding him in a tight embrace, pushing his body against his own as if to make him phase into him.

Their bodies rubbed against one another with full skin-on-skin contact, but no matter how hard Mike and Ricky pushed, they couldn’t get Mike back inside Ricky. So when that wasn’t working, they decided to try a different route.

Mike was the first to plant a kiss on Ricky. Ricky did not hesitate matching Mike’s energy and kissed him right back. The two men fell back onto the bed as they passionately made out. Loud kisses and sensual groans filled the room. Their clothes soon came off as they proceeded to the next step. Mike spit onto his hardened cock and rubbed it along his length while Ricky fingered himself as a warm-up. Once he was ready, Ricky lifted his legs onto Mike’s shoulders. Mike stepped closer, tapped his cock head against Ricky’s hungry hole, and eased his member into him inch by inch. 

“Ssss, ohhh fuckk…” they both whispered under their breaths. Mike could feel the warmth of Ricky’s ass envelop his dick as he slid all the way in. Ricky was moaning and squirming as his walls opened up to accommodate Mike’s well-endowed cock. Mike started off slowly at first, but once they were both comfortable, he picked up the speed of his thrusts and pounded away at Ricky, who was loving every second of it.

They fucked like wild animals in heat. The whole house was filled with obscene noises. Mike groaning, Ricky moaning, sensual kisses, Mike’s balls clapping against Ricky’s bubble butt, the bed frame creaking and more. But they weren’t fucking just to fuck, they were fucking with intent and purpose.

Mike stopped thrusting into Ricky for a brief moment. He leaned down to lay on top of him, cock still planted deep inside his ass. Ricky wrapped his arms and legs around Mike’s torso and pulled him in closer to him. The two men embraced each other tightly. They each pushed their bodies into the other’s body with as much force as they could muster. Then finally, after enough rubbing and pushing, it happened.

They transcended physical boundaries Mike’s body began to phase right into Ricky’s body. Ricky’s moans grew in intensity as he felt his brother’s presence growing inside of him. Their bodies aligned perfectly. All of Mike’s body parts slid right into Ricky’s like a custom tailored suit. Head to head, torso to torso, dick to dick, and ass to ass. Once again, Ricky’s body puffed up momentarily as it opened itself up to welcome its new owner. With one final hip thrust, Mike possessed Ricky once again by fucking his way in.

“Nrghhh uuughhh fuckkkk…!”

Ricky’s body couldn’t handle any more stimulation. He wound up shooting his own load as well as his brother’s load thanks to the body possession. It was both glorious and obscene how much he came. Mike sighed a heavy exhale of relief. He was more than ecstatic that he was able to take over his brother’s body again. It truly felt like home, and this time, he was ready to last more than just a few hours possessing him.

As for Ricky, the idea and the feeling of having a man literally inside his body was more satisfying than anything Ricky could ever do in bed. And what made the experience of getting possessed even better was having a man take full control over his body. It was total domination, and it was something Ricky loved to do. All he could was smile with bliss on the inside as his hands began moving under Mike’s control again. 

And as the beefy muscle bear laid in bed covered in bodily fluids, a cheeky smile grew on his face. It was a smile of pure satisfaction and pleasure, one that could only be achieved when both possessor and possessee are happy.

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

[mindyourbod]

Love that distilled masculinity tf you did. Would it be lost for me to join that program? I’d love to be bigger and more manly and dominant.

You've been hitting the gym for a while. You've been seeing results as your arms slowly thicken and your legs tone up, but it's not enough and it's too slow. You're hungry for more.

You've tried to get a plug for some less-than-licit supplements, but the guys at your gym, for all that some are built like they've been cycling since age 14, seem to have gotten to where they are on the merit of their natural testosterone alone.

It's demotivating. You can't get the enhancements you want and you're limited by whatever your genetic potential sees fit to provide. It's not fair. It's not like you can improve your genetic potential, right?

Except during one late-night spiral after yet another gruelling gym session that never seems to get easier, you find an unassuming ad for clinical trials.

The company seems like a legitimate one. You find a Wikipedia page for them and everything. And the testimonials for this stuff look incredible. You see one of the researchers go from looking like an average doughy guy to an oversexed hunk of meat making bank from online admirers... and that's the opposite of a deterrent for you.

So once you're satisfied that yes, this is safe, yes, this isn't science fiction, and yes, they actually wanna bump your testosterone up to the max, you barely read the terms and conditions in your hurry to sign up.

There's all this stuff about how the original formula boosted libido and how they've retooled it to try to promote physical activity instead. You couldn't care less, though, since you know that being in the body you dream of would give you an unstoppable libido to boot.

Maybe you should have read the paperwork a bit more carefully, though.

See, the formula you end up getting treated with is even more potent than the first version. It doesn't just up your natural testosterone and masculinity, it shocks your system into what can only be described as overproduction. Within days, you already see the difference in your body; and as days turn to weeks, then to months, you realise that you're growing and growing almost despite yourself.

You bloat up with pound after pound of muscle with what feels like no effort whatsoever, thickening all over, with a new (and not unwelcome) forest of body hair that itches as it comes in. It feels like you're growing veinier and more vascular by the day, since your newfound hulking mass needs a correspondingly huge supply of blood flow to fuel it with the oxygen it burns through.

One thing you haven't thought about, though, is the effect of carrying so much muscle around. And in their haste to try to redirect your focus from playing with your junk to throwing weights around, the researchers didn't fully think through what a newfound furry mountain of a man you've become would experience when those heavy workouts make your heart pump.

You sweat. You sweat so much, you have to chug water like it's... well, water. You're basically in a constant state of overheating from the blood thundering through the thick veins that pulse just under the surface of your hairier skin. You sweat so much that you instantly break through any sort of antiperspirant, clinical or not, and drench any type of clothing you wear within minutes regardless of how thin or breathable it is.

That, of course, is combined with your body producing an overabundance of natural T, which ups your metabolism even more, makes you impatient and gruff, deepens your voice into a bassy rumble, and makes your full head of hair recede into a gleaming scalp practically overnight.

You'd be more concerned with all these side effects if you weren't in a state of near-perpetual arousal, though. You didn't fully understand that you were signing up for ice baths twice a day, a brand new wardrobe of short shorts, jockstraps, and breathable tanks that drape down past your nipples for maximum airflow, and for trading your hair for an excessive amount of fur... but you couldn't be happier with the outcome.

[project013chrysalis]

CLASSIFIED "PERSONAL ARCHIVE"

Hello. You can just call me Agent [DATA EXPUNGED]. I work at a place you probably haven't heard of. And it's a good thing you haven't. Because if you've heard of us, you're either my colleague or a victim.

I won't be writing this blog for fame or money (I could pay for revealing these secrets). I'll be writing it because people deserve to know. Not everything. But at least a little. Enough to be careful.

A brief overview of what I'll be posting here:

Files. Anomalous objects. Things, places, creatures, liquids, sounds—anything that changes people. Doesn't kill. My department deals only with anomalies that alter the victims or the reality around them, their minds, their bodies, and their wills.

I've seen such cases. I've read the reports. I've talked to the victims. I've personally eliminated some anomalies during field missions.

Now for the important part.

1. DO NOT LOOK FOR THESE ANOMALIES YOURSELF.

I don't give coordinates. I don't give location descriptions. It's extremely dangerous. Besides, many anomalies are kept under the Agency's secure protection.

2. IF YOU ENCOUNTER SOMETHING STRANGE OR ANOMALOUS

Don't approach it. Just write to me, describe the situation. I'll tell you what to do and call a cleanup team.

3. IF YOU HAVE ALREADY FELL A VICTIM OF AN ANOMALY

Try not to spread its influence. Believe me, not everyone wants to be transformed into something they didn't want.

Subscribe if you want to know the truth. Remember: knowledge protects.

The first file is coming soon.

— Agent [DATA EXPUNGED]

[butch-de-101]

[The Cursed Horned Frog]

Once Upon A Time. There were two dimwits sent out on a mission, one large and another small. Nahuel, Kenji ventured to an old long forgotten shrine deep in the bamboo forest. But as time passed and visitors failed to maintain the shrine, a Demon appeared to have taken residence.

Bored and isolated the Demon thought of a fun way to entertain himself for the time being…

This amazing piece was drawn by @kainito-art

[goonerbiscuts]

Recon at the Fortress of Meropide

(Reader Request)

"Hey Dupond! Quit slacking off! We have a quota to fill."

"Uh, right away, sir!"

I grumble, continuing to slave away at the machine using my freakishly long human arms. My sweat has completely soaked through my shirt, showcasing my round belly. This work is just so unbecoming of an Abyss Mage such as myself, but it's all worth it for the sake of my mission.

 I was sent to Fontaine for a mission to infiltrate their stupid society. Every scout of the Abyss Order is given just a small fraction of our Lector's power over the Leylines. With it, we can extract memories from the ley lines to assume the forms and identities of whomever we desire. Dupond is just another one of the identities that I assumed. As a guard of the Palais Mermonia, he had all the necessary permissions to gather information, but he's just not interesting enough to evade suspicions. Alas, I got too close when snooping around their classified documents. They never actually saw me ruffling about, but I was charged with trespassing after being seen on the kameras.

At first I thought this to be a setback, but shortly after being sentenced, I realized the potential of my situation.

Over the course of my brief stay here, I've memorized every guard's schedule. In just a few minutes, there will be a blind spot right next to the entrance to the central tower. 

I wipe away the sweat from my mustache before finding a spot behind some pipes. Today is the day Wriothesley is showing about some new prisoners. Before long, the warden exits the tower, and I sneak through the metal doors behind him.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase leading up to the warden's office. I make my way up to the top. The circular room is lit by a large skylight opening to the ocean depths. An ornate desk faces the entrance. Behind it is a plush red chair, and a giant version of the duke's seal is on the wall behind it. There are multiple bookshelves around the area, with one housing a large closet.

There we go.

I open the doors of the closet, where a little something catches my eye. A loose red tie.

I clutch it in my hands like a priceless jewel. A grin makes its way across my face as I begin to focus on rewriting the reality of the ley lines. My pudgy gut recedes to make way for a chiseled six-pack. At the same time, my muscles begin growing into a body molded by years of scrappy combat as battle scars spread across my body. My face becomes clean shaven, and my features sharpen into those of a man in his late 20s. A mop of short, black, messy hair drapes over my face, and my outfit changes to one more becoming of a duke. My prison uniform turns into a crisp double-breasted vest with grey trousers. Black bandages wrap themselves around my arms and neck. After the transformation completes, I am the spitting image of the Duke. I grab a piece of my new ass, squeezing it with awe. Then my new memories come flooding in, filling my head with the formative years of the young duke to help me pass successfully. 

 This is the perfect position to gather intel. The Duke knows all the ins and outs of the place, and holds some very powerful connections. I chuckle. Those fools are all none the wiser that their trusted confidant is actually working for the enemy.

Hmmmm. I was going to wait for a bit to ambush the Duke in his own office, but now that we have some time to ourselves...

With a swift yank with my toned arms, the Duke's trousers are pulled down, and both of the Duke's prized possessions fall out. The Duke has a slight above-average size topped with a bush of dark hair, but his girth is anything but. The width of the member is only enhanced by a silver ring around its base, and it seems that the Duke still has his foreskin untouched. The head just barely peeks out, covered by a hood of skin. 

I grip my member with my hand and begin to move it up and down in the middle of the room. At the same time, I pinch one of his nipples and play with it, providing dual stimulation. With every pump, the sensitive head is momentarily exposed to the balmy sea air, before the hood slides smoothly back over it. The wet squelch of the skin sliding against skin echoes across the tower.

As I pleasure myself in the middle of the room, I look up at the waters above. All of this is under my jurisdiction now. This body, and the rest of this Fortress, is now in service to the true masters of this world.

I continue to jerk off indiscriminately. Every time I feel myself coming closer, I stop just before it does. In a vicious cycle of gooning and edging, I can feel my seed accumulate, just waiting to be released. 

Then I hear a voice from behind me.

"Stop right there! Who are you, and why do you look like me?"

I turn around, hand still wrapped around my cock.

Wriosthesly stands at the entrance to the room with his gauntlets raised, clearly shocked at the sight before him. I chuckle. "Oh? I was going to save this for later, but now's a good time too."

I grab one of the spare hats I stole from the Guard's Office and fling it onto the Duke's head before he has a chance to respond.

"What the?"

Instantly, the transformation starts. His face changes to that of a young officer fresh out of the program. His hair shortens to a standard short cut, and his features soften. His uniform is changed to a standard guard uniform, a black high-collared coat over brown pants. His scars fade, but his physique remains the same as before. His chest fills out the coat erotically, just barely kept in by a few buttons, and his ass stretches out the pants from behind. It would be a waste to let that body go to waste, so I arranged a whole new identity for the former Duke.

He is now a fresh new recruit named Caspar. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but willing to serve his superiors to the fullest. I've already prepared the necessary documents to prove his existence, and with my newfound authority, I can ensure they are processed without question.

The former Duke is dazed, gripping his head as his data is forcibly overwritten.

"Urghh my head...where am I...Oh! Sorry, my Duke. I didn't mean to interrupt you.", stammers Wriothesley, apologetically flustered at the thought of disrupting his superior's quality time.

"It's no trouble at all, Caspar. Actually, I think I have a task for you."

Wriothesley's eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be furiously wagging. 

"Really?"

I lead the oaf to my desk and set myself on the chair, directing him to kneel in front of me.

"I've been a little stressed lately. It'd be a big help if you could help me... blow off some steam."

I hold up my cock in front of his face.

"Just put this in your mouth and move up and down. And watch the teeth."

Wriothesley nods, and gingerly positions it in his mouth, then starts to move back and forth.

"Ahhh, that's the stuff."

Wriothesley enthusiastically sucks on his former cock, determined to make himself useful. His eyes look up at me with a cute expression, trying to read my face. I can feel his warm mouth fill with slobber with a little bit of it dribbling down my balls. The sight of this big bumbling oaf trying his best to service me is just too adorable. It's hard to even imagine that he was ever the boss of this complex. Now his purpose is to just be my little lapdog.

Feeling the moment approaching, I grab Wriothesley's head and pull him in closer until his nose is buried deep in my bush. Then all of the pent-up seed shoots out directly into his throat. Wriothesley gags, but a calm "Stay" allows him to keep his composure.

I dislodge my cock from his throat, and he collapses onto the side of my thigh, panting as he catches his breath. I give him a few scritches under his chin, to which he responds well.

"Were you satisfied with that, sir?"

"Of course. You did a very good job. If you do me a favor, can you keep this one between the two of us? I would hate to see the others get jealous. It can just be our special thing."

"Yes Sir! I won't let you down."

Caspar gets up to go back to his post, a little spot of cum still on his pecs.

Similarly, I start putting back on Wriothesly's garments. When my masters eventually overthrow this stupid nation, they can count on me to do their bidding, but for now I have to keep up appearances.