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[bara-du-des]

Yellow (Answered Prayers)

Miguel always felt like he was miles behind other guys his age. He was short, skinny, and practically hairless from the eyebrows down. He kept hoping, praying he would hit his growth spurt like all the other boys around him. If any god was listening, none thought he was worth their time. 

“Mini-guel” The nickname he got back in middle school. It started out as light hearted teasing, but as time went on this turned into something more malicious. By the time he graduated high school, everyone knew that the nickname wasn’t just referring to his height. 

Now at 25 years old, Miguel had only grown a few more inches leaving him at 5’3”. Still skinny, hairless, and lacking in the meat department, he found dating to be nearly impossible. He tried every dating app out there with no luck. The only messages he received were from predatory men interested in his “youthful” appearance. And considering his appearance, they always assumed he would bottom for them. Despite still being a virgin, Miguel knew bottoming was not for him. All those late night self-discovery sessions were evidence enough for him to know that. 

It was Friday night. Miguel’s friends decided to go clubbing. He reluctantly went along with them, having skipped out on too many outings already. Going out with his friends had just become inconvenient, often being accused of using a fake ID at the clubs and bars they would frequent. Once he managed to get in, he almost always just faded into the crowd, ignored in the sea of men “better” than him. 

Miguel stood off to the side, gazing at all the men on the dancefloor. One guy in particular caught his attention. This man was everything Miguel wanted to be. Ruggedly handsome, full beard, huge muscles, a sexy pelt of chest hair. The man was wearing tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. A large bulge clearly advertising his package to any and every man hungry for a taste. Miguel was so distracted by the hunk’s majestic junk that he didn’t see that the man was now looking right at him.

"You got a problem?" growled the hunk as he walked towards Miguel, snapping him out of his trance.

Miguel's head snapped up to meet the man's eyes. Legs shaking, palms sweating, mouth going dry. He opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out. The man now stood right in front of Miguel, towering over him. The top of Miguel's head barely reaching the bottom of the hunks chest. Having this walking testosterone factory so close had him both frightened and aroused. Having backed Miguel into a corner the hunk got right in his face.

"I'm just messing with you," he laughed. "I'm Leo. I saw you staring so I figured I'd give you a closer look." He grabbed Miguel's hands and placed them on his chest.

"I'm sorry. You're just everything I've been praying to be like," said Miguel staring at the ground. "I'm just tired of feeling infererior to every man I meet."

Leo smirked. "Why don't you come to my place and we can sort that out for you."

Miguel hesitated for a second. Not wanting to be pressured into bottoming for a man, a man who had him scared to death less than a minute ago. However, the hunk's musk was affecting him. He found it harder and harder to resist Leo's invitation. Soon he was following the hunk into his car.

They shortly arrived at Leo's apartment. It was the typical bachelor pad. Laundry everywhere, mattress on the floor, and almost no furniture. The smell of Leo’s musk was even stronger in the apartment leaving Miguel dizzy and even more aroused. 

“So you said you want to be like me, huh?” Leo asked while flexing his biceps, exposing his hairy armpits and wafting more musk into the room. 

“Yes… I do…” slurred Miguel, his arousal slowly becoming more intense. 

“Then listen to everything I’m about to tell you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, anything!” Miguel panted desperately.

Leo gave a wicked smile before giving his first command.”First, strip.”

Miguel froze. His mind was torn between wanting to obey and hiding his embarrassing (lack of) endowment. He looked at Leo with pleading eyes. “E-Everything?” he asked barely above a whisper. 

“Yes, everything. You won’t be needing them once we’re done anyways.”

After Miguel stripped out of his clothes, it was Leo’s turn. First he undid the button on his shorts and slowly pulled them down making a show out of it for Miguel. Bit by bit his underwear was revealed. Bright yellow briefs filled to bursting with a meaty package. Now free from its denim prison, Leo’s bulge swelled even bigger. Now tenting and dripping through the fabric, Leo gave a satisfied sigh. 

“Looks like it's time to pass down this blessing.” moaned Leo as he pulled down the briefs and stepped out of them. His massive member leaking right onto the floor. He hands the soaked briefs to Miguel. “Put this on.”

Miguel pauses, his mind overwhelmed by the naked beast of a man in front of him. Snapping back to reality, he pulls the briefs on. On his tiny frame, the briefs look comically large. He feels Leo’s Intense stare and considers putting his clothes back on and leaving. 

He starts reaching for his own underwear when he feels it. A pulse of something stopping him in his tracks. Then, a warmth. It starts with his bulge. His cock starts swelling, reaching his full length at 3”. He isn’t getting hard; it keeps growing until he reaches 8’ soft. His balls follow suit. Churning, swelling, and churning again until they rival large eggs. They start flooding his body with male hormones and testosterone, kickstarting the next part of his transformation.

Miguel was already satisfied with his changes so far. He went to embrace Leo to thank him. But as soon as he moved, he fell over in pain. His bones started lengthening leaving him at a height of 6’8”. As it stopped he stood and walked up to Leo. To his surprise. Miguel was now taller than Leo. 

“You might want to be in front of a mirror for this next part,” said Leo, leading Miguel to the bedroom. 

As soon as they reached the bedroom door, Miguel began sweating buckets. The heat he felt earlier returned. Now it was focused on his chest. His nonexistent pecs suddenly ballooned into a perfect pair of meaty, juicy muscle tits. His nipples thickened and expanded, becoming extremely sensitive. The growth spread outwards. His torso becoming thick with powerful musclegut. His shoulders so wide that most doorways will be his worst enemy. His biceps arms swelling to massive peaks. His legs expanding thicker than most men’s waists. 

While Miguel admires his new muscles in the mirror, he feels an itch across his whole body. Bit by bit, he grows a sexy dusting of hair along his body, accentuating his muscles and filling with his new musky scent. Smelling his own musk drove Miguel wild. He began stroking his cock while burying his face in his own pit. New thoughts filled his head. He realized he didn’t mind bottoming if it was for Leo. In fact, he found that he craves Leo’s cock just as much as his perfect ass. With those images flooding his mind, he came with a loud roar. His seed covering the entire mirror and himself. Miguel turned towards Leo, breathless but still horny. 

“Thank you for this. I look incredible, I feel incredible!” Marcus said, attacking Leo with a sloppy kiss. 

“I knew you’d take to it well,” said Leo as he rubbed and squeezed Miguel’s new muscles. 

Soon they were both enjoying each other. The briefs were discarded on the floor next to the rest of Leo’s dirty laundry. Both men were now enjoying their blessings. Obtaining the bodies they desire and the relationship they were searching for. 

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after such a long time just rebloging i finally wrote my own story. this is the first time i write something like this so i apologize if there's anything wrong with grammar/formatting. i hope to improve as i get more practice and experience. thanks again ^^

[muscletale]

[absqrst]

A request from a while back that had just been lying around in my docs forgotten, sorry for the wait

Learning to Love the Change

“I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath

Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head.

“Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property”

Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit.

Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything.

It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it.

But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now.

He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened.

Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him.

“I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile

Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were.

“Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off”

Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave.

Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked.

“Fuck” Lou chuckled

He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money.

“Excuse me” a voice asked

Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles.

“Yes” Lou asked curious

“Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos”

Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone.

“Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout

With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed.

Either way his balls needed emptying. 

[bbstreetclothes]

[agmsye]

I wish all of you a happy and healthy New Year. So here a new story to celebrate the start of 2017. As always feel free to send in requests and messages.

Chronivac - The Game

Jerry had had a miserable day at work. His company had decided to remove jobs and so, being one of the few ones who didn’t get fired, the pissed of people blamed him for getting fired. So he had to hear insults all day and some of them even threw stuff after him.

So when he came home into his small flat, he immediately grabbed a beer from his fridge and sat down at his desk. Because so many people had been dismissed, he had to take work back home. That’s why he was quite surprised when he found a strange gaming console laying on the table. Out of curiosity he switched it on and immediately an odd writing popped up: “Chronivac - The Game”.

A figure appeared on the screen. It looked oddly like him. The same hanging shoulders and flabby gut, stacked on a relatively small frame. The character even wore the same blue suit and white shirt, hell even the same red tie. A window showed up, ordering him to enter a name. He chose to name his character ‘Jake Seid’, he always found the name Jake incredibly hot and his own surname was Seid.

Experimentally he moved the guy around and knocked at a door. A message popped up: “ To enter this room, you ust give something as a toll.” The inventory opened and Jake inspected the thing’s he currently had. Unlike normal roleplay games, the inventory did not only consist of the materials the character currently owned but apparently also some characteristics, like intelligence, ideals, character traits and so on.

In order to enter the room, Jake chose to sacrifice the perfect eyesight of his character. As his figure entered the room, he adjusted his glasses, since he just couldn’t believe what he saw. The room he had entered looked likee a mix between a strip club and a brothel.

Getting hard at the sight of the shockingly realistic, sexy women in the room, he spotted a chest, whose old looks seemed incredibly displaced, in the corner of the room. When he opened it, he saw something getting added to his inventory. He was pretty shocked when he noticed that a penis had been the added thing, which automately got equipped.

“What the fuck.”, he chuckled to himself. The dick, that te character had equipped looked exactly like his. When he tapped on the screen to see the details about his new acquisition another chuckle escaped his mouth. “What a coincidence.”, he thought. The new dick of his character was 8″ soft and 11″ hard, just like his.

Still a little confused by the coincidence he left the room.  The next room he came across had a sign on his door, which somehow looked like barbell. He entered the room and once again he got surprised by how real the game looked. The room was filled with workout machines and posing mirrors. It looked like a gym.

Curiously he approached one of the machines. A message popped up: “ Would you like to use the machines? As a result your character will become stronger but will lose his inhibitions in return? Do you still want to use the machines?” Without further hesitation, Jake clicked the ‘Yes’, after all he always had a ting for huge muscle men. 

For a moment the screen went black and when it went on again the figure was no longer small and flabby, but rather consisted of nothing but rockhard, superstrong muscle. It was almost comically how he looked like he would burst out of his now super tight suit any moment. Thinking of this, Jake opened his own jacket and stripped out of it. It was just so umcomfortable sometimes, having to squeeze his giant muscles into this suit when he was at work. Luckily the management had accepted that he couldn’t wear a tie, his bull neck was just to massive.

Suddenly there was an explosion of golden light on the screen. The words ‘LEVEL UP’ were written with golden letters in the middle of the screen. “With your first LEVEL UP you get a present and are furthermore allowed to upgrade on thing about your character”, read the small message underneath.

When he clicked ‘Okay’, he was guided to the character menu. After brushing improvement options, such as ‘Intelligence’, ‘Body Hair’ and ‘Metabolism’ aside, Jake settled for the option ‘Height’. A message popped up: “Do you really want to improve your figure’s height by 1?” Of course he pprove and slowly watched his character growing, until he stood a foot taller than his former height of 5′7″.

“And now for the gift.”, 6′7″ titan Jake Seid thought as he opened the package. In it, he found an item called ‘Tattooed Body’, which he immediately equipped, since he was a big fan of tattoos. And to make things even better, they looked exactly like his. “This game is so full of coincidences.”, he thought as he thought of the wings on his beefy forarm, the triforce on his massive biceps and cannonball shoulders or the sun on his impressive pillow pecs. 

“This item gives you the unique effect ‘Sexual Prowess and Stamina’, which triggers the effect ‘Paradise Bliss’ in all sexual partners of this character”, showed another message, as he equipped ‘Tattooed Body’

As he exited the menu, his character suddenly stood before a door. “This room contains your last challenge! Are you sure you want to enter?”, asked the notification, when he tried to enter. Naturally he approved and his character entered the room.

The inside of the room resembled a film set and yet again a message popped up. “This room enables you to acquire the skill ‘Porn Star’, but your value ‘IQ’ is too high. Do you want to reduce the value ‘IQ’ to 90 to acquire ‘Porn Star’.” “Being a porn star would be really nice.“, Jake thought and clicked the “Yes”-Button. 

“Thank you for playing ‘Chronivac - The Game’”, showed up on the screen, but Jake couldn’t read it anymore. “Hey Jake, you dumb stallion, lay that damn console aside and come here. Time for your next movie.”, came the call of Hugh, the director, from the door, “You’ll be playing the main character in ‘Office Orgy Party’, so put on the jacket and come here.”

[petercbb]

[agmsye]

This time I’m trying myself at a more graphic description of lovemaking.

Stereotyping

Tucker and John were an odd couple. Not only were they mixed raced, with Tucker being an Afro-American and John’s grandparents having come from China in the late 1960′s. But that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing about their relationship. They weren’t the stereotypical black and asian guys. While Tucker was had graduated from college as the best of his year and even had a doctor, working for a big international medical company, John had dropped out of high school, which not even his status as the school’s star quarterback could prevent, since that couldn’t compensate for all the Fs he had. So while Tucker worked in a big laboratory and had just developed a new medicament against the flu, John worked as a personal trainer in one of the local gyms and sided as a fitness model.

The couple didn’t even fulfill their respective stereotypes in the bedroom. While Tucker was a timid little bottom, who was hung like a gerbil, John was an agressive top, who knew how to use the coke bottle thick shank of sexmeat, that hung between his legs. He would continuously tease Tucker’s keyhole tight asshole with his fist sized cockhead, which alone was enough to make the little guy spurt, before pushing in in one smoooth motion, that would then become a constant jackhammering, that would change his blissful moans into orgasmic screams. And while Tucker had already shot numerous loads, it would take the horny Chinese another 30 minutes to dump his in comparison enormous load up the black doctor’s big booty.

But then one day, a mysterious package arrived. Tucker found it in the hallway, when he came home form work, having packed up his things early, to surprise his husband, only to find their flat as messy as he had left it, even though he had asked John to tidy it up while he was gone. Tucker would have done it, but he ws already late, after the Asian hulk had had another go at his ass this morning. “He probably isn’t even up yet.”, Tucker thought checking his watch. It was already past 2 pm but he forgave his husband, after all it was the big guy’s free day.

Forgetting the package for the moment, Tucker silently entered their shared bedroom, finding John still asleep, the bed sheets stuck to the impressive tent his bull cock was making. Quietly, the little black guy approached his sleeping husband, slipping his under the sheets and going down on the impressive tool, the sleeping John stirring slightly as he did so. Slowly but steadily the Asian behemoth awoke, as his twinky husband blew him, even able to deepthroat the cock until he, now fully awake, forced the entire length down his lover’s throat and finally shot a humonguous load.

“Hey baby, finally awake?”, Tucker asked. “Yeah.”, came the reply from his husband, his voice so deep, that it made Tucker’s little cock hard again. A short time later, John had gotten dressed, meaninng he now wore underwear, leaving his perfect torso on display, and set at the kitchen table, downing a coffee and reading the newspaper. Then Tucker came in with the package he had previously ignored. “We’ve got a package, baby. It’s addressed to both of us.”, he said, showing the brown box he held in his small hands.

When the two of them opened the myterious carton they found a small vase and a piece of paper in it, that read: “To set things straight in your relationship.” Curiously Tucker inspected the vase. The little piece of pottery was painted with what looked like a mix of Asian and African symbols. “That thing looks pretty strange.”, Tucker murmured to himself. “Show it to me.”, John asked him and Tucker handed him the vase. And in the exact moment, when both them touched the mysterious piece of pottery, a bronze light erupted from it, knocking the couple out.

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John laid on the bed, the sheets still sticky from cum. But of course it was less his cum than rather the one of Tucker, the big black bull. He had spent all night jackhammering his enormous black dick up John’s tight Asian ass and from the looks of it, he hadn’t stoppped, when John had already passed out rom both exhaustion and bliss. It looked like Tucker had shot over a gallon of cum all over the place. John’s little cock already got hard, just thinking about his husband. 

Despite having two doctor titles and having made a lot of money, when he had worked for that one chemical company, John had quit his job two years ago, when he had met Tucker. Before that, the Asian twink had been one of then leading experts in mathematics and chemics in the whole world. But then he had met the black behemoth called Tucker. The guy was just perfect, Incredibly big muscles under that perfect black skin and the most stereotypical black horse cock to ever be created. John had to quit his job, so he would be available for Tucker to fuck at all time, while the black titan did his brutal workouts. 

Speaking of the devil, a massive shadow appeared in the doorway. Tucker ha dto turn a little sideways to enter the room, his massive shoulders far to broad to pass through the doorway normally. As he approached the bed and the delicate figure lying in it. Undoing his belt, Tucker asked in deep bass voice: “Hey ,baby, ready for round 6?”

[musclewriters]

[agmsye]

Making Money

This week has been horrible. Ever since that old gypsy woman cursed my father for insulting her, when she asked him for money, it had been a giant mess. Since she mumbled those words and threw that strange dust into his face, he had been acting strange. Like when he couldn’t help me with my homework, because it was “too difficult” for him, even though he normally prefers nothing more than talking about world trade. It’s his job after all. 

You have to know, that my father is, … I mean was one of the top managers of a big bank. But he certainly can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t only that he couldn’t help me with my homework, like he used to. The next morning when he got dressed for work, his custom tailored shirt didn’t fit him at all, like he had grown over night. He couldn’t even tie his tie, something he normally did daily.

It got worse by the day. One day he called me in school to tell me he had gottn himself lost and didn’t know how to get to work. The next day he couldn’t even unlock his phone anymore. But not only that. My father had come out as gay several years ago, which is why he and my mom were now divorced and I more than once witnessed how he brought a guy home. But when I came home one day, he sat on the couch shirtless and had his cock out, while a pretty hot straight porn was running on the screen. And what’s worst, even when he noticed me standing in the doorframe, he wasn’t embarassed or so. He just gave me an annoyed look and then continued watching the porn, while jacking off.

That’s when I noticed another thin. My father, who had always been a bit pudgy, now looked like he had spend his entire life working out. Not only that but I think he is getting younger too. His hairline, which had previously been steadily receeding, now was pretty dense again. And his former graying hair, had now a strong, chestnut brown colour.

I quickly nad to figure out a plan to earn money, since my father had been fired, after he hadn’t come to work for an entire week. The solution was quickly found, as he thought about, how often his dad now strutted in around in only a pair of struggling briefs.

I called the strip club around the corner and made a contract with them. A car would come and pick his dad, who now only communicated with a variation of grunts, up, who was dressed in a pair of his custom tailored clothes, that were now far too small. Then he would be paid a lot of money for flexing out of them and then do some posing and if the women were willing to pay, he would make a lot of girls happy. One way or another, he had to earn money.

[furonmuscle]

[agmsye]

Chronivac - Phone Service

Ryan cleared his throat and opened the app. The strange program had appeared a few days before on his phone and promised a world altering experience. And “Chronivac - Phone Services” took that pretty literally. Ryan had tried out the new calling app and it didn’t miss out on it’s promise. Just after he got it, he had called his brother Sean at college and when he replied to the “Can we talk later? I’m busy.” with a joking “Jacking your insatiable monster off, right?” something happened. When his brother came home this weekend he had a really obscenely large bulge in his pants, clearly bigger than Ryan remembered. But everyone acted like it was normal especially Sean. That’s when a thought came to Ryan’s mind. Maybe i was because of the app.

He searched for the number of his best friend. Drew and Ryan had been together ever since kindergarten. They had done everything together. From playing in each other’s garden to some gay experiments. During one of their experiments Ryan had noticed that he had feelings deeper than friendship for Drew, but his best friend clearly didn’t share them. Soon after Ryan discovered his feelings, Drew had gotten a girlfriend and though she was a really nice girl, Ryan didn’t like her. But with that app, Ryan could fix things.

Finally the call connected. “Hey Ryan, how’s it hanging.” “Just as normal.”, he chuckled and gulped in anticipation. “So are you at the gym again?  Probably, after all you haven’t been much else in the last 5 years, am I right meathead?” Deep within he could feel that the app worked. At the other end of the town, Drew suddenly found himself in a gym, that seemed like a second home to him. He held the phone, that looked ridiculously small in his big calloused hand, at his ear, while the other dinner plate sized mitt caressed his hard eightpack. “Yeah, how did you know. But I guess it is no surprise, I practically live here.”

“The wall length mirrors might be an added benefit. After all you always check yourself out in every reflective surface you come across. But it would be a waste to let that beauty go unnoticed. And that beard is something to fantasize about too.”, Ryan said and bit his lip. Maybe he had overdone it. But Drew just laughed it off. “Yeah, it grows like crazy. I only shaved that morning and I have an insanely dense beard right now. But what’s with all that beauty shit. Are you a faggot or so?”

Ryan took a deep breath. Now or never.  “Of course I am, dummy. We have been together since high school.” Suddenly a though came to Ryan’s mind. The Chronivac made everything true, so did this go for the ‘Dummy’ remark too. “Duh, you’re right, honey, I guess it’s normal to forget stuff if you’re as dumb as me.”, answered Drew, his natural baritone now sounding incredibly dumb. “At least you’re good at other stuff. Like lifting weights and posing.”, Ryan quickly said to at least give his new boyfriend.

Suddenly a clinging sound could be heard from the gym. Drew probably stepped on a dumbbell lieing around. “What happened, honey? Did you trip over your own feet? I guess that can happen with size 23′s. Or are you hot? And that happens even though you don’t normally were a shirt in public, right?”, Ryan commented and immediately Drew’s already stretched to the limit tank top dissolved into thin air, while his shoes grew several sizes to become nearly clown sized.

All of a sudden a guy came up to Drew and talked to him. “Hey dude, you’re awesome. I really admire your dedication. Can you give me some tips?”, he gushed. Drew only grunts a short “Later.” and shows him the phone. This small encounter gives Ryan a wicked idea. “What was that? Are you at a convention?” “A comic convention?”, Drew asks dumbly. A little confused you reply.”No, of course not. A fitness expo.” “Yeah, I still have some work to do. Probably will come home late, small guy.”

The ‘small guy’ remark probably was meant as a joke, but immediately Ryan felt extremely vulnerable. And together with Drew calling him ‘faggot’ earlier, a strong empty feeling spread in his now giant bubble butt. “But I am so horny right now. Come here and give me your Monster dick, stallion.”, he whines, causing a chuckle of his boyfriend. “If you insist, my cute little bottom, I am on my way.”, finished Drew and ended the call.

Back in their new shared flat, Ryan adjusted his new butt plug in preparation of his boyfriend’s monstercock. While he did that he wondered if the ‘Chronivac - Phone Service’ maybe worked both ways.

[davewiiz]

[agmsye]

The Trunks of The Wild

Dr. Steve Harrison had stayed at his office long this evening. After some years of research and several expeditions he had finally found what he had been looking for. Deep within the South American Amazon jungle he and his colleagues had at last found the legendary trunks, which he had been researching for all of his work life. He had spent nearly 20 years trying to find this peace of clothing, got divorced from his wife, because she thought he spent too much time at his office and even got laughed at by colleagues.

And yet, despite all odds, he finally held the relic in his hands, which had among others inspired the story of Tarzan, the Trunks of the Wild. Though admittedly for such little clothing the word trunks was a bit stretched, it was just two pieces of cloth, connected by two thin strips of fabric. And yet he could almost feel the magic emanating from it. He stood there and inspected the trunks, searching for any trace of hormones, minerals or the like. Simply anything that would prove this thing was special in some way. But for now his test had only shown one thing on the clothing: Lots of old cum, something he was able to tell from simply the musky smell of the clothing.

He sighed in frustration. The tests all simply showed, that he had an average piece of clothing before him. But he knew it was special. All of a sudden he heard a whisper in his head: “Put us on.” The voice was deep and melodic, like someone who embodied masculinity itself was whispering into his ear. Steve hesitated. Did he really wanna do this? After all this small piece of clothing would look ridiculous on his old nerdy body. “Put us on.”, the voice whispered again, more insistent and even deeper than the last time. He didn’t have a doubt now, the voice had pushed everything out of his mind, leaving just the need to try the trunks on.

He quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, grimacing slightly when he gazed down his unsightly body. But he had to do as the voice said, so he pulled off his tight white briefs and gave his small dick a sad look. “That will change soon enough.”, the voice assured him and he quickly stepped into the Trunks. As he pulled the relic up his skinny legs, he felt the power resonating from it. Like the voice he had heard, the aura of the pants on his legs, felt like the presence of masculinity incarnate. Finally he pulled the trunks all the way up and closed his eyes.

Immediately he felt the power of the relic flow through his body and resonate with his every cell. He felt like his whole being had been set on fire, from his head, which seemed to burst, to his body, which felt like someone was trying to burn him, and even his mind, which felt like he was being pulled apart. And then he saw what was happening to him. At first he thought his skin was being burned for real, but then he realized his skin was darkening by the second. He had been white as a ghost before, just some light tan had remained from his latest expedition, but now he was nearing ebony black territory.

At the same time, he felt his shoulders being pulled apart, becoming far wider and at the same time rounding out and gaining mass, until they had a shape most guys had to work years for. While he was occupied with his shoulders, he barely noticed his waist becoming smaller, giving him an insane V-shape. To compensate for his wider shoulder, his lats and pecs grew as well, making his back look like a pair of wings and his chest like two pillows had been attached to it, the only difference being, they were hard as granite. 

His stomach rumbled as the individual abdominal muscles hardened and grew bigger, slowly forming a cobblestone road of abs, which somewhere in the back of his head he was sure he could have washed clothes on. His legs transformed into two beautifully muscled, ebony tree trunks, the individual strings of brawn clearly divided from each other and powerful veins pumping blood into them. The calves, which had by now blossomed on his lower legs, looked like diamonds attached to the back of his legs and were at the very least just as hard.

The biggest change however happened between his legs. While his giant legs forced his package forward, his formerly small balls ballooned with probably the most potent cum any human had ever carried, and dropping lower than Steve’s balls ever had and rounding out to about baseball size. As the deep brown color spread to his 3 inch cock, it lengthened, hardened and widened. Veins began delivering hormone heavy blood to the growing tool, forming a net on the professors’s dick. Not that Steve saw the changes happening between his legs, the Trunks barely concealed them. 

As Dr. Harrison began massaging his cock through the clothing, he could feel the fabric twist and change under his grab. While the original form of the relic would only have covered about a third of the magnificent new weapon of ass destruction, the shorts shifted to become closed at the bottom, giving the heavy weight at least some support and even concealing it and it’s two low hanging companions.

Steve was still enjoying the afterglow of his transformation, he heard the same voice as before begin a chant “Fuck, Lift, Repeat”. Over and over again the deep bass repeated the three words and they replaced the majority of Steve’s over thought’s  Before long the new black stud noticed, that the voice was no longer saying the words in his mind, but that the words were flowing out of his own mouth. The same deep, commanding, confidence oozing voice he had heard before was now his own.

Suddenly S knew his mission. He’d have to go to a gym, start by breaking every record in the gym, proceed by showing everyone his superior masculine body and then take one or two guys there and show them the temple of the wild, his incredible build, with which the Trunks had gifted him. As he closed the door of his office, the name on the door began to change into that of his former colleague, erasing the presence of Dr. Steve Harrison. Now there was only S and he’d spread the message the trunks had given him and show the others the blessing of the wild. 

[hardtrainer01]

Meet Your New Neighbor...

[mfiction]

I was down in the laundry area of the common room blow my apartment building and I saw this massive beast of a man just sitting there in his underwear. “They aren’t underwear, they are poking shorts.” He said to me. I said, “You mean posing shorts like bodybuilders wear in a competition? Well that explains why you are so massive! You must be the new guy that moved into apartment 2B. I’m John your Nextdoor neighbor in 2D . I guess if I’m ever being loud, you know to whom you should complain. Well, I guess I’m never loud really. Who wants a little 5 ft 2, 108 pound runt like me when we live in a world of six foot… uh …disappearing into the ceiling giant Adonis’ with beautiful faces like you? I’m sure the only reason we are still talking is because you need change for the machines and you don’t have anything clean to wear to go and get change. I have enough for my laundry and I am dressed, so I could give you mine and go get more change. Whatever you want.” The massive man looked down at me. Then his deep voice commanded, “First, I am 6 ft 10 if you were wondering. Second, I do need change, but we each only have half a load. Why don’t we just wash our things together? Third, if you think that I am such an Adonis, then why don’t we wait for the machine to finish its cycle up in my room? I can slip into something, um, less. Actually, we can make that noise you were worried about earlier!”

[bigandhuskyfellows]

damn huge.... gonna be a difficult mount... but I'm gonna

[jocksidagain]

On Railr looking for some pig to spend the evening with his tongue in his dumper. The more mass his butt has gained, the more attention it demands. He needs ass-worshiped constantly.

[forthegaze123]

Bro-tein Mocha

Bima let out a tired sigh, the sound of a low, rumbling groan in the quiet hum of the new coffee shop. He leaned back in the sleek, minimalist chair, the hard metal digging slightly into his lower back, and watched as Ryan, his best friend and accounting-desk rival, scrolled through his phone.

“Man, I’m so over those spreadsheet,” Bima muttered, taking another long, chilled sip of his iced coffee. The mix of espresso, milk, and something creamy-sweet slid down his throat, a delicious shock of coolness against the day's stagnant heat. “I swear, if I have to look at one more line of debits and credits, I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”

He felt a low thrum of energy, an odd, buzzing sensation that he chalked up to a potent caffeine kick, but it felt... different.

Ryan chuckled, not looking up from his screen.

“Tell me about it. We’re literally the most exciting people on the planet. ‘Oh, look, a negative balance! So scandalous!’” He finally pocketed his phone, his gaze lifting to Bima’s glass, which was beaded with condensation. “That looks sick, man. What is that? A dirty chai or something?”

“Nah, it’s called a ‘Bro-tein Mocha,’” Bima said with a sly smirk. “The barista was a real gym bro type and said it has some sort of protein-infused shot in it. I was like, what the hell, why not? Needed a pick-me-up.”

The buzzing sensation in his chest intensified, a sort of pleasant, tingly warmth that spread through his torso and out into his arms. His pecs felt like they were inflating, stretching the fabric of his maroon patterned shirt just a little tighter.

It felt… nice.

He couldn’t help but flex slightly, a subconscious movement he’d never done before. A low, gravelly groan escaped his lips, a soft, involuntary sound of pure, raw contentment.

“A ‘Bro-tein Mocha,’ are you serious?” Ryan laughed, shaking his head. “That’s so lame, but hey, if it works. I think I’ll get a regular iced latte. My brain can’t handle any more ‘Bro-tein’ right now.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “I’ll be right back. Don’t get too pumped up just from that coffee.”

Bima gave him a lazy wave, a wide, confident grin spreading across his face.

“No promises, man.” He watched Ryan's back as he walked toward the counter, the movement of his jeans-clad ass making Bima’s pupils dilate.

A sudden, unexpected throb of desire pulsed in his lower belly, a hot, liquid warmth that pooled in his groin.

“Ohh! What the…”

He’d never felt anything like that before, not with Ryan, not with anyone. The very thought of it, the heat and the ache, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through him, a soft, delicious moan escaping his lips. He shifted in his seat, his hips grinding against the cool metal, the sudden friction sending a jolt of energy down his spine. His fingers, which had been loosely clasped in his lap, twitched, wanting to touch something, anything, to ground this bizarre, wonderful feeling.

As Ryan’s back disappeared into the short line, the strange sensation that had been building in Bima’s body suddenly surged. It felt like a rushing tide of hot, thick liquid pouring through his veins, making his skin prickle and his muscles seize.

His arms, resting on his thighs, felt like they were getting wider, their circumference expanding, a slow, silent, thrilling process. His biceps bulged, pressing against the short, tailored sleeves of his shirt. He felt the fabric strain, the cotton fibers protesting with a soft, audible tiiiing as a thread snapped.

“ARghhHHhh!” A deep, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, a sound of pure, animalistic satisfaction. He liked this feeling. He liked the tightness, the press of his own swollen muscles against his skin.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, blurring the clean lines of the coffee shop, making the tables and chairs swim in his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, the world tilting precariously. When he opened them again, the memories of tax returns, spreadsheets, and Ryan as his best friend felt distant, like a dream he had just woken from. They were fading, dissolving into a pleasant fog, replaced by new thoughts, new desires, and a new identity.

He wasn't an accountant.

No.

He was something else.

Someone else.

His mind was a blank slate, and new, more important information was being scribbled on it. Getting swole. Looking good. Being admired. Being desired. The dizzy spell subsided, leaving behind a sharp, clear focus on one thing: his body.

The growth wasn’t just confined to his arms. His chest was swelling, his pecs pushing outward with an incredible, straining pressure. He could feel the muscle fibers tearing and reforming, a deep, satisfying grrrnnnch and thrummmm beneath his skin. His spine elongated, and he felt his shoulders broaden, a low, pop-pop-popping sound echoing in his ears as his bones shifted and his frame expanded. The sensation was orgasmic, a full-body climax that made his hips buck in the chair, a guttural groan ripping from his throat.

His torso was a canvas of pure, growing man-flesh, and he could feel the fabric of his shirt stretching, giving way, and finally, with a loud, tearing RIIIIIIIIP! sound, the seam gave out across his chest. The buttons flew off and clattered onto the concrete floor like little hail pellets. He was free.

“Haaaa-ngghhhh yeahhh…”

A deep, primal sensation, like a warm, moist tendril of pleasure, began to tickle his chest, making him arch his back. He looked down and gasped, not in surprise, but in a sudden, deep-seated thrill.

Dark, coarse hair was sprouting from the center of his chest, a soft forest of it creeping outward, covering his pecs and tracing a line down his abs. Each new follicle that emerged was a tiny, delicious needle-prick of sensation. A musky, earthy scent, like raw power and lust, bloomed around him, a smell that was uniquely his and utterly intoxicating. It filled his senses, a raw, horny aroma that made his nostrils flare. He sniffed deeply, inhaling his own scent, and it was a heady, erotic experience.

His abs, which had been soft and undefined just moments ago, were now slabs of rippling muscle, hard and defined. He ran a hand over them, his fingers tracing the chiseled lines, a low moan vibrating in his throat.

This new Bima wasn't an accountant. He was an alpha. A jock. And he was in the middle of a date with a cute, sweet twink he'd met online.

“Oh yeahhhhh!” he can't resist flexing his guns.

He looked up, his eyes now hard and hungry, just in time to see Ryan walking back, a tray with an iced latte in his hands. Ryan's eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open at the sight of Bima, half-naked, muscles rippling and glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the coffee shop's fluorescent light. The torn shirt on the floor was a tattered flag of his transformation.

A rush of pure, raw horniness washed over Bima, making his cock stir and swell in his pants.

The memory of his job was gone, replaced by a single, burning thought: Ryan. His date. His twink. He needed him. He wanted him. All of him. He needed to get his hands on that boy, to feel those soft, pale fingers on his hard, new muscles.

"Bima? W-WOAHHHH what... what the hell?" Ryan whispered, his voice a disbelieving squeak. The tray rattled in his hands, nearly spilling his drink.

Bima just smirked, a predatory, possessive look in his eyes. His voice, when it came out, was deeper, raspier, a low growl that sent a shiver down Ryan's spine.

"Hey, babe," he purred, the word sliding off his tongue like melted chocolate. He ran a hand over his chest, his fingers stroking the new hair with a smug, possessive pride. He could feel his hard nipple bead and pucker beneath his touch, a sweet, erotic thrill. He shifted in his seat, the leather of his pants groaning against the metal chair.

"I hope you don't mind the new look. I told you I wasn't making any promises." His eyes, dark and hungry, dropped to Ryan's mouth, and a new wave of desire slammed into him, a thick, pulsating heat that made his groin ache.

He licked his lips slowly, a low, guttural purr rumbling deep in his chest. "Come on, sweetie. Don't just stand there with your mouth open. You look so cute when you're surprised."

He reached a hand out, his arm a massive, corded thing of muscle, and gestured to the empty chair beside him. He wanted Ryan close, wanted to feel his skin against his. The thought of it, of touching him, made his cock pulse and his balls tighten, a deep, throbbing ache that was almost unbearable.

"Come on, Ryan," he purred, his voice a low, horny whisper that was only for Ryan's ears. "Don't you want a better look? Don't you want to feel?" He grinned, a flash of pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes, and his hand reached down, his fingers tracing the hard line of his own rippling abs, a slow, sensual caress.

“Hmmmhhghhhhhh…” He moaned, a soft, delicious sound of pleasure, his pupils dilating as he watched Ryan’s eyes fix on his hand, his mouth going even drier.

This was definitely so much better than accounting.

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Bonus pic:

[tj-transformation]

Matt The Ex-Womaniser

Matt was furious! How could that bitch talk to him like that? Sure he was acting like a bit of a prick but that’s just who he was, if she wasn’t going to accept him for who he was she could fuck off. Sure he might have been rude to her. And sure he made her feel uncomfortable when he made fun of the old man on the table across from them eating alone. But he was hot! She said he was obnoxious or something like that. That apparently he didn’t deserve his good looks. Before she walked out the restaurant she mumbled something, Matt didn’t hear it. No one ever turned him down, so fuck that bitch. If she didn’t want his hot bod then she could leave. He got home, not bothering to turn on his lights, and started stripping off his clothes, he’d gotten all dressed up for nothing. He was only in his socks when he sat on the stairs to take them off. Matt was used to walking around his house naked, so what if people saw? They were just jealous or wanted to sleep with him. As he reached down he felt something strange, like something brushed against his arm. He’d been feeling itchy the whole drive home but only now did he realise something was off, very off! He flicked the lights on and what he saw shocked him.

His once hairless body was now covered in a thick black pelt of hair! He would make sure to shave every few days so people could properly see his muscles but now they were being hidden under the thick tufts of body hair. He thought his legs looked like an animals, like one of those fauns he saw in movies. The hair went all the way up his body. His arms were covered in the hair and his armpits were overgrown. And they stunk too! His armpits smelt like he hadn’t washed them in weeks. They were damp with musky sweat as was his chest. His pecs were covered in the damp, thick fur hiding his nipples and making them look less defined. His abs were also covered and could barely be made out through the pelt. Matt couldn’t feel them through the thick hair. He was shocked. The only hair he had was his beard and on his head but this was insane! How would girls be able to see his chiselled body with all this hair covering it. It was all matted too and looked like a nightmare to shave. Then he looked down at his pride and joy. His crotch was completely covered by a bush of pubic hair. It was thick and dense and it took Matt a minuet to part it to find his dick. It was swallowed but how much hair there was! Then he could feel his ass was in the same situation, covered completely! Especially down the crack where it looked particularly thick and almost unwashed. It was darker than the rest and stunk. Clearly the hair had been catching and holding the smell of any fart that came out of his tight anus.

What was Matt going to do?! He got up to move to his kitchen to find a pack of razors in the storage cupboard, but as he was walking he felt heavier. Without warning his ass blasted a heavy protein fart which cling to his body hair forcing Matt to smell it. This wasn’t like him at all! He wasn’t some disgusting pig with no control. With every few steps he kept farting these long wet farts until he reached the cupboard. As he placed a hand on the handle, and other rumble sent gas in a different direction as he opened his mouth and let out a deep beefy burp. He stumbled backward and landed on the dining table bench. Fart. Burp. Fart. Louder fart. Thunderous burp. He couldn’t stop. His stomach started to swell as he lost his flat stomach. It ballooned until it resembled a ball. Not an ab to be seen in sight. He looked like one of those roid freaks from the gym with his huge ball gut. He would have screamed if he didn’t keep burping. The rest of his body followed suit as his arms, legs and pecs blew up to huge beefy proportions. He couldn’t even put his arms to the sides anymore as they were too thick. The flow of heavy eggy gas stopped and gave Matt a second to think. Scared and exhausted, he placed his hands on his head where he found something even worse! His hair, his amazing hair that’s the girls loved. It was gone! All he felt was a smooth shiny scalp with a few stubbly bits here and there. He caught sight of his reflection in the oven door. What remains hair he had was grey, and his beard held the same silver colouring! His face looked years older. He looked like a man in his early 50s. Oh god what was happening?

Everything that made Matt who he was had gone. His hair, his body. All gone. He started to sob into his big meat hands. What would he do? No one would recognise him, they’d think he was mad. Then he heard a knock at the door. Who was it? Who would be knocking this time of night? Hesitantly, Matt picked himself up and wiped his tears away. Slowly he walked towards the door. His wife beefy frame struggled to fit down the hallways and his arms got stuck at several points. He had to walk sideways for the most part like a crab. He also gets getting wifs of himself as the stench of sweat and protein farts Kept assaulting his nose. Finally he made it to the door and slowly, he opened it. Standing outside was the man from the restaurant. The old man who was sitting alone. What was he doing here and how did he know where Matt lived? The man stepped in and when Matt tried to protest the man held a finger to his lips and hushed him. He walked through to the kitchen and Matt followed.

“So your probably wondering why I’m here. Well I’m a warlock. I was sat alone tonight as I like to observe people, find out what makes them tick. And you Matt caught my interest the moment you stepped in with your date. You were so rude and had no manners. I was going to leave you be until I heard you mock me to your date. A fat old has-been bodybuilder is what you called me. You said how men like me were awful and I deserved to be alone. Well, how does it feel when the shoe is on the other foot?” Matt was speechless. He started crying again into his big meaty hands and tried to apologise. He kept stuttering as burps and farts would interrupt him. He begged the man to change him back. He pleaded. He offered him money, anything he could give. Then the warlock said, “I don’t think you’ve learnt your lesson quite yet young man. Excuse me sorry, old man. Now you thought a body like this is useless, let’s put that to the test.” With a snap of his fingers, the two vanished from the kitchen and were stood on a beach. Matt looked around trying to take in his surroundings. The heat beat down on his body making him sweat profusely. The shock made him release a blistering fart which echoed across the beach only to be drowned out by the lapping waves. The warlock chucked Matt a pair of blue briefs and told him to put them on.

“So this is where I leave you. For now at least. You think a body like mine is useless well let’s put it to the test. You’re the only person on this island and don’t bother trying to swim, there’s no one around for miles. I’ll leave you here for a month. You’ll find out just how useful, and durable a body like that is. Hopefully buy the time I’m back you’ll have learnt your lesson. I think a bit of alone time will do you good, make you more self aware and less arrogant. But be careful, if when I return you haven’t seen the light, it’ll be another month and the cycle repeats.” Matt was about to punch the old man when he stumbled and fell belly first into the hot sand making him belch and fart once more. Before the warlock disappeared he threw a bottle at Matt. It was suncream. “Your head is starting to look a little burnt, use it sparingly.” And with that he was gone, and Matt was on his own for a whole month. What was he going to do?

[fa9ggt]

Glasses

Sometimes he likes to make you put back on your glasses. Normally, he likes it when you have to squint to see. He says it makes you look like a total dumbass. After you put on the glasses he tells you to look in the mirror. The glasses are the only thing left of the old you. He wants to see if you can recognize yourself. You never can. After a few minutes you always forget why you're standing in front of the mirror. That's when you begin to flex those big roid muscles of yours. That's his favorite part. He loves seeing how far you've fallen. How much of a big fucking idiot you are now. Don't worry about it though. It would be pretty hard for anyone to recognize you now. Even he can barely see the resemblance anymore. All anyone sees when they look at you now is a big dumb roided muscle bull. But to be honest, I think your a little too enthralled with your arm to be worried about that. As a matter of fact to be worried about anything at all, meathead.

[changingmen-deactivated20210520]

The Special Shampoo

Mark walked into the locker room after a long workout session and threw himself onto the locker room bench, sweat dripping through his workout gear. He was exhausted. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

Suddenly, Mark heard the door swing open. A huge hulking figure walked in. Mark could hear the monster’s footsteps coming towards him. Mark opened his eyes to see a big muscular Arab man taking a seat on the bench across from him. Mark found himself getting lost in the Arab’s dreamy dark brown eyes. Beads of glistening sweat drifted their way down the man’s beautiful brown face. Mark couldn’t help but stare at the man’s frame. His broad shoulders, his massive pecs, his giantic forearms, all of which were coated in a thick pelt of arabic hair. He radiated masculinity. Mark was in awe of the man.

The Arab man then made eye contact with Mark and smirked. Mark immediately diverted his eyes. He didn’t want the gorgeous man to see him lusting over him. Mark’s lust was cut short when suddenly he could smell his own sweat. Mark reached into his gym bag and took out his towel and body wash. However, the body wash felt lighter than usual.

“Damn, it’s empty” Mark sighed as he shook the bottle. Mark could have swore the bottle had been full this morning. The lid of the bottle was loose. It was almost as if someone had emptied i-

“Use mine” The Arab man held out his shampoo.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I’ll just shower at hom-”

“No, just use mine” he said more forcefully this time. He was staring directly into Mark’s eyes.

“Seriously, it’s fin-”

USE MY SHAMPOO

Mark was surprised by the man’s commanding tone. He was manly and intimidating. The arab man’s body hair was infused with sweat. It was beginning to stink up the entire room. Mark’s nose was quickly filled with the man’s alpha stink. It reeked. Mark swiftly took the shampoo from the man’s meaty hands, afraid of what the man would do if he refused.

“Try not to moan too loud” the Arab man laughed to himself.

Mark smiled politely and quickly made his way into the public shower. “What a psycho” he thought. Why was the man so insistent on him using this shampoo? Mark looked at the label. It read ‘مزيل الصبي الأبيض’. The liquid was a brownish orange colour. Mark had never seen anything like it. Maybe it was only made in the Middle East or something?

Mark poured the shampoo onto the palm of his hand and then scratched it into his brown hair. The shampoo trickled down his smooth hairless body. It felt… good. Mark was surprised with how nice the shampoo felt against his pale hairless skin. Mark poured more out onto his hand and began to rub it into his hair more aggressively this time. Mark rubbed the shampoo more and more until he accidentally let a moan slip through his lips. Mark covered his mouth, hoping no one had heard him. The shampoo was sending a warm heated pleasure throughout his body.

“Oh fuck. It feels so goooooood” Mark moaned loudly as he lathered his hair with the shampoo. He couldn’t help it. The pleasure was becoming too intense for him to handle.

Mark was too lost in the pleasure to notice that his hairless torso was beginning to sprout… chest hair? That can’t have been right. Mark’s chest had always been hairless. He had never allowed any hair to grow on his body. He always thought hairy men looked like smelly animals. But now, Mark didn’t have a say in the matter. Dark black hair began sprouting all over his body. His chest, his forearms, his legs, his face now sprouting thick jet-black smelly hair. The once hairless 20 year old had grown so much hair, he looked like some kind of smelly animal.

The shampoo began to sink into Mark’s muscles. His lean body inflating, becoming bigger and stronger. His lean pecs ballooned outwards, now looking like a pair of fat hairy tits. His nipples grew bigger and more sensitive. The slightest touch could make him blow his thick load all over the shower wall. His shoulders grew broader and hairier. His biceps and legs grew big and thick. Mark began growing in size. His thin 5’8 stature increasing to a hulking 6’7 monster. His age increased with his height. The 20 year old aged until he began to look like he was in his 30s.

Mark’s ass grew bigger and juicer. Becoming round and fuckable. It began jiggling with the slightest of movements. It looked like it was constantly begging to be fucked by a nice big thick cock. His average sized penis grew larger too. It grew longer and thicker. His once 5 inch penis shot out into a thick 12 inch monster cock.

The shampoo began to seep into Mark’s pale skin. His complexion slowly darkened as the water washed his whiteness down the drain, never to be seen again. Mark’s smooth pale complexion was replaced by a beautiful brown tone. With Mark’s thick black body hair, his huge monster cock and his beautiful brown skin, someone could easily mistake Mark for… an Arab.

Mark began to panic as he looked down at his new Arab body. Mark threw the pleasureful shampoo onto the shower floor. He took one step out of the shower, struggling to balance his new 6’7 frame. He began stumbling out of the shower area and his fat ass jiggled behind him. His new big hairy tits swaying on his chest. He looked so hairy and fuckable.

Mark stumbled into the locker room, heading straight for the exit. He didn’t care that he was naked. He didn’t care his big fuckable ass was on show for everyone to see. He didn’t care his boner was swaying from side to side. He didn’t care that the bouncing of his new hairy fuckable tits was almost causing him to bust a nut all over the floor. He needed to escape. Now.

WHERE YOU GOING, FUCKTOY

Mark looked back to see the big hulking arab man who gave him the shampoo. It was humiliating having someone see him like this. He was exposed. But Mark knew he had to relatiate if he wanted to get out and find help.

“What have you done to me?! Let me go!” Mark screamed.

“Let you go?” the man furrowed his bushy brows. “You love being around me… don’t you remember?”

“What? No I don-”

YOU LOVE ME

YOU NEVER WANT TO LEAVE ME

YOU ARE MY ARAB BOYWIFE

The words sank deep into Mark’s head. Embedding themselves deep inside his subconscious. Mark grabbed his head. New memories began filling his mind. Memories of growing up in Egypt. Memories of falling in love and marrying his lifelong best friend, Omar. Memories of never getting a job. Memories of being a good submissive boywife filled his head. Mark… no… Ahmad looked up to see his husband standing in front of him. He then looked in the mirror, smiling at his appearance. He loved being Middle Eastern. He loved his heritage.

“Now, boywife. Are you done with your little tantrum?” Omar grinned at his husband.

“Yes, Master. I don’t know what I was thinking. I will make it up to you when we get home” Ahmad smiled adoringly at his loving husband.

“Yes you will” Omar lustfully stroked his husbands bouncy fuckable Arab ass.

“So get dressed now or I’ll fuck your jiggling bubble butt in front of the entire gym”

Ahmad put on his clothes and submissively followed his loving husband back home. Omar smirked at his new boiwife, forgetting that he had left the magic shampoo behind. The shampoo lay on the shower floor waiting to be used by some oblivious unknowing victim…

[bodriversblog]

With the sound of coach’s voice washing over him 24/7…

[stupidhimbo]

Everytime you went into this market, this big himbo was the one who checked your groceries out. Yesterday he left a note with his number and "I'm just too horny about you coming here every other day and I know you're like that too. Call me and we will sort this shit out cause I NEED to fuck your ass"

[nouveaux-yeux]

[twisted-talez]

“You’re finally awake,” Zach greeted me while looking hot-as-fuck his CK boxer briefs, his ballcap turned backwards. He had a coffee mug in one hand as he watched the sun rising over the water, my dad’s multiple loads swimming inside that meaty ass. “I hope your dad and I didn’t keep you up too late,” he offered feebly.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I lied. The truth was that I didn’t sleep much, listening to their fuck fest until the wee hours of the morning. “Where’s Dad?” I inquired.

“Your dad already left for work,” Zach reported. “But he said that I could grab some coffee and a shower before I head out.”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” I assured him, trying to not stare so obviously at his plump, round ass, straining against the flimsy fabric of his black briefs—an ass begging to be fucked.

Zach was Dad’s fuck bud—well—one of them, that is. My parents had divorced when I was young and, for most of my life, it had been only Dad and me. I had just turned eighteen when Dad sat me down for a talk.

“You’re a man now,” Dad began, “so I think you have a right to know that—shit, there’s no delicate way to put this—I like to fuck guys. And now that you’re grown and you know this about me, there are gonna be times when I bring home a guy to fuck. I’ll be respectful of you, but I’m not gonna go sneaking around anymore.”

The next few months were a bit crazy with Dad parading a steady stream of Grindr hookups through the house. There was a new guy in Dad’s bed almost every night, the bed springs squeaking, the headboard banging, the guy screaming, “Fuck me with that big cock,” over and over again.

Eventually, things calmed down. Dad settled on a handful of regular fuck buds who would drop whatever they were doing to come ride his big cock—and often stay the night. Zach was one of them. He also happened to be close in age to me and—I couldn’t deny—was hot as fuck.

“When are you planning to tell your dad?” Zach asked, turning away from the window as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

“Tell him what?” I asked naively.

“That you’re also gay—that you like guys.”

“I’m not—I’m not gay, dude,” I protested. “I like pussy.”

“Oh yeah? When was the last time you had some pussy?”

“I don’t—I don’t remember,” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that it had been more than a year since I fucked a girl, or even thought about it.

“My point exactly,” Zach smiled. “A hot guy like you should have no problem scoring pussy—if that’s what he wants. Is that what you want?”

“I don’t—I don’t want to talk about—”

“You know we saw you last night,” Zach interrupted. “Your dad and me—when he was fucking me. We saw you watching us from the door, stroking your big cock.”

I was busted, and there was no denying it. Dad had left his bedroom door wide open—whether accidentally or purposely, I wasn’t sure. And when I went upstairs to get ready for bed, there was Zach on the bed—his knees pressed to his chest, Dad planking above him, jackhammering that meaty ass.

I had watched gay porn on my phone many times, but seeing the real thing in person was mind blowing. Watching Dad railing Zach’s ass, I couldn’t stop myself from jacking my cock and spewing my load into my hand in a matter of minutes—before Dad had even seeded Zach’s ass. I didn’t think they had seen me. I was wrong.

“You should talk to your dad,” Zach persisted. “He wants to be there for you if you think you might be gay.”

“That’s—that’s the problem,” I confessed. “I don’t know if I’m gay. I haven’t even been with a guy.”

“Well, that’s an easy fix,” Zach winked, setting down his coffee mug and pulling off his CK briefs, his meaty ass bare to the world. “You can fuck me.”

“I don’t—I don’t think—”

“Come on,” he taunted, staring at my bulging crotch. “I know you want to tap this ass.”

“I do want to fuck you,” I admitted readily, for there was no denying that I was presently rock hard. “But what about my dad? You’re his fuck bud. I don’t want to piss him off.”

“Your dad doesn’t own me,” Zach laughed. “And we’re all adults here. I know I’m not the only guy your dad fucks, and he certainly knows that I take other cocks—hell, your dad’s hooked me up with several of his buddies before. He won’t care if you fuck me. You’re just one more notch on my bedpost.”

“Okay—we can fuck,” I acquiesced as Zach dropped to his knees and pulled down my athletic shorts, my hard cock springing free and nearly striking him in the face.

“DAMN,” Zach exclaimed, licking his lips. “You’re just as big as your dad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? The men in your family are fucking blessed.”

“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly. But before I could say another word, Zach had taken the entire length of my cock down his throat in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “How the fuck are you able to do that?”

“Haven’t you ever been deep throated?” Zach asked, popping off me, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of my cock. “Oh, wait,” he laughed. “You’ve only been sucked by bitches—who never know what they’re doing.”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged, recalling the subpar blowjobs I’d received from girls over the years—often ending with toothy scratches on my thick shaft.

Zach quickly returned to sucking me, his head bobbing up and down on my big dick, his tongue swirling over my cock head. It all felt so fucking good—too good, in fact.

“Dude, if you keep that up, I’m gonna blow soon,” I warned.

“We don’t want you cumming just yet,” Zach popped off it again, his hand gripping my balls, willing them to not release my seed just yet. “I like a warm load down my throat as much as the next guy, but I’m not leaving here today without your load up my ass.”

My hard cock jumped at the thought of breeding him, precum dripping from the tip as Zach braced himself against the kitchen counter. With his meaty ass presented to me, Zach directed me to mount him.

“Don’t we need lube or something?” I asked, searching the kitchen counter for something that might work.

“Your dad fucked another load into me this morning,” he reported, turning his head back to face me, a devilish smile on his face. “Trust me, you don’t need any lube. My hole is ready to go. Now fuck me, bro.”

Needing no further invitation than that, I gripped my swollen cock in my right fist. Upon finding the wet folds of Zach’s pink cunt, pushed inside him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I marveled, my cock enveloped by the warm embrace of his talented sphincter, gripping me and pulling me deeper.

“That’s it—go balls deep,” he commanded. “Christ, I love a big dick up my ass. Now fuck this cunt like you own it. Fucking give it to me.”

Following orders, I pushed myself up and onto the balls of my feet and began to jackhammer Zach with a violent intensity. In my experience, none of the girls I had been with liked it hard—but Zach wasn’t a girl. He was a man—with a man’s cunt that was made for a brutal pounding. And I was giving it to him.

“That’s it—fucking wreck my hole,” he begged, widening his stance, raising his ass to take me deeper. “You like this cunt? You like fucking my warm, wet cunt?”

“Fuck YES,” I panted, sweat dripping down my chest as I pummeled his quivering cunt. My balls were slapping his ass hard with each thrust, smacking audibly, and had begun to tighten, hugging my body. I knew what that meant.

“Dude. I—I don’t think I can last much longer,” I warned urgently, the pressure building in my shaft.

“It’s cool, bro,” Zach assured me. “Guys never last long the first time they try ass. Fucking breed me.”

“Yeah? You want my cum?” I taunted, mimicking all the times I overheard my dad demanding the same thing when he fucked slutty guys in his bed. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass?”

“YES,” Zach begged, his sphincter gripping me, willing me to dump my load in him. “Fucking seed my hole.”

Instantly, Zach got his wish—my balls contracting, my cock throbbing, and my load ejecting deep into his recesses. Christ, it felt good to bust my nut in him—balls deep, no condom dulling the sensation, his tight hole massaging my cock. It was way better than any orgasm I had ever experienced when fucking pussy.

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of him on wobbly legs, my pearly load pooling in the gaping hole I had created. “Your cunt is fucking amazing, dude.”

But before Zach could say anything, an unexpected response came from behind me. “Zach’s cunt is amazing,” said the inimitable voice of my father. “I knew you would enjoy fucking him.”

“Dad?” I gasped, turning around to face him, a drop of cum still dangling from the tip of my cock. “I thought you were at work?”

“No,” Dad smiled, undoing his bathrobe, freeing his big, hard cock. “That was just a ruse to get you to fuck Zach. I thought fucking him might be good for you and, from what I just witnessed—I was right.”

I was dumbfounded, speechless. I stood motionless as my dad pushed me aside and mounted Zach, his cock sliding right into that wet, gaping hole with ease.

“Mmm, yeah,” Zach moaned. “Fuck my used cunt.”

“Christ, I love a sloppy hole,” Dad growled, my fresh load coating his big cock as he proceeded to fuck Zach right in front of me. “And—DAMN, son—you shot a huge load all up in this cunt. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I laughed, reaching for a paper towel to clean off my spent dick. “But you gotta admit that this is all a bit fucked up.”

“Son, you’ll find that sex is best when it’s a bit fucked up,” Dad winked, gripping Zach’s hips, pounding him harder as Zach moaned in delight. “Now how about we take Zach and his sloppy cunt up to my bed? We can DP his meaty ass—both fuck him at once. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”

Dad was right—I did fuckin’ love it.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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[fullfriendnerdclutch]

On his way to meet-up with his Grindr date. One thing Jeff likes about his life nowadays is the fact that he can swipe right to the most vile or even unattractive person, and with the premium paid version of the Chronivac seamlessly weaved into his Grindr, he can adjust that person to his liking. This seemed like a beta version that is not yet released to the public, or so he thought as he didn't even know to whom this phone actually belongs to. He just found it randomly in the club one night, tinkered a bit with it and then find the Grindr app looking a bit different from his usual one. That self-exploration lead him to find out about the built-in Chronivac, which he abused to sculpt himself into God's perfect image of a human being. He packed himself with muscle in all the right places, get rid of all the shortcomings like his poor eyesight, scoliosis, his partial color-blindness and all the small yet annoying sparse body acne to leave himself a nice, taut and smooth body. He increased his height substantially to 6'4" from his previous 5'6" form and rather than staying as a mixed Lebanese-Mexican man, he went on full Caucasian as he renamed himself as Dominic Groth, a German-Australian self-obsessed bodybuilding content creator. With such discovery, now he's excited to share this blessing to more people, of course with him as the one bestowing the transformation and the receiving end mostly unaware of the changes, at least for now

As he knocks on the door of his date, instead of a boring 5'7" fat fuck of a middle-aged accountant that clearly couldn't pull anyone, a towering 6'7" confident muscle beast answered the door

"Glad you ain't no catfish,"

"Same goes for you, Daddy,"

The massive guy smirked, his cock stirring in his pants after being called like that by a hulking 6'4" jock. Memories of his past life seemingly vanished into thin air as he grabbed Jeff into his house with such ease and confidence, as if this is just another day in the life of this bonafide muscle stud.