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[ethan-sinfulrs]

[bigwishes]

Dylan looks delicious! I’d love to call dibs!

Of course, and with the blink of an eye you find yourself as Dylan taking a mirror selfie.

"HOW GREAT" you think to yourself, a big muscled stud with a great bulge, surely his wish will make you even better looking, even bigger, even greater.

You suddenly feel as your new 7inch member twitches and comes to life, bouncing almost like it was pleasuring itself. An incredible sensation washes out from your pelvis making you feel lighter than air and you watch as your new dick grows, 8 inches, 9inches, 10inches, with each surge of pleasure you watch as it gets bigger, thicker until it can barely hold its own weight. You swear this thing hangs down to you knee. You let out a moan as it unloads the biggest load you've ever seen all over the floor of your new bathroom, and again and again.

You watch as it doesn't end, a constant wave of pleasure washing over you and releasing. You are so over taken that you have to sit down on the edge of the bath. It is so powerful almost too much, but you couldn't stop it even if you tried. You fall back into the bathtub moaning feeling your muscles as your body autopilots. As you rub your muscles you feel them, become fuller, more plump. Almost soft.

You are too engrossed in pleasure to even realise what is happening to you.

FWOOOMP***

You feel the space in the bathtub become tighter, but you are in too much pleasure to notice what has become of you.

Grown into a big beefy bear, you can hardly even stand up. You are constantly trapped in permanent never ending pleasure as your dick continues to squirt load after load endlessly.

Before you made the swap Dylan had spent the past 16 days in a row working 12 hour shifts, he just wanted a break and made a simple wish "To get bigger and experience incredible joy and pleasure", once he figured out what was going to happen to him he wanted out, but I'm sure you'll be fine in his place.

[forbiddenarcanum]

Viral Sensation ImaginaryAustin: See It to Believe It

A story commissioned by @Syntholcub A YouTube makeup star on the rise takes a risk–and pays dearly for the consequences… Or maybe it’s more like he’s rewarded. Watch the videos and judge for yourself. M/M, gradual tf, brainwashing, MC, silicone body mods, jockification, himbofication, braindrain, Master/slave, and more.

If you would like your own story like this, please look at the commission info on my blog! <3

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[breedertfs-deactivated20240831]

Aroma Trauma

(Story requested by @harvzilla — FTM / wish gone wrong)

Kelsey loved her boyfriend — big man on campus, football star, all through high school and now into college, he had always been her dream man. But as far as the jock’s hygiene was concerned, his musk left… something to be desired, to put it nicely. At first, she would laugh off his constant fart jocks as “boy humor,” cleaning up his dirty laundry to try and deal with the stale scent of sweat, but now years into their relationship he has already managed to make their apartment reek of a locker room.

The cruel thing is, Kelsey’s wish was entirely innocent. Picking up his litter from around his makeshift pigsty, grimacing as she does so, the least she wanted was for him to start wearing deodorant. “I wish he smelled better.” Only moments after those words left her lips, she felt herself stop in place, a weird energy thrumming through her before, against her will, she breathes in deep and long — until his masculine scent is all she can smell, burning her nostrils, a heady musk causing her head to lull to the side, passing out.

When she comes to, however long later, she is shocked to see her boyfriend lying alone in their bed, with a stained and reeking sock-encased foot shoved right in front of her face.

“Listen, man. Let’s not waste time. I’m only letting you do this shit because you begged and because you’re paying, but my girl is going to be here in a few hours and I don’t want her seeing your pathetic ass.”

Kelsey was aghast, hurt and confused, she opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t control her words; “I am pathetic, Sir. Please tell me how pathetic I am. Please let me smell you.” The voice exiting her mouth was low and desperate, clearly a man’s voice with a deep vocal fry. She lifted a hand to touch her face, still feeling the contours of her feminine visage, glancing down to see her bare boobs on display and a man’s jockstrap around her waist, stained yellow and frayed. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders, a damp and sweaty ball cap atop her head. None of these cheap, stinky clothes belong to her!

“You’re a pathetic, perverted freak. Willing to pay $300 just to sniff another man’s foot. Do you really need me to tell you just how worthless you are?” Her boyfriend wriggled his toes cruelly, rippling the fabric of his sock, sending wafts of his musk towards Kelsey’s still inhaling nose. She felt as overheated as she did afraid — scratching at her itching chest, feeling the wiry curls of dark hair sprouting there, her breasts sinking back into her flesh and firming into pecs. Her hips began to narrow, a moist, filthy heat sparking up in her crotch just beneath the jockstrap. When she reaches out a hand to grip her boyfriend’s foot for stability, it is a thick and veiny paw, a swath of dark hair creeping up her bulking forearm.

Her hips rock in place, grinding against the floor, a low whimper and groan leaving her mouth as a thick, uncut member begins to stretch out of her slit, going from limp to so hard it feels like it might burst, bobbing up and down within its sweaty fabric prison. She can feel mustache hairs tickling her upper lip, the heaviness of her hair creeping back up into her scalp, curls of wet hair itching in her armpits. She smells as tank as he does, as if all she does is roll around in filth and never washes it away. “Please, babe. I’m your girlfriend—“

“I’m not into that RP shit. You’re paying me to sniff: so fucking sniff, dude.”

A chain with a lock manifesting around her neck, tattoos and body hair swirling across her skin to finish the job — when her boyfriend speaks those words, all that is left sitting in her place is a scruffy man with a splotch of cut already leaking through his jockstrap, his hands greedily clutching to his former boyfriend’s feet; now just a musky, straight stranger he was willing to give half his paycheck to. Kevin loves nothing more than a man who will let his natural aroma prosper. Even now, he can tee the drool trickling out of his mouth, the desperate horny heat overwhelming his thoughts and rationality.

He hears a whiny, girly voice crying and screaming, somewhere behind his own mind, but he doesn’t know what the fuck she’s on about. Who in their right mind doesn’t want to be beneath the feet of a superior man? He goes right to work, tongue straight to the sock, sucking and licking and sniffing, torturing poor Kelsey still trapped in her new mental prison. “I am worthless, sir. Thank you so much for letting me smell you. I want to worship you forever.”

The other man just scoffs, pulling off his sock and spreading his toes out against Kevin’s sweat-covered face. “You fucking wish, man.”

After finishing the session, on his way out after being curtly instructed to get the fuck out, Kevin can’t help but to notice a very familiar, rank musk — shit. Kelsey forgot all about her boyfriend’s dad staying with them. He was just as filthy as his own son. Kelsey honestly just wanted to get out of here and cry, but Kevin was on a mission.

He presses open the door to see the hottest thing ever.

“Hey, boy. I heard my son was about to miss out on having a permanent pig slave — how about you let this daddy show you how a real master treats his boy?”

Kevin was still just as hungry, still just as desperate, and so ready to please. This house was full of his favorite smell!

[fredwkong]

Virgo Season: Rod

Rod finally closed the door to his hotel room behind him, and took a moment to lean against it, letting out a long sigh.

The first few days at the Astra had already been grueling. Even with the mysterious disappearance of Pastor Blanco’s son the night before the conference had begun, the man had refused to slow the pace of the event. Outside the conference hall, between lectures, discussions, and short sermons, Rod had seen the pastor talking rapidly on the phone, presumably with law enforcement or his family, still trying to find his son.

Rod wasn’t too bothered about whatever drama had played out with Shane Blanco. Bad things happened to people who sinned, and Rod was no sinner, so he was definitely safe. Ever since being invited to Pastor Blanco’s conference, Rod had been thanking God for the opportunity to attend such a prestigious event. It was some of the best affirmation he’d received so far that his weekly podcast about political developments on the right was moving in the Right Direction, just like its title.

However, Rod hadn’t been fully prepared for the punishing pace at which things happened at Adam Blanco’s events. He’d been shocked to see a schedule stretching across two different months, and was grateful in retrospect that he’d only been able to get a week off of his regular job—business administration—to attend the first few days. Clearly, Pastor Blanco had filled every second of the month he was at the Astra.

Still, being around so many powerful people Rod admired was… exciting. Rod had done a whole episode about one of the regional politicians he’d sat next to at breakfast today, and yesterday he’d attended a talk by an influential TV host he’d watched for years. All of these men were powerful, mature, and worthy of Rod’s admiration.

The thought of one day joining the upper echelons of these influential men got Rod hard.

Of course, as a good Christian, Rod was used to pushing down sinful desire. For a red-blooded straight man like him, it had become second nature by thirty to bite back the things he wanted to say to the women around him. He kept those things to his revolving carousel of short-term girlfriends. But something about the Astra Hotel seemed to be bringing it all to the forefront of his mind. It was like there was some energy drifting through the halls, an electricity connecting man to man in some way that brought Rod’s dick to life.

Not that there was anything gay about it! It was just the power, the influence that some of these men had. They could do anything they wanted without consequence. What could be hotter?

To distract himself from the boner slowly growing in his suit pants, Rod started organising his hotel room. He was over halfway through his stay at the Astra, and his stuff had spread from his suitcase throughout the room. He picked up socks off the carpeted floor, found a pair of boxers behind the bedside table, and tidied up his toiletries in the bathroom. Still, he stayed insistently horny.

Finally, Rod ended up on all fours, looking through the pile of dirty business clothes he’d been putting on the floor of the closet. Yeah, some of his girlfriends called him a slob, but what was the point of neatly folding up shit he was gonna get drycleaned anyway? Well, fitting it back in a suitcase, for one. Grumpily, Rod started to sort and fold the dirty clothes.

He picked up a button up shirt and was suddenly assaulted by an overwhelming stench. The smell of stale sweat and body odour filled the air as Rod uncovered… something at the bottom of the closet. It wasn’t his, and he was sure it hadn’t been there when he’d thrown this shirt down on the closet floor.

His first instinct was to recoil and call the front desk. Someone must have snuck into his room and left this… thing here. But just as he was about to stand up and hurry away, he took a second breath. It wasn’t like this was that urgent, he thought. He was perfectly capable of tossing this in the garbage and getting it taken out by housekeeping later. He leaned back into the closet.

The scent became thicker, enough to make Rod’s eyes water. The thing on the floor of his closet was throwing off a scent like a high school locker room, rich, tangy, and masculine. It was enough to make Rod’s eyes water, and brought to mind things he thought he had left behind. Careful to breathe through his mouth, he grabbed it with two fingertips and lifted.

What emerged from the closet was an incomprehensible pile of straps, rings, and buckles, all crisp with male sweat. Looking at it, Rod had the sudden mental image of a man bound up in straps, like some of those queers at their filthy parades. Bare muscles, accented with tight black and red polyester and nothing else.

Why did that thought get him even harder?

It was the masculinity, Rod decided. He’d been thinking about being a powerful, mature, influential man like the others at the conference. That was virtuous power. This was a temptation of its sinful equivalent, a masculinity only of the body, while the mind became feminised by gayness. Rather than do good, masculine things like… like sit in boardrooms and wear suits, the man who’d sweat in this had been doing sinful activities like showing off his body and having athletic, sweaty sex with other masculine, musky men…

Rod’s cock was straining against his fly.

The straps were so close to his face. He had moved them without fully noticing. They were everywhere around him, filling his awareness with the scent of a real man.

With a moan, Rod undid his belt and popped the button on his pants. He would punish himself for this tomorrow, just like he had when he had touched himself as a teenager. Repressed memories of smelling his own armpits after gym class, of imagining the smell of the people around him, rushed to the forefront of Rod’s mind as his cock fell out of his boxers.

Since his sexual awakening, Rod had been fascinated by scents, though he had never admitted it to himself. Now, it was all flooding out as he groaned, collapsing backwards onto the hotel bed with the slutty strappy outfit on his face. He needed to consume more of its unwashed man-smell.

As soon as the fabric touched the skin of his face, it came to life. First, a strap slung itself around the back of Rod’s head, binding the mass to his nose and mouth. Caught up in his imagination of being held down in the unwashed armpit of a real, powerful man, Rod didn’t notice as more straps began to stretch down his neck and across his body.

Wherever the straps touched the fabric of Rod’s shirt, the shirt evaporated with a sizzle, letting off the scent of acrid sweat and leaving Rod’s skin tight, hairless, and slick with sweat as the straps wrapped around his shoulders and down his arms. Slowly at first, and then with greater speed as Rod stroked himself faster, panting, the rest of his shirt also dissolved, revealing his soft torso. In spite of constantly yelling at his podcast's fans to get in the gym and become battle-ready men, Rod hadn’t so much as walked to the grocery store in months.

With each strap that wrapped around his torso, they pulled tighter, drawing a groan from Rod’s throat. As they continued to tighten, fat and muscle redistributed under the pressure, and Rod’s pecs, shoulders, and arms pumped larger and thicker as his waist slimmed down. With less of a mass of straps to hold to his face as they spread across his body, Rod brought his free hand down to feel up his new muscles, tweaking sensitive, pale nipples. Meanwhile, whatever was over his face started to thicken and solidify, covering Rod’s mouth and nose like a mask, making him huff it harder, getting a thicker, richer scent from the sturdier, more porous material.

When the first strap shot around Rod’s ass and between his legs to cup his balls, his only reaction was to obligingly spread his legs. As his ass rounded out beneath him, the straps around his waist joined and thickened, becoming a waistband that pinched his remaining body fat just right, making his ass look juicy and squeezable. O-rings carried the straps down his thighs, dissolving his suit pants with a hiss, and giving Rod thicker thighs than any straight man had a right to.

As his cock got even harder and began to leak onto his slutty new outfit, Rod all but welcomed the magic into his mind. He didn’t have much of a choice, as the air he breathed in passed through the magic-infused mask that stank just like Rod wanted. Sweat stood out on his forehead as Rod’s former interests and sexuality dissolved. Audio editing, reading reactionary news sites, trolling on Twitter, picking up church girls, all boiled off by the acrid stench of sweat and musk.

His old self filled his body with heat, expelled through overproductive sweat glands in Rod’s armpits and crotch that spread his growing musk into the air. His sense of “himself,” as an individuated person, began to dissolve. He knew that other people saw a “him,” a “person” with the name “Rod,” but “Rod” felt less and less like “him.” In place of an individual, there was a cock, a hole, an unwashed, sexy body, ready to show off and follow orders. For legal reasons, this cock, hole, body had a name, pronouns, and paperwork, but those were external to its central purpose: pleasure.

All it wanted to do now was indulge in its core desires for sweat and musk, cum as many times as possible, and have a stronger, better man do all the thinking.

At the thought, its cock, now a separate entity not bound to itself, came, shooting so hard that cum got in its eye. With each shot, more of the belongings that had been “Rod’s” transformed. In the place of fancy loafers were a pair of musky sneakers. In the place of suits and shirts, different variations on its straps and mask, or spike-studded leather pants and jackets. No more laptop, just a video camera for shooting scenes where it strapped gross, musky sneakers around its face for online fans.

It immediately passed out.

When it woke up, the sky was dark outside the window. The crotch of its outfit had closed, shielding its straining cock for now. It rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom, switching on the light.

Pale, beautiful, shining muscles stretched under the polyester straps that lifted and accented every single curve of its body. With its buzzcut combined with the mask covering its face below the eyes, it was impossible to single out defining features of its face, just as things should be. It had no individual identity except as a cock, hole, and a sexy, musky body. Someday, a manlier, hairier, muskier man would probably enslave it and give it a designation, but until then it went by its former designation for convenience.

“Hi, I’m Rod,” it said, muffled through the mask, the name strange on its tongue.

Tonight, it would need to leave the Astra Hotel to find a partner willing to let it smell his superior musk, but it somehow had a feeling that it should come back to the Astra soon. There was a taste of potential in the air, deeper than the musk. After all, it had been transformed into something so much better, so much freer, and all it could wish was for the other attendees at the conference to find the same freedom.

Click here to see all of Virgo Season.

If you feel inspired, write a story set at the Astra Hotel and post it @ me to join in. Help me celebrate my birthday by turning more conference attendees into geared up gay kinksters.

[jerkingnerds2jock]

What Costume?!

On the night of Hallows Eve, it is a witches duty to cut the strings of reality free and bind those she anoints to the powers that be. When Samantha Disdra was making her plans she had a lot in mind but thought what better way to consort the ancient powers then to do it with friends in revelry. It was the perfect night to gather them all together, all that excess joy and anxious energy would fuel the ritual and would create a space that let reality meet fiction. Where fairy tales, comic books and horror movies would grasp the mortal mind and let their vessels feel nothing but euphoria. For one night and one night only (unless some idiots stepped outside the spells range) her and her friends would let the masks take over and id run free.

She made sure that the ritual wasn’t permanent and set aside all of her tasks in the mundane world to prepare for this. Inviting all of her friends from college, her boring but nice co-workers and her boyfriend the stage was set, she just had to make sure Thomas bought everything on the list and wore their matching costumes, a cheerleader and a quarterback. A perfect easy way to ensure they would enjoy their night together and let loose, as long as they both wore the costumes.

A night of merriment, fun and raunchy sex couldn’t hurt anyone and it would all feel like a fever dream and less like a magical orgy.

Skylar______Pov

Listen when I say this, it's not that I just don’t care about Halloween, I mean I used to love it when I was a kid sure but now I'm like twenty six and am trying to get my shit together. Some of my friends would joke around and call me the dad of the group because of how I save, or handle things in a serious manner, or even with how I dressed in khakis, cargo shorts or new balance shoes. Basically saying shit like I was frugal or that I needed to lighten up but who could they actually rely on to drive them home after parties? Me and I wouldn’t even be petty and tell them off, just get them to the door and be on my way.

So I didn't really go for a costume when I was invited to my friend Samantha’s party. I knew she was really into the season and her vibe screamed Halloween but I was way more into just hanging out. So hopefully no one would put up a fuss or I could at least hang out with her pretty average boyfriend Thomas who was like a younger me, twenty going on twenty one who loved to party but also just wasn’t into any theme. We had known each other for over a year since they started dating and in that time I had really found a bro. 

So he was my saving grace in this, I would maybe drink a little. See about hooking up with someone and if all else fails uber home and watch some horror film. It was going to be a good night no matter how it went and I was just going to go with the flow and get some time to let loose with my friends. Hey if there were no problems at all maybe next year I might “TRY” to find a costume for this, yeah when pigs fly.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my polo was crisp, a light blue that I loved and was loose enough for me to be comfortable. My cargo shorts while old were perfect for keeping my phone, keys, wallet and a few other things through the night necessities on me  (like aspirin). My long white socks and new balances finished the fit off perfectly, sure I’d get called a dad again but it was better to just go with it instead of fighting it. Hell, I'll bring a pair of sunglasses with me so that if I need to I can pop my collar and put those on and just say I’m “Cool Dad” or something.

Thomas____ Pov

God Samantha was going to be such a bitch tonight. She had given me basically an entire laundry list of things to do, to help her prepare for her party but my god some of this shit was so random. I mean it was bad enough that she bought me some dumbass football costume but then I had to go to a butcher shop in 2025 for some specific goat meat and then some weird spice and incense place. Mind you that is after shopping around eight different grocery stores, what was I to this woman some fucking butler. It drove me up a fucking wall being treated like a servant and less like a partner, just because I was younger and still in college didn’t mean I was just some stupid frat boy.

Hell I didn’t even work out that much to be a frat boy or a dumb jock and I definitely wasn’t wearing some awful jock costume at the behest of my girlfriend. Lets not sell myself short, I may not workout much, and I focus more on school but I was still attractive. Slim build with some tone, I had a decent chest and a stomach people worked their asses off to achieve (thank god for 20 year old metabolism). My girl also always complimented my ass, sure it gave me the wrong type of attention normally when I DID decide to dress in tighter clothes it would always show.  Hell Sam called it a bubble butt, she also was kind of a big fan of my dick, heh god we had so much fun.

 I walked through the door, my head held high and biting my tongue. There was a lot I was willing to do but I was not going to get in a fight with her on her favorite holiday. Moving through fake cobwebs, hanging ghosts and walking past coffins and fake skeletons I found my way into the kitchen. Sam was in the dining room, her back turned to me as she looked over a comically sized cauldron basically meditating.

“Hey babe, i got the things you asked for?” I was a little worried, curious too but mostly worried, what was she into? She was wearing that cheerleader fit, my god she was hot. Kind of made the crazy worth it the way that the spandex hugged and accentuated her curves. Her hair a beautiful blonde tied up in a high pony, and going back to those curves- that skirt was so small and perfect I couldn’t wait to lift it up tonight an-

“Oh, perfect just in time you have like 30 minutes to get ready, you can leave that there and I’ll finish up!” She says not even looking behind her to see me, just chipper and happy with getting what she wants. I drop the stuff, and walk out. Sure, I’ll be ready but I was not going to dress up, especially without even a proper hello or greeting for getting her what she wants. 

“Okay see ya then babe!” I walk up the stairs changing into my business casual clothes, a polo and shorts. Sure Sam would be pissed but I would make it up to her later and that's something I could promise.

_________________________________ Skylar

The entire block was busy, covered in cars and halloween decorations, if there was one thing Samantha was good at, it was throwing a party. I remembered meeting her the first time at the office like five years ago and she was the life of the party at every function she put together. It was like magic and damn was she a fucking smoke show. Like don’t get me wrong Bro code is everything but sometimes I wonder about what it would have been like if I could have just gotten a piece of that. Sure her boyfriend treated her well but I know I’d just ruin her.

I’m glad she invited me, I know we didn’t always get along at the beginning, her first party I had gotten a bit more than just my normal drunk and made a pass at not just her but all the women at the office. To be fair, I was just fresh out of university and didn’t really know the corporate landscape. Now I’m a much wiser guy five years later and me and her get along great. 

If I thought the street was packed, the front lawn was insane, multiple people drinking and hanging out in costumes. So many different types of superheroes, i mean I know everyone loved the MCU. There were plenty of captain americas, Spidermans and winter soldiers, even that new sentry guy, i just didn’t think I would see nearly as many supermans and wonderwomans. Hen there were all the slashers and horror movie villains. A good variety this year, and nothing really shocked me except for maybe the fact that some of these guys on the lawn were dressed just as slutty as some of the girls. Not used to that heh.

Pushing through the crowd and past the giant spider and gravestone decorations I made my way inside. Everything was covered in scary and aesthetically pleasing decorations, furniture draped with seasonal throws, snack platters themed around candy and walls lined with different spooky halloween scenes. It was like a halloween wonderland and I almost felt like a kid again, sure I wasn’t all that into the whole holiday anymore but this was amazing. AND SO WERE THE WOMEN. My god the amount of baes dressed in basically lingerie I couldn’t help but gawk at first, there was this one nurse that i couldn’t stop staring at her chest until she said something.

“You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” Damn she had some bark, and it snapped me back into reality and reality was still surrounded by babes. Some of whom had heard the nurse and gave me a look and others who were getting too drunk to care. I’m glad the girl pointed out that my chest was showing off in this polo, I really did want to show off the gains from the gym, especially if I wanted to pick up some ass tonight.

I had to make sure I got an early start with everything, Sam made it very clear that the real event would start pretty soon after the initial start of the party and that I wouldn’t want to miss a single moment. She also said to “make sure I had my costume on right and didnt get confused”, again fuck doing some of this bullshit but this part seemed serious. I really hated cryptid bullshit but she was a party queen and anything she was doing would be fantastic

I ran into a few different women, each hotter than the last, some with boyfriends and some freshly single and very open to flirting and most of them said about the same thing unprompted, which was “what were you supposed to be?” and then without me even being able to answer “Oh your probably “Dad” right that's such a dad fit” I guess I was right that they would make comments. Just didn’t expect it to be in mass, it only was a problem right before I finally found my Bro when this smoking chick walked up to me.She was dressed up like this angel, wearing a white lingerie corset and some skimpy shorts. Her wings were tiny and halo just a simple plastic circle painted to gold. She looked slutty and just my type.

“Hey, what are you drinking there?” I try to just act casual, eyes focused on her, she had so much makeup on it was impossible to ignore. 

“Oh just whatever is in the punch bowl, it's like totally jungle juice!” She's vapid, probably already drunk. Her drink sloshing around in its red solo cup as she looks at me. My eyes are trying hard to stare at hers and not her tits. I want to keep this conversation going it be a guaranteed fuck later I kept telling myself.

“So what are you? My sexy guardian angel?” God this was so cringey, I hated this part of picking up girls at parties. It was always hard to think of a good pickup line that would actually get me what I wanted. She makes a face but passes it off I think

“Heh, Like I don’t think that's what the package said when I like bought it” She twirls her hair, taking a sip of her drink, okay i made it awkward fuck. The room was starting to feel heavy, like the air was slowly taking on this weight, or maybe presence. The music in the background began to quiet and this dull, intrusive thump of a heart beat began to peak through, the walls looked like they were moving and swelling, the decorations becoming abstract. I swear I saw the lights in the room flicker and the floor shake, but it's like I couldn’t outwardly react, my body refusing to register this insane event transpiring.

“Well maybe we can look at a different pa-” before I can finish my Bro Thomas walks in putting his hand on my shoulder. I feel this thrum in my body, like my own heart matching the beating walls and sounds, the angel girls eyes looking between the two of us. Words whispering in the air, brushing against my ear and forcing them into my head. A small pulse slowly echoing through my body.

“Aye bro so glad I’m not alone in this!” I immediately feel him give me a bro side hug patting my back. He was dressed in something similar to me, a light blue polo and tan shorts. 

“Ofcourse man you know i’m not one to..” Before I can finish the angel bimbo interrupts me.

“Omg that's so cute you guys did like a duo costume as father and son!!” she audibly eeks this, and for a second I’m filled with this sense of dread. That pulse from before gets bigger, heavier, the words others have said earlier whisper louder, clearer. “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?”  My chest starts to feel heavy as the heart beat gets louder and the pulse settles in my chest the words “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!”. My eyes are circling the room, I see other people in the room look around confused, some lost in a daze/trance.

“Its a kind of weird COUPLES COSTUME to be father and son but whatever floats your boat!” the angel's eyes sparkle as she says it, her halo starting to glow brightly. Her words come out more certain and self assured. Those words hang heavy as she says them, both me and Thomas sputter out some sort of response, saying that they were straight. That we’re not dressed as father and son but it falls on deaf ears or maybe the beating is getting too loud.

“Father- Son - Father Son- Father SON, FATHER SON!” Dissonant voices whisper in my ear, my eyes squinting as it repeats over and over again. I look over at Thomas and I feel that same PULSE from earlier reaches out and extends to him. Wrapping around him, tying us together with a knot, my stomach flipping, blood pumping through my body as my breath gets more erratic. 

“Couples Costume, Couples Costume, COUPLES COSTUME!” The voices start overlapping again, that magical knot strengthens, the blood pumping in my body starts moving lower, that warm pulse echoes and I feel my cock start growing, my balls churning.

That warmth gets hotter as my chest rises but refuses to fall getting bulkier, my shirt stretching as pillowey pecs forming strain the fabric of my polo. My nipples harden and bulge, becoming more sensitive as 

“No listen babe, I was totally ooogling your tits, I am not into Thomas or any dudes massive pecs or hungry bubble butts and long cocks… What the fuc-” The last words spill out of my mouth without my control the girl just laughs. Thomas looks scared, his body freezing up, his own breath hitchiung and my eyes can help but travel down to his shorts, landing right on his bulge as it slowly distends the fabric, pushing further out as he gets harder and harder.

Words echoing louder and louder from before “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?” God it was getting so hot in here, so hot and I was getting so horny I tried to focus on any of the women in here, all in different stages of transformation as they suffer the same as we do. My eyes finally landed back onto the bimbo, now basically an angel and l can’t help but wonder and maybe worry what happens to me next, eyes drifting to her tits for one last glance. “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” My chest is getting heavier, hair piling onto it all of a sudden as shivers go up and down my spine. Images of a Life I have never had start trying to bombard me.

“Uhuh, I’m sure that's true DADDY, you and your son have fun being perverted sinners in public!” Her words echo and blast into me joining the chorus, her wings look larger and her halo glows as she begins to float away. The other people at the party convulse, and grab their heads, some of their costumes like masks and skin tight muscle suits begin to sink into flesh, becoming impossible to remove, moans and groans echo the halls as the beating walls continue to beat faster and faster.

“Bro, Bro, whats going on bro, I can’t can’t…FUCK..Bro..DA..Bro my my cock!” Thomas’ hands move up and down his body feeling himself. His skin shifted,  his forearms toning as his biceps bulging.

“Dude..Fuck, your so..so..ho..Dude I thin..I think people are becomin..becoming fkkk… becoming their costumes dude!” I say through gritted teeth, I feel my arms grow heavy as they gently caress my growing pecs. I see hair start growing up and down my arms in smatterings, skin aging as it reconstructs. Muscle packing on as my shoulders broaden and biceps become boulders. My neck widens, Adam's apple expanding rapidly as my voice deepens and moans. Why did I keep looking like Tom-Thomas like that

The people at the party are going crazy, their transformations happening rapidly. I watch in fascination as a guy dressed up as Nightwing with a rainbow chest symbol instead of his normal blue, with an obvious butt pad throws his head back. His body filling out to perfectly fit the suit, his chest these perfect mounds, with strong shoulders. His waist trims perfectly, and his bulge rapidly grows to fill out his pouch. His cock and balls pushed obscenely against the fabric. He’s wailing in moans of pleasure as his thighs thicken into perfect thunder thighs and his calves carve into diamond.  I watch the obvious stiffs pads this man had probably put in the back of his suit begin to sink into his flesh, the padding rippling and jiggling as it becomes flesh-like. The last thing to change is his face, his jawline getting sharper and lips poutiers. His hair goes from curly blonde to slick black. Becoming what looked clearly like a porn parody of nightwing as he groped his new fat jiggly ass.

“Fuc..My … Dadd.. but we dont..Fuck.. ASS.. we don’t have a costume Bro, like clearly we don’t, neither of us fucks with the holiday like that!” Thomas screams, his mind fighting off the changes as his shorts inseam shrinks smaller and his shirt gets tiger. His pecs pushing it further, my mind drifts to us in some garage gym, me over him, domineering in just some basketball shorts as he does some bench presses. My eyes roaming his body as he drips sweat, his face looking up at me in lust.

“Fucks, no we..we don’t boy..Fuck bro but everyone says we do.” My once average trim build explodes as a muscle gut forms on my stomach pushing my shirt even farther, my back muscles tensing and growing, My legs are next becoming tree trunks, my shorts barely keeping up as my ass and erection push the seams to their limits. My ass was like two globes and my cock went from an above average six inches to a fucking monster ten inches. Fuck I.. Fuck I am so horny and my boy, no my bro is right there, still fighting it.

No that wouldn’t do, no I needed my Br… Boy, fuck no this wasn’t me, I’m not his Dad, I’m not his father, I’m Skylar, I work in a shitty ass company to- PROVIDE FOR MY BOY- fuck no, I’m Skylar and I work for me..Me and my boy to have a good life. Yeah I’m Tommy’s Daddy and I couldn’t wait to…to.. We need to fix this. Looking at Tommy’s struggling face and slowly inflating muscles I couldn’t help but lick my lips or I could give in. I could give into this fucked up fantasy and have my way with my son, my boy, my TOMMY. I could let this magical energy thrum through me and age me further, what was I now thirty-nine, no I was forty-three. Fuck and Tommy looked like he was just entering college fuck my son was so hot and he was only going to get hotter.

___________Thomas- Soon to be Tommy

The party was getting insane, people were literally losing themselves to their costumes. I had tried to find Sam earlier, talk with her and tell her I was upset about how I was being treated but I just couldn’t, not with the crowd moving around the way it was. I just had to mingle and drink my feelings until I found my da- BRO I mean my Bro and that chick called us father and son, and a couple?! Oh my god it was almost as insane as the magic transformations and shit. But watching Da- Dad- im trying to think hjis name but DADDY keeps burning my brain instead. 

Looking over at him as energy pulses through the both of us I can’t stop my eyes from widening. A look of insanity and pleasure plastering itself on his slowly aging face as his sin becomes slightly weathered. Wrinkles crossing his face, facial hair sprouting around his lips and stronger chin, and his hair taking on a salt and pepper look. My bro was looking like some dude in his forties instead of a twenty-six year old. Not to mention how his thickening neck led to broader shoulders, massive arms and a pillowey set of pecs I couldnt wait to moto- Fuck no I do not want to motor boat this man tits.

No this wasn’t happening, I would not let it change me. That weird litany of voices and thumping of a distant but loud heart beat kept echoing as a warm pulse kept battering against my mind. Trying to change me, who I am like it was changing DADDY, no he’s not. Fuck if I keep thinking of him the more it changes him in my mind to be daddy I need it to not. I felt the thrum of power through my mind and down my body anchoring me further to… da..him. His gaze turned to me, corrupted, insane and horny beyond comprehension.

“Boy, it seems like you're fighting the truth right now!” The way he says that feels bone chilling, his body moving closer to me as he stands tall and firm. His body heat radiating off of him as he gets so fucking close to me his mouth is right next to my ear. 

“Br.. Bro..DAD..what are you, what are you doing dAddy?” My voice catches in my throat, pitching up as words tumble out. I can’t stop this, my voice is cracking and getting higher than it was in puberty, I was sounding like SUCH A TWINK oh my god. Whats a fucking twink?!

“Just getting close to my son, don't you love me boy, don't you love your DADDY?!” The words ring in the air with the beating heart of the walls. The room is spinning and I feel each syllable latch onto me, burrowing into my skin, through my muscles, up my bones and into my mind. Breaking the barriers down. I grit my teeth.

I feel his hands reach out and slowly, gently caress my body, my torso trembling as his hands glides under my shirt and  around my body like a knife cutting through butter. That warm pulse expands where his hands go, the hair that laid there coiled and brown evaporates as if they were nothing. I hear him moan.

“No,. no Daddy stop..no this isn’t right..I’m not..not your boy, we..we were bros..Sk..DADDY please remember!” I almost get his name out, I can feel it, i’m gonna win, I think I can fight this stupid magic bullshit, I can take my life back. But trying to say his name IMMEDIATELY increases the intensity of whatever is going on, the thrumming power surging through the house focuses on me, I feel the rest of my body from the nose down become completely hairless, my skin softening and smoothing.

“No Boy, you don’t want me to stip do you, you want this, you want daddy, Daddy is good for you, Daddy knows best, if you want to be good you’ll listen to daddy, good boys LISTEN to DADDY don’t they? I think they do I think every good boy LOVES to listen to their DADDY and your the best GOOD BOY their is!” His hands started kneading my flesh, his words whispered directly into my ear as they battered my mind. My eyes tightened, trying to fight against this outside force. But as his hands moved, they moved lower till they slowly reached the top of my ass, his hands diving into my shorts, pulling them down with force as they SQUEEZED each cheek for every word he emphasized.

Magic pulsing through me as he focused on my ass, my body couldn’t help but arch my back, small moans leaping from my lips begging for more as I feel a PULSE rush through my body. My cheeks felt like balloons filling with air, fat and muscle growing my once average ass into jiggling mounds. My ass fatter and better then any of those basic bitches on instagram….. Wait, what the fuck was that thought, I don’t think like this, i don’t talk like that. Like some vapid, dumb stupid whore. I feel the front of my shorts strain as the waistband that was hanging onto the bottom of my cheeks gets fully distended.

“No..No Daddy, Daddy I don't, i dont want to be.. BE YOUR GOOD BOY!” I try and fight it, but as I do he rears his hand back and spanks my left cheek. My ass IMMEDIATELY rippling as sparks of pleasure rake through my body, eyes rolling back as words force themselves out of my mouth. My lips tingling and plumping mouth salivating as images of DADDY flood my mind. Him in different states of undress, his massive, delicious, leaking cock hanging over my face. His hairy chest being worshipped by my mouth, lips and tongue. His beautiful belly resting against my back as he rails me.

These aren’t real. I know they aren’t real, but it feels real. It feels good. Hours spent in the gym with daddy to hone my physique. I feel his hands leave my ass and drift up my back and around my chest. His fingers playing and manipulating my nipples. Like he was tuning the magic changing me for his pleasure. Making me in his image as any good daddy should. I was so lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. I felt my nipples grow, expand, becoming harder than diamond and one of my most sensitive spots.

Mass piling on my chest until they became perfect muscular peaks. Pillowey pecs that sat perfectly across my growing broad shoulders. He keeps playing with my muscle titties and I feel My waist tapered inward, making my giant ass and perky muscle tits look like such a hot fucking hourglass figure. I mean the way my Daddy’s hands just perfectly wrap around my trim waist and power fucks me. If I wasn’t close to cumming before I definitely was now. I feel abs cobble themselves together across my torso, my thighs becoming perfectly thick from the runs Dad makes me do and my calves like carved diamonds from soccer. My balls are churning so much cum as my cock leaks at just the thought of Daddy and being a good boy for Daddy, that's all I want to do, is be a good boy for him. That's all I could be was a GOOD BOY… No, find some fight Tommy…Tho..TOMMY..No my name's TOMMY.

I can’t let this happen. I didn’t know if this was permanent but I was losing my name, my mind, everything was reeling as I felt my father play with me. He’s not my..Fuck daddy was so good at tweaking my nipples, he was always so handsy when he drank. No, I had to get out, I couldn't stay. But wouldn’t it be so hot to unzip dad’s pants and let him rail me in front of everyone at this party? Daddy was so hot when he’d fuck me anywhere and everywhere, taking me however he wanted, his hand trailing down my back to my ass, his fingers parting my cheeks searching for my hole. I bit my lip as he did just that.

“You want it so bad, we made this ass in the gym for me TO FUCK. For me to USE. You exist and LIVE! For my pleasure. Fuck your such a hot fuck toy. Love thes fuckin tits, these muscles, your never leaving me are you boy?” His fingers were pressing against my hole, god they were so thick, so long, they felt good the pressure felt good he was teasing it. Tracing around it.

I felt the thumping heart get faster, the walls closing in, the echoing magic racing through my body and mind.Washing everything that didn't matter away, it was all garbage. My life, my sexuality, none of it mattered, only Daddy did.I hadn’t even thought of that cheerleader bitch since I got around Daddy, why would I, I was the gayest himbo you’d ever meet at my university and I only had eyes for one man and as he pushed gently against my hole, my eyes rolling and mouth moaning like a mad man I KNEW i was near the edge, my cock was so hard, begging for release, his finger inching in me, getting closer to my prostate I know I wouldn’t be back. But I didn't care. 

One hand fingering me, the other wrapped round my tits I started begging, not for it to stop, but for more. His finger thrusting in and out slowly, my naturally lubed up, wet hole letting it slide in and out getting a little deeper each time. But he refused to push my button to hit my prostate. He had an evil grin on his face, my moans weren’t enough. The primordial magic building further and further getting to a point it would erase EVERYTHING and he wanted me to say, for me to willingly give it up and I WAS READY TO.

“Fuck, Daddy please fuck me, please fuck me I need it. I need you, I need you in me. Please, please, please rail me, I need you Daddy. I wanna be your good boy, your cum slut, for you to fuck me monday to sunday however you want. Please I need you, USE ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DADDY!” My voice ringing through the halls, the magic completing as Daddy pulls his finger out and presses his cock against my hole, not even teasing my rack, hotdogging his dick between my thick cheeks. He was desperate just like me.

“Anything for my BOY!” And he thrusts in and EVERYTHING GOES WHITE. His thick ten inch monster obliterates me in every sense as I cum everything out. Firing load after load as the head of his cock pushes past my prostate and deeper then anything else ever would go. My body tensed and hole becoming a vice grip immediately trying to milk his cock. His moans were glorious as I let out a silent wail of pleasure. There was no such thing as pain with DADDY, there never would be. The feeling of his pubes against my ass was like nirvana being this full.

His hands on my waist as he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, moaning and groaning. “Fuck your perfect boy, your my perfect, amazing.,” He thrusts again going faster, my eyes going white as his words sunk into me, his hands holding my waist just so right. I could feel one of them move up to hold my shoulder, the other letting go and spanking my ass. Getting faster as his breath gets more ragged “Slutty, hot, sexy boy. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you. I love you I love you I love you!”

“I love you Daddy, fuck you fuck me perfect, i love your body, your cock, your mind. Daddy please never stop fucking me!” I'm thrusting back to meet his thrust, my ass jiggling every time as they bounce back and forth. I can only imagine how hat daddy found that. The weight of his stomach fully falling on me, his pecs against my back and shoulders as he uses all his strength to fuck me how I deserve. He’s not talking anymore, he’s just moaning and grunting as he loses himself to pleasure. He isn’t the only one, everyone at this party is doing the same, falling to base carnal needs and desperation I had never seen before.

I know Daddy’s close I can feel it, he’s right on the edge and I am again. Daddy always made me cum so much from my useless cock. Fuck I need it I need it so bad I need dad to breed me.

“Please, Daddy, DADDY please Breed me Daddy, I need it, fuck it deep in me, i want to always feel you like this!!” my words echoing breaking into his mind like a command, that tether from earlier that connected us tying deeper as he gives in, whispering in my ear about how much of a dirty slut I was, how he would love to breed me forever and make me his cum slut. 

I was begging for us to cum together to have that epic release as father and son and he grunted deeply, agreeing, our balls tightening as everything started to get fuzzy and blurry around the edges, my life with Daddy solidifying further as he came deep into me, thrusting more and more getting it deeper with each load making me fire off my own. It was a solid five minutes of orgasming before we stopped, before he pulled out of me and stood up. Looking at me bent over a couch filled to the brim with his cum and looking at him with those pleading eyes like the horny slut I was. I couldn’t get enough of him and he just smiled.

Picking up our clothes and putting in a bag he had he put it around his arms before picking me up bridal style. Carrying me out of the house. Past the threshold of the magic and into the outside world. Where the spell would become irreversible. Our lives and reality soldifiying as Daddy took me home.

I loved my Daddy.

_____________________________________ Samantha epilogue.

I woke up to a trashed housed at five am. And all I could think was FUCK MY LIFE. ofcourse my useless boyfriend ended up not wearing the costume I picked out for him, but worse he was nowhere to be found and his room in the townhouse we shared WAS GONE. Not just his stuff his entire room. Like there was never another person living here.

To make it worse I felt like SHIT i don’t know how cheerleaders do it, All i know is im tired, exhausted, halloween was a success but I was single and pretty sure more then a few people left the damn threshhold and were out fucking up the barrier between reality and fiction out there. Oh well something to remember for next halloween!

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As he continued to admire himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but think about how big and sexy his gut was. It continued to grow as he stared, growing bigger, flabbier, rounder. Some part of him said he wasn’t supposed to be this fat or manly, but he didn’t listen, only wanting to show off more of his big, sexy belly.

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[thefunkfactory]

Gooned Out Guys

As he was toiling away at his desk, Blake was growing increasingly bored by the second, he had been working for hours and needed a break. Blake got up and headed out of his room to the bathroom in his apartment. Inside of the bathroom Blake saw that his roommate left his recently used gym clothes all over the floor, he finished using the bathroom and picked up the clothes to throw them back into his messy roommates room. Once that was done he went to the kitchen to make himself a snack but found that it was truly stocked like a stereotypical college apartment, no real food, just a lot of random ingredients like an old pack of salami, peanut butter, and some beer. Blake wasn’t in the mood to scrounge up a horrible tasting “meal” so he grabbed his things and walked out and down to the cafe a couple blocks away. As he left the apartment he thought to himself “I wonder when Eric will be back…he has been out a while”.

Getting back to the apartment with food in hand he unlocked the door and set his food down on the kitchen counter. He walked down the hall to his room and saw that the light underneath the bathroom door was on, “I guess Eric got back while I was out” Blake casually thought to himself as he walked past. Stepping into his own room for a second he put down his keys and wallet and searched around for his water bottle. Finally finding it under his bed after a minute or two of searching he walked back out to the kitchen to see Eric standing over his food shoveling it into his mouth. “HEY! Eric what the fuck man?!? I just bought that” Blake shouted, Eric taking a second to realize that someone had just spoken to him, looked up at where the voice came from and saw his roommate standing across the room with a pissed off look in his eyes. Blake grew even more pissed and a little confused when Eric looked up, his eyes were crossed as if he was a cartoon character and all Eric let out was a dumb, low chuckle. Blake walked towards Eric and pulled the food out of his hands and watched as Eric swallowed what he was chewing and let his tongue roll out of his mouth right after. “Dude…? Are you okay?” Eric said feeling more concerned that his normally quite talkative roomie was acting like he was too stupid to speak. “BBBBUUUU-uuurrrrppppp” Eric let out an eye watering belch right into Blake's face that smelt as if he hadn’t brushed his teeth in weeks. “DUDE WHAT THE *gags* WHAT THE FUCK?!?! THAT WAS DISGUSTING EVEN FOR YOU!!!” Blake howled at Eric.

Eric looked at Blake confused, almost as if he couldn’t understand why he didn’t find the repulsive burp absolutely hilarious. Blake waited for his roommate to say something but all he was met with was a slight change in Eric’s eyes. Eric realized why Blake didn’t find it funny, Blake must have had too much holding his brain down, Eric knew he had to help his roomie alleviate his intelligence, Eric grabbed Blake and pulled his face towards him. Blake, understandably freaking out, tried to push Eric away with all his might, but given that Eric was a football jock he had no chance at beating him in a game of brawn. Eric forced Blake into a kiss and he forced his slimey, saliva-covered tongue down his roommate's throat. Keeping Blake locked in the deep kiss until Blake’s frantic pounding on Eric’s chest began to weaken, Eric let Blake out of the suffocating kiss. Dazed and incredibly confused Blake wiped his mouth and looked at Eric wanting to yell but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Eric took off his pants in front of Blake and stood in just his socks and underwear, he reached forwards and with brute force, ripped Blake’s shirt right off of his body. Feeling as if nothing about this was wrong or odd at all Blake just sat there with a grin slowly growing on his face. Eric reached down and tried pulling off his roommates shorts but not being able to figure out how, he elected to just rip them off. Now the two 20 year old college students stood looking at each other one in a yellowing jockstrap and socks that were obvious to tell had seen better days as long as you have a semi-working nose and the other in boxer briefs and pristine socks.

Eric chuckled as he saw his roommate reach his hand down into his boxer briefs, he watched as Blake’s eyes opened wide for a second just to have his eyelids droop back down again as a static shock racked his brain when he grabbed his dick. Blake felt a bit funny once that happened but paid it no mind as he began to stroke up and down and up and down out of what felt like compulsion. As he did this Eric did the same, both boys growing increasingly hot and both boys immediately began to strip down even further. They stood in their small kitchen with hands being used as fleshlights and with nothing protecting their hot bodies from the elements. As Blake kept going he kept feeling his brain and thoughts grow lighter and lighter, something about that feeling made him feel so giggly, “Heheheh” Eric heard from Blake as he began to speed up. Eric was so envious—even if he couldn’t comprehend what envy was—of Blake, he was going through the Goon-ification process for the first time. Eric would say that “No one forgets the first time they gooned” but in reality most have rendered themselves too dumb to remember anything.

Blake felt as, with every caress of his schlong, his brain began to feel fuzzier and fuzzier, he knew something wasn’t right but it felt too good to do anything about. Eric let go of his own cock and removed Blake’s hand from his own, Eric then wrapped his hand around Blake’s and Blake began instinctively humping his hand. Blake’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth opened and his lips puckered. He was being turned into a gooner. That’s when he heard it… “Edge”, a voice which was not his own, was commanding him from inside of his own mind. Blake obliged and began edging himself with his roommates built in fucktoy. After that went on for a few minutes, the voice came back, “Goon”. Blake felt his eyes go completely back into his head and his tongue fell out of his mouth, letting his bad breath waft out, his arm went up above his head revealing his sweaty armpit. As Blake was gooning and edging for minutes on end, the voice returned one more time to issue a final command to Blake… “Cum”.

Blake spewed his brains out through his shaft right onto Eric’s abs and chest, he had been reduced to a gooner and there was no going back for his past self was now coating his roommate. The studious college boy that stood in the room 10 minutes ago was replaced with a greasy, smelly, gooning moron who could barely get through a picture book let alone a college level textbook.

[jspcel]

Free To Play

James was bored. He lives a fairly incomplete life, with few hobbies. Usually he invests his time into his studies, reasoning that any hobbies would just end up being a distraction for him. He only just moved to university, however, so he has no projects or work to be doing just yet. He's finished organising his new class schedule into his laptop's various softwares to ensure he is well prepared for the year ahead, but after looking through the google classrooms he's been newly added to to find them empty, he was stuck for things to do.

Most students newly at uni go out and socialise, but James is much more of a hermit. Though he can already hear drunken hollers from outside his window he just looks down on those responsible for being in such a state in the middle of the day.

James decides to download Steam on his laptop. He almost never plays video games, not out of dislike but judgement, believing them to be a leading cause of unproductiveness. He's never bought a video game on Steam but occasionally, when he truly has nothing better to do, will browse the free to play section for a shovelware game he can waste a couple hours in and never play again.

Usually free to play games have mixed reviews at best, but James is surprised to discover a free to play game trending in Steam marketplace. It has overwhelmingly positive reviews, despite its basic name and branding. It's just called "Life Simulator Game", and there are no screenshots of its gameplay or graphics or anything. The game's store page description explains that this game is free to play because it's in early development, and they want to use the data gathered from players to guide their future development. Though James is instinctively skeptical of most things he comes across in life, that rationale checks out to him. Plus, the reviews are excellent, so he decides to download it.

It doesn't take long to download, and soon James starts the game for the first time. As it does its first time installation, the game has several pop-ups. The first explains that in order to access the game, James needs to download an app with the QR code that appears. It states this is so they can receive the data of James' gameplay, using cellular networks to ensure the game still works without an internet connection. This leads James to quickly check the game's reputation on Reddit, but everyone on there swears it's not only safe but an awesome game, so he downloads the app before returning to the game.

The first task in the game is to create the avatar. The game has three ways to do this: random, character creator, or rigged character creator. An explainer opens in the game: The character creator takes the form of a quiz; the player can end the quiz at any time, and the answers to the quiz will change the avatar's stats in positive or negative ways. The rigged character creator acts the same way, but the player can select some general traits or character archetypes they want the quiz to ask them about. This gives them a little more control over its outcome, but also usually leads to more specialist character builds, since the questions cover fewer topics.

James decides to just go for the standard character creator, aiming to build a well-rounded character, at least for his first playthrough. The character creator begins, and seemingly asks some basic, foundational questions to begin with, though its effects can be a little strange.

You're chilling on a Sunday and have the day off. Do you: A) go to the gym and work out, B) play video games, or C) read a book?

James answers "read a book" immediately, and the game flashes up with a number of stat changes. Some make obvious sense, like intelligence and focus increasing, but James is also surprised to see his body fat percentage decrease. He also gains a point towards the "nerd" archetype, which James supposes is why the fat percentage decreased. He's a nerd in real life, but for a game like this he doesn't actually want to just play as a nerd, so he will bear that in mind for some of his future answers. The already intelligent and slender James doesn't notice that his answer changes him in real life to fit the answer.

2. What kind of hairstyle do you have: A) Short with crew cut, B) Medium-length shaggy, C) Long and greasy?

James isn't sure what a crew cut means, but he does want has avatar to have short hair, like he does in real life, so he chooses A. James expects this to send him down the nerd route further, but the stat changes actually involve boosts to his masculinity, confidence, and follower mentality. The phone in his pocket vibrates at a precise, imperceptible frequency, sending signals to his brain to reflect these stat changes.

3. Do you currently have any facial hair: A) Yes, a beard B) Yes, a moustache, C) No?

James answers no, and the game's only effect is decreasing his avatar's body and facial hair in the game. The dusting of a treasure trail on James' torso vanishes beneath his shirt, unknown to him.

4. When you're having a conversation with friends, do you: A) Dominate and lead the conversation, B) Contribute and actively participate, or C) Observe and mostly listen?

James answers C, observe and mostly listen, since he is a more withdrawn person in real life. This boosts the follower mentality attribute for a second time, while increasing his empathy. These personality changes are again instilled in his brain, but since the boosts aren't used by this game at all, James remains unaware.

5. How do you feel about authority: A) I hate it, B) I respect authority for my own benefit, C) Learning from authority is valuable?

James considers the options. A might result in his character being some kind of punk, and B might make them selfish, so he decides to choose option C, which most reflects his real world view anyway. This decreases his free thought and rebelliousness while increasing his curiosity and, for a third time, follower mentality. The game has a pop-up:

Trait Earned: Follower Mentality. For the rest of the character creator, you will be able to see how many other players chose each option. Furthermore, the least popular option will be disabled.

It surprises James that he is excited about this. The James that began playing this game sneered at most people around him, believing himself superior to them. James' new brain, however, is keen to learn how others answered the questions, thinking it may help him get a good result. He doesn't notice that this is a change in his personality, forgetting how judgemental he used to be.

6. How often do you brush your teeth: A) After every meal (5%), B) Once a day at night (35%), or C) When I remember or feel like it (60%)?

In real life James does brush his teeth after every meal, hygiene being important to him. However, with that option disabled, he's fine going for option B for his character. The game gives a slight reduction in his hygiene, but increases his desire for routine. The change in James' hygiene doesn't really happen in real life yet, instead manifesting as an attitude change, where taking care of hygiene feels like more effort than it did to James before.

7. When you're given a task, do you: A) Rush it and get it out of the way (10%), B) Start and work on it at a steady pace (4%), or C) Procastinate on it and do it last minute (86%)?

Despite the changes so far, James still hates lazy people who procrastinate. While he would usually answer B, he answers A as the second best thing. The game increases his decisiveness and efficiency, but a few negative stat changes happen, such as reducing his responsibility, care, and he takes a slight hit to his usual grades. Internally, James can feel himself becoming rasher and a little lazier. While he's far from dumb right now, his priority shifts away from being as based around education as it usually is.

8. How often do you exercise: A) Daily (36%), B) A couple times a week (31%), C) Never (33%)?

James' mind thinks back to the answer to that first question. He got a nerd attribute point, and if he answers never to this question he'll definitely get another one. He thinks that'd suck, who wants to play a video game as a nerd? Being unable to answer B, he decides to select A to ensure his character isn't too much of a nerd.

Upon selecting this option, the game's appearance changes slightly. It gets a little more colourful and begins playing music, while having more animations to keep James' attention focused on the game. A pop-up appears:

Trait Earned: Gym Focus. You care more about the gym than reading or numbers, so for the rest of the character creator you won't get to see how your answers change your stats. Your questions will become catered to your gym focus.

9. At the gym, your favourite exercise is: A) Lifting (88%), B) Cardio like running (4%), C) Bodyweight exercises (8%)?

James doesn't really know what bodyweight exercises are, and everyone else chose lifting. Lifting's weights and stuff, he knows that, so why not? James chooses option A. His head is feeling a bit strange, a bit slower than normal, maybe he's coming down with a cold or something. His whole body feels kinda warm, actually, so he must be getting sick. Before he can think about it too much, the game quickly gives him the next question.

10. What's your favourite music: A) Rock (25%), B) Rap (53%), C) Country (22%)?

James is definitely feel weird now, and the weird thing is he's not even sure. He's struggling to remember what music he used to listen to. Most people chose rap though, so he chooses rap too.

The game presents a new popup:

Congratulations, you have finished the character creator! Now it's time to play the game, James. Live a full day in this life to finish tailoring your character. You can do pretty much whatever you want, but the game will occasionally give you choices, and your answers to these choices will have a particularly high impact on your stats.

James grins, finally the character creator's over. He scratches his pec, thinking about whether he should continue playing right now. He's got nothing else to do this evening though. He just moved to university, but he doesn't know anyone here yet and doesn't know what the best places to go out are. So he can continue playing for now.

James clicks start, eager to get to the proper gameplay. He hasn't noticed any change in real life at all, but is impressed at how well the game's avatar matches him already. It's got exactly the same build as he worked hard for. He's a straight B student, retaining some of his intelligence thanks to his nerd attribute point. The changes to his personality are extensive but subtle for now.

The game assigns a world catered towards his character, particularly the Follower Mentality and Gym Focus traits. The game includes a vast number of different worlds, and assigns one to each player at the end of the character creator based on what it thinks the player would enjoy, though this can also mean that players get railroaded towards a certain path of transformation. The world features a mix of other players and NPCs, though this isn't stated anywhere and James assumes everyone here is an NPC for now.

The game loads and James wakes up in his bed. The flat he lives in is pretty unfurbished, only having essential gameplay items. He quickly follows his new instincts for his morning routine. Thanks to his answer in the character creator, showering or brushing his teeth doesn't cross his mind, so he heads straight to the kitchen. There are a variety of food options here, but he instinctively makes some chicken and a protein shake.

While consuming breakfast, James checks the in-game phone. The game presents him with a number of opportunities, but the one that captures his attention is the "gym" opportunity. James browses the gyms included in the game world. The gym he chooses to attend will impact his stats and the types of people he meets, but he only has access to one of them:

Elite Gym (unavailable: James is not upper class)

Budget Gym (unavailable: James is too muscular to benefit from this gym)

As Rocks Gym (available)

As Rocks Gym? James wonders what that name could hint at, but not for very long since it's the only option for him anyway. Plus, he looks up the address and discovers it's on his street. He finishes his breakfast and heads there right away.

James walks in and heads to the reception desk to sign up for the gym. He's greeted by the first NPC he's interacting with in this game. The NPC talks pretty slowly and has a vacant face, but James figures that's probably a limitation of the programming, and all the NPCs will be like that. He finishes signing up for the gym and is given a membership card. The card has a large number on it, which is currently 118. James assumes this is his membership number or something.

He heads deeper into the gym to start lifting. He' spends a while inside, before eventually being's quickly approached by another character. At first James assumes this is a NPC, but he receives a message on his screen.

Klingime3: yo, u new? u luk new. wana tour?

James14214573923: Oh, this is online? You're another player?

Klingime3: yh bro im a player. dis gyms awsum, cmon

James14214573923: Uh ok, yeah.

James begins following this other player. His avatar isn't a muscle god or anything, but he's wearing damp gym clothes so James assumes he's just finished a workout anyway. There's no option to see his stats or anything, though James can see some traits. The list of traits Klingime3 has is pretty long, he must have played this game a lot, but some highlights James spots from a quick look are "Sweat Waterfall", "Dropout Dumb", "Horned Up", "Sheep Herder", and "Gym Dedicated". This gives him a decent idea of who he's dealing with here. Since James' avatar matches his own personality so well, he figures the same is probably true for Klingime3, and the spelling would seem to support that theory.

James briefly hovers over himself and sees that his own traits are displayed. He's still only got the two of them, "Gym Mentality" and "Follower Mentality". He realises that that's probably how this Klingime guy knew he was new, because he didn't have many traits yet. He doesn't realise that the Herd Mentality trait is an advert for other players to influence his stats, though.

James14214573923: So thanks for showing me around. This was the only gym I could go to, the others were locked.

Klingime3: dose other gyms suck fr dw, dis got da best shit. like ere. luk.

Klingime3 stops in front of a bar.

Klingime3: dis dude makes drinks for us, deyre rly gud. u got cash yet?

James14214573923: Uh nah, not yet, I think. Unless you start with some. I just booted up the game and came here. What's special about a drink?

Klingime3: deyre jus good. ill get u my faves. da rocks shake is rly gud, it boosts happy stat and stuf. n it boosts mussel gains from da liftin we boutta do. ill get u dat.

James receives an item in his inventory. Klingime3 has given him a "As Rocks Shake", seemingly the speciality item for this gym, though other shakes are available. Still not understanding the wordplay at hand here, James quickly chugs it. It tastes really good, and somehow consuming it in the game makes him feel happy in real life too. His phone in his real life pocket vibrates, not only to administer the effects of the shake, but also to provide a small jolt of happiness that will make him want to buy that kind of shake again.

The NPC at the drinks stand offers James free drinks today, and he quickly buys another "As Rocks Shake" while browsing the menu for more variety. He figures he can consume them from his inventory whenever his hydration decreases from the gym session. The NPC says the free drinks can count for their loyalty scheme, and asks for James' gym membership card. He gives it to the NPC, noticing the number on it now says 108 for some reason.

Klingime3: u like it yh? u got rocks shake agen dats cool. u shud get da water too. n da hazer.

James looks curiously at the items available in the bar, just "water" doesn't seem to be available. He realises Klingime must mean the "Water(fall) Can". No stat changes are displayed, but James vaguely remembers waterfall being in one of Klingime's traits. James can't remember what it was though, for some reason his memory seems a bit worse than normal. He also takes his advice and gets the hazer.

James and Klingime3 spend a few hours in the gym together. James takes Klingime3's guidance on the best ways to lift, while Klingime3 keeps encouraging James to restock on drinks frequently. It doesn't take James much convincing though, he's still trying to manage his needs and for some reason he's constantly thirsty. Since drinking the Water(fall) Can he's been sweating a lot, which is making his thirst pretty extreme, but James doesn't realise it's the effect of that can. He's trying to pay attention to the game, but there's a lot going on and it's becoming pretty hard to follow.

James14214573923: i'm gettin hungry, there good places to eat round here?

Klingime3: da gym got gud food. ill show u.

Klingime3 takes James to small stand in the gym. It has a very limited menu, but Klingime3 immediately orders for James anyway.

Klingime3: i got us horndogs w da rocks sorce n da brainfries. deyre rly gud, ull like.

James shows his gym membership card to receive the food, the number on it now saying 88 for some reason. Klingime3 definitely seems like an expert in this game, so James happily follows his lead. Especially as James' brain slows down thanks to his activities here today, he doesn't have the capacity to question Klingime3's decisions much anymore. He happily chats to his new friend while eating the food.

As they finish their meal, James realises his sleep meter is almost empty.

James14214573923: damn bro my i gota sleep. how u do dat?

Klingime3: o yh so wen u sleep u cant play agen til tmrw irl. i got bufs cos i play alot so i can stay up lon but if u g2g u g2g, ill go urs n show u how to sleep n den c u tmrw on ere?

James14214573923: bet bro yh ill play tmrw lesgo mine now for sleep tho

James and Klingime head back to his in-game flat and Klingime shows James how to sleep. The game saves quickly, and then boots James out to the main menu. The phone in his pocket vibrates, the game's app has sent him a notification. James pulls it out to read it.

"First Day Complete! Thanks for playing a full day James, we've saved your data. It really helps us out. See you tomorrow! - Life Simulator Game"

James grins vacantly as he reads the notification. His dulled brain generates some basic thoughts in response, such as how awesome the game was and how awesome the Klingime3 guy was. He'll definitely play again tomorrow.

His mind struggles to come up with activities for him to do for the rest of his day until he can play the game again. As he itches his damp crotch to aid his thought, the effects of the horndog Klingime3 ordered for him in the game kick in, and he downloads another app that's never been on his phone before: Grindr.

[jerkingnerds2jock]

The man couldn't get soft until he fucked me. He actually couldn't fuck anybody else other then me. It all started when Kevin over here was spouting some bigotry online and happened to mention KOK and had some choice words about our members.

Now mind you I get that Frat life isn't for everyone. I also know we're not the only frat on campus he was targeting but to use bigotry as a vehicle for criticism, now that's just plain bullshit. So I did what any sane, bored, gay, normal frat president would. I sent him a gif of myself

What?! My ass is hot, undeniably so and I wanted to show it off and get some payback on Kevin at the same time. Readers as you know at this point, every little thing I do, I do with intent. Intent is a very powerful tool especially if the universe listens to you, so my intent to show him my hot ass, an ass everyone wants to fuck started to do work.

Kevin had opened my message out of curiosity and the want to insult me further. But seeing my bubble butt in all it's naked glory dazed him where he stood and burned its way through his eyes and into his brain where it would never leave. He had to shake his head to send his paragraph response and how little he thought of the cocksuckers on this campus!

To keep it short I just smiled and replied a simple "Kiss my ass".

It has been a week since then, and instead of monitoring every little change, or even checking my dms- as each day he blasted them a little bit more I sat my ass back and relaxed. The little spell I put out there had a fun little connection to keep me preoccupied while I waited for our fresh convert to be ready.

A simple spell that connected his mind and new obsession with his cock, and his cock to the sensations of my ass and nice, warm hole. A few of our pledges had told me that in classes he seemed easily distracted, or that he was white knuckling the tables in the food court and I couldn't help but laugh. Just some light flexing from my ass and I apparently was causing some serious mental disarray.

So when my vice president Thad told me he was here I wasn't shocked, I told him to send him up as I bent over the bed, my ass facing the door framed in one of KOK'S jockstraps labeled POWER BOTTOM. The jockstraps are a magnificent gift to give to someone to ensure your boytoy fits any and EVERY position you want, minor side effects included ;)!

Kevin barged through the room, not knocking or turning the door knob, cock bulging first through the door. He was furious, his face fuming as his pants came unbutton, his underwear barely containing his monster as a wet spot formed at the tip. "Whatever you did to me FAG...un..undo it to me NOW!" I looked over my shoulder, biting my lip as I wiggled my ass at him. Cheeks jiggling slightly as the jockstraps magic pulsed and made them bigger, rounder, more fuckable. "Undo what?" I ask, giggling dumbly, it felt like my brain was mush. God it was getting unbearable, My hole was so needy, I forgot that one of the side effects was insatiable hunger and stupidity while wearing it. I flexed my cheeks at him, winking my hole as I watched him groan. He thrusted his hips in the air causing a phantom ripple in my cheeks making me moan. "Whatever..whatever it is that makes me wan.. want to..to...just fucking un do it" he says his breath getting hotter as he takes a step forward. His head was cocked now, confused at why my cheeks rippled back.

I ignore the question, I needed him now, I backed my ass up "want to what? come on, you can say it DADDY !" I moan out as he takes a final step behind me.. "Not..not a fag, just.. just cant fuck..fuck my girl till..til I" His hands firmly plants Themselves on my ass, carressing and groping them. getting greedier and greedier. His cock getting harder till it rips through the fabric. "PLEASE SAY IT" I moan, causing him to lift up his hand and swat my right cheek before the words came barreling out of his mouth, a permanent cocky face replacing the confusion. "Till I fuck your slutty, perfect ass!" With a thrust it was over for Kevin, the bigoted, ladies man. His cock sheathing itself, all nine magically enhanced inches, into my self lubing hole. He became Kevin, a himbo who would be nothing but sweet, kind and dumb outside in the real world, and desperately horny to fuck my ass every chance the doors to our newly shared bedroom would close. who knows some day I may even give him this jockstrap I wore, or the DOMTOP one tucked away, more powerful then I cared to admit. To see what all those muscles could really do

[writer-ofstuff]

His costume for the Halloween party was a play on a dumb jock. His inspiration being his dorm mate. The nerdy guy mockingly acts the part. So when the curse fell over the party and people began changing into their costumes he was quick to submit to the spell. His lean body ached and pulsates as it expands with new bulk. Being a shorter guy he grows several inches taller than normal. His face was twisted in fear as he realized what was becoming of him. Stumbling through the crowd to try and escape. His face contorting as it became more defined and rugged. Itching as a new beard grows along his more chiseled jawline. He gets to the door and stops, his mind going blank for a moment before a lopsided smile spreads on his face. Flexing bis biceps as he comments how buff he is. Unaware of every being anything other than a dumb jock.

[misctf]

Can we please get a sequel to the upside-down tf posted last January? Would love to see how that virus going around swapped another innocent guy with his cock, making him a dumb horny bro

"Rich, seriously you need to go home." Rich sighed, meeting the worried eye of his coworker Anna, "All the other guys stayed home… as they were told." She continued to lecture him, "Don't you know…"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard the news reports. But do you actually believe all that stuff? I mean, I get that it sounds nasty, but c'mon." Rich smiled, trying to mask his discomfort, "I'm a healthy guy in my prime. What are the odds it would hit me?" He adjusted his watch strap. "Besides, even if I did catch it somehow, they'd figure out a cure quick, right? This is the 21st century after all."

"Rich, seriously. Haven't you seen the news?" Anna insisted, "And not just the news! What about Jake? You heard, right?" Rich nodded slowly- he thought it was just a rumor, "Then you know. How his girlfriend found him midway through the process and…" She shuddered, "Why would you even risk that? To end up as nothing but a…"

"Woah woah, hold up! Spare me the gory details, thanks." He chuckles, a growing sense of unease building. "I'm sure Jake is fine, right? I mean…." Jake was around his age, probably just as healthy as him- always down to go to the bar after work or join the company's softball team. Rich shuddered- when was the last time he was with Jake? Was it recent?

Anna looked away, "Jake didn't make it. By the time his girlfriend got him to the hospital, the inversion was complete. There wasn't anything they could do."

"Holy shit…" he muttered under his breath, "Okay, maybe this whole staying home thing does make some sense after all." He grabbed his bag, "But what about work? I mean…"

"You can take a break for just a little Rich." Anna said, "You're always working too hard anyway."

Rich sighed, "Fine… fine, okay…" He ran a hand through his hair, "Alright, I'm gonna jet. See you when all this blows over."

"Stay safe, Rich." She smiled and watched as he headed out.

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Rich rushed through the city streets, his polished shoes tapping against concrete with increasing urgency. As he walked, memories flashed through his mind—beers at the bar with Matt two nights ago, gym locker room chats with Luke earlier that week. Both of them seemed fine then… hadn't they? Matt had sent him a text yesterday afternoon, something about picking up a case of beer, but nothing since. Luke had been quieter too—their usual back-and-forth banter replaced by silence. A cold pit formed in Rich's stomach. If something happened to them… he pushed the thought away, breaking into a jog toward his apartment building.

The elevator ride felt endless. When the doors finally opened on his floor, he froze. His neighbor Tom was slumped against his own doorframe, breathing heavily. "Hey… Rich," he wheezed, "you lookin' pale man. I think... I need..."

Infected. Rich swallowed hard and rushed past him, quickly entering and slamming his apartment door shut. He sunk to the floor, breathing heavily- his back against the apartment door, chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Something felt… off. His stomach twisted uncomfortably, and there was an odd pressure building between his legs—not quite painful, but definitely strange.

"Just stress, just stress." He repeated to himself, "Nothing to worry about, I'm okay…"

His phone buzzed twice in rapid succession. Rich fished it from his pocket with unsteady fingers. Two notifications glared back at him—texts from both Matt and Luke. His thumb hovered over the screen before he forced himself to open them.

Matt's message came first: a selfie of a broad-shouldered jock flexing in the mirror, grinning wildly. The caption read: "Dude, check out my NEW DICK! Best upgrade EVER!!"

Luke followed immediately: another shirtless selfie, his bulge proudly displayed. "Who knew getting inverted would feel THIS good? LMAO!"

"HBU Richie?"

"Yeah bro, where you at?"

Rich's vision blurred. His stomach lurched violently, and he fell forward. The pressure between his legs intensified, spreading outward like fire.

"God it burns! Fuck!" Rich cried out, tearing his clothes away and throwing them aside, "So hot… Ice… I need ice!" He let out a moan and fell to his hands and knees, tears dripping down his cheeks, "Wh-what's… this isn't… No... Not me! I can't…" His eyes widened as he looked down at his hands, "God…"

They were changing shape, stretching and thickening. The skin becoming more weathered, coarse hairs sprouting along the backs of his hands.

"Wha…"

Rich stared in horror as his hands elongated… thickened. His fingers shrinking, becoming stubby. His palms forming dense callouses. He shook his head frantically, watching as his once smooth hands morphed into two thick, musky meaty feet. "This isn't happening… it can't be…"

Rich gagged violently, feeling something foul building up in his throat. He coughed, trying to clear it, but only managed to expel a glob of thick, salty fluid onto the floor. "What the fuck…?" He spat again, the taste making him retch.

As he knelt there, shaking, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Slowly, his gaze drifted downward. His arms were… shifting. The muscles rippling, thickening. Dark hairs sprouting along his forearms, spreading upwards towards his shoulders. His biceps and triceps ballooned, squeezing his head between the growing muscle.

"No… please no…" Rich whimpered, watching in terror as his arms lengthened, twisting and contorting. His elbows cracking and shifting into knees, wrists thickening into sturdy ankles.

Rich opened his mouth to scream, but only choked out another gag, more salty fluid oozing from his lips. He coughed and sputtered, moaning as his chest began to ripple and shift. His pecs flattened, stretching outward into a powerful set of abdominal muscles. Meanwhile, his faint six-pack consolidated, the individual abs merging together into a solid slab of rock-hard muscle, bulging outwards into a pair of thick, meaty pecs.

"Mmmphh… stop… stoppppp!" Rich tried to cry out, but the salty liquid kept pouring forth, filling his mouth and nose.

Rich's legs twitched and writhed, the muscles contracting and expanding. His calves stretched, thickening into powerful biceps. His quads rippled and merged, forming massive triceps. His shins elongated, becoming thick forearms. Even his feet shifted, toes curling inward and merging into thick, calloused hands.

A new voice, albeit soft, filled the air. "Hey there, lil dude. What's up with all the gagging, bro? You alright down there?"

Rich forced his eyes upward, struggling to focus through the haze of pain and panic. His gaze landed on a pair of thick, muscular thighs, covered in dark hair. Following them up, he saw a flat, toned stomach, rippling with every movement. His eyes traveled higher, taking in a broad, hairy chest and a smirking face with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes.

"You're looking a bit rough though, dude. You okay down there?"

Rich tried to respond, but his words came out slow and slurred. Salty fluid leaked from the corners of his mouth, which was becoming harder to move. "Mmph… mmmff.. stop… pl… pleasseee…"

His vision blurred as he watched strands of his once neatly styled hair fall away, drifting lazily to the floor. More salty liquid gushed forth, and he gagged again, feeling it fill his nasal passages. His mouth hung open, slack and unresponsive.

Suddenly, Rich felt a large, calloused hand wrap around his head and neck, gripping tightly. He gasped, trying to pull away, but the grip only tightened.

"Oh, don't worry, little buddy. I'll take care of you." The jock chuckled, giving Rich's head a firm pump. "You might not be the biggest dick in the world, but hey, size ain't everything, right? Know what I mean?"

Rich's eyes watered as he struggled to breathe, his face turning red. The jock's hand moved up and down, pumping him roughly. "Mmmm, yeah. Just relax and let me handle things, okay? I promise I know exactly how to use you right."

As the jock pumped Rich's head, he felt his facial features begin to shift and contort. His sharp jawline smoothed, his high cheekbones flattened. His lips became fixed in their new position- a vertical piss slit. Rich screamed inside as his nose and ears receded, sinking into his flesh. His entire head molding into a single, smooth surface – a bulbous cock head. His neck just a veiny shaft. And with a final pump, he felt the salty fluid surge through his entire form, erupting from his new mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah…." The new jock bellowed, falling backwards in utter bliss.

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Time lost all meaning for Rich. At first, he thought the actual transformation would be the worst part - the agony, the debasement. Going from a living, breathing person with dreams to a leaking fuckstick squeezed between two massive, muscular thighs. But as days turned into weeks, he realized he was wrong. Wrong because he remained aware. Awake. Sentient within his new form. Forced to endure as the new jock lived its life, indulging in whatever pleasures he could, over and over and over again. And Rich was along for the ride. Felt every pump, every thrust as the jock used him to plow through countless holes.

Now, Rich hung limp, twitching weakly as the jock stroked him idly, gazing at the TV. The anchor spoke gravely, "Despite ongoing efforts, researchers have made no progress in finding a cure for the Inversion Virus. Scientists now believe it may be impossible to reverse the effects."

"Hear that, little buddy?" The jock grinned, pumping Rich faster. "Yeah, you like the sound of that, don't ya?" Rich felt his body growing harder, salty fluid oozing from his mouth, "I think we ought to celebrate our new, permanent arrangement, right bro?"

[fredwkong]

Fucked Silly

You didn’t think much of what he’d said at first. He was just a Grindr hookup, and tops will say literally anything. The message didn’t even crack the top 5 weirdest things you’d been sent. But still:

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

It was so specific. Okay, maybe you looked like a bit of a dummy, with your sturdy muscles and habitual smile. But you were getting a doctorate! There was nothing silly about a PhD in Historiography.

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

You looked at the message one last time as you waited rang for him to unlock the door of his building. You rolled your eyes. Bullshit tops.

But as his fat cock penetrated your hole, you started to feel weird. Your thoughts started to slow down and drift away. “What’s… happening?” you groaned as he bottomed out.

“You’re getting fucked silly, like all the other guys I top,” the top told you, and shifted inside you. You felt his cock rub up against your prostate and some of your thoughts popped like shiny, glittery soap bubbles.

“Noooo,” you moaned, shocked at how slutty your voice sounded. “I don’t wanna be a silly boyyyy.” You were smart, right? You were getting a Historo— Histrio— His— a big degree!

“Yeah, you do,” said the top, starting to fuck you harder. “You wanna be a silly bottom boi with big juicy muscles.”

“I’m moooore than a joocy muscle boiiiii,” you moaned, caught between bliss and horror as your whole body lit up from the fucking. More and more of your thoughts, memories, and knowledge slipped out of your grasp and vanished as he kept on fucking. You tried to hold onto things like your high school math class and your favourite show, but they vanished so fast you forgot you’d ever known them.

You felt your brain getting lighter and lighter as everything inside it dissolved and went away. As the top’s rhythm broke down with approaching orgasm, you moaned wantonly and fucked back into him, desperate for stimulation as the last of your smarts vanished.

The top came, and the sensation of him filling you up with his cum ripped away everything that you had left. You spurted all over the bed with an empty-headed groan. The sight of all the globs of cum on the sheets suddenly struck you as hilarious, and you started to laugh. “Huhuhuhu…”

The top pulled out. “Another happy customer,” he said, patting you on your broad back.

You twerked back at him, feeling empty. You flipped over and grinned up at him. “I wanna go dancingggg,” you whined in your new dumb, slutty voice. “Let’s go partyyyyy.” You were just a dumb, airheaded himbo with bouncy muscles and a goofy personality.

You’d been fucked silly.

[transformhim]

Sweet Dreams

Chase was never one to stay over at people’s houses, but 11 beers and half a blunt left him with no other options.

It wasn’t even something he thought about at this point, he knew that he could go out and have all the fun he wanted to and that he would eventually find his way back to the comfort and privacy of his own bed. It wasn’t a matter of being anti-social, he just knew that he couldn’t control his dreams, and when he couldn’t control his dreams then… well, stuff happens.

This was the first house parties he went to since he moved away for college, and it was indeed a warm welcome to his new home away from home. Justin, a kind upperclassman that Chase had met during summer orientation, invited him as a welcoming gesture, though he had no idea what it would have in store for him. Liquor poured freely, weed was shared liberally, music was blasted loudly, it was a hell of a time. So much of a hell of a time, in fact, that Chase lost his senses at a certain point.

He was sitting on one of Justin’s couches when he passed out, and the party continued on without him. Justin passed by a few times to see the quiet freshman passed out his couch and just laughed shaking his head every time. Too much too quickly. It happens to everyone once the move away from home, he knew. As the party thinned out, folks started asking Justin if they should call Chase a ride home, but Justin said that Chase could crash on the couch where he was, he wasn’t hurting anyone.

The last of the attendees left and Justin was prepared to go straight to bed. He stopped by Chase and threw a blanket next him, assuming he’d wrap himself up in it during the night. He took one last look at the scrawny freshman and went to bed.

———

Chase’s dreams always went in weird directions. In this particular instance, he was thinking back to one of his childhood friends, Manollo (‘Manny’ for short). Manny had always been daring and fun, something Chase never really considered about himself but something he loved in Manny because it got him out of his shell. He was also always so cute to look at. He had the charming sunny appearance and demeanor his Polynesian ancestry gave him, but Chase had always imagined him bigger, better, thicker. If Manny could embrace the thick, muscular body type of his ancestors, he’d be irresistible.

In his dream, Chase and Manny were running around his childhood home’s backyard, chasing each other and laughing. They were full grown adults in this dream, each of them presumably home from their respective universities, but they were behaving with such a playful carelessness that Chase missed from his youth.

They eventually collapsed on the grass and laid next to each other, panting heavily. Chase looked over.

“I miss this! We need to come back from university more often.” Chase cooed.

“Way more often,” Manny concurred, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning over to look at Chase. “But we’re so busy! You’re going to class so often and I’m always in the gym!”

Chase looked over at Manny, “In the gym?” He asked, somewhat surprised Manny had never really been a gym-goer.

“Of course, dummy,” Manny playfully jabbed at Chase’s arm. “How else would I have gotten these?”

Manny sat up from his lying position and flexed a double bicep pose. In the span of seconds, his arms swelled from average, standard limbs to massive twisting pythons of muscle. He just kept grinning widely at Chase.

“Or these?” He crosses both arms in front of him and flexes, watching his shoulders bulge larger and rounder while his pecs balloon out thick and hard. His body stretched and broadened to accommodate his huge new physique as a six pack bulged out of his torso. He was growing muscular all over, but he was also maintaining that Polynesian thickness that Chase so loved.

“Oh wow! Am I making you hard, Chase?”

Chase could hardly answer in his dream, he was so captivated by his friend’s sudden growth. But in answer to Manny’s question: yes, Chase was rock hard. To make matters worse (or better), Chase was only just now noticing that Manny was completely nude, whereas before he had been covered from the waist down. Chase could see that Manny was sporting a hard 6 incher, something he had seen plenty of times before growing up with Manny. He kept excitedly changing his sitting position, but making sure his cock rubbed against the ground each time.

“Damn, dude, me too! I’m still growing down there. It just…” Manny slowly started deliberately rocking his hips against the ground where he was sitting. If he was innocently adjusting his sitting position before, he was now clearly dry humping the ground in a way that rubbed his cock against the soft grass, “…keeps getting…” he kept rocking back and forth with more fervor, squeezing his eyes closed and teasing his nipples, “…bigger!” his rocking intensified and his cock lengthened from its 6 inch length to an impressive 9 inch length while swelling considerably in thickness. His balls tumbled and swelled between his legs, giving him a massive sack to rest his new shaft on. His cock twitched a few more times, each time swelling more in thickness until he finally let out a shuddering sigh.

“Pretty big, right Chase?” Chase was frozen in place. “Feels even better than it did before, too! Golly, you should see how much cum I can fire out of this thing, Chase! You wanna see, Chase? You wanna feel it, Chase?”

Before waiting for an answer from Chase, Manny lifted him up from under his pits and carried him over on top of himself, as if Chase was a doll’s weight. Manny aligned his cock with Chases ass and lowered Chase onto it. Chase could feel the immense size and girth stretching him apart, but was numb to any pain.

“Wow Chase, your tight ass feels amazing! Mine is feeling pretty good, too! Feel it grow, Chase,” Manny gripped onto the backs of Chases hands with his own and guided them behind Manny, where Chase could feel Manny’s ass swell and lift him up higher off the ground with its dense musculature. Manny started bucking upwards, bouncing Chase up and down on his cock as his thighs began swelling larger, too. Manny brought his and Chase’s hands forward to feel his growing thighs, but Chase could no longer see his hands being guided by Manny’s. In fact, looking down he couldn’t see his own smaller erect cock, but Manny’s swollen monster sliding in and out of its foreskin over and over again, staring him in the face. It was as though Chase had been absorbed into Manny as they worshipped his growing body.

“Damn, look at our legs Chase! We could crush a watermelon between these thighs! And our calves…” Manny kept ogling at his growing body while Chase could feel himself and Manny nearing completion

Wait…

Wait.

This was all to good for Chase, this was obviously a dream. Oh shit…

Upon realizing that he was dreaming, Chase started panicking, trying to wake himself up and hoping to god that he wasn’t anywhere too public.

“Gotta go, Chase? Awww,” Manny panted as he continued pleasuring himself and swelling ever larger on the ground. “I didn’t even get to show you how much we can cum now!”

Manny’s voice was beginning to fade as Chase slipped back into consciousness. Shit, this was about to be a mess…

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In the van that was parked down an empty alleyway, Joshua shuffled through the packages that were in the back, shaking some to try to guess what was inside of them. The cocky stud had caught wind that he was set to get fired soon because someone had snitched on him for stealing some of the packages that he was supposed to deliver. He had been, but they hadn’t had any real proof. He’d just claimed that some of them must’ve been swiped by porch pirates and left it at that.

He grabbed a rectangular box and gave it a good shake, liking the way something heavy inside of it banged against the cardboard.

“Jackpot!” the twenty-four year old, ex-football player smirked. Based on the weight, he figured that it was probably some bluetooth speaker or some other expensive piece of machinery. If he could use it, then he’d take it home. If not, then he’d turn around and pawn it for a few bucks.

The stud ripped the box open and shifted through the packing peanuts blindly until his hand brushed against something that felt like it was made of rubber. Cocking his eyebrow, the stud wrapped his fingers around the object, noting how his they were unable to meet due to its girth. He yanked the object out of the box, bursting into hysterics at the large dildo that he held in his hand.

“Fuckin’ queers,” he guffawed, tossing the kinky object to the floor of the van. The dildo must’ve been over a foot long and was about as wide as a beer can, making Joshua shake his head as he imagined what kind of freak would be able to take such a big thing.

Joshua went back to shifting through the boxes when he felt an odd sensation from his backside. It was as if he could feel his uniform shorts growing tighter by the second. The rear of them seemed to press tightly against his ass, making him cock his eyebrow.

“What the hell?” he asked himself as he looked over this broad shoulder.

He gasped in horror as he saw what looked like his ass shuddering and inflating. Both of his previously normally-sized cheeks had seemed to round and pull away from his back. They strained against his shorts as they grew, making the fabric groaned as it struggled to contain the globes.

The stud grabbed at his massive ass in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on?!” he shouted as he felt his hands get pushed away as his bubblebutt continued to expand.

RIIIPP!

Joshua’s eyes bulged out of his skull as the loud ripping noise echoed out in the back of the van and there was cool gust of air brushing against his now-bare ass cheeks. His ass continued to inflate so much that the back of his briefs started to get swallowed into the deep crevice, looking more like a thong. He stumbled on his feet as his weight was thrown off, and the hunk’s stomach dropped when he felt the unfamiliar jiggling rippling from behind him with every movement.

The bottom-heavy stud panicked and his heart raced in his chest. In his panicked stupor, he knocked over the opened box that had contained the large dildo. A card fell out of the packing peanuts, and it landed just right for him to be able to read what it said in large, red letters: TO STOP GROWTH, USE DILDO

It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. As impossible as it sounded, Joshua knew that he’d somehow fell victim to some kinky curse that had caused his ass to inflate simply by touching the obscene sex toy. The cocky stud had never even thought about being penetrated before, but if it could fix whatever the hell was happening to him, he’d give it try.

He waddled over to the discarded dildo and set it upright on the floor of the van. Thanks to his massive cheeks shredding his shorts, he didn’t need to take them off. Instead, he tugged his underwear out of his crack and positioned his still-growing ass so that it hovered over the dildo. He took a deep breath to pump himself up, and started to plunge the large cock inside of himself.

“OOOhhh!” Joshua moaned loudly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His giant ass magically took in the extra-large dildo as if he were a regular pro. There was no pain or discomfort as the stud worked the dildo deep inside of himself. Having something up his large ass was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. No amount of fucking chicks or getting blowjobs could compare to the fireworks shooting throughout his body as he took in the dildo.

The stud winced when his cheeks hit the floor, meaning that he’d taken in the entirety of the large dildo. His hard cock pressed against the front of his shorts, but it was quickly forgotten when the stud grabbed a strong hold of the base of the dildo and began to toy with it. He howled and wiggled his hips, feeling his inflated cheeks jiggling as he pumped the fake cock in and out of his bubblebutt. His hips bucked like a wild animal and he couldn’t see straight as he played with his giant ass, thankful that the doors to the van were closed and no one could see him.

“Uunnghh!” Joshua spasmed as his untouched cock sprayed his load. A cold wave brushed over his toned body and the stud let go of the dildo, shuddering as the heavy object slipped out of his hole and fell back to the floor of the van with a loud thud. There was an uneasy feeling of emptiness, but it passed as the stud started to come back to his senses.

His heart fell as he realized that he’d just fucked himself silly with a dildo— and he’d loved it. His hole still tingled with want and he could feel himself getting hard all over again at the prospect of doing it once more.

Joshua took a deep breath and took a step towards the door, wincing at the jiggling he still felt. The hunk looked back at his ass and felt the blood drain from his face. His ass was obscenely large. It looked like he had over-inflated beachballs attached to his back, and they jutted out from his lower back at a near ninety degree angle, looking like a shelf. Worse was that his shorts couldn’t cover them and his cheeks presented themselves through the tattered remains of his clothes for all to see.

The stud whimpered as he envisioned himself walking throughout the rest of his days, towing this massive ass behind him, looking like a complete gay freak. However, his eyes caught sight of the dildo that rested on the floor by his feet, and he felt his cock start to twitch to life again, and he unconsciously flexed his inflated asscheeks.

“Fuck it,” Joshua moaned as he grabbed the dildo and started round two.

– – – –

This was a request. If you have a picture of a stud you’d like me to TF, then message me or send me an Ask!

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Mile After Mile

Allen was anxious. The last few months had been tough, his old career falling through, trouble finding jobs, people turning him away left and right. He’d decided to turn to long distance trucking as a last-ditch effort to still make something of his life, but it required a hefty investment. Namely, the massive semi-truck he was about to purchase off a trucking veteran he’d met online. The man was claiming to give him a great deal, even though it was still the majority of the cash he had left. 

The sun beat down on Allen as he stood in their agreed on meeting spot, a desolate parking lot at the edge of town. Sweat dripped down his neck as he waited, impatient but with no other options. Finally, after what felt like ages, he felt the pavement rumble as a truck tractor turned into the lot, belching black smoke out the top. It pulled up next to him, absolutely dwarfing Allen next to the bright red paint job, only slightly tarnished. The door flew open and the man he’d only spoken to before online climbed down to the ground. He was a hulking man, a full head taller than Allen and at least 250 pounds, though who knows with how much muscle he appeared to be packing. He had on dirty jeans and a stained wife beater, exposing the forest of hair on his sweat-soaked chest, as well as his shoulders that had their own impressive coat. The man had a thick goatee and wore sunglasses under his trucker hat, hiding the fact that he was sizing up Allen.

“So, Allen, is it? Good to meet ya,” the man stuck out his hand. Allen reached out to shake it, his own hand swallowed up by the size of the trucker’s. “I know she looks a little dinged up but she’s served me well, she’ll get any job done if ya take care of her right.” The man laughed, his gruff voice carrying across the empty lot as he turned to face the tractor.

Allen scrambled to pull out his wallet. “Here’s, uh, what we agreed on,” he said while handing the wad of cash over.

“Ah, good. You know, for what this girl’ll do to ya I should be chargin’ double. Consider it a gesture from one generation to the next.” The man laughed at himself again.

“For what she’ll do to me? Shouldn’t it be what she’ll do for me?” Allen puzzled in his head, before being brought back to the present by a hearty slap on his back.

“Good luck out there Allen,” the man said before dropping the keys into Allen’s hand. He turned and started walking back towards town, his thick shoulder hair glowing in the afternoon sun. 

About two weeks later, Allen was getting ready to take off on his first job. It was a long one to start off, going from Houston all the way up to Boise, and would take the whole week to do. He’d adjusted the cab to remind him a little less of the man he’d bought it from, though despite his best efforts there was a lingering stench of sweat. He’d also been finding that man’s shed body hairs every so often as he cleaned or rearranged things as an ever present reminder. Regardless, this was his life now and it was go time. Allen made sure the trailer was attached properly, threw in the destination to his gps, and released the brakes. The truck jolted as it came to life, smoke billowing from the exhaust as he rolled out of the warehouse lot, making his way towards the interstate. 

He’d gone through enough training to get his CDL, but Allen was still apprehensive driving this huge truck alongside thousands of other cars. His hands were white-knuckled gripping the wheel as he cruised up I-45. Some of the other truckers on the road were encouraging over the radio as they found out he was new, but most just chatted between themselves. Allen cranked the AC after noticing that the entire back of his shirt was soaked. Stress sweat, he thought to himself, Or maybe just the Texas sun. 

The first day, thankfully, was uneventful. His body released hours of pent up tension as he pulled into a rest stop in Amarillo, and after eating a quick dinner he was out like a rock. The space to sleep in his cab was actually fairly roomy, but Allen just could not find a comfortable position. He tossed and turned for hours, waking up drenched in sweat. He stripped off his soaked shirt before trying one more time to rest on the now damp bed. His eyes closed, the only thing his mind drifted to was the burly man whose truck he now slept in. His lingering scent intoxicating, Allen’s mind remembered vividly his thickly stubbled jaw, the dark swirls of hair on his chest, even the scent of stale B.O. mixed with deodorant that poured out of the cabin when he’d arrived. His words echoed in the dream, “for what this girl’ll do to ya.”

The alarm blared sharply at seven on the dot. Allen jolted straight up, banging his head on the low ceiling above. “Damn,” he cursed, remembering that ceiling being higher up when he went to bed. He rolled out of bed, rubbing the bump on his head, not noticing the pool of sweat he’d left behind. The rest of the morning was a blur, and before he knew it he was pulling back onto the highway, feeling the road beneath the wheels fly by. He noticed about an hour into the drive that he needed to adjust the mirrors. Odd, since he’d checked them the day before, but he didn’t think much of it. What he did notice is that he felt less stressed. He was gripping the wheel less tightly, he sat a little more relaxed, and he was more comfortable maneuvering the truck around. Not an expert, but a little better than it had been. 

He paused midday for a quick lunch before continuing on, the endless plains and farms rolling by seemingly forever. Between the dull scenery and the afternoon sun starting to blaze into the cabin, Allen’s eyes began to glaze over as minutes stretched into hours of monotony. He saw the odometer climb ten, fifty, a hundred miles. As the miles continued to pass, he felt a twinge of pain in his hand. Startled, he adjusted his grip and thought nothing more of it. Moments later, it hit again. Allen looked down at his hands, eyes widening as he saw them start to shift, to grow larger. His knuckles grew larger and spread apart as his hands swelled, fingers growing longer and calloused, his grip tightening with a grunt slipping out of his mouth. Unknowingly, his cock twitched as he watched a thick black hair push out of the back of his hand. Another dark hair followed it, with more soon after. They spread quickly, with hairs popping up across the backs of his hands, climbing up his fingers, and carpeting his wrists as they too grew in size. The dark shadow slowly crept up his forearms, his light dusting of hair being swallowed up by the growing forest of darker, denser, thicker hairs.

Allen’s breath quickened as he came to his senses. What the hell was happening? He must’ve been seeing things after staring at the road for so long, he thought to himself, rubbing his eyes to try and clear them. But in doing that he could feel the thick hairs on his hand rub against his face, erasing any doubt. Stress was rising; what was he supposed to do? He was barreling down the highway in the middle of nowhere, with a deadline hanging over his head to boot. Those thoughts were cut short when the itch he’d been feeling in his hands returned on his face. Allen had never been able to grow more than some patchy scruff, barely more than peach fuzz, but as he looked in the rear view mirror he could see his jaw darken a shade. His upper lip bristled as stubble pushed out, growing slowly and filling out towards the edge of his lips. Dense hair blossomed around his chin, completing his own goatee before stretching outwards, claiming his jaw under the tight beard that was forming. Though the hair grew dense as it filled in, it stayed short, a thick stubble holding tight to his face.

Allen’s eyes darted between the mirror and the road, speechless at what he could see of his own reflection. Just finish the drive and then you can figure something out, he told himself. As he continued down the road he could occasionally feel the prickles of new hair still popping up on his arms and face, the rate of spread having slowed down but not stopped entirely. Mile after mile, he could tell that the stubble was beginning to creep down his neck. Mile after mile, the bristling of new hairs never quite ceased. The sun began to creep lower in the sky, and after too long of being left with his own thoughts given the situation, the radio crackled to life.

“Breaker, breaker. Got a hell of a wreck northbound, about five miles out. Down to one lane, be careful out there.” The voice cautioned.

“Copy that, thanks for the heads up,” Allen responded, his voice sounding lower than he was used to. Caught off guard by his own words, the familiar sensation returned once again. Beneath his shirt, wispy hairs had started to pop out from around his nipples, at first thin and delicate, but quickly growing darker and thicker. The center of his chest felt it next, with dark hairs sprouting in the slight divot between his unremarkable pecs. The hair stayed close to his skin as it spread, swirling out along the surface of his chest. The patch growing from the center of his chest blended with those emanating from his nipples, forming a full coat that continued to claim more territory. It slowly spread outwards, climbing up towards his collarbone and inching south from his chest as Allen finished up the drive for the day. He pulled off into the rest stop for the night, feeling the prickling from beneath his sweaty t-shirt as hairs started to get caught on the fabric. 

Allen parked the truck and flung open the door, racing to the rest stop bathroom. He stood in front of the dirty mirror, flushed and out of breath, staring at a face that he could only partially recognize as his own. In a panic he pulled off his shirt, exposing his now furry chest to the dim lighting. He was in disbelief. How could something like this even happen? He ran a hand through the hair covering his chest, feeling the wiry strands between his fingers. It felt unnatural, but at the same time it felt good. Really good. Allen’s cock chubbed up slightly in his pants as he continued to rub his hand in circles on his chest. He was caught up in feeling himself when the door to the restroom flew open, another burly trucker walking in. Allen froze. What would this guy think of him standing there, half naked, having some sort of semi-masturbatory moment? The trucker looked up and down at him, eyes lingering for just a moment on his chest, before snorting.

“Give it a few days kid,” he said with a chuckle before turning around and leaving the room. Allen quickly put his shirt back on and returned to his truck for the night; he didn’t need any more incidents like that. But as he sat there in his cab, slowly eating his dinner, the man’s words wouldn’t leave him. In fact, they reminded Allen vaguely of the original trucker he’d bought his rig from. An idea started to form… was the truck doing this to him?

Allen’s alarm blared the next morning, sending him jolting upright directly into the ceiling again. This time he was sure it was lower than yesterday, as he rubbed his head again. Whilst getting ready he couldn’t stop mulling over the possibility that this truck was changing him, turning him into some hairy, masculine trucker. It scared him, but deep down, some part of him was excited, wanted more. He looked in the mirror again but didn’t see anything different from the night before, the same short stubble and chest hair was still there. 

After getting washed up, Allen climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. The truck roared to life, his new body hair standing on end as chills echoed through his body. He took one hand off the wheel and stuffed it under his shirt, feeling the hair puffed up underneath, before slowly taking off onto the road. Within minutes he was cruising comfortably, finally feeling like he knew what he was doing. The miles flew by, fields and plains turning to foothills and then to mountains as he crossed into the Rockies. With more interesting scenery, Allen didn’t even notice the itch appearing in his groin, nor his instinctual response to scratch at it. It started as just the occasional pulling at his waistband, but before long he was one hand on the wheel and one hand fully in his underwear.

Allen’s cock slowly inflated as he probed around down there with his hand, feeling his clean shaven skin become prickly as long dormant hairs reemerged. Soft strands inched out around the base of his cock, slowly spreading outwards with each mile he traveled. Like a timelapse, the hairs pushed out, growing darker, thicker, expanding across his groin. They curled together as they grew longer and longer, tangling into a real man’s bush for the first time in his life. Allen barely registered as his fingers went from scratching over bristly stubble to combing through a dense jungle, pulling at the thick curls as they thickened. Mile after mile, they kept growing, stretching upwards above his waistband and out onto his thighs, his delicate treasure trail growing darker and widening. 

His cock continued to grow in step, at first just tenting his underwear but now fully stretching it out, pushing nine inches and counting. His shaft grew thicker as small hairs began to climb up its girth, threatening to hide its size further as they spiraled out into the greater mass of hair. A deep groan finally escaped Allen’s lips as in an instant his balls tripled in size, swelling to a massive degree and filling his underwear as his sack stretched to compensate. The thick carpet of hair surged down and over, burying them beneath an impenetrable layer of curls. His brain clouded as his new massive testicles flooded his body with more testosterone than he’d ever had in his life, barely managing to keep his hand on the wheel as his cock pushed out another inch, beginning to leak precum in a dribble that would never cease. His bush continued to push out, hairs growing longer every second as it completely filled out the triangle of his groin with a sea of dark fur.

The rush of hormones quickly took effect on the rest of Allen’s body. His pits tingled as soft shoots of hair trickled out of his bare skin. The soft strands quickly grew longer, thicker, and more lush, as each second more pushed out to join them. Follicles, awoken by the surge of testosterone, pushed out hair after hair, curling and tangling together in the increasingly sweaty space. Allen’s body leaked sweat, fertilizing the growing jungle beneath his arms as sweat-soaked hairs spread like wildfire, claiming more and more of his bare skin. Every tick of the odometer caused his pits to grow more wild, hair billowing outwards. The deepest recesses of his pits were shrouded now by the thickest growth, an intoxicating mass of sweaty, musky fur. The front lines continued to push outwards, with curly hairs exploring up and around his arm, blending into his chest hair to create a seamless pelt from pubes to pits. Allen finally pulled his hand out of his crotch, only to shove it directly in his right pit, feeling the still growing tuft of hair. His cock lurched yet again as he teased the thick strands apart with his fingers, feeling how coarse and wiry each hair was. The cab was beginning to smell, as more and more sweat and stink leaked out of his ripening pits, but Allen hardly noticed at all, eyes glazed over yet glued to the road.

Before he knew it, the sun had started to set and Allen needed to pull off for the night. His highway hypnosis wore off, and he realized he barely recalled any of the drive that day, but he’d made good time. The sun dipped below the horizon when he found a rest stop, pulling the truck into a spot and turning it off with a sigh of relief; it was good to be done for the day. Allen entered the restroom to get cleaned up for the night, head to a urinal, and unzipped his now tight jeans. His eyes went wide as a thick swath of fur erupted from his fly, his cock twice the size it’d been and still leaking precum. He should’ve panicked, his brain wanted to, but the words those other truckers had said to him returned to his mind once again. He was convinced now; this truck was turning him into a hairy, masculine trucker. And if his cock was any evidence, he thought that was kinda hot. Really hot, in fact. 

Reason fell to the wayside as he stood there in the urinal, grabbing his erect cock and stroking it, precum flying all over. He was quickly lost in the pleasure, feeling the thick bush at the base of his cock every time he pumped it, Allen imagined what he was becoming, who he would be at the end of this. The images of the first trucker with his thickly furred chest and hair coated shoulders returned to his mind, and that was it. Allen let out a deep moan as his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum coating the wall as his massive, low hanging balls emptied for the first time. He kept shooting for longer than he’d ever had in the past, the flow of cum slowing but persisting until he was left panting, the last ropes getting caught in his own fur. His body shuddered, waves of pleasure shooting through him as his climax subsided.

With sense returning to his head, Allen looked at what he’d done and panicked. If someone walked in now it’d be over for him. He stuffed his still dripping cock back into his pants and fled the scene back to his cab, slamming the door closed and throwing himself onto his bed. His mind was racing, conflicting thoughts at war in his head as he felt his own body becoming the battleground. Did he really want to become this hairy beast of a man? Did he really have a choice in the matter? Allen laid there on the mattress, unable to truly decide, until the exhaustion caught up with him. His eyes slowly closed, and he passed out with his clothes still on, precum stain growing on his jeans.

Allen jolted upright once again as his alarm went off the next morning. He still felt exhausted; a rough night of sleep plagued with images of those other truckers cursing him with their traits had left him in rough shape that morning. He didn’t even bother taking his time to get ready that morning, he was just ready to be done with this job and move on. Instead he threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and hopped in the driver's seat, gunning the truck out of the lot as the sun peeked out over the mountains. Desperately trying to put the thoughts of the night before out of his mind, he cranked the music as the final day of his trip began. The odometer of his rig ticked up mile by mile as he grew closer finally to his destination, but the truck wasn’t done with Allen quite yet.

As his foot pressed down on the gas pedal, it cracked and shifted, growing wider as his toes shifted farther apart, pressing against his work boots. His other foot joined in as they stretched longer, pushing up sizes as his boots strained from the new mass. Another mile ticked by as dark, thick hairs pushed out of his toes, slowly creeping out from the skin. Another mile. The hairs crept upwards from his toes, dark strands popping out of the top of his foot like weeds, slowly coating his foot beneath a thick rug. Another mile. The hair continued its march, curling up and around his ankles, thick strands tangling into his sock fibers as they sprouted out of his skin. Another mile. The first black strand popped out from the top of his sock. Another mile. A dozen more thick strands followed suit, and moments later a tidal wave of fur crawled up Allen’s calves. The hairs pushed out longer and longer, growing thick and wiry as they coated his shins, followed by his knees. Another mile. Allen’s thighs itched up a storm as they blossomed into a dense expanse of dark wavy hairs, finally connecting up to the monstrous bush exploding out of his underwear. His legs tingled as the pelt solidified, thickening into one seamless stream of hair from his toes to his crotch, with the hairs constantly pushing out further, growing longer and longer each passing mile.

Allen felt the itching from down below and peered down at his exposed legs, catching fleeting glimpses of the hair taking root as he continued his drive. His cock grew harder and harder each time, and his mind, exasperated, began to cave. Maybe it was okay that he was changing like this. Maybe it was for the best; he already felt more confident driving the truck. And the new hair? He was kinda into it.

He scratched unknowingly at his stubble as the subtle itch spread throughout his body once more. The short hairs coating his face slowly started to push out again. His light stubble quickly turned to a short beard as hairs grew longer and thicker. Skin vanished as the hairs grew out, new follicles filled in between old ones, pumping out hair after hair. Allen continued to scratch at his itchy jaw, fingers slowly running through more and more beard as it pushed out from his face. The hairs started to trickle downwards, poking out across his neck. Stubble spread in a wave, climbing higher on his cheeks and down over his Adam’s apple, threatening to connect with his chest hair just below. It only took a few more miles for that to become reality, as the growth surged into his existing pelt. His chest hair, newly invigorated, bristled to life as the hairs swirled more densely than ever before. The hairs grew wiry, pushing away from the skin of his chest and puffing outwards as they filled in thicker and thicker. The curls hid away any bare skin as they tangled together, his pecs completely coated in fur. What was once the frontiers of this rug began to push out, new wisps popping up across his collarbone and soon enough up and onto his shoulders before darkening and thickening up like the rest. Allen groaned as he felt the hairs pushing against his shirt, the fabric growing tighter every minute as the hairs thickened into a pelt an inch thick, puffing out of every opening.

The sun was slowly arcing across the sky as Allen sped towards Boise. He could feel his body changing the further he went, and for the first time he wasn’t worried about it. A smile peeked out from his bearded face as he stuffed a hand under his shirt, feeling the dense fur that had come in. The wiry, springy hairs twisted around his fingers as he combed through them, causing his cock to leak through his shorts. He didn’t mind anymore; this is what a trucker was. A hairy sweaty, masculine beast. His cock pulsed again at that thought, and he could feel the bristling of hairs begin to spread again.

The sparse dusting of hair on Allen’s shoulders began to thicken up, with new follicles bursting to life and pushing out new hairs. Within minutes his shoulders had grown a coat to rival most men’s chest hair, and they weren’t done. Thick hairs extended down over his triceps, connecting to the dense fur on his forearms that had grown days before. Hairs radiated out from his shoulders across his traps, meeting like waves crashing together upon his neck. His back began to tingle and itch as peach fuzz appeared in patches across the empty expanse. The fuzz quickly thickened up into dark, mature hairs, starting around his shoulder blades. It briefly looked like Allen was sprouting hairy wings as the patches spread, thick hairs igniting the fuzz into a real man’s pelt. He could feel the fur slowly inching its way down his back, creating a solid mat of hair from his neck stretching downwards as it claimed more and more territory. The hairs sprouted out, tangling together as swirls and patterns formed across his back. He barely needed the shirt anymore, with insulating fur on all sides of his torso. Allen felt the hairs thickening, pushing against his shirt and the seat behind more and more as he kept driving.

The sun began to hang low in the sky as Allen entered the final stretch of his drive. He looked down at the odometer, seeing that he’d added over 1,500 miles to it already. He watched as it ticked up another mile, sending chills through his body. The fields around him turned to city outskirts as he closed in on his destination. Another mile ticked by, and Allen’s cock started to tent in his shorts. He didn’t want the drive to end now, he wanted the truck to keep molding him, changing him into a different man. Another mile. He could feel the hair across his body bristling as it filled in at large, new follicles coming to life between the old, linking beard to back to pubes in a seamless pelt. His cock was dripping precum like a faucet, pushing more and more against his already too-tight underwear. Another mile. His beard itched as hairs pushed out, lengthening and thickening. Hairs grew denser, a thick mustache unfurling above his lip, pouring over the edges into an increasingly wild beard. Allen took one hand off the wheel and grabbed his engorged cock below. Another mile. Hair continued to flow from Allen’s face, his beard growing bushy as it pushed out further. Allen pumped his cock, precum gushing over the head and down his shaft, soaking into his thick bush. Another mile. Allen’s hand slid up and down his thick shaft, feeling the soft hairs sprouting from it as more precum poured from the tip. He let out a moan as his pelt continued to fill in, looking nearly like fur at some points. He was nearing the end. 

Allen pulled off the highway and onto smaller streets, approaching the warehouse that he’d been assigned. Another mile ticked by. His body nearly spasmed from pleasure as hair pushed out of him, growing thicker and lusher across his form. His huge balls ached, ready to empty themselves as he continued to stroke. He entered the mostly empty loading zone, maneuvering the massive 40-ton truck with ease. He was an expert at this now. Lined up with his dock, he began to back in the truck. His breathing quickened, pumping his cock faster and faster as hair slithered out from every pore imaginable. He inched back towards the loading dock, brakes squealing, until he came to a stop perfectly, the odometer ticking up one last time. His cock erupted, thick white cum exploding all over him and the cab, getting caught in his newly grown pelt. His hand continued to pump as rope after rope shot out, dripping from his beard and the steering wheel as waves of pleasure shook his body. He could feel every hair, every follicle that had sprouted across him, and it was ecstasy. The sensation of hair rubbing together, curling and tangling and coating his body was unimaginable. The flow of cum gradually came to an end as Allen sat there, panting, finally realizing the truth of those old truckers’ words. He was one of them now. Sweaty. Horny. Hairy. He smiled. Bliss.

Hi Y'all! Sorry for the long hiatus, school turned out to be a lot more work than I expected so I had to buckle down and get through the semester. Hopefully this (admittedly long) story makes up for it! I've also hit 3,000 followers which is absolutely insane to me, glad there's so many other fans of hair growth out there. Please feel free to share your own real life tfs, ideas, or anything with me! I need some more juice for future stories, and seeing other guys jock up helps inspire me ;)