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posts dont equal my politics. posts are fantasy and escape from reality but im pretty against everything im posting about IN THE REAL WORLD. if you dont like dont read... POSTS:
GAY TFS (they stay gay)
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Silent Majority
She Said Stache
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A TF for @reddarkfox222
They only went into the costume shop because Connor had forgotten Father’s Day…again.
“Gift card?” Mason suggested, pushing through the door beneath a hanging rubber bat and a faded plastic skeleton.
Connor, blond, lean, and smug beneath the little mustache he’d grown mostly to annoy his dad, rolled his eyes. “For my father? He’d use it to buy socks and then tell me I ruined the surprise.”
Mason laughed. He was dark-haired, sharp-jawed, with a few days of stubble and the relaxed confidence of someone whose dad had never met a grill he didn’t try to dominate. “Then get him something stupid. Something he’ll actually wear once and pretend to hate.”
They found the aprons in a back corner beneath a sign that read DAD CLASSICS — HALF OFF. One was bright red and said KING OF THE GRILL in peeling yellow letters. The other was denim-blue with fake grease stains printed across the front and ASK ME ABOUT MY MARINADE stitched over the chest.
Connor held the red one against himself and made his voice deeper. “Boys, the secret is propane and emotional distance.”
Mason snorted and grabbed the blue apron. “No, no, you need to stand wider. Dads always stand like they’re guarding a cooler.”
There were changing rooms beside the novelty costumes. Neither of them knew why grill aprons needed changing rooms, but that made it funnier.
“Hey!” Connor said. “Take off your shirt and go try it on for the full effect. We can snap a couple selfies and use them as a prank later.”
“Gotcha, man! Good idea.”
They ducked behind the curtains, still joking through the thin partition as they tied the aprons around themselves.
The two young men stepped out to admire their aprons and take a sarcastic selfie.
After returning to their dressing rooms Connor fumbled for the knot on the back of the apron but before he could undo it he felt the knot tighten at his waist. Then his stomach lurched.
At first he thought the room had tilted. His knees cracked, his shoulders thickened, and a heavy warmth spread across his chest. Pale hair burst beneath the apron straps, crawling over his sternum and shoulders in dense, uneven patches. His blond hair thinned, then retreated, pulling back from his forehead until only a sparse ring remained around a mostly bald crown. His neat little mustache swelled outward, darkening, bristling, curling at the ends into a proud, ridiculous handlebar that dominated his face.
“Uh,” Connor said, but his voice came out deeper. Rougher. Familiar. “Are you feeling ok over there, Mason?!”
On the other side of the partition, Mason made a startled choking sound. “Not really, dude!”
His own body had softened almost instantly. His flat stomach pushed forward into a round, heavy belly that pressed against the apron. His arms grew thicker but less defined, covered in dark hair. His stubble lengthened down his cheeks and jaw, spreading into a thick beard that tumbled over his mouth until his lips nearly vanished behind it. His dark hair receded at the temples but stayed thick enough to look neglected rather than stylish. When he stumbled out of the changing room, he looked like a man who had spent twenty years saying he was “getting back to the gym soon.”
Connor stepped out at the same time, one hand on his bald head, the other gripping the edge of his huge mustache.
For a moment, they stared at each other.
“Mason?” Connor whispered.
“Connor?” Mason’s voice rumbled through the beard, muffled and older. “Why do you look like your dad?! You’re bald dude! You even have his mustache!”
“What about you, bro! Did you gain 100 lbs in there? And that beard!! You look just like your dad!”
They remembered everything. The shop. Father’s Day. The joke. Their real faces. Their real ages. The horrifying fact that Connor now looked exactly like his father, right down to the slightly squinting expression he wore whenever he tried not to admit he was confused. Mason looked like his own dad after Thanksgiving dinner: soft, bearded, hairy, comfortable in a way that felt impossible to fight.
“We have to take the apron’s off!” Mason said.
But neither of them moved.
Connor looked down at the red apron stretched across his broader, hairier torso. His hand settled on his belly, then rose to smooth the curled end of his handlebar mustache. The panic in his eyes weakened, replaced by irritation. Not fear. Just the vague annoyance of a man who had forgotten what errand he was running.
“Why were we here again?” he asked.
Mason frowned beneath the beard. “Grill stuff, I think.”
“Right.” Connor nodded slowly. “Need charcoal.”
“Already got charcoal.”
“Then steaks?”
Mason considered this, his memories sliding away like receipts tossed into a junk drawer. College apartments, group chats, late-night burgers, the urgent knowledge that he had once been someone else—all of it blurred and thinned until it seemed less like memory than a strange dream he had no reason to mention.
He patted his apron. “Could use a new spatula.”
Connor grunted approvingly. “Good spatula’s important. Better put our clothes back on and buy these new aprons. They are hilarious!”
A bored clerk watched the two middle-aged men leave the dressing rooms and approach his counter - still wearing the novelty aprons.
One was mostly bald with a grand handlebar mustache and a satisfied dad squint. The other was pudgy, dark-haired, and buried behind a long beard that swallowed his mouth. They paid in cash, argued amiably about whether lighter fluid was cheating, and walked out into the afternoon sun without once remembering they had come in as sons.
Across town, two older men woke up from accidental naps they had not meant to take.
Connor’s father jolted upright on a couch, suddenly blond, smooth-skinned, and twenty-two, his hand flying to a mustache that was far too small.
Mason’s father staggered back from a bathroom mirror, dark-haired and lean again, rubbing at the stubble on a jaw that had not been that sharp in decades.
For several seconds, both men stared at themselves in separate mirrors, stunned by the impossible youth looking back.
Then Connor’s father blinked and whispered, “oh shit, Father’s Day is coming up soon and I didn’t buy my old man anything yet!”
And Mason’s father, across town, touched his flat stomach with dawning horror - quickly fading into submission as he forgot his old life and responsibilities. His phone buzzed on the sink nearby. A text from Connor’s dad’s phone.
Dude! I need to buy my Dad a Father’s Day gift. Wanna join me?!
Have you ever done a story where a small nerd gets cursed so that he slowly turns into a jock with every geeky thing he does?
“Men are all the same.”
That was what your last ex-girlfriend, Lilly, had said to you just as she stormed out of your life. Even with how bad things had been between you and Lilly had been lately, the pure venom that laced her words stung. You and Lilly had been together for almost a year now, and had a good couple, or at least you had been at the beginning. You were a very nerdy, yet quite handsome young man with a reputation for being particularly sympathetic and respectful, while she was a strong minded, career driven feminist with a passionate love for all things sci-fi. By all means you should have been a perfect pairing, and for a while it felt like you were, but over the last 3 months Lilly seemed to have strangely… changed. It started when she joined this online group, one known as the Coven. They were a local female empowerment group, at least that's what Lilly called them, who called themselves the Coven as a reference to the persecution of witches. At first you didn’t see anything wrong with Lilly joining the group, as you had always been a feminist yourself and were happy that your girlfriend had found a group of women that supported her. But over time Lilly seemed to grow progressively closer to them, and further away from you. It wasn’t just that she was changing, you weren’t as insecure a guy as to be angry your girlfriend had a life outside of you, it was that she just seemed to suddenly shut you out. A month in and she was barely speaking to you anymore, and the few times you could get her to talk to you all she wanted to talk about was the Coven. Two months later she was accusing you of cheating, demanding to go through your things, and constantly belittling you. Three months later, here you were, your former loving girlfriend walking out of your life after convincing herself you had cheated on her. You just didn’t understand what had happened. One day you were in love, and the next she was walking out of your life, cursing your name. You were so depressed, you almost didn’t want to go to your D&D session— MEET UP WITH YOUR BROS AT THE BAR — but you figured maybe talking to your friends would cheer you up.
You got to the bar early, before your friends had showed up, and immediately ordered a martini
— ICE COLD BEER —
You sipped your drink as you looked around at the bar. You weren’t a big fan of bars in general.
— YOU FELT YOURSELF RELAX AS YOU TOOK IN THE SIGHT OF YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS BAS —
And grinned at the sounds of a group of rowdy, half drunk jocks watching the game from another nearby booth. Sports had never been your thing.
— WATCHING THEM REMINDED YOU OF YOU AND YOUR BROS BACK IN COLLEGE. MUSCULAR. DOUCHEY. YOUNG, DUMB, AND FULL OF CUM. —
You grinned nostalgically as you took another, deep swig, reminiscing about the good old days. Sure it had only been a couple years ago really, but fuck college had been so much fun. You noticed a cute looking guy
— BIMBO WITH A HUGE PAIR OF TITS AND A DITZY LOOK IN HER EYES —
And you blushed
— SMIRKED AND FLEXED YOUR MASSIVE BICEPS BEFORE SWAGGERING COCKILY, BEFORE SWAGGERING OVER TO HER —
“Hey.” You said cockily, your average
— DEEP, DUMB, VOICE SENDING SHIVERS DOWN THE BLOND BIMBOS SPINE —
“Like, hi.” She said flirtatiously, one of her hands on your massive arms as she looked over you with clear lust.
In the back of your head something felt wrong
— RIGHT. EVERYTHING FELT SO RIGHT —
You knew that you weren’t this type of guy
— WERE A BIG DOUCHEY MAN, JUST LIKE ALL MEN ARE DEEP DOWN. A DOUCHEY PUSSYHOUND —
But… who cared about that when you had this premium piece of pussy running her hands across your massive chest. You reached down and groped her ass, eliciting a gasp of excitement from her as you did. You were still broken up about your last relationship
— A LITTLE TIRED FROM YOUR LAST HOOKUP —
But hey, a real man like you always had more in the tank. You continued to flirt with the girl, effortlessly charming and dominating her. You had plenty of practice getting into dumb bitches pants, and when it came down to it, women were all the same. They just needed someone to help them realize it.
Go Fuck Yourself
Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.
When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.
Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”
“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.
“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.
“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.
Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.
The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.
As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.
The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,
“Now can I have what I want?”
What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.
Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.
As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.
Afterwards, Henry didn’t kick the man out like he had planned. They showered together, played some games and watched some of their favorite shows and even cuddled in bed that night. Henry didn’t know where this mysterious clone boyfriend came from, but he was in no hurry to send him back.
“Just please try saying it once again Kieren,” Kieren’s dad said with his head bowed down in his now 18 year old hands in disappointment.
Kieren and his dad Hank had just swapped bodies. Hank was convinced it was caused by Kieren saying the words “I wish I had a body like yours,” after losing an underwear wrestling match to him in the living room.
Hank wasn’t completely wrong, but Kieren knew it was saying what he did in combination with the wising tag he had burned in his room a few minutes before. The tag would only work once after being burned, so Kieren knew that no matter how many more times he wished for them to swap, they would not swap back. He played dumb and kept repeating the phrase at his father’s behest. His plan to steal Hank’s muscular fatherly body was going off without a hitch.
From the look on his face, Kieren knew that Hank had given up on the phrase swapping them back. He had had each of them say it at least twenty times.
“Maybe it was the wrestling match that triggered the body swap,” suggested Kieren as innocently as possible, finding himself turned on by his new middle aged voice.
“I suppose it could have been,” said Hank sounding a bit hopeful as he got into position to have a rematch.
Kieren used his superior strength in his new body to pin his dad in all sorts of positions. He could no longer suppress his new body’s need to have an erection.
“Eww!” Shouted Hank while in a backwards headlock, “That’s my own body’s penis you’re pressing against me!”
“Sorry dad,” said Kieren. “Though by the looks of it, you’re enjoying our little wrestling match too..” he alluded to Hank’s 18 year old boner sticking slightly out of his tighty whities.
“What the hell?!” Yelled Hank, looking down at his new privates. “You will not talk to me like that. Now let go of me and we’ll figure out this body swap business tomorrow.” He blushed and stormed out of the room with his teenage boner leaking on the way out.
Kieren wasted no time going over to the living room mirror and sitting down and masturbating to the sight of his dad’s naked body, and thoughts of their repeated wrestling matches
After my short break I’ll start slowly with only one story today. At the same time this is my late 100 followers celebration post.
Like a Bull
Derek was a real fan of piercings and tattoos. As a real punk he had to be of course. He was easily recognizable as one through his hairstyle, a blue mohawk, the tunnels in his ears and his black clothes. He had decided to get another piercing, one that he had desired for a long time, a nose ring.
He thought it would give him a somewhat bull like appearance. Of course tat was a false hope. At a height of 5ft6 and a weight of 90 pounds, the 26-year old skinny punk was little a bull as could be. Even his cock matched this statement. Where others his age had an average dick between their legs, skinny Derek, had an 3″ nub that could hardly satisfy his former girlfriend.
Maybe that was the reason why she had cheated on him. After catching her in bed with Daniel, his best friend, the week before, they broke up. To get them out his mind, he had decided to get a new piercing.
Entering the piercing studio, he was greeted by the owner. “Hey Derek. Why are you looking so glum, buddy?”, his longtime friend asked him. “Veronica hs cheated on me with my best friend.”, Derek replied. “Damn, that’s shit. I guess you want a piercing to come to other thoughts? What did you have in mind?”, the owner quetioned him. “Yeah, dude, you’re right. I thought of a nose piercing, if you can do it.”, Derek replied.
“Yeah sure. I have a nose ring I kept exactly for such an occasion.”, the piercer said and went into the back of his store. A few miutes later he came back with a small box, containing a silver nose ring. “Shall we get started, Derek?”, he asked with a grin.
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Half an hour later, Derek stood up from the chair, where the owner had pierced him and stretched, his muscles twitching and his spine cracking. “Damn, that hurt.”, he said rubbing his freshly pierced nose. Colin, the owner, and he himself couldn’t help but watch the massive muscles on his arm flex. In addition Derek made his pecs dance, bouncing a little tune with his pillow pectorals. His other plate sized hand felt up the eightpack hidden underneath his shirt. The muscular legs, supporting his 6ft9 body could easily be mistaken for marble pillars and the feet that made up his base were easily size 19.
“Okay, Colin, here you go.”, Derek said handing him 250 dollars, “Keep the rest.” “But I only need 100, Derek.”, Colin replied surprised by his friend’s gratitude. “Doesn’t matter, I was just paid for the last shoot.”, the male model calmed Colin, “Got more than enough at the moment. Okay, see ya.”
When Derek left the shop, he suddenly got a message. “Everything set for tonight. Danielle and I can’t wait.” It was from Veronica, a girl that he had been fucking for several months now. She had organized a threesome with her best friend Danielle tonight, though it was no problem for Derek.
“Shit.”, Derek boomed. He had caught sight of himself in the mirror. Stubble coated his perfect, angular jaw in just the right way. His lips looked like they were made to give a woman an orgasm just kissing her. His broad nose was now perfectly accentuated by his new piercing. His sparkling green eyes were perfectly emphasized by a pair of thick bushy eyebrows. But his joy and pride was the wavy undercut that permanently looked like he had just woken up.
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Back in his appartement , Derek stripped his clothes off completely. It was just so much more comfortable to let his farm animal sized cock and bullnuts swing around freely. He decided to take a picture of himself and send it to Veronica. ‘Gotta get her ready for tonight.’, Derek thought, his mammoth tool getting hard at the thought.
