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(Just Another) Straight White American Redneck

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t-”

Gabriel’s heart stood still, fearing the man towering over him. How had he even gotten in this situation in the first place? All he had needed was a lighter or even some matches to get the grill started at his parents’ cabin, which he had asked to loan out over the weekend. The college freshman had noticed the neighbor–and his brutish handsome qualities–before and decided to make the walk over. He imagined the worst case scenario would be that the man was not home. The best was that he would help him light the grill. And that the man would find Gabriel charming and adorable and would bend him over and the two would begin a secret affair.

Once Gabriel arrived, he assumed that the man was not home. The rusty truck Gabriel usually saw in the driveway was missing. But just as he was about to leave, he noticed that the front door was unlocked. Curiously, Gabriel stepped into the cabin. Taxidermy, rustic paintings, and antique furniture decorated the wooden space. It stunk of cigarettes and beer.

The red flags became more visible the farther Gabriel went in: a MAGA hat on a chair, a Confederate flag by the bathroom, at least three guns lying around (who knew how many were out of sight). Gabriel refocused and proceeded with his mission, venturing over to the small kitchen which, to his slight disgust, had not been cleaned in what looked to be weeks. He opened every drawer and cabinet but found nothing. Gabriel then proceeded to a closet, then another, and eventually found himself inside one of the two bedrooms. 

Unlike the other which was a bit barren, this bedroom was certainly lived in. Quilts were pulled back as if someone had just left the bed. The closet, which had more flannels than Gabriel had ever seen in his life, was disorganized. The space was musty, masculine but in a comforting way. Gabriel was not surprised to find himself chubbing up a bit. Lustfully, he knelt down to the dirty clothes hamper, shyly searching through the treasure trove. 

Gabriel struck gold right away–a dirty sock, thoroughly stretched and abused. A deep sniff sent a shiver of ecstasy down Gabriel’s body, the pure musk enrapturing him. Then he discovered the boxer shorts, their plaid long faded. The college freshman nearly squealed with delight when he located sweat stains, bringing the distended fabric to his face. Gabriel was too distracted by his pervy desires to recognize the shadow falling over him. He did hear the creak of the wood behind him though, immediately twisting his body to find the man looming over him.

“What the fuck do you think yer doin’ here, son?”

His voice shook like thunder, a gravelly weight that crushed Gabriel’s argument before he even had a chance to speak it into existence. The man was certainly over six feet tall and had enough meat on his body that if he laid on Gabriel, he could suffocate him. He was more bear than man with all his hair and muscular bulk, something that in any other situation would have truly turned Gabriel on. Well, Gabriel actually was turned on. Everything besides his cock was terrified, especially when he noted the gun perched right inside of the man’s jeans.

Gabriel stuttered out a response but the man shut him up real quick. “Ya think it’s ok to just walk into another man’s property like this?”

“No! I was just…just looking for-”

“For what, exactly?” The man then noted his discarded laundry slightly behind Gabriel. Gabriel sat frozen as the man put together a conclusion. “Fuck, yer nothin’ but a horny lil faggot, aren’t ya?”

The slur slapped Gabriel in the face. He had never been called it before, but now that the truth was out and proud it stung.

“Yer a degenerate that’s fer sure,” the man spat. “I oughta put ya in yer place ‘fore somethin’ like this happens again.”

Gabriel watched as the man’s hands moved towards his gun. Gabriel’s mouth opened to beg for mercy, ready to plead for his life, but the man simply dropped the gun onto the bed beside him. Then, he undid his belt and let his jeans and boxers fall to the floor, unveiling a massive, hairy cock. The wave of masculine musk splashed into Gabriel moments later, silencing his mind.

“Yeah, that’s good, son,” the man’s voice was warm, drawing Gabriel closer. “That’s a good, obedient cum dump.”

Gabriel did not know what to do. He decided to simply follow the man’s orders.

“Don’t resist it.” The tip of the man’s girthy cock touched Gabriel’s lips. Without thought, Gabriel opened his mouth, letting the guest enter. “All nine inches and, yeah, there ya go.”

Despite it being his first time, Gabriel was surprised by how easy the entire cock fit inside of his mouth. It was a strange realization to discover that he was a natural. Then, he felt the man’s hands place themselves on either side of his skull. With a grunt, the man began thrusting back and forth like a drill.

“Hold…still…son!” The man grunted, picking up speed. Gabriel could barely breathe, and when he did, all he inhaled was the ball sweat of the man’s giant bush. He was powerless as the man used him. Was this some kind of sick ritual? Was the man trying to scar Gabriel for life? If so, it was sort of working. Gabriel’s eyes began to water; he should have never come into this stupid house. He should have just skipped the grill and found something else to eat. But instead Gabriel was here, being used as a hole. The man unloaded himself into his stomach. Gabriel could do nothing as the man’s magmatic flow swirled down his throat and pooled within his stomach. 

“That oughta fix ya up, son,” the man grunted. His cock came out of Gabriel’s mouth with a thick plop! He then proceeded to reassemble himself, pulling up his boxers and jeans like nothing had happened.

Gabriel groaned, his stomach felt bloated. 

“Dontcha worry,” the man assured, replacing his gun. “Yeuh’ll be dandy here in just a few minutes.”

“What…?” Gabriel mumbled, slowly standing up. He felt disoriented, as if the world around him was shifting. Gabriel had expected to find himself at eye level with the man’s pectoral shelf. When his vision finally cleared, he was surprised to find himself facing the man’s beard. 

“Hmmmm, a lil shorter than I woulda liked,” the man said, disappointed.

“How did I…?” Again, Gabriel felt nauseated, as if he was going to puke. Something in his stomach gurgled unnaturally. Gabriel lowered his head, surprised to find the front of his shirt shaking. Panicked, he immediately stripped to get a better view. He had been skinny before, but now there was undeniable definition to his torso. And a tan, and hair.

“What…what did you do to me?” Gabriel nervously asked, although he was not sure if he wanted the answer. He felt his upper chest begin to tingle, watching in horror as it filled out slightly with a sturdy pair of pecs.

“Isn’t it obvious, son?” The man’s tone was belittling. “I redpilled ya.”

“You…what?!” Gabriel’s arms went numb. In seconds they began to ripple, bulking up with lean muscle as the veins corded themselves down the tanning skin. Brown hairs sprung forth all the way to his hands, which grew larger and calloused. Dirt shoved itself underneath his nails as they became misshapen.

“Are ya deaf, son? I redpilled ya.” The man spoke as if it was the most obvious thing. “No use in ya bein’ a lousy fag, so I decided to man ya up.”

Gabriel still did not understand, but he was interrupted by the uneasiness in his lower limbs. Feeling the tightness around his waistband, Gabriel lowered his shorts and underwear immediately, unbothered by the fact that the other man was still in the room. Gabriel’s thighs vibrated, fattening with each shake until they became two hairy logs. His calves strengthened too, bringing the new virility down to his feet which flattened out into a comparable size to the man’s. In fact, now that he thought about it, a lot of Gabriel’s changed body was comparable to the man’s.

“And there’s no better redpill than one straight from the hose,” the man continued. “Yeuh’ll be nothin’ more than my God-fearin, fag-sneerin’ rebel son in no time.”

“S-sOn?!” Gabriel’s voice cracked midway through this realization, losing some of its height and character in the process. His face began to rearrange itself, matching the qualities of the man before him but slightly softening them. Wide clefted chin, duller brown hair, thicker eyebrows and nose. Although Gabriel could not see him, he could feel the resemblance. He did not want to become this man’s son. He did not want to become just another straight white American redneck.

“Let me get ya some new clothes while ya finish up.” The man then left the room, leaving Gabriel alone. What was there to finish up? Was this his chance to escape? Gabriel mentally made the effort to move his limbs, any of them, but instead found himself stuck in place. He had to leave, he had to go back to his cabin. His cabin across the street. No wait, that was the neighbor’s cabin. This was his cabin.

Gabriel shook his head. Where did that thought come from? He had to escape from dad…no this man! He was smart, he was educated. He went to high school. No, home school. Yeah, and Sunday School of course, as every good American should. Pops made sure of that, and made sure he started learning about their heritage from the get-go. Like the great Confederation. His great-great-great-great granddad fought in the Civil War. Or was it his great-great-great-great-great granddad? Either way, God bless ‘em!

And God bless the troops who are fightin’ those wetbacks today! And fightin' the cryin’ libtards tryin’ to take control of their food and water and way of life. And can’t forget the trannies, pervin’ on those sweet lil ladies’ rooms. God, how Gabe wished he could be in those ladies’ rooms. No, no wait he was not like this! He did not want to be some repressed horny loser. Gabe was gay. He liked gu…g...gals. He liked their fat boobs and their wet pussies and everythin’ else his pops told him to like. Gabe fucked any dumb bitch he wanted to. It was his right after all. He was just doin’ God’s duty and bein’ a good American.

Just thinkin’ about impregnatin’ another chick had him throbbin’. His mighty man was pointin’ straight out, thick and heavy just like his pops. He’d have preferred to dump it in something warm, but instead he found his ole familiar friend grippin’ and tuggin’. With a masculine grunt, Gunnar came, spreadin’ his mighty seed onto his dad’s wooden floor.

“Quite the harvest there, son,” his pops laughed, tossing him some clothes. An old tee, dirty jeans, and a baseball cap. Gunnar's favorite cap! All hand-me-downs from his dad.

“Thanks, pops.” Gunnar got dressed and joined his dad in the living room. He plopped down on the old couch and cracked open the fresh beer offered to him. Gunnar felt like he was missing something. Being as dumb as he was, it took him a while to figure it out. Finally, the gears clicked into his head, digging his hand into his back pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“Gotta light?” Gunnar asked, offering the pack to his father.

His pops smirked, taking the offer. “Of course son, all ya had to do was ask.”

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A clean cut, straight, star student jock happens to smell the fart of a chubby gamer boy nerd and is utterly entranced by the smell, debasing himself for more chances to smell the loser nerds farts, eventually embracing being a fellow loser and bulking up and abandoning his sense of hygiene

Tony snapped a pic of himself in the gym mirror, admiring the muscles he had been cultivating for years, both in high school and now college, to be in and stay in proper shape for the Football Team. By his second year of college, he was the star quarterback and was already getting scouted for after graduation. The position made him popular with everyone on campus as he continued to lead the team to the championships. Faculty loved him, recruiters loved him, his bros looked up to him, and the ladies wanted to be with him. Already keeping himself as clean and perfect as he could (muscles, looks, smells) helped his perfect image and ego, the constant praise from everyone was a massive ego boost!

What wasn't an ego boost was the fact that Tony was having to take Health & Exercise 101 in his third year of college now. Between his jumpstart into football and business classes, his stupid advisor forgot to schedule him for the required course. So now, he found himself amongst a bunch of nobodies struggling to pick up a weight and unable to keep proper form. Losers, all of them. But not him, not Tony. He was perfect.

"Mr. DeMarcos, if you don't mind, the rest of the class is ready to begin," an annoyed voice called out to Tony. His professor, Coach Helkin. Tony didn't like the middle-aged balding man, and the dislike was mutual. Helkin was always condescending to Tony, making it a point to take jabs at Tony if he was late or an assignment wasn't perfect, probably jealous of Tony's popularity. "And I know other professors may let you do as you please on campus, but in my class we keep out phones put away and actually pay attention."

Tony rolled his eyes and threw his phone in his pocket before walking over to the group surrounding Mr. Helkin. The group stood before a series of lifting benches with barbells resting above them. Tony looked at the barbells with how much weight they had affixed and just chuckled, especially at the thought of these losers even trying to lift it.

Apparently, the lesson for today was on proper form and safety in using the lifting bench, something Tony had already been doing for years. Coach Helkin droned on how to hold your arms, how to take breaks, needing a spotter... yada yada yada... Tony tuned out the old man, instead thinking of one of the cheerleaders who flirted with him at the end of the last game. Her plump lips, her nice curves, her perky butt...

*CLAP!* A loud sound and sudden movement broke Tony away from his daydream. Coach Helkin had clapped his hands together right in front of Tony's face. "Mr. DeMarcos! Welcome back to my class. Now if you would please join Mr. Askew at the remaining bench to practice. I wanna see simple, clean reps. Proper form. And no extra weights."

As Tony looked, it seemed as if everyone else had already paired of and begun practiced lifting the barbell. Most of them struggled with the lightweight lift, while taking slow and simple. As Coach Helkin started walking off to keep an eye on everyone, his "workout partner" remained. A shorter nerdy-looking guy, brown hair, glasses, kinda mousy, noodle arms and some definite chub around his belly.

"Hi. My name's Stuart. I'm looking forward to uhh... trying this out with you." The nerd stammered as the duo walked over to the remaining bench. Tony could already see slight pit stains on the nerd's shirt and the faint oniony smell of sweat. "Sure Stu... Name's Tony. Why don't I show you how it's done?"

Tony swiftly laid down on the bench and got himself positioned underneath the barbell. "Just stand behind me and look like your helping so Coach Helkin doesn't get mad at me," he said while snickering at the nerd. "O-oh... okay... and the name's Stuart by the way." Stuart moved to the head of the bench and Tony smelt a similar onion scent, his nose wrinkling at the smell.

"Now watch and learn Stu!" Tony quickly began to lift the barbell over and over, showing off how easy it was and quickly surpassing the number of reps required for class. "Ummm... Tony I think y-you finished your turn. Shouldn't I-" Stuart clutched his stomach and a loud gurgle sounded out. He turned around in discomfort, bending over slightly as the gurgling grew louder. "Oh... I think that extra cheesy meat lover's pizza isn't agreeing with me," Stuart groaned. Tony too busy showing off didn't notice his workout partner's pain nor the nerd butt looming near his head. Another loud gurgle sounded out from Stuart's stomach before...

*PFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT* *PBBBBBLLLLLLLLTTTTT*

Two wet, meaty farts blasted out of Stuart's nerd butt right into Tony's face. And unfortunately for the jock, he was just taking a deep breath between pushes. Tony got a full breath of the rank gas, a stench of old cheese and meat, it was like he was eating the pizza himself. Tony was used to athlete funk but this was far worse than he had ever experienced and could help but cough trying to get oxygen into his lungs.

As Tony began choking on the stench, Stuart, now red-faced and embarrassed, quickly began try apologizing before running off to the gym locker room. As the nerd ran away, Tony looked up ready to punch the loser in the face but his fury faded quickly... instead he saw the fat nerd ass bouncing away... and he wanted to be angry, enraged... but found himself staring before Stu disappeared from view.

Tony quickly got up from his coughing position on the ground, ignoring Coach Helkin's heckling about loudly dropping the weights and headed towards the locker room. It was almost that smell of old cheese and meat was a trail becokoning him forth. Reaching the door, Tony continued to hear *PBBBBLLLTTTT* *PFFFFTT* *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* echoing inside. The sound was strangely music to his hears and the locker room smelled better than it had.

"Hey uh Stu... uhhh Stuart, you in here?" Tony entered into the miasma of stink inside the locker room, now a complete cloud of fartfunk... and Tony couldnt help but take a deep breath as his pants started to tent up. Stepping in, the jock found the nerd quickly packing his bag as his plump... sexy ass... continued to spew farts. Stuart gasped at the jock's sudden appearance, "Ah! I'm s-sorry! It was a complete acc-cident! I would n-never...." Stuart's scared face faded into confusion as he began to watch Tony huff up more and more of the continued ass blasts. "Wha-what are you doing?"

Tony realized what was happening and quickly stopped sniffing those his reddened cheeks and pitched tent told the entire story. "Uhhhh... I'm just-" Tony tried to say, before taking in the full sight of the nerd. His cute chubby belly, his nerdy glasses, that fat ass, the dorky sweat, and those rank rank farts...

*PBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* Stuart let out another gassy blast, this time with a smirk. "You like that don't you?" The nerd's question elicited a whimper from Tony. "Normally, I try to watch when I eat my favorite meat lover's triple cheese pizza, but I forgot I had this class today. But it seems maybe that was the right thing to do." Stuart let out a chuckle, wiggling his nerd butt in the jock's direction, before releasing another gassy blast.

Tony couldn't takes his eyes off the ass. It was like the gas itself was holding his face in place and forcing him to sniff. He tried to think of the cheerleader before, her lips, her curves, her perky butt... to no avail. All he could see now was this dork. His dorky glasses, his chubby form, his FAT ASS! He wanted it all...

*PFFFFTTT PBLLLLTTTT* "Why don't you come over here and give it a big sniff Tony?" Stuart's face was smug and excited seeing the jock drop to his knees. Watching him crawl on his perfectly muscled arms and legs to the fat cheeks and take a big huff of the fumes. At that moment, it was if Tony's brain was entirely re-written. Any image of slutty cheerleader was replaced with that of every nerd throughout his time. He thought of hanging out with them, fucking them, huffing up all their stink... being just like them. "You know, I have more of that pizza in my dorm. And it would be cool to hangout with you. See you later Tony." Stuart gave Tony a wink as he left taking his gym bag and fartfunk with him. Tony sat there, continuing to huff the remaining stink as his gym shorts grew more and more wet.

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Tony, after cleaning himself up and quickly fleeing from class, tried his hardest to resist the dork's offer. But resist he couldn't. His mind was just filled with images of Stuart. His boner had been persistent for the remainder of the day and only one thing seemed to bring relief. Which is why he found himself standing outside the simple dorm room. Inside he heard the sound of video games and the occasional munch on food. Tony shivered at the thought and gave a curt knock on the door.

"It's open!" the nerd's voice called out. As the door opened, a loud *PBBBBBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* rung through the air as Tony's eyes landed on the Perfect form of Stuart. Relaxing on the bed, eating away at the greasy pizza, there sat the gassy nerd.

As the fresh fart funk filled the already fetid messy room, Tony couldn't help himself in flying into the dorm room, slamming the door behind him. The thing that had entranced him now bellowed the most PERFECT pungent gas and he had to sniff it up! Tony wedged his face in between the nerd's cheeks to Stuart's surprise.

"Woah! Heheh calm down man. There's plenty more where that came from." Tony whined at the comment as Stuart scrunched up his face and pushed.

*PBBBBLLLTTTTT PFFFFFFTTTTT PPBBBBBBBLLLLLLTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFTTTTTT*

Stuart leaned back, taking a breath from the long butt blasts, hearing Tony continue to huff and seeing a sticky wet patch grow on both the bed and the gym shorts. Stuart chuckled, "I bet an athlete like you also has some gas pent up too. All that protein has gotta go somewhere." He gave Tony a knowing look, that elicited a blush from the jock. Tony scrunched his face before *PBBBBBLLLLLTTT* a pungent wet blast erupted from his toned posterior. Stuart returned with a deep sniff of Tony's stink and let out a content sigh. "You know, I have been looking for a new roommate... and maybe boyfriend?" *PFFFFTTT* Tony's eyes filled with lust. "That sounds... perfect. Can I have some pizza?" Tony smirked.

Stuart's neighbors for the remainder of the evening heard a cacophony of gassy blasts and laughter over video game music and the stench emanating from the room kept anyone from snooping.

As the school year progressed, Tony stopped showing up to football practices and attending any parties. His usual crowd couldn't find him anywhere. But for Stuart and his friends, they had a great time introducing Tony to their favorite video games and tabletop games.

Tony also learned how fun it was to not have his strict routine of workouts and dieting and practice. How it was so much more fun to just relax and play video games and eat what wants. To avoid showering and instead just hangout with his friends. His body began to grow alongside his new boyfriend Stuart. His "perfect jock" form turning into his own actually perfect chubby nerdy body. And all that new food and binge eating bloated him nearly everyday.

Their now shared room grew into a mess of trash and pizza boxes and used underwear lying around. The smell was that of eggy, cheesy farts and onion-scented sweat and grease. But they were a happy pair of chubby gassy nerds. This was the perfect life for Tony.

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How about some muddy rugby shorts, already stretched in the crotch area and covered in grass (and other) stains?

Thrift Shift: Rugby Shorts

“Um, sir, are you seriously offering me stained shorts right now?” As much as Benji loved a good vintage look, often frequenting thrift stores just like this one despite his wealth, he drew the line at unwashed, dirty fabric. Like, seriously, did no one ever tell the owner that you should consider deep cleaning merch before trying to sell it to people? Yikes! Benji was a young gay man of high standards, always neat and polite and the picture of social grace. He tried to smile pleasantly when the clerk continued to shove the shorts in his direction, ready to dismiss himself from the situation and leave the poorly managed store as quickly as possible, but when his fingers brushed against the mesh material, he couldn’t stop his fist from tightening around it. Against his better judgment, he found himself entranced by the bottom half of a clearly used athletic uniform. He could feel a damp heat radiating in the palm of his hand where he touched the fabric, could smell a sour scent wafting into his nose with every inhale he took. He should have puked, should have dropped the shorts right there and shouted that he was going to leave an awful review! But he just kept staring at the rugby briefs, unable to do away with the unbridled energy building inside of him. “Um… okay, fine. Battle lost. Where’s the changing room?” All it took was a pointed finger and Benji was on his way, closely inspecting the various stains of grass green and piss yellow and shit brown on the material. “I swear, straight jocks are just one step above cavemen.”

The irony came in him saying the words as he lowered his designer jeans, kicking off his boat shoes. The shorts were massive, he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to get them around his waist, and the crotch alone was stretched to hell and back. He brought them to his face for a quick sniff, lust-hazed thoughts envisioning the kind of big dick brute fit for these shorts, and how he’d like to be filled by a guy like that. And then he exhaled, stepping his bare skinny legs through the legs holes, and then pulling up on the huge briefs with one great tug. As soon as the elastic snapped into place around his slim waist, it felt like a bomb detonated in his gut.

Poof!

Quick as lightning, the demure and sweet Benji popped out of existence and the big and raunchy Bubba took his place in the universe. The changing stall gave way to the field he practiced professional rugby in day in and day out, his carefully picked out outfit now a tight as fuck and filthy as all get out uniform. There was a brief moment of panic at watching a massive, calloused paw reach for his engorged pouch, tattooed biceps flexing, leg hair slick with sweat and littered with bits of dirt, but all those worries bubbled away as he moaned in ecstasy, not giving a shit if any of his buds caught him getting a quick wank. He was a big fuckin’ dude with big needs, and coach said he couldn’t bring his bimbo girlfriend to practice anymore if he was just gonna end up ditching to go breed her in the locker room. As if he needed her around for anything else! After all, the only brain he used for thinking was now throbbing inside his favorite shorts, shooting out hot ropes of cum. He could feel it drying in his thick pubes, the beads of sweat sliding down his hairy, unwashed ass crack. He was disgusting, he was immature, and he should be scared he thought, but his pits felt so sweaty and his stomach felt really tight and and uncomfortable and Benji-

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!

“AHHH, FUCK ME MATE,” Bubba grunted loudly and proudly, finally silencing the last remnants of Benji with the thunderous fart now rocketing out of his thick ass. He could give less of a shit about his “grossness.” Fuck, he ate enough to feed a small army, so naturally he was gonna have to empty the tank more than the average dweeb. He was a man, and he god damn well would act like one. At the end of the day, he had a game trophy to win and a wet cunt waiting for him to seed, so what more could the rugby beast possibly want or care about? Not a damn thing.

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Daniel found himself at his computer desk he had tucked away in the corner of his room, right next to his bed for the lowest amount of effort he had to give from staying up all night, pouring over either essays or another presentation for another class that almost, but never has occurred, fly under the radar.

There was something so monotone in his routine, but to him, what else what he do with his lack of company that wasn’t already busy with something else that just highlighted which type of future they’ll have with ease, but sometimes not having an actual group of people to call friends sometimes gave him an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

That same feeling also came with when his roommate, Sam, ever entered back in their shared dorm. The campus was a moderately larger place with more space, so it’s not like they were ever stacked on one another, but in Daniel’s eyes, it felt like it.

To call Sam lazy would be an contradiction, in a way with the way the other man managed to get himself up early within the mornings and be out the door by 4 and come back with even more energy, which would be surprising when Daniel found out quickly he was going to the gym, making the room smell just slightly stale sometimes. Daniel always felt slightly envious of Sam with his true lack of care of the timing of his own life, as if the world itself took care of itself and let him do his own thing.

Daniel found himself finishing up another long assignment, closing his computer with a sigh. He took a deep breath, flexing his fingers a bit, trying to get the feeling back into them from them typing up a word minimum he would strangle with his bare hands if he could. He took another deep breath, a wave of tiredness lingering in his body, but then his upper lip and nose twitched slightly as a new smell seemed to come up.

Finally considering his surroundings for the first time in hours after staring at a screen, the main culprit for the headache between his eyes, he noticed the bathroom light from the door attached to it had the light on. Sam normally stayed out, presumably out with another girl, the way he spoke about them though, it never once came across serious with any of them. It would make sense behind the fact that Daniel’s personally had a couple of walk-ins on Sam, even with the fair warnings of his arrival with his jingle dance he did against the door to loudly giving notice. Sam never seemed to hear it when it was in action. Or maybe didn’t care.

Daniel stood up stretching his body, his shirt and jeans feeling grimy with how long he’s been in them since his day started that morning, which was technically now the one from yesterday. The smell as he stood up was still there. The shower head in bathroom roared as Sam presumably cleaned himself up. It startled Daniel a little, but he was fine.

Using his nose, he soon found the problem. Sam left left his hamper open, which at some point when he came in, he must’ve stripped out of his shirt and shorts and tossed them on top lazily instead of in it like the stray pieces of clean clothes he manages to have around, no matter how much Daniel tries to clean up.

The smell attacked his senses again, it being much stronger standing in front of them. His nose wrinkled at the smell of sweat, musk and what seemed to be leftover sex. He felt himself sway slightly in a sudden rush of what he thought was nausea, but quickly recovered. After he shook his head a little, his eyes returned to the shorts, curious about… something. Breathing normally. As if whatever once revolted him was masked.

In his mind, he wondered kind of package this guy could have that could have girls running back. But not in a gay way! Sam isn’t his type in any way. There’s nothing about Sam that he would possibly like. That wouldn’t be cool, not that he had a problem with gay people, it’s just… wait. Why it would it be gay? And why would he care? Cause he’s straight. But, in a more positive perspective, Daniel felt a small pang in his gut again, but this time, it didn’t feel like the uncomfortable one anymore.

It felt… hot and burning small, but it was soon growing and growing with every passing moment he stood in thought, but in a strange twist of fate, the original thought he had just had slipped his mind, his attention back to the shorts again. Without a restraint this time, Daniel found himself gripping them in one hand, and without even thinking about it like he normally would, his other hand carefully dragged up to his chest, putting small pressure on it as the fire inside grew. He closed his eyes as the proximity of the shorts kept floating up right into nose, a more stable flow of a now dulling feeling in his brain, as if he was slowing down somehow.

His skin was starting to feel hot now, and without thinking twice about it, he peeled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans. It was like he wasn’t truly thinking too much about his actions, but chasing the consequence of another. The fire ablaze spread upwards, starting something completely different as his body started to shake slightly.

The hand that once gripped his chest was already on its way to the waistband of his underwear, a surprising tightness already awaiting him. He nearly let out a moan as his he pulled the fabric forward, opening his eyes, then widening soon after, his body absolutely not like he once remembered. Within the few seconds of breathing in… that, his body carved itself into something, but another pulse of fire nearly toppled him over on his knees. He grabbed a seemingly growing pec as he rutted himself out of his boxers, and without even realizing, slipping on Sam’s dirty shorts.

The feeling intensified tenfold, making his body buckle with a full intensity he’s never felt before. With every shooting flash of pleasure, his body cracked and popped his once average, more meek shape into something that seemed it could only be achieved with being at the gym at the time. Which… seemed right to Daniel Dan. He liked looking good. He didn’t know why, but there was something about being able to show off his body that made his cock twitch in loosely in the shorts.

Dan could his balls churn fuller and fuller with more and more cum that was only waiting to be expelled somewhere… someone. He rutted faster and faster in the shorts, each trust granting a satisfying pull in his body that hardened his jaw, all the way down in a way that looked like a grand reveal, but for Dan, he felt like a silk zipper was being unzipped. Each trust was more than ecstasy. It made old memories fade away. Daniel. A boy’s name. Science, essays and projects, staying in most of the time. That was over. Being at the gym, showing off and… Sam? But Yes. Sam. With the handsome man’s face flashed in the middle of his mind, it seemed to trigger the last effect on Dan, short-circuiting the last of his brain, completely numbing him down, but his now larger, throbbing beast of a cock shoot hot, thick ropes through the shorts. With every body roll, the last of Daniel left with it. A stubborn, hot-headed jock with a… history with the other room laid in its place now.

And behind the crack door of the bathroom, Sam came against the door, shooting his hot sticky load himself, his plan at something even greater actually worked and he in every way planned to use it.

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Hello everyone! My first story written here and hopefully many more to come! I apologize if it’s a little messy, but getting a stroke of wanting to write at 2 in the morning can, in fact, mess with how much your eyes stay open 😭.

Either way, please let me know what you thought!

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[possessedesires]

0. The Fool

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

0. The Fool

Professor Hudson's gaze darted wearily from side to side as he surveyed the university's end-of-semester fair. He could see his stupid students running around, the occasional amorous couple practically devouring each other, athletes flexing, and some overweight guy stuffing himself with cotton candy. They all seemed so... idiotic.

Hudson was the typical academic who made life miserable for his students, always thinking he was a brilliant genius walking the earth (and, well, his almost three doctorates plus a master's degree only made him more arrogant and prone to exploding at the slightest idiotic action).

He despised athletes above all else, those fraternity members who didn't strive for anything other than getting ripped at the gym to impress girls, or even guys. All this talk about inclusion, for crying out loud. How could anyone prefer having muscles over brains? And it wasn't like he didn't take care of himself, of course he did, but he had brains.

— Stop running, you're going to cause an accident! – The professor practically barked at some students who were running around carelessly. Those brats were going to give him an aneurysm. 

His gaze lingered on one of the fair's tents; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, some for target games, others for food, and there were even photo booths, but this one The tent was different… It had intense, striking, yet calming blue colors on its walls and ceiling, and a scent that seemed to be sea breeze emanated from it.

In no time, the man was already walking inside. There was only very dim candlelight and… sand? He looked up, finding a young, blonde woman with a slight smile behind a glass table.

— Hello, welcome. Can I help you?

— I… Excuse me, what is this? – the man said, somewhat confused. He didn't even know how he had gotten there; it was as if an alluring, hypnotic force, almost pure magnetism, had drawn him in.

— Would you like me to tell your fortune? I think it's better if I explain it this way – Cirse moved the deck in her hands; the cards shifted elegantly from side to side, almost floating in the air. They were engraved with bluish details and vibrant colors, as if they wanted to convey the essence of the summer that was almost upon them.

— Fortune? – the man asked. He let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head – That's for charlatans and people without their own judgment. It's obviously false – He was about to turn away when she spoke again.

— Of course, it's easy to believe what you can see, but what's imperceptible to the human eye, that's what's truly fascinating. If you're a man of fact and not faith. Great philosophers have pondered this doubt, the real question here is… If you're so sure of your knowledge, why would it matter to put it to the test?

The professor's jaw tightened. The most sensible thing would have been to leave the shop and leave the woman alone, but the urge to prove a point took hold of him. He approached the table and sat down on the other side.

— Cost?

— Our first reading is always free – She winked at him confidently as she passed the cards from one side to the other. The sound between them was like clicks. Everything moved so quickly that he didn't have a second to distinguish the different cards. The Magician, Judgment, Fortune, Knight of Wands – everything moved like a hurricane until finally one touched the table, sliding across it. Circe's smile appeared like a painting, accompanied by a giggle.

— And what's that? 

She turned the card over to reveal the Fool.

— Wow, what a great turn… – she whispered, fascinated, touching the card with her elegant nails – The Fool card tells us about the beginning of a new journey, and I think it will be a very long one... With all the potential that's trapped inside you. And more than anything, liberation.

Her lips pronounced that last word as if it were silk, letter by letter. The candles slowly extinguished until the place was plunged into complete darkness. The man just rolled his eyes.

— Yes, yes, it's clear you know how to put on a good show. Can I go now? – The silence was total. Hudson sighed, about to stand up when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He had to throw himself back down in the chair; it was a pain Disabled. Shit, was he having a heart attack? – Hello?! Something's wrong with me, I need help!

He expected to hear the woman's voice again, but only felt another pain in his ribs. He clenched his jaw, trying to stifle a scream, but it was useless. He felt as if his bones were being torn apart. He gripped the armrests tightly, gasping for breath.

— MFHHH! H-Help! – he pleaded again, desperately seeking someone's attention. Without hearing the way his clothes began to rustle, as if the seams were about to burst, the man groaned. Suddenly, his pectoral muscles expanded forward, like the yeast baking a cake fresh from the oven. He felt his shirt begin to tighten, trying to accommodate his new changes, but without much success. Buttons flew off, and the "elegant" sweater he was wearing ripped like cracks in an earthquake. The pain was excruciating; his skin burned. Something similar was happening to his lower torso, his abs heating up to melt away all the accumulated fat. His years-long belly began to reintegrate with the rest of his body, leaving behind a well-defined six-pack and a glistening, pearly complexion.

— MFHH! M-Miss! – He shouted again, a burp escaping his lips inexplicably. He tried to cover his mouth when he felt another one, but instead felt a tingling in his arms that quickly filled with that same wave of energy, expanding in a snap of his fingers. His biceps were defined, though not usually so exaggerated, but now they had grown exponentially, as if he were a gym addict. His armpits, usually hairless, were now covered in hair, and a strong smell hit his nose. Shit, why did he smell like a gym? It was the same smell that filled his classroom when the damn athletes came in after a rigorous training session. The aroma left him so confused that he didn't realize when the sensation shifted to his legs, his muscles beginning to expand, using stored fat to transform it into pure, dense muscle. The man groaned, feeling his pants begin to rip.

— Shit! No! – He watched as his tailored trousers tore to shreds, his boxers tightening as his tool began to mutate in the same way. He was well-endowed, a good 15cm, but these began to grow longer and longer, becoming heavier, thicker, and longer. His balls followed suit, becoming more rounded and filled with that precious whitish fluid. The sensation was still uncomfortable, but there was a more lustful charge in these final stimuli. The man gasped, his tongue lolling out, caressing himself as the transformation moved down to shape his calves. Again, the changes accelerated in his feet. The khaki shoes ended up torn and shredded as his feet grew, smelling and sweaty. Hudson let out a loud, confused groan, his face flushed.

— S-shit, t-this isn't right – he stammered, trying to stand. He paced aimlessly, trying to lean against the table for air, but his shoulders and back swelled, becoming larger and more massive. The stern professor's careless hand brushed against his manhood, panting. Slowly, he felt his rear end begin to grow and become rounder, as if air were being pumped into a pair of shiny balloons. The little that remained of his clothing tightened around the new shape. The air was warm, though a loud thud from his buttocks shattered it completely – PPFFRHHHHT.

His stomach ached as if tons of protein were inside him. Another thunderous fart escaped. The professor had no idea what was happening.

— N-no, it can't be – He tried to take another step forward, another burp escaping his lips. He was so desperate and confused that he didn't even notice the body he now had, which bore no resemblance to his usual physique. It looked as if his head had been attached to the body of some college athlete, and in fact, that was the extent of the change.

Energy surged up his spine to his neck.

— Shit! – What came out of his mouth was a sound completely foreign to his polite and refined tone. Now it was deep, resonant, as if he didn't have many brain cells. His voice sounded almost 20 years younger, hmmm! Little by little, his neck changed, becoming more muscular and rugged.

A huge Adam's apple rose, and his skin gradually became smoother, perfect, like that of a high-level athlete. His chin sculpted, and every trace of a double chin disappeared in the blink of an eye. His cheeks followed the same path, becoming firmer, his nose more upturned, his head grew a little, his old glasses broke from the sides and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

— MFHH! SOMEONE HELP! – he shouted again, his voice unfamiliar to him. The transformation reached his hair, turning it a deeper brown, styled in a shorter, more modern way. The man was slamming against the walls. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Like a jolt of energy, he suddenly froze, face up, his eyes slightly crossed, his mouth ajar with saliva escaping.

— Ughh… – He was almost in a catatonic state, only grunts and guttural sounds escaping his thick throat – Mfhhh…

His eyes remained almost blank. Apparently, from the outside, nothing was happening. But inside his mind, it was as if the Library of Alexandria were under fire again; all his knowledge, his academic degrees, everything was being thrown away while something else was forming in its place. Why worry so much about IQ when he could keep training to grow those fantastic pecs? Hehehe, one more size and he'd have to wear a sports bra, hehe. His brain was slowly slowing down as other priorities tore down each of the islands that were important to him in his psyche. Goodbye to teaching, hello to partying. Why would he be interested in teaching others when he was barely in college, bro? What kind of nerd would he be?

His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He wouldn't have a fixed preference; bread is for everyone to enjoy, right? He'd be like a beast in bed, bro! Although nervous twinks were definitely his weakness, hammering them for hours, so damn sweaty. With that damn stench emanating from every part of their bodies that he loved so much.

His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He could sweat like nobody else on campus; they called him "Stinky Danny" for a reason. Ha, his farts were fucking legendary! They smell like tear gas, but he loved them – pure protein, honey!

The old, strict, and bitter professor was a complete jock now. The image of the student he so detested, the one he thought was a waste of student funds, was now Danny. 

The good old Danny, a member of the football team – hopefully he'd be captain someday, stinky, he spent more time in the gym than in his classes, which were fucking boring. He didn't think much, duh. He'd gotten into college on an athletic scholarship; he could pay some nerd to do his homework for him (or better yet, do it "in person").

The whirlwind of hormones and testosterone settled within him, his tool still hard, as were his areolas. His hand automatically moved to the area, beginning to stroke it back and forth, lost in this final mental transformation. One drop and it would completely seal off this change; there would be no going back, no more Professor Hudson, no more teaching, only being a stupid jock.

— MFHH! I-I… I… This is wrong! H-help. I-I… – The deep, gravelly voice of the new college student body rang out, his eyes rolling back in his head again. He tried to speak, but a jet of whitish substance shot out like an avalanche, spreading the stench of dampness and chlorine everywhere. His thick pecs rose and fell before his vision slowly cleared.

— Ugh, shit, my head, bro – he muttered. Around him, only the rest of the fair remained; it couldn't have been more than five in the afternoon. Perfect for finding his fraternity bros and going on other rides. Shit, he even saw a guy working at the mirror house earlier; he was so cute. Maybe he could convince him to take him downstairs and show him how good he was at hide-and-seek, damn, hehe.

The jock stretched a little. Inhaling the scent of his hairy armpits, he stroked his pecs; he looked fantastic. He'd been training nonstop for when summer came. He planned to go to the beach in the tiniest swimsuit he could find. He might go with his friends for the holidays, or even by himself. He didn't want to share all the hotties he'd hook up with when he was in the middle of the saltwater and sand. Ah… It felt so good to be free. Screw college.

— BRAWWWPP – he blurted out, letting out a laugh and shaking his head as he walked away, patting his belly. Those hot dogs hadn't agreed with him, haha. Lol. Danny let out a soft laugh as he scratched his fat butt with his hand. He loved being a stinky, farting jock so much, ha. Wait, why did he have some kind of handkerchief in his pocket? Ugh, like he's some kind of refined loser or something, get ready world, because Stinky Danny is here to have some fun, booyaaaah!

Circe could only watch from afar as old Professor Hudson, now ridiculously improved in all his glory (well, surely if he were still aware of his new appearance, he'd be going crazy), but that was the least of her concerns.

— Mwhaaaa – she heard a kind of soft, gentle grunt from her bag, and she just patted it.

— Shhh, calm down – she whispered into her deck of cards – I promise there will be more transformations soon. Litha is just around the corner, and magical energy is more abundant – She seemed to feel the air around her, taking in the sea breeze, the color of seashells etched against the sky, the refreshing sound of waves crashing against the shore – I think I know exactly where we need to go, buddy. Let's go.

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Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. Summer it's almost here, and as you know, I love writing with the thematic of the months / seasons. So in the next months, I'll try to write about summer transformation, bodyswap, possessions and more.

I really love writing about this Tarot series, so. I have a question for you:

Which Tarot / Major Arcana Card would you like to see next?

The Wheel of Fortune

The Sun

The Temperance

The Hierophant

Voting ended onJun 3

The cards of The Lovers, The Strenght, The Justice, The Tower, The Star, The Moon and The Judgement are available on my blog. If you have any particular ideas, I'd love to hear them. Thank you!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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