Ever wake up and know somethings off? Usually I'm the first to wake, my husband, Dylan, keeps late hours as the owner and head chef of a swanky bistro. Its unerving not to hear his grunting and snoring, or to feel the heat that rolls off his massive body. Part of my morning ritual is to cuddle up to him, feeling his hairy tummy rise and fall with each breath. Reaching over, his side of the bed is only slightly warm, he must have not slept well.
I stretch out my skinny frame at 130lbs and 6' tall a strong gust of wind could knock me over. Dylan on the other hand is my rock, at 5'7" and 230lbs he keeps me grounded. Still slightly miffed at the interruption of my morning ritual, I get myself out of bed and head downstairs to the kitchen. I start the coffee maker and I hear the back door swing open. I turn around to find a sweaty, shirtless man enter the house.
"Thanks for getting the coffee ready hun" "Im gonna go upstairs and take a quick shower"
The small man gives me a peck on the cheek before ascending the stairs. I just stood there flabbergasted as this stranger invaded our house. I could hear the water turn on and the faucet squeak as the shower started. What was most unusual was how not freaked out I felt. Infact a serene sense of normality invaded me and I calmly climbed the stairs to investigate. Both the doors to the master bedroom and bath were wide open, and I could hear off key singing as he mumbled through the Wicked soundtrack.
God Dylan had such a bad singing voice.
What the hell! Where did that thought come from? I could feel a shift, something was off. The water stopped and he exited the stall. Fuck! Im going crazy! He had totally changed! He was taller and had even more fur.
He was now just slightly shorter then me. Still damp from the shower he sauntered over and kissed me while grabbing my ass. Memories asulted my mind, this version of Dylan started to replace all of the old ones. Gone was my loveable teddy bear, in his place was a nutrition nut that had the libido of a rabbit. He took charge and threw me on the bed, it was both new and exhilarating, and something we had done meny times before.
As soon as he's finished I fall on the bed exhausted from the love making we just went through. He pops up and dashes to the closet. As soon as he's out of sight a familiar feeling of disquiet fills the room. I can hear some cursing coming from behind the closed door. When it opened the man who came out was not the man who entered.
He was so much bigger! His clothing could barely contain the muscles that were packed onto his frame. His face now oozed masculinity and his posture bespoke of a confidence only those with authority have. He gave me a sly smirk.
"Be a good house-husband and have this mess cleaned up before the big dinner tonight" he said with a wink
I saw the world rearrange arround me. Memories becoming fuzzy and indistinct.
"Oh and you might wanna work out some more it feels like you're loosing your gains"
Now it was me who's changing, I grew an extra inch and added 100 lbs of muscle to my thickening frame. College education slipped from my mind, only to be replaced by a life on the streets. Getting picked up one day as a prostitute. The guy who was a new beat cop gave me a second chance. He took me in gave me a meal and gave me his number. I took this chance and remade myself into an olympian bodybuilder. I eventually tracked down the cop intending to thank him. Only, well, life happened and now 8 years later we are happily married.
Blake loved being one of the lads. He’d managed to keep a good social life with many school friends from his home in Coventry in England, and they continued to party like they always had.
Outside of the pubs and clubs, Blake was working his way up the corporate ladder in the realm of business, but his late night invites to parties with the lads had hampered his progress on numerous occasions.
Having finished work on the 23rd December, he’d been out for an almighty bender once again, to celebrate the holiday season. Now the morning of Christmas eve, Blake was hung over, pissed that he’d woken up too early and all round ‘under the weather’.
At 9am, the 28 year old pulled out his phone and winced at the light of the screen, the black out blinds of his friends spare bedroom really did the trick.
As he scrolled down the latest social media posts he saw the evidence of the party last night. Man, it must have been a night, if only he could remember most of it.
He went to scroll past an ad, but frustratingly thumbed it by mistake and it opened up a new webpage.
“Circe slots, the game which promises to change your life! Free $50 first bet and many ways to get more free bets.”
Blake was a bit of a gambler anyway. He loved the thrill of trying to win money for free and in his hung over state, he could see nothing wrong with trying his luck at a new game, particularly a slot machine.
He downloaded the app and flicked through it’s permissions. He hated filling in these forms, but was grateful that there was a facebook login option. Without reading the permissions he was giving, Blake checked the box at the bottom and was greeted with a message
“Blake, thanks for linking your Facebook account to Circe. You’ll now be able to gain money through making changes to your friends and more money when it comes to changing yourself.”
Blake didn’t really understand the message and couldn’t be assed to re-read it to work out it’s meaning. He wanted to play the game and wasn’t interested in text like this. Had he read the permissions screen, he’d have noted the line which agreed to the Circe slots board ‘tweaking’ his account however they wished. But Blake only read stuff he really had to, and this was just a stupid betting app right?
Unknown to Blake, a new tab had appeared on his profile screen. If he’d hit ‘Circe’ he’d have seen the start of a new conversation.
Upsilon – We’ve got a chunkier guy this time guys. Not fat, but got some beef from what I can see.
Alpha – Always a pleasure playing with the bigger boys
Psi – He looks like a guy who might have the brains, but it doesn’t look like he uses them
Pi – i think he should be cuter. I don’t like brutes
Alpha – You didn’t say that when I made you take my load the other day!
Pi – well…I can’t say no to a man in need of attention 😉
The game seemed to have to open landscape, so he turned his phone round to see the screen clearly. A notification filled the screen.
“Blake, you can play this game two ways. The traditional version is a typical slot machine with some slight tweaks and big gambles. The second version is more fun and will ask you to make decisions about your friends and sometimes you. The more extreme the change, the higher the reward. Which game would you like to play?”
Below the notification were two options for “Traditional slots” and “Transform Friends”.
Curious about what changes it could make to his friends photos, Blake selected the latter option.
The new screen showed his profile picture at the back, and 6 of his facebook friends with their names pulled into the app as well. The Christmas scene was a bit weird…well gay actually. With a muscular reindeer and Santa either side of his friends, but he decided not to judge a book by it’s cover.
He had no idea what he was doing but selected his mate Ed and a new notification appeared.
“Congratulations on choosing your first friend to change. You’ll now be given a number of games to play relating to Ed. The more extreme changes you choose for him, the more money you’ll earn. If you wish to change your option, you will have the option of spending your credit to do so. So choose a game from the following menu”
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Ed was working out at the gym. He’d been regularly working out for years. His main motivation was fitness, having struggled to bulk out for the Rugby team. But he was well liked, and overcompensated for his perceived shortfalls with plenty of male bravado. While pushing through a set on the bench press he suddenly felt a warm pleasurable tingle across his body.
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There was his friend Ed’s profile pic looking at him through the screen and below his photo were a strange list of games, including job, body type, weirdly kinks and cock size, and even ‘orientation’. That couldn’t mean sexual orientation could it. Blake thought it was a fucked up weird sort of game, but something he wanted to experiment with. After all, it was only a dumb game. No harm could come from it, so what if he had a bit of fun with Ed.
Ed was a mate. They’d known each other for years. They’d played wing man for each other, and enjoyed a number of the same women over the years. Ed was always a bit full of himself, and loved to brag about his sexual conquests.
He clicked on ‘cock size’ and a new game opened.
“Choose the change for Ed, or spend some money to let chance decide by selecting the slot version of the game.”
As Blake viewed the new screen, he noticed the tiny aubergine and the huge aubergine with the option of slots in between. He thought it was weird that the app had guessed at his mates knob size, but having been on a rugby team with Ed for years, he was also surprised at how accurate that probably was. Of course, 6.5” would be Ed’s erect cock, but still. He was in this for the bucks, and the idea that a company would give him $300 worth of credit for a fantasy was insane. So of course he selected the massive aubergine, and was interested that Ed’s cock stats rolled up to a whopping 14”, and who knew how thick it was.
Alpha – Rugers has no idea that he’s just permanently altered his team mate. Bring on more muscle
Pi – no, no more brawn, I want him young, dumb and cute
Psi – Don’t forget Ed is still straight based on his profile.
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Across town, Ed was lying with his back on the bench, arms extended in the air as he tried to retain the small bulk he’d managed to gain over the past few years. He was just manoeuvring the weights back into their catch when he felt that strange tingle move to his crotch. As if the warmth gripped the entirety of his cock and balls, he lurched forward just in time to hide his throbbing erection. Ed stared down at his lycra compression pants and was shocked to see an cock he didn’t recognise, as his own member lengthened and thickened before his eyes. His once just above average cock continued to stretch, expand and fatten until it looked like a trapped python.
Ed grabbed his sweat towel, hung it between his legs and made a quick dash for the locker rooms.
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“Congratulations Blake on your first major change, you now have $450 credits. Would you like to try altering Ed’s cock any further or try a different game?”
Blake chuckled to himself but chose not to tinker. Afterall it would cost him to do so. He went back to the game menu and chose ‘position’.
It’s vague title could have meant position at work, or status in life, but the twisted game was more interested in the role he played in the bedroom. Ed showed as being a total top, which didn’t surprise Blake, although again this had to be a random guess, or an algorithm deducing from his FB account. It couldn’t really know Ed’s sexual position. But it was convinced he was a total top as it gave no monetary incentive to keep Ed as a top. Blake had nothing to lose by choosing Ed’s new sexual position of versatile. Bottom just felt wrong, even though it didn’t mean anything.
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Finally in the safety of the locker room, Ed navigated between the few half dressed men and headed to the WC. He opened a cubicle and locked himself in. Blake finally tried to take in what had just happened to him, when his mind seemed to be gripped for a moment, along with his cock. The tingle passed and Ed got back to trying to figure out what to do.”
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Smirking at the thought of his pal being up for control sex by some slutty dominatrix, he navigated to body type game.
This time he was presented with three different types of body shape, his current type definitely set to Ectomorph. Well, if this app was so good at guessing, then a short analysis of Ed’s Facebook pics would clearly show his ectomorphic shape.
So far the game hadn’t really made any changes which Blake could see, and he was worried it was a bit gay to play without seeing any results. Where was the fun in the game, other than in getting money? Would it change his photo if he changed him into a Mesomorphic body type?
Automatically, it also opened the ‘muscle mass’ menu, revealing a gradient of four mesomorphic men of different muscle mass. Imagining his friend with powerful muscles, he clicked the hunky option which would give him $200 of credit. The $400 option would have turned his pals image into a hulk.
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Ed felt the tingle over his body again, but this time it started in his upper body growing him out. His biceps strengthened as they enlarged and his small developed chest muscles pushed out, straining his compression top. His new body shape demanded wider shoulders and as they broadened, his waist compacted and his core became a solid six-pack.
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A notification appeared
“Blake, would you like to see Ed in his new form with Christmas attire for $100 and a new evening job for $200?”
‘Finally this game is going to show me some changes to his pic.’ Blake thought and clicked “yes”
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Ed was stood in the cubicle wondering what the fuck was happening to him, when his compression gear melted from his torso, and transformed around his groin. He suddenly knew how sexy he was and he went to exit the cubicle
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Blake grinned at what the app had done to his bud’s picture. This really was a fucked up app, but it was currently saying he had $1250. His eyes flicked to Ed’s current stats and laughed when it said his friend was a stripper, but why did it mention his sexuality?
Guys it's fun to be back. Not my best work, but something fun for the holiday season. hunky Santa's are in the future of this sereis
Harry came back from his chess club meeting, he was a college student majoring in History and loved the subject, he could tell you the names of all the Kings and Queens of England, he geeked out about the history of the 16th and 17th Centuries, the Ottoman Empire, Austria, France, etc.
Harry shared a dorm with a dumb frat boy jock, as he referred to his roommate, Joe, to say the least the situation between the two was very tense. He didn't like that Joe called him Hal instead of Harry, that there was constantly random stuff lying on the floor making the entire place messy and that he'd have to go around and clean everything up. But what angered Harry the most is when Joe came back to the dorm after the gym, as if bathed in his own sweat, and what he couldn't stand the most was the reek coming off of Joe. Harry usually complained to his roommate about it however Joe simply replied in his dumb cocky jock voice "hehehe, chill brah, I'll spray a bit of Lynx and it'll be grand" before diverting the topic to his plans for the evening which entailed him railing a bimbo at a frat party saying "love spreading my seed brah".
Harry enters the kitchen, he spotted a note from Joe which said "hey brah, left you a cocktail in the fridge, hope it'll help release the tension you've been building up for a while now ;)". Harry was surprised, Joe never made him any cocktails... in fact he never made him anything which made him suspicious.
Harry opened the fridge and took the cocktail out. It smelled normal... a bunch of fruits mixed together with a small bit of cocoa mixed in... So Harry thought "well I guess that was nice of him... I mean there is nothing wrong with it it would be bad if it went to waste" before chugging the cocktail down.
A few moments later Harry went and lay on his bedroom, he took his laptop intending to continue in with his essay however he saw that there was a new file on his desktop entitled "for you brah"... Harry was a bit suspicious but curiousity got the better of him and he opened the file.
In it there was a lot of photos and videos of shirtless Jocks working out, flexing and fucking. Harry was asexual and rarely jacked off, in fact he wasn't much interested in jacking off and he was never horny... however he felt weird after opening the file and all of a sudden a huge sense of arousal and horniness spread over him, his cock instantly went stiff and Harry felt that he really wanted to jerk off and blow a load out.
Harry started jerking his average sized meat. As he did he didn't even notice due to the hypnotic effect the videos and photos had on him, that he was gaining muscle mass. First came his legs inflating and becoming muscular, as if Harry was a professional runner all of his life. Then came the torso, two huge pecs jumped out and then a finally chiseled six-pack formed with a sexy v-line leading to his now growing member. The arms started to inflate gaining a lot of muscle. Finally came the face, it got more detailed and chiseled out. His spots melted away, his eyes became a blue colour, his hair bacame dark brownish in colour, his nose became more prettier as well as his mouth... By now Harry looked completely like a Jock all that was left of his past self was his cock and mind.
The more he jacked his meat the longer it got which started to result in a brain drain of his memories of chess classes, playing games with his nerd friends and studying history were all replaced and drained into his balls which were filling up with his memories and growing the size of hanging tennis balls in the process.
Harry tried to think... but his thoughts were replaced by his new thoughts. His name wasn't Harry no... it was Hal of course it was, everyone's called him that including his best frien... bro Joe, Hal liked to run, he remembered running marathons when he was still in his teens, he loved to go to the gym and workout chiseling his physique even more but most importantly he was absolutely fucking horny and cocky 24/7.
"fuck yea braaaaaah", Hal shouted as he spurt ropes of cum out of his now 11 inch cum cannon repulsing his old self and cementing his new self Hal. That's when his bro came back. "Hal you're back fuck seems you had a lot of fun brah" Joe chuckled as he looked at the naked Hal laying on his bed with cum all over his abs. "Fuck yea brah, I just really needed that release ya know". Joe said "fuck ye brah that's why I left you that COCKtail for you to drink mixed in with a secret ingredient". "What ingredient brah" Hal said. Joe replied "well... I do love spreading my seed ya know brah" he chuckled and Hal joined him.
Afterwards Hal went off to the shower and washed himself. Then Joe and Hal went off to a frat party where Hal lost his virginity and slept with about 5 bimbos in one night... after all Hal liked to spread his seed and impregnate every hot babe in the city... which was easy as Hal was now one of the most sexiest men in town making him irresistible... and it's all thanks to that COCKtail... maybe a few of his old nerd bros could benefit from a COCKtail of his own making? He mischievously looked and chuckled while looking at Richard, his old chess club "brah"
Adam was a Biology student in his University and he was quite good at what he did. He was quite shy, quiet and nerdy and he liked what he did as he was extremely passionate.
Adam was staying back one night to finish some work. He'd finish at about 1 a.m, at this point the lab was completely devoid of human life, except for him of course.
He was preparing to leave when he remembered he had to put back one of the samples that was left on the table. He made his way to the table but as he did he didn't notice that a mop was lying on the floor. He tripped over and fell into a suspicious machine that, as he fell into it, shut behind him completely.
'initiating scanning procedure' the machine said, Adam was confused as to what the hell was going on as the machine scanned him up and down. 'no athlete registered on my harddrive fits your description- initiating jockification assimilation procedure' the machine said as mechanical hands came out and ripped apart all the clothes Adam was wearing and took his glasses off his nose and smashed them up.
Adam was extremely confused, but then he felt like something was being injected into him. He looked down and saw that a small tube with a small syringe was injecting some sort of a blue serum into his balls. He tried to stop it but it's as of the machines read his mind 'subject uncooperative- initiating restraining protocol' as the machine said that four mechanical hands came out and restrained both Adams arms and legs, Adam was now vulnerable and at the complete mercy of the machine.
The Serum continued to be injected into his balls, as it was he felt changes happening. First it obviously began with the balls that started to expand becoming the size of tennis balls. He felt a terrible itch in his balls, but what he didn't know about was that his inferior Nerd sperm was being killed off and replaced with the blue liquid that began to kill and convert the inferior Nerd sperm into superior jock sperm.
Adam began to feel that his dick was also growing, expanding to a whopping 11 inches and being the width of q can of coca cola. The Serum wasn't only limited to the balls it also began expanding throughout his body. He felt extremely warm in his torso as his fat began to be eaten up and converted into muscle, soon enough the fat was completely gone and was replaced by a huge fucking six-pack, two huge pecs at the top, and two huge arms, with the fingers becoming a bit longer to adapt Adam to give a woman as much pleasure through fingering as possible. The Serum also reached Adams legs which also inflated and became pure muscle. Though the true crowning jewel was Adams new V-line that led to his massive hung shlong of meat.
Adam was so confused and began to demand that the machine stop and release him, after the machine was unresponsive to his pleas, in desperation he began shouting for help in hopes someone might hear him... but the neat part about that plan was that no one was there so Adam was quite literally left on the mercy of that machine.
The Serum eventually went into Adams head as it began to redefine it. The spots were being eaten up by the mysterious serum, his face scars that resulted from the spots being eaten up were redefined and ended up making Adams face extremely smooth. His eyes also changed colour and became hazel and his Adams apple expanded which resulted in his voice deepening.
All of a Sudden a fleshlight came out of a compartment and lached itself onto Adams hung 11 inch cum cannon. It started to milk his dick and it became instantly hard. 'memory reassignment procedure in operation' the machine said and Adam felt immense pleasure and lust overcome him, he was no longer a Biology student but he loved wrestling, in fact he was part of the college wrestling team and he loved it. He was also Majoring in Nutritional Health... which was basically a course that aimed on athleticism and dieting advice for people... he aimed to become a personal trainer some day with this. He also loved to fuck and his testosterone levels permitted him to be super horny 24/7 even after cumming he'd still be lusty for more.
Once the mental changes came to a close, the fleshlight began to pump rapidly making Adam... or Adonis as he would now be called, cum torrents of cum out of him. 'fleshlight overload' the machine said as the fleshlight couldn't contain the amounts of cum Adonis was cumming out of his body. The fleshlight would eventually break.
After that Adonis was released. The machine concluded by saying 'Adonis recognised in the system- jockification assimilation procedure complete'. Adonis approached a mirror and looked into it. He was standing completely naked, cum still leaking a bit out of his dick. 'fuck yea I look awesome... time to go and fuck some chicks... I hear some of them should be ovulating about now... better get in there while I can' he looked naughtily at himself perfectly knowing that he wanted to spread his seed and see as many chicks impregnated with it as possible. Adonis pit on a pair of red shorts, and went off to conquer the campus.
Adam would be creaming his pants at the jock that he has become, he loved his ne life as not Adam... but Adonis:
St. Patrick's day Gamma Tau special. My plan got longer than I wanted so its in 2 parts. 2nd one won't be today though. Enjoy
Josh Miller was a fairly average college guy. He was from a well to do family and 3 generations have gone to this school so he had to be the 4th. There was even a hall named after them, Miller Hall, which was used for buisness classes. He was a finance major and very serious about his studies. Too serious if you asked his friends Michael Preston and Thomas Baker.
They were also finamce majors and met Josh in class. The two of them were gay and while Josh considered himself straight he was really more asexual, but he didn't judge them or give them any shit about it. While they too were on scholarships, from well to do families and quite studious in their own right, they also knew when to relax and put the stress aside. Josh didn't. If he wasn't studying he was failing. Which is why he initially refused to drive Mike and Tom to a st Patrick's day party being hosted by one of the frats.
"Come on dude they are accepting pledges there!" Mike practically begged.
"I have a project due the day after" Josh said. "I suppose I could drop you off and come back when your done?" He offered but Tom scoffed at him.
"No way! your coming too! Just uh, don't drink, your the driver" Tom said.
"I said no" Josh groaned.
"Take us and we can help with the project after" Mike offered. This time it was Josh's turn to scoff
"Sure let two drunken idiots help my project, that should go over well"
"You can't study all the time; your project is definitely at the passing point already, doesn't have to be perfect!" Fine. They had a point. Josh reluctantly agreed and a few days later he was pulling up to the Gamma Tau house. Music blasting and signs directing students to the indoor pool. How is it that they convinced the school to let them do this? Easy. All proceeds from the drinks were being donated to a local food bank. The same way Gamma gets away with everything. There were also rumors of the president making deals with the school and one of the Deans being a forner member and letting things slide.
The music was bumping, some guy named Kyle was DJing, Josh only picked that up from the cheering from some guys who were already drunk. It didn't take long for him to lose his friends in the crowd as he looked for a relatively quiet place to sit down. However as he wormed his way through the crowd he bumped into one of the gamma boys dressed in only a green speedo.
"Common bro I cleaned the pool for this party! Enjoy it!" He shouted giving Josh a chest bump that caused him to back flop into the pool! He quickly got his head above the surface gasping and coughing as he climbed out of the pool.
"What the hell I'm soaked!" He shouted as the guy who pushed him chuckled.
"Oh shit sorry bro, guess I bumped too hard!" he said but Josh was fuming. "Tell you what bro, pretty sure we got some spare clothes follow me" he said tossing his arm over Josh's shoulder and leading him into the house. "Names Dean by the way" he said as if Josh really cared. He was above most of these dumb muscle bound frat boys naturally, though in truth most of them had good grades. They just knew how to have a good time but Josh was too caught up in his own stereotypes to realize.
The clothes were hardly something he'd ever wear. A pair of green and black plaid boxers, a green tank top and a pair of overalls with some green socks and a pair of green and black checkered vans.
"Got anything else?" Josh asked.
"You'll look the right color for the party!" Dean grinned. After Josh was dressed in the clothes that seemed a bit loose Dean completed the look by pushing a green hat with the frat letters on it, backwards, onto his head. He turned around suprised but felt a rush to his head and before he could complain further about the outfit he suddenly forgot why he was upset. He just stood there with a dazed look. He didn't react much as Dean leads him back to the party. The music thumping room spinning a bit, the music and people chatting. The sounds kind of just blended together resulting in Dean giving him a funny look.
"Wha?" Josh asked and Dean chuckled.
"I said, know anything about mixed drinks?" Dean repeated a question he apparently already asked.
"Uh no not really" was that true? It felt right but he was really confused right now.
"Really? Thought drinking was in your genes bro!" Dean said laughing. Josh wanted to correct him but he felt too light headed to refute it, not noticing his dark brown hair starting to lighten. Or his skin gaining a sudden paler. As he was lead to the poolside bar he realized yes. He did know about the drinks. There was vodka, wines, beer, rum, soon even just looking at the brand names he knew what type of liquor it was. Soon he was behind the bar...how had that happened? Before he could question it guys were placing orders and how is it that off the top of his head, as if on auto pilot, he know how to mix the perfect Lomg Island Iced Tea, or Screwdriver? As he mixed the drinks his arms swelled with neew muscle. His chest began to inflate into 2 lean but square pecs that filled in his new tanktop nicely. His stomach always had a 6 back rite? Of course. He had known these drinks because it was in his blood rite? His face shifting to be more angular and itching as redish hair grew to fill in some stubble as freckles dotted across his face. He knew drinks, he bartended all the time for his bros! Hell his family practically had him doing it as a kid! Though unlike the stereotypes of his heritage he actually didn't like to drink a lot. Though he couldn't say the same for his 2 brothers! His memories of studying intensly began to fade. Replaced with being intelligent still, but knowing when to turn it off and have fun. His dick englarged as his balls swelled up. They burned breifly as the sperm containing his old genes died off replaced by potent ginger sperm. He was definitely still straight and definitely willing to let any girl catch his leprechaun...if she was willing to show him her pot o gold! Haha. His legs began to swell with muscle and fill his overalls snuggly as his feet grew a bit bigger to fill his new shoes. In the haze of noise and hormones he remembered. He wasn't some boring nerd named Josh...no he was Jameson O'Hennessy! A Gamma Bro, their bartender, and no party could be complete without his cocktails! He wondered where his brothers had gone but couldn't go look for them for now as he kept getting requests. Dean and Prez Dorian looked on at their new bartender with broad grins.
My jock roommate keeps pushing me to go to the gym with him saying “he can be my personal trainer” one day after saying no he had enough.
"No," You respond harshly and finally. You had, had enough of Jason your roommate edging you to go to the gym with him. You were a nerd and not some dumb disgusting brute like him. But he just smirked at you.
"What is it? why are you just smirking?" you reply, confused at his look.
"Well, since I can't train you to be better, guess I'll have to make you better!" Jason yelled wildly, as he charged towards you. He ran at you and slammed onto the floor. He ripped off everything until you were naked, not caring if he damaged your clothes. Then he straddled you, placing his legs either side of you and his thick bubble but resting on you fat belly, while his cock sat between your man tits. Jason then took off his shoe and looked down at you, smirking. He forced the shoe over your face as quickly as he could over your mouth and nose, forcing you to inhale his stink. The smell was intoxicating as it infected you, but as it got further into your body it turned into a vile pulsing that shot straight towards your feet. He got off you and went to sit on a nearby chair watching as you scrambled to get up.
"That's not funny," You gasp, your voice disappearing into the air, as you clambered up. You feet begin to feel itchy and unnatural. You look down to see your clothes are all gone. You look further and your feet to see your skin turn into shoe material. Your heart stops as a pair of white Nike trainers grow out of your feet. They continued to grow into size thirteens, considerably bigger than what your feet were. The laces came out and did themselves up. A black Nike tick appeared on the side as the material hardened. As the shoes cemented themselves to you, something engulfed your new massive feet and slid up them. Your saw two large Nike sports socks slither up your ankles, going higher and higher until it reached your knees.
You felt a cramp in your calves, as the socks began tightening to the skin. But to your surprise, your calves were growing. The growth continued up your legs, your thighs became thick with meaty muscle. Your crotch got itchy as your bush and cock began growing. Your cock grew out from its average size into a mighty python, while your bush grew out until a pair of tight white briefs appeared and covered them.
There was a sudden rupture in your flat butt. Suddenly a bubble butt like Jason's burst out to fill the briefs. A pair of black gym shorts appeared over the briefs.
The swelling continued up your torso expanding it with muscle. A pristine six-pack popped out of your abs. You begin to feel your hot body, rubbing it and exploring your new fitness. As your hands came back up, you could feel the growth in your pecs as they ballooned out. You scream in pleasure as they turned into soft pillowy pecs.
The changes continue. You feel your shoulders grow out, while your tri's and biceps explode in size and muscle.
You continue to moan, but your voice begins to deepen as your vocal cords are reshaped. The changes hit your neck adding plenty of girth to it, before reshaping your face. Your face becomes more angular and prominent; squared jaw, tighter face with more compact features. There's an itching sensation around your chin and cheeks as a thick chin strap sprouts. Then the hair on your sides shaves down to a size 1 while the top gets shorter before spiking out to the side.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You're totally different now. You should scream, a small part of your sub-conscience is screaming, but the pleasure has got you. You begin to get hard to how swole you look, your body feels so good so normal. Yeah, this is your body, which you've worked at day after day with your bro Jason. Jason is your best bro, always helping you out and guiding you to what's right. Your old thoughts and memories disappear as new ones take over.
"How you feelin' bro?" Jason asks
"Fuckin' great bro," you reply enthusiastically.
Jason puts his arm around you and walks you out of the room to start your new life as a jock.
Hello again. I was bored again in my usual thin and hairless body. Could you do something about it? I can pay any price.. But I know that usually magic and curses can't be bought for money... ;)
Giving me free range? That’s a very brave move. Some might even argue foolish. But each to their own. A change is what you want so a change is what you’ll have. And now I think about it, my friend was after a new personal trainer who’s more willing to ‘bend over backwards’ for clients. So let’s get started.
In a flash you find yourself stood in a gym. The heavy clanks of weights and grunts of people lifting. Even the smell of sweat hits you like a brick. Looking around you see a man come up to you. It takes you a second to register it’s me, but before you can say anything I run my hands through your hair. It’s odd, once I’m done it feels like your head is itchy. You pull a strand down to your eyes to see it changing colour. Lightening and becoming a warm orange. You’re becoming ginger. Your skin pales slightly and freckles start to appear on your back and arms.
Now we’re done with that part you see me admiring my work. You’re about to interject when I give your stomach a hard slap, almost winding you. It’s like a chain reaction as you feel your whole body tense like it hasn’t tensed before. I start ripping your clothes off you to get a better look. Slowly, your stomach is forming abs which start to grow thicker. Your pecs begin to fill out. Same with your arms and thighs. Soon it looks like you’re in the best shape of your life.
But it doesn’t stop there. You feel your spine and feet begin to crack as your grow taller and your feet lengthen to accommodate. Soon your pushing close to 6”5. Your body continues to swell with muscle and thicken all over. Where there was once an average guy is now a hulking muscular man. Before you know it you have thighs the size of tree trunks and anacondas for arms. Your pecs are so large they’re practically plates and your abs are almost like cobble stones. Even your neck has thickened with muscle! You can feel a stirring in your groin and your member pushes and lengthens until it’s 8 inches soft. And trust me, you’re a grower too! Your balls grow thick and heavy from testosterone until you’re my perfect ginger bodybuilder. Even your veins are thick.
Now it’s just time for the finishing touches. You see me gesture you to lean down now that you tower above most people. Once you do I give your forehead a soft peck. As I pull away, so do any complex thoughts you once had. Any stress, worries, anxiety. You’re way too dumb to worry about anything now. All you know is lifting and how to fuck. Like the perfect personal trainer. Just look at that cute dumb expression on your face, even scratching your head as you try to recall what you just lost. It’s okay big guy, thoughts are for smart people anyways.
Before you know it o chuck you a uniform for your new job. Now you’re going to be my friend’s PT and trust me they’re quite demanding. You’ll have to really push them, but don’t worry it shouldn’t take too much brain power. And make sure you show them a good time in the showers after their session. I trust that you’ll take good care of them big guy. Don’t worry about payment, you’ve already spent most of your IQ on this change. I’ll just come in from time to time and you can show me what that body can really do.
Jackson stared at the black headphones that had appeared on his doorstep, on it attached a note. "For jackson"
Putting on the headphones he immediately started hearing audio.
"You're a little dumb jock"
A sharp pang went through Jackson's head
"You're tall and lean, you are sexy and handsome"
Jackson's chubby body slowly elongated as his fat transformed into lean muscle.
"You can get any and every person you want."
Although Jackson had never considered guys before, he started to as he stared at the tight twink across the road from him.
"You are dominant, no one talks back to you."
Jackson walks over to the twink, with each step his feet cracking bigger, his Jean's turning into gray sweatpants. With every breath his body becoming just slightly more toned, his shoulders broad but his waist small. All of this transformation was making him bricked up.
He grabbed the twink by his hair, "hey baby, you wouldnt mind if I breed your ass here in public right?"
The twink looked back at him "but I'm straigh- "
"No no no, get down bitch boy" Jackson said, his voice two octaves lower.
He went blank for a second as his mind reconfigured, as he processed the man in front of him he become aroused.
"Of course, do what you want to be stud"
Jackson started to thrust into the twink, rhythmically speeding up faster and faster. The twink squealed in ecstasy.
"You are a sex god"
Jackson's already growing appendage suddenly grew an extra five inches, reaching a huge 11 inches hard.
People passing by on the street werent even disgusted, they were aroused actually.
He climaxed, spilling bucket after bucket into the twink as he moaned deeply and sensually.
Jackson had finally reached his finally stage, a well muscled, tall, sexy, dominant jock. Long gone were his days of being bullied, now he was the king of his city, no- the world.
He decided to take a picture of himself for his thirsty adoring fans.
“No, no, no… Where the fuck are they”, yelled Eli angrily as he rummaged through his room. He was looking for a pack of condoms for him and his bf, AJ. AJ was set to come over later on, and they were going to have an evening to themselves, and after a long and busy week, they wanted to have some fun. They were both overly cautious and, so made sure they always wore protection when they had sex.
“What's wrong brah?” came the loud and obnoxious voice of Justin. Justin was Eli’s annoying roommate. Sure he was jacked and really hot, Eli and AJ were into him. But Justin was a self-obsessed asshole, he talked about himself all the time unless he was talking about the girls he fucked. He also always checked himself out either flexing or playing with his hair before going out. He would fuck girls pretty much anytime he went out and either through his stupidity or perhaps odd planning, they would end up pregnant with his kid. Justin was a proper pain, worse was when AJ came over, he would always try to show off to them both, knowing that they were gay they would be into him. But if they avoided him or downplayed how hot he was, he would get annoyed and mumble some homophobic slur, so the boyfriends played along.
“AJ is coming over and I’ve lost my condoms,” said Eli.
“No worries brah, I’ll leave you one of mine in the bathroom,” Justin smirked.
“That's great, but I’ll keep searching. What time are you going out to meet your friends?” asked Eli.
“Like now, bro. The condom is ready for you under the sink. Enjoy!” Justin yelled before leaving.
Eli put off the idea of using one of Justin’s knowing it probably had a hole in it or worse it had been used. Eli spent 20 minutes searching for it before there was a knock at the door. He sighed in annoyance, AJ was here on time, and he failed to find his condoms.
“Hey,” Aj said as he strolled into the room as Eli held open the door.
“I just got here, why do you look so down?” AJ asked Eli as he settled.
“I haven’t gotten any condoms,” he replied sulkily.
“Well look in the bathroom, I’m sure Justin has some lying around,” AJ suggested.
“Sure,” Eli surrendered, knowing Justin had left one for him
AJ made his way to the bedroom, and Eli headed straight to the bathroom. He opened the cupboard under the sink, and low-and-behold there was a single used condom left for him by Justin. Eli pinched the end of it with his fingers and held it up, Justin had left quite a load in it. He held his breath and pulled it over his dick, it fit perfectly, but it was cold and slimy. 'Better to go warm it up in AJ' Eli jokingly thought to himself.
Eli quickly made his way to his room where AJ was laying naked on his bed. He threw off his clothes and leapt onto the bed.
“See, it wasn’t hard finding one of Justin’s,” AJ said slyly
“I’m pretty sure he’s used this one, so you owe me big,” Eli joked back
“Well you better get on with it and warm it up” AJ cooed.
He was right though, it was getting rather cold and slimy around his dick. Eli wasted no time and got stuck in. It was such a relief to get back to fucking his boyfriend, the two had had such busy weeks and never had any time to themselves. As Eli started, he swore the slime was moving about, probably just his thrusting. The slime, however, had a mind of its own and began slithering its way down his shaft.
“Don’t stop babe, this is great” AJ moaned as Eli continued to thrust his dick into him. But he began to slow down slightly as an unnerving feeling spread throughout his groin and waist. His butt contracted, tightening up while his thighs wobbled like jelly. As Eli gave a strong thrust into AJ, he felt waves of vibration as his skin gelatinized.
A stomach ache followed, but there was no pain, instead, a six-pack popped out, with deep lines cutting in between them. Then slightly saggy pecs ballon out with size, his nipples point sharply. Eli then felt his arms begin to ache and so started stretching them.
“Are you flexing babe?” asked AJ, not noticing or caring about his boyfriend's sudden muscle growth. Eli was confused by this, he was only stretching, though as he moved his arms they somehow ended up in a flexing position. As he tensed his arms, his bi's grew substantially and popped out a lump which settled into firm muscle. This growth travelled up his tri reaching the tips of his fingers, as his hands swelled in size.
Eli spontaneously gulped as the aching made its way up his neck and then onto his head. Eli couldn't feel as his face was rearranged, all he could feel were pins and needles. AJ couldn't see it either, as the changes happened so slowly that he barely noticed anything moving or changing, that and the pleasure of Eli's dick going back in.
The feeling lifted from his head through his hair which began growing longer and changing up too. He looked back down at his boyfriend who was moaning as each thrust of his waist sent a strong vibration down his body. It felt so good to fuck AJ, and yet something in him was feeling off about it. As the weird feeling vanished, he got back to fucking his boyfriend. He should've cummed by now, but he wasn't complaining. He got more aggressive, thrusting in harder and speeding up the rythm. His balls were bloated with a huge load that was ready to explode. Eli felt pleasure crawling down his shaft, the thrusts becoming quicker as he wanted to try and preserve something until…
“Fuck yeah brah,” Eli shot a huge load into AJ. AJ sat there and took the warm load. But something was off, hadn’t Eli worn a condom? Eli took his dick out and looked down ignoring the sight of his new pecs and abs, to see his bigger dick. He had forgotten all about the condom, which had actually melted into his foreskin.
“Justin?” AJ looked directly up at Eli, he looked confused.
“Huh, what are you talking about bro?” Eli replied casually. He had Justin’s same obnoxious tone and barely realized he had the same habits of using bro and brah. The two continued to gaze at each other, but Eli started to see a change in AJ. The load he had given him wasn’t his anymore, it was Justin’s. Eli watched in both terror, and also in excitement as if subconsciously he knew what would happen.
As AJ began to grow on the bed, the same six-pack popped out of his stomach and the same pair of pecs ballooned out. Eli saw as muscle exploded across AJ’s arms and legs. Before finally watching as AJ’s face began to remould into a complete copy of Justin’s.
“Bro, you’re literally Justin,” cried Eli
“BRO, you’re Justin” AJ shot back.
The two looked frustrated, they could barely think as their brains melted away. They turned around to look at themselves in the mirror, and shockingly, both had now turned into exact copies of Justin.
“How the fuck has this happened bro?!!” AJ exclaimed, he too now had the same obnoxious voice and abundance of “bros” and “brahs”.
“I don’t know bro,” Eli replied. As the two squabbled over what had happened to them, their minds became duller, adjusting to their new reality as Justin.
“We need to find Justin, and figure out how to turn back,” said AJ. but as Eli stared into the mirror at himself, he began to indulge in his new image and body. He had lusted after this for a long time and now he had it.
“Yeah, totally brah, let's do that,” he said apathetically. He took his right arm and began flexing it. It felt so fucking good to be flexing his muscles.
“What are you doing, brah?” AJ asked.
“Just flex bro, it feels so good,” Eli replied. His mind had all been melted at this point, all that was left was the arrogance and self-obsession that came from being Justin.
AJ followed suit and gave into the indulgence of being Justin. He couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by how hot and sexy he and Eli were now. As they stood there flexing, indulging and becoming intoxicated by being Justin, thoughts of how superior, being Justin was, crept in. Any resistance or plans of changing back abruptly disappeared, and they happily surrendered to their new fates. As they switched flexing arms, they replicated the same personality of Justin, which lead to them thinking more like him. Their knowledge of Justin's desires became their desires, thinking that they were the hottest, going out to parties weekly, and working out to ensure they looked sexy at all times, which they did. Justin was also exclusively straight, and they would be too, surprisingly they both got erect thinking of boobs and pussy. They both knew, however, that Justin had a habit of breeding chicks. They would now share the same goal, popping out as many offspring, which would all become more Justin's, as they could.
There was no trace of Eli or AJ, except memory, which was quickly forgotten. They knew they were clones, but they didn’t care, only that they were Justin now. The only difference was that they weren't the original Justin, so they would obey him and all his commands while fulfilling their own purposes as clones of Justin.
The main door to the apartment opened and the loud obnoxious voice of Justin filled the apartment, followed by the light steps of high heels and feminine voices. Justin stomped his way over to the room and opened the door, before closing it behind him. He looked at the two and smirked.
“You two brahs worked perfectly, you look just like me,” he smirked.
“Yeah, brah, Eli and AJ are gone, it's just Justin and Justin now,” Justin (Eli) smirked back
“Good, those fags were annoying, now we can get on with the important stuff,” said Justin (AJ), smirking as well.
“You better get dressed, I’ve got like three girls and some fag out there and they all need a good load of Justin in ‘em,” Justin explained.
"Who's the fag?" Justin (AJ) asked.
"Doesn't matter, he thought I was mid and needs to be converted too. Just make sure he gets a big load in him, then come out and take the chick who'll be waiting for you, now enough talking bros, get dressed," he grinned before dumping a pair of identical sets of clothing on the floor, leaving his clones to get changed. Eli and AJ picked up a set of clothes and hurriedly changed into them. They both wore identical black shorts and a blue tank top, with a backward cap on top. The same look as Justin, no one would ever tell them apart. AJ rushed out to join Justin, quickly getting his arm around a brunette chick and leading her back to a room.
But, before Eli left he couldn’t help but take a picture himself. He put on a typical fuckboy look and lifted up his tank to reveal his abs, before snapping a pic for Snapchat. He headed out to join his brothers, fucking girls and assimilating any guys who dare insult them.
Ryan sat in his room studying peacefully as the apartment door slammed open and Tyler wandered in. Ryan could guess Tyler was probably bored again. He was doing sports and business, and his work was incredibly intensive. Though Tyler was a nice guy, he was getting more agitated as the weeks went on. Ryan was mainly to blame. He had stopped Tyler from having his friends over, going out and getting drunk, or even playing his games too loudly. Ryan was also studying and he couldn't have distractions, especially from drunk frat bros, who made a roar every five minutes. He also found them and Tyler very attractive, which was another far more addictive distraction.
“Awe fuck man, what to do! what to do!” howled Tyler as he stood in the main room purposelessly. Ryan knew Tyler must’ve had a really intense day, but he didn’t want him playing games or doing anything loud as he had a science paper to complete.
“Fuck, Ryan where are you?” Tyler called out. Ryan was confused by this call but obliged his roommate.
“Hey, what can I help you with?” Ryan asked politely, his boner started chubbing up at seeing Tyler's ripped chest out.
“Bro, come in my room I’ll explain,” he said. Ryan noticed he seemed incredibly agitated, this had been building up over the week. Ryan and Tyler casually made their way to his room when Ryan got in Tyler closed his door, doing the lock, before walking over to his bed and pulling down his gym shorts and briefs. Ryan was so confused by this but also really turned on.
“Ty…” Tyler cut him off before he could speak
“Bro, don’t worry ok, all I need you to do is help me out one time. Just gimme a little blowie here and now. The door's locked so no one will see,” he explained.
“Tyler you're a really good…” Tyler cut him off again.
“Bro, I know you're chubbing a boner, and I really need this. I’ve been working to death all week and I’ve kept my side of the deal and not played any games or had anyone over. Please, bro, just this once,” He pleaded, Ryan could see Tyler was bringing out everything as he was even giving him puppy eyes.
“Fine then,” Ryan conceded.
“Fucking thanks, bro,” Tyler replied as he sat on his bed and took out his 6-inch wonder. Ryan eagerly came over to him, but before he got on his knee’s Tyler had another request.
“Bro, I need you to strip too and can you put these on,” He asked, throwing a pair of black briefs at him. Ryan was yet again puzzled by this but obliged. He was going to get his wish and suck off Tyler. Ryan Stripped to his bare skin and pulled up the sweaty brief, that clung tightly to his meagre frame.
Tyler opened his legs and let his member flop out, as Ryan went to his knees. Ryan grabbed his dick and opened up his maw. As Ryan's lips touched his tip, Tyler howled with pleasure. Tyler's dick was amazing, better than he had dreamed about. Ryan happily sucked away at it going up and down, while Tyler moaned joyfully.
“Fuck bro, that's amazing,” He complimented, before grabbing Ryan’s head and forcing him further into his crotch. Ryan was taken aback by this but it only enhanced the act. Ryan's dick should've been growing to a full mast by now, but the tight restrictive briefs held it so tightly that it forced his dick to remain flaccid.
“I’m so happy we’re here now, honestly I was gonna hold off…” Tyler began, Ryan listened attentively, interested in what he was rambling on about.
“But you just had to be annoying, stopping me from seeing my bros and being a huge fag all the time,” Tyler growled. Ryan was taken aback, he had never thought his smiley nice jock roommate would use such language around him.
“Sitting there and staring at us while we have fun. God, it must be so boring for you bro, focusing so much on your studies and not relaxing once in a while. Now, we can change that bro,” Tyler went on, his grip on Ryan's head getting stronger.
“Now, bro we ain’t gonna be against each other or stopping each other having fun. No more not playing games while you study or not at all, we’re gonna play together. I’m also gonna get you signed up for sports and take you to the gym with me bro. We can work out together.” he continued to moan as his dick got longer, and the pleasure of Ryan sucking his dick was starting to get to him.
“You’re not gonna be into me or guys anymore, instead we’ll be each other's wingmen and crushing pussy, every Friday night, here, bro. And when we don’t get any we’ll just help each other out, ain't gay if we're both straight. We’ll be the best bros together,” He finished, his balls were now filling up with his load and preparing to fire. Ryan, who had been listening intently, was enjoying himself but quite concerned by what he heard. What was he going on about? Was he this upset about not doing stuff together, or was he lonely? Either way, he needed to talk afterwards, especially about Ryan being straight. Ryan looked up to see Tyler lifting up as if he could feel his load coming. Tyler continued to moan as the pressure came and he realized what was coming. Tyler’s face turned to a massive shit-eating grin and looked straight down into Ryans' eyes.
“No homo, faggot,” He said with a shit-eating grin. At that moment his dick erupted spewing slimy shots of his cream straight down Ryan’s throat. There was so much that Ryan was gulping it all down as if it was a drink. With each load of cum that settled in his stomach, Ryan got heavier. Eventually, it was all done and Ryan stumbled up trying to grab something to hold him up. Tyler grabbed him and pulled him to the bed and laid him down.
“There we go bro, come and sit here with me,” He smirked, as he looked down upon a helpless Ryan,
“What were you talking about?” Ryan stuttered out, his stomach now emanating weight across his body.
“Don’t bother talking bro, you’ve got a lot of brotein in you now. Just let my shit absorb into your system,”
“Huh,” Ryan responded, as his stomach growled. The weight began dissipating, changing into a new feeling. Pleasure sparked inside his stomach before spreading out across his body. Ryan twitched on the bed, a smile grew on his face as the sensation reached the tips of his toes and fingers. Ryan’s body began to grow, shooting upward, while his legs stretched off the side of the bed. His fragile and thin chest began to pump with mass as his pecs perked up into mountains, while below a maze of ravines formed in his core as his abs popped out one by one until he had a neatly carved six-pack.
“Oh fuck, I want more… more,” cried Ryan as the pleasure started taking a hold of him. He couldn’t feel anything but bliss.
“That's right bro, just let the brocess do its thing,” Tyler responded, taking pride in his work.
Ryan's arms and legs were next. His thighs became thick with meat and muscle, which rippled all the way down to his toes which grew fatter and meatier. His loose butt also tensed up as layers of muscle packed onto his backside. So much so, that it began to tighten close off his butt from ever being penetrated again. His arms felt waves of muscle wash down to his fingers. His biceps popped with veins and his hands turned into giant paws with long sausage fingers.
“Wait, this isn’t right,” Ryan cried as he tried to regain freedom from the bliss, but it was too much and he was back in it, drowning in the sensational feeling.
“Of course it is bro, you’ll thank me later,” replied Tyler.
The change now focused on Ryan’s feminine but nerdy face. Its long shape squashed into a rounder shape, while his jaw and cheeks became sharper. His eyes grew wider while his brows grew furrier, his long nose widened and pointed out more, and his mouth became poutier. Brown hairs then began to sprout all over his face, snapping a thick chin strap around him and amplifying a douchey look. His long and neatly styled quiff patted itself down into a short curly cut, while his sides took on a medium fade.
His mind is ablaze with thoughts, but they are drowning in bliss. Ryan could barely think up a plan to escape as he found himself both enjoying and horrified at what was happening. His intelligence dissolved into matter, and his IQ was painfully hammered down. His aspirations were trashed as new ones forced their way in. He no longer wanted to study science and partake in nerdy hobbies, now he wanted to do sports and business, like Tyler. He wanted to work out, play sports and have a good time. He wanted to party and get drunk, not sit back and write papers endlessly. And lastly, he wanted to…
Ryan grabbed his undies as his cock stirred to life, growing harder and his balls filling up with cream and expanding into golf balls. All the pleasure now shot straight to his groin and his hands followed. Ryan wanted to fuck, no he needed to fuck… chicks. His homosexuality was sucked down into the depths of his balls and he was left with a lustful heterosexuality. He couldn’t help but find blonde bimbos, tits and tight pussies hot now, it's all that turned him on. But that wasn’t enough, he had a thick and potent cream now. He needed to stick his fat cock in them and pollinate them with more of his jock litter so a new generation of jocks, in his image, would rise.
Like Tyler, Ryan could barely tolerate faggots and nerds. He didn’t want to beat them or tease them as that was pointless, but if they got in his way or irritated him by checking him out. Then just like Tyler he would give them a nice load of his jock cream and watch them grow into more jocks. It felt like a calling to convert those lesser than him, just as powerful as his need to breed.
“You're almost there bro, lemme help you out,” Tyler smirked, grabbing Ryan's python and giving a good tug. Ryan barely cared, Tyler was straight like him so there was nothing gay about it.
“Oh fuck bro, it's coming,” Ryan moaned as the pressure hit his balls.
“Fuck… here… it comes, brrooooo,” Ryan cried as his dick erupted and cum was shot all over the room, before evaporating. His old life is gone now. Tyler let go of his dick and let his briefs ping back to his skin. Ryan got up and looked at a smirking Tyler.
“No homo bro,” was all he said, as a smirk grew on his face.
“So bro, what should we do now?” asked Tyler.
“I’m thinking we get a pizza for food and play some cod. Maybe there's a party on at some frat house, later on, I’m eager to show off these guns to the babes,” Ryan said, flexing his arms and smirking at Tyler, who was happy with his new roommate.
"This project sucks" said your jock project partner. "I can't believe how long this is taking. Honestly, I'm not good with this kind of stuff. Way too much thinking. Nerd shit, if you ask me. I'm glad I got paired up with you, because you seem good with this," he said to you.
You rolled your eyes and agitation, staring at all his dumb, macho movie and sport posters. How did you always end up stuck with these meathead idiots who were too dumb to do any of the work that needed to get done?
"You know, you're pretty cool for a gay guy. You should think about joining my frat," he said.
You stared at him, confused for a minute. You? A frat? That was ridiculous. You hated frats, hated the people in them, and hated what they stood for. Just another excuse to get drunk, and so full of misogynistic douchebags. You told him you weren't interested politely. He asked again soon, and you declined again. He kept asking why, but you just said it wasn't your type of thing. He said that was cool, but other people had to come around before and it was pretty chill. These were the years to fuck around, drink beer, workout, bulk up, and fuck. They had their whole lives to be boring. This was their physical prime and they should take advantage of that. You thought it was gross.
You had to admit though, he was pretty hot, even for a total idiot. His bulging arms kept catching your gaze. They were nice and big, nice to look at. Nice when he moved and his huge biceps rolled up and down his upper arm. Maybe it was the only positive aspect of getting paired up with him for this project. It didn't help that he was the exact type of guy you'd imagine fucking you, telling you what to do when you jerked off at night, but you usually compartmentalized the two parts well.
Later, he was zoned out playing video games and drinking a beer as you worked on the project, and eventually leaned back, and hoisted one of his feet up on the side table next to you. At first, you were disgusted. Did he have no manners? But as time went on you noticed how nice it was to look at. How smooth it was, and how big. So big. So much bigger than yours, and nice and meaty too. You felt yourself getting hard against your will, trying to look away and focus... but he was fucking hot! As you thought about it more, you realized maybe... you were in the wrong. He may be dumb, but he had never been judgemental, malicious or mean. Maybe you were the one with preconceived notions. Maybe you were the one being judgemental, and maybe you were the one who should've gave him a chance.
"I'm so glad you're taking care of this, man. I'm a lot better at more physical stuff than that stuff if you know what I mean."
You stared at him, eyebrow raised.
"I mean, I know you can tell. You've been staring at my arm since you got here. What is it? Do you like these?" he asked, flexing. His biceps rolled up like hills as big as his head forming, also highlighting his capped shoulders and muscular, hairy armpits.
You stared, transfixed by his huge muscles and bushy pits, still shocked the fact that he had just done that but unable to look away. He was smiling at you, his killer white smile flashing. He turned his wrists the other way and then back again and his biceps followed accordingly, rolling back and forth. Your eyes followed them as they moved, side to side, side to side. A line of drool fell out of your mouth, but you didn't notice.
"Haha, I thought so, skinny boy. These always do the trick," he said, wiggling his toes. Your eyes moved to them again, appreciating how big and beautiful they were. "Especially if they stink. You probably were feeling more friendly towards me just now; that's just the pheromones from my sweat working, overwhelming you. Soon you'll be begging to do whatever I say. Begging to join my frat and be a frat bro, just like us. And don't worry too much, even if you got up and left now, you'd turn right around. You've got about 15 seconds. I didn't want to assume, but I figured a gay guy like you would be into me."
Taking ahold of yourself at his dumb comment, you walked towards the door, disgusted and about to leave when you stopped suddenly. You felt your head slowly, involuntarily turn around as your eyes locked on his huge feet again; his big muscular arms, his cocky smile. You inhaled deeply; his musky scent had filed the room totally. You started walking back to him. Part of you wanted to stop, but a stronger part didn't. No, you wanted to serve him. Any dislike you'd felt towards him being replaced, rewritten, with an overwhelming desire to please. To please him. To do whatever he wanted. To do the project so that he would get a good grade. That would make him happy. Happy with you. And you knew that you wanted that more than anything in the world. He had to be happy with you. That was very, very important to you now, and so was the smell that was filling the room, rewriting all of you. By the time you stood in front of him there was nothing left. Nothing but a desire to please him. He smiled, the dumb look still on his face.
You dropped down quickly to your knees, as quickly as you could, because you wanted him to know how eager you were to serve him. That would make him happy. And that will make you happy. You felt your face pulling closer towards his feet. His big, sweaty feet. The feet that owned you now.
"Not-ah, not yet," he said, still smiling as he wiggled his toes in front of your face.. You froze, as much as it pained you. "Just appreciate them for now," he said, moving one an inch from your face. "Just breathe them in. I can tell you want to. Don't be shy about it, boy."
You inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent more, fog hazing your mind. It smelled so musky and good.
"You've probably imagined this a million times, haven't you boy?
"Yes sir. Yes I have. I've dreamed of kneeling in front of a real man like you, sniffing and licking your sweaty, manly feet. It's so embarrassing but nothing makes me cum harder. I'm sorry I disrespected you by trying to leave sir. This is what I want. This is where I belong."
"That's right boy. Now strip down for me babyboy. Let Daddy see that pretty little body."
Your cheeks flushed as you stood up, undressing yourself. Normally you would've felt embarrassed to do this, but this time it was because you just felt lucky that he'd chosen you to boss around. He had told you to, and doing what he said mattered most. A few moments later, you were totally naked in front of him.
"Approach," he commanded.
You stepped forward dutifully. His big hands explored your body, feeling like he could wrap both around your thin torso and have his fingers meet. Where they touched you, ripples of pleasure seem to spiral outwards. He gripped your ass tightly, grunting appraisingly, turning you around, smirking at your decent sized cock. His hands brushed over your nipples and squeezed. Your eyes fluttered in pleasure as your mind went blank. All that existed was the feeling of his big, meaty fingers sliding over your nipplrd, squeezing them, playing you like an instrument. He pulled you back into him and you collapsed onto his lap, feeling how much larger he was than you, how tiny you were compared to him.
"Ready to pledge yourself to me, boy?"
"Yes," you said, ass grinding against the imprint of his cock you felt against your ass, letting your head roll back as its power overwhelmed you, turning you weak and submissive- no, just making your weak, submissive nature come out.
"Before we go any further, you're going to give me total control, boy," he said, grinding his hips against your ass as he said it.
"Yes sir," you said dazedly, head still rolled back as your body moved in time with his, "Total control."
"That's right boy. And I don't just mean in the bedroom. I mean total control. You sure you want to give that up boy?" he said, thrusting his hips a little harder and faster each moment.
"Yes... sir," you said, lost in the feeling of his thick, throbbing cock outline on your ass through both your pants. You'd do anything for that cock right now. You needed to let him know. "Anything for your cock, sir. Total. Control."
"That's my boy," he cooed in his deep voice, reaching a hand up to squeeze your tiny pink nipple again. You moaned in pleasure, reeling at his touch as your body experienced a pleasure more intense than you ever felt before, slowly becoming addicted to it, needing it, feeling everything else that had ever felt good become dull by comparison. You body rewired itself, craving him, making him a necessity like food, water, or air. You needed him. Only he had ever made you feel this good. Nothing would ever feel this good again. Every part of you craved him, craved more, needed more of that feeling. You realized you were staring into his eyes now, transfixed. He gave you a slow, cocky nod.
You shot forward. You wanted to be his whore. To do whatever he said. He was the type of musclegod you'd watched countless videos of, the type you had hundreds of pics saved of. A dumb, stupid bro. And he was in front of you now, biceps bulging, hairy, sweaty pits out, his hard cock grinding against you, and a look of dominance on his face. You fell into the role you'd jerked off to in front of your computer so many times, collapsing into his pit, smiling as the salty smell of his sweat filled your nose again. It was different than the musk from his feet. Sweeter and more tantalizing. You tongue lapped at it as you rubbed your face against the bush of dark hair, sucking the sweat from it. He flexed and you immediately went to kissing and licking his huge muscles. Your eyes glazed over as you became lost in him; lost in his body and scent and worshipping him, lost in his charming, cocky smile that made you hear a "go on, go on boy" in your head every time you saw it. Keeping him smiling was all that mattered.
"You're gonna join my frat, bro," he continued, still rubbing and pinching you while grinding his cock against your ass.
"Wha-" you mumbled, but it changed to a "Yes," midway through, kissing his bicep that was as big as your head over and over.
"Hope you were paying attention boy. You heard me, right? 'Pledge' yourself to me? Haha. Yep. Me and my frat. Drinking, fucking and working out is all you care about now. Just like those guys on the wall. Look at them all, boy. Men. Men you want to be like. Just like the guys downstairs. They all started out like you, you know. Nerd losers. Yep. All those meatheads down there sitting on the couch, manspreading their thick thighs watching football n drinking beer were faggots like you once. But one thing about you guys- you're more eager to give up control way more than any bitch I've ever fucked, and that makes the transition pretty easy and quick, surprisingly. I say gain 20 pounds if you wanna suck this cock again, and they come back 30 pounds heavier. I say go bring a bitch home if they want Daddy's pits again- just to see if they'll do it- and they come home with 3. I tell them to enjoy it, and oh, they enjoy it. You should see some of these guys the first time they get in a pussy. Something left of their masculinity activates and they go nuts. They know they want to be men, deep down. They just never thought they could until me. And they know they have me to thank."
Before you know what's happening, as his words are still seeping into you, rewriting your reality, he slides a finger into your hole. You gasp- you've never felt that before. You're a virgin, honestly. But you feel him inside you now and it feels so good.... so right for him to be penetrating you. Infiltrating you. You relax into it, starting to bounce slowly on it.
"That's right boy. You're my little puppet now."
"I'm your puppet now" you repeat, feeling him in you, controlling you, letting him. It feels amazing, addicting.
"You're mine to command, boy.'
"I'm yours to command sir."
"You want to get bigger."
"I want to get... bigger."
"You want to look like this," he says, flexing his free arm. You stare at it and... it's true, youdon't juat want it... you want to look like it. You bounce harder on his finger and barely notice as he slides you off it and onto his cock. Both your heads tip back in pleasure as he slides into your tight hole. You grind against each other at the same time, slowly his big thick hands moving to grip your thin waist- only it's gtting bigger, thicker, more muscular. You look down queationing, butv when you look up at hmim he's nodding, and a momemt later you are too. Youunderstand.You want this. You grid against him, letting more of his cock and precum soak into you.
"That's it boy," he says, "Soak all that alpha cum up, baby. Let ot make you a real man. This is just the beginning."
"Yeaaaah," you say, your voice getting deeper and deeper as you say it, your chest widening, your skin going from pale white to a nice bronzed tan. You feel your cock swelling, balls swelling too. Your thoughts cloud as this happens; it gets harder and harder to think. Like you're getting dumber... like your cock was controlling you completely now. You smile at him while you ride his cock harder, and he smiles back.
"You get it now boy?" he sas with a laugh.
"Mhm," you grunt, "Gotta keep this dick happy, n to do that I gotta look good. Gotta hit the gym, gotta make sure I stay looking good," you say, flexing your now thick biceps.
"That's right boy," he says, reaching up to squeeze your niple. You shuudder, head rolling back again.
"Let's hit the gym after this, bro," you said in a daze.
He nodded, laughing. "See. Deep down you wanted to be a man like me all along, didn't you?"
"Yeah," you admitted. "iI get it now bro.
"You fags break so easily," he says with a laugh. "I always knew I wanted to start my own frat. Too much work to join another, but also didn't want to deal with recruiting people and getting them to follow me. But then I realized there was a whole group of guys who'd follow me and whatever I said, just as long as they get this dick once in awhile. Well congrats boy, you're one of us now," he said with a thrust, and you felt a surge of warmth from his cock fill you. Your insides tingled, then burned as the slow transformation that had been happening quickened. Your arms doubled, then tripled in size; thick, dark bushes of hair growing under each. Your chest puffed out and your back widened and your underwear and pants ripped as your thighs blew up. haha, You leaned your head back and yelled as it happened, barley realizing you were cumming. You felt your center of focus going from your brain to the big dick now hanging between your legs. You want to do what it says, want to do what makes it feel good. You feel that becoming your main focus in life now: pleasing your cock. You're a slave to it. You have to stay big. Being be big would let you fuck more. It was so simple, such a clear and easy directive to follow.
"My maaaan," he said proudly, looking up at your new body. "How you feelin bro?"
You grinned stupidly at him. "Great man," you said, standing up and examining yourself in the mirror, running your hands over your physique as your memories rewrote themselves. It had been hard, but working for this body over the years had been so worth it. Memories of hours in the gym, and getting your sweaty cock sucked by fags, and bitches nearly throwing themselves at you for this body flooded you. It felt so good.
"Give those pits a whiff, boy."
You lifted your arm, inhaling your own pit stench. The smell nearly burned your nose, but still smelled great. Nice and masculine and virile. Kinda made you a little horny. "Haha, damn. That shit reeks bro," you sad with a dumb grin.
"Haha I know right man? As a bro, your pits should always reek. Make sure you never wash or scrub them out. Helps line up the faggots and gives them a job."
"Yeah bro, I know," you said. You'd always known that, of course.
You stared at the half finished project on the computer.
"Damn, i guess we'll need to find a fag to finish that up. Shouldn't be too hard to find one out at the gym though," you said with a cocky smirk, flexing your biceps in the mirror and grinning dumbly at them.
"That's right man." he says, flexing his own behind you. Even though you'd gotten bigger, he was still way bigger than you. His pit stretch wiped your own right out of your nose.
"Damn bro! You stink!" you said, but with admiration, not insultingly.
"It comes with size," he said casually. "But one last thing before we go, what do you wanna do after?"
"I dunno man," you said dumbly. "Probably watch the game downstairs with the guys, invite some bitches over, see if I can bang one," you said with another dumb, cocky smile.
"My guy," he said, walking over and giving you a bro-hi-five, bouncing his big chest off yours.
You put his clothes on one by one, first his big boxers which fit around your thick waist and thighs tightly. Part of you inside remembered what you'd been only moments ago, but seeing yourself like this was just too enticing. Big. Strong. Powerful. No one was going to fuck with you or push you around now. this was what being a man felt like. A real man. The feeling was addicting. You wanted more of it, more of that power, so you had to keep getting bigger. Stronger. Asserting your masculinity. Fucking. Dominating. Constantly. You never understood where jocks had gotten that motivation, but now it was clear as day, it wasn't motivation, it was an addiction. Addiction to power and strength. Now that you'd tasted power like this, you'd be chasing more forever.
"Embrace that boy," he said, "You're a man now. You're one of us now." he said from behind you.
"Duck yeah I am," you said and he smiled at you. "Then let's hit the gym."
"Let's get it bro," he said, giving your ass a firm spank.
Hours later you were both balls deep in two bitches you'd met at the bar giving them both a good pounding. You laughed and high fived each other every time one of them let out a moan of pleasure. Before that you'd both sat back and gotten sucked off and compared them to the fag couple you'd found at the gym before the bar who were both on their knees in front of your cocks in minutes. Honestly, the fags had been better, you both agreed while these chicks slurped on your cocks. They wanted it more. Grunting, you each blew your load into them after a few minutes of sloppy pounding and collapsed onto them. It was good to be a bro.
I’d only been sent to this damn Meathead camp on a fluke decision by the court judge. He decided to “make an example” of me, after I’d been “caught” smuggling booze into a party. I was the one who REPORTED the damn party in the first place! But none of the other guys would fess up, and because I “looked the part” of a badboy, wearing my leather jacket and tight jeans, they slammed the book on me. 6 months At the Reform Camp that seemed to crop up out of nowhere a good while back, and I’d be free. Whatever, I can handle it!
Well, fuck! I told you I could handle this shit! It’s already been 3 months! Sure, whatever they seem to be doing here with the fucked-up classes, the enforced workouts and disciplinary labor, the massive canteen portions and mandatory vitamin supplements did kinda have an effect on me, just a bit. But I swear, I’ll be out before they manage to do whatever they did to those big disgusting brutes in the upperclassman buildings! God, it’s like their brains drained out of their heads or something!
4 months on, I was definitely fit. No, you know what, fuck it, I’m hot! Whatever they keep giving us underclassman seems to have widened out our shoulders, beefed us up a little. Hell, even our bulges seem to pack tighter into the uniform jockstraps and dark green gymshorts. I ain’t complaining! Even if I did have to start showering 3 times a day to hide the funk I’m sweating up. But hey, I’m no meathead! I’ve already seen a few of my “grade” jock out. It’s like… like their brains leaked down into their balls… B… Brains in your balls…. More… more cum… more dumb… Massive, manly… manly bulge… FUCK! No! Fuck, I should say things like that, it’s what they’d WANT me to say!
Damn it! I’ve managed to keep the weight off… I’ve limited my meals, limited my, my workouts… Even stopped jackin’ it in the showers like all the other Br… bro… damn it, BOYS! Fuck I don’t know why I keep slippin’ up like this! They’re gettin’ in everyone's’ heads! No, not mine! I’m smarter than that!!! I plug my ears at night to stop the white noise hissing over the speakers…
But… But it feels so good to listen and obey dude… Listen, and leak…. Leak and obey… FUUUUCK! I gotta cum! Just once!! But… Last time I creamed, I woke up and smelled my fuckin pits reeking like those massi…. Massive… Manly…. Manly men… Stinkin’ swole…. Sweat is power… powerful penis… brains in your balls bro…. Uuuugh! No, No stop it! I can fight this! One more month and I’m OUT!
***
No! Dudes!? Where’re you taking me!! Come on! Fuuuck put me down! Woah! Hey!! NO! Not there!!! That’s the cesspool! Come’on bro!! Not there!!! Fuuuck NO! *splash*
Everything went dark, silent. The warm goopy mass engulfed me as I squirmed and flailed to get back out. I could feel the grimy, gritty muck coating every inch of me, from head to toe, scraping at my skin, sliding between my toes, encasing me. I panicked, screamed, but my voice caught in my throat as it burned suddenly, cracked, I hiccupped, then a deep, rumbling dim bellow echoed across the open area as the dudes watched me scramble up out of the mud pit.
I was coughing, clutching my throat, feeing the lump form under my hand, as my palm made a sickening crunch, and expanded. I held it in front of me, watching it full out, looking rough and calloused, not the same nimble-fingered hand I’d used for playing guitar. I yelled out again, hearing my voice crack embarrassingly once more, then settle down into a deep timbre, the tone I’d heard countless times from the upperclassman, and from the dumb jocks at school.
I felt my entire body tremble, tensing up like piano wire. Every muscle feeling like it was trying to tear my bones apart. A few squelching pops alerted me to my shoulders and chest breaking apart, snapping and widening in a virile explosion of muscle, filling in suddenly with corded bulk.
It traveled down my arms, stretching and lengthening, bulging large thick muscle filling in, the weight was a shock, and the sudden strength made me flex involuntarily. My body went into forced poses, while my torso broke, snapped, squelched and filled in with heavy, thickly built muscle the likes I’d only seen on the biggest of the Meatheads here.
I was hit with an obnoxious reeking stench, worse than ever, as hair filled in under my hefty arms, smelling like pure testosterone induced BO. I huffed it and shuddered as the effects traveled down my torso to my waist, my hips synching inward, forming that ever sought-after V-Taper shape from shoulder to hip. Then, I felt as if I’d been kicked in the balls!
My cock lurched up, pointing upward, throbbing hard as precum started to spew in short spurts, my balls churning up and bulging, enlarging from large grapes, to chicken eggs. Dropping low in their sack as a new scent engulfed my senses. Balls. Sweaty musky balls. I humped the air involuntarily, the hormone rush too much, as my cock became a veritable salami, thick, long, powerful. It’d fill my jock to bursting. I needed to cum so bad! My meaty hand grabbed hold of my rod and squeezed, then started jacking, rough and hard, long strokes as my legs lurched upward, gaining length, I was taller now. So tall… so big.. so manly…. Fuuuuck! I had to cum!
My legs became powerfully built told for running, jumping, kicking. Thick thighs and football sized calves lead down to tiny feet, that cracked and popped menacingly. I fell onto my thick bubble ass as they expanded, toes splayed as they became massive boats, capable of carrying my new weight! Size 18, the uniform building workers would later tell me.
After the changes seemed to settle, my bones snapping into place, I was left on the ground, humping my fist, grunting like an animal covered in mud, my sweat washing it off me as the guy’s who threw me in cheered and teased me. Apparently, they knew I was only a short time away from being freed, and didn’t think I deserved to go without having the full benefits of the Camp bestowed on me. They were jealous that I’d been able to fight, and stay relatively small, fit as fuck, but not a huge meathead like them. They saw to it that I’d be leaving in an xl graduation uniform. Tank and gym shorts, sneakers and a jock.
I came like a rocket, spewing a load a Clydesdale would be envious of. Then, I passed out. I woke up hours later in the infirmary, with an IV in my beefy forearm. I was dehydrated, I guess. I couldn’t understand what the Nurse Dudes were saying. I was dizzy, sore, felt like a train had hit me. They told me to take one of the Camp Cellphones and text my Dad to pick me up, that I’d been freed early.
I typed out, “Dad, gotta come get me, I got out early cus I’m a fuckin beast yo!” I flexed in the mirror and sent him the pic. When I had, the big bossman came down to see me. I… don’t remember what he said… only that, I’ve got a …. A massive manly… bulge…. Brains… in my balls…. Big… dumb, full of…cum… fuuuuuck dude!! FUCK YAH!
When my dad came to get me, he nearly passed out. Had to roll down the windows in the car cus they didn’t let me shower up before leaving. The judge at my last hearing smiled down and reached to shake my hand. He winced when I gave it a good squeeze and thanked him for “goin’ easy on me”
Derreck groaned. The shorts he had bought on a whim earlier today, were sending waves of pleasure through his body. You see, he used to be a small, skinny whimp, but the moment those shorts went up his legs, he had begun to feel weird. His small dick started to grow very sensitive. He couldn't help himself, and had started to paw at his groin. With each grope, his dick became bigger and bigger, his mind slowing down. At the same time his body inflated with muscle, his pecs swelling and his ass jiggling behind him. Together with his body his room began to change, his poster of the periodic table changing into posters of rock bands. His head began to empty out, his smarts dripping down into his balls, until there was nothing left except a horny himbo with a hungry pole. Luckily for Derreck his friend was on his way here, and he just so happend to have another pair of shorts.
A/N: Here is Story 2! It is quite long; too long, I think, actually. Hopefully, some of y'all enjoy it; I understand that longer stories aren't everyone's cup of tea.
Monday:
Joe sighed as he took in his reflection in the locker room mirror.
"Bro, I don't know about this..." he muttered, using his right hand to adjust his dick. "This fuckin' speedo doesn't leave much to the imagination...and what kind of faggy pool requires this as dress code for its lifeguards?" Joe stopped fiddling with his dick and sighed again, running a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Fuck if I know, dude," Dylan replied. The brunet was standing under a showering, giving himself a spritz before they had to walk out into the hot sun. "But for $18 an hour? I'll go out there in a g-string for that much cash!" Dylan turned off the shower tap and gave his friend a smirk. "And say what you fuckin' want to, bro, but I like how this thing hugs my cock. Really shows it off for the chicks." Still smirking, Dylan glanced down at his dick, as it bulged in his red speedo.
"Bro, what chicks?" Joe scowled at his friend as they both started to head out of the locker room. Outside, Joe gestured at the pool. "This place is fuckin' fag city!" Dylan frowned as he took in the pool. His friend did kind of have a point. Of all the people at the pool, probably about 95% of them were dudes and those dudes did seem a bit...fruity. Hardly a pound of muscle on any of them and they were all paired off or prancing around in groups, giggling. Rows of twinks were sunbathing all along the pool, their puny dicks on display in their small speedos.
"It's not...that bad..." Dylan said unconvincingly. A few feet away from them, two twinks sunning themselves by the pool's edge were giggling as one rubbed some tanning lotion into the other's lower back. Grinning mischievously, the twink rubbing the lotion in moved suddenly to slap his friend's ass, causing both to squeal and giggle even even further. Without missing a beat, both twinks turned to look at Dylan, smiling flirtatiously. Dylan gagged. "On second thought..." he muttered.
"Shit dude, I don't know if this is worth it, even for the cash," Joe retorted, shooting a disgusted look toward the two giggling twinks. "I don't wanna be surrounded by fags all summer longDylan sighed and placed an arm around his bro's shoulder. "I get it, man, I get it, but look...you're seeing the small picture here," Dylan said conspiratorially. "Sure, this place is a lil fruity...but look. See over there?" Dylan gestured to the other side of the pool, where a big-titted blonde was palling around with two twinks. "And there?" A few steps away, a brunette with a sweet ass was sunning her back as she chatted to the lithe boy in the chair beside her. "And...holy shit, over there?" Joe followed Dylan's stare to the shallow end of the pool where a sexy redhead chick was hitting a volleyball back and forth with a similarly redheaded twink. Just then, the girl hit the volleyball outside the pool.
"Oh noo!" she chirped, looked crestfallen.
"No worrieth, I'll get it!" her twinky friend lisped back. He climbed out of the pool, stretching for a second, before he pranced after the ball.
On the other hand, shit had gone swimmingly for Dylan, it seemed, who was attached to the redheaded chick all day yesterday. His friend had successfully inserted himself into the chick and her twinky friend's volleyball game and the two had hung out the rest of the day. Although, Joe remembered with a smirk, it seems like his friend hadn't managed to ditch the fag. On more than one occasion, Joe had looked off toward his friend to see him strolling or splashing around with his conquest, but never far behind, always off to the side was redheadedt twink.
"That's the point, Joe my bro...these aren't just chicks. They're fag hags. Chicks who love to pal around with little gay boys." Dylan smirked evilly at his friend. "Meaning that they are ripe for the picking by you...and me." Dylan's grin widened as he gestured first to himself, then to his friend.
Joe paused. He hadn't considered this angle.
"You think so? You think we can tear them away from their faggy friends?" Joe asked. He still didn't sound convinced.
"Bro, have you looked in the mirror lately?" Dylan chuckled. "We're fuckin' seeeexy, bro. Especially compared to all the fairies." Dylan joked, seemingly to finally win Joe over, who was grinning now as well. "Trust me, bro. No chick here's gonna wanna get dicked down by these betas after they see what two alphas like us are packin'..."
"Okay, bro, you've convinced me," Joe relented, "Let's find us some fag hags to fuck!!"
"Already one step ahead of you, bro!" Dylan shouted and with that he was already jogging away toward the redheaded volleyball player from earlier. He smirked back at his friends, his pecs bouncing as he jogged away. "I'm feeling in the mood for some volleyball!"
Tuesday:
Joe glowered, trying his damnedest to stare a hole into the tile of the locker room floor as he slipped out of his boxers.
"Some shittin' plan this is, alright..." Joe muttered, throwing his boxers into his locker and slamming it shut.
Yesterday had not gone according to plan at all. At least, not for Joe. Every time he tried approaching a girl, he'd get maybe get a few minutes in, but then it was almost like he'd get divebombed by fags. All the time giggling and smiling at him, rubbing up against him as he walked by, and not to mention staring at his dick all the fucking time. Joe couldn't take the shit. Eventually, he'd found a shady corner of the pool and kept a low profile the rest of the day, scowling at any fag who came close by.
On the other hand, shit had gone swimmingly for Dylan, it seemed, who was attached to the redheaded chick all day yesterday. His friend had successfully inserted himself into the chick and her twinky friend's volleyball game and the two had hung out the rest of the day. Although, Joe remembered with a smirk, it seems like his friend hadn't managed to ditch the fag. On more than one occasion, Joe had looked off toward his friend to see him strolling or splashing around with his conquest, but never far behind, always off to the side was redheaded the twink.
Joe sighed, pulling up his speedo. He then pawed at his bulge. Could never get comfortable in this damn thing.
Despite it all, he'd come back for another day, hoping that things would maybe go a bit better. Maybe there would be fewer fags in attendance today, after all. The sound of a slamming locker door jarred Joe out of his thoughts. That would be Dylan.
"Yo Dylan, what the fuck happened yesterday-" Joe turned a corner, expecting to see his friend, but stopped short when he saw a blond boy undressing on a bench, midway through pulling off his gray tank top. The blond bit his lip and was staring back at him with wide eyes.
"Shit, not another fag..." Joe muttered under his breath, then cleared his throat. "Uhhh, sorry...dude, thought you were my bro Dylan..." Joe awkwardly ran a hand through his hair and turned to leave.
"Wait," the blond quickly said, causing Joe to turn back, "Umm...are you one of the new lifeguards?"
"Uh, yeah..." Joe mumbled. This fag was still staring up at him with his big eyes and it was starting to freak Joe out.
"Do you..." the twink was biting his lip again, "Do you think you can teach me how to swim!?" The question was blurted out all at once.
"Uhh..." the question had caught Joe off guard. He ran a hand through his hair again. "Look, umm, I'm not a swim teacher, dude, so I can't really-"
"Please!" the twink shouted, leaning forward, "My friends dragged me here...but I don't even know how to swim...I know it's not a thing you'd normally do, but please teach me?"
Joe furrowed his brows. This guy was starting to piss him off. He took a deep breath to compose himself.
"...Sure, alright." Joe said, then blinked, surprised. Had he...had he just fuckin' agreed to teach this fag how to swim?! He'd had every intent on telling this twink off, why in the hell had he agreed?
"Yay! Yay" the blonde was bouncing up and down, then suddenly leapt up. Joe looked down and saw that the twink had wrapped one of his arms around Joe's. He was smiling up at Joe and blushing slightly. "I'm Mikey, by the way. Thanks so much...?"
"Uhh, Joe," Joe muttered, feeling his own face redden at the sudden contact. Inside, he was screaming. Why the fuck was he letting this fag hang off of him like some chick? But as much as he kept asking himself this, Joe couldn't bring himself to shove the twink away.
Mikey continued to smile up at Joe. "Thanks for teaching me how to swim, Joe. I'll just get rid of this real quick..." Mikey detached himself from Joe and quickly peeled off his tank top, draping it over the bench, and shucked his black shorts off, too. Joe couldn't help but make a face. Under his shorts, the twink was already wearing a hot pink speedo.
"Okay!" Mikey chirped, taking Joe by the hand, "Let'th go, Joe!"
"Sure..." Joe mumbled again. His mind was racing. Why had he agreed to this again? Why was he letting this little fag lead him around like he owned him? What the fuck was going on?
As Mikey led Joe outside, maybe he was imagining it, but Joe could've sworn that he heard a chorus of giggles erupt as the two emerged from the locker room. Shit. Joe felt fucking mortified and kept his eyes on the ground as Mikey led him onward. There goes any chance of landing a girl at this place, Joe thought. After this, they'll all think that I'M a fag, too!
Joe was so absorbed in his thoughts, he barely registered it as Mikey led him down some concrete steps into the most shallow part of the pool.
"So, um...what do I do?" the twink bit his lip as he turned to look up at Joe. Even here in the shallow end, the water was nearly up to the twink's chest. It barely came up to Joe's ass.
Still not fully registering how or why he wanted to do everything the little fag said, Joe reached down to grab Mikey, turning the blond horizontal in the water so that the twink's bubble butt was pointed straight up. He kept hold of the twink, easily holding the light boy so that he didn't sink. "Okay...bro. So...just start paddling your arms and legs and we'll...see how things go, alright?" Joe said awkwardly.
In response, Mikey started flailing his arms and legs back and forth. A second later, the twink was giggling as he awkwardly attempted to swim. In spite of himself, Joe found himself grinning down at the blond. His eyes kept getting drawn toward the twink's plump ass, which swayed and bounced back and forth as the twink paddled.
A small part of Joe was still aware of how fucking strange it was for him to play swim instructor to a random twink. That same part of Joe knew that that wasn't the strangest thing about today, though.
The strangest thing was that underwater, just a foot or two below Mikey's bouncing ass, Joe had the stiffest fucking hard-on he'd ever had in his life.
Wednesday:
Joe was sitting down on one of the locker room benches, holding his head between his hands.
Why had he fucking come back?
Yesterday has been a bit of a blur. He remembered sticking with Mikey most of the day, helping the twink learn how to swim. He...he even remembered how turned on he'd been as the fag had bounced up and down in the water. And despite it all, Joe had woke up this morning and come back to the pool, pulled on the speedo that fuckin' suffocated his dick, and was ready to do it all over again. What the fuck was going on with him?
"Yoo, broski, you managed to hit it lucky yet?" a familiar voice said from behind Joe, who turned to see Dylan standing there smirking in his red speedo.
"Dude, where the fuck where you yesterday?" Joe fumed, standing up to glare at his friend. "I didn't see you all day yesterday! I ended up...babysitting this fucking fag all day! I...I'm not even sure why the fuck I came back today!" Joe ran a hand through his hair again.
"Like, chiLL, JOey!" Dylan said, his voice cracking unexpectedly. Dylan looked puzzled for just a second, cleared his throat and then threw a burly arm around his friend. "Just gotta set your sights on a girl and go for it! Like me! And if you score some twink ass along the way..." Dylan trailed off, smirking suggestively at Joe.
"Dylan, what the fuck?!" Joe shouted, throwing his friend's arm off. "Are...are you turning fag on me, bro? What the fuck, you're straight as an arrow?"
"What-no! Bro-" Dylan grumbled, suddenly looking frustrated and embarrassed. "I...I'm not" Dylan trailed off, stumbling for words. Eventually, he sighed. "Look, bro...all I'm saying is...a hole is a hole, right?" Dylan's eyes widened as soon as he'd said the words, almost like he'd been surprised to say them.
"Dude..." Joe was staring at his friend in shock. "What. The. Fuck."
"Uhh...suit your fucKIN' SElf then, bro!" Dylan shouted, throwing his hands up and walking off. "See if I care! Hope you're haPPY with blue balls, bro! I'm late for volleyball with AJ!"
Joe stared after his friend in confusion. Dylan was moving away pretty quickly, his hips swaying as he scurried off. Just as Dylan was turning a corner, Joe saw him adjust the rear material of his speedo. Huh...now that he thought about it, had Dylan been hitting the squats at the gym lately? His ass was certainly looking...full. And his voice had cracked again...what the fuck was going on with his friend? And who the fuck was AJ? Joe was so absorbed in his thoughts over Dylan, he didn't hear Mikey sneaking up behind him.
"Joe!" the twink yelped, surprising Joe as he hugged him from behind. Joe turned to see Mikey, still in his pink speedo, smiling up at him. "Ready for Day 2, big guy..? I think we really made some progreth yethterday..."
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"Nice, Mikey! Yeah, just like that!" Joe smiled down at Mikey as the twink awkwardly paddled forth in the water.
Despite the weirdness with Dylan earlier, soon as as Mikey showed up, the blond had managed to quickly lure Joe into another round of swimming lessons. Joe still hated fags, or so he'd remind himself every now and again. Still, there was something about Mikey that just...got past all of Joe's defenses. Something about the little twink that Mikey liked, even.
'Admit man,' Joe suddenly thought to himself, 'You want to rail this fucking fag into next week. He fuckin' loves you. He'd let you pound his ass in a fuckin' heartbeat...' Joe shoved those thoughts away, then tried to discreetly palm his cock.
Thank goodness no one could see his obscene bulge underwater. Just like yesterday, Mikey had inexplicably given him the biggest fucking hard-on. Some part of Joe still knew that there was something fucked up about this, but it was like that part of him was locked up whenever he was around Mikey.
"Thanks, Joe...you're an awesome teacher," Mikey stoped paddling to stand up in the water. Maybe it was the sun, but for a second there, the twink almost looked like he was blushing. "Uhh...I'm really glad that you became one of the new lifeguards..."
Mikey moved in for a close hug. "Uhh..." Joe mumbled, caught off guard, but moving in automatically to return the hug. "Shit..."
Joe looked down. As the two hugged, Mikey's head was nestled up against Joe's right pec and the little twink's lips were just inches away from his nipple. "Mikey..." Joe began, feeling his dick twitch in his speedo.
At that, Mikey shifted to bring their bodies closer underwater. "Shit..." Joe muttered again, feeling his hard cock rub up against the twink. Anyone swimming underwater would see that the two were now hugging so tightly, they were literally dick-to-dick. And fuck...Mikey was hard, too, Joe realized. He could feel the heat coming off of the tiny twink's hard-on.
Heh. A part of Joe chuckled. Not that he was surprised, but he definitely had Mikey beat in the size department.
"I'm, uh..." Mikey broke away from the hug, "I'm going to head to the showers..." The twink smiled knowingly at Joe as he climbed out of the pool. Joe's eyes were glued to the twink's ass as he sashayed off toward the locker room showers.
Joe stared after Mikey. Now that the twink was gone, his spell should've been broken.
'Fuck! Leave!' Joe screamed to himself. Instead, he found himself moving to chase after the twink.
"Ooh, go get him straight boy!" crowed one sunbathing fag.
"Looks like Mikey's getting dicked down today...about time!" hooted another redheaded twink, elbowing and winking at a brown-haired friend at his side.
"I'm...jealouth..." the brown-haired twink muttered, his eyes on Joe's bulge as it bounced up and down, as the jock jogged off toward the locker room.
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Joe inhaled deeply as he stepped into the locker rooms. He could hear one of the showers running around the next corner. Joe rounded the corner into the shower room to see Mikey standing daintily under one of the spigots along the middle of the far wall. The twink was rinsing all of the chlorine out of his short blond hair. Joe stepped closer, his eyes tracking the small droplets of water racing down Mikey's back before vanishing into a small gap between the twink's skin and speedo. Down into the crack between Mikey's plump ass cheeks.
Joe felt his dick twitch again.
He sauntered closer to the twink. He sidled right up to the blond, lining up the outline of his hard cock so that it just poking up against the twink's bubble butt. As he did, Mikey giggled.
He just stood, exactly like that, for a few moments. Then Mikey began to slowly turn around. As he did, Joe's dick ran across one of Mikey's butt cheeks, then his hip, and then finally he felt his hard-on brushing up against Mikey's again, just like in the pool. Now that they were both out of the pool, Joe could really tell how much bigger he was than the twink. As it bulged out and over Mikey's hard-on, Joe realized that his hard cock had to be at least twice the size of Mikey's...maybe even more?
"Hey Joe..." the twink murmured, smiling almost bashfully, "Decided to join me, huh?" The twink lightly grinded his tiny dick into Joe's and the jock felt his breath hitch.
'A hole is a hole...right, bro?' Dylan's voiced suddenly whispered in Joe's head.
He learned down and crushed his lips fiercely against Mikey's. The two greedily made out for a few moments, tasting and biting each others lips up top as their grinded their dicks against each other down below. They broke apart from each other a few moments later, gasping for air.
"I..." Joe muttered, suddenly feeling more clarity than he'd felt all week. "I...don't know what it is about you. I'm straight. I can't fucking stand fags, but...fuck. I...don't think I've ever been this hard for anyone before, ever."
Mikey giggled. "I like you, too...Joey," the twink replied. And then the blond was bending down. Joe inhaled sharply as he felt the twink's face rub up against his cock. "Mmm...you smell so good, Joey."
It took everything in Joe to not come then and then, as Mikey nuzzled his cock with his nose. "Fuck..." Joe muttered, feeling the twink lick his cock through his speedo, all the way from its tip to its base.
"No!" Joe said suddenly and reached down to yank Mikey back up onto his feet. The twink looked surprised until he saw the deeply...hungry look on Joe's face. "You little bitch. Don't think you're gonna get out of this with just a blowjob."
Joe reached into the rear of Mikey's speedo and palmed the twink's ass, making the twink moan in response. "You've been fuckin' teasing me with this fuckin' fat ass of yours since yesterday..." Joe growled, "It's your ass I want, faggot...get ready."
And with that, Joe yanked his speedo down, shimmying out of it until it was down around one ankle. The he kicked off to the far side of the room. Smirking, he let Mikey take in his full length for a moment as it freely bobbed up and down. He then jerked it a few times, moving his hand slowly up and down all of his 7 and a half inches.
Joe's smirked widened as he saw that Mikey's eyed were glued to his cock.
"Mmm...yessir!" the twink eventually chirped and an instant later, he was stripping out of his speedo as well. Turning again, the twink braced himself against the wall with his hands and presented his ass to Joe.
Jerking himself a time or two more, Joe lined his cock up with Mikey's ass, but suddenly was hit with a wave of insecurity.
"I've, uh..." Joe muttered and ran a hand through his hair, "I've uh...never done this with a guy before."
"Like, it's the same basic concept, Joey..." Mikey giggled. "Just go with the flow...I promise you I can take it!" The twink wink and wiggled his ass cheeks. "Guess it's my turn to teach you something...let's see how quickly you learn, huh?"
Joe smirked down at Mikey, his confidence restored. And then, moving slowly but deliberately, his slipped his cock into Mikey's ass.
"Shit...shit, Mikey!" Joe yelled once his dick was fully buried into Mikey's ass, "Fuck...fuck, you're so tight! Tighter than...any girl...I've ever had...fuck..!" As Joe spoke, he started to thrust, lightly at first, but quickly picking up steam, into Mikey's ass.
"So...I've been told..." Mikey mumbled breathlessly between moans as the jock fucked him.
"Mmm..." Joe moaned as he continued railing the twink. Fuck. He loved the feeling of Mikey's ass cheeks bouncing as he thrusted into them. He reached around with his left hand and rubbed it up and down Mikey's chest and abdomen. He loved how slender Mikey was, how all the twink's weight seemed to be concentrated in his thighs and ass. With his other hand, Joe reached down and started to jerk off Mikey's tiny dick. He loved that, too - how small Mikey's fucking dick was, especially compared to his own.
"Joey..." Mikey breathed, his breath hitching as Joe jerked his tiny shaft. Bent over as he was, the twink somehow managed to twist his head back to stare back at Joe and with that, the two had locked lips again, tonguing each other in time with Joe's thrusts. "I...I think I'm close, Joey..."
Joe smirked and started to piston into Mikey faster, harder. "You like that, huh?" Joe teased. He was still working Mikey's small cock with one hand and he'd set his other hand to work tweaking one of the twink's rosy nipples. "You like it...when a real man...shows you a good time?"
"Fuck..." Mikey muttered, "Fuck...Joey!" Mikey yelped and a moment later, Joe felt the warm, familiar feeling of come oozing over his right hand. Not wasting a beat, he lifted his hand up to Mikey's mouth. "You fucking slut...look at the mess you've made. Clean it up." Joe ordered.
Staring briefly at Joe through lidded eyes, Mikey eagerly accepted Joe's fingers into his mouth, slurping greedily as he cleaned Joe's hand of his own come. "Mmm..." the twink nearly purred, reveling in post-orgasm bliss.
And that was what finally sent Joe over the edge. Seeing the twink in the palm of his hand, so obedient, as he continued to plow into Mikey's pillowy ass cheeks...
"Shit..!" Joe exclaimed, feeling himself come, long and hard, into the twink. Though he couldn't see, he knew he was sending ropes and ropes of come up into Mikey's ass. "Fuck..." Joe muttered as his orgasm finally started to subside.
Then he and Mikey were just standing there, breathing heavily. Joe was still clutching the twink, almost protectively, as his dick started to deflate within Mikey's ass. The two just stood there for a few moments more, letting the water from the shower spigot run over them, as they soaked in their respective afterglows.
And then Mikey turned to look at Joe. The twink was grinning cheekily. "So...when do you think you'll be ready for round 2?" he asked.
At that, Joe's dick twitched, already coming back to life.
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The shower room was filled with giggling.
"No, I mean it!" Mikey squealed, lightly slapping Joe on one of his pecs, "I have never been dicked down like that in my life, Joey! Where did you lean to do that one thing...?"
Joey smirked. And then he giggled again, before dipping down to kiss Mikey. He'd fucked the twink another two times and only now were they finally winding down for real.
"I guess you could say I learned a lot at cAMP ONE summer..." he flirtily replied, then cleared his throat. "Huh. That's weird. First time my voice has CRACked in a while..." The jock cleared his throat again.
Mikey was smirking back up at the jock as the two stood closely. The blond twink was idly drawing a circle with one of his fingers around one of Joe's nipples. "Weird! But...I'm sure it will sort itself out very soon, babe." The twink then gave Joe a pat on the ass. "In the meantime...since you've stolen my speedo, why don't you run along and get me my clothes from my locker, huh, doll? It's not locked, number 33."
Joe watched as Mikey's eyes roved down and over his body. After their last fuck, Joe had initiated a game of keep-away with the twink's hot pink speedo. Eventually, he'd pulled on Mikey's speedo and dared the blond to take it away. Mikey had relented at that point, but mostly because he was laughing so much at how ridiculous the jock looked in his speedo. His ass cheeks were hanging out in the back and the pouch was way too small. Even after cramming his dick into the pink material, the tip was still poking out of the top.
"Like, sure thing, babe!" Joe chirped, then paused and blinked. "Uhh...I mean, sure thing, Mikey. Give me just a sec."
Sauntering out of the shower room, Joe found that it was only a short walk to locker #33. Yanking it open, Joe grabbed the shorts and tank top inside and was about to close the locker when his eyes caught on something that had been under the clothes. Joe opened the locker back up.
Shoved all the way into the back of the locker was a phone...presumably Mikey's.
Joe hesitated. Tentatively, he activated the touchscreen and was shocked to see the screen light up as the home screen appeared.
"Shit...no passcode or anything? C'mon, Mikey..." Joe muttered, then hesitated again. Looking quickly back to shower room, with his curiosity getting the better of him, Mikey tapped on the Photos app.
"Hmm...cute..." Joe muttered, scrolling back through several of Mikey's recent photos. Most were selfies, though there were a few group shots of Mikey with a few other twinks Joe recognized from around the pool. Joe nearly gasped when he saw a picture of himself appear. He was standing poolside, looking glumly out into the distance. "Shit, a creep shot? When did that little fucker take this?" Joe mumbled, though he was grinning despite himself.
Backing out of the Photos app, Joe nearly set the phone back into the locker, but suddenly, the Instagram app caught Joe's eyes. Thinking that he'd already gone this far, Joe went ahead and opened it. "Mike Bailey...?" Joe said aloud, his brow furrowing at the choice of user name. He'd never asked for Mikey's last name, he suddenly realized, but he'd also never heard the twink refer to himself as Mike before. Curious, Joe tabbed over to the profile page and scrolled down to Mikey's most recent pic.
And then, all at once, Joe's blood ran cold. Staring back up at him from the screen was someone who didn't look like Mikey at all. This guy was buff, built pretty similarly to Joe. Though as Joe kept looking at the pic, he couldn't help but feel that there was something about this guy's face that was similar to Mikey's.
The blond jock in the photo was smiling cockily into his mirror as he posed in an orange speedo that showed off his decently sized cock. Feeling the cold seeped further into his veins, Joe scrolled down to check the picture's caption:
BaileyBro69 All ready to work as a lifeguard this summer!! Gonna score some hot chicks, no doubt! 😎
Joe kept staring down at the picture. There's no way. No way this could be Mikey. And yet...Joe's eyes drew upward to the phone the blond jock was holding when he took the picture. Then he turned the phone in his hand over to look at the back.
No question about it - they were the same phone. Which meant...
"Joey?" Mikey's voice called out from the shower room, "Somesing wrong...?" Joe tensed up.
And just like that, the spell was broken.
A moment later, the blond twink poked his head out from the shower room. "Joey..?" the twink called.
But Joe was gone.
Thursday:
Joe was curled up along the floor in the showers of the locker rooms, sitting nearly in a fetal position.
"Why the fuck did I come back...?" he whispered to himself.
After fleeing the pool yesterday, Joe had ran home to his apartment, intent on telling Dylan to fuck off and that he wasn't coming back to this fucking fag pool. He'd even texted Dylan that much, though his friend never responded to him. He didn't want to check his friend's socials. After yesterday, he...was afraid of what he might see.
And then there had been everything else. Little things Joe was noticing about himself that...worried him. The way he'd gone through his closet last night, suddenly feeling disgusted with all of the hoodies and workout clothes he owned. The way he'd walked to his apartment door to pick up his Postmates order, noticing halfway there how he'd been swinging his hips and holding his wrists out like limp noodles. The way he'd tried to jerk off to girls on a porn site last night...but every time he closed his eyes, he saw that fucking fag, Mikey.
The way that his voice was still cracking, even more than yesterday.
Then, this morning, almost like he was moving on autopilot, he got up. He pulled on Mikey's disgusting pink speedo - it was the only one he had now. For some reason, he hadn't been able to throw it out yesterday. And then...he'd come into the pool, straight into the locker rooms, where he'd been ever since. Try as he might to will himself to leave, it was like Joe was rooted to the spot.
Waiting...for something.
"Joey...?" a voiced called and Joe looked up to see Mikey sashaying toward him. Missing his trademark pink speedo, today Mikey was wearing an orange one that was stretched tightly over his ass, yet baggy in the front.
Joe chuckled in spite of himself. As if he needed any more proof at this point.
"Stay...the fuck away..." Joe muttered, making the twink pause in his advance. "I...don't fuckin' know how...but I know there's something fucked up about this place...shit..." Joe was breathing heavily now. Maybe it was from the hit of adrenaline that shot through him when Mikey appeared...but at the same time, Joe couldn't deny it. Each second Mikey was near him, Joe felt himself growing hornier for the little fag.
Mikey sighed.
"And we were making such progress, Joey!" the twink pouted.
"Find...someONE ELSE...to be your fucking...swim teacher..." Joe growled, though he was undercut by the unfortunate timing of his voice cracking again.
Now, Mikey giggled. "Oh, Joey..." Mikey smiled sweetly, "That's not the progress I'm taking about, sweety!" The blond twink giggled again. "Like, I already know how to swim, you big dummy! But I'm sure you know that now...I mean, I used to have your job and everything!"
Joe eyed the twink warily. "What...the hell HAPpened to you..?" he asked, reaching down to palm his cock. Fuck...he was getting hard.
"You know, I'm fuzzy on the details..." Mikey said, tapping his chin with an index finger, "All I remember is that I was so excited starting this job! I thought I was going to get to fuck alllll the girls!" Mikey scowled and made a gagging sound.
"Gross, right? But then...I met AJ..." Mikey trailed off, blushing, "He was a fag...but like, I dunno! He just drove me wild!" Mikey giggled. "I remember feeling sad, though..." Mikey paused, looking dejected for a moment. "AJ was so cute and I was so big and bulky...I wanted to be cute just like him!" Mikey brightened. And then we were fooling around one day...and poof! Like, my wish was totally granted!"
"That doesn't MAKe any FUCking sense!" Joe yelled. He was starting to get pissed off but was still rooted to the floor.
"Like, chill, Joey!" a new voice suddenly chimed in, "Maybe there's something in the water? Or maybe it's just the universe's way of getting rid of you dumb, useless jocks!"
Grinning, Mikey turned and Joe followed his gaze to see two other twinks walking up: a smirking redhead and a brown-haired twink who was carrying a volleyball and eyeing Joe intently.
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A,Joe narrowed his eyes. Something about these fags were familiar to him...
"AJ!" Mikey squealed and latched onto the redheaded twink, "Babe, it's been a minute...we need to catch up!"
"We sure do, you little slut!" the new twink, AJ, teased Mikey, "I see you've been busy...but what the heck, babe? You didn't finish the job...sooooo, we've come to help you out!" AJ turned to smirk at Joe.
"AJ..." Joe muttered. Then his eyes widened. "You...you're THAt fucKIN' fag that was FOLLowing Dylan around! What the FUCK did you do to him?!"
AJ gigled. "See for yourself!" he laughed, raising a limp wrist toward the other new twink, whose eyes were glued to the floor. Joe turned to look at the brunet, his eyes widening. Fuck, no, it couldn't be...
But it was. It was Dylan...or what was left of him, anyway. His friend looked about 5 years younger and all the muscle he'd gained over the years from hitting the gym had melted away. The former jock had gotten about a foot shorter and his dick...shit. The newly minted twink's dick, if he even still had one, had been reduced to a tiny mound bulging in his red speedo. Fuckin' micropenis it was now or some shit. Joe winced as he noticed this. His friend had always been so proud of his 8-incher.
"Dill is for sure one horny little guy, I can tell you that!" AJ quipped, as he moved to lean on Joe. "Bitch started making moves on my sister and I just couldn't stand for that!" AJ winked down at Joe. "Really didn't take much convincing, though, for him to decide to screw me instead!"
Mikey and AJ erupted into a fit of giggles on either side of Dylan - or Dill, now - who was staying quiet and still looking down at the floor.
"Fuck, he had such a big cock, too..." AJ chirped, before reaching down to grope Dill's tiny dick through his speedo, "I will miss that about you, Dill! But other than that, such an improvement!"
Dill moaned as AJ continued fondling his cock and soon DIll's tiny hard-on was tenting the front of his speedo.
"Fuck, FUCk, fuck..." Joe muttered, the panic starting to set in. "DYlan...fuck, bro! I fuckING told you! We NEVer should've stayed here, DUDe! But we did and NOw you're a...a..."
"I'm a fucking fag, Joey!" Joe's friend suddenly shouted, looking up for the first time to glower down at the jock, "...And btw? It's Dill now, babe. And one thing I am NOT going to do today ith have you look down at me after your little fuckfest with Mikey?" Dill puffed out his waif-life chest and smirked, "Not as thtraight ath you thought, huh?"
"Shit...no, I...I'm not a fag..." The jock mumbled unconvincingly.
In response, Dill only leaned down and bent Joe's knees open so that all present had a full view of the jock's crotch. Just a couple of minutes around these twinks and he'd already sprung up to full-mast. His big dick was tenting Mikey's tiny pink speedo nearly to bursting. "Don't...please, DYLan...bro, you don't HAVe to do this," he pleaded, noticing the hungry look that had appeared in his friend's eyes when he'd caught sight of Joe's meat.
"Do what..?" Dill asked, feigning innocence. He reached down with one hand and fished Joe's cock out of the speedo. He stroked the cock once, twice...then gave it a playful little slap, giggling as it bounced back and forth. "Oh, this...?"
"Mmm...!" Joe moaned and without thinking, opened his legs wider, giving the twink easier access to his package.
"Or oh, maybe this?" Dill quipped again and this time he crawled down onto the floor, sidling right up to Joe's cock with his face. The twink winked at Joe before proceeding to work the jock's cock over with one lazy lick, from the base to the tip.
"Shit..!" Joe gasped. Fuck. He'd NEVER felt this horny before in his life. But these fucking twinks had him panting like he'd just ran a fucking marathon.
"Now, that's enough of that, Dill!" AJ chimed in suddenly, kneeling down to place a hand on Dill's shoulder. The redheaded twink was smirking at Joe. "You heard your 'bro'...he doesn't wanna play with us. We might as well head back to the pool..."
Joe's breath hitched. He eyed AJ warily. Would they really let him go..?
"Aww..." Dill bemoaned. The brown-haired twink gave Joe's dick a playful smooch before standing back up. "I really wanted a better taste, too..."
"You...you're not going to turn me into a fag..?" Joe asked weakly.
"Thilly Joey..." AJ giggled before smiling sweetly down at Joe. "Don't you get it? You're already a fag, thweetheart."
Then the three twinks turned to sashay away. Joe's eyes were drawn to their asses, their plump cheeks swaying back and forth as they walked away.
And then, just as they'd nearly gone...that was when Joe nearly fucking erupted with need.
"W-wait!" Joe yelled, causing the twinks to pause and turn back. Fuck. What was he doing? "You...you can't LEAve me like this!"
"Fuck me..." Joe groaned, briefly covering his face with his hands, "FUCK me, you're fucking RIGht, okay?! I...fuck! I've NEVer been this fuckiNG hard! You're right! OKay?! You win...I'm a fucking fag!"
Joe's eyes widened and he reached a hand up to clutch at his throat. His voice had been cracking like hell, but as he'd said that last part, it had stopped...but only after violently ratcheting up in pitch.
"Wha..." Joe chirped in his new, higher voice, massaging his throat briefly before refocusing on the twinks. All three were grinning at him with Cheshire grins. "Ahh...fuck it! Get over here, you sluts!" The jock giggled, happy his voice was no longer cracking.
Wasting no time, Dill sprang into action. The twink nearly dove onto the floor to reclaim his space between Joe's legs. "Mmm," Joe moaned at the feeling of Dill's soft lips enveloping his cock, "Fuck, Dill..."
As Dill worked Joe's cock over with his mouth, the jock started to run his hands over his thick chest, tweaking his nipples. Idly, Joe had the idea of twisting Dill around and fucking him...but oddly enough, he didn't find the idea very appealing.
"Aww, looks like Joey's finally learning to be thubmithive!" Mikey lisped. After Dill had started sucking on his meat, he'd almost forgot about these other two. By the look of things, though, they were getting ready to join in on the fun. Both twinks had stripped out of their speedos and were lightly jerking themselves, working themselves up to hard. Like Mikey, AJ had a smooth crotch and looked to be lucky if he was 3 inches hard.
"Heya, booooys~" Joe smiled flirtatiously and reached his arms out to the two masturbating twinks, "Why don't you come lemme have a taste?"
Mikey and AJ obliged, moving in close and standing on either side of Dill, still slurping away between Joe's legs. Positioned as they were, their tiny dicks were just about eye level with Joe, who'd begun eyeing them greedily. Like a starving person, the jock suddenly lunged forward with his head and swallowed Mikey's cock with his mouth.
"Mmm...!" Mikey moaned, swinging his hips forward slightly to give Joe better access, "Like...you're really good at this, Joey!" Not missing a beat, Joe swung his head round and started eagerly licking on AJ's dick.
"Hehe..!" the redheaded twink panted as he smirked down at the jock, "Looks like...you're a natural born cocksucker, Joey!" Both AJ and Mikey giggled, but Joe hardly heard them. He was focused on working himself into a rhythm. He'd tongue AJ's cock for a few seconds, then switch to Mikey's...then back to AJ's and so forth. He used his arms to bring the two twinks in even closer and reached back to play with their plump bottoms as his tongue continued to dart back and forth. All the while, Dill kept working Joe over down below.
Just when Joe felt like he was getting really into it, he felt Mikey's cock give a sudden twitch. The jock didn't know how he knew to do this, but suddenly he stopped blowing the twinks and opened his mouth in anticipation.
"Hnngh..." Mikey moaned and gave his dick one or two final jerks before he blew his load all over Joe, shooting rope after rope of come onto the jock's face, into his open mouth, and also down onto his chest and stomach.
"Mmm...so good..." Joe said, licking his lips and relishing the taste of Mikey's come. It was almost sweet, like vanilla or whipped cream. As he savored Mikey's flavor, Joe rubbed the goo that had landed on his chest into his skin like a lotion.
And that's when the changes started to come hard and fast!
FLOOMPH!
Joe nearly gasped at the sudden sensation as his pecs pulsed and drew inward. Their heft seemingly teleported to his ass, which Joe felt surge outwards. Staring down at his stomach in growing horror as his abs popped out of existence one by one, replaced
"Wh-what happened to my pecsth?!" Joe squeeked, grasping at his chest, searching desperately for any trace of muscle.
"Silly Joey..." AJ managed a giggle between pants, as he, too, jerked himself to a near climax, "Twinks don't need pecs! They need...big butts...and...agh!" With that the redheaded twink came, shooting ropes of come onto Joey just like his blond companion had done. And despite his shock, Joe found himself eagerly opening his mouth again.
'Mmm...' Joe thought to himself as he gulped down AJ's seed, his eyes closing in bliss. Strawberry flavor this time.
SHUMPH!
Again, that sudden sensation of drawing inward, except this time Joe felt...smaller. He opened his eyes to see Mikey and AJ smirking down at him, though weirdly the two twinks seemed further away. In an instant the jock had lost a foot of height. He hadn't realized it yet, but his broad shoulders had also drawn inward. Joe held one arm out in front of him, relieved to see that at least his arms hadn't changed.
FLOOMPH!
Or so he'd thought! Before his eyes, Joe saw his biceps deflate, leaving his outstretched arm nothing more than a twig.
"Mmm..." Joe moaned, feeling the mass from his arms relocate...settling this time into his thighs, which bulged out in proportion to his new ass.
"Nearly there now..." AJ chimed in, "You ready to bring him over, Dill?"
In response to AJ's question, Joe looked down toward Dill. His friend had been diligently blowing Joe this whole time, but AJ's question had made the brunet twink pause. As he pulled his mouth off Joe's dick, a part of Joe sighed in relief to see that his dick was unchanged, at his normal seven and a half inches.
"Y'know...he was kind of an ass to me earlier..." Dill mumbled, idly tapping Joe's dick back and forth with his index finger. Suddenly, the twink smirked. "I kinda wanna make him work for it!"
"What...the fuck? What does that mean?" Joe squeaked. Just being around the three twinks was causing his cock to ache with need.
"You got a hand," Dill giggled and winked at his friend, "Use it!"
"But know this, Joey..." AJ interjected ominously, "Once you come...there won't be any coming back for you!"
Joe gave the three twinks a dumbfounded look for a moment. Then he chuckled darkly. "I...I'm not a fag..." Joe mumbled, but found himself reaching down and wrapping a hand round his dick despite himself. His dick felt so big...even more so now that his hands were small and feminine. Slowly, but with growing intensity, Joe started to jerk himself.
"...not a fag..." Joe mumbled. He tried to imagine some girls sucking him off, but his mind kept going back to Dill and the image of the former jock encircling his cock with his plump lips. In his hand, his dick twitched...then shrank, drawing inward by around half an inch.
"...not a fag..." he mumbled again. Now he was thinking of Dill, as his friend used to be, broad-shouldered with a monster dick. And he thought of the old picture of Mikey, when he'd still been big and manly. In his mind, Joe saw himself getting spit-roasted by the two hunks, greedily devouring their big dicks from both ends. His own dick twitched again...and shrank again, this time by a full inch.
"...not...a fag..." Joe mumbled yet again, between pants. He could feel himself getting close. Now he was remembering Allie Reynolds, the head cheerleader from his high school days, how he'd felt up her tits before railing her the night of the regional championship game...but wait, that's not right, is it? And just like that, Joe's memories were shifting. He still remembered that night, how Alex Reynolds, the quarterback, had been on the outs with his girlfriend after she's caught him cheating. He remembered the jock bending him over under the bleachers, desperate for a hole, and remembered himself all too willing to be of service. As all of Joe's heterosexual memories shifted into gay ones, his dick twitched and shrank yet again, this time by a whopping three inches.
"...not-" Joe started to mumbled again, before inhaling sharply, "Oh...oh, gawwwwd..!" Joe panted femininely, "I..I am thuch a FUCKING FAG!!" And then Joe was coming, thick ropes spiraling out of his now 3-inch dick. Like tigers, the three twinks quickly leapt down toward Joe's crotch, where they greedily slurped up his milky seed. As they did, Joe saw that they changed, too - or at least, Mikey and Dill did. As Mikey gobbled down Joe's come, the blond twink's thighs were growing ever so slightly. And Dill - Joe's friend had practically been a twig, but now his ass was growing, stretching out the rear of his red speedo.
The sight of his friend's growing ass sent Joe fully over the edge and he came one last rope before slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes. He felt completely spent. He imagined himself falling back into a fluffy, pink cloud. He felt...
"Feeling better, Joey?" a voice asked, and Joe could tell from the tone that the voice was smirking. AJ. Joe took a couple of deep breaths, still panting as he came off the high of his orgasm. "Joey?"
...
...
...
Joey opened his eyes, and giggled.
Friday:
"Fuck.." Dallas cursed to himself as he gave himself a quick rinse in one of the pool's outside showers. As he dud so, he adjusted his cock in the tight, green speedo that he had to wear for some fucking reason.
He hated the feeling of chlorine in his hair. But more than that, he was starting to hate this fucking pool! No one had told him that it was fag season at this pool. And why the fuck had they been so insistent he start on a Friday?
"All this shit better be worth it for 18 bucks an hour..." Dallas muttered. Suddenly, Dallas heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and he turned to see a trio of fags smiling up at him, a redhead with a blond standing to his right and a brown-haired guy to his left.
"You're...the new lifeguard, right?" the redhead asked, cocking his head to the side. "O-M-G! Like, I'm so glad you're here! The last lifeguards quit all of a sudden! I'm so glad they were able to get someone here today so the pool could be open!" The redhead clasped his hands together before giggling, his two faggy friends following suit.
"Uhh, right..." Dallas muttered, trying to think of some reason to excuse himself. "Well, hard to pass up a job that pays this much, y'know?" 'Last guys probably got scared off by all the fags,' Dallas thought to himself, 'Can't say I blame 'em...'
"Oh!" the redhead twink exclaimed suddenly, "You'll need your whithle, though, if you're the lifeguard! I think they have a thpare in the locker room!"
"Uhh, cool!" Dallas replied, already starting to saunter off, "I better go grab that! Thanks!"
'Score,' Dallas thought to himself, smirking as he jogged off to the locker room, 'Fags gave me a reason to slip away!"
As he headed over to the locker room, though, Dallas couldn't help but feel...watched. So many fags at this pool and each time he passed one, they'd just...look up at him and giggle. It was starting to give him the fucking creeps.
And then, Dallas wasn't sure why, but just as he was about to head into the locker room, he turned and looked back toward where he'd come from, near the opposite side of the pool.
The three twinks from before were still standing right where Dallas had left them. All three were still looking at Dallas.
And they were smiling.
Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Dallas quickly ducked into the locker room. Inside, he leaned against the wall and ran his hands down his face.
"Y'know, what? Fuck this," he muttered, starting to head off to the locker where he'd stashed his clothes, "Something about this place...reeeally weird fuckin' vibes, man, I gotta-"
Joe turned the corner, stopping suddenly when he heard a gasp. Ahead of him, sitting a bench mid-selfie, was...another fag, blond with longish hair.
"Oh!" the twink exclaimed before standing up in a rush, "Thorry, am I in your way?"
"Uhh..." Dallas mumbled. For some reason, it was like he was rooted to the spot all of a sudden. He couldn't take his eyes off the twink in front of him. "Uh...I'm Dallas! I'm, uh...the new lifeguard." Dallas' eyes widened as he said that last bit. Why the fuck had he told this little fag his name?
"Oh, the new lifeguard!" the twink was beaming up at Dallas now, "Nith to meet you!" The twink's smile widened even further. "I'm Joey. Uh...I'm a bit embarrassed to ask, but...ith there any way you would be able to teach me how to thwim?"
Dallas was taken aback. By the little fag's audacity, but also by the look the twink was giving him. The twink was still smiling, but there was something behind his eyes...a hunger, almost.
"I-" Dallas began, but stopped short at the sudden feeling of his dick twitching to life in his speedo, "I..." the jock tried again, his voice wavering. He looked down, shocked and embarrassed to see his cock beginning to tent the green material of his speedo.
Across from him, Joey giggled.
"No worries, Dallas!" the twink chirped, walking up to link arms with the Dallas, "Happens to the best of us! I'm sure you'll feel much more...at ease after you've had a week at the pool!"
Timothy stared from across the quad, furiously undressing him with his eyes. Lance Lockhart. For years now he had loved this boy from afar, his every thought, dream, and desire was shrouded in his powerful shadow. And as he innocently studied the silverwood sapling, jotting down whatever measurements he needed for ‘Intro to Botany,’ Timothy did what he always did from afar: daydream. Lance’s favourite grey bro tank and white cap, his silky white wrestling shorts, the gigantic and well worn white and gold Roshes gracing his feet… Every ounce of him was soaked in masculinity, oozed cockiness, and radiated sexual desire.
For one solitary moment, the pair’s eyes met. A sideward glance meeting a deep, invasive stare. Timothy buried his face in his Organic Chemistry textbook, pleading with whatever essence dictated luck that Lance’s gaze had passed him over. For a moment, he thought his childish tactic had succeeded. Yet, as he peeked over the top of the textbook, he saw Lance sauntering toward him across the green. As quickly as he could, he began to pack up his things, foolishly hoping to escape whatever interaction lay ahead. In the mad rush, the small diary he kept since childhood had fallen out of his Patagonia bookbag. Two strong, tan hand gently picked up the leatherbound book, gesturing it to him.
“I think you dropped this.” Lance’s beautiful, velvety, mahogany voice flowed out of his lips; a luscious craving he possessed since middle school. “What’s up Timmy? It’s been a while since I’ve seen ya around!” The two had only one class together, and the dimwitted, yet lovable Lance never let him forget it.
“Yeah, I, uh… Guess we have different schedules or something.” Timothy awkwardly grabbed the book from Lance’s grasp, shoving it deep into his bookbag. He quickly rose up, once again trying to feebly escape from the pleasantries, but felt the jock’s firm grasp envelop his wrist.
“I know it’s a little weird, but I need a favour, bro. Could you watch my dog while I’m in Georgia? We’re facing Emory in the finals, and I just wanna make sure that Ned is all taken care of. You can stay over, and eat my food, play the PlayStation…” Timothy silently nodded, and Lance let out a big sigh of relief. “Fuck, thanks man, here’s the key. I’m heading out in a few hours, so just head over after your classes or whatever. I’ll be back on Monday, aight?” Lance was already halfway across the quad, enroute to the busses which were lining up by the Gym. There was no take backs. Timothy would be spending the weekend at his dream boy’s house.
After he finished the painstakingly difficult Chemistry quiz, he bolted out the door, running for Lance’s place. It was just off campus, one street over from Greek Row. The house was infamous for having ridiculously wild after parties, riding the coattails of the neighboring frat houses’ ragers. As one might expect, the state of the house was slightly run down and decrepit, typical of college housing. The key turned in the front door lock, and opened the replacement front door.
Lance’s house was a disaster zone. From all the Snapchat stories and Facebook posts, this was the aftermath from the ridiculous football party the night before. Red solo cups filled with shitty beers were scattered across the house, atop tables, spilt over on the floor. The remnants of beer pong sat idle on the kitchen table, half smoked blunts and cigarette butts lay extinguished on the trashy linoleum. Even a pair of purple floral panties were strewn over a toppled over chair.
According to the instructions left on the stained countertop, Ned the Doberman was locked up in the bedroom. Timothy made his way upstairs, trudging past crumpled paper plates and crushed beer cans to arrive at the the bedroom door. He heard Ned clawing at the door, whining to be let out, so when the door was slowly opened, the cooped up dog burst out, covering Tim in slobbery kisses. After an adorable reunion, Ned rushed downstairs to eat whatever leftover pizza sat in the abandoned boxes, leaving Timothy alone in his idol’s bedchamber.
The mattress and boxspring sat in the corner of the room, barely covered with sweat stained sheets and cumstained tissues. The room smelt like a locker room, with Lance’s sweaty clothes scattered all around. A black leather Nike gym bag sat half open with a small golden cylinder poking out.
Timothy walked over, realizing the immense opportunity presented to him. He sheepishly opened the zipper, revealing Lance’s weightlifting gear, and a very old fleshlight. The smell of stale cum, smegma, and caked on sweat assaulted his nose.Years worth of wet dreams about what he’d do with Lance’s filthy gear flashed before his eyes, and before he knew it, he was stripping off his clothes. Excitedly, he slipped on the wet compressions & socks, taking a guilty huff of their strong scent. He picked up the black sweatshirt and tossed it on, lifting his arms to sniff the sour stench of pitsweat. He sat down on the bed, running his hands over the damp fabric that now clung to his skin, soaked in Lance’s musky juices.
The fleshlight beckoned to him, begging him to let out all the pent up tension that had built up in his balls. Grabbing the gold fucktoy, he was surprised with how heavy and slippery it was, coated in old lube. He twisted the top cap and pulled it off. Strings of off-white slime clung to the cap as it pulled away from the silicone lips, looking like cheese stretching from pizza. Lance hadn’t ever cleaned it. Old coagulated jizz intermingled with the fresh load he had clearly put in earlier that day, filling the room with salty-chlorine smell of semen. Timothy’s cock throbbed in anticipation, his senses heightened by the olfactory overload of cum and musk.
He pulled back his foreskin, and delicately thrusted his cock into the filthy fleshlight. The cum was slick and viscous, coating him in a thick blanket of smelly slime. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. No wonder Lance hadn’t cleaned it out, the built up loads and massaging protrusions added to the sensory overload.
He could barely breathe, with each thrust his lungs crumpled within him, and his chest was filled with butterflies. He gasped for air, moaning loudly in absolute ecstasy. Every muscle in his body tensed, flexing every muscle, as he launched his hips into the slurping fleshlight.
He didn’t feel his legs bulging, his feet growing, his cock stretching. He couldn’t see the muscles beneath his skin expand and inflate. He couldn’t taste the salty-sweet sweat that was pouring out of his tanning skin. What he could do, was smell every ounce of Lance. His very essence seeping into him like a sponge. As if that heavy, stinking musk had invaded him. And as he added his load into the heavy, warm fleshlight, he couldn’t help but imagine a little bit of that cum slipping into him.
Lance was eager to see what three days of jockification could accomplish. Coach was all too happy to cough up the secret to jocking when Lance had asked him, though his intentions to turn his personal fanboy into a teammate boyfriend remained hidden. As the busses pulled into the parking lot, and his bags were handed to him, Lance took his time sauntering back to his house. He wanted to give his babe as much time as he needed to ripen. So by the time he had turned the key and unlocked the door, he was barely able to contain his excitement.
“Yo, Timmy! You in here?” The muffled sounds of FIFA 17 crept out from behind his closed door. Every step he took up the creaking staircase, his stupid grin grew in anticipation. He reached his door, the daylight pouring in around the doorframe provided a Tumblr-worthy image as he pushed the door open. The same familiar stench that poured from his room was twofold today, strong and heavy in the air. It was almost humid as he stepped inside and saw an unfamiliar face rummaging through the piles of clothes.
“Fuck babe, you’re kinky as hell! You keep your creamed condoms? What the fuck for?” Lance walked further into the room, grinning like an idiot at his Soccer Captain boyfriend wearing his smelly practice gear.
“Good lube for later, bruh. Sebastian, you didn’t take very long!” Lance swaggered over to his studly creation, proud of every solid muscle and vein.The two powerfully embraced, lips locked in sloppy, wet french kiss. Timothy was no more, only the cocky, sport-obsessed persona of Seba was left. Coach Frost would be thrilled to see his newest Soccer player be so damn sexy! Apparently, three days of Musk-Jockification was pretty successful, at least to Lance. The two spent the entire week skipping class, playing FIFA, plowing ass, and huffing eachother’s dirty socks. The new Sunnmore University power couple was sure to bring the university a whole lotta pride.
As I sat in front of my webcam, I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. It was a slow day on Twitch, and I had only managed to attract a single viewer. But as I began to play my favorite video game, I couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going on.
"You've been hitting the gym, huh?" the viewer in my chat asked. "Your muscles are looking great."
I couldn't help but smile at the compliment. I had always been in great shape, with well-defined muscles and a strong, athletic build. It was nice to know that my hard work at the gym was paying off.
"Damn, you are looking handsome today," the viewer said.
I couldn't help but blush at the compliment. I had always been told that I was good-looking, with chiseled features and piercing eyes. It was nice to know that my looks were still turning heads.
"Is that a bulge in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" the viewer chuckled.
I couldn't help but laugh at the joke. I had always been well-endowed, with a cock that was the envy of all my friends. It was something that I was proud of, and I wasn't shy about showing it off. But now, as I sat in front of the webcam, my cock was practically throbbing with desire. It was hard and swollen, begging to be touched and teased. I couldn't believe the transformation that was taking place within me.
"You're turning into quite the confident little jock, aren't you?" the viewer said. "And it looks like your brains are shrinking just as fast as your muscles are growing. You're getting dumber and hornier by the minute."
I couldn't help but agree. I had always been a bit of a cocky guy, with an air of confidence and a desire to please myself. But now I felt like my intelligence was slipping away, and my horniness was reaching new heights. I couldn't stop thinking about sex, about touching myself and releasing the pent-up tension that was building inside of me. My cock was practically begging for attention, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist its demands for much longer.
As I continued to play, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I was used to being a twitch streamer, but now I felt like I was meant for something more. And when the viewer in my chat suggested that I switch to a porn site and start working as a cam boy, I couldn't resist the temptation.
With a sly smile, I clicked the link and began my new career as a gay porn star. As I stripped down and started to perform for my adoring fans, I couldn't help but feel like I’d make a lot more money streaming here.
sorry, this is a bit late, Christmas story is gonna be late too.
This story is a rewrite of an old fuckboy story (Tindr Gold), parts of it are mine and parts are of the old one (since it was so good).
Hope you all have a good Christmas and new year.
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“Fuck, why don’t you guys respond!” Tom moaned as he fell back into his bed. Another guy had just gone and ghosted him it was the sixth one this week. Tom was pissed and confused at why he was failing with so many guys. It was true that he didn’t have good looks, his face had acne, his brown hair was a greasy mess, his stubby beard was all over the place, and his body wasn’t jacked like most. But what he did have was a strong personality filled with kindness for others and incredible intelligence. These should be able to make up for his looks or was it that no one could love someone who wasn’t to their beauty standards.
Tom went back to his phone and looked over his bio and pics, maybe he could change it and that would make him look better, or it could be a waste of time. All the guys wanted was cheap sex with their dreams and that was it.
Tom saw at the bottom a flashing banner for Tindr Gold, Tom thought it was probably a scam, but he had been so unlucky recently. He pondered for a sec, it cost a couple of dollars, so why not try it. Maybe it could actually work and he could go on some dates.
He tapped his screen to pay, bringing up the terms of conditions.
‘Who reads those stupid things’ he thought before finalising his payment. He made his decision ad tapped and waited to see what would happen. He looked impatiently as nothing happened, everything was the same. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door and Tom jumped up to go and see who it was.
He opened the door and a handsome twink walked in. He was wearing some gold shorts and trendy shoes, no top so he could show off his body. His body was fit with very small muscle in places and abs that barely showed. His skin was beautifully tanned and smooth, like the rest of him had been perfected with many products. His face had been cleansed of any impurities and facial hair, while his golden-brown hair had been gelled up into a neat quiff.
Tom was very aroused to the twink who now looked around the apartment before turning to Tom.
“I am Tinder Gold, professional dater and dating expert and I am here to help you! I assume you are Tom, the one in need of my help ” He asked abruptly. Tom was speechless, he though Tindr Gold was a scam, not this.
“Well yeah, are you some kind of dating coach? are you gonna get me laid?”
“Of course, I am Tinder Gold and I never disappoint,”
“Awesome, so what’s first?”
“Well firstly, no one wants some post-college graduate, they want a freshly minted fuckboi…"
Did he just say fuckboi? No way was Tom was going to be like one of those dumbasses, who just existed to get laid. But before he could object Tinder began waving his hands. Tom became dizzy and distorted as energy waves from golds hands flew into Tom. His skin vibrated, turning back years. His fat mostly melted away, leaving a little around his stomach from laziness. The hair on his chest receding back into his skin, softening out his pecs. The hair on his legs receded as well but remained spread out for his age. The lines and bags on his face caused by all the stress of college faded from him. His age had gone from being mid-twenties to looking a youthful 18 years old.
“What the fuck! This isn’t what I wanted! I look like a dumb teenager!” Tom shouted as he saw his younger self reflected on his phone screen.
“Relax, this is the first step to getting you laid. Now we gonna get you yeeted up…” without waiting for a response Tinder started massaging Tom’s arms, infusing them with the same energy. Tom laid back as all he could do was relax in Tinder’s hands. Gold moved his hands carefully across the entire surface of Tom’s skin, everywhere his hands went hair disappeared. After finishing with his arms, he moved to his chest and then finishing with his legs, removing any stray patches of hair. Once he was done, the only hair left was around his dick, ankles and his pits. Gold focused harder now, causing his hands to vibrate and made a second pass. This time as they swept across Tom’s body they instilled a golden tan with a touch of Italian olive as he rewrote his genetics to make him the perfect Italian-American fuckboy. His hands swept through the mess of Tom’s hair, changing it from its dirty brown into a lighter, crisper brown. Gold continued his Fuckboyification of Tom, now focusing on his face, cleansing it of impurities and perfecting his features. Tom’s nose and mouth shrunk, though his lips grew, and eyes turned brown. Gold poked Tom’s nipples causing them to darken and grow slightly. Golds hands then pushed the energy down Tom, darkening the hairs on his dick and ankles. Tom was now a perfect Italian shade from face to feet.
“One more thing to make you family!” Gold stepped back and framed his hands sideways as if to take an invisible picture. Then he quickly slammed his hands together. To Tom, it felt like a hammer had fallen on him; all of a sudden he was being compressed - his height fell from 6 foot down to a modest 5'7. His limbs sucked in to meet his new height, feet and hands dwindling down as well. His massive size 11 feet shrank to a cute size 8 and his hands became smaller with stubbier fingers. His loss of height and lack of hair combined to make him look boyish. How on earth was any of this going to get him laid? Gold smiled, sensing his scepticism.
“Patience fam, the best is on the way!” Gold took one hand and placed it on Tom’s temple and with the other grabbed his small package.
“Wait what are you…. ohhh…” Tom moaned as his muscles slacked and resistance faded. He could feel a strange suction as if his brains were being sucked out through Gold and drawn into his stirring dick. The sensation scared him but it was also too pleasurable to fight. Tom’s hair began to change, his sides faded down so you could see his skin, while the hair on the top also shortened, before gelling off to the side neat like Gold’s. Tom’s pecs remained small but the remaining fat converted into muscle giving him a toned look. His arms swelled with strength and pudgy stomach shrank into a faint but hard six-pack. At the same time, his small dick began to grow, gaining inches as his brain shrank. His facial features became more pointed, eyes darkening with hunger and lust in them and his mouth curled into a pouty smile with his lips puffing up into a pseudo duck shape.
Old Tom would be embarrassed at him now, but Tommy was swimming in horniness, as he began to lust for boys and sex. Any knowledge he had gained and dreams of careers faded and disappeared into his new massive shlong of Italian meat and were replaced with a desire for screwing every boy in town. Gold sensed his fantasies and his smile transformed into a grin.
“One last thing to make you a proper family fuckboy!” Gold said as his energies forced themselves into Tommy one last time. The images of boys and pounding their arses began dissolving and spinning like a washing machine. The boys formed from young twinks, jocks and bears into different kinds of hot babes. Pounding men’s buttholes with his massive meat, became repulsive. Tommy was defenceless, who could only smile as his homosexuality was drained down into his balls, growing them into the size of tennis balls. Tommy became hypnotised by swinging boobs and tits, fitting his Italian meat into pussy and seeding every pretty girl he saw with his new fuckboy cum.
Two shiny studs pierced his ears, glistening in the sunlight. Bracelets appeared on his wrists. One with a cross that said god is great. Gotta be a saint in the streets to be a sinner in the sheets. As his dick continued to grow, nearing 10 inches hard his tight underwear changed into a loose pair of golden shorts, just like Gold’s.
“Ahhhhhhhh fuck boooooooooi!” Tommy gold screamed in his soft yet compelling voice as he came all over his walls. Posters of video games vanished, replaced by posters of girls, cars and rappers or singers. Yeah, his new idols and interests. His computer shrank and changed into a worn-out basketball and books evaporated, replaced with sports and playboy magazines.
“It’s lit fam!”
“Fuck yeah it’s lit! Thanks for buying Tindr Gold boy, get out there and get some ass and pussy. But remember you work for us now.” A new app feature appeared on his Tindr showing a map of all Tindr Gold users.
“If anyone in your area buys Tindr Gold it’s your job to make sure they get laid,” Tommy grinned at his new ‘brother’ eager to get his new Italian sausage wet and make some losers into hot fuckboys like him, the family was gonna grow…
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