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Never Wrong a Woman

Tristan had a blast on the night of his 19th birthday party.

Cheap booze, hot girls, bongs aplenty in the dining area, baggies filled to capacity with weed. Tristan’s parents were out for the weekend and he promised them a quiet gathering with a few close friends and the house intact by the time they returned.

He lied on both accounts. Boys will be boys, they say.

The party itself was essentially a cover-up for a giant university orgy. Tristan himself brought a pair of girls to his room and let both of them go to town on his dick with their mouths and pussies. Tristan was a proud member of the wrestling team, and as such, he owed it to his bros to invite the hottest chicks in school: the cheerleading team, the debate team, that one coach from the girl’s lacrosse team that looked like a milf. He wasn’t into that stuff but, eh, different strokes for different cocks. 

Feeling generous, Tristan let the entire wrestling team run a train on all the sluttiest young women from school right in his home, down to the corridors of the top floor, to the laundry room, and even his parent’s office! Tristan and the boys couldn’t help himself. After all, Tristan and his team were a bunch of virile horndogs. Tristan himself had no trouble getting girls. He had dark skin, a pretty face, abs, and a big dick. Everything girls were into these days.

You can’t really blame young men for having sex all the time. After all, boys will be boys.

Tristan made sure everyone in the party was drunk as hell and down to fuck. The two chicks he slept with? They would never do anal on a regular day. Tonight, how could they say no?

By the time the party was done, the house was trashed with food, alcohol stains painted on satin sheets and white carpets. There were cracked bottles of beer on the side of the porch. The house stunk of drugs and inebriated teenagers and sex. After everyone had busted their nut, did their socializing, and wrung their sobriety dry, people began to filter out one by one out of the house. 

Tristan greeted his buddies on the way out. 

“Yo, Paul, see you in practice bro!”

“Brian, bruh, you’re wasted as fuck. Don’t fuck anymore girls on the way home.”

“Come back anytime, Veronica. As long as you bring that fat ass, aight?”

Tristan slapped Veronica’s ass on her way out. Veronica would’ve slapped Tristan back if she hadn’t been high out of her mind.

“Yo, Tristan, what’s up?” Tristan looked over to see his two best friends, Andre and Jalen, walking towards him. The three exchanged a series of hardy bro-hugs.

“We’re planning to sleep over, bro.” said Jalen, the light-skinned one. “We can’t let our parents know we skipped out of a family dinner to get wasted and fuck girls.” He smiled sheepishly. Andre and Jalen were stepbrothers. What a jarring coincidence that these two black boys, both with similar body types and same interests, came to be stepbrothers. 

“Yeah, bro.” Andre raised his arms and sniffed himself. “We smell like a forest!”

Tristan sighed. “I guess you guys could stay. My parents don’t come back ‘till Monday.” 

“Alright!” Andre cheered. “You hear that, bro? Let’s watch some NBA in his parent’s room. I hear they got hi-def!”

“Wait, don’t break anything-” Tristan called out to both brothers. They climbed the stairs fervently and were gone in a snap.

Tristan kicked the rest of his guests out. He didn’t remember inviting so many people. As the crowd thinned out, someone that Tristan wasn’t quite expecting to show up, did.

“Yoohoo, Tristan.” 

The familiar voice caused Tristan to jerk his head to the source. “Stacey, what’re you doing here?”

As a matter of fact, Tristan knew what she was doing here, since he did invite her. Tristan had been in a relationship with Stacey since the beginning of university, but they broke up about a month ago. Tristan had cheated on her, but a man could only apologize so much for his wrongs. He invited her to his party as a final olive branch, but he wasn’t expecting her to actually come by.

“Hey, Tristan.” Stacey flicked her red bangs away from her face. “I was hoping I’d see you before the party was over.”

“Uh, yeah... Glad you could make it.” Tristan looked down and shifted his feet. He had everything to do with this. In fact, he wanted them to make up. And yet, he was nervous.

“Listen, Tristan.” Stacey put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Both of their eyes met. “I just wanted to apologize. I know I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder these days, but I just want you to know that I forgive you.” 

Tristan couldn’t help but smile. “Stacey...”

“Some people just aren’t right for each other. And besides, how could I expect such a hot guy like you to stay shackled to a girl like me.” Stacey gave Tristan’s shoulder a final rub. She reached inside of her pockets and fished out a small gift bag, handing it to Tristan. “Anyways, happy birthday. Don’t forget to say hi in chemistry!”

And then she was off.

Tristan felt conflicted. On one hand, he was elated that they made up, but on the other hand, he felt like Stacey was a little too happy. 

How could I expect such a hot guy like you to stay shackled to a girl like me? No self respecting girl says something like that! Not unless they were planning something...

Tristan went to his room and plopped on his couch. Boy, was he exhausted. He was about to reach for the side of the couch to check for his phone, but Stacey’s gift held his curiosity instead. It was such a tiny bag. What could possibly be inside it? Now’s as good a time as any to check, he pondered.

Tristan grabbed the bag and reached in. He revealed a small black box wrapped daintily with a bow. He opened the box, anticipation gripping his throat. Inside the black box was a...

Thong?

He held it up to his face, confusion muddling his brain. It was a blue thong, almost as tiny as his fucking hand, something he might expect one of his bitches to wear before he shags them. What kind of sick joke was this? Or maybe this was something Stacey previously had and was gave to him as a naughty gift? He took a quick sniff. Nope, brand new.

Tristan got up and threw the box against the wall. Tristan was baffled. And angry. But for some reason, he was also... intrigued. He looked at the flimsy thing in his hand. It would surely tear to shreds if he tried it on, but wouldn’t it be amusing if he did?

Well, no, said the rational part of his brain. The adventurous part, however, said Fuck it.

Tristan stripped in front of his full-length vanity. He couldn’t help but stare at himself. He stuck his tongue out and flexed. No wonder the ladies were all over him. 

Finally he slipped himself into blue thong, one leg at a time. He had to shove his nuts and flaccid dick along the curvature of the tiny piece of fabric, since they kept slipping out. He held the straps above his hip and let go. He checked himself out in front of the mirror. He looked good. His package kind of looked ridiculous, but he couldn’t help that he had such a huge schlong.

As he was checking himself out, he heard a knock on the door. “Tristan, are you there?” It was Jalen. “What’s taking so long man? Let’s play some COD.”

Tristan froze. I guess it wouldn’t be a big deal if Jalen saw him with just a thong on. I mean, they were wrestling buddies AND they’ve fucked girls together before; they’ve seen each other with much less. Besides, he trusted that his homies wouldn’t do any of that gay shit in his house.

“Uh, come in?” Tristan called.

Jalen peeked in the room. “Tristan, where the fuck-” Tristan and Jalen made eye contact. He watched Jalen’s eyes widened. 

“Stacey?!” Jalen yelled. “What’re you doing in Tristan’s room?!”

Stacey? Tristan looked absently around the room. Where the hell did Stacey even come from, Tristan thought.

“Bro, what’re you talking about? It’s me, Tristan.” The words came out of Tristan’s mouth but for some reason, it didn’t sound right. Not that the sound of his voice was different, but rather, the way he said it was...off.

“Nah, quit playin’ with me. You’re definitely Stacey...” In the corner of his eyes, he saw Jalen fondling with dick through his sheer basketball shorts. And Tristan couldn’t stop looking.

“What the fuck were you talking about, dumbass?” There it was again. He could’ve sworn he sounded different. Girlier, maybe. Bitchier... Sluttier? Tristan’s head was spinning. He glanced at the mirror and almost recoiled at the sight. 

It was Stacey’s reflection staring right back at him, boobs and everything, sharing the same horrified expression. Tristan looked at his own body, but nothing has changed. What the fuck was going on?

“Yo, Andre, come here!” Jalen yelled. “Looks like Tristan left us a little surprise, heh.” Jalen nearly pounced towards Tristan. “You ready to have some more fun, baby?”

Uh, what the fuck?! Tristan began to back away slowly but he felt his movements slowed. His resolve to get away was almost non-existent. It was like a part of Tristan wanted to remain passive. 

Jalen got behind Tristan, wrapping his arms around the the stud that he “thought” was Stacey. Tristan tried to wrestle out of his grasp, but found himself weak, surrendering to Jalen’s powerful, masculine arms. 

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of you...” Jalen began to manhandle the fuck out of his bro, squeezing his pecs and playing with his tender nipples with one hand, his other hand clasped firmly along Tristan’s hip. “You’ve got some bangin’ tits, baby.”

Tristan couldn’t stifle his moan. Lost in ecstasy, he felt himself slowly crumple unto Jalen’s rock hard body. His body felt like it had a mind of its own. His own pecs felt like they were inflating, growing and growing with each twist and pull of his nips.

“Fuck Jalen. Aah..ugh! Haah...” Tristan squeaked like a bitch in heat.

In the midst of his pleasure, the door swung open. “Jalen, I heard noises-” Andre stopped dead in his tracks, watching his stepbrother Jalen fondling Tristan’s muscled tits. “Jalen, bro, are you fucking Stacey?!” He gasped.

Jalen smirked. “Hell yeah, bro! Come get in on this. I’m about ready to see what her slutty little mouth can do.”

Andre’s surprised face turned into a grin. “Aw yeah, let’s give ol’ Stacey a fun time!” He laughed. Andre sauntered over and started kissing Tristan. 

Fuck, Andre’s lips taste so good!... Wait, why am i thinking that?! This dude is my -uh!

Tristan felt a wet finger slip into his pussy... er, ass. He groaned in pain and ecstasy.

“Fuck, she’s so tight bruh.” Jalen shoved his fingers deeper into Tristan’s hole, jamming it inside his manpussy rhythmically. Tristan stood on his toes as he gasped for release. He felt his ass growing with every pulse inside. Tristan caught a glimpse of himself in his vanity. 

He couldn’t believe what he saw. Who he was...or rather who he wasn’t. 

His reflection no longer showed Stacey, but some white, bimbofied man who’s been doing too much steroids.

Tristan couldn’t believe that the person in the mirror was him. He didn’t want to.

His thoughts were interrupted by Jalen’s finger-fucking madness.“Fuck yeah, let me fuck her pussy! I can’t wait any more!”

“Heh, you got it bro.” Andre lifted Tristan up like some plastic doll and threw him unto the bed. “You have no idea how long we’ve been wanting to get a taste of you, baby. We didn’t want to fuck you while you were dating Tristan. Y’know, bro code.” Andre straddled on top of Tristan, perching right on top of his inflated pecs, and whipped his cock out. 

Tristan’s eyes widened as he saw the mammoth of a schlong that was Andre’s meat. “Heh, they don’t call me donkey dick Andre for nuthin’! Open wide, bitch.”

Almost instinctively, Tristan opened his mouth, welcoming Andre’s fat cock into his throat.

“Good girl...” Andre moaned, stroking Tristan’s hair.

“Alright, time for me to give Stacey here the fuck of her life.” Jalen said. Tristan felt Jalen’s huge cock entering his walls. He wanted to scream inside. Whether because of agony or desire, who could say...

“Shit... Tristan never told us this Stacey felt this good.” Jalen moaned. His fat cock penetrated Tristan’s virgin ass like a wrecking ball penetrated concrete. Quick, forceful thrusts released Tristan’s inhibitions, his shouts and screams filling the room.

More. Fuck me. Please, harder!

“No kidding, bro. Look at this slut go! How do you like our dicks, baby? Bigger than Tristan’s, eh?” Andre jammed his cock against Tristan’s inner cheek and slapped him. “Looks like she’s agrees.”

“I’m about to cum, bro!” Jalen roared. “Let’s both nut inside her, dude. Leave Tristan a big surprise when he comes back!”

Andre laughed. “You got it bro.”

One. Two. Three!

Tristan felt both his holes fill with manly seed as both Jalen and Andre gave one last push into both his orifices. They roared as they nutted into Tristan, masculine and powerful moans rattling Tristan’s inner psyche. 

Tristan’s brain whirred inside, finally attaining clarity. He loved being fucked by men. He had no use for his dick anymore, only his pussy and his mouth. He loved being fucked by his teammates instead, loved feeling what a true man really felt like inside him.

“Come, bro. Let’s play some COD. We’re done with this bitch.” Jalen turned to leave.

“You got it bro.” Andre gave Tristan’s hair a ruffle and his cheek one gentle slap. “Say hi to Tristan for me, babe.” They slammed the door on their way out, leaving Tristan on his bed, stained with cum, holes open. 

A changed, slutty man.

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The Replacement

“Come on in.” Xavier called.

Frederic entered the dimly lit change room to find his boss, Xavier, sitting on a leather loveseat under a solitary lamp.

“You asked for me, Xavier?” Frederic said. He took a seat on a snug chair right across from his boss.

Frederic was one of the handful of exotic dancers at the gay club “Glitter Cheeks”. His lithe, twinky figure, lightly visible abs, fair skin, and lascivious attitude earned him a niche audience among the the club patrons. He was not necessarily the most popular dancer in the club (that honour goes to the muscle hunk dancers), but he was by far the most driven and the most confident. 

His dancing skills were subpar, but he knew how to charm a customer and get extra tips with the audience he managed to get. The other dancers know Frederic for constantly showing his bare cock to other dudes during his performances, and for stripping naked and showing his dainty, pink asshole to entice patrons to a private show. He was far more slutty than all of the other dancers combined; it was said that if you waved a twenty in his face, he’d sink to his knees immediately to service your cock, like he was a beggar and your dick was a loaf of bread.

It wasn’t because Frederic had no shame. It was because he was smart, and he knew that one of the fastest ways to climb a ladder was to fuck and suck your way through it.

Xavier adjusted the cuffs of his pinstripe suit. “Yes, I’m glad you could make it. Let’s get right down to business.”

Xavier cleared his throat. “You’ve probably already heard, but one of our dancers resigned last week."

Frederic tried to hide a smile. He had heard news earlier this week that one of their most requested and prestigious dancers, Thai Sun, had left Glitter Cheeks to join their rival club, The Purple Lions. Frankly, he wasn’t sad to see competition go.

Just like Frederic, Thai was a twink, except Thai had a bit more muscle and a more boyish, innocent charm to him. Frederic had noticed that Thai was stealing some of his clientele (albeit, unintentionally). With Thai Sun gone, Frederic had been mentally preparing himself for the news of getting a raise.

Frederic couldn't help but ask. "Does this mean I'm going to be promoted?"

Xavier flashed a grin. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Fred. But there might be an improvement to your situation in the near future."

Xavier got up from his seat and paced along the confines of the room. "As you know, we're looking for replacements for Thai. He had a very niche audience and brought us a lot of extra revenue. You know, him being Asian really gave our club-goers that... exotic experience that they desired. You just don't find guys like him on the streets. No offence, but dancers like him are much harder to replace than you."

Frederic was puzzled and also rather insulted. "Are you saying you don't need me?" He scoffed.

Xavier sauntered up to Frederic until he was only a few inches from the dancer's face. "Oh no, we do, but you're going to have to raise the bar for us."

"Raise the bar my ass," Frederic growled. " I can do better than this shithole."

Just as Frederic got up, Xavier's eyes began to glow purple as he waved his index finger.

"Sit down."

Frederic felt gravity pull his ass back down to the leather chair.

"Holy shit, what the-"

Xavier sighed and waved another finger. "Keep your mouth shut."

"When I get out of here I'm mph- Mmphh!!" Frederic struggled frantically against invisible chains, pulling away at nothing yet remaining ostensibly perched on the chair. He tried to scream, but he felt like his mouth had been glued shut. All that escaped from his mouth were desperate groans and muffled moans.

"God, is this what you sound with a dick in your mouth? I don't know how our patrons tolerate you."

In that instant, Xavier's hand glowed and a disembodied dick materialized inside Frederic's mouth.

"Eugh- mmfh!" Frederic choked.

"Oops. I never did learn how to control my powers." Xavier waved a finger and the floating cock disappeared.

Xavier traced a line along Frederic's soft jawline. "I always wondered how you'd look like if you knew your place. I guess we'll find out soon enough. Next time I wave my fingers, not only will you be completely sapped of your ability to fight back, you'll also become utterly and desperately subservient towards me. As in, you'll worship every inch of me. I'll be your god, essentially."

Frederic squirmed violently in his chair. He had no idea what Xavier was planning and he didn't want any part of it. God knows what this psycho intended on-

Snap

Frederic's eyes widened for a moment before subsiding into a droopy stare.

"Looks like it worked." Xavier chuckled. "All right, you can move and talk again."

Xavier snapped. Frederic jolted upwards. First he began to feel his loosened limbs, then in another instant, as if finally recalling a higher purpose, he fixed his eyes on Xavier's form. He suddenly had this weird urge to be submissive. This man he wanted to beat up just minutes ago... instead... instead, he wanted to...

Frederic grovelled to his knees and began kissing Xavier's boots.

"Oh Xavier, please let me worship you! Let me be your slave, please!"

Xavier couldn't contain his satisfaction. His cock began to firm up inside his pants. "Go ahead, Fred. Take my cock out and slobber on it like you do to all our patrons. You slut."

Frederic did as he was told. He'd take offence to Xavier's glibness but he wasn't quite in the right state of mind.

Frederic took the long, throbbing dick in his mouth and went wild. It was a sight to see, Xavier thought. This was not the first time Frederic had blown him, but the other times it was more of a career move and therefore not all that enjoyable on Frederic’s end.

This time, it was like some lustful spirit had possessed Frederic. He deepthroated Xavier's member until the cock began to push the lining of his throat to its fragile limits. Xavier pulled his dick out of Frederic, a now glorified sex toy of a man, leaving saliva and pre-cum clinging to his chin.

"I told you we needed a replacement for Thai." Xavier snapped. "I forgot to say that our replacement is you."

Xavier stepped back and snapped his fingers, letting a purple haze envelop Frederic.

Slowly, pain began to course through Frederic's body. He winced as a foreign energy crashed through his muscles and burned through his blood. First, through his neck, then his biceps, then his pecs, down to his calves and quads.

Then the growth began. His biceps swelled and firmed up. His chest, previously flat as a board, plumped up to a respectable size, big enough to grab and squeeze. Pain turned to pleasure. Moans escape Frederic’s lips as his muscles began to pump and thicken down to his abs and legs.

"We're just getting started." Xavier laughed.

Frederic couldn't speak. He could only watch as colour started to disperse from his hands. A golden tan began to spread along his arms, up his neck, then to his face, then to around his body. As the yellow-brownish hue spread across his face, his facial structure morphed: his ears tilted slightly outwards, his lips plumped, his nose softened, his eyes darkened.

Xavier looked Frederic, the new Frederic, up and down, and marvelled at his creation. The boy was now unrecognizable. The figure standing before him was no longer the boring, milquetoast, white twink that you could find at any Forever 21. Instead, a tanned Asian muscle twink kneeled before him, boyish and innocent, practically oozing sex appeal.

"Almost done." Xavier said. "We just need to work out the kinks in your personality and make you the perfect dancer for our establishment." He grinned.

Xavier's eyes began to glow an intense purple. "What's your name, boy?"

"You haven't given me a name yet, master." The nameless boy looked up at Xavier. Slutty, lips pouted. Utterly empty.

Xavier sneered. "Let me give you one right now then. Your name is Aran."

"My name is Aran." He repeated mindlessly.

"From now on, Aran, your English is very limited. In fact, you didn't go to school. You immigrated here from a city in Thailand at a very young age and had to prostitute yourself the minute you turned legal."

Aran's blank stare deepened. The neurons in his brain rewired to make new memories. Memories of his middle-class suburban upbringing vanished and was replaced by a more humble upbringing, tinged with the intricacies of Thai culture. He remembered celebrating Songkran every year in Thailand. He remembered being soaking wet from water fights, blowing all of the men after days of celebration.

Xavier watched as a dumb smile spread across Aran's face. "Well, are you ready to get back to work?"

Aran nodded like a puppy. "Yes boss!"

Xavier chuckled. "Good." He gripped his cock and shoved it forcefully down Aran's throat. 

Xavier rammed his massive fuckstick down Aran’s lubricated throated, feeling the back of Aran’s throat squeeze his dick with every thrust. 

Damn, Xavier thought. This bitch knew how to give a blowjob. Eye contact and everything.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” Xavier shook violently, his dick glowing an ethereal purple. “Uh oh-”

Thick waves of cum gushed out of Xavier’s cock, pulsing out of his rod in hypnotic intervals. Unbeknownst to the slutty Aran, his throat began to absorb the juices, circulating its molecules in and around his body. The boy whore was much too invested in Xavier to care, as he milked the orgasm out of Xavier’s cock with his tender hands and mouth.

Xavier put his hands above his head in panic, still convulsing from the overstimulation of his dick. “What the fuck was that?!”

Aran was knocked back by an unknown force. The change was almost immediate. His body began to age, but in a good way. 

Aran’s arms ballooned into massive spherical slabs of muscle. His pecs formed into fully developed muscletits, plump yet rock solid. His quads and calves erupted into bodybuilder-sized tree trunks. A thick spraying of hair grew above his upper lip. His boyish features, soft and pretty, became hardened and sculpted, like he was somebody’s hot daddy. In an instant, the boy whore that was Aran transformed into a man whore inside some muscle hunk’s body.

Xavier watched all of this unfold. A smile crept across his face, though he had to admit he wasn’t expecting that. “How are you feeling, Aran?”

Aran continued to smile like some helpless daddy, “Ready to serve, boss!”

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"Now tell me, with body looking like this and voice sounded like this, how many of your nitwit friends can tell that I'm not Emilio Gomez? I copy you to the detail, bro. I can even speak Spanish, just like you do when minutes ago my mother tongue is Vietnamese,"

Then, he steps closer and grabs the face of the real Emilio. The jock tried to fight but he just woke up after knocked with a baseball bat, not really at his best state. Not long after that, Emilio's whole body already resembled the Vietnamese nerd he stumbled upon in the bathroom

"Appreciate your cooperation, nerd," said the fake Emilio as he walks out from the bathroom with swagger like the real one would do, back to the friends and continuing the jocks life as if nothing happened

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Pool Daddy

You walk into the pool party wearing an ill-fitting polo and ripped jeans. You’re severely underdressed, but you don’t quite give a fuck. Your girlfriend brought you to this mess of a college party and decided to leave you alone by the punch table to mingle with her slutty friends just so they could talk about how hard they get fucked every night by their boyfriends. You deserve to be upset.

You are about to grab a plastic cup and fill it with grape punch when you overhear a bunch of guys around the corner.

“You know what this party really needs?” Asks the first guy. His voice was all gay and lispy.

“A pool boy?” Asks the other feminine guy.

“Bingo! Too bad this straight ass party only has hot chicks. When will us gay guys get our fun?”

Ugh. You find yourself disgusted hearing these two flaming homosexuals talk. This is why you hated gay guys. All they ever spoke about was looking at hot guys. You want to confront them so you can beat their ass, but you decide to listen in.

The first guy continued, “Well, I’ve had it. It’s time we make our OWN pool boy.” He winked and snapped his fingers. A red spark sprung out of his finger and fizzled into thin air.

The second gay gasped. “No! You’re not supposed to use your powers for stupid stuff like that. What if you expose us?”

What the fuck? You wonder if you’re high, or if what you’re seeing is actually real. You turn to run, but you trip on a vine and land straight on your face.

—

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

You’re sitting on the grass, but can’t move. You’re still inside the party perimeters but you’re alone, except for those two gay guys you overheard talking earlier.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Dio?” The other guy says worriedly.

“Shut up and watch,” Dio says, aggressively licking his lips. “You’ll like the view soon enough.”

He puts a gentle hand where your cock is resting under your jeans. You struggle to move, but can’t. It might be sedatives. Or magic. For some reason, thinking is hard.

Dio brushes a hand down your legs and all of a sudden your pants disappear, revealing your skinny legs. He then moves on to your torso and all of a sudden your shirt disappears, leaving you in your underwear.

“Yuck,” Dio winces. “You’re waaaay too skinny. We ought to put some meat in your bones.”

Dio snaps his fingers and all of a sudden, you feel your body heating and tightening. Your arms swell and your legs pump. Pecs appear where there previously wasn’t. You like it and hate it at the same time. You hate being transformed by another man, but you’re starting to like the idea of becoming bigger. Maybe your girlfriend will finally realize what a catch you are.

Dio places his hands on your pecs, rubbing and caressing the plump muscles. “Don’t you think he’s hot now, Lex? Come on, have a feel.”

Lex puts his hands on your thick thighs, and you feel a tingle of pleasure jolt from your quads to your dick. Fuck, why are you getting hard?

“What else do you want our little pool boy here to have?”

Lex bites his lip. “Uh… He should be black. He should be a black daddy with a big cock!”

“You’re wish is my command.” Dio snaps his fingers and all of a sudden, your skin starts to darken.

What the fuck.

As your skin gets darker and darker, your cock becomes bigger and bigger, your previous 5 inch growing thicker and longer until it is 10 inches soft. Your cock is now threatening to burst out of a skimpy blue thong that barely wraps your massive dick.

You panic inside as you see the changes starting to finalize. Your skin has finished turning chocolate brown. You feel wrinkles form on the surface of your face. Finally, you feel your cock begins to harden and squirm in your thong. For some reason you’re horny as fuck, and you need to get off.

“One more thing.” Dio says. “We need to make him act like a total daddy slut for us.”

Dio brings his head towards you and plants his lips on yours. He starts kissing, and for some reason you feel yourself returning the kiss. What the fuck is happening to me, you think.

He pushes his tongue inside yours and all of a sudden a barrage of thoughts start springing into your head.

I’m a horny pool boy. I love showing my cock to other men.

“I’m… a… horny…pool boy.”

Dio slaps your fat cock while he caresses your abs with his other hand. “Good pool daddy. Shake your ass for us.”

Against your will, you feel your body stand up. You begin to shake your bubble butt, and twerk while the two boys slap your ass.

“I love what you’ve done to him”, you hear Lex say.

Dio laughs. “I know.”

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Break the Hero

Where was I?

Last I remember, the Hero League had sent me on a mission with Phoenix Boy to stop the Enslaver by staging an attack right in his lair. The Enslaver has been a nuisance to the League for years, notorious for converting once loyal and benevolent heroes into his dumb, obedient slaves.

I wasn’t scared one bit, though, since I—SuperLad— was THE quintessential Hero League crime stopper. There hasn’t been a single super villain that hasn’t cowered from my superhero powers before. The Enslaver wasn’t going to be an exception. Also, Phoenix Boy was the perfect ally. He was loyal and would never leave another hero’s side. I wasn’t worried at all.

I looked around. I was on the floor, unrestrained, yet I couldn’t moved. In front of me was this massive blank screen. I don’t know what the heck this was about, but I suppose this was another trap. I strained to free myself from these invisible restraints, but they wouldn’t budge.

All of a sudden, I see a familiar face. It was Phoenix Boy! I’m so happy!

“Phoenix Boy, I’m so glad you’re here! Help me out of these restraints. I think the Enslaver is planning to turn us both into his slaves!”

Phoenix Boy walked towards like a mindless zombie, paying no attention to my words. Something was seriously wrong.

“Phoenix Boy, what’s wrong?” Did the Enslaver get to him already?

Phoenix Boy stood in front of me. He had a dumb, loopy grin spread across his face. His eyes were pitch black, a stark contrast from their usual coral blue. It was just as I thought. The Enslaver had already turned Phoenix Boy into his mindless slave!

“All Hail the Enslaver.” He said mindlessly. “Submit to the glorious Enslaver’s cock.”

“Phoenix Boy, what’s gotten into you? Snap out of it!” I begged.

“I’m no longer a hero,” Phoenix Boy said. “And I’m no longer Phoenix Boy. I’m only DumbCockBoi #37 now, and I live to serve master the Enslaver.”

Phoenix Boy kneeled in front of my body. “You too will turn into a DumbCockBoi soon.” He began to fondle my cock under the tight fabric of my uniform. “Master promised me I’ll get to play with another boy today. Master Enslaver is so good to me! Just the thought of his cock gets my dick hard and my hole wet!

“Stop,” I cried. “Phoenix Boy, this isn’t you!”

Suddenly, the previously black screen came to life. A muscular man in tight blue spandex, a black and gold vest, and a helmet appeared on the screen. Fuck, it was the Enslaver!

“Settle down, DumbCockBoi #37. You’ll get to play with him soon enough. Please move to the side so SuperLad here can begin his sluttification.”

“Yes sir!” Phoenix Boy moved to the side, leaving me with a complete view of that evil villain, the Enslaver.

“You’ll never get away with this, villain!” I yelled. “The others at the Hero League will put a stop to you!”

He laughed. “And I will turn all of them into my henchmen, just like I will with you!”

I swore under my breath. I couldn’t believe I was careless enough to let the Enslaver trap me. I looked to my left. Phoenix Boy had his big cock on his hand, tongue out, drooling. Seeing Phoenix Boy reduced to a horny slave boy was kinda hot— I mean shameful! Seeing him jack off at the mere sight of the Enslaver, seeing his big fat throbbing cock, oozing precum, his pecs jiggling as he jerked his dick…

I shook my head. No, what was I thinking? I’m not going to let the Enslaver get to me!

“Do you know how I turn your League into my slaves so effortlessly?” The Enslaver asked. His voice was deep, like a lion’s roar. Mhmm, I never realized what a sexy voice the Enslaver had... Fuck, I have to focus! I only like women, I only like women, I only like wome—

“I turn you heroes into my dumb cock boys by playing with your sexuality. See there’s nothing more intense of a feeling than lust. When one is horny, they’ll do WHATEVER they can to relieve themselves.” The Enslaver flexed his meaty bicep, stretching the fabric of his tight spandex suit. “That’s my power. I can make any guy UNBELIEVABLY horny. So horny they’ll do whatever I say if I promise them release. Isn’t that right, DumbCockBoi #37?”

DumbCockBoi—I mean, Phoenix Boy nodded like a puppy in heat.

“See what I mean. All it would take for me is to flex my muscles like this.” The Enslaver posed like a bodybuilder, showing the glory of his muscles. His pecs formed two balloons that protruded from his suit, even under his vest. His quads were like pillars, waiting to be worshipped, waiting to be licked…

The Enslaver was right—er, he’s wrong! I’m SuperLad. No mere flexing is going to turn me on.

“You think I’m wrong?” The Enslaver asked. Fuck, he can ready my mind too?! “Well, how about I just show you this.” The Enslaver unzipped his crotch area to reveal a GIGANTIC piece of meat, probably about 12 inches of pure, manly cock. Fuck, seeing his cock made my mouth water. It made me want to worship him… to obey him…

“What were you saying just now, SuperLad?” The Enslaver grinned. Gosh, he was, like, so sexy! I wanted his fat dick up my ass sooooo bad!

Wait, what? No, not me! I have to resist! To obey—I mean—

“Don’t resist, boy. If you let me take over your mind, I promise you eternal PLEASURE.”

Uhhh, it was getting so hard to resist. My cock was at full mast, leaking so much precum, plastering my cock under my tight latex suit.

“All you have to do is take that cock out and jerk it for me and you will have RELEASE. Isn’t that what you want, SuperCockBoi.”

Instinctively, I started rubbing my cock under my suit. I HAD to become SuperCockBoi! I had to, if I wanted to taste master Enslaver’s cock!

“Good boy, you’re one step closer from being SuperCockBoi.” Master Enslaver took his fat cock and started jerking it. “DumbCockBoi #37, commence with the final step of his sluttification.

DumbCockBoi #37 got up. “As you wish, master!” He had red and yellow slime in his hands. DumbCockBoi #37 began walking towards me again.

“Once we imbue your suit with this red and yellow essence, you will be my slave forever. Understand?” The Enslaver asked.

I was so excited to become his slave! “YES! Yes master! Make me your dumb cock slut!”

“Haha, as you wish.”

DumbCockBoi#37 took the slime in his hands and slathered my suit with it. The slime began to move on its own, spreading all across my body, fusing with the logo on my suit. The colour of spandex suit changed from blue to red and the “S” logo on my chest began to turn from white to yellow. Fuck, I looked so sexy. My suit made my body look so good now, and that's all I need to please my master!

“From now on, you will call yourself SuperCockBoi.”

SuperCockBoi! I love that name soooo much! It fits my personality because I love cock.

“You are no longer a bringer of justice. From now on, you work for the side of evil. Understood?”

I love evil. Evil is so sexy! Not like those uptight losers at the Hero League. Besides, if I do evil things, master Enslaver will like me better and let me suck his cock.

“Good boi. See, you’re just like all the other heroes. When it comes down to it, all you want is cock.”

Master was right. I was nothing but a dumb cockslut.

“DumbCockBoi #37, be an obedient little slave and give SuperCockBoi here some RELEASE.”

“As you wish, master.” DumbCockBoi #37 took his massive cock out and put it in my mouth. It was sooooo good. It tasted like sweet candy! I just couldn’t get enough of it in my mouth. I started really going crazy at it because I was curious about what his cum tasted like.

“Oh fuck, I’m about to cum master. Can I please cum? Please?” DumbCockBoi #37 was about to bust. I hope Master lets him release his cum into my mouth!

Master grinned. “Go ahead boy. Feed SuperCockBoi your delicious seed.”

Finally, DumbCockBoi #37 came into my mouth. It tasted even better than I hoped! His juice was so thick, it almost made my slut mouth choke! I knew I had to swallow it all because I wanted to make master happy.

“Make sure you get all that cum, SuperCockBoi. You don’t wanna disappoint your fellow cock slave.”

I cleaned DumbCockBoi #37’s dick up like it was a drippy popsicle. I had to obey Master. I stuck my tongue out after to show master what a good boy I was. I’m excited to live my new life as master’s new slave!

[turningalpha]

Any other Muscle growth blogs you can recommend me to? Your stories are awesome by the way, upload more often ;)

I’ve been meaning to post of all the muscle growth Tumblrs that I’ve spotted. Lots of them have been sprouting up like crazy in the last few months. Some may not be active any more. I’m just dumping a lot of links in my follow list.

Also not all of them focus solely on muscle growth. There are lots of blogs out there that focus on body swap, body possession or a large range of male transformations.

Anyway, here I go (and not in any particular order):

@magusfan - Just started on Tumblr, but already an accomplished AP/MG writer. Check out his work at CYOC too: http://www.cyoc.net/interactives/user_1441.html

@amalianetwork and his @musclewriters blog too. He runs the weekly caption competitions that I sometimes enter. Also writes lots of hot captions himself.

@hughmichelsen Amazing writer. Terrific with the “reality change” genre. Also has a lot of muscle growth reality change ebooks to his name. Check him out in Amazon and other ebook retailers.

@absqrst Just one of the best MG caption writers out there. Unbelievably hot captions.

@lixpex Another of Tumblr’s must-go-to blogs. Ridiculously prolific poster. I have no idea how he keeps up the schedule.

@jhfic2 Hasn’t written any captions in a while but is a great MG caption writer. Also has a hot muscle photo blog at @jhfic1

@cfmusclelabs Another of the muscle growth caption greats.

@vorecaptions A very specific sub-genre here. Muscle and masculinity theft captions that feature men absorbing victims through massive cocks..

@thegreatstoryteller Loves to gather captions from all over Tumblr.

@bodyswappalace Body Swap Captions. (A genre that I’m really neglected in my own blog).

@stories1115 Just started up. Looks interesting.

@cannibal-chow Male transformation captions. Still quite new, but very good so far.

@theradicalscrivener Hot male transformation stories.

@bigdimbros Jock captions

@meatmasher Posts a lot of hot muscle pics and a few erotic captions

@smitch1981 and @2xskin - Tumblr reposts of the Male Transformation Blog

@coyote-r A really hot muscle growth caption writer who is just starting out.

@hearmenowu2 Muscle growth art

@faggot4muscle Another new muscle growth caption writer. Also really hot.

@jaxman52077 Captions mainly focused on dominant alpha males. Occasionally, he’ll post a muscle growth caption. Very hot.

@control567 M/M bodyswap stories

@tf-servant Male transformation captions

@muscletale Mainly posts really hot muscle pics, but writes the occasional MG caption and story. Amazing writer.

@m2mpst Male Possession and Swap captions.

@malemodification Again, mainly possession and swap captions

@roidedbro Ridiculously hot captions describing using steroids to get massive. Seriously hot writing.

@itsflyinglikeadragon Lots of captions about several sexual kinks. Including some muscle growth. Lots of transformation captions.

@musclelover4826 Likes to repost muscle captions from all over Tumblr.

@captaingrowth Another collection of Tumblr muscle growth captions.

@broodingmuscle Do you like quick captions of younger brothers completely dominating their “big” brothers? Then you’ll love this blog.

@bigbadblackooze Got a Venom symbiote fetish? Then go here.

@the-golden-opportunity Erick S’s hot body swap/body possession caps.

@fantasyvessels Mainly body swaps and possessions.

@malebodyswitch Like the title says, mainly body swaps.

@tzeiner7 Seems to be abandoned. Posted three hot muscle growth captions before he stopped.

@theoldfamiliar Body Swap captions (again!) :)

@bodyswapper Guess what this blog is all about?!

@bodriversblog A variety of transformation stories, including Muscle Growth.

@harvzilla and his other blog @orangehares Various male transformation stories and a lot of reblogs from other transformation blogs.

@playernumber37 A great collection of jock transformation captions.

@bodybuildersbeforeandafter Not a muscle growth caption blog, but what fan of muscle growth does not wank off to before/after pictures of bodybuilders?

@malebodyswaps Another collection of body swap captions.

@thebodyswapclique More body-swapping shenanigans!

@malechanges Sadly, hasn’t been updated in a long time.

@musclecomics Had a promising start but was quickly abandoned.

[absqrst]

Praise from Caesar….

….and great list, didn’t know some of these existed

[dumb-slut-transformation]

Picturesque

Kyle stood in front of his mirror to take his daily thirst selfies. He ran a blog on Instagram filled with shirtless selfies, garnering over 100 thousand followers. His slim little twink body was popular with both the ladies and the men. As straight as he was, he didn’t mind being ogled by a few men every now and then. Whatever helped him get that modelling contract sooner.

Kyle wanted to try a new app he had installed, a photography software called “Picturesque”. The app description said “it would open up a new realm of possibilities, allowing you to look your best and be your best.” Huh, Kyle thought. A little too ambitious of a description for a free app, but, eh, as long as it made him look good.

Kyle stood in front of the mirror, in his usual attire of shirtlessness and white briefs, and booted up the app.

“Which filter should I try first?” Kyle flipped through the catalogue. “Huh, the ‘Musculator’ filter?” 

Kyle pressed the button and heard a loud flash followed by a deep computer voice. “You are now 200 pounds of muscle.”

“What?” Before Kyle could react, his body erupted with firm, rock hard muscle. His biceps were now the size of bowling balls, his thighs thick as tree trunks, a pair of juicy muscle tits looming over his delicious abs.

Holy shit. Kyle couldn’t believe his eyes. He licked his lips hungrily. If this dumb app could magically bestow him with a muscular body, then who knew what else it could do?

Quickly, Kyle scrolled through the other options. He stopped at “Mammoth Cock” and eagerly took a pic.

“You now have an 8 inch cock.” 

Immediately, his member grew and started to snake down his pants. His cock, previously a mere 5 inches, was now throbbing in his briefs, standing at a full 8 inch, leaking drops of sweet pre-cum.

Kyle kept going. He pressed the “Horny Gym Boy” button and took a pic. “You are now a gym rat obsessed with fucking and lifting weights.”

Kyle looked at his reflection and was disappointed that nothing changed. Wait a minute, why was he so horny all of a sudden? Subconsciously, Kyle’s left hand brushed against his fat cock, and a rush of horniness and ecstasy swarmed his entire body.

Fuuuuuck. Kyle was oozing so much pre-cum he could lube up a twink’s ass and fuck it without spitting on his dick.

Wait a minute. Kyle was straight. Why was he thinking of fucking another guy? Kyle was finding it harder and harder to think, harder and harder to hold his phone up…

His hand wandered to the “Dumb and Slutty” filter.

“Your brain is now completely empty, except for things like going to the gym and being a slutty bodybuilder.”

Wait, what was Kyle doing again? He knew that he was taking pictures, but for what? He searched every possible corner of his brain, and… nothing. Did he go to school? Nah, Kyle flunked high school; there was no way he had enough brainpower to do any SAT question, never mind college.

Kyle moaned in pleasure. His dick was about to burst.

Kyle mindlessly swiped to another filter. “Asian Daddy Whore”.

“You are now a dirty Chinese escort. You can’t speak English fluently anymore, but you sure can please a whole lot of men with your thick Asian dick.”

Kyle’s reflection shifted before him. His face began to morph into that of a top-dollar Chinese bodybuilder prostitute, handsome and rugged with just a hint of slutty. His skin tanned into a golden yellow, and the hair on his head began to thin and recede until he looked like he was in his early 40’s. Kyle could never grow facial hair from before, but here he was with a thin layer of hair above his lip and on his chin.

A set of glasses sprouted on his head. Did he always wear glasses? Aw, who cares. Kyle didn’t give a fuck. Was it Kyle? No, of course not. His name was Kang. Duh. Kang could be so clueless sometimes. Of course, the stereotype was that Asians were supposed to be smart, but who needs numbers and shit when you got a killer bod and a gorilla dick?

Kang continued to rub his throbbing cock until he was on the cusp of orgasm. He knew that his clients liked it when he took racy pictures of his sexy muscleslut body with nothing but sweats on. That’s right. He was an escort after all. Everything he did was for his clients.

Just the thought of serving his clients made Kang’s cock erupt. He took a picture as he came, wads of cum leaking down his sweats.

Fuck. He loved being a horny gymslut. He especially loved how the “Musculator” filter made his pecs really pop. Maybe he might keep the app for a while, Kang thought.

Of course, he would have to relearn how to use his phone.

[dumb-slut-transformation]

Audition

“NEXT!”

Casey walked into the empty auditorium shirtless, as he was instructed by the scouts. He was auditioning for a role in what was going to be a new Netflix exclusive, but his agents really didn’t give him any more information than that.

The only information he got was the role description. The part was he was auditioning for didn’t have a name yet, but the working title was “Dumb Jock 3”. It lead Casey to believe there were at least two other dumb jocks on the show? And that this show was probably set in a high school or college setting?

Whatever. He thought it was a stupid part, but anything to get his career going. Casey swaggered into centre stage like he’d seen those douchebag athletes do back in junior high. He didn’t have actually be a jock; he just had to learn how to fake it.

Scout #1: Welcome! We’re going to get started right away.

Scout #2 pressed a glowing red button on the casting table. The lights on the auditorium dimmed, and the yellow light was replaced by a purple mist that engulfed the staged.

Casey winced.“What the-”

Scout #2: Please focus. Tell us your name.

“Uh, Casey Donalds.”

Scout #1: Hmm… That not quite going to work. You need a dumber name. Something that really let’s the audience know that there’s nothing going on in that pretty little head of yours.

Casey furrowed his brows. He had no idea that arguing about one’s name was part of the audition protocol.

Scout #2: I think he looks more like a Bryce, don’t you think. Really makes you think of those muscled frat boys, right?

Bryce felt a jolt in his brain. How long were they going to keep discussing his name? He didn’t know the name Bryce was anything worth discussing.

Scout #2: “And your age?”

“I’m 20 years old,” Bryce said.

Scout #2: “20? Didn’t we say we needed 28 or up for this part?”

As if on cue, the mist began to dance, concentrating upon the centre of the stage. Bryce’s face began to get older, his baby face gone, his hair a little shorter. He didn’t look a like a fresh-out-of-college heartthrob anymore; he looked like… a man.

Scout #1: That’s better.

Bryce rubbed the lower crevasses of his face and felt the sharp of his jaw and the rasp of a stubble.

“What the fuck just happened?!!” Bryce snapped. He tried to move, but found that his legs just wouldn’t budge. He started to scream.

Scout #2: Ugh, he talks too much.”

Scout #1: Agreed. To be honest, none of the dumb jocks in this show should really have that much dialogue.

Almost instantly, Bryce’s voice was mute. He tried to speak, but only muffled groans came out of his mouth.

Scout #2: Doesn’t he look cuter when he can’t talk?

Scout #1: Like a perfect jockboi. Exactly what we need for the role.

Jockboi? Why are these talent scouts saying these weird words? Bryce wanted to ask questions. Actually he wanted to leave, but found himself not being able to do either.

Scout #2: What else do we need for our dumb jock?

Scout #1: I think it’d be really funny if we gave him a big dick. Get it? I mean they fuck a lot, right? So it’s only natural that Bryce here would have a really big schlong.

Bryce felt a tightening in his basketball shorts. He looked down to see a massive bulge tenting in his pants, growing longer and thicker. Bryce was freaking the fuck out.

Scout #2: Yes! And we can make it a running joke where he’ll like, fuck everything that has a hole. You know, ‘cause he’s so horny all the time.

Bryce felt a warm sensation on his cock, radiating up his body and back down. Fuck, he was so horny. So very, very horny. He imagined himself in his kitchen with Stacy, her girlfriend, fucking her against a table, wrecking the absolute shit out of her wet pussy. Subconsciously, Bryce began jacking off furiously on the stage.

Scout #1: Oh, I see. We should make it so that he fucks guys too! Girls would be a little cliché. We can do boys, fleshlights, a banana— hell, even a toilet paper roll. Anything with a hole, right?

The fantasy inside Bryce’s head slowly vanished into nothingness. Now he saw himself ramming his big cock into a tight hole. Where was Stacy? Fuck it, he didn’t give a shit. He was having so much fun fucking this mysteriously tight hole, he couldn’t care who or what it was.

Scout #2: You know, I like where this is going, but i think his costume is a little weak?

Scout #1: Yeah. Maybe we should give him football gear?

Scout #2: No, that’s been done before. Baseball is in, though. We could try that. People like baseball, right?

Bryce’s basketball shorts and boxer briefs disappeared. A white jock appeared, its straps wrapping itself around Bryce’s thick ass, his package stretching the fabric of the pouch. A pair of baseball pants followed suit, hugging his juicy thighs. Then, a pair of red socks and red running shoes completed the look.

Scout #1: What about his torso?

Scout #2: Well, I mean, he is the fanservice. We can’t cover those meaty tits.

Scout #1: You’re right. Can we at least give him something though? He looks a little cold.

A black arm sleeve snaked along his right arm. Then a pair of sunglasses and a hat appeared on his head because, well, why not?

Scout #2: Looks sexy. This character’s gonna be a star, I can tell.

Scout #1: He doesn’t look all that bright, though. Maybe we should start feeding him some lines?

Scout #2: True. We don’t want him to just stand there like a dumb airhead, even though that’s what he is.

The scouts laughed.

Bryce was still dazed from all this appearing and disappearing crap. Last thing he remembered he was fucking somebody’s wet hole. God, he wished he was fucking someone right now.

Scout #2: Alright Bryce, repeat after me. “My name is Bryce, and I’m a dumb jock.”

Bryce found himself able to open his mouth again. “Uh, my name is Bryce, and I’m a jumb dock, uhh i mean, dumb jock.” His voice sounded so sexy now, so deep and so rich, like honey.

Scout #1: Good boy. What’s 5 to the power of 2?

Was that a math question? Bryce has never done a single math equation in his life. He’d counted how many guys he throatfucked one weekend, but he stopped counting after a while. He lost track after 3.

He heard the word “power”. Power? Bryce grinned and flexed his biceps. He loved showing off his body.

Scout #2: Well, I think he’s ready for the big screen!