Himbo is very used to men talking about him like this. They never talk to him, what's the point? But with one hand down his shorts, another fondling himbo's ass, he says to his buddies "I need to get that shit pregnant, fuck!"
Will had always rolled his eyes at the twinks dancing around the club. They werenât real men, he thought. Just annoying little bimbos. So when he started heckling them from the bar one night, he paid no attention as one of them turned to him and said that heâd regret that. But when his body started aching all over and he ran to the bathroom⌠Well, letâs just say between his diminishing height, his rapidly expanding bubble ass, and the new dryness in his mouth that he knew even then would only be satisfied with a good suck - Billy wished heâd have chosen his words a little more wisely.
I loved Hubris, I loved frat boys, they made recruitment so easy! This sophomore from Beta Omega Upsilon (BOY) had talked about how KOK needed to âman upâ. This preppy, smooth faced swimmer was talking about being a real man, an âALPHAâ. I didnât need to dig through his socials or voting history to see the bullshit his mind was filled with. I didnât even have a second thought as I PULSED him with Horny Ancient Magic. His body getting covered in swaths and pelts of hair that darkened to almost black. His pretty boy face getting smashed to pieces like a mirror breaking before reforming with a sturdy jawline, a nose that would be perfect inhaling my musk and lips that begged to be kissed. Growing perfect facial hair to frame it and to complete the look a snap back materialized.
The rest of his body started piling on mass. Fat and muscle bulking him up to a perfect himbo. My hands naturally found their way to his pecs squeezing the meaty slabs of muscle and fat and kneading them to perfection. I could see his eyes rolling back. The bigotry, the hatred and self doubt gone, too dumbâŚ.. Actually what he thought before was dumb. He was too kind now to think that way. All he would think of is serving and pleasing the people around him. Like a real man
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Dorian was on his way home from work with a pit in his stomach. Unfortunately, there weren't any traffic jams, so it seemed Dorian would have to face his boyfriend without delay.
Dorian and Patrick loved each other more than anything, but somewhere along the way, the sexual spark had started to fade. To Dorian, this was fine, but Patrick's libido was much higher. Dorian agreed to an open relationship, but Patrick always said he wanted Dorian more than anyone else. To try and reignite the spark, they made Wednesdays their sex day â and ever since, Dorian dreaded going home on Wednesdays.
As expected, Dorian got home right on time. As he opened the door, the usual smells from the kitchen were already missing. Patrick always made the most delicious meals for them both. Today, no noise came from the kitchen.
As Dorian walked towards the kitchen, he heard some murmuring from upstairs. When he arrived in their bedroom, Dorian saw a behemoth of a man standing next to their bed.
"Who the fuck are you, and where is Patrick?" Dorian wanted to yell, as he realised that he did in fact know the man in front of him. It was his boyfriend. Now that he thought about it, for the last hour or so, he memorized to versions of Patrick. The nerdy one that he knew was the "original", because Patrick and Dorian were like twins. Since this afternoon, another version appeared: the one Dorian saw in front of him right now.
As the man turned around, Dorian noticed how absolutely jacked the man was. His back arched out into a V-shape that Dorian never dreamed of seeing in real life. It was only when Dorian saw the man's pecs that protruded from his tight 8-pack abs that he realised that the man who was standing there was completely naked.
"Hey, bro, how are you? Look what finally came today!" the new Patrick said as he waved something that looked like a phone in the air.
The second Dorian saw the phone, he remembered that weeks ago Patrick had been going on a tangent about this reality-changing programme. Dorian had zoned out occasionally, so the details were fuzzy. He started to get dizzy as the version of his boyfriend that worked out daily fought for memory space with the memory of his nerdy boyfriend.
"Seems like that reality-changing thing works!" Dorian said.
"Okay, you zoned out again when I spoke about it, didn't you, bro? Anyway, now I am absolutely your type!" Patrick, his calm and collected Patrick, was jumping up and down like a little kid.
"Oh honey, you know it was never about your looks. I love you for who you are, in fact I fear that this Chronivac-thing is changing your personality. This whole bro-type personality? It's not you, you know?" Dorian looked his boyfriend directly in the eyes and felt sad that he made the man he loved look for such radical solutions to his lack of libido.
"I didn't want to change myself for you, bro. I just hoped that, with a higher libido, I wouldn't mind our relationship being open as much. You know?"
"Also, not a fan that you can change all of reality, and I wouldn't even know. So from now on, the phone will always stay near me, and we can only use it when the other person is looking as well."
"Ugh, why don't you trust me, bro? It's not like I'd make you into anything you wouldn't like." Patrick whined.
"I just don't want anything about me changed for now, babe. We don't know what else is altered without us knowing."
"Babe", Patrick finally called him babe again, "it's not like Chronivac would lie to us, it's not a genie in a lamp situation. I just feel more...relaxed? Also, kinda turns me on to talk like a jock." Patrick smirked.
After Patrick got dressed (a tight shirt and shorts), both he and Dorian made a simple meal together, ate it and settled on the couch. The Chronivac was with them in the kitchen, on the dinner table and at the table near the couch. Dorian watched over it like a hawk, checking every few minutes whether the thing was still there. It was followed by a quick glance over at Patrick.
"Okay babe, not liking the lack of trust you have in me." Patrick blurted out frustrated. He stretched his hands towards Dorian. "I thought tonight was still datenight?" He made his pecs bounce under the tight shirt he was wearing.
"Sorry, honey, I have to trust you." Dorian pulled back from Patrick's grasp. "Sorry, today has been much. You understand, right?" Dorian turned his attention back to the TV.
"To be fair, babe, I don't understand. Sorry, I need a minute, and sorry for what I'm going to do," Patrick said while storming off to the bathroom. The last part of the sentence kind of lost on Dorian, who was getting his phone out of his pocket to text his best friend, Lisa.
"Okay, wow, sooo Patrick got this reality-changing device. It's cool, but scary."
Dorian pressed send and looked to the place where the Chronivac was just a few minutes ago: empty.
"Patrick, what are you doing?" Dorian cried out in panic before his whole world seemed to be turning upside down.
Several seconds later, Patrick arrived back in the living room. "Sorry, bro. I had to do this."
"You can always go to the toilet, silly", Dorian said as he straightened the strings of his jockstrap and turned his ass in the air. "What's that phone you got there?"
"Oh that's my chronivac..." the rest that Patrick said was sort of blocked out for Dorian as he got distracted by the growing bulge in his stud boyfriend's sweatpants.
After the best sex for the couple in ages, the pair went to bed and Dorian checked his phone one final time to make sure his alarm for work was set. His boyfriend was toying with that special phone again.
"OMG, you have to tell me more!" A text from Lisa popped up, but Dorian couldn't remember texting her. When he read about the reality-changing programme, a killer headache formed. Suddenly, he remembered what Patrick promised and what happened earlier tonight. He could feel his consciousness slip. Dorian mustered all his power to reply to Lisa.
"I think Patrick is abusing it. Come help me, please." Dorian barely sent the message before letting his phone slip from his hands. This drew Patrick's attention. Dorian saw how his boyfriend picked up the phone and saw the message.
"Again, honey, I'm sorry. This cock won't be taking care of it self, and I am so f'ing horny. I can't let you find out again" Dorian panicked and wondered what was going to happen as he got swallowed in seas of darkness.
Dorian awoke startled, as if just woken up from a scary dream. Light pierced through the curtains already.
"Fuck bro, I missed my alarm", he said while yawning.
Dorian lazily grabbed at his morning wood and fully woke up in shock.
"how large is my...." was the last thought he had before his mind was flooded with new memories that immediately weren't new to Dorian.
D, as he often refferred to himself now, thought back to the hot sex last night as he let his naked foot-long cock flop free from the blankets.
D flexed his football-sized biceps as his cock hardened. Like every morning, he winked at the camera that livestreamed his bed 24/7. He had to please the audience, Patrick always said.
D got up from the bed and immediately saw himself in the full-length mirror directly in front of the bed.
He knew he saw this every morning, but as if he saw it for the first time, Dorian was blown away by his physique. First of all, his beautiful young face that made him look boy-ish, with blue eyes that swallowed every top as he looked up while sucking on a dick.
His baby face could be misleading if it weren't for the bullneck that followed straight underneath it. Every muscle group stood out in its own marvellous way. His bowling-ball-sized shoulders made him look like a tank, while their curves made way for arms that were larger than most people's legs. His python arms were raised to his sides because of a back that could make some planes jealous.
D admired and flexed every muscle, but he knew what his audience was waiting for.
"Are you guys ready to see the root of my popularity?" D said with his back turned to the camera, seemingly forgetting that his audience could see everything because of all the other mirrors.
"Ladies and gents, but mostly gents. Here is my root!" D laughed as he turned around, moving his hips back and forth in such a way that the top of his dick slammed into his pec shelf.
As he was wanking off, D talked to the camera about all the times he had to skip a class because his dick was simply to hard. That his mind clouded over because he got too horny and had to hold himself in.
"Now, I hardly ever have to leave the house. We even have a pool since we moved to Patrick's mansion! He even told me that's because of you guys I can just lounge around naked or in my jockstrap all day now."
Thinking about his jockstrap pushed D over the edge. He moaned a lot and yelled, "I love my life!" before he jizzed over the mirrors and his own hair.
After he came to, D turned to the camera again.
"Thank you guys, I'll be leaving the camera view now, but I promise you can see tons of content on my OF-page today, tomorrow, every day!" He giggled and jumped around for a few more seconds and then left the room.
D had just started showering when Patrick came into the bathroom.
"Honey, Lisa is here and wants to talk to you. I will let her in, so take your time. It doesn't seem too urgent anyway."
Patrick left the bathroom, and D thought he could hear him mumble something about twinks. It didn't matter, as thinking of Lisa gave D, no Dorian, a headache again. Why had he asked Lisa for help again?
âWait, what did you say this game was called again?â Christopher asked.
ââThis or Thatâ!â Felix replied, obviously excited. All day he had waited to try out this new personality-quiz app, having received a plethora of positive reviews from friends, coworkers, and online. As soon as his shift was up, he rushed back to the small apartment he shared with his loving boyfriend. The smoother, slimmer Christopher was surprised by his partnerâs sudden enjoyment and fascination as the app finished its download.
âHow does it work?â
âItâs simple,â Felix, more of a twunk vers than an actual top, replied. âApparently the game offers you different options, red or blue, this or that. You keep filtering down before it lands on a hyper-specific personality type.â
Christopher shrugged, âSounds simple enough, but why is it so popular?â
âItâs supposed to be like freaky accurate.â Felix opened the app and entered CHRISTOPHER into the flashing box. âIâve been hearing about it all day, but I wanted to try it with you.â
Christopher blushed at that, watching as the first prompt came in. The app wished to know who was filling out the survey: âThisâ was the person themselves, âThatâ was another person. Felix pushed âThatâ.
âSo youâre filling it out for me?â Christopher asked, a little bummed.
âAnd youâll do mine,â Felix assured, moving past the next prompt. The first few waves were the simple ones: male or female, old or young, rich or comfortable. Christopher laid back into the couch they were both seated on, grabbing a remote and searching for a âThe Real HousewivesâŚâ title. On Felixâs end, he eventually landed on a question regarding sexuality.
THIS: Heterosexuality or THAT: Homosexuality
Felixâs finger tapped âThatâ, but unlike before the next prompt did not appear. For some reason, the "That" option did not respond and proceed forward. He tapped it again, and again, and kept doing so until Christopher noticed.
âI think my screen may have frozen?â Felix explained. To check, he tapped the âThisâ option. His face skewed slightly as it accepted, moving forward.
âIs it working again, dude?â Chris asked, not looking up from his phone.
âUhâŚyeah,â Felix gulped, hoping the error would not severely impact the results. He was already a good amount in, and he did not want to make his roommate wait. Felix reviewed the next prompt.
THIS: Alpha or THAT: Beta
Felix knew the answer, but something told him to go with the other option. He had already messed up, so maybe it would be funny to purposely skew further. Thinking it could be a good laugh, Felix considered manipulating the quiz to manufacture the opposite. Cautiously, he pressed the âThisâ option, moving on.
âGod, these hags are annoyingâŚâ Chris mumbled, his voice a little deeper than usual as he switched channels to something more interesting. The loud rowdiness of a football gameâs broadcast quickly filled the room, but all Felix could focus on was his phone. To his surprise, after the last tap, the app had begun to filter through its own prompts on its own. Felixâs eyes tried to follow as the screen flashed with new questions and answered them accordingly.
THIS: Masculine-Leaning or THAT: Feminine-Leaning
THIS: Monoracial or THAT: Multiracial
THIS: Strong or THAT: Meek
THIS: Arrogant or THAT: Reserved
THIS: Excitable or THAT: Laid-Back
THIS: Selfless or THAT: Authoritative
THIS: Traditional or THAT: Progressive
Each of the answers clicked by without Felix being able to alter a thing. He could not even exit the app. Desperate, Felix stood up and moved towards the kitchen, hoping to grab his laptop in order to look up some kind of solution. But before he made it, the app suddenly stopped, presenting Felix with the results.
âWith 100% accuracy, This or That reports that CRISTOBAL is: AVERAGE STRAIGHT MALE.â
Felix stood stunned, taking a breath and slowly reentering reality. Still on the couch and now manspreading as much as possible, Chrisâs focus appeared to be solely on the cheerleaders performing their half-time show. Felixâs own focus soon shifted to be solely on his straight roommateâs cock, the massive schlong becoming chubby thanks to the tit-tastic routine on the television.
âBro? Come on!â Chrisâs rich, masculine voice snapped Felix out of his lustful gaze. âI hate it when you do that gay stuff, itâs annoying.â
âOhâŚuh sorryâŚâ Something felt wrong, like Felix was forgetting something.
âYou can be a fag or whatever, it doesnât matter to me,â Chrisâs slight cringe said otherwise. âBut you canât just perv on my goods man.â
Felix nodded quickly, blushing furiously.
âBy the way, youâll need to stay in your room again tonight. Finally convinced this chick from stats to come over and âstudyâ. She doesnât know the only thing sheâll be studying is all 8 inches of my man meat.â
His straight roommate smirked cockily at his own joke, adjusting himself proudly. Felix tried his best not to sneak a look and obediently exited to his room. As soon as his door was shut, Felix gave his throbbing cock a tug, hoping Chrisâs study partner would be arriving soon.
My uncle, roommate- wait. No- fuck I don't know anymore I'm so confused. There used to be this person that Jace used to be. The day that changes began I thought I was going crazy- I woke up to him in the kitchen making breakfast. Instead of his usually short fat ugly self, he looked⌠normal. Something I hadn't been used to at all.
His hair was more filled in, neat, rather than the messy balding bird's nest it used to be. He talked calmly, his voice a bit lower than normal. That was just the beginning. Each day I woke up scared as he continued to morph into someone completely different, something completely different. Iâm not so bad looking myself, 6â2â, muscular, definitely my fathers child. But after a few days he was taller than me.
I woke up to the sound of weights in the garage. The clanking noise followed by deep grunting. The day before the garage just held his old dusty car and a few cobwebs, but opening the door I found a complete home gym. A bit janky, but very good for a home gym. As he stood up my eyes trailed down his shirtless sweaty body. Jace looked completely different, he was my age now, about 20 years old. His shoulders broad and muscular, leading down to a narrow waist adorned with an eight pack of abs. A small dusting of hair leading downwards into his tight gym shorts.Â
âYou gotta learn to stop staring budâ he huffed out, smiling.
That damn fucking smirk was dangerous. His chiseled face had gained dimples in the past day, making his perfect cocky smirk even more attractive. His wavy hair flopped down as he adjusted his packageâ the head of his huge dick straining against those lucky pair of shorts. Stretched to its limit, what I would give to be in its position.Â
âNot that I mind muchâ he continued, winking as he went back to working out.Â
Jace was a completely different person at this point, and my memories seem to be faltering. I more just remember how I felt about his changes, how conflicted I felt at the beginning. We started texting when we weren't together at home. When we were apart I wanted to be by him constantly, I felt so needy. Like I couldn't breathe without him. Now It's been about a month since he started changing, and he knows that he can get me to do anything he wants. Who could say no to that face?
I have to admit it, using the Chronivac to turn my super patriotic brazilian friend into a hot argentinian hunk right before the world cup is one of the funnier things iâve done. I even turned on the awareness settings just so he can be mad about it and curse in spanish while he sucks my dick. Well, that he thinks is normal, I canât have him being aware of all my changes. Anyways, have fun cheering for Messi, hermanito!
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