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Life was dull, there was no other verb to describe what it had become. No matter how I tried to look at it, my life was dull, predictable and there seemed to be no way out of it long term wise. I had taken a boring office job right out of uni, married my first girlfriend who… Who i still loved, or maybe I got comfortable with, maybe it was convenient I don’t know. My life had become a predictable, dull mess that i felt trapped in. just like my average build felt trapped in the business casual clothes I forced myself to wear to go work for other people.
My name was Xavier Talis, a mediocre straight white man working at Brookes Financial. A firm that made people who were already rich, richer. With more then a few predatory practices on some of societies most vulnerable, it was truly heinous and boring. Which if you couldn’t tell was the worst combo for me. I had gone in today angry, for the first time in a long time, in my twelve year relation, me and sally had gotten into a fight. A fight that made me feel something new, made my brain go off, respond, to the new stimuli. I had gotten so devoid of new that I fueled the flames making her angrier.
This wasn’t healthy at all, I mean a couple shouldn’t be two people getting off on getting a rise out of the other. That couldn’t become my life, what i do just to feel something different and new. Also who cares if it was valentines day soon or that she made plans, work needed me and it wasn’t like that was a guaranteed day off. She should just be happy that I remember anything important whatsoever.
I had stewed in my feelings enough that when my boss Henrickson came by my cubicle and knocked it felt genuinely like someone was waking me up from a terrible fever dream. For a man in his late forties he kept fit, always in fitted suits and had the type of beard you knew he trimmed regularly. He was everything I hoped to have in less than twenty years, if only I could get my shit together. The man made the middle age hot and that was me, a straight man say it. I bet he got all the pussy he wanted, meanwhile I was stuck… no get your head out of that, Sally was great. Our sex life was fine, it's just a chore now I guess.
He was absolutely single from my understanding, never bringing a wife or girlfriend to any company party. Word around the office is that he was an absolute monster in bed, at least that what Nathan had told me when we went into the breakroom for coffee. The amount of talk in this office about sex was crazy, all the conquests these guys had made me feel lackluster and from what the women in the office told me about their own lives just made it worse. I always felt like I was left out of it or didn’t fit in.
“Hey Talis, sorry to interrupt, do you think you could get me those projections you and Nathan did for the upcoming quarter, on my desk, soon?” He was always polite, but his voice today sounded strained. Like maybe he was sick or he had done something to his throat on accident. Poor guy was always pushing himself, he was a great boss. Always looking out for us and the rest of his employees.
“Sure. Mr. Henrickson, i can have them on your desk ASAP! Is there a specific reason you need em.” Again, always best to ask follow up questions so I know what I’m walking into here. If he needed more it would save me time to just learn now.
“Oh come on Talis, call me Callum, not need to be so formal.It's a business meetings with the partners, they’ve been uh, down my throat a lot lately!” he kind of smirks at that, laughing to himself, the man was always interesting to say the least. I had no clue what he was on about half the time.
“I’ll get it on your desk with the previous quarter for comparison mr… Callum.!” I say giving him a thumbs up after catching myself. He always was weird about formality too, who knows what went on in his head.
“You're the best Talis!” He gives me this wink i’m not expecting as he saunters out the door, his muscular globe of an ass bouncing with each step. His dress pants are straining as he walks away and his muscles tense and flex almost like he was putting on some sort of show, my god I wish I could be like him. The thought echoing in my head as I get to work. Eating away at my brain, dripping down onto the rock of my psyche eroding into it as I finally let all my feelings bubble up and I said outloud to only myself, my truest, deepest desires.
“Actually I wish for a lot of things, I wish I could be like Mr. Henrickson, large and in charge. I wish that I was just as desired as him and Nathan were. That my life was more spontaneous and fun and I didn’t have to worry and think anymore!” The words rushed out faster then i could think, all the anger, resentment for my own life and shortcomings became a dam that had to burst.
And all that passion, that rage that DESIRE flourished in the air. The cubicle walls began to shake and the fluorescent lights began to flicker, the office with terrible ventilation had a sudden gust of wind and I watched my desk materials, pens, papers that awful picture of me and Sally begin to spill and slip to the floor before they began to crack. The world around me couldn’t handle it, I felt my chair crumble beneath me as I fell, and the cracked floor gave way to an abyss. The lights dimmed permanently and the world gone, I was utterly alone falling in the dark, silent void.
I want to scream, cry for help but nothing leaves my throat, its hard to breath. I can barely catch my surroundings. What the fuck was going on, was this another nightmare, was this hell? Whatever it was, it refused to let me go. There was no up, there was no ground, only falling.Maybe I had passed out after Hendrickson, so tired from all the late nights, god I had to get my shit together, but I’d think on that later. What mattered more was I felt so alone.
Only my own words echoed in my head keeping me company. The voice I had grown so accustomed to helping me through situations, contemplating my problems and even talking to myself about bullshit began to taunt me. It started to twist and distort, sounding like some autotuned nightmare as it repeated the wishes back to me. It sounded pathetic, sad and so unlike me, had I really resented the life I made that much? Was I truly that angry at my own circumstances?
“Yes, and yes!” The autotuned voice responds, this time through the void, not my head. The void began to coalesce around me, getting brighter as this otherworldly being spoke.
“Hello, hello, Help, help please, please help I'm scared!” I begged, my god I begged like some snivelling brat and I couldn’t stop. I think I was even crying which I hadn’t done in so long. Man I was a repressed piece of shit.
The void becomes a room with white walls with this deep rich waines cotting, red shag carpet, sconces in the shape of hearts set between columns. A giant four poster bed was at the center of the room, it was covered in fancy blankets and comfy pillows where a figure who’d probably be a daunting seven feet standing, laid in a “paint me like one of your french girls pose.” His muscles which rippled only hidden behind a simple white, gold and purple toga. His skin stark white, his face chiseled like marble and his hair was long and golden. He was a literal adonis and it made me question my sexuality just looking at him
“No need for the waterworks or fears, you've cum to the right place for help, now let's wipe away those tears!” he sits up, stretching those broad shoulders and bulging biceps as he does, he tilts his head and looks at me, like he’s peering into my soul.
“Well i am silly, do you always just sit there and think or do you talk too?” This embodiment of pure masculinity just giggled at me. Fuck he was reading my mind, before I could ask him what number I was thinking of he said it.
“Your thinking of three, no six, no sixty-nine now damn dude listen stop, and lets do our introductions and I can tell you why you appeared here in my domain!” Wow okay real mind reader entity in a strange fancy bedroom with no doors or windows, calm yourself down Xavier. It was weird he wanted introductions but who cares, just get through this moment.
“H..Hu…hello! I am uh Xavier its nice to meet you si… sir?” I outstretched my hand, I didn't know how to greet someone like this. Were they a person, god, entity, strange being between the floorboards of the office. That thought got a chuckle from him as he smiled a perfect set of teeth at me. His eyes glowed…. Every color of the rainbow, shifting and changing constantly as he observed me, stepped up from the bed to stand above and over my five eleven frame.
“Hello Xavier, the pleasure is all mine, Eros god of pleasure, love desire, at your service!” He grabs my hand gently and brings it to his lips. Just his hand is like a WARM PULSE of energy through me, the contact from his lips is enough to send me into overdrive, my mind starts blanking on anything and everything EXCEPT him.
“Ahh there it is, the serenity, the calm, that comes when cupids’ bow meets it’s mark!” he touches the lines of his lip, his literal cupids bow, as he says this. I nod my head like I understand him but that part of my brain is just gone. Eros starts to circle me, walking around like a shark swims, purposefully observing me along the way like he’s staking out his prey
“You see Xavier, the people who find their way to me are not happy people, or people who have what they desire or the tools to get it. I’m just as much the god of desperation as I am lust and you were quite desperate, weren’t you?” he phrases it like a question, but he knows its true, that everything he’s saying is true, that I was desperate, but he’s not asking because he wants to know the answer, he’s asking because he wants to hear me say it. And I want to do what he wants.
“I…I’m desperate, I hate my life, I hate my relationship, the sex, all of it feels like a dead end and that I can't escape it!” The words rush out of me and I know I mean every single one and that each part was something I was denying.
“See that wasn't so hard I'm proud of you! Now Xavier when you are talking about being desperate, hating your life, sex, what is it you want to change, what is it you desire?” He pauses behind me, his hands slowly, gently roaming up and down my body as he whispers into my ear those steady pulses of pleasure powering through me. It wasn't like I could stop him, I didn't want to, it was so easy to give up control to him.
“I just hate it all, I've been with a woman I'm no longer attracted to for years out of habit, I work a job no one takes seriously and I'm jealous of my boss, Nathan too. I want what they have, to be desired, to be wanted, to not be the one doing all the thinking and to have easy access to sex.” God my mouth just kept moving. It was invigorating, I felt my words latch onto my skin.
“So, you want to BE LIKE Nathan and your boss, have a much more adventurous life and be taken seriously? Better sex, no more woman nagging you or habitual responsibilities?” His words were tinged with mischief, I should have known then something bad was on the horizon but why would I. Everything was perfect in Eros’ arms. There was nothing in that moment though, that could have convinced me otherwise.
“Yes please, I want to command a room like my boss, to have as many wild and crazy nights and adventures, I…I… Sally…no… Yeah no, not satisfied, I want better sex, no…no woman…” Before I can finish the sentence I feel his hands gently rub around my neck, cutting me off from speech as more pleasure PULSED through me. My words carried weight, weight that dragged that pulse down to my core, gripping me and refusing to let go. I felt my sense of self twist and shake as it was bound by my words and Eros’ Desire. I wanted what he wanted.
“That's it, that's what you desire, that's what you came here for, and I can give it all to you. You want that right? Me to give you what you want?” He asks me, moving in front of me, his pecs directly in my face, my mouth just barely grazing his skin. God it would be so easy to motor boat those titties… Eros is man- GOD- stop thinking that way. Even if his skin does look supple and his fingers and hands feel like pure bliss across my skin, i can see him tilt his head, his succulent lips taking on a giant smile. I wanted what he wanted and I’d do anything for it so i nodded my head and let drool spill from my mouth at the thought of giving it to him, giving him whatever he wanted.
“Good Boy, now, I’m going to give you the body, the power to do EVERYTHING YOU WANT. you’ll be an absolute sex machine that no BITCH* can say no to! Beg me to please beg!” His words echoed around us, the furniture, the lights, the walls all of it began to melt into this pink miasma fog. That PULSING energy that had been thrumming through me before was everywhere now. It was the very air I breathed and I could only do one thing.
“Please, please, give it to me, please I want what you want god Eros. please please make me a sex machine. Change me in your image, I just want to please!” The words echoing as my begging increased, they became short of breath rambles. My hands were on his chestnow, not just holding myself up, feeling this mounds of muscle, perfect inb my hands, so perfect, so blissful I couldn't hold back a moan, my head tilting back as Eros FInally responded.
“Deal!” His singular word cut through the pleasure as it all wrapped around me. My clothes melting off me in seconds leaving me stark naked for him to do what he pleased with. He could do anything and I would love it. My body became submerged in the pink miasma, the only other thing I could feel were the masculine hands of MY GOD molding me in his image. They started on my shoulders, they became broader, stronger and as he traveled down my arms I felt them widen and bulge. My biceps becoming perfect bulging boulders and my triceps perfectly carved. My hands were next as they became thick, calloused and masculine. His hands brush back up along the insides of my arms and it feels electric, more sensitive.
The way he digs into my pits feels like pure fire, hair growing rapidly, musk and sweat building and permeating the air around me. The moment both of his pals touch my flat chest I feel them begin to expand, to become these pillowey pecs that beg for attention, my nipple enlarging becoming more sensitive. I’m howling, thrashing my head back as my eyes roll. No human was meant to experience this level of ecstasy in a lifetime and I’m getting it in a matter of minutes. His hands trail down my stomach, the fat melting away as abs cobble together creating the perfect v taper and six pack. He forms cum gutters with a flourish.
“Oh what a chest i’ve forged for you dear, a torso any slut would beg to lick clean and worship. I can feel your brain slowly frying, trust me, this next part, next part is going to be the main event.” His hands dive to my ram hard cock and balls. My average five inches shooting forward as he starts to stroke me, his other hand fondling my sack that starts to grow to the size of tennis balls. I feel it grow seven inches, pre leaking like a faucet and the most amazing smell. I’m thrusting into his hands as my new twelve inch monster takes all the blood going from my brain down to it. I’m so close… no I’m far beyond the edge, he just hasn’t let me no release.
If I thought the work of art he did for my bulge was something else, to feel him work his hands to my ass, to feel him inflate them to globes was legendary. Taking what used to be flabby and turning it into something you’d see in an animated porno. God it was mouth watering. Each movement caused it to jiggle, each thrust caused it to clap. His hands found my thighs and made them match my rear, creating perfect thunder thighs, my calves carved themselves from diamonds and my feet became wider and longer. I was overflowing wih testosterone, the only part of me not changed was my head and neck.
Eros didn’t forget it, no he saved it for last, he wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled himself close, my moans which were high pitched, begging, pleading became heavier, lower and deeper sounding. Whines turned to grunts as my neck continued to thicken, beginning to match the rest of my body.
He looked me dead in the eyes, his bright pink echoing power beyond my comprehension as he slowly leaned forward. His breath hot as he closed the distance, sucking out mine as his lips pushed against mine. The way his tongue, his teeth dominated me, eating away my identity, who I was at my core. His tongue forced its way in, carving out space for him, only him and none for me as I became empty, totally and utterly empty. His teeth nipped at my lip. His hands ran through my hair and I finally felt it, that warm PULSE entering my face, my head, my hair all set aflame.
My dark brown hair became bright blonde curls, my lips became plump, plush, perfect Dick Suckling lips that begged for someone to fuck them. My teeth became perfectly straight, my tongue elongated, perfect for pleasuring my partners. My skin became perfect all around, my pores and acne scars basically erased. My nose became a work of masculine strength and art as it elongated and widened. My eyes became this beautiful green with gold flecks, my eyebrows perfectly bushy yet manicured and my browbone elongated. My cheekbones became defined and I couldn’t help but moan as I felt it all enter my brain. I was being rewired and the last thing i heard before I came my brains out and the world went white was Eros.
“No more thoughts for you, none that would get in the way, oh Xavier you will be perfect. Fuck, be merry and remember nothing but desire matters.” With that my eyes rolled back and my ass thrusted my cock forward and I came out everything into the air. My mind burning as the memory of the encounter became a subconscious thought, something i wouldn’t fully remember, a rationalization my brain would have to come up with to explain the changes and the lost time.
The world came back into focus, the windows outside my cubicle showed a late night sky, the office was mostly empty, and most importantly my clothes were incredibly uncomfortable. Looking down I could see why, my button down looked like it was hanging on for dear life, each button stretched to the limit, my sleeves looked like white sausage casing as my biceps were BULGING, BEGGING to be free. My MUSCLE TITTIES- i mean pecs were a shelf that had the beginnings of hair poking through and I could just tell that this wouldn’t work if I tried to move. My pants weren’t much better, my thighs were ripping the seams off my slacks, my crotch looked like I was trying to smuggle a baseball bat into the office. Speaking of, I was wet and sticky some how?
How— Sally must have shrunk it in the wash– but it was- my muscles– SALLY MUST HAVE WASHED AND SHRUNK IT. That was the only reasonable reason, and I fell asleep at my desk, god I wasn’t getting enough sleep. Probably because she kept me up with her snoring, god I had to talk with her tonight. No more pussyfooting around! I had to tell it like it was, done wasting my life away and not GETTING WHAT I WANT.
I noticed a message on my cubicle desk, something from Hendrickson, about how I would need to present the numbers I didn’t send today, tomorrow at the meeting. Fuck okay that wouldn’t be too hard, I knew them by heart at this point but it would delay me more then i wanted. I guess that’s what i get for sleeping on the job.
The drive back to my house wasn’t great, hell the walk to get to my car was hell, each step and stride felt like my clothes were going to tear themselves apart. The seams ripping and tearing. The ride was hell because I was constantly sweaty, my BO wafting out and around me, creating a hot box of musk that I couldn’t help but sniff and inhale. Each breath was sending a throb down to my monster cock — monster I was… wait I was average what— fuck nah bro i have always been smuggling a twelve inch monster. Nothing average about me man. I’m the epitome of man, no slut can resist this. *slaps pec*.
My clothes finally gave way when I walked through the door, slamming it behind me as my shirt fell to pieces, my pants popping off me to the ground as I walked past the foyer to the kitchen. Sally was on the phone but as soon as I walked in it was like the conversation stilted, dying in her throat as she told them she would call me back. She looked worried, then confused before she quickly sniffed the air and then a pink glimmer shined from her eyes. Her face becoming calm as she smiled dimly at me.
“Babe, you got back from work so late, I was getting a little worried!” She said putting her phone down fully. She never called me bab- yeah she only really called me pet names, she’s so dumb I doubt she can remember my name at this point. Why am I talking about my partner like this, maybe it's—- why I wouldn't talk and think about her like this. She was always terrible to me. Why would I be good to her? This was all idiocy.
“Oh please, save the babe shit!” I was getting tired, and irritated and I just needed her to not do this shit. She was definitely shocked, in all of our years together I had been a pushover so speaking up or stating my opinion and mind, especially as harshly as I did was very new. I could see her eyes trying to figure out and calculate what was going on, a mix of emotions, worry, fear because of how harsh my words were, anger because it was disrespectful- WHO CARESSSSS you don’t desire her, its not worth it! It’s not worth it.
“What’s gotten into you?!” She finally says looking at me, I don’t even respond, I go over to the fridge. I can see from the corner of my eye the worry disappears and now its just building rage and fear.
“You’re late, i was expecting you home HOURS AGO, no text then your yelling! Who the fuck, what the fuck… JUST ALL THE FUCKS… is going on!” Her breath was getting heavy, she was just angry now. Fear gone the longer I took to respond.
“A dose of Reality Sally! No more dead ends, no more bullshit? Are you happy with this? Cause I’m not and that is not fair to either of us, especially you!” The words may have been filtered through anger and some cosmic entity, but they had been real for a long time. Eroding away at my psyche just like DESPERATION had. I DESIRED CHANGE, this was good. Her eyes had some tears but there was this look of contemplation behind the pink glaze.
“I… I don’t, No, no Xavier, I haven’t. This relationship, it just hasn’t worked. But to end it like this, angry? Was I that miserable, that you need to yell and shout this instead of being a fucking adult!” She throws her arms up looking around and I let my anger settle before she lets out a deep tired sigh.
“No..No you weren’t, and you didn’t deserve that, you deserve so much better, better than me, its why it needs to be over.” That was a bit of a lie, no one was BETTER then me. But we both shouldn’t be miserable even if I couldn’t stand her. We look at each other for a long second before she picks up her jacket and purse and starts walking out.
“Agreed, I’m gonna go stay with my mom while we figure out the living situation, just um, shower before work tomorrow you smell like a locker room!” she turns her head up and wrinkles her nose before walking out. Cold, indifferent as she walks out of my life, probably to never really talk to me again. It felt empty.
Her words hung in the air, ringing in my head as I raised my arm. “....you smell like a locker room.” I took a deep whiff and as I did my eyes crossed, my back arched as the best smell of my life suffocated my senses. A masculine musk started to fill the room, my cock growing harder in my underwear as I lost track of time the night fading to blush as I worshiped myself.
_________________________ the next morning
I tried to shower, I know I was supposed to, it was a part of my routine but it felt wrong to even approach it. I didn’t even try to shave this sudden five o’ clock shadow that had sprung upon me, relegating myself to just brushing my teeth and combing my hair.
Its just, why would I wash away something so glorious, my musk was not something that needed to be clean. It was something that showcased my pure masculinity, showing the world just who was in charge. The idea of suffocating some bitch as they worship my muscles fills my mind. My hair gripping the back of their hair as I shove them right into my pit as they let out a high pitch moan as they lap and lick away savoring the taste before his hands reach down and grope my bulge, his head pulling out to look me in the eye..
He? What the fuck god I must be backed up to be thinking about a dude. Still a hot fantasy , one I wouldn’t mind trying out with some blonde bimbo instead. My routine might have been interrupted and changed but that didn’t mean I still couldn’t look my best for impromptu meetings and presentations. The only true issue, none of my clothes fit me properly.
No matter what shirt, no matter what pants or bet they all clung on and showed off my impressive, hot, incredibly masculine, muscles. There was no way that I could get an undershirt underneath my white button up. The sleeves only make it halfway up my bicep before I have to give up, my boulder of a bicep too big of a hump to get over. The buttons only manage to make it up to the bottom of my pecs before I can't pull them any closer. I look Ridiculous, stupid SEXY, the way my broad shoulders and pillowey pecs spill out, revealing the tufts of chest hair i’ve worked so hard to grow… I didn't work hard… this is new…
“Nonsense don’t listen to that tedious voice!” a dissonant whisper rings at me. Chilling me to my core as I listen to its voice, falling deeper under its spell as I go back to looking at myself in the mirror, god I was hot. I love how masculine this shirt makes me look.
The pants were another story, the way I had to start jumping them to get them over my thighs, and worse my gigantic, muscled bubblebutt. The way each cheek jiggled as I forced them into the back of the pants. The feeling of the fabric against my skin there made me growl in all honesty, the commando felt so good. My cock, leaking constantly a steady stream of pre cum and hard as steel was anything but helpful. It refused to go down from all the fantasies I had conjured up in my mind of MEN WORSHIPPING ME and when I did finally manage to shove it down my pants it made a large indent. It was so….. Dramatic… crazy…. Straight from a porno, a gay one… HOT
The refl;ection staring back at me was like a caricature of myself from before, logically I knew that. But it was also the man I DESIRED to be. The man I had always been inside, taller, stronger and more confident in himself and wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to what he wanted. This was the reflection of who I was meant to be and who I would always be now, i refused to look away from it. Even driving to work I kept at least an eye on myself in the rearview mirror, earning more then a few honks on the way. Who could blame me, with a face and body that demanded for attention and adoration it's not my fault for noticing.
Walking into the office I turned heads, everyone taking a deep breath as a miasma of musk wafted off of me and followed behind. Men couldn’t help but stare at me, their noses taking deep whiffs of the air, while women seemed to turn away, holding their noses as they caught my scent, doing their best to ignore the sudden onslaught to their senses.. But my mind was focused on getting to my cubicle and trying to get this presentation ready, cock throbbing, ass bouncing with every step.
The primordial magic coursing through his veins and circulating the air around him had an enchanting effect on the surrounding minds, one he didn’t know or quite understand. One his brain wouldn’t let him hone in on, it seemed that when someone smelled him, they had a supernatural response to his masculine musk. Its like that pink glow in Sally’s eyes, or a burning sensation in others minds as they smell him. The magic burrowing into their brain and twisting it into MY desire, turning women away and making men kneel. There were other twists and aspects I can’t wait for you to find, but my dear reader we are getting ready to have some fun and I won’t spoil it for you.
I had a document ready, the previous quarter typed up and ready. Basically anything and everything I needed. No flowery language, no ass kissing, just hard numbers… AND HARD COCKS.. God I need to get some pussy this shit is bothering me. As I stretched up my arms and did a slight flex I heard footsteps come into the entrance of my cubicle. Standing with his lithe frame and platinum blonde quiff was Nate. This BEAUTIFUL, well dressed man in button up and slacks that showed off every curve, was looking at me with these deep pink eyes.
“Hey Si… Xavier I was going to uh.. Going to run some copies, was uh wondering if you…” before he can finish I find myself standing up to face him, my hand firmly placing itself across his shoulder, giving a nice TIGHT grasp. I heard that almost sir slip through his lips, the way they were so plump and pouty, he was just begging for a bigger stronger man to take control.
“Hey, hey use your words b…bo..BOY… Nothing to be nervous about, what do you need!” the way my hand slowly travels from his shoulder down his back feels wrong, the feeling of the word BOY forcing its way from my lips is like fire. I can’t stop it or swallow it down, and the way he shivers as I say it. It sends a thrill down my spine, it's like it's drilling into him. SOMETHING ELSE SHOULD BE DRILLING HIM… I shake my head where the fuck had that come from. I watch his eyes blink rapidly before he opens them widely, shining a bright pink.The same pink sally had, but where as her face turned slowly to disgust as we talked, Nates immediately went to this horny, desperate, mind my language BOTTOMY face.
“Yes, yes sir, I wanted to ask you… NO to serve you sir and get you what YOU NEED!” He pushed himself closer to me, his crotch pressed against mine. My hard, throbbing, monster pressed against his above average cock. God was he hard to, was Nate GAY?! My hand drifted down to the small of his back as my other hand quickly went to his chin, i tried to stop this to gain control, but I felt this PULSE start echoing through me. Nate's hands started to trace my muscles through my shirt, where his fingers moved the pulse, the pleasurable, strong PULSE FOLLOWED. His hands finally found a mark and grabbed, no groping my meat through my slacks. The feeling of Nate slowly kneading at my bulge with his hands as he grinds his crotch against it at the same time is enough to force a moan from my lips and make my hands reach down and squeeze his CUTE, TIGHT, BUBBLE BUTT. The PULSE grows in power, in warmth, going to full on HEAT as I feel this WHITE HOT PRESSURE BEGING to be released.
I’m losing full control, this isn’t me I don’t do this, I don’t fuck men or find them attractive. But my body is acting like it's dying without this attention. This pull to let him worship me, to take in my body with reverence and submit to me, licking and feeling every muscle and inhaling my musk. I feel that WHITE HOT PULSE expand, and wrap around me as FLASHES of muscles, of weights, the gym, exercises and locker rooms flash through my mind. My pecs IMMEDIATELY inflate, my pillowey pecs turning into a shelf of muscles. My abdominals pop further out, any excess weight left in my torso evaporating as I develop and eight pack, my v line becomes perfect cum gutters.
My shoulders widen again, becoming broader then a line backer’s, my arms explode with muscle and my back becomes incredibly defined. The way my glutes become firmer, thicker globes defying gravity. Thighs thicken and calves become more defined. My ass is jiggling as I start to thrust and grind against Nate’s slimmer body. The clothes I was wearing seem to magically shift to accommodate my new body, still skin tight, on the verge of bursting but not ripped and torn. Something I could get away wearing out on the street with just a few looks and maybeeeee a warning if some dumb bitch complained.My hand moves and grabs the back of his neck and pulls him so close his lips are barely touching.
“You WANT to serve me, you NEED to BOY, you know serving DADDY is the only thing that matters, say it!” My voice was basically moaning out everything as we dry humped each other right in the middle of my cubicle. What the fuck, DADDY?! I hated the whole daddy kink thing. It made zero sense to me. To watch and see my own self use it, especially with a guy, threw me through a loop. BUT DADDY WAS SO HOT, SO MASCULINE, DADDY GOT WHAT HE WANTED, WHEN HE WANTED. FUCKING WHOEVER HE WANTED, DON’T YOU WANT THAT? TO BE DESIRED, TO HAVE CONTROL, TO BE HOT, SEXY, AND MASCULINE. The words kept repeating, loud and red over and over again in my head as I lost control of my own mind as well as my body to this horny, distorted and dissonant voice.
But the words that fell from my lips seemed to put Nate into a much deeper, more bottomy, SUBMISSIVE STATE! It's like everything I said was creating this invisible rope, leash, COLLAR, that I could tug and pull and manipulate for my own pleasure. It made the mind wonder what else I could change beyond his mind. My cock, the one I had just called a monster, seemed to grow another two inches pushing me past a footlong, getting to be girthier too. This was no longer a fuckstick, it was a fucklog.
Then that word, BOY. Each time I said it, it was like years were being etched away from nate’s face and body. He wasn’t old before this, probably thirty but each time his skin appeared clearer. Less wrinkles, his hair was fuller and more restored and any aches and pains were washed away with very syllable till he was probably just some twenty year old intern.
“I need to serve you, I want to DADDY!” His words rang true and I couldn’t help but smirk hearing his high pitched voice… Nate’s voice was never that high… His high pitched, needy voice was like music to my ears as I snogged him. Pulling him deeply, passionately into a makeout session, my lips, my tongue consuming and dominating him till nothing but an empty vessel remained. He melted into it, letting everything dissolve before he lost breath and I pulled away.
“That’s it BOY, now I know you LOVE pleasing me with those PLUMP DSL’s and are always BEGGING me to pound that beautiful, FAT BUBBLE BUTT of yours but DADDY has to work!” My hand on the small of his back moves to squeeze his ass and it's like a shock runs through me to him forcing him to arch his back as the PULSE rages on. Encircling him and transforming his body to my words, my specifications. Any and all excess fat was sucked down into his rear, inflating into a perfect bubblebutt as it fully grew to fill my palm. His hole began winking as he gained a debilitating need to be fucked. His lips became plumper as his eyes started rolling back.
“Daddy, Daddy, please please, fuck me, please pound my bussy. I need it, I need it so bad daddy. I’ll do anything. I know you have to work but please, please. I’ll worship your muscles. I’ll suck your cock, swallow your cum please please please PLEASE PLEASE!” His voice got higher as his Adam's apple shrank. His eyes became fully pink and his hair became a perfect platinum blonde. Any and All intelligence drained from his face and it was like the coworker I had known for years was gone. Replaced by a living breathing sex toy of a person who was desperate for me. His voice was loud and moaning as he continued to masturbate me through my slacks.
“No no no boy. You’ll get your reward after the meeting. Daddy has to go and make sure everyone knows exactly who is incharge!” my hand pulls him away from me, the absence of his touch on my hard rod is immediately recognized and fills me with dread but I had bigger things to deal with. If I could change anyone into who i wanted… NO NO STOP THIS THIS IS MADNESS! … no settle down you imbecilic voice we are getting what we deserve and your pathetic past and life isn’t going to get in the way of that.
I see my boy look at me with true want and desire. The urge to disobey is strong, but that collar and leash my words created around him hold firm. He would OBEY me no matter what I ordered and even if it was at his detriment. It was true loyalty and devotion and that in of itself was addictive.
“Okay Daddy, Sorry I made you late, please forgive me, or punish me, please punish me, that would be so hot!” The word punish strikes me to the core. It's burning hot just like the PULSES. It would be so hot to bend this boy over my knee, ripping off his now tight slacks and start spanking him till both his cheeks were bright glowing red. Or keep him on the edge, not letting him release till he has satisfied everyone of my urges. The mere thought of ripping those p;ants made me think of how cute he’d be whimpering, as I made him bounce up and down on my cock, my hands behind my head while he begged to lean down and service each of my pits, desperate for my stench. Calm Down now Xavier, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
“We will see boy, while I’m gone just do your job, doing what I say feels EUPHORIC so you WILL LOVE doing it!” I had to leave him behind, his words echoing yes sir, yes sir. My footsteps were loud and echoing across the tile as I kept my stride, posture straight, shoulders squared and chin out. It didn’t matter that I would be late, they couldn’t start without me.
Yes they could, this is more than just wrong. I wouldn’t do this, i want my old life back!!! Oh the life you were so desperate to escape that you made a deal with a literal god of desperation and LUST!.... That doesn’t matter, I wasn’t in my right mind, I take it back, I take all of it back, please be reasonable. Sorry BitchBoy can’t renege a deal like that, a deal that changes the fabric of reality, rips apart the old, and brings in the new, I’m the new! No, No please I’ll do anything, just… just don’t replace me please, please let… Too late, welcome to the new you.
The conference room was at the back of the office, partitioned with glass and lazy design. I couldn’t help but smirk seeing the company heads all sitting round, looking at my boss. MY SEXY, MUSCULAR, CONFIDENT BOSS. Without the fog of my previous life, I could clearly see that my boss was into me, the way his eyes roamed over my body, how he would find ways to touch and graze my skin, he had it bad. Well I was getting ready to give him everything he wanted and more.
The other thing I could clearly see was the chairmen’s, their assistants and board members all restless. Pointing fingers and arguing, the sound proof glass only offers them silence not anonymity with their disdain. As I opened the doors some of their rumbles were still clear. Arguing about their time, disrespect and how they expected better but who gave a shit about that… I DID THIS IS WRONG, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO!... Quiet, I’m going to do my job bitch, and hopefully it shuts you up for good.
As the door slams behind me, they all turn to look and immediately i can see my musk start to fill the room, entering their systems with every breath and inhale. Confusion krinkling across their faces, some of their eyes already fading toa light pink.
“Well look who finally joined us, the late presenter.” Some bald overweight dude says from the back. He sat in the biggest, most ornate chair, a part of me thinking he must have brought that himself, probably was the company's CEO with how smug he was. That would change soon as well. His assistant seemed to take a deep inhale, some red headed twink, already gay, more susceptible I guess to my aroma, my masculine musk. Him and Nate would be perfect on their knees making out around my cock.
“There’s no reason to be rude and delay it any longer, Sir! Let's let Si… Xav… Xavier take the floor!” Hendrickson was looking at me with intent, his eyes looking confused, conflicting ideas on who i used to be, what i used to look like causing dissonance in his brain as he tried to navigate it. I quickly raised an arm up, exposing my sweaty pit stained shirt. More of my musk wafting out, filling the room with a fake stretch causing that confused pretty face to calm down.
It was cute he almost called me Sir, maybe my old boss had always wanted me to be in charge… STOP HE’S A GOOD MAN… A good MAN I am going to rail the shit out of! This would be so much easier than I thought. PLEASE STOP, I’M BEGGING YOU, THIS ISN”T MY LIFE, I DONT WANT THIS!!! You are right about one thing: it isn't your life anymore, it's mine and I DO!
I make my way up to the odium in front of the screen, slides I had already preset on my company laptop from yesterday gearing up and loading. Everyone was looking and staring at me, their eyes locked on. The three women in the room got more and more uncomfortable as my smell lingered, their eyes glowing pink before switching to red, whispering to their neighbors that they needed to leave. No one truly paid them any mind. I could see that red headed twink adjusting himself in the back. His suit paints showing an obvious boner as his eyes gained a deeper pink hue, getting lost in the miasma of my scent. Biting his lip as he snuck a hand under his waistband so brazen.
My words drooled on, I watched my ex boss, Hendrickson fall into a lull, his eyes going back and forth as I bounced my pecs with each syllable. Left and Right, back and forth basically leading him and everyone else into a trance. I could feel their minds all beginning to get mushy and squishy. Spectral collars formed around their necks as OBEDIENCED flashed through their minds, drool leaking from their lips as tongues lulled. A few of them were mumbling, asking what was going on, others seemed to be adjusting themselves, unbuckling their pants, loosening their ties and staring into what was basically an endless horny void. Centered on me, as it should be, I stopped my speech, and unbuttoned my shirt. Fully revealing my heaving, sweaty, hairy pecs that just DESERVED to be SERVICED and WORSHIPPED. With a quick flex of my biceps I shredded the sleeves leaving my sweaty, muscular torso fully exposed!
“You all are at the top of the company, in charge of all of the offices across the state and country, and today that changes.” I walk forward, arms in a double bicep pose exposing my pits, letting my Aroma fully waft and expand around the room. Anyone who had been mumbling or fighting the control ceased as I walked around the board table circling them all like sharks. Pulling some directly into my pit as I stepped by, smothering the old haggard faces of ceos and share holders, and the youthful, begging to be railed interns (twinks in waiting).
“Once this meeting CUMS to an end, all assets, information and positions of power will be reallocated to me and my estate, you will all **GIANT MOANS FROM SOME OF THE MEN** find it hard to do anything of your own free will, submitting to me and my true masculinity is your purpose. Each asset, monetary or social you have, given to me will feel like an orgasm!” my words were deliberate, making sure to associate the want, the desire, the NEED to OBEY with pleasure. In a way creating a loop of constant gratification for my new slaves.
“Your old lives are over, the names you go by, done, and out. Any wives, girlfriends, mistresses will fade from your mind becoming obsolete. You are all horny, depraved, degenerate gay men. Thirsting after me primarily. But desperate to fuck, suck and submit to pleasure in any and everyway you can.” I stopped in front of my old boss, now a future slave. His eyes were fully glowing pink, his lips parted in such a dumb, seductive way. I could just use them forever. Hands on both sides of his head as I face fuck him for hours, saliva dripping from my balls as ahis eyes roll back.
“Interns you're going to go and pleasure your bosses, worshipping and pleasuring them, every sexual act you do is going to transform you into perfect thin FUCKTOYS for them to use. Your asses will get bigger, your hips wider, waist thinner. Your lips are going to plump up, and your cocks are going to shrink. You won’t need them anymore. All your body hair falling away and when they fuck your throats they are going to fuck your brains out.” Such an easy, great transformation, doing it in mass felt way better then when I had changed Nate, his felt like a tiny shock of a pulse compared to the massive POWER that cascaded from me to their spectral collars. I watched as these future twinks ripped off their bosses clothes, desperate, needy to obey me.
“Former bosses, Your going to feel your cocks harden, grow bigger, longer and needier. Your balls filling with load after load of cum, cum filled with your past identities, a need to release it all, all of it into your perfect twinks. All your fat is going to melt from your bodies, transforming into perfect muscle. Your shoulders will be wider, your necks thicker, your bodies younger, and hunkier. Masculinity dripping from your pores, rushing through your veins with pure testosterone as you give in to this pleasure, The dumber you fuck your sluts the more masculine, hairy and stinkier you will get. You're all desperate to be the smelliest, most masculine man under me!” I couldn't help but laugh watching that former CEO grab the red headed twink by the collar of his disheveled shirt as I said all of this and pull him into a deep sensual kiss. Their bodies started to change as their hands roamed each other. Luckily Hendrickson had no intern, his mind unaffected by my command, I would get to play with him myself.
The room began to fog up and increase in temperature as these men devolved into pure pleasure and hedonism. Clothes ripped to shreds as grunting and moans began to fill the room, anyone outside the conference room could see through the fogged glass men twisting and changing in pleasure as they gave in to my obedience. I took that moment to rip my own pants off before I gave my full attention to my prize. Cock springing pre leaking pre cum.
“Hendrickson, I want to ask you some questions, talk to me!” His eyes dimmed from their glowing pink, almost looking normal but still hazy with lust, adoration.
“Yes Sir, what can I answer for you Sir!” The word sir felt amazing coming from his lips, like music to my ears, I couldn't wait to hear it quivering as I slowly pried pen his hole with my tongue.
“Were you into me before? Before today, before I was transformed?” It was an answer I needed, an answer that would change the course of what I did with him.
“Yes, yes Sir, but it was wrong, you were.. You were straight and my employee, I couldn’t!” he sounded so sad, so lost, but that wouldn’t be the case anymore. That was the answer I wanted, and now I wanted to make him the happiest, sluttiest man in the world.
“Good, turn around!” He followed diligently, his body facing the podium, with a swipe of my stronger then steel hands his clothes were tattered, leaving him in those white briefs. His body was impressive, beyond average but not perfect, he could, no he would be perfect.
My hands quickly went to the sides of his neck, as they traced their way down his form began to shift, like putty in my hands ready to be manipulated into what I desired. His breath hitched and caught in his throat as he let out a groan/moan. His neck thickening, Adam's apple growing as his voice got deeper. His shoulders were next, almost as broad as mine now. His back became defined as I traced his muscles to grow. His height grew to be just under my six foot six. I trimmed his waist down, moving the fat lower to his cheeks as I started to play and knead them. They would be perfect just like everything else.
“Like that Hendrickson, you like your ass being played with!” it wasn’t a question, it was a demand, his moans and groans agreed with me, A part of him on the inside unsure, worried but I knew what to do about that. I quickly used my other hand to his neck and made him stare at his colleagues.
“You're going to watch as they transform themselves and find it hot, finding my power, my strength, my control to be the hottest thing ever! It’ll be your biggest kink, me in power!” The words gliding out perfectly as his eyes glow RED, the information in front of him processing as his cock begins to harden completely. I rip the briefs from his cheeks, freeing his cock and ass. As my hands continue to play with them they inflate becoming perfect basketballs, parting them to reveal a tight pink hole. The rest of his legs grew to match his new rear as I looked at the masterpiece before me.
So he was a STRICT TOP, oh that would change. I dove my face in between them, suffocating myself with his musk, his aroma as my tongue began to lap at and around his hole. With each slide of it his hole became insatiable, needy begging to be penetrated as I rimmed him. Starting to thrust in and out of him causing him to shriek and moan, at a certain point my hands moved to in front of him, taking the time to change his pecs into perfect pillows, his nipples growing larger and more sensitive. My hands made his already impressive abs pop before they fell onto his cock and balls.
For a split second I just reveled in the feeling of the organ, a part of me had wanted to make him a full bottom bitch. But feeling his long, hard six inches I knew I wanted to atleast feel it one day. So as My tongue lapped, thrusted and my teeth chewed at his hole, My hand began to stroke his cock and feel his balls. Filled with so much cum, so much reservation, his mind was becoming pure id as he begged me to keep going, to keep changing him. Thrusting abc and forth between my face and hands as he fucked himself into my perfect slutty slave. Each thrust made his cock a little longer, a little thicker until he was at a solid nine inches, my hands barely able to hold onto it without concentration, leaking precum like a faucet. His last words were yes before he came it all out, right onto the podium.
I pulled away with a smug grin as I sat back, man spreading on the ground. My slave knew what had to happen next, my over twelve inch cock needed to be serviced and I had just made his hole so needy I didn’t have to say anything. So straddling my hips facing me, Hendrickson looked down at me, his hands already on my pecs to steady himself before playing with my nipples, me moaning about how that was just right. His hole, grazing the tip of my dick, teasing me. I would let him have this, it be the last time though, I said to myself lying, I liked being teased.
Before long though, his winking, quivering, needy wet hole gave in and he plunged himself straight down, his self lubricating hole immediately milking my monster cock as he had a crazed look of reverence crossing his face. His eyes crossed as he muttered how stupid he was for not bottoming sooner as he began to bounce up and down on my cock. I had thought about changing his face but it was like watching an angel ride my dick and I wouldn’t give that up.
Bouncing up and down his cheeks were jiggling and clapping, his hands were constantly tweaking my nipples and I could hear hing begging me to pound him, to fuck him hard. I had wanted him to fuck himself more stupid but it was so hot I just had to give in. Using my SUPERIOR strength and PULSING MAGIC I flipped our positions, he was face down on the conference floor his back fully arched and cheeks glorious and red. I began to spank them harder and harder till they looked like ruby orbs.
I was slow to thrust my cock in and out, starting a good rhythm but eventually his pleas were music I needed and I got rougher. So much had changed so much had happened, I could feel my balls pulling tight as he started meeting my thrust. Hendrickson would be a powerbottom there was no mistake about that. I couldn’t stop my own eyes from crossing, my head tilting back as I started to give in. That tiny nagging voice that had disappeared started to fill my balls. All of my previous "accomplishments and life goals” were washed down the drain and sloshing around.
With fury only the gods knew I thrusted a few more times into Hendrickson hole, determined to bury that past forever as I felt it gushing out of me, load after load flowing into him as the room all entered a giant crescendo, every spectral collar connected to me searing with PULSES of my pleasure triggering everyone even Hendrickson to orgasm again and again until i finished.
And when I opened my eys, laying in my own cum and everyone else’s, I couldn’t wait to start my next adventure and control more than just this little company. Oh no there was an entire world to take over and I desired it. I desired EVERYTHING
