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Dr. Pervert

Dr. Ivan Carisi was just minding his business, examining one of his patients when they suddenly spit up on him. Dr. Carisi wasn't a pediatrician; this patient was a full-grown adult man and now Ivan was covered in phlegm and god knows what else. He poked his head out into the hall. "Hey, is anyone available to help me out for a little bit? I need to go to the lab ASAP to get some tests run."

"Sure thing!" said one of Ivan's fellow coworkers, a doctor in their own right. After a quick briefing session and some extra PPE secured for the new doctor, Ivan quickly made his way to the lab on-site. Luckily, by the time he arrived at the lab, the phlegm or whatever the fuck was on him hadn't congealed or hardened yet, so the lab was able to quickly run some tests on it.

Ivan waited for a few minutes until the lab tech came out to see him. "Well, Dr. Carisi, we have some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?"

"The bad news. Just get it over with!"

"Okay, okay! While there were some traces of phlegm in the substance, it is weirdly not completely phlegm and other natural bodily fluids. Nothing showed up in our system. We've sent it out to the country's main investigative lab for further analysis, but we've kept a sample here in case any unusual side effects start to show up."

"I see. And then what's the good news?" Ivan was a bit weirded out that they didn't know what was in his patient's body, so this good news could have been anything.

"We are extremely confident that the other substances in the mixture you provided us are not contagious. All of the tests we've run show no signs of zoonosis or other forms of transmission."

"Well, I guess that's good. Would I be able to go back to work?"

"I would check with the chief, but since it is mostly a mystery substance that landed on you, I would proceed with caution, Dr. Carisi." Ivan then checked in with the chief, who surprisingly had availability to see a random doctor in the middle of the day. After explaining the situation, Ivan was granted paid sick leave until the main investigative lab came back with their results. Ivan asked the lab before he went home if he could take some of the results home with him, not the substance but the pictures they took. The lab agreed and Ivan was soon back at his shared apartment. He placed the pictures of the milky substance on his window and wondered what he was going to do.

Ivan of course told his roommate Juan about the potential exposure, but since the lab was nearly positive it wasn't contagious, Juan allowed Ivan to do whatever he wanted in the apartment. Ivan called up a few of his buddies in pathology to see if they had any other information that could help him, but they all came up with nothing.

The next day, Ivan was alone in the apartment after Juan went to work. Juan worked a normal 9-5 Monday-Friday type of gig, and while Ivan wasn't planning on having sex or having ragers while Juan was at work, he did like that he knew pretty much when he was going to be alone in the apartment. Ivan made himself some breakfast, but after he was done cooking and eating, there was another pleasant and aromatic smell in the air. He couldn't figure out where it was coming from, so he got up and walked around. It was the strongest by the little shoe cubby that the two roommates had by the front door.

In fact, the smell was so good that Ivan's dick twitched in excitement. "What the fuck!?" he thought to himself. Ivan didn't consider himself asexual or aromantic, but being a doctor meant that he was busy often and on call at random times, not really conducive to dating or marriage right now. He did masturbate at least once a week, but usually much more often than that, depending on how busy he actually was. Ivan decided to run a quick experiment and leaned down closer to the shoe cubby, next to one of Juan's shoes. His roommate played basketball on the weekends with his bros, and never washed his shoes after playing.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" Ivan moaned as he sniffed Juan's stinky shoe. He found himself rubbing his dick through his pants as well before stopping himself. "What the fuck is going on with me!?" he said out loud. Ivan considered himself straight and not really into scent play or anything like that with women. But now here he was, sniffing another man's dirty shoes and getting hard! Later that day, he showed up at the hospital, not to work but as a patient in the neurology department. One of his good friends that he had gone to medical school with worked in neurology and actually had a couple of patient cancellations that afternoon, so they were able to run a barrage of tests on Ivan, including MRIs of the brain and X-rays of his spinal column. They even decided to do some X-rays of Ivan's stomach to see if there were any tumors or anything that could be affecting his brain that severely.

Ivan was able to get the results sent to his own patient portal to be able to print out at home, one of the perks of being a doctor in the same system. However, his neurologist friend wanted to talk to him before sending him back home for the time being. "Ivan, the results that we've found are inconclusive. There is seemingly nothing wrong with your nervous system and there are no signs of tumors or cancer in your internal organs. However, during the MRIs of your brain, we did notice some abnormal activity, at least for a man like you with your, um, kinks and fetishes that you described. As you know, we went through a pretty comprehensive list, and while most of them didn't cause any changes, scent or musk play, footwear, and penile pleasure, not, uh, goofing, to be clear, all had activations in the same area as your other kinks. I recommend waiting for the results of the strange substance to come back before having any kind of sex, and that includes, uh, masturbation too."

Ivan was genuinely shocked on the ride back home to his apartment. What the fuck was in that strange substance that was causing him so many changes in his life? Luckily, he was so lost in his thoughts when he arrived home that he was able to walk by the shoe cubby without getting lost in the scent, and he was able to print out the MRIs and x-rays that he had taken. He didn't tell Juan the news from his neurologist, but did tell his roommate that it might be time to wash his shoes or at least put some odor blockers in them or something. Juan seemed generally open to doing that, and Ivan thought that he was in the clear.

A week or so later, there had still been no results back from the lab about the strange substance that had landed on Ivan and seemingly caused some sexual changes. It was Sunday, and while Juan wasn't working, he was out of the apartment for most of the day, at church and then spending time with his extended family before coming back home at night. Juan had also played a pretty intense pick-up game of basketball last night and had forgotten to put some odor blockers in his shoes. When Ivan woke up Sunday morning, the smell of the stinky shoes hit him like a brick. Ivan's dick twitched in excitement again and even began to leak a little bit of pre-cum.

In a horny haze, Ivan got up and made his way to the shoe cubby, where the stinky shoes were waiting for him. Unlike the previous time that this happened, Ivan didn't recoil and he didn't have the mental fortitude to fight back against his desires. He only picked up one shoe, but brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he moaned loudly, as his dick was quickly getting hard in his underwear. Ivan usually only slept in his underwear, and he didn't take it off, just rubbing his cock through his tighty-whities by the door to his apartment.

In a fleeting moment of lucidity, he realized that it probably wasn't the best place to jerk off, especially since they weren't his shoes that he was jerking off to. Ivan made his way back to his bedroom and resumed the jerk-off session that he was having with his roommate's shoe. He left his phone on the bed as he was lost in the bliss of the stinky shoe, missing two very important calls. The first was from Juan, letting Ivan know that he would be back much earlier today, as one of his primos had gotten sick and didn't want to infect the whole family. The other call was from the investigative lab, informing Ivan about the true nature of the strange substance that had infected him. Both parties left voicemails, but Ivan was in orgasmic heaven and didn't even notice the phone ringing.

He didn't want the euphoria he felt over jerking off to Juan's stinky shoe to end, and so he edged himself for as long as he could. Unfortunately for him, he was pretty good at edging, and Juan arrived home in the middle of his edging session. As soon as Juan walked through the front door to his apartment, he could hear Ivan edging and gooning his brains. "FUUUCK, it smells so fuckin' good!" Juan wondered what the fuck was going on, as Ivan was normally never this loud while jerking off and the two of them usually informed each other when they were going to have someone over for sex. Juan knocked on Ivan's bedroom a couple times, each time a bit louder than the last. However, the gooned-out Ivan didn't respond, and Juan finally opened the door, no longer caring about Ivan's privacy.

There Ivan was, lost in the bliss of jerking off while sniffing Juan's stinky shoe. He wasn't so far gone, though, that he didn't realize that his bedroom door was opening, so he was able to lock eyes with Juan as he continued doing what he was doing.

"What the actual goddamn fuck, bro!? Is that my basketball shoe!? Ew, bro, I didn't know that you were such a fuckin' pervert behind closed doors!" Juan practically ran over and grabbed his stinky shoe out of Ivan's hands. Without the scent invading his nostrils so intensely, Ivan gained some more lucidity and realized just what the fuck he was doing.

"Um, uh, Juan, I can explain!" he blurted out.

"Like fuck you can explain this shit! I want you out of this apartment by the end of the week, bro! And I'm gonna do laundry daily for the next week and remember to put odor blockers in my shoes so that I don't catch ya perving out to my musk again!"

"I'm sorry, bro!" Ivan cried out, but it was no use. Ivan then grabbed his phone and looked at all of the alerts that he had missed while lost in his goon session with Juan's stinky shoe. He saw Juan's message and also the message from the investigative lab. He opened the voicemail and brought his phone up to his ear to listen to it.

"Hello, this message is for Dr. Ivan Carisi. We have finished running tests on the substance that your hospital lab sent over for further analysis. As expected, there was a high concentrate of phlegm in the substance, but it also contained some trace chemicals, that went combined all together, can change an individual's brain chemistry. We are not completely sure of its effects as of yet, but it seemingly affects the areas of the brain that control sexuality, more specifically an individual's kinks and fetishes. Please report back if you have noticed any sudden and dramatic changes to your sexuality in the past couple weeks. Thank you and good-bye."

While Ivan finally had the answer that he was looking for, his life was in shambles now. He did thankfully have a job at the hospital still, but he had needed to find a new place to live, and fast. After staying with his parents for a couple months, and thankfully not sniffing his dad's stinky shoes, he was able to get an apartment with a roommate who was much more understanding of Ivan's new and unusual fetish. While Ivan still considered himself mostly straight, after work most days, he and his new roommate engaged in goon sessions together, each jerking off to each other's stinky shoes. Thankfully, they were able to isolate and cure the individual who had been dosed with the chemicals that irrevocably changed Ivan's brain chemistry, but Ivan didn't want a cure. He loved his new life, even if his nickname at work was Dr. Pervert now!

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The Sky is Red

A/N: Title and content partially inspired by a incredibly hot Kinkmen.com scene!

It all just happened so far. One second, Staff Sergeant Anthony Perkins was upright, and the next, he was tumbling around in the vehicle that he was being transported in. He hit his head as he tumbled around and blacked out. When he came to, he was in a different kind of darkness. He was sure that his eyes were open now, but he still couldn't see anything; it was completely pitch black. He wondered if this was what blindness was. He tried screaming for help, but the sounds were quite muffled, like something was blocking his mouth.

He tried moving his arms, but he quickly found that he couldn't move them either. The same with his legs; he was trapped and bound with nowhere to go. However, Anthony's muffled cries for help alerted his captors, or whoever they were, that he was now awake. Anthony heard footsteps as at least two individuals entered the room. He quickly realized that they were both men based on the deepness of their voices.

"Well, well, well, he's finally fuckin' awake," said one of the men. "Do ya think he's ready for what we have in store for him?"

"I mean, he has no other choice. And we better get this started quickly anyway before a rescue mission comes and finds this motherfucker that the sultan wanted so bad."

"The Sultan!? What does the Sultan want with me!?" Anthony thought, as the footsteps got closer and closer. It wasn't long before he heard the peeling off of duct tape, and a few seconds later, he could actually see again, after his eyes adjusted to the light. As he had figured out, he was bound all over the place, with a mouth gag, arms and legs taped to the chair he was sitting in, and even his chest taped up to the back of the chair. Anthony did have some muscle on him, but with the amount of duct tape they used, he was going to be no match for it.

Thankfully his captors hadn't stripped him naked or taken off any of his clothes yet; in fact, they had even put something else on him. It was a chain with a lock at the end of it, something Anthony had seen some gay guys wear back home. He always found it a bit odd, showing off that you were being owned. It then clicked for him: his chain and lock was to signify that he was going to be owned by the sultan, if not already owned.

One of the men, and Anthony now visually confirmed that it was two men who were in the room with him, left to go grab something. Anthony couldn't tell where he was, except for the fact that he was inside. It kinda looked like an old school, albeit with construction supplies all over the place, and lo and behold, a common school staple of his childhood was wheeled into the room. A boxy TV on one of those roller stands was being pushed by the other guy, and Anthony noticed that while it had a DVD player instead of a VHS player, it wouldn't be out of place in a turn of the millennium classroom.

The man who pushed the TV in then walked over to Anthony and began to take off the duct tape that was covering his mouth. Anthony planned to scream for help the second that he could actually be heard, but those plans were thwarted by the other man, who took out a gun and placed it against Anthony's temple. "Don't even think about screaming and calling for help or any shit like that. No one's gonna fuckin' hear ya anyway, but we don't want any interlopers causing trouble with our little operation." Anthony was in no position to fight back, quite literally, and so against his better judgement, he found himself staying silent as the last piece of duct tape was removed from over his mouth.

"Good soldier!" cooed one of the men as Anthony remained silent even when he could have screamed. The gun was still held to his temple as the other man walked back over to the TV and turned it on. A few seconds later, a rainbow spiral appeared on the TV screen. It wasn't spinning yet, presumably paused or waiting for someone to press play and begin the video. With the gun still to Anthony's temple, the man with the gun issued some orders. "My friend and I are gonna leave once the video starts playing. We'll be watching on the CCTV cameras, though, and we want to hear you repeat everything that the video says. If you don't, then I'll guess we have to explain to the sultan why you won't be visiting him."

"Because his brains would be splattered all over the walls?" cheekily asked the other captor, which earned him a dope slap from the captor with a gun.

"Just fuckin' do as the video tells you to, okay?" Anthony nodded his head in agreement, again despite his better judgement. He hoped that there was an extraction squad or rescue team or someone coming to find him soon, but for right now, he just had to deal with whatever shit they were going to put him through. The captor without a gun then pressed play on the TV, and the rainbow spiral began spinning. As the two captors speedily left the room, Anthony closed his eyes, knowing that that would protect against the hypnosis or whatever shit this was. A minute or so later, once the captors were safely in the security office, the audio started.

"Repeat after me: The sky is red."

"The sky is blue!" Anthony defiantly said. He had heard about some agencies trying to brainwash individuals with this method, but he wasn't going to fall for it. He kept his eyes shut as the voice spoke up again.

"The sky is red."

"The sky is blue!"

"The sky is red."

"The sky is blue!"

"The sky is red."

"The sky is blue!"

"The sky is red."

"The sky is blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is r- b-b-blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is r- b-blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is re- b-blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is red. No, blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is red, b-blue."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is red."

"The sky is red." Anthony's captors cheered from the security room as the brainwashing turned out to be quite effective. By now, Anthony had opened his eyes and was lost in the center of the hypnotic spiral as he repeated his hypnotic mantra of "the sky is red." However, the brainwashing was far from over, although the constant repetition of the sky's color lasted for a couple more minutes. There was then a shift in what the voice emanating from the TV said.

"Repeat after me. You are the sultan's sex slave."

"I am the sultan's sex slave."

"You exist only to serve the sultan sexually."

"I exist only to serve the sultan sexually."

"You have no memories of your life before serving the sultan."

"I have no memories of my life before serving the sultan."

"You will obey any and all of the sultan's orders."

"I will obey any and all of the sultan's orders."

Those four messages then repeated themselves a few times to really let it sink in, let the brainwashing work its magic. By now, there was no turning back for Anthony. He wasn't playing along; he had been successfully brainwashed and turned into a sex slave against his will. Once the new sex slave mantras finished repeating, there was even more hypnosis and brainwashing, but this part was much more technical, making it truly stick in Anthony's mind and even locking it in with a password, meaning that if he ever was found and extracted, then he would have no memories of his life except for what he did to serve the sultan sexually.

The captors finally reentered the room a few hours after they had originally left it and left Anthony to his own devices. The brainwashing video had been stopped for a few minutes now and Anthony was blankly staring ahead, waiting for orders from the sultan or someone who would bring him to the sultan. He didn't respond at all as the captors released him from his duct tape binds, and didn't react at all as he was stripped nearly completely naked by the captors as well, leaving over the chain and lock that only served as a reminder now that he was an owned sex slave.

Anthony was then hoisted by the two men and brought out back to a waiting vehicle. He remained motionless as the doors closed in front of him and the captors drove to the sultan's palace. Once they arrived, Anthony was once again hoisted in the air by the captors and brought to the throne room, where the old, greasy-looking sultan sat on his throne. Anthony finally reacted in the presence of his new master. "What do you want me to do, Master Sultan? I exist only to serve you, Master Sultan."

"Let me show you to my bedroom, Staff Sergeant Anthony Perkins, where you will be spending most of your time. But first I need to give your captors their rewards." Anthony patiently waited as what could only be described as two buxom bimbos were escorted out into the throne room and brought over to the captors. "These women have undergone a very similar process to the Staff Sergeant here, and have had extensive bodily modifications to your liking. I expect that in return, if another soldier catches my fancy, that you two and your team will secure him for me successfully."

"Yes, Sultan!" the two men replied, while their eyes ogled the naked bimbos that they now owned. Once all of their affairs were in orders, the captors left and Anthony was escorted to the Sultan's bedroom, where he served his master sexually for many years. Everyone else thought that Anthony had died in the accident, but instead he lived out the rest of his life as the Sultan's personal sex slave, eventually one of many, all of whom died soon after the Sultan did in inconsolable grief.

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BRO

"Oooh, oooh, FUUUUCK!" Johnny moaned as he shot his second load of the day all over his chest. His chest was very much unlike the one he had just busted to. Johnny was a small twink, nearly stick-thin and with only the bare amount of muscle needed to live. The guys that Johnny were into were much more muscular than him, bodybuilders and fitness influencers. He knew that he would never have a shot with him, even the few ones who were actually gay, and so he deigned himself to jerking off to shirtless photos of those hunks.

Soon after cleaning up his mess and putting some clothes back on, he got a text from a spam number. Normally he would have opened it just to delete it and mark it as spam in the system, but the body of the text intrigued him. "Looking to get buff and get bitches? Then come join your local branch of BRO! BRO is a deluxe gym made for individuals just like you, who want to become the hunk of everyone's dreams! If you're interested, go to this address today and show them this code for a free one-month membership: ALPHABRO!" There was a local address in the text message as well. Johnny wondered if this was truly a scam or if someone had been stalking him or something like that.

However, when he typed the address in his maps app, it did come up as BRO Gym. Johnny knew that a one-month membership probably wasn't going to make him a hunk that he would jerk off too, but it wouldn't hurt to at least try, and besides, his computer engineering job paid handsomely and was a work-from-home gig, so he could afford to hit the gym, both literally and figuratively! After finishing up a couple work tasks, Johnny drove himself over to BRO Gym. The parking lot in front of the gym was surprisingly empty. Johnny knew that that wasn't a good sign, but against his better judgment, decided to walk into the gym.

The gym was set up a bit oddly, with the front desk separated from the gym itself. A hunky blonde stud wearing a BRO-branded t-shirt smiled at Johnny as he walked over to the front desk.

"Wassup, dude! Welcome to BRO Gym, where we make men into BROs! How can I help ya today, dude?"

"Well, uh, I want to sign up. I got a text with a code for a membership deal. Here, just let me pull it up, it's, uh, ALPHABRO, all caps."

"Excellent, thanks, dude!" The hunk and Johnny then exchanged some more information and Johnny was soon signed up with a one-month free membership. The hunk had some additional directions for Johnny, which he thought were a bit odd. "Here's your BRO tank top, Johnny! We ask that you wear it in the gym at all times; it's, like, our dress code, dude! And we also have a fire playlist that management asks all new gym goers to listen to. If you give me your phone, I can easily upload it to your favorite music app."

"Um, okay, yeah, I guess," Johnny responded, not exactly sure why management wanted a specific playlist to be listened to by all new gym goers, but he had high hopes for BRO Gym and if he wanted to be a part of it, then he had to follow their weird rules. The hunk added the playlist to his music app, and then told Johnny to enter the locker room to his right. The twink did just that and found it that it was completely empty. It was pristinely clean as well, but devoid of any other guys. Johnny chalked it up to being the middle of the work day for most people and got to changing.

The tank top was comically oversized on him, hanging to almost his knees. It wasn't going to cause much of a problem, though, since Johnny wasn't planning on doing much that would make his shirt bunch up a lot. He expected there to be a bunch more people actually working out in the gym itself, but he seemed to be the only one there. That weirded him out even more, but Johnny didn't leave just yet. He wanted to at least get one workout in before deciding BRO Gym just wasn't for him.

He soon started the playlist that had been downloaded onto his phone. Johnny was a bit old-school and still used wired earplugs, which meant he had to be a little more careful with his phone and where the wires were, but it was a small price to pay for better audio, or so he thought. He walked over to the weights and picked the lightest ones he could find. As he was lifting the weights without much thought put into what muscles he was actually working out, the playlist suddenly changed from some up-tempo pumped up music to a soothing lilting voice.

"Welcome to BRO Gym. Our job at BRO Gym is to make you into a BRO. To do that, you just need to keep listening to my voice as you workout. Working out makes you feel good, but listening to my voice and obeying my commands make you feel even better. You want to get big, don't you, BRO? You want to fill out that tank top, fill out those shorts you're wearing, isn't that right? You will become a BRO if you just keep listening to my voice and working out."

Johnny was even more weirded out by the voice at first, but the soothing hypnotic undertones quickly got to him and he continued to listen to the voice as he lifted the weights still. However, strangely enough, the hypnosis was working some kind of magic on him. There was clear evidence now of muscle growth in just minutes of working out, and the muscle growth was all over Johnny's body, just not in his arms, which would have been the expected place for any muscle growth, if that. As it turned on, it wasn't exactly magical hypnosis that caused the muscle growth, but something else.

"Here at BRO Gym, you will be breathing in a special mixture created by our founders. It's odorless but has substantial effects on your journey to becoming a BRO. You only need to keep working out for one gym session to become a BRO, and then you'll stay a BRO forever. However, there are some side effects to being a BRO. One is that there will be a drop in intelligence. However, many men and women love dumb BROs, so it is a small price to pay to become a BRO!"

Johnny continued listening as the hypnotic vocals continued and so did the muscle growth. He was definitely filling in his tank top now, which was getting to be more of a normal length, as his pecs ballooned and his abs became visible and chiseled. His arms were increasing in sizes as well, from his newly rounded shoulders all the way down to his triceps. His glutes and back were gaining some solid mass as well, and his shorts were well on their way to become tight short shorts based on Johnny's muscle growth.

"There is another, more unfortunate, side effect of the mixture that makes you into a BRO. Since the mixture is based off of a selection of steroids, one of the side effects that we could not ameliorate was cock shrinking. BROs have lost considerable length and girth in their cocks, and the biggest cock we have seen in a fully changed BRO is two inches fully erect. However, don't despair! One cool and interesting side effect of the BRO mixture is that your ass is now self-lubricating, just like a pussy! Many BROs refer to their ass as a pussy now anyway, so it works out for the best!"

Johnny was still lifting weights as the muscle growth and other changes continued to happen. By now, he had reached about the size he was at in the picture he would take in the locker room in a few more minutes' time. The tank top was now stretched over his frame, with massive traps and delts and practically every other muscle you could name bulging out. He definitely looked like a BRO now, but one thing that Johnny hadn't realized yet was his lack of a bulge. It would have been quite obvious in the insanely tight shorts he had on now thanks to his tree trunks of legs, but unfortunately, he wasn't one of the lucky ones who ended up with a two inch cock. Johnny barely ended up with a cock at all, a nub barely a quarter of an inch fully hard that looked to be just a hole down there.

However, his new and improved pussy was already leaking juices from the new self-lubrication process that it had gone through. Johnny did have a bubble butt as well thanks to the BRO mixture and the insanely quick muscle growth, but it was able to be spread wide and even the biggest cocks could easily slide in his pussy. The hypnosis continued on for a few more minutes longer, but most of the physical changes were complete. Johnny continued to work out and dumb down until he could barely function outside of eating, sleeping, working out, and sex. The playlist finally shifted back to actual music, and Johnny was taken out of the hypnotic trance-like state he had been in.

Thanks to the incredibly strong dumbing down process that had occurred, Johnny didn't realize that he had just been a stick-thin twink not even an hour ago. But he was a BRO now, a proud BRO! He snapped a picture of himself in the locker room, as seen above, before changing. Well, or at least trying to change. Johnny walked into the front desk area stark naked and asked the hunk working there if he had any other clothes to wear. The hunk surprisingly had clothes handy, at least from Johnny's perspective. However, this BRO had been trained to work at the front desk, instead of becoming a sex and workout fiend like most of the other BROs were.

Johnny soon returned home and looked at his phone. He had received several work emails while he was at the gym, and a part of him still knew that he had to respond to them. He could barely understand what the emails meant, though, and when he tried to log on to do the stuff that he thought he still might be able to do, he couldn't remember his password. He did remember his Grindr and Sniffies passwords, though, and updated his profiles so that the whole world knew that he was a BRO now. It wasn't long before he got fucked for the first time in ages, the stud coming inside of his new and improved pussy. The stud who had just creamed Johnny asked him about his self-lubricating pussy and how that even all worked.

"Like, I don't need to, like, worry that shit! Like, I'm just a BRO, teeheehee!"

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Revenge of the Son

Bryce shuddered as he heard the front door open. The only other person who had a key to the house was his father, and Bryce knew that meant the punishment was going to be begin shortly. Even though Bryce was 19 and was going to college, his father, Reggie, still controlled pretty much every aspect of life. That included who Bryce could hang out with, what he studied in college, and so on. But the in-home punishment was even worse. Reggie worked at a construction site as a foreman, and his team wasn't the best. However, instead of taking out his anger on his subordinates, he took it out on his son.

Thankfully for Bryce, it was normally a spanking. He wasn't allowed to work out and so had a thin lean twink build, while his dad was muscular and barrel-chested. That meant Reggie could easily physically control his son and force him over his knees and pull down his pants and underwear and spank him until his ass was beet red. There was sometimes even more severe punishment, that usually came about when his dad was drinking after a particularly hard work day. Bryce tried to get those memories out of his mind soon after they occurred.

Today was only a spanking, though, but it left his ass beet red as usual and unable to sit for a couple hours. As Reggie cooked the two of them dinner, Bryce spent some time on his computer. Reggie had locked down the computer hard, making sure that Bryce couldn't visit any inappropriate sites, which naturally ranged from all porn sites to even regular Youtube. Bryce was 19 and was still stuck watching Youtube Kids if he ever was in the mood to watch some videos. Bryce knew that he wanted to get revenge on his dad for all of the shit that he put him through and for just how fucking controlling he was. However, it was pretty hard to find good revenge strategies when nearly three-fourths of the internet was blocked off to him.

Thankfully, a saving grace of the Internet blockage was that Reggie did not get any updates when Bryce tried to access a restricted site. Of course, this meant visiting the dark web for strategies was out of the picture too, but as Bryce was standing at his desk, desperately trying to figure out a revenge strategy, it hit him. Not literally, but he had just learned about hypnosis in his intro to psych class in college and wondered if that could work. He thankfully still had access to Google, although most of the sites it offered up were blocked by Reggie's software he had installed. However, Reggie had neglected to block some hypnosis sites, and Bryce found one that would make a custom hypnosis track for him.

The cost was a bit high, but thankfully he had been able to bargain with his dad enough to have his own separate bank account for emergency purposes. It had just enough money inside to be able to afford a custom track, and quite surprisingly, nothing in his dad's software blocked the purchase! Bryce now had a hypnosis track that would change his world, but now he did have another problem: how would he get his dad to listen to the track? Reggie did listen to music and watch TV and movies, but he absolutely hated everything new. If it was made before the turn of the millennium, he didn't like it.

That proved to be a bit of a problem for Bryce, as he didn't have any money left to add it to a CD or something like that. But he soon came up with a plan that he hoped would work. All he needed to do was find some of his dad's earplugs. They were made for construction sites so they blocked out nearly all sound. Since Reggie had his bedroom locked whenever he wasn't home, Bryce needed to find some in the rooms he was allowed to be in when his dad wasn't home. He was extremely lucky to stumble upon a pair that his dad had stored in one of the kitchen drawers for whatever reason. Bryce knew that he only had one shot at this, and he hoped that it would work exactly as he intended, or there would be even more hell to pay.

He was waiting in the hallway with his phone ready and one earplug in. As soon as Bryce heard Reggie unlock the door, he placed the other earplug in and began playing the hypnosis track on full blast, so that Reggie could hear the entire thing before even stepping inside.

"Just listen to my voice. My voice is soothing and calm and relaxing. Don't you want to feel soothed and calm and relaxed, Reggie? Just keep focusing on my voice as I bring you deeper and deeper under hypnosis. You want to go under, you want to feel better, don't you, Reggie? It feels good to just give in and obey, it feels great to give in and obey." The hypnosis was still ongoing, but Bryce couldn't believe that the plan was actually working! Reggie had been entranced by the hypnosis as soon as he stepped through the front door, and he had dropped everything that he had been holding and listened to the voice emanating from Bryce's phone. Bryce could barely hear a thing with the industrial-grade earplugs, but he could tell that his dad was in a trance.

"I will now count backwards from five. With every number, you will go deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control until you are completely and fully under. Five, you are starting to go under my control. Four, you are going deeper and deeper under my control. Three, you are starting to give in and obey. Two, you are almost completely under my hypnotic control. One, you are completely and fully under my hypnotic control, Reggie. You will obey any and all orders that come from me.

"You will no longer punish Bryce in any way, shape, or form. You will remove all the restrictions you have put in place, except for those regarding his safety regardless of the circumstances you have made him endure. Additionally, you will find that you have a strange desire to join the local male strip club. Once you are there and dancing on stage or whatever they will have you do, you will be in full control again, except that you will continue to do whatever the strip club wants you to do. Once you are done with work at the strip club, you will return to a docile state and return home until your next time at the strip club, when the process will repeat."

The hypnosis then repeated itself a couple times and then Reggie was lifted out of the hypnosis. Bryce quickly realized that the hypnosis ended and wanted to make sure that it actually worked. "Uh, hey, dad, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing, Bryce. Hey, I just wanted to apologize for all the shit that I've put you through over the years. I know a simple verbal apology like this won't make it for all of it, but I hope it's a start. I'll start taking off some of the restrictions, like the Internet shit, later. First, I need to, um, go somewhere."

"Go where, Dad?"

"You don't need to know, just that, uh, it's better if you don't know."

"Oh, okay, Dad," Bryce replied, knowing exactly where his now no longer abusive dad was going. He had a few older gay friends in college who visited the local gay strip club, and since he thankfully didn't have restrictions on who he could text anyone, he asked them for a play-by-play of what happened.

Reggie didn't find it strange that he drove himself to a strip club after work, a gay strip club at that. He didn't find it strange when he asked to see the owner and asked if he could become one of the strippers. He didn't find it strange when he went to a back room and performed a private show for the owner and a few more staff members and was hired on the spot. He did find it strange, though, when he was tied up to a metal grate wearing nothing but a jockstrap, which even already had a few bills tucked into the strap.

"What the fuck is going on here!? Where the fuck am I!? Why the fuck am I almost naked!?" The owner and current manager at the strip club were a bit worried, but then some of Bryce's friends flagged them down and explained the unique situation that Reggie was in. They weren't sure how ethical it was, but the fact that they could control Reggie in any way that they wanted proved to be stronger than some of those ethical concerns. Reggie proved to be quite a hit at the club, a seemingly unwilling man forced to strip and humiliate himself. He gained quite a few fans that night, and he was soon promoted to a regular, going there every night of the week after work to dance on the stage and usually do more with the high-paying customers.

Bryce loved every second of the revenge he had gotten on his dad. Back at home, Reggie had no memory of ever working at the strip club, and although he definitely noticed some of the bodily reactions, such as shooting blanks every night instead of a load, he didn't question it or take it out on Bryce all thanks to the hypnosis. In fact, he no longer took out any of his anger on Bryce. Since the time of the hypnosis until Bryce finally moved out, he hadn't been spanked or even yelled at again once. Even after he moved out, though, he made sure that his dad remained a fixture at the local gay strip club, eventually becoming quite the silver fox. Bryce could be seen in the audience every once in a while, enjoying the show but not wanting to incur the wrath of his dad when he was back to his normal, angry self.

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Heteroflexible Hypnosis

Chase knew it. He walked into the locker room a bit earlier than he had anticipated, and while it wasn't completely obvious that Ryder had been sniffing his dirty socks, it was pretty clear that something was going on with the presumably straight stud who frequented the gym. He didn't confront him or anything of the sort, yet. He needed more concrete proof before accusing him of something like that and bringing it to management. However, a plan started to form in Chase's mind later that night, as he was watching some porn.

Chase himself was a gay man, and a proud gay man, and he loved all different kinds of porn. Tonight he stumbled across a rare non-deleted video from Film911 on GayMaleTube, and he decided to watch it because of the hunk on the thumbnail. As it turned out, it was one of their very many hypnosis videos. Chase knew that it wasn't as easy to hypnotize someone in real life, but he could hypnotize Ryder into revealing his true colors. Now that he had the inklings of a plan in place, all Chase needed to do was figure out the specifics.

That proved to be a bit difficult, though, as Chase and Ryder were only passing acquaintances at best, and only saw each other at the gym, and even then, that was infrequent as well. Chase needed some kind of hypnosis that would be fast-acting and do exactly what he wanted. He scoured the web, and even the dark web, looking for hypnosis scripts that would do exactly what he wanted. Thankfully, he found what he was looking for on the regular internet, a script that needed to be listened to for about an hour but severely mind-fucked the listener in the exact way that Chase was wanting. The price of the file was a bit expensive, but it was well worth it for the revenge of sorts on Ryder.

Now that he had the file that would make Ryder do exactly what he wanted, he needed to get the straight stud to listen to it. That was going to be the even more difficult part, as there was no way the script could be overlaid over music or a podcast or anything of the sort. Getting it onto Ryder's device would be easy for Chase, as he just needed to do Airdrop the file, as they both had iPhones. Chase eventually figured out the best approach for this would be just to talk to Ryder, not about the potential sneaking around in the locker room, but as acquaintances.

The next time the two of them were at the gym together and they both hadn't started their workouts yet, Chase approached Ryder just outside the locker room. "Hey, you're Ryder, right?"

"Yeah, uh, why, who's asking?" Ryder responded, hoping that Chase hadn't connected the dots yet.

"Oh, I'm Chase. I've seen you around the gym a few times and we've talked briefly like a couple times before. I hope this isn't too forward of me-"

"Bro, I'm not gay, if that's what you're implying."

"Oh, no no no, sorry you got the wrong impression. I just wanted to share my workout playlist with you. It really gets me fired up to work out and I thought you might wanna try it."

"Oh, okay, yeah, uh, thanks!" Ryder replied, as Chase Airdropped the playlist file to Ryder. After making sure Ryder could still play it, the two of them went their separate ways at the gym, with Chase hoping that the plan would work. Ryder soon put his AirPods in and began listening to the playlist. It was weirdly all one track, but he wondered if it was because all of the tracks blended together, kinda like the thing Apple was trying to push on new users of the music app. Anyway, he did begin listening to it, but it was not at all what he was expecting. A deep and melodious speaking voice came through the AirPods, in a lilting tone of voice that immediately drew his attention.

"You want to listen to my voice, you need to listen to my voice. Listening to my voice makes you feel good inside. You want to feel good inside, don't you? Just keep listening to my voice as you sink deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control." Because of the binaural beats included and the inherent hypnotic factor of the speaker's voice, Ryder didn't question the fact that he was quickly getting hypnotized by the playlist a nearly-complete stranger had just given him. The induction continued, and thankfully it wasn't too strong enough that Ryder had to stop working out and focus solely on the hypnosis.

Eventually, it reached the main part of the hypnosis, the part that Ryder had to pay a little extra for to customize. "You are a straight man. You will continue to be a straight man. However, you will find that you now have a fetish for sniffing dirty clothes of gay men. Only gay men's dirty clothes will get you hard. Straight men's dirty clothes and your own dirty clothes do nothing for you. You are especially attracted to Chase Belafonte's dirty clothes. His dirty clothes make you extra hard, extra horny. You'll do anything to get a whiff, a taste, a scent of Chase Belafonte's dirty clothes.

"As you sniff a gay man's dirty clothes, especially Chase Belafonte's dirty clothes, you will find that you are falling deeper and deeper under their control. You will do anything that they command of you, especially anything that Chase Belafonte commands of you, until five minutes have passed without you sniffing their dirty clothes. Once that time has elapsed, you will have no memory of your servitude to these gay men, especially Chase Belafonte." That repeated twice more to let it really sink in for Ryder, and then Ryder was brought out of hypnosis, coinciding with approximately the end of his workout.

Chase had just about finished his workout when he saw Ryder enter the locker room. Chase was on a treadmill located in the locker room, ostensibly put there for those who wanted more privacy while doing their cardio. However, even the larger individuals who were working out to lose weight usually worked out in the gym proper, as the locker room in this gym was already as cramped as it was. Chase then turned off the treadmill as Ryder walked over to his locker, which just so happened to be next to the treadmill. Chase then took off his socks and shoes, ostensibly to change them in everyone else's eyes, but he wanted to make sure that the hypnosis had actually worked.

As expected, Ryder brazenly grabbed one of Chase's dirty socks and began inhaling its scent deeply. Chase naturally had a response to that. "Hey, what the fuck, Ryder!? What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

"Oh, uh, um, I don't know what I'm doing!" Ryder announced, clearly conflicted by the fact that his cock was getting hard sniffing a gay man's dirty clothes but also knowing that he was still straight as an arrow.

"Well, I know exactly what you're doing. You're sniffing a gay man's dirty clothes, and my clothes especially turn you the fuck on, isn't that right, Ryder?"

"Oh fuck yes, Chase, I fucking love your dirty clothes!" Ryder blurted out, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment from admitting that out loud.

"But you've secretly always loved sniffing my dirty clothes, isn't that right, Ryder, even before you were hypnotized?"

"What, no!" Ryder exclaimed, before taking a deep whiff of Chase's dirty sock again. "Some other dude who goes to the gym loves sniffing dirty clothes. I saw him do it to your clothes just the other day!"

"Oh," Chase replied. He had been so sure that it was Ryder who had been sniffing his dirty clothes, but now, it was actually kinda hot that he had hypnotized a straight guy who had no prior love of sniffing dirty clothes into someone who did! "Put that sock in your mouth, Ryder, suck all my sweat from my used dirty sock."

"Yes, Chase, anything you say," Ryder responded, his cheeks somehow turning a darker shade of red as the straight man took the sock he had been sniffing and placed it in his mouth. Chase then took off his shirt and cast it aside before picking up his other dirty sock and dangling it in front of Ryder's face.

"You want this other dirty sock, don't ya, Ryder? What should I make you do with it? Shove it in your mouth as well, make you sniff this one as well, oh, I know!" Chase said, beaming as a devious idea crossed his mind as he was having so much with the now heteroflexible hypnotized straight stud. "Pull down your pants and underwear and use my dirty sock as a cum rag."

"Yes, Chase, anything you say," Ryder replied, albeit without anyone else actually knowing what he truly said thanks to the sock still in his mouth, as the hypnosis took over and he followed Chase's commands willingly. Ryder was technically no stranger to being half-naked in the locker room, but being rock hard and stroking his cock using another man's dirty sock which would also serve as a cum rag was definitely something he had never experienced before. Chase loved watching the straight man jerk off with his dirty sock around his cock, and it was only a couple minutes later when Ryder made his O-face and starting cumming inside of the sock. It was a surprisingly big load, and once Ryder was done, he looked up expectingly at Chase.

"Give me both of my socks back, and make sure you get dressed before the hypnosis wears off. I'm gonna have so much more fun with you, and I'm gonna tell all my gay friends to start frequenting this gym too, especially when you're here."

"Yes, Chase, anything you say," Ryder said, clearly this time as he had already taken the sock out of his mouth and handed it to Chase. Chase luckily had another pair of socks to wear home, as one was filled with another man's cum and the other was even more wet than when he took it off in the first place. Chase quickly changed and left the locker room before Ryder's hypnosis wore off, even though Ryder wouldn't remember anything about what just happened. The hypnosis wore off while Ryder was in the locker room, thankfully dressed and already changed into the clothes he would be wearing outside the gym. He did feel a little odd, almost like he had just ejaculated. He really wasn't in a position to check that out right now, but drove home. His college-aged son was home for spring break right now, and he had recently come out as gay to both his parents.

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Pocket-Sized

Nathan couldn't believe that his ruse had worked! He had talked the dorm's RA into letting him to the dorm room that Chad and Thad shared. The two jocks weren't related biologically, but they were both dumb jock bros who were barely passing any classes and only remained at college because they were star players on the football team. The twinky nerdy Nathan had a crush on the two jocks, but even if they were gay or bi, which was highly unlikely, they probably wouldn't go for someone like him. Nathan was ostensibly there to tutor the two jocks, which was why the RA had let him in so easily.

However, the real reason Nathan was in their dorm room was so that he could sniff the jocks' dirty clothes. As he had expected, the two of them didn't do laundry often, and so a plethora of dirty clothes remained scattered around the dorm room floor. It did take a minute or so of searching, but eventually Nathan found two pairs of jocks from two separate piles, so he assumed that he had one of Chad's and one of Thad's. He had made sure to lock the door after he was let in, so he took out his cock and began stroking it as he huffed the dirty and musky jockstraps.

As he moaned and groaned in ecstasy from sniffing those dirty musky jocks, the jocks that normally wore them opened their dorm room door. Of course they had locked it when they had left for practice, so that wasn't strange, but what was strange was the rando in their room half-naked and huffing their dirty musky jockstraps.

"Hey, bro, what the fuck!?" Chad screamed.

"Yeah, bro, what the fuck are ya doing!?" Thad added.

"Oh, well, uh, I can explain!" Nathan blurted out, trying desperately to come up with an explanation that made a lick of sense.

"Yeah, we know what you're doing, fag," Chad noted.

"And we don't like fags like you sneaking into our dorm room and getting off on our dirty clothes, isn't that right, Chad?" Thad asked.

"That's right, Thad, and I think this nerdy fag here needs to be punished." Nathan was a bit conflicted in the moment, having pulled up his pants and underwear but still trapped in the room with the two jocks. What they had in store in him just might turn him on even more and lead to a never-ending cycle of humiliation. What the jocks did next shocked Nathan a little bit, though, as Thad, the one in the red shorts, gave Nathan a bearhug, holding him firmly in place as Chad went over to one of the closets in the room. Nathan could smell the musk wafting from Thad's pits and the rest of his body, and he tried pretty hard to get his boner to subside.

Chad rifled around at the bottom of the closet, seemingly unlocking a false bottom. Nathan was a bit shocked when Chad presented a vial filled with a red bubbling liquid to him.

"I bet you don't know what this is, huh, don't ya, ya nerd?" Nathan shook his head in agreement, in that he didn't know why a jock like Chad would be hiding some chemistry equipment in their room. "Well, it's a secret formula that I had a nerd like you make for us in case there was ever another one who wanted to sniff our dirty jocks or do something else with us, isn't that right, Thad?"

"Yeah, Chad, we've kept the formula hidden for a few weeks now, but you were the first unlucky bastard to try to pull one over on us, so we're gonna have some fun with you. Open up, nerd!" The two jocks chuckled as Thad continued the bearhug, leaving no room for Nathan to struggle or try to escape. Meanwhile, Chad plugged Nathan's nose shut, and the nerdy twink eventually had to open his mouth to breathe. When that happened, about thirty seconds later, Chad seized the opportunity and poured the entire contents of the vial down Nathan's throat. The changes as a result of whatever in the vial started to happen quite quickly.

Nathan felt himself getting smaller and smaller, even as the pressure Thad was giving as part of the bearhug was seemingly getting stronger and stronger. Eventually, Nathan was able to sneak out of the bearhug, but then immediately tripped over himself, his clothes seemingly the same size as before and not changing to match Nathan's new frame. As he tried to get to his feet again, he found it more and more difficult to do as the world around him was seemingly getting bigger and bigger by the second. It was then that it finally clicked for the nerd, and an extremely high-pitched voice due to his new size, he yelled at the two jocks.

"Why the fuck are you shrinking me, guys!? I don't want to be some little person! We can work this out! I can actually tutor you, do your homework, anything else you want me to do, just make me big again!" As Nathan said that, he was getting smaller and smaller with every word, eventually falling through one of his pant legs and onto the ground. He wasn't microscopic by any means, but he hoped that he was small enough to evade capture by the jocks and escape. Unfortunately for Nathan, he had just about finished shrinking by the time he got to the door, and he found that he was just too big, ironically, to sneak out under the door frame, even if he was on his stomach. Chad, who had taken off his shirt alongside Thad, and was wearing some black shorts, then picked up the tiny and shrunken Nathan and placed him on the desk that they had in the dorm room.

"We're gonna have so much fun with you!" Chad chuckled.

"Yes, Chad, that's right, bro. You know, I've always fantasized about a chick being this side and playing with my body. I guess a dude isn't as bad, but we're definitely the ones in control, aren't we, Chad?"

"Yeah, Thad, we're gonna make this nerd here into our lil' bitch!" Both jocks laughed at the pun while Nathan was freaking the fuck out. He hoped that the two jocks weren't into vore/cannibalism or even sounding. Those two would just be going too far, and while Nathan didn't express that to the two jocks, Thad and Chad secretly agreed with him. They were going to have some fun with the pocket-sized Nathan in some other ways. They began by pulling down their shorts and underwear and freeing their cocks.

Both jocks, unsurprisingly, had monster cocks which were quickly getting hard in anticipation of having fun with Nathan. Their cocks were now bigger than Nathan was once they got fully hard, even though they were both around eight inches long with a sizable amount of girth to them as well. Chad picked up Nathan and then placed him on his shaft. Nathan would have been pretty turned on by this if he didn't realize what was going to happen next. Chad then began stroking his dick, as well as Nathan.

Nathan was rubbed up and down Chad's shaft, quickly being covered in dick sweat and grease. His own extremely tiny dick was getting hard as well, but the pleasure was much more geared towards Chad, who was enjoying the very unorthodox sex toy. Surprisingly, Nathan wasn't injured at all by being constantly rubbed against two different sets of skin, although he did get quite greasy by the time that he switched over to Thad's cock. The same thing happened, although it was a bit smoother now that he had all of that dick grease on him. Thad was a bit rougher while jerking off, but still no injuries to Nathan as the jocks had their way with him.

A few minutes later, Thad was a bit closer to cumming but had tired of his new sex toy already. "What are we gonna do with him next?" he asked Chad, holding Nathan securely in his palm.

"Hmm, I think I have a plan!" Chad chuckled, as he looked around the room for a box or container or something similar. He soon found an Amazon box that had been opened already in the mess of a room and placed Nathan inside of it. The box was big enough and Nathan was so small enough that he couldn't escape from the box easily, and even when Chad rotated it 90 degrees or so, there still wasn't enough room on the sides for Nathan to sneak out. Thad was a bit puzzled by what his bro had in mind, but it wasn't too long before Chad let out a long thick juicy protein fart.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

The noxious fumes washed over Nathan and invaded his nostrils as he was getting hotboxxed in a literal box. Thankfully for him, Chad couldn't fart on command, but the humiliation of the fart would be with him for quite some time. However, he had neglected to anticipate that Thad also needed to fart pretty soon too, and with a delicate maneuver, Chad transferred the box over to behind Thad's ass seconds before the jock let one rip.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRR!

Somehow, the noxious fumes from Thad's fart were even worse than Chad's. After letting Nathan stew in the fumes for a few more minutes, Chad removed the box from Thad's ass and placed Nathan back on the desk again.

"What other sick and perverted things do you have planned for me!?" Nathan asked, screaming his question in hopes that the jocks would hear him. His voice was extremely high-pitched now but just low enough that the jocks could still hear him and respond.

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with some more sick and perverted things to do with you, but it's about time to introduce you to your new friend," Chad noted.

"Oh yeah, that will be a fun time, and it'll give us even more time to come up with new ways to have fun with you guys!"

"You guys!?" Nathan thought to himself. "Did they already shrink down someone else?" His worst fears were confirmed when he was picked up and taken over to the closet, which had a drawer on the bottom. It was mostly empty, with some water in a bowl and a bowl full of human food on one side and two other shrunken-down males on the other side. Nathan was dropped inside, not enough to cause any lasting injury but to further add to his humiliation.

"Say hello to your new roommates! We haven't bothered learning your name yet, but we'll ask you the next time we wanna have fun with you!" Thad noted as Chad closed the drawer, leaving the three pocket-sized males in total darkness. Nathan couldn't believe that he had been deigned to such a strange fate. It was weirdly erotic but he had a lot of other things going for him in life, such as a recent acceptance into a Ph.D. program. All of that would be ruined now, just because he was too fucking horny.

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That's Not My Pookums

Davis didn't want to go back home during summer break from college. He unfortunately couldn't get on-campus housing for the summer, and he couldn't afford to rent a place for the summer before moving back into the dorms in the fall. So, he found himself on a plane back home, wondering how he would explain all of the changes to his single mother, Deborah. For starters, Davis had come out as gay. He didn't post it on his socials yet, since his mother followed him on Facebook and Instagram, but everyone in his life knew that he was gay.

Additionally, Davis had bulked up over the course of the school year. He had been the stereotypical weak scrawny nerd all throughout high school, and he vowed to change that when he went away to college. He was still lovingly called nerdy by his closest friends, but a consistent gym regiment had bulked him up immensely. Davis wasn't a bodybuilder by any means, but he was definitely considered a "hunk" or "stud" now.

One final change was in Davis's career. He had actually started college working as a barista, but as he gained more and more muscle, some of his other gay friends thought that he would be a great cam boy. Davis tentatively tried out one night, and he made two weeks' salary as a barista from his camming tips that night! He put in his two weeks' notice at the coffee shop and began camming every night. He did have some loyal fans who expected to see him most nights and tipped well enough that Davis could cover all the expenses that he needed to.

Thankfully, when Davis touched down at his local airport, it was the middle of the workday, and Deborah would still be at her job. Davis paid for a ride-share back to his house, and quickly unpacked. He liked to wear baggy clothes that hid the fact that he was ripped, so he didn't have to worry too much about his mom finding out about his new muscle mass. However, because of the end of the semester and traveling, Davis hadn't cammed in a few days, and his fans were getting antsy. He had a couple hours to kill until the end of the workday, so he set up a makeshift rig and began camming.

Unfortunately for Davis, he didn't know that Deborah worked odd hours and not the full 9-5 workday anymore. That meant she got home while Davis was still in the middle of camming. Both individuals were a bit quiet as they did their respective tasks, until Deborah heard Davis say something from his room. "Thanks for the tip, bro! Just a few dollars more, guys, and these undies come off!"

"Is my son a whore?" Deborah thought, and immediately rushed upstairs to her son's room. She did have the foresight to not barge in there and potentially see him stark naked, so instead she opened the door slightly. Davis was in the middle of doing some bodybuilding poses, trying to entice the viewers to tip just a little bit, when he heard the door creak open.

"Mom, hey, now's not a good time to come in! I'm, uh, getting changed for dinner!" Deborah didn't care for the excuse, knowing what she had heard, and continued to open the door. Thankfully Davis wasn't naked, but he was dressed only in his underwear with a visible bulge with a camera rolling, capturing the whole thing, for all of the fans and viewers to see. The chat lit up as Deborah made her way into the frame, at the same time that Deborah was lit up in her own way.

"Oh my gosh, what has happened to you, Davis!? That's not the pookums I remember that went off to college nine months ago!"

"Mom, oh my god, I'm in the middle of something!" Davis shrieked, turning off the camera and the livestream as quickly as he could.

"Well, yes, honey, I can certainly see that. You're one of those internet whores now, are you?"

"Mom, I can explain! You see, well, uh-"

"No need to explain, honey. The Lord knows that I experimented in college too. But if you must be a whore, then you need to film outside of the house. I can't have that much sin in my house, don't you understand, Davis?"

"I really don't, Mom, and can you please get out so that I can actually get dressed this time?"

"Of course, honey. We'll talk more over dinner!" Davis breathed a sigh of relief when Deborah finally closed the bedroom door and he was able to get dressed. He knew that something was off about his mom, as she was taking all of this in stride. True, there were some things that she seemed upset about, but at least she didn't notice that most of the viewers were gay men and the website he was camming on had "gay" right there in the name.

An hour or so later, Davis walked downstairs, half expecting his mom's church group to be waiting in the living room for an intervention. Instead, Deborah was busy in the kitchen, still making dinner. There was a glass of water on the dining room table. "Drink up, honey. You must be parched after that long flight of yours! I noticed you hadn't touched any food or water since you got home."

"Mom, it's only been a few hours and they have water and food even on those shorter flights. But thanks for the water anyway!" Davis drank a few sips of the water before asking his mom if she needed any help in the kitchen. Deborah didn't need any help, so Davis then wanted to talk to his mom about what she had seen upstairs. However, his body had other plans. "Hey, uh, Mom, I'm feeling pretty, uh, woozy. Do you, do you think we should call, uh, 911?"

"No, don't worry, pookums, it's just the rohypnol kicking it in. I wasn't sure how much the dosage should be, so I guess it worked much faster than I expected!" Deborah replied, with a cheery grin on his face. Davis barely had time to comprehend what his mom had said before the drug kicked in and he collapsed to the ground. Thankfully, he didn't knock anything off of the stove or cause a fire or anything like that, but that was the least of his problems now.

He woke up sometime later in a room that definitely wasn't in his house. Thankfully, Davis was still clothed, but he was securely bound to the chair that he was sitting on. A few seconds after he had woken up, a doctor in a white coat entered the room. "Hey, what the fuck is going on here, doc!? I think my mom drugged me or something!?"

"Yes, Deborah did say that she administered a comically high amount of rohypnol to knock you out so that we could easily transport you here. A bit too much, if you ask me, but there's not really a guide for drugging your own son. Am I rambling too much, Davis?"

"Fuck yeah you are! Fuckin' let me go, doc!"

"Oh, you'll be let go soon, Davis, but we first we need to make some changes."

"Wait, what the fuck, what kind of changes!?"

"Oh, if you just wait, we'll explain them to you as we go along. The Process will take some time, as unfortunately we can't do all the steps at once, or your brain will explode," the doctor added, nonchalantly.

"What the fuck!" Davis repeated. "Get me out of here, I don't consent to this shit!"

"Oh, we don't need your consent, Davis. Normally we would start with a muscle growth injection, but according to Deborah, you have a solid amount of muscle on you already. We know that some women like bodybuilders and that obscene amount of muscle, but we checked your muscle mass and most of the female staff here found you quite suitable."

"Well, uh, I guess that's a good thing, doc, but here's the thing: I'm gay. Not even a lick of bisexuality in me."

"Yes, we already knew that, Davis, Deborah told us in the intake interview. So, we will move onto the next step, which is making you straight as an arrow!" Davis's eyes bugged out as the door to the room opened and some medical staff walked in. There were various medical supplies on a tray that they wheeled in, included something that Davis recognized as a drill.

"Wait, what the fuck are you gonna do to me!?"

"Well, we begin with what we call 'trepanation', which is just the short way of saying that we will drill a hole through your skull so that your brain is exposed. Then we will inject the various formulas directly into your brain, quickly changing your brain chemistry and neural pathways into what God intended them to be."

"Oh my fuckin' god, get me the fuck out of here!" Davis screamed, as he thrashed around in the chair, hoping that it would break or something. Instead, the beefiest member of the medical staff held him in place as he was injected with a paralytic, as the head doctor explained in excruciating detail what was about to happen to him. Davis was paralyzed but fully conscious as the trepanation began. It wasn't long before the brain was exposed and the first of the larger syringes was injected directly into his brain. Since the brain didn't feel pain, Davis wasn't in pain from the injection, but he was in emotional pain as some of the changes started to take effect.

The thoughts of cock and ass and ball sweat were quickly replaced with tits and pussy and squirting. There was nothing that Davis could do as his sexuality was quickly rewired from gay to straight. What made it even worse was that Davis knew exactly what was happening to him, but he was powerless to stop it. Instead of wondering what the beefy medical staff member looked like under his lab coat, his thoughts were replaced with just how busty the female staff members were. After a few more minutes passed, the head doctor spoke up again.

"Due to the paralytic, we unfortunately can't ask you if the sexuality change truly worked, but we have had a 100% success rate so far in all previous iterations of the Process, so lets' move onto the next phase, the dumbing down portion. Women are usually drawn to himbos, believe it or not, and since you attended an Ivy League school this past year and are a member of MENSA according to Deborah, the dumbing down will be quite intense. It's pretty much the same process as the sexuality change, just with a different formula!"

Davis couldn't believe that he was going to be turned into a dumb himbo! He was proud of his intelligence but there was nothing he could do. At even the slightest twitch of unwanted movement, more of the paralytic was administered, technically for his safety but also so that he was completely powerless to resist the changes. He was once again injected directly into the brain, and it wasn't long before his thoughts began changing for the worse again. While he couldn't really express that he had dumbed down, his thoughts were no longer complex. Instead, they became quite simple, focused mostly on working out, sex, hot babes, and food. A few more minutes passed again, and the head doctor once again spoke up.

"The dumbing down or himboficiation process should now be complete! Please note that the Process is irreversible, so even if you do try to become intelligent again, your new and improved neural pathways will stop you. And finally, here is the last part of the Process. It involves a personality change. This part I consider to be the funnest as it all depends on the individual and what the person who brought them in wants them to truly be. Unfortunately Deborah can't join us in the room right now, but she requested that her son turned into a conservative Christian, just like her! Thankfully we already had that strand of personality change formula made, in bulk I should add, so that's why we are able to get you in to undergo the Process so quickly!"

Davis was horrified as they walked over with the last syringe and injected it directly into his brain again. Davis certainly wasn't apolitical, but he was definitely far from conservative, a liberal leftist if he had to describe himself. And he was also an atheist after he had learned about all the horrors of organized religion, especially the Catholic Church too. But his thoughts were soon replaced with those of MAGA and Trump and church and spreading the gospel and having his wife pump out as many babies as she possibly could. Davis was now a new man, for better or for worse.

The medical team then did some surgery to replace the part of the skull they had removed, and an hour or so later, it looked like Davis hadn't had brain surgery at all. The paralytics continued throughout the surgery, so it wasn't until Davis was finally free from his bonds that the doctors could verify that the Process truly worked. "Davis, what sexuality are you?" asked the head doctor.

"I'm straight, doc. Don't need none of those fancy-ass terms to describe me. I'm certainly not a fag if that's what you're implying, doc."

"Of course not, sir. And for the next question, can you describe the current geopolitical atmosphere in the Middle East?"

"Doc, don't use such big words like that, dude! But Trump knows exactly what he's doing in the Middle East, and I reckon that they'll all be converted to Christianity before I leave this Earth."

"Good, good, thanks for answering our questions, Davis. You are now free to leave!"

"Well, I was gonna fuckin' leave anyway once you open the goddamned door, doc." Davis was escorted back to the waiting room, where Deborah was waiting with a humongous grin on her face. "Momma, why are you here? And why am I here, now that I think about it?"

"Oh, pookums, don't worry about that. The docs just needed to run some tests on you after you fell at home."

"Oh, okay, Momma. Hey, you don't mind if I drop out of college, right? All those smarty-pants leftist bootlickers are too much for me. I reckon I'd be better off staying close to you, finding a beautiful woman to marry, and doing some work for the local church."

"Of course, Davis, anything you want, pookums!" Deborah hugged her new and much improved, in her eyes, son, and gave a thumbs up to the head doc before mother and son went back home.

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The Secret of Locker #69

Devin had always wondered what was in Locker #69. He had been in the Bulldogs' locker room probably over a thousand times by the start of the wrestling season his senior year, but he had never seen any player, or even coach for that matter, use that locker. Devin had asked around occasionally, but never got a solid answer about whose locker it was and what was inside of it. He wondered if whatever was in the locker was behind some of the local athlete disappearances.

Disappearance wasn't the best word, though. It wasn't like these athletes had gone completely missing, but they were definitely no longer their old selves. All of them had ballooned in muscle mass, even the couple swimmers and divers who had changed. All of them were now blonde and had gotten much dumber. Devin knew that they had somehow been himbofied, but he wasn't sure exactly how, and like most of the student body, he wasn't going around asking questions about that.

However, he got his chance to see what was in Locker #69 in the middle of the wrestling season. Devin was the last one at practice today, helping to put away the mats and getting some advice from his head coach. His coach needed to leave immediately after everything was cleaned up, though, due to a family emergency that wasn't too urgent but still needed his prompt attention. Devin made his way into the locker room to change, but soon realized that no one else was in there. Right now was probably going to be his only shot at figuring out what was inside Locker #69 and who was assigned to it.

He didn't bother changing out of his sweaty musky singlet before making his way over to the locker. There was a lock on it, of course, but Devin had learned a trick about these locks last year when he accidentally messed up his new code. There was a secret combination that would unlock any of these locks. It wasn't given out willy-nilly, though, which was why not everyone had checked out what was inside Locker #69. Devin then used the special code on the lock, and it unlocked itself.

He placed the lock on one of the chairs in the locker room before opening up the locker itself. Inside the locker was one singular jockstrap. Devin took it out and his eyes bugged out after taking a breath. The jockstrap was absolutely pungent and reeked of every kind of male odor known to man. However, Devin was actually into that. It was no secret that he was gay, and he took the jockstrap and put it up right by his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of the jockstrap was heavenly, and Devin found himself rubbing his cock through his singlet.

In fact, the smell was so intoxicating that Devin didn't care if anyone saw him sniffing their jockstrap; it just smelled so fuckin' good! He didn't even bother to take his singlet or his own jockstrap off, rubbing his cock through the fabric as he sat down on another chair in the locker room. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he moaned, as he was lost in the pleasure of the jockstrap. Devin reckoned that this must be what gooning feels like to some guys, lost in the bliss of jerking off.

In fact, Devin was getting lost in the bliss of jerking off to the aromatic scent of the jockstrap. He had lost all track of time and even where he was. All he could focus on was jerking off to the jockstrap. That meant that he didn't notice the head football coach entering the locker room and making his way over to the part of the locker room where Locker #69 was located. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched Devin jerk off, lost in the bliss of the musky jockstrap. The football coach then leaned over and carefully took the jockstrap out of Devin's hands and placed it back in Locker #69 before locking it back up again with the true combination that only he knew.

Devin's cock was still rock-hard and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum through his own jockstrap and singlet, but his eyes were glazed over and his brain was barely working as a result of breathing in the special fumes from that jockstrap. The football coach then asked Devin a few questions.

"What's your name, son?"

"Devin Franco, sir," he replied.

"And how did you get into Locker #69?"

"I knew the special code to unlock any of the locks we use in this locker room, sir."

"I see," the coach said. "I'm always afraid that they aren't dumbed down enough and reveal my secret, but it's always been the special code so far, which is good. And do you want to sniff the jockstrap a bit more, Devin?"

"Fuck yes, Coach, I'd do anything to get another sniff!"

"Then come with me, Devin, but not before- Well, a singlet and a jock should be stretchy enough already, so just come with me."

"Yes, sir," Devin replied, following the football coach's orders. The dazed wrestler followed the coach to one of the janitor's closets, which the coach surprisingly had a key for. The inside of the closet was much bigger than Devin had anticipated it would be, and there were no mops or other cleaning supplies to be seen. Instead, there were a lot of monitors, wires, and what seemed to be chemistry equipment all neatly set up.

"Sit down while I set everything up," Coach ordered.

"Yes, sir," Devin replied, sitting down on the comfy chair in the middle of the room. It was much better than the folding chairs and wooden benches in the locker room, but Devin was still so completely mindfucked from the jockstrap scent that he barely realized what was going on here. A couple minutes later, the coach handed Devin a beaker full of a bubbly green substance.

"Here, drink this."

"Yes, sir," Devin said as he took the beaker and chugged it. The coach laughed.

"It's just too easy once you've had enough of my special jockstrap scent! The himbofication process is so much easier when I have a willing victim!" He chuckled to himself as Devin finished every last drop of the himbo juice and handed the beaker back to the coach. This was the fun part, at least from Coach's perspective, as he got to see all of these changes happening.

Devin's body increased in muscle mass all over. Devin hadn't been a skinny twig of a guy before, but the himbofication process always added more muscle, even to the most muscular football players Coach had had undergo this process. Devin's pecs protruded out from his body much more and were soft and squishy, just how Coach liked them. His chiseled six-pack of abs were now plainly visible through the singlet as he gained quite a bit of muscle mass in that area.

The fact that he was wearing a singlet was even better as Devin's arms were completely exposed and Coach didn't need to worry about cleaning up any fabric that had tattered or had been torn apart by the insane muscle growth that was happening. Devin's biceps were now humongous, almost comically large but that was also just how Coach liked them. The rest of his arm muscles grew in size to match, as well as the rest of Devin's upper body muscles. The senior wrestler now looked like a bodybuilder from the waist up, a bloated but very hot himbo bodybuilder.

Of course, the bulge at the front of Devin's singlet and jockstrap, which had never really gone down since sniffing Coach's special jockstrap, just got bigger and bigger. Devin gained quite a few inches in length and in girth. Devin wouldn't be fucking any tight holes with his new cock any time soon, but like every part of the process, Coach loved it. Devin's ass also ballooned in size as well, becoming even more of a bubble butt. In fact, it became so much of a bubble butt that the fabric on Devin's back barely touched his skin anymore!

And finally, the last part of the muscle growth was in the legs. Devin had had some solid legs before, but they grew into tree trunks for legs, and that wasn't hyperbole this time. While not comically or impossibly large, Devin's legs were definitely as big as some smaller trees right now! The physical changes weren't done yet, though. Devin's face became more angular and chiseled, and he became a natural blonde as a result of the himbo juice. The rest of the changes were mostly mental, dumbing down Devin and making him into a sex-addicted slut.

While the himbo juice was quite effective at the himbofication process, Coach wanted to make sure that the mental effects never went away, which explained the monitors and wires and other miscellaneous equipment in the janitor's closet that was anything but. The coach then placed a VR headset over Devin's still-glazed eyes and put some headphones on him as well. He didn't bother securing them tightly as there was an extremely slim, practically infinitesimal chance that Devin would actually resist.

Of course, Devin didn't resist as the himbo hypnosis played on a loop as the rest of the himbo juice worked its magic. An hour or so later, the football coach walked back into the janitor's closet and took the equipment off of Devin. Devin's eyes were no longer glazed-over, but instead they had a sex-crazed look to them. "So, did you enjoy learning the secret of Locker #69?" Coach asked.

"Like, I tots don't know what you're talking about, teeheehee!" Devin responded. "I'm, like, just a dumb sexy himbo, teeheehee!"

"Yes, yes you are," Coach replied with a sly grin on his face. Devin then joined Coach's cabal of sex-driven himbos, working at various strips clubs or on the apps like OnlyFans across the country. Coach had a sizable amount of income from his himbo cabal, and only remained a coach at this university to lure more men into his himbo trap, and because he did genuinely enjoy coaching football. The secret of Locker #69 continued to remain a mystery to most of the other male athletes, and whenever someone dared try to actually figure it out, they met the same fate as Devin and the rest of Coach's himbo hunks.

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Y/N and Shawn Mendes

A/N: This blog is NOT turning into a role-play blog or anything of the sort, but the idea to do a story like this based off of this insanely hot Shawn gif was too good to pass up. I am open to RP here or on Discord too if anyone is interested! Hope you enjoy!

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Y/N knocked on the front door of the house. Y/N had made it through security, without having to sneak around or through the back. Y/N couldn't believe it, but Shawn Mendes, the famous singer, actually wanted you. Y/N patiently waited by the door for Shawn to come and answer it. It was about a minute before he answered the door, wearing a fairly tight Nike compression shirt that showed off his pecs. Y/N knew that Shawn wasn't a bodybuilder by any means, but his cute puffy pecs that protruded out from his body just enough turned you on immensely.

"I'm so glad that you could make it, Y/N!" Shawn said, with a large and genuine smile on his face. He was wearing grey sweatpants and no socks or shoes in his house. Y/N found that to be a little odd, but Y/N was also very much into feet, so it worked out for the better!

"I wouldn't have missed our meeting for the world, Shawn! I'm so surprised that you invited me to your place on our first date!"

"Well, Y/N, it's because I naturally enjoy privacy for what's gonna happen in the later part of our date. But first, let's get to know each other a bit more." Y/N giggled as Y/N stepped into Shawn's palatial estate. It took about another minute to get to the living room, where Y/N and Shawn sat down, right next to each other. "What do you do for work, Y/N?" Shawn asked, and Y/N and Shawn got to know each other a bit more, on a surface level. It was well over a half hour later when Y/N noticed a bulge starting to form in Shawn's sweatpants.

"So, it is time to move on to the second part of our date?" Y/N asked playfully, swatting at the bulge, making it obvious what Y/N really wanted.

"Fuck yeah!" Shawn moaned, a small little drop of pre-cum now visible through the grey sweatpants. "But there's one thing that you should know, Y/N, and it's that I like to keep my clothes on for as long as possible. Of course, once we start fucking and get all sweaty and musky then I'll take my shirt off, but while you suck me off, I'm gonna keep it on, okay?"

"Of course, Shawn!" Y/N replied. Y/N would have followed any of Shawn's orders, just for the chance of actually having sex with him. Y/N then stripped yourself, showing off your body to the international pop singer. It was quite clear why Shawn had chose Y/N over all of his other fans, since Y/N's body was practically perfect. Y/N then got on your knees, naked in front of Shawn while he laid back on the couch, showing complete subservience to him. Y/N then gently tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, quickly revealing that he was going commando as well.

"Fuck that's hot!" Y/N moaned gently, under your breath, as you kept tugging on the waistband until it was pulled down enough for Shawn's cock to flop out. "Oh, FUCK!" Y/N practically screamed upon seeing Shawn's monster cock for the first time. He was definitely a grower, the bulge in his sweatpants from before hiding just how enormous his cock was in both length and girth. Y/N didn't waste any more time, pulling down his sweatpants entirely and even helping the singer to take them off. Shawn was clean-shaved down there, including his bulbous balls as well. Y/N watched as his cock just seemed to be getting larger and larger by the second, just by looking at Y/N.

"Touch it," Shawn ordered gently, and Y/N complied. It certainly wasn't the first cock that Y/N had touched, but it had to have been one of the biggest, if not the biggest cock. Y/N began stroking Shawn's dick, making sure that it was fully hard. It was pointing straight up towards the ceiling, and when Y/N playfully pushed it back to Shawn's shirt, he noted that it went past his belly button at this length. Y/N continued to stroke Shawn's cock for a couple more minutes or so, until the pop singer took control and grabbed Y/N by the hair. "It's time to start sucking," he ordered, a bit more gruffly than before.

However, the dominance turned Y/N on quite a bit, and Y/N happily obliged with Shawn's orders. Y/N started off slowly, licking the tip of Shawn's cock and even playing with his piss slit a little bit. Shawn moaned in ecstasy and rolled his head back as well, mirroring what was shown in the above gif. Y/N teased him by just focusing on the tip for a couple minutes before opening wide and starting to suck on Shawn's cock. Girth-wise, it wasn't too big and Y/N would have been able to take it all down your throat had it been shorter in length. However, Shawn's monster cock was too much for Y/N, and Y/N sputtered and coughed before coming up for air.

Shawn chuckled as Y/N caught their breath. "Don't worry, most people can't swallow the entire thing. Now Justin, his throat was impeccable, able to swallow the entire thing and hold it there for seconds, but don't compare yourself to him. You're doing a great job!" The praise from Shawn caused Y/N to leak a little bit, and then Y/N went back to, taking as much down your throat as possible and giving Shawn the best blowjob Y/N could possibly give him. Shawn didn't want to change positions at all while getting a blowjob, and Y/N was fine with that.

Y/N actually ended up changing positions a couple times, though, to get more comfortable, as being on their knees the entire time would have been a bit too much. It seemed like forever, but eventually Shawn whispered in Y/N's ear, "Take off my shirt. It's time to breed that cute plump fuckable ass of yours." Y/N continued to suck Shawn off for a few second longer as his upper body was finally revealed. His few tattoos and lean muscles were finally visible and Y/N leaked a little bit again. As Y/N got into position, starting in doggy style, Shawn applied some lube to his cock. Y/N and Shawn had already agreed beforehand and Y/N was fine without a condom and even getting bred by the singer.

Shawn was soon ready, and Y/N waited in anticipation as Shawn lined up his cock with your hole. He had skipped giving Y/N a rimjob, but Y/N didn't mind, as Y/N was going to get fucked by Shawn fuckin' Mendes regardless. Y/N then felt the tip of Shawn's cock push up against their hole. Y/N loosened up as much as they could, gently allowing Shawn's cock to make their way inside of them. Y/N continued to be relaxed as Shawn pushed deeper and deeper, easily making his way past the second hole as well and getting deep inside Y/N. Y/N had taken their fair share of cocks before, so what Shawn was doing was possible, but Y/N had honestly never been fucked literally that deep before.

"Oh, FUCK!" Y/N yelped, in a small bit of pain but mostly pleasure as Shawn's balls slapped against Y/N's ass. The pop singer had made his way balls-deep inside Y/N, and the mix of emotions was ecstatic as well. Shawn then slowly picked up intensity, nearly pulling out of Y/N entirely before plunging his cock back deep inside of Y/N. Both of them moaned and groaned as Y/N was fucked in various positions on the couch. Shawn was dominant but not as verbal as Y/N thought he would be, especially for a singer. However, Y/N was still in heaven over getting fucked by the Shawn Mendes still.

The fucking lasted well over an hour, and the room reeked of sex by the time Shawn was ready to cum. Both of them were sweaty as well and dripping onto the couch, but Shawn wasn't planning on making his couch more dirty. He leaned in and whispered in Y/N's ear, "Tell me how badly you want my load deep inside of you."

"Fuckin' breed me, Shawn, I'm just your whore!" Y/N yelled, throwing caution to the wind as Shawn finally unleashed his load deep inside of Y/N's guts. Y/N continued to writhe and moan in ecstasy as Shawn pumped load after load inside of Y/N for what seemed like hours but was actually around thirty seconds or so. He soon pulled out and let the remaining cum drip onto the couch. However, well over 90% of his cum was still deep inside of Y/N's ass, and Y/N finally clenched their ass tight, hoping to keep as much of Shawn's load in there as possible.

"Fuck that was hot!" Shawn said, between breaths, as he sat back down on the dirty couch. His boner was quickly subsiding, and while he wouldn't be ready for round two for a little bit thanks to his refractory period, Y/N was still riding hot.

"Fuck yeah it was!" Y/N playfully responded. After both of them caught their breath and came down from the orgasmic highs they were feeling, it was mutually decided that there wouldn't be a round two today, but they were definitely gonna fuck again in the future. Y/N showered and cleaned yourself up before being escorted to the front door by Shawn personally. He had showered and cleaned up as well but hadn't bothered to put on any clothes. Y/N noticed that the security guards were unfazed by seeing their boss stark naked. Once Y/N was off the property and back in their own car, Y/N immediately texted their closest friends to tell them all of the lurid details.

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Hey everyone!

This picture is next in my inspiration queue for stories, but the plot that I thought would be best for it involved a kid becoming the hunk seen in the picture, and I definitely want to avoid kids in my tf work at all times. Therefore, I'm putting the pic out there to see if anyone else can be inspired by it and come up with a good plot that doesn't involve age progression from a very icky standpoint.

-C.F.

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Side Effects May Vary

Xavier Boyleston walked into the doctor's office not knowing what to expect. He had signed up for an innovative muscle growth program that was still early on in its testing phases. Xavier had always wanted to gain muscle, but could never seem to put it on. Even at 27 he was not nearing twink death anytime soon. That was weirdly good in a way, since most smart jocks or muscle-heads were looked down upon. Xavier was a proud member of MENSA and had his Ph.D. in astrophysics.

He meekly walked up to the front desk. There was a busty blonde receptionist working there, but Xavier wasn't turned on in the slightest. He was gay as an arrow, to turn that expression on its head. "Uh, hello, my name is Xavier Boyleston and I'm here for the, uh, muscle growth trial?"

"Ah, yes, of course, darling!" the receptionist replied. "Here's some paperwork to fill out and the doctors will call ya in soon!" Xavier took the paperwork and sat down at one of the many chairs in the waiting area. Most of the paperwork was boilerplate stuff, but he was a bit puzzled when he got to the side effects portion of the packet. There were surprisingly no listed side effects, but instead a blanket statement.

"This procedure is 100% guaranteed to increase muscle mass by over 100%. However, at this time, we are unclear on what side effects may be caused by this new procedure. Patients have reported a variety of different side effects that may be a result of this procedure but require further disentangling of other factors that may be at play. As always, please proceed with caution with this mostly untested procedure. The hospital and doctors are not held liable for any averse side effects that you may encounter during the course of treatment. Some side effects are irreversible, and muscle growth will remain steady with a constant diet and minimal exercise."

Xavier was now having second thoughts about this whole thing. While it would be fantastic to have a lot more muscle, he wasn't too keen on strange side effects. However, after doing a quick risk-benefit analysis in his head, he decided that it was worth the risk. He signed on that page and finished up the paperwork around the same time he was called into the doctor's office. He handed the paperwork to the tech and then the team of doctors walked in. Surprisingly, they were not behind schedule, something that Xavier had experienced quite a few times before.

"Hello, Xavier, and thank you for being part of our innovative muscle growth clinical trial!" said the head doctor. "Right now, we will need you to strip completely naked to get some measurements, which includes penile length and girth. I just like to get that out early on, as even though the procedure does not affect the penis directly, a very common side effect is penile enhancement. You can keep your pants and underwear during the procedure, but due to the electrode placement, it is best if your socks and shoes remain off."

"Um, okay," Xavier said, as he did what the doctors told him to do. While this wasn't the first name he would be naked in a doctor's office, or at least showing off his genitals to doctors, this was the first time his cock was going to measured by a medical professional. It was a bit weird, but thankfully he didn't have to get erect, and the rest of the measurements were almost like getting tailored for a suit. That process didn't take too long, and then it was time for the procedure to finally start.

Xavier sat down on a surprisingly comfy chair after putting his pants and underwear back on. He remained shirtless as electrodes were placed on various parts of his body, including his arms, legs, pecs, and abs. One of the doctors then said something before turning the electrode machine on. "This is your final chance to back out, Xavier. As your paperwork notes, side effects are very common for this procedure and are all but irreversible. We can't guarantee if any particular side effect may occur, and as a reminder, we cannot be held liable for any negative changes that may happen."

"I understand," Xavier noted. "Let's do this!" he added, with a giant smile on his face. He didn't know what the side effects might be, but he could live through them. He just wanted to be insanely muscular, and this procedure would do that for him. The machine was then turned on, and Xavier felt a tingling sensation all throughout his body but especially in his muscles as the procedure started and muscle mass was starting to be gained. It was paradoxically slow and steady yet quick, lasting a couple hours but the end result was going to be a dramatic change from what Xavier's body was like in the beginning.

The doctors then left the room but had access to CCTV footage of the room in case there were any adverse side effects that needed medical attention. The whirring of the electrodes and the tingling sensation were actually quite nice, and Xavier soon fell asleep while undergoing the procedure. While he was asleep, his muscles grew and grew. His flat pecs became thick and juicy, he gained a visible six-pack of abs, his biceps, triceps, and other arm muscles grew dramatically in size, and his legs started to look like tree trunks instead of chicken legs. There was most certainly a dramatic change in muscle growth from beginning to end of the procedure, and the above photo was a snapshot taken from the CCTV footage just before the doctors walked in to wake him up.

The head doctor shook him slightly, which jolted the twink-turned-muscle hunk wide awake. "Like, OMG, I'm fuckin' ripped, teeheehee!" he exclaimed.

"Shit," said one of the doctors.

"Like, what's wrong, doc? I think, like, the procedure worked, teeheehee! I'm, like, a total fuckin' stud now!"

"Xavier, what's 49 times 7 divided by the square root of 36?"

"Uh, um, like, I don't know, doc, teeheehee! All that smart stuff is for nerds!"

"But you used to be a nerd," one of the doctors muttered under their breath.

"Okay, so some of the side effects are coming to light," the head doctor said, as he began removing the electrodes from Xavier's body. "The muscle growth worked as well as we expected, but it appears as though the muscle growth procedure had a deleterious effect on your intelligence, Xavier."

"Huh?" Xavier said. "Like, don't use such big words, doc, teeheehee!"

"You're fuckin' dumber than a bag of bricks now!" screamed the doctor who had muttered under his breath before. He was escorted from the room by one of the nurses as the remaining doctors did some more tests. One test was checking on Xavier's cock length and girth. The head doctor didn't even need to refer to the measurements to know that there was definitely some enhancement down there as well.

"It would appear as though one of the side effects was penile enhancement as well, Xavier. We recommend buying looser underwear as to not restrict blood flow to the penis and testicles moving forward."

"Like, just call them cock and balls, doc, teeheehee! And, like, it won't affect my chances with the ladies, right? Like, nothing's wrong right now?"

"Well, uh, um," the head doctor stuttered, remembering from the paperwork that Xavier was gay. "There are no problems with your genitalia at this time, Xavier. But I would like to clarify one thing, Xavier. You had mention, uh, 'ladies' just now. We thought you were exclusively gay."

"Well, uh, like no offense to gays, teeheehee, but I'm, like, totally into women! I love their big breasts and tight pussies and their thick luscious blonde hair and plump fuckable asses and like everything else about them!"

"Oh," said the rest of the doctors in unison, as one of them added sexuality change to the list of side effects. Thankfully, as the doctors went through some more tests, there were no other major side effects. However, the gay nerdy twink with a small cock was no longer; Xavier was now a straight jock muscle hunk with a cock that could easily impregnate any woman that he wanted. The busty blonde receptionist was quite flustered when Xavier walked out wearing tight clothes that definitely showed off all of his new muscles. Xavier himself was eye-fucking the receptionist as he walked up to her window.

"Like, the docs wanna see me in, like, a couple weeks to check up on me," he said.

"Well, um, uh, let's, uh, see when we can, uh, fit you in," the receptionist said, barely able to string together a coherent sentence in front of the new and much improved Xavier. The two of them ended up fucking in the receptionist's car during her break. It did take Xavier's family and friends a while to get used to the new Xavier, especially when he started bringing women to family events or hanging out with friends instead of guys. His friend group quickly changed as well, to some dumb bro jocks who loved picking up women in bars and shit like that. Xavier sometimes saw pics of the old him and the very much improved him on the internet sometimes, the doctors promoting their muscle growth procedure, which eventually did gain federal approval. The side effects continued to vary, though, but many gay twinks took the chance of their sexuality completely changing to look like an Adonis!

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Could you do a story about a insecure nerd who hangs/hides in a secluded area that is said to be haunted

And a ghost jock who dead there, seeing this nerd and his body’s potential and wasting it, decoding to take it and make it his own

Like combining nerd to jock tf and possession unless you like those tags separate?

It was seconds after snapping that pic that Cole's computer caught on fire, and as a result, Cole. The dry grass proved to be quite an accelerant and there was nothing anyone could do. Cole did die that day, but what people didn't know was that he still lived on as a ghost. As a ghost, he was bound to the property on which he had perished. Passing on fully to the afterlife proved to be quite a problem, since it had taken some time for the house and the surrounding land to be rebuilt. Cole was stuck in limbo, until one day, when he noticed someone sneaking onto the property.

Alexander wouldn't call it sneaking onto the property, since his parents technically owned it for the time being. They were realtors and they were finally selling the property. Alex had no other place to hang out, though. His parents, and their staff, worked out of Alex's house, and he had few other friends to hang out with. The 22 year old twink was one what might call a stereotypical nerd, with the taped-glasses, acne-riddled face, and high suspenders. Alex's parents pleaded with him not to wear those glasses and clothes, and would have paid for their son to visit the dermatologist, but Alex liked who he was and nothing was going to change that.

Not until Cole had his way with him, though. Cole watched as Alex snuck into the new house and used it like it was his own. He liked things to be tidy, so his parents would have never suspected a thing if they had checked on the house before the first open house. Alex even jerked off in the house, and gave Cole quite a show with how detailed her verbal fantasies were. Alex had also heard stories about this property was potentially haunted. Cole, of course, was bored most of the time and liked to have some fun with the builders, workers, and other people who were on the property. But Alex was a bit different, though. In fact, he kind of felt sorry for the nerdy twink.

He was definitely the least muscular guy on the property in ages, and also the one who wasn't weirded out by Cole's previous antics. Cole decided that Alex would be the one. He had always wondered if he could possess a human, and now he had the perfect chance to test out that hypothesis. He waited one day until Alex was deep in one of his goon sessions, and then floated over to the nerdy twink. As Alex was goner babbling, Cole pushed himself right inside Alex's body. Alex's body shuttered and he felt a strange sensation wash over him.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on here?" he asked himself. The house and property were pretty secluded, but he still didn't want anyone to know that he was here. It took a few seconds for Cole's ghost to make his way into Alex's brain. There, the two of them had a pretty interesting conversation.

"What the actual fuck is going on here!?" Alex screamed, finding himself inside his mind, literally.

"Don't worry, brah, everything is gonna be okay! I'm just possessing you and taking over your body, permanently, brah!"

"No, I don't want you to fuckin' do that! I don't give you consent, dude! Get the fuck out of my body!"

"No can do, brah! This shit is happening whether you like it or not! I'm def gonna be more careful with electronics moving forward, though!"

"Wait, you're the dude who died on this property a few years back!? You've been a fuckin' ghost all this time!?"

"Yeah, bro, and that shit sucked balls! But now I get to possess you and turn ya into a jock and get to live my life again!"

"Fuck no!" Alex screamed, but he hadn't noticed that he had been getting smaller and smaller and Cole had been getting bigger and bigger. The size difference was now quite obvious, and it was clear who the one really in control was.

"Fuck yeah, broski! Say goodbye to your old life, since Cole's the one in charge now!" He used his metaphysical foot to stomp Alex deep within his own brain and was finally the one in control. However, Cole was a bit shocked by just how much pain he was in. It took more than a few seconds for the dumb jock to realize that it was because Alex's old body was changing to become Cole's old body, now his new body! That was a bit hard to wrap his head around, so he just let that shit happen and enjoyed the show. After all, he was already naked!

The changes started at the top of his body and made their way down. Cole wasn't sure if that was how all possessions and takeovers worked, or just his brand of ghosts, but he knew that the end result was going to be great! The hairstyle and even color surprisingly didn't change much at all, as well as the eye color too. But the rest of Alex's facial features were quickly morphed into looking like Cole's. If someone had found him right now, they would have thought Cole had survived the fire but all of his muscles atrophied.

His muscles were actually starting to do the opposite, gaining mass in mere seconds instead of the insanely long time it took Cole to build up those muscles in the first place. His traps got a bit bigger and then the muscle growth began to move down his arms. His biceps ballooned in size, not comically large but much bigger than Alex's puny biceps. When flexed, they were around the size of a grapefruit or other similarly large fruit, and he gained back a nice prominent vein running down his arm. The rest of his arm muscles grew in size to match his triceps, and even the tattoo he had on his right arm reappeared. He knew it was a result of the possession, but didn't question the logistics of it any more than that.

Another one of his tattoos appeared on his pecs, which were the next part of the body to get bigger and bigger. Cole didn't have breasts or anything like that in his old body, but there were quite a bit bigger than the nearly flat chest that Alex had, and they now protruded out from his body a fair bit. His nipples weren't hanging down or anything like that, but he had some solid muscle there now and a nice tattoo nearly covering his entire left pec. His abs and obliques were up next, and grew similarly to his pecs. While he wasn't completely shredded by any means, he did have some visible abs and obliques, compared to the nearly non-existent ab muscles that Alex had been packing.

Cole then was able to look down at his cock and smiled as he watched it grow in length and girth while still remaining fully flaccid. While Alex's dick was probably his best feature, Cole had been packing down there, and had had his fair share of hookups and pregnancy scares because of his monster cock. It was still completely flaccid but measured just over five inches in length, and he could barely touch his fingers together when holding his cock in his hand. His ass ballooned in size as well, Alex having had a rather flat ass before the possession. Cole was admittedly proud to call it a bubble butt, and he even felt himself being lifted off of the ground ever so slightly by all the added muscle mass in his ass.

The last part of the muscle growth came in his legs. While Cole didn't have tree trunks for legs like some bodybuilders did, he had much more muscle on them than Alex's chicken legs. Cole watched as the quads and calves filled up with muscle, and surprisingly, even his feet grew a little bit as well, moving up at least two sizes. After the feet growth was complete, Cole felt the pain wash away and he was finally able to stand up again. Cole looked exactly like he did just a few years ago before his untimely death.

While Cole desperately wanted to jerk off or find some chick to fuck, he realized that there would be a lot of explaining to do, and not a lot of people would believe him. He tried putting on Alex's clothes, and they surprisingly fit his muscled frame, albeit with him nearly bursting out of everything, even the underwear. He looked in the dressers and drawers in the bedrooms, but there were no clothes in there yet. He luckily didn't need the suspenders thanks to how tight the pants were, so he walked out of the house with his head held high and nary a thought about how to resolve the fact that he had just possessed someone and turned them into a carbon copy of his old self.

It took quite a bit of time and a lot of convincing people, including judges and especially the coroner, as well as Alex's parents, who had seemingly lost their child, but Cole resumed his new life as a Insta jock bro, but making sure that other people controlled the camera and other technology and that there was always a fire extinguisher close by. Cole lived a happy and successful life as a jock, and while he rarely but sometimes received flashes of his "old" life as Alex, he brushed those off and eventually died peacefully in his sleep at the ripe old age of 97.

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I absolutely love your story "Aliens At The Gym." It's one of my favorites of yours. Can you make a prequel?

Val continued to have fun with the mind-controlled men inside the gym. He loved making them do whatever he wanted, and considering that he was part of the aliens' neural network, whatever pleasure they experienced he experienced too. Even though Val was having quite a bit of fun in the gym, he wanted to expand their horizons a little bit, have some more aliens infect guys. He decided to open up membership again, but made it pretty exclusive so that only the hottest guys would be able to join the gym.

One of those guys was Devon.

He was a self-proclaimed fitness nut, and had the money to be able to join the now very exclusive gym. When he walked into the gym for the first time, everything seemed perfectly normal. Val had made sure that all of the aliens were working out and doing actual gym shit instead of fucking and getting cum from each other's bodies. Val was also the one to greet Devon after he stepped inside.

"Hey, you must be Devon! So nice to meet ya, bro!"

"Yeah, you as well. You must be Val, right, the guy I talked to on the phone?"

"Yep, bro, that's me! Welcome to our gym. Have a look around and I hope you enjoy it! We just ask that you don't visit the locker rooms just yet."

"Why?" Devon asked. "Are a bunch of fairy faggots fuckin' in the locker room? I'm not gonna join a gym where I have to deal with that shit."

"Well, I wouldn't call them that, but yes, that's exactly what they're doing." Devon was a bit shocked at Val's blunt response, and turned around to leave the gym. He didn't want to have to worry about faggots ogling him while he worked out. However, he was even more shocked when Val grabbed him and held him in place. "Hey, bro, what the fuck!?" he screamed. He screamed even louder when the alien appeared out of Val's other hand and began creeping its way towards Devon's ear. "What the actual fuck is going on here!? Fuckin' let me go, you prick!" he yelled, but it was no use. Val's body had gotten surprisingly strong and muscular over the past couple months, and thanks to the neural network, all of their bodies' power could be concentrated in one individual at the same time.

Like many things about the alien possession and neural network and body hopping, Val knew not to ask questions. He just knew that it would be beneficial for keeping Devon in place as he got infected by one of the aliens. A minute or so later, Devon became more relaxed and slack-jawed as the possession fully took effect. Val let go of him and Devon no longer tried to leave. Instead, the cocky homophobic gym goer acted strangely to the outside eye, but not to Val.

"Yo, faggot, ya wanna piece of me? Wanna feel up these muscles, huff my musky pits, faggot?"

"Fuck yeah I would!" Val replied. "But you're gonna hafta do something for me in return."

"Fuck, faggot, I'll do anything to get a taste of your precious cum," Devon replied. Val loved how weird the possessed gym goers sounded, but it also turned him on. Devon took off his shirt and lifted up his pits. Even though he hadn't even worked out yet today, his pits reeked, and Val took his time sniffing them and inhaling the strong musk. He also felt up Devon's impressive pecs and abs, not to mention his biceps too. However, it wasn't long before Val tired of his new plaything. Devon was far from done with him, though, desperately wanting Val's cum.

"Yo, faggot, are ya ready to give me some of that cum now?" he asked.

"Well, you're gonna hafta work for it," Val said, pulling down his pants and underwear and revealing his cock. It wasn't as impressive as some of his fellow possessed men, but it did contain that sweet nectar that all of the aliens seemed to love. Devon dropped to his knees and began stroking Val's cock with his hand. Val allowed that for a little bit, especially to get him fully hard, but when it seemed like Devon wasn't going to do anything else, he swatted the man's hand away.

"You need to fuckin' suck on my cock, bro," he ordered.

"Really, bro? I ain't no fuckin' fag," he said, until his eyes glazed over and the alien took control, wanting some of Val's tasty seed. Val found it hot as always seeing the cocky homophobic stud suddenly start sucking on his cock. He did a surprisingly good job for what was probably for his first time, helped along by the fact that he was currently being controlled by an alien who loved human cum. Val didn't try to edge himself for too long, letting the alien taste some of his seed for the first time in quite some time. Over the course of the past couple months, the aliens slowly adapted to Earth's atmosphere and could live longer, but definitely not as long as their human hosts, yet. The alien possessing Devon now only had a couple days left before he would have died, but thankfully the new few aliens after them that needed a new host had weeks left.

Anyway, once Devon swallowed every last drop of Val's load, he stood up and put his shirt back before going to work out and maintain the body that Val loved. There were a few more new members that joined throughout the next week, giving the rest of the aliens hosts to live in permanently and fresh meat for Val for play with. He especially loved body hopping into some of the new hosts, even more so when they left the gym. Val was keen on having fun in one of the new gym goer's body outside of the gym, a hunk named Ulysses.

Ulysses had had a sizable social media following before joining Val's gym and becoming possessed by an alien. While Val and the rest of the aliens were able to keep up appearances for all of the possessed men, Val decided to have a bit more with Ulysses once he saw what the dude was packing down there. Val wasn't one for stereotypes, but for Ulysses, black is bigger was definitely true, and he wanted to use that cock to its fullest potential. So, after body hopping into Ulysses after making sure the date was correct, he went to Ulysses' apartment, when a small recording set-up had been built.

Ulysses was going to join OnlyFans, a fact that he had been promoting on his socials for a few weeks now. His first post was going to be a solo jerk-off session for his fans. Ulysses had lost quite a few followers over this, but gained even more and made Val and the gym quite a bit of money before he even appeared nude on the internet. Val didn't even bother stripping on camera, starting the livestream nude with help from some of the possessed men from the gym.

"Hey everyone!" Val announced, trying to sound like Ulysses did, since he was the one in control after all. "Welcome to the first livestream of my OnlyFans account! I unfortunately won't be taking requests today, but I know how many of you were wondering what I was packing, so I hope this satiates your desires for now!" Val then began stroking his big black cock, quickly getting it erect. He had measured the erect cock in the gym once before and it was just over 10 inches long with a sizable girth to it as well.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Val moaned as he played with himself and his cock in front of the camera, giving all of the viewers a show. He tweaked his nipples often and engaged in some self-body worship, not to mention flashing a double biceps pose every so often. The livestream lasted for just over a half hour, and then Val just couldn't take it anymore. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I'm cumming!" he screamed, as a geyser of cum erupted from his cock and spewed all over his bedroom floor. He ate some of the cum that had landed on his muscular body before the livestream ended. After Val cleaned himself up, he looked at the numbers, both the view count and how much people paid to see Ulysses stroke his big black cock. The dollar amount was so high he could run the gym off of it for two months without receiving income from any of the other guys!

Val made sure the alien that was possessing Ulysses knew about his new business venture and to keep it as profitable as he could while Val body hopped back into his prime body, which had been at the gym the entire time being sucked off by various men, Devon included. Val had quite a bit of fun at the gym before heading back home for the evening. It was time for a rest, only to pick up the fun tomorrow!

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There’s a story of yours I’ve been looking for everywhere called pink elephant. Do you still have it?

Unfortunately, unlike the incomparable Mr. Wavell, I did not save any of the stories from the initial iteration of my blog; I had never thought it would be deactivated and all stories removed. If it is not in my current archive and you can't find it in reblogs, then I fear it may be lost media. I know this likely isn't the answer you want to hear, but I don't have better news; sorry!

-C.F.

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New Years' Changes

Dylan parked his car as close to the gym as possible. He wasn't your average gym goer, weighing just over 100 pounds, and none of that was muscle. He luckily didn't have any health conditions that would preclude him from working out, and he decided to start his New Years' resolution a little bit earlier this year. This was partly due in fact to an interesting promotion the local gym was running. For any new client that signed up during December, the first year was free, after a small down payment, and specialized training options were available to all new members. Dylan knew that it was now or never, and he decided to bite the bullet and sign up.

He didn't want to be known as the "nerd" in his friend group anymore, and he definitely wanted to get more matches on the gay dating apps and in-person as well. He meekly entered the gym and made his way to the front desk. The gym reeked of sweat and testosterone, with very few, if any, female gym goers present currently. A beefy front desk worker with a huge grin plastered across his face greeted Dylan.

"Hello, sir! How may I help you today?"

"Uh, I'm looking to sign up for the New Years' Deal package," Dylan replied.

"Of course, sir! We'll just need you to sign some paperwork and put your deposit down, and you'll be the newest member of HIMBO!" Dylan, despite his intellectual prowess, had never heard of a himbo before. He reckoned that they were similar to bimbos, and judging by the men in the gym right now, most of them could be classified as himbos. He signed the paperwork, only glancing over it, as he was sure that it was boilerplate for a new gym membership. He then handed the front desk worker his credit card, and after a swipe and a ding from the machine, the front desk worker smiled. "I'd like to officially welcome you to HIMBO, bro!"

"Uh, thanks!"

"As part of this deal, you'll be provided with comfortable headphones to wear while you're at HIMBO, and complimentary drinks of any kind at our in-house Recuperation Station, limit of two per day per customer. Will you be needing the assistance of a personal trainer today, Dylan?"

"Uh, no thanks, I think I can manage on my own."

"Of course! Enjoy your time here at HIMBO!" Dylan then made his way over to a small rack inside the gym proper. There weren't weights on this rack, but rather a selection of headphones to choose from. Dylan knew that listening to music would probably make the workout easier. He picked out one that he liked, and then plugged it into his phone. He was admittedly a bit surprised it wasn't wireless, but it wasn't like he had to charge his phone or anything while he was at the gym. The music then started playing, although it wasn't his playlist.

Instead, the gym's own playlist for all the New Years' Deal members started playing. Dylan wouldn't have minded, but there was really no music to speak of, just some techno beats. He was more into Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter than techno house music, but there seemed to be no way to switch it. He was discontented with how this all was starting, but he soon picked up some weights and got some reps in. The workout itself wasn't so bad, and Dylan got through it just fine. He was sweating bullets by the end of it, though, not because of the intensity of the workout but because of hot the gym was. Dylan knew that he probably couldn't get the temperature changed, so he just went to the Recuperation Station and picked out a drink.

"Ah, I see you're a New Years' Deal member!" said the barista, after Dylan told them his name. "That means that you get a special shot added to your order, free of charge!"

"Oh, uh, okay," Dylan said, not thinking too much of it. He was parched and just wanted something to quench his thirst. He was finally handed his drink and he gulped it down. He then handed the empty reusable cup back to the barista before walking over to the headphone rack and placing his headphones back. He thought today was a pretty good first day, although there were a couple of weird things about HIMBO. He was definitely going to come back tomorrow and work out some more.

Dylan soon got into a rhythm of going to HIMBO every day. He knew about rest days and how helpful they were, but there was something that just kept him coming back every day. He always ended the day with one, or two, drinks from the Recuperation Station, and he always wore the same pair of headphones that played the gym's weird techno house music playlist. By the time January rolled around, Dylan had made some progress. He had finally moved up to a medium in shirt size, and many fellow gym goers knew him by name. There were a few other New Years' Deal members that Dylan had met, all making similar progress to him.

During the first week of January, Dylan arrived at the gym and went through his usual starting routine. Soon after putting on his headphones, though, he finally heard voices in the headphones instead of the thumping of the music. "You want to get bigger. You want to get dumber. You want to be a himbo. You want to get bigger. You want to get dumber. You want to be a himbo."

"I want to get bigger. I want to get dumber. I want to be a himbo," Dylan found himself repeating the mantra. The binaural beats and subliminal messaging in the techno house music had done its job during the past month or so, and had successfully hypnotized Dylan into becoming receptive to being a himbo. The mantra played throughout the gym session as Dylan continued his usual workout routine. This included a drink at the Recuperation Station at the end of the workout. Dylan didn't even notice that his usual shot that included with the package had changed. The flavor noticeably changed, but Dylan kept repeating his new mantra over and over to himself, not realizing that he was now ingesting a special concoction made of liquid drinkable steroids.

This continued on for several weeks, the new mantra flowing through Dylan's head during every workout, and eventually even outside of it, and drinking roids after every gym session as well. He had moved up to a large in shirts, and even now, that was pushing it a little bit. He was definitely well on his way to becoming a muscular himbo, but there was one part that still needed more work. Dylan needed to get even dumber. There was only so much repeating a mantra could do to induce dumbing down, and Dylan was still working in a cushy job whenever he wasn't at the gym. He was a bit shocked when his usual gym routine was interrupted by the front desk worker when signing in towards the end of January.

"Yo, Dylan, our records show it's time for you to attend the New Years' Deal members' retreat! If you could just let us know what day works for you, we'll sign you right up for the full-day retreat, man!"

"Oh, uh, well, okay, let me look at my calendar," Dylan sputtered out. The days the retreat was being held were all workdays, so Dylan picked the last possible day and made a reminder to ask work for the day off before starting his workout. He was soon repeating his mantra and ended the day by drinking roids, like usual. He was able to get the day off from work, and the day of the retreat, he showed up at HIMBO bright and early, before they even opened to the general public. There was one other member who would be joining him on the retreat, Pablo. He was Spanish and just as muscular as Dylan was currently. An Uber soon arrived and whisked them away to an office building in the middle of the city. Both Dylan and Pablo wondered what this was all about, but as they were reminded the day before, this was part of the initial contract that they had signed.

The two soon-to-be himbos were escorted inside the building and up to nearly the top floor. The floor was pretty open, with a lot of complicated machinery taking up most of it. There were a few workers there, and a number of different seats. Dylan and Pablo were told to sit down, and the workers then measured their heads. Dylan found this all to be a bit weird, especially when a strange cap with electrodes was placed on his head and VR goggles fitted over his eyes.

"Uh, can I ask what this is all for?" Dylan asked.

"It's all part of the himbo process," said one of the workers, before turning on all of the machines. That didn't answer any of Dylan's questions or thoughts, but soon he wouldn't have to worry about that at all. He was bombarded with hypnotic spirals in his vision and the electrode-filled cap was doing something to his brain. "YOU ARE DUMB. YOU WILL GET DUMBER. YOU ARE JUST A HIMBO. HIMBOS ARE DUMB MUSCLE FREAKS WHO LIVE IN THE GYM AND GET FUCKED. YOU WILL BECOME A HIMBO. YOU WANT TO BECOME A HIMBO. GIVE IN AND BECOME WHO YOU WERE TRULY MEANT TO BE."

Dylan, and Pablo, were both shocked initially by what was happening, but the dumbing down process proved to be quite quick and effective, and it wasn't long before their tongues were lolling out of their mouths and they were repeating a new hypnotic mantra. There was much more to the audio hypnosis piece, but all of it circled back to the two of them becoming dumb himbos. As the company stated, this was a full-day retreat, and Dylan and Pablo spent the rest of the day getting their minds completely fucked and dumbed down. By the time the machines were turned off, Dylan could no longer do his regular job outside of the gym.

With help from some of the workers in the office building, Dylan and Pablo's lives were rearranged so that they could become full-time himbos. That included setting up OnlyFans accounts for both of them and bringing them under the auspices of the HIMBO trust, which would pay for expenses like water, heating, and electricity at their HIMBO-approved apartment. After the dumbing down process was complete, there was still a bit more that had to be done. Dylan proved to be a great porn star and an excellent moneymaker for HIMBO, but fans wanted him bigger and bigger.

Dylan kept going to the gym and working out, drinking the liquid roids every day until he had finally reached a plateau in his muscle growth. The above photo was snapped by one of the HIMBO gym workers as a promo for Dylan's OnlyFans page, which he had reached the top 1.5% of. His fans loved both the insanely dumb and insanely muscular look that Dylan had going for him, and as for Dylan, he wouldn't have had it any other way either. His New Years' resolution to start going to the gym was the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

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Hi! I wanted to send an ask about making a story involving Declan Rice. He's a successful footballer dubbed as the next David Beckham, he plays for Arsenal as a midfielder. I'd love for you to write a story about him getting hypnotized by his old team's Coach into a human toilet for Arsenal. He used to play for West Ham but he left them so his old Coach turns him into a human toilet because he thinks he's "shit". Would love for the story to be very NSFW. I'd love to be tagged haha, the idea has been brewing for so long in my brain. I can also edit the picture of him being a human toilet so you can use that photo alongside the story! Thank you ♥️

As mentioned in the ask text, pic credit and story inspiration credit goes to @awesomebqg

"Rice scores again; it's his fourth goal of the game for Arsenal!" Declan Rice didn't want to appear cocky, but he had just scored yet another goal as a midfielder for one of the teams considered to be the best in football. As he was celebrating on the field before the game restarted, one person in the stands was formulating just what he would do with Declan if he had the chance. That person was Declan's old coach, Vince Bradbury, who worked for West Ham. Declan decided to switch teams, which left West Ham without a good midfielder, and their record plummeted. Try as they might, Vince and the front office couldn't find another player with the same star caliber as Declan.

Vince was thinking of quite a few different plans during today's game. He was there obsequiously to scout the team for their upcoming match, but he was laser-focused on Declan and what he had in store for the cocky footballer dubbed the next David Beckham. Soon after Declan scored his fifth, and ultimately final, goal of the game, an idea popped into Vince's head. It was devious and would require a lot of work, but if everything fell into place, it would be the perfect comeuppance for Declan, at least from Vince's point of view. Vince slunk out of the box he was seated in and started to put his plan into motion. First was a call to the bank to get a loan to finance everything he needed to.

That was settled surprisingly quickly, and then a few days later, after West Ham had been hammered by Arsenal, Vince contacted the head coach from Arsenal, Jorge Morales. He didn't want to do it beforehand in case it could be seen as collusion between the two head coaches.

"Hey, Vince, what's up?"

"Not much, Jorge. I just wanted to tell you about this brand new training software that I've recently got for my guys. It's this VR hypnosis type shit that seems crazy, but in just a few days of my team using it, I've seen some major improvements!"

"That sounds pretty interesting, Vince! I'd love to try it out with the guys from Arsenal too. Do you have the number of the company that supplies the equipment?"

"I do, Jorge, but they're pretty niche and don't have too many spots available for all of the equipment that they need. In fact, I believe they said they only had one more set available and there wouldn't be any new ones until after the season is over."

"I see. Still, I have one player in mind who would definitely benefit." Vince hoped that Jorge was talking about Declan. The head coach did never reveal who exactly he had in mind as the two hashed out the finer details, but it wasn't long before the VR hypnosis equipment arrived at Arsenal's training facility. The worker from the "company" was actually hired by Vince and was a trained hypnotist in his own right. As Vince had hoped, Declan was the one escorted into the training room to try out the new VR training equipment.

"Mr. Morales, if you would so kindly leave us here. The hypnosis is audible and I only have one pair of noise-cancelling ear plugs, unfortunately. As much as I would love for you to regain some of the skills that you had when you were younger, the hypnosis is much more complex than that and might have unfortunate side effects for unintended participants."

"Oh, I see. Well, good luck, Declan!" Jorge said, as he left the two to their own devices. Once Jorge left, the worker hooked Declan up to the VR equipment. Once Declan was nice and relaxed, the hypnosis component of the training started.

"You are getting very sleepy, Declan. Your mind is getting more and more empty with every passing second. No thoughts are going through your head, except to obey and listen. Obey and listen, Declan, that's all you need to do. You want to be a good boy, don't you, Declan? You want to be the best soccer player ever, isn't that right, Declan? To do that, you need to obey and listen, give in and obey and listen.

"I will now count backwards from five. With every number, you will find yourself going deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control. Once I reach one, you will be completely under my hypnotic control and your mind will be malleable and ready to be changed. Five, you are falling deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control. Four, you are sinking deeper and deeper into hypnotic bliss. Three, you will give up all control to me and let me control your every action. Two, you are almost completely under my hypnotic control and nothing else matters except obeying my every command. One, you are completely under my hypnotic control, Declan. What has just happened to you, Declan?"

"I have called completely under your hypnotic control," Declan droned. Towards the beginning, Declan had a faint recollection that he was hearing his old coach's voice as part of the hypnosis, but the binaural beats and everything else that Vince had paid the real hypnotist to add slowly erased that thought from Declan's mind, along with all other thoughts. It was Vince's voice after all, reading from a script created by the hypnotist.

The scene in the VR component soon changed. It had been your run of the mill hypnotic spiral for the longest time, but now Declan was seeing men getting pissed on, hunky straight muscular men like him getting pissed on by other men. The hypnosis continued, but as Declan would soon find out, it was not going to make a better soccer player.

"You are now a piss pig, Declan Rice. You are a human toilet. All that matters in life now is drinking other men's piss. You love being pissed on, swallowing their piss, being covered in another man's piss. You don't want to play soccer anymore, Declan, soccer was just a hobby for you. What you really are is a piss pig, a human toilet who exists only to get pissed on."

The mantra then looped and repeated a countless number of times as it was drilled into Declan's mind and slowly but surely warped it into believing that. Vince had come up with this devious plan after recalling what Declan had mentioned in an interview once, that West Ham in general was "shit," even before he had left and transferred to Arsenal. Vince didn't want to go so far to incorporate shit into the toilet fantasy, but piss was much more palatable, and frankly more humiliating for Declan too.

The hypnotist waited for a few hours until he was sure that the hypnosis had completely sunk in. Once he was sure, he brought Declan out of hypnosis and took off the VR goggles and disconnected the rest of the VR equipment. "So, how was it?" the hypnotist asked, fully expecting to know the answer.

"I, uh, I need to talk to my head coach about some things," Declan said, as he soon scurried out of the room. Jorge was in his office, a bit later than usual today since Declan's hypnosis session had run much longer than practice usually did. He was pleased when his receptionist said Declan was here to see him, although he would soon be shocked by what Declan said to him once he was inside the office.

"I don't want to play professional soccer anymore, Coach. Instead, my true calling in life is to be a piss pig, a human toilet. I want you to install me as a urinal in the opposing team's locker room so that everyone can piss on me whenever they want."

"Rice, what the actual goddamn ever-living fuck are you saying!? Did the hypnosis fuck up your brain or something? Ooh, I'm gonna have a call with Vince once we're done here!"

"No, sir, I've just been lying to myself and to everyone else for years now. I don't wanna be a soccer player, I wanna be a human toilet. I'm prepared to spend the rest of my salary on my installation, if you will let me."

"What!? God no, Rice, that's not fuckin' happening! Sheila, call an ambulance; Rice is having a stroke or something because of the hypnosis!"

Declan was taken to the hospital, against his will unfortunately, but all of his mental acuity tests came back clear. The doctors couldn't explain the sudden and dramatic shift in Declan, but one thing was clear, at least to them using their tests: he truly and honestly meant what he was saying. There was quite the debacle as Declan was quietly unsigned from the team and was then caught in a gay club in the place of a urinal. The tabloids had a field day with the star footballer covered in yellow piss with a huge smile on his face. The Daily Mail even got video of more than one guy using Declan as a urinal.

It wasn't too long before Vince approached Declan with a proposition. He would permanently make Declan into a human toilet at West Ham's stadium, and all of his old friends would use him as the piss pig human toilet he was apparently meant to be now. Naturally, Declan accepted that offer, and since he was self-funding it with the severance package he had received from Arsenal, along with some other funds, the first-ever permanent human toilet was installed in one of the West Ham stadium's locker room's toilets. Declan's head was practically encased by the urinal, but he had enough room to swallow piss and the special diet he would need to sustain himself. There was a complicated system below him for getting rid of his own waste, but Declan was truly living the dream he had for himself now, the dream that he had been hypnotized to want completely.

While Vince certainly wasn't going to be the first to use Declan as a human toilet, he did have the honors of using Declan first once he was permanently installed. Vince drank quite a bit of water, and then made his way over to Declan. He unzipped his pants and let the stream flow directly into Declan's waiting mouth. "Yeah, swallow my piss, you piss pig! I bet you love swallowing another man's piss, filling up your stomach with another man's smelly yellow piss!"

"Yes, sir, I do!" Declan replied, once he was done swallowing. "I exist to be a human toilet for superior men such as yourself, sir. Please, give me more piss!" Vince didn't have any more to give, but slowly but surely, the other men, and especially Declan's former teammates, got used to having a human toilet in the stadium. He could be used by anybody when the stadium was open to the public, and he swallowed piss every day for the next several years or so. The hypnosis was so strong that it never wore off, and Vince enjoyed the fact that the so-called next David Beckham was "secretly" a piss pig and a human toilet.