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Being Supportive

Joe had known Tyler since they were kids, the two forming a close friendship with one another. Having grown up in the same small town, the two would often talk about their futures. Joe would had plans to join the military when he turned 20, while Tyler planned to pursue a political science degree. When Tyler did leave for college, Joe remained behind working in the family store and getting in shape for the military. The two talked less and less, but Joe heard a rumor while working in the store. Apparently, Tyler had come out to his parents. Joe was shocked to say the least, but when Tyler reached out asking to hangout, Joe wanted to be there for his friend. But as the two sat playing videogames in the back room of the store, Joe couldn’t help but feel awkward.

“So...” Joe said clearing his throat, watching the screen intently, “Uhhh...”

“So what’ve you heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes focused on the screen. It was a small town, and Tyler knew that nothing stays secret in a small town, “I’ll bail you out buddy, yeah I’m gay.”

Joe flinched, “Uh yeah I heard.” He replied awkwardly, “So everything okay? I know your parents aren’t exactly...”

Tyler replied, his voice lower, “It’s fine, I appreciate you still wanting to hang out, man. I needed this.”

Joe chuckled, “Yeah no worries bro! I just wanna be supportive. Besides, what do I care if you like dick in your face?” He asked with a grin, nudging his friend.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty used to that army boy.” Tyler smirked. The two continued to play their videogame in silence before Tyler took a deep breath, “Ya know, I’m sure my parents would’ve been happier if I joined the army.” He chuckled, “But, I’m not exactly the type.”

Joe shrugged, planning to respond when the lights flickered and he felt a strange sensation shoot through his body, causing him to throw his controller to the ground. He heard a similar sound, as Tyler had done the same, the two looking at one another in confusion.

“What the hell was that?” Joe laughed awkwardly, “Felt like a shock.” It was raining pretty bad outside, so he figured lightning could’ve hit the house. Tyler just nodded, and Joe got up and looked out the window, taking in the violent storm outside. When he turned back to Tyler, his eyes widened, “Bro what the hell? Where’d your clothes go?” Joe asked turning away.

Tyler’s eyes widened, “Me? What about you?”

Joe looked down and found that he was also fully nude, quickly moving his hands to cover himself. Tyler blushed and went to cover himself, only to find he had a raging erection.

“What the fuck dude?” Joe yelled.

“Dude I don’t know what’s happ...” Tyler let out a moan as the feeling in his cock intensified, pleasure reverberating through his body. He stood, his eyes half open as his dick throbbed.

Joe knew something was wrong, and quickly scanned the ground for his clothes, finding nothing. But when he looked back over at his friend, another strange sensation shot through his toned body. Against his will, Joe slowly fell to his knees, his mouth forcing itself open.

“Dude, I need help.” Joe tried to force out, but Tyler barely registered him, still moaning. Joe’s eyes widened as Tyler suddenly walked forward, his erect dick approaching Joe’s face, “Wait dude, what are you...!” Joe felt Tyler’s dick enter his mouth, the feeling completely foreign to the young man.

Tyler meanwhile only moaned as he felt his friend’s mouth wrap around his dick. He knew this was wrong, that something was compelling him to do this. But he couldn’t help it. And when Joe started sucking on his dick, Tyler could only let out another moan. Since when did his friend get so good at this? And why did it feel like his dick was growing? Joe meanwhile felt tears fall from his eyes as his friend’s dick went further down his throat. And to his horror, he could swear that it was starting to grow, taking up more space in his throat. Against his will, Joe could feel his arms wrap around his friends waist, his hands clasping together, as he massaged his friends ass.

“Fuck dude...” Tyler moaned, his voice sounding somewhat deeper, more masculine. He threw his head back and Joe looked up, noticing Tyler’s hair begin to reshape itself into a standard military buzz cut.

Joe tried to say something, but with his friend’s dick deep in his throat, no words could come out. Both to the young man’s horror and relief, the discomfort of sucking on his friend’s member seemed to vanish and it became much easier to handle, as if his mouth was growing accustomed to it. Equally concerning to him, as he looked around, he noticed the muscles he’d been developing in his arms had seemingly disappeared. And maybe it was a trick of the light, but his arms seemed to be slightly discolored, having taken on an almost light green hue.

“What the fuck!?” He thought, tears falling from his eyes, “Please Tyler!” He felt a new sensation well up in his abdomen and chest. He looked down and to his horror, watched as his defined pecs and abs flattened and disappeared, the rest of his body taking on the greenish hue of his arms. He winced as his torso and legs shrunk and he felt his newly flat abdomen and legs curl upwards, following along his friend’s taint and connecting with his clasped hands.

“What’s happening to me!?” He thought, panic rising. He could no longer register his limbs as being separate, it all just felt like one piece of him. And what seemed to be worse was the sensation of Tyler’s ass filling his new body.

Meanwhile Tyler became aware of something soft covering his ass cheeks. And with a grunt, he felt his ass firm up and swell with muscle. Joe grunted as his new body was strained against his friend’s enlarging muscular ass. But Tyler’s ass wasn’t the only area that was experiencing this newfound growth. He felt a burning sensation in his legs as his calves packed on and toned with muscle, followed by his legs. He fell back onto the couch, taking Joe with him, and began to hump his cock deeper into his friend’s throat, which was starting to feel even softer to him, almost like cotton. Joe was forced to move with Tyler, watching as his friend seemingly packed on insane amounts of muscle in mere moments. Abs popped up along his abdomen, while his pecs grew out and firmed up. The newly muscular man happily squeezed his meaty pecs and ran a hand down his new abs, relishing in his new musculature.

“Fuck dude this feels so good.” Tyler moaned in a voice that sounded nothing like him. Deep, masculine, and dumb is how Joe could describe it. Tyler put his arms behind his head and took a deep breath as his pits filled with dense hair, which filled the room with his manly musk.

“Please stop dude!” Joe thought, “I can’t...” Joe could feel his face begin to rearrange and flatten, watching as his hair fell from his head. Joe felt panicked as his eyesight became worse, until he couldn’t see a thing. As his vision faltered, he felt as though the dick in his mouth was now pressed up against his entire face. And that’s when Joe became aware of it: he no longer had a throat, or a human body for that matter. Whatever his face had become was now pressed up against his friend’s tented cock. And while his vision was impaired, he could still process all the smells, sensations, and warmth radiating throughout his new body. He mentally moaned as he felt Tyler’s hand grab his fat cock through his new fabric body and begin to pump.

“Fuck...” Tyler breathed as his biceps and triceps exploded, while his shoulders and back expanded with muscle. He continued to jerk himself through his former friend, the pleasure coursing through both of them.

“Tyler... no...” Joe mentally begged, becoming fully aware of what he had become, “I can’t...” It was the strangest feeling for him. A new set of thoughts began to invade his mind- he was to provide support for his friend, absorb his sweat, cum, and protein farts. He was going to enjoy having his friend’s dick in his face... just as good underwear should do, “Not... underwear...” Joe did his best to resist, trying to remember he had a greater purpose in life. That he wanted to join the army. That he was human. But as Tyler continued to jerk himself off through his former friend, Joe became more and more accepting of his new role. So what if he always had a dick in his face? All he wanted to do was be supportive, right? Now he could be.

Tyler for that matter was going through his own mental rewrite. He never went to college- in fact he had no interest in college. Political science? No way. He didn’t have the brains for that. No, he was a soldier, having joined the army after high school. And so what if he was gay? With his new confidence, he didn’t care what anyone had to say. Tyler chuckled as his eyes dulled and he readily accepted his new reality. He quickened his pace, letting out a guttural moan as he filled his underwear with his seed. At this point, Joe’s resistance completely crumbled, the former young man happily absorbing his friend’s cum and accepting the idea of being this soldier stud’s favorite pair of underwear. Tyler breathed deeply as his underwear seemingly tightened around him. 

“Shit...” The new soldier whispered, “Gotta clean myself up.” He chuckled dumbly. He got up and posed in the bathroom mirror, taking in the sight, “Damn I look good.” He smirked, feeling his dick harden again.   And so Joe, now Tyler’s favorite pair of underwear, would always be there to support his friend. And Tyler for that matter, was happy to live his new life as a musculature soldier, always ensuring that his fellow soldiers were always taken care of.

[misctf]

Being Supportive

Joe had known Tyler since they were kids, the two forming a close friendship with one another. Having grown up in the same small town, the two would often talk about their futures. Joe would had plans to join the military when he turned 20, while Tyler planned to pursue a political science degree. When Tyler did leave for college, Joe remained behind working in the family store and getting in shape for the military. The two talked less and less, but Joe heard a rumor while working in the store. Apparently, Tyler had come out to his parents. Joe was shocked to say the least, but when Tyler reached out asking to hangout, Joe wanted to be there for his friend. But as the two sat playing videogames in the back room of the store, Joe couldn’t help but feel awkward.

“So...” Joe said clearing his throat, watching the screen intently, “Uhhh...”

“So what’ve you heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes focused on the screen. It was a small town, and Tyler knew that nothing stays secret in a small town, “I’ll bail you out buddy, yeah I’m gay.”

Joe flinched, “Uh yeah I heard.” He replied awkwardly, “So everything okay? I know your parents aren’t exactly...”

Tyler replied, his voice lower, “It’s fine, I appreciate you still wanting to hang out, man. I needed this.”

Joe chuckled, “Yeah no worries bro! I just wanna be supportive. Besides, what do I care if you like dick in your face?” He asked with a grin, nudging his friend.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty used to that army boy.” Tyler smirked. The two continued to play their videogame in silence before Tyler took a deep breath, “Ya know, I’m sure my parents would’ve been happier if I joined the army.” He chuckled, “But, I’m not exactly the type.”

Joe shrugged, planning to respond when the lights flickered and he felt a strange sensation shoot through his body, causing him to throw his controller to the ground. He heard a similar sound, as Tyler had done the same, the two looking at one another in confusion.

“What the hell was that?” Joe laughed awkwardly, “Felt like a shock.” It was raining pretty bad outside, so he figured lightning could’ve hit the house. Tyler just nodded, and Joe got up and looked out the window, taking in the violent storm outside. When he turned back to Tyler, his eyes widened, “Bro what the hell? Where’d your clothes go?” Joe asked turning away.

Tyler’s eyes widened, “Me? What about you?”

Joe looked down and found that he was also fully nude, quickly moving his hands to cover himself. Tyler blushed and went to cover himself, only to find he had a raging erection.

“What the fuck dude?” Joe yelled.

“Dude I don’t know what’s happ...” Tyler let out a moan as the feeling in his cock intensified, pleasure reverberating through his body. He stood, his eyes half open as his dick throbbed.

Joe knew something was wrong, and quickly scanned the ground for his clothes, finding nothing. But when he looked back over at his friend, another strange sensation shot through his toned body. Against his will, Joe slowly fell to his knees, his mouth forcing itself open.

“Dude, I need help.” Joe tried to force out, but Tyler barely registered him, still moaning. Joe’s eyes widened as Tyler suddenly walked forward, his erect dick approaching Joe’s face, “Wait dude, what are you...!” Joe felt Tyler’s dick enter his mouth, the feeling completely foreign to the young man.

Tyler meanwhile only moaned as he felt his friend’s mouth wrap around his dick. He knew this was wrong, that something was compelling him to do this. But he couldn’t help it. And when Joe started sucking on his dick, Tyler could only let out another moan. Since when did his friend get so good at this? And why did it feel like his dick was growing? Joe meanwhile felt tears fall from his eyes as his friend’s dick went further down his throat. And to his horror, he could swear that it was starting to grow, taking up more space in his throat. Against his will, Joe could feel his arms wrap around his friends waist, his hands clasping together, as he massaged his friends ass.

“Fuck dude...” Tyler moaned, his voice sounding somewhat deeper, more masculine. He threw his head back and Joe looked up, noticing Tyler’s hair begin to reshape itself into a standard military buzz cut.

Joe tried to say something, but with his friend’s dick deep in his throat, no words could come out. Both to the young man’s horror and relief, the discomfort of sucking on his friend’s member seemed to vanish and it became much easier to handle, as if his mouth was growing accustomed to it. Equally concerning to him, as he looked around, he noticed the muscles he’d been developing in his arms had seemingly disappeared. And maybe it was a trick of the light, but his arms seemed to be slightly discolored, having taken on an almost light green hue.

“What the fuck!?” He thought, tears falling from his eyes, “Please Tyler!” He felt a new sensation well up in his abdomen and chest. He looked down and to his horror, watched as his defined pecs and abs flattened and disappeared, the rest of his body taking on the greenish hue of his arms. He winced as his torso and legs shrunk and he felt his newly flat abdomen and legs curl upwards, following along his friend’s taint and connecting with his clasped hands.

“What’s happening to me!?” He thought, panic rising. He could no longer register his limbs as being separate, it all just felt like one piece of him. And what seemed to be worse was the sensation of Tyler’s ass filling his new body.

Meanwhile Tyler became aware of something soft covering his ass cheeks. And with a grunt, he felt his ass firm up and swell with muscle. Joe grunted as his new body was strained against his friend’s enlarging muscular ass. But Tyler’s ass wasn’t the only area that was experiencing this newfound growth. He felt a burning sensation in his legs as his calves packed on and toned with muscle, followed by his legs. He fell back onto the couch, taking Joe with him, and began to hump his cock deeper into his friend’s throat, which was starting to feel even softer to him, almost like cotton. Joe was forced to move with Tyler, watching as his friend seemingly packed on insane amounts of muscle in mere moments. Abs popped up along his abdomen, while his pecs grew out and firmed up. The newly muscular man happily squeezed his meaty pecs and ran a hand down his new abs, relishing in his new musculature.

“Fuck dude this feels so good.” Tyler moaned in a voice that sounded nothing like him. Deep, masculine, and dumb is how Joe could describe it. Tyler put his arms behind his head and took a deep breath as his pits filled with dense hair, which filled the room with his manly musk.

“Please stop dude!” Joe thought, “I can’t...” Joe could feel his face begin to rearrange and flatten, watching as his hair fell from his head. Joe felt panicked as his eyesight became worse, until he couldn’t see a thing. As his vision faltered, he felt as though the dick in his mouth was now pressed up against his entire face. And that’s when Joe became aware of it: he no longer had a throat, or a human body for that matter. Whatever his face had become was now pressed up against his friend’s tented cock. And while his vision was impaired, he could still process all the smells, sensations, and warmth radiating throughout his new body. He mentally moaned as he felt Tyler’s hand grab his fat cock through his new fabric body and begin to pump.

“Fuck...” Tyler breathed as his biceps and triceps exploded, while his shoulders and back expanded with muscle. He continued to jerk himself through his former friend, the pleasure coursing through both of them.

“Tyler... no...” Joe mentally begged, becoming fully aware of what he had become, “I can’t...” It was the strangest feeling for him. A new set of thoughts began to invade his mind- he was to provide support for his friend, absorb his sweat, cum, and protein farts. He was going to enjoy having his friend’s dick in his face... just as good underwear should do, “Not... underwear...” Joe did his best to resist, trying to remember he had a greater purpose in life. That he wanted to join the army. That he was human. But as Tyler continued to jerk himself off through his former friend, Joe became more and more accepting of his new role. So what if he always had a dick in his face? All he wanted to do was be supportive, right? Now he could be.

Tyler for that matter was going through his own mental rewrite. He never went to college- in fact he had no interest in college. Political science? No way. He didn’t have the brains for that. No, he was a soldier, having joined the army after high school. And so what if he was gay? With his new confidence, he didn’t care what anyone had to say. Tyler chuckled as his eyes dulled and he readily accepted his new reality. He quickened his pace, letting out a guttural moan as he filled his underwear with his seed. At this point, Joe’s resistance completely crumbled, the former young man happily absorbing his friend’s cum and accepting the idea of being this soldier stud’s favorite pair of underwear. Tyler breathed deeply as his underwear seemingly tightened around him. 

“Shit...” The new soldier whispered, “Gotta clean myself up.” He chuckled dumbly. He got up and posed in the bathroom mirror, taking in the sight, “Damn I look good.” He smirked, feeling his dick harden again.   And so Joe, now Tyler’s favorite pair of underwear, would always be there to support his friend. And Tyler for that matter, was happy to live his new life as a musculature soldier, always ensuring that his fellow soldiers were always taken care of.

[gul-dukat89]

Picture source: @coolnelson92

Deonte was surprised to be on vacation with his coworker Tanner. They had a working relationship, but didn't get close untill about a month ago. When Tanner offered to take him on his vacation, he was shocked, but didn't turn it down either.

Three days into the vacation, Deonte was enjoying the getaway along with Tanner. It was still a few more days to go before both had to return to work. He saw that Tanner had something he wanted to tell him by the look he would get sometimes.

"Go ahead and spit it out. You want to tell me something. I know it." Deonte waited for him to respond. He was curious.

"Wow, I was that obvious?" Tanner asked. He saw Deonte nod his head. "Okay. It's about work. Frank is retiring. They are looking for a new supervisor to replace him." He revealed finally. This was part of the reason why he brought Deonte along for his vacation.

Deonte was interested in what that had to do with him. "So, I am sure they are outsourcing for a new person."

"No, they have already thought about his replacement." Tanner paused. "It's down between you and me for the selection. They hadn't decided yet." He added.

"Wow, how did you found out?" Deonte immediately asked.

"I asked around." Tanner paused. "Anyway, I want to get the position and make it easier on them to decide at the same time."

"It comes down to may the best man win." Deonte shrugged his shoulders.

"You're right." Tanner had planned for this. He opened up the app on his phone. The setting was preset. He pointed his phone camera at Deonte. "Time to go relax and have a beer, buddy." He hit the flash option. A beer bottle now was on the floor. He placed the beer in the frig to get cool first.

Deonte found that he couldn't move or speak. He felt a hand easily picking him up. "Tanner, what's going on?!" Nothing vocalized at all. He then felt a sudden cold. He was in the frig. He realized what happened. He was some kind of beverage. He saw the frig light turn off as the door closed.

Deonte felt like it was an etenity in cold and darkness before he finally saw light again. His liquid insides felt frigid cold. He felt Tanner's hand grab him. The top was lifted off his bottle form.

"No, please don't drink me." Deonte mentally pleaded, hoping for some sort of mercy.

Tanner took several sips of his human transfomed beer. "Wow, you taste so good. I think I will enjoy you outside." He went to relax near the water. He sat on one of the chairs and propped up his feet. He sat his beer down on the ground.

"Please don't drink any more of me! Change me back before I am completely gone, pleaase! Can you hear me?!" Deonte pleaded. He felt earlier of his liquid insides going down Tanner's throat and into his stomach to be consumed. It was a nightmare. Tanner was devouring him in order to get the promotion, completely removing him from the selection.

Tanner let out a relaxing sigh. "This is the life. A nice vacation and enjoying a beer with my buddy, or should I say my buddy as my beer." He laughed as he picked up his beer bottle and drunk more. He love the taste of his beer. He wanted to savor every bit of it. Yet it was a taste of victory as well. With Deonte gone, he would definitely get the supervisor position that will be available soon. He continued to drink Deonte down until there was only left one swallow in the bottle.

Deonte only saw a swallow of himself left. The rest of him was stewing in Tanner's stomach. He mentally wept as he realized he will soon be completely gone for good, and there was nothing he could do about it. He watched in horror as the last swallow went down Tanner's throat and mouth. The very last of himself cosumed and reduced to nothing in Tanner's stomach.

Tanner let of a belch as the last of the beer was gone. He tosseed the empty bottle in the nearest trash can. He smiled as the competition was now devoured in his stomach. The supervisor position was definitely his now.

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Master Levi

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[argentinagayhunk]

[jocksidagain]

Every single gay guy when he puts on muscle. All homosexuals are egosexuals if our bodies are hot enough.

[reddarkfox222]

I'm french, 30yo, pretty much average dude with ark brown hair and eyes, not too fat but slighty overweighted and pretty hairy with a goldent anned skin. I just quitted my job to start anew in Montreal in the coming weeks. I was cleaning and tidying up my apartment in order to leave it when I found this old package hidden behind one of my cabinet. It's selaed and soft inside but most importantly I don't remeber at all what is inside. I dond't even remeber buying it. Maybe it belonged to the previous tenant. Should I open it? I'm kind of scared...

The package had been behind the cabinet for who knows how long.

He, a 30-year-old Frenchman, with dark brown hair and eyes, that average build with a little extra fat on his belly and golden skin, found it while emptying the apartment. Among the boxes, behind the old wardrobe, a sealed box. Soft to the touch. Dusty.

He didn't remember buying it. Maybe it belonged to the previous tenant. Or perhaps it was his and he had forgotten about it.

He opened it with the box cutter, doubtful.

Inside, a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. Charcoal gray, almost black. Soft, worn fabric. He took them in his hands. They were warm. Too warm, as if someone had just taken them off. And they smelled. A strong, masculine smell, of sweat and musk.

His fingertips trembled. Why were they warm? Why did they smell like a man he didn't know?

Maybe he should throw them away. Instead, his hands began unbuttoning his jeans. He lowered his pants. He took off the boxer briefs he was wearing. He put on the gray ones.

The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Like a hand squeezing him. The scent enveloped him, dense, animalistic. He felt his lower abdomen contract.

Then the tingling.

An intense itch, everywhere. On his chest, his arms, his legs. He scratched himself. The hair. The hair on his body was changing. Becoming wilder, darker. On his golden skin, the hair was thickening.

"Ah... what... what the fuck..."

His voice lowered. Rougher. Deeper.

His jaw snapped. It widened. His chin became massive. His beard began to grow, thick, dark, black as coal. It grew before his eyes, covering his jaw, cheeks, chin. It became thicker, turning into that beard of a real man, of a Middle Eastern man.

The skin. His golden skin began to darken. Beneath the new hair, beneath the beard, it became darker. Olive. Mediterranean. Arab.

"AH!"

His shoulders widened. His collarbones cracked. His back straightened, his spine lengthened. He felt every vertebra snap, realign.

The muscles. All the muscles in his body began to swell. His biceps exploded. His triceps bulged. His pectorals lifted, becoming two hard, heavy plates.

But it wasn't just muscle. It was the hairy chest. Black hair covered his pectorals like a carpet, thick, bristly. It descended along his abdomen, the eight squares emerging, carved, perfect.

"AH! AH! I FEEL..."

Sweat began to pour. Copious. Hot. From his forehead. From his hairy chest. From his back, which was widening.

His arms swelled even more. His deltoids rounded. The veins surfaced, thick, bluish, beneath his dark skin.

His thighs. His thighs exploded. His quadriceps became tree trunks, his calves enormous. And the hair on his legs became thicker, dark, coarse.

His penis. He felt his penis growing. Swelling. Lengthening. Becoming enormous. Heavy. Thick. It pressed against the gray fabric, forming an enormous, obscene bulge.

The need. A primal need. The urge to fuck. A libido exploding like a volcano.

"AH! FUCK!"

One final jolt. His spine snapping into place. His muscles tensing. Sweat pouring in streams.

Then silence.

He was still there. But he was no longer himself.

He was at least 1.90 meters tall. His shoulders twice as broad. His chest massive, hairy, covered in thick black hair. A thick beard, like a real Middle Eastern man. Dark, olive skin. Veiny arms, enormous biceps.

The gray boxer briefs were stretched to the limit. The bulge enormous.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't recognize himself.

He was a muscular, hairy, tall man. He looked Arab. A giant.

He touched his chest. The hair was bristly, coarse. The skin underneath was warm, stretched over the muscles. His breathing was deep, his chest rising and falling.

He could feel his penis pulsing. A desire. A need. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to feel the body of a woman, a man, anyone.

"Ah... yes..." He murmured. His voice was low, deep, that of a predator.

He touched his bulge. It was enormous. His hand could barely wrap around it. The gray fabric was wet with sweat.

His gaze was lost in the mirror. He was no longer the 30-year-old Frenchman who was about to move to Montreal. He was a new man. A man of muscles, hair, and desire.

"Now... now I'm ready."

A slow smile appeared on his bearded face. His thick mustache curled upward. His hairy chest rose.

He was ready for anything. For Montreal. For the new life. For anyone he might meet.

[reddarkfox222]

hey hi! Heard you could help with this predicament I found myself in. I'm a 27 yo guy, blond, pretty hairy and slim, quite the artist too. But today I was waiting for mail and the mailman dropped a box I did not order I'm sure of it.

I opened it because I was curious and there's a pair of dark underwear. Look like the went through the ringer. They smell like sweat and musk, I think I can see some stains of I don't know what on them.

But the longer I am near them, the more....i sort of want them?

please help!

The postman had dropped the package on the stairs.

He, a 27-year-old guy, blond, skinny and hairy, an artist with paint-stained hands, picked it up out of courtesy. But it wasn't his. He hadn't ordered anything.

He opened it out of curiosity.

Inside, a pair of dark underwear. Dark gray, worn-out, battered. Stains from who knows what. A strong smell, of sweat and musk, that filled his nostrils.

His body reacted. A shiver. Goosebumps. His fingers trembling.

He held them in his hands. They were warm. Too warm. As if someone had just taken them off. The fabric was rough, worn, soaked with masculine smells.

The longer he held them, the more he wanted them.

"Just to try them..." He murmured, without realizing it.

He took off his light-colored boxer briefs. He put on the dark gray ones.

The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Damp. As if someone had worn them before him. A stranger's sweat on his skin. The smell surrounding him.

"Ah..."

A moan. His voice was changing.

His jaw snapped. It widened. His chin became massive. His beard began to sprout, thick, dark. The hairless, delicate face disappeared. Now dark hair covered his cheeks, chin, and upper lip.

His hair. His blond hair began to darken. Brown, then dark brown. Wilder, thicker.

"AH! WHAT..."

His body. His skinny body began to swell. His muscles exploded. His biceps grew, enormous. His triceps became defined. His pectorals lifted, becoming two massive plates.

His shoulders widened, his back arched, his lats expanded. His waist narrowed, his abs emerged one by one, carved like stones.

Sweat poured copiously. From his forehead, his chest, his arms.

His armpits. He felt his armpits itching. The hair thickened, becoming wild, black. The smell of sweat grew stronger. Smelly. Masculine. Animalistic.

His arms. On his now-taut skin, tattoos began to appear. Dark, tribal designs wrapping around his biceps, triceps, and forearms. Thick, geometric lines that emphasized his muscles.

"AH! AH! YES..."

His body swelled even more. His thighs exploded, his quadriceps became columns, his calves enormous. His buttocks lifted, two hard and firm spheres.

His penis. He felt his penis growing. Lengthening. Becoming enormous. Thick. Heavy.

He looked down. The dark gray underwear was stretched to the limit. The bulge was enormous, long, the shape of his cock pressing against the fabric clearly visible. It was extremely long.

"Ah... fuck..." He moaned, his voice deep and hoarse.

His hands moved down to the bulge. He could feel it pulsing. Hard. Constantly erect.

The desire. An animalistic desire. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to show his body. He wanted to be seen, admired, desired.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

He was no longer himself.

He was a gym bro. Enormous. Massive pectorals, six-pack abs, tattooed and veiny arms. His thick beard framed his chiseled jaw. His hairy armpits smelled of masculine sweat.

He was perfect.

He flexed his biceps. The muscle swelled, monstrous. The tattoos moved with the flesh.

"Yes..." He murmured. "The gym. I have to go to the gym."

The thought was fixed. Only muscles. Only mass. Only becoming bigger.

He touched his bulge. It was long, hard. His hand caressed it. He felt pleasure.

"Every night..." He whispered. "Every night a different person. Everyone wants this."

His body was a weapon. The dark, dirty, smelly underwear was his calling card.

He showed off his chest. His pectorals swelled. Black hair covered them, sparse but thick.

"Perfect," he said. "I'm perfect."

His brain now thought of only one thing: gaining mass. And fucking. Always. With anyone.

His long cock pressed against the dark underwear, damp with sweat and desire.

"Tonight..." He smiled. A backpack over his shoulder, the gym was waiting for him. And afterward, someone.

Always someone.

[hairy-bothered]

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ARAB HIMBO VIRUS (part 1)

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Milo needed a pick me up. My gay best friend, my roommate, the guy I had known since eighth grade had just gone through a terrible breakup and needed to not think right now. Now I need to preface this: while he was my gay best friend I didn’t know shit about the gay world, it was an entirely different ecosystem, a different universe to what I understood. Hell the first time Milo showed me grindr and I saw that you could see how far away dudes were by feet I was out. They were crazy freaky like that. But I didn’t play about my boy Milo and that jackass Marcus broke his heart deserved to get his ass whoop. But I was told to play nice so this was the next best thing.

Help my gay best friend get some dick and make Marcus jealous. Now Milo would never tell me he was a bottom but just by looking at him that he was the one who took dick. Whether it was the well manicured hands, the flawless skin and always done hair. Or if it was his slim build, thick ass and tiny waist, all of him screamed “ I need dick “ and with those plump lips he was gonna get some tonight at the club. I had googled the closest gay bar on campus and found that we had more than a few so I just found the highest starred one hoping that he would have a good time. I didn’t know if had drag shows, or gogoboys or even what it looked like!

It took us way longer to get ready though because Milo was in a mood, changing out of every outfit, too self conscious and in his own head. When he finally settled for a mesh top and booty shorts (that he had originally picked out) we were finally out the door. He had tried to run back in to change but I made sure he didn't. He looked great. He looked fuckable, if he was a chick I’d tap that.

“Jason , like I said, you don’t have to do this? I know it's not really your scene!" Milo was being so sweet as we ubered our way there. I felt bad for the little guy, trying to make me feel good even though this was supposed to be his night! He always put others first, always, so i wanted to try and do this for him. He was like one of the most important people in my life, he deserved the same equal treatment he gave.

“Oh Come on milo, I’m here to be your wing man and get you some. Don’t worry about me, worry about whose dick you're going to be bouncing on!” I give him a quick shoulder punch and smile. He makes this aghast face, the same one he always makes when I rightfully accuse him of being a bottom. I mean I could totally see him literally bouncing up and down on a guy.

“These bottom allegations are getting fucking old dude. Just cause I’m femme doesn’t mean I'm only a bottom!” He says, quietly probably because he doesn't like the fact another person can hear us.

“ONLY, so you do bottom, so glad we finally admitted that, even if it's only partial.” I had to be a dick, it made him smile and laugh. I remember when we had come out to me, it was one of the few times he had been so serious and scared. It was so unlike him, but he was nervous and scared it would change things, that I would hate him or seem him different, as lesser. But Milo wasn’t lesser than me, no, far from it. Of course I had to ask if he had a crush on me, I couldn’t resist but Milo stated firmly that no, never me, we were always going to be friends in his mind. It hurt my ego but it was very sweet and made me love that dweeb all the more for it. How could I not when he got all sappy like that.

It's why when I got into the bar, all those eyes turned to look at me because let's face it I was hot. The perfect all american jock at 6’2 with clear skin. I wasn’t some muscle beast but I kept myself in shape, never missing arm day, babes always loved and commented on them and even Milo would every once in a while. The rest of me was perfectly proportional to make sure I was balanced out. I had the face, perfect nose, thick lips and maintained eyebrows, I did my hair like tiktok suggested, wore nice fitting clothes that hugged my body and ABSOLUTELY SHOWED OFF THE STAR OF THE SHOW. Which of course was my raging six inches of pure pleasure. I loved getting to rail some blonde bimbo when I had the apartment to myself, sure do I wish I was less considerate of my roommate. Sometimes it gets me laid more often but he also lived there.

All of this to say that I was definitely the belle of the ball here, most of the guys tracking my every move as we made our way, some of them catching the vibe immediately that I was straight, and half of them weren’t even deterred. I would be drinking for free tonight that was sure, and hopefully because a lot of eyes were on me, more eyes would be on Milo as he stuck nearby me, he at first was saying it was just to make sure I was comfortable but I could tell that my bottom of a best friend was really nervous to.

“Listen, if you're not careful, all that primo dick is going to think we're together and then you aren’t going to get ANY, is that really what you want?”.  It was a genuine question with a dose of my disarming humor, I was down to just hang out but Milo had to get out there if he wanted any shot of getting over his ex. He was a hot twinky bottom or whatever he was called. His tight thin body, short stature, smooth skin and an ass to die for. If he had long hair and tits he would be perfect for me to fuck the shit out of. It had crossed my mind super crossfaded one time but I was too straight for that.

I could see him squirm a little, maybe it was hitting a different type of nerve. Maybe I have pushed him too quickly to go out and do something. But I see him shake his head back and forth like he is snapping himself out of it and he lets out a big brave sigh and chirpy smile looking up at me. That positivity that was somewhat forced but still so fucking radiant, you couldn’t help but admire it.

“I get what you're saying, you try and find a “SAFE SPACE” in here, I think I see a few other bros walking around. Maybe you guys can go on pussy patrol if I end up snagging some ass!” He pointedly says ass making sure he ASSERTS he could top tonight, his hand pointing out some jacked dudes entering the bar. All the men tan, shirtless with giant muscles showcased and on display for everyone to stare and gawk at. Sweaty, musky i could see the twinks and other gays turning their noses, face scrunching up as they got near em, before they shook it off, their expressions changing back. Or maybe they looked super giggly. I couldn't exactly tell I didn't know gay boy baselines, their tongues lulled out, their posture shifted almost like they were leaning closer to the smell. Some of them looked like dogs and puppies after, hungry animals waiting for their masters… that was an odd thought. Too bad none of them would be scoring anything by the looks of those men.

The idea of straight guys having a safe space in a gay bar or club made me laugh, so when Milo walked away I thought sure why not try and shoot the shit with these guys. Didn’t matter the background, a bro is a bro, and if they went to the gym like these guys did they were definitely going to be bros. They might be gay and maybe I could bring them back for Milo, I knew he had a thing for middle eastern men and they could definitely put that ass to work. God I was getting too involved in this shit I needed to get pussy as soon as possible and maybe these guys were an answer for me too. Hell even if they weren’t I could always use more guy friends.

I approached them slowly, I took note of their gait, their posture. When they walked it was this wide legged swagger walk, like their bulge pushed their legs farther apart standing up. It was cocky, arrogant like they owned the place. They were standing perfectly upright, straight with no hint of slouching. Their eyes scanned the area as they slowly, “subtly” flexed, drawing people in. Now that I was closer I could smell them, even from fifteen feet away it was strong. MASCULINE, overpowering musk wafting in the air going right into my nose. It made my brain feel foggy, my movements felt more sluggish. It made me take a deeper whiff as I felt the pull and tug to get more. They had stopped at some point, standing with drinks. Some glazed eye twink got them before literally bowing his head like they owned him or something. Their eyes landed on me and it was like they were staring directly into my soul.

They said something to that twink, I couldn’t understand them, they were speaking some other language from english but I could tell by how they said it, it was derogatory. Hell the older brother i think even spit as he said something to the twink. The twin actually bent all the way down to the floor to lick it up. Fuck i knew this was a gay club, but getting this freaky in public was crazy especially for someone who probably just called you a slur. I should speak up, should say something…. BECAUSE I ADMIRED THEM?! What no i don’t, I mean they were big. 

I had never seen men so huge, their muscles all glistening under the light, that coupled with the smell that I couldn’t help but follow, it made me dazed, confused. I couldn’t stop myself from getting right in front of them, not to engage, not to say something to tell them to respect these people and their space, my head immediately scanning between the shirtless masculine gods, mouth watering in a  way it never did before. They seemed to a quick scan of me, an up and down taking in my entire form, while I wore more clothes I was still fit enough to maybe compete with them - How can you compete with perfection- who the fuck, why am I calling a man perfect -just take another whiff- fuck that was a good idea.

There was this voice in my head, it sounded like mine, but more sleepy, lustful and deeper. Almost commanding if it wasn’t so calm, it disarmed me, made good points. I took a deep whiff, my shoulders relaxing, vision blurring for a second before the men spoke. Their voices are so clear, easily louder than the nonsensical gay music playing. Don’t listen to that dribble, thats for lesser men, for fa- What the fuck were these thoughts. 

Its like the closer I got to them, the more I breathed in their musk the harder it was to think. My nose, my skin, it was all burning. My face even felt sweaty, like I was catching some sort of sickness, some virus by being exposed to them. God what was happening to me?

“It seems we have another convert! Brother, is it your turn or mine?” The taller one, with the bushier beard asks turning to his brother? I mean they looked alike, I wasn't one to just assume anything but they seemed more related then bros. Their faces were almost mirrors of each other, it honestly WAS SO HOT? Think of how masculine their faces were, the way their perfect jawlines and strong noses were framed by facial hair. Their deep, dark brown eyes just pulled you in close. I saw his Brother who called him Ahmed just smiled. A smile that could send anyone into a daze from how perfect it was… THEY WERE PERFECT.

“You got the fags at the door, my turn with the man Ahmed!” His eyes pull me in close, his arms go over his head and this strong, desecrated decadent musk blasted from his pits as his biceps flexed over his head. It was like a gym AND locker rooms were distilled into one man then that man had raunchy sex for hours. My eyes watered as my nose took a DEEP inhale. My feet directly in front of him now were unable to stop myself as he used one hand to pull my face right into his pit. My eyes no longer blurry, or glazed. A brief moment of clarity, much too late as the shock doesn’t stop the effect. This deep heady scent chokes me out, taking over my airwaves and brain as my eyes clothes. The last real thoughts I had. My own real thoughts are what the fuck is this gay shit, i should beat their asse-

His hands in my hair felt nice. The way that my long… long? Was my hair long? Nah i always got a fade yeah, the way his strong hand felt going through my fresh cut felt amazing. My deep black hair felt amazing especially as he got a tighter grip. My nose fully smooshed into his pit, as my hands immediately went to feeling up his perfect, sweaty body, his trim waist that led up to perfect pillowy pectorals was wonderful to grab onto. I felt my mouth fall open, my tongue lulling out against my will, my thoughts too disoriented to control any part of my body. I began lapping away at his armpit, my hands moving up his cobblestoned abs as my own body began grinding into him. Wanting to be as close as physically possible, it was the only way I was going to feel better.

“Good start Adheem, his hair is already up to standard, but he is much too pale!” Ahmed groans, his hand moving across my body. This flush heat fills me up, this deep, pulsing pleasure arching through me. That heat that started all of this even more present, a virus taking over my body, rapidly changing me into one of them. My skin, this pale white starts to deepen, till it's no longer sun kissed, but bronzed. I feel my lips plumping as I start to make out with this man's dense, bushy, delicious pit, my nose widening as I take deeper inhales. My eyes, once green start to darken, the glazed look getting stronger as my cheek bones rise. My eyebrows get bushier as my face, my new, handsome, strong, masculine face is covered with a thick layer of sweat, permanently marking me with this incredible musk. Seeping deep into my pores, never letting me go.

“Brother, he’s almost big enough already, should we indulge?” Their voices ringing, I feel Ahmed move my face from his brothers right pit to the left, worshipping, and licking this one clean. I could hear satisfied grains. The feeling of pin pricks across my face as facial hair grew till I had a perfectly groomed beard. It would tickle any sluts' skin as I took them for myself. My tongue lapping more at my brothers… brother?! My brothers pit at the thought of driving some whore crazy with just my tongue.

“Why yes, yes indulge, it's our night out! It’ll just take more of his mind!” I took a deeper whiff, my mind pulsing, on fire, eyes glazing further as I felt everything in my body start to snap, and crack. My bones become longer, more dense, nerve endings more sensitive, electric. My spine elongates as my height grows, my head and neck leaning further down to stay underneath my new brother's arm. Memories, a whole life that I once lived was flowing down from my brains and into my balls. As images of the new me, the me my new bros, my brothers, were creating started to take its place. No more education, just lifting, partying,. Fucking and spreading a gospel and hierarchy that I would enforce everywhere I went. One slut and fag at a time… fagg… I don't say that. My best friend, my roommate was.. A FAG! 

Memories of college, of my desires, the girls I had dated, my gay best friend miles caught in the fire and were turning into ash. My back and shoulders broadened as my chest heaved forward. Two mountainous pecs appearing like slabs of muscle, my abs become more defined, popping up till I have an eight pack. My shirt rips apart as my biceps finally bring them to the edge, bulging biceps with veins that could easily be small snakes. My back was incredibly defined, arching as my ass grew to perfect globes, as ass that you could bounce quarters off of. An ass that No fag would ever touch if he knew what was good for him…. Fuck what am I thinking. I was thinking the truth for once brother.

I could hear my new family, my band of brothers speaking above me but they were muffled. My hands feeling up their muscles as I fully just gave in… I had to give.. Give nothing, there were still things to fight for. To believe in I could… I could PULSE.

 Pushing the denim of my pants to their limit, my member, something no woman had ever complained about got hard. Harder than it ever did, leaking precum as it started to grow, snaking down my pant leg as it went from a solid six inches… Fuck a big pair of bouncing boobs… seven inches… fake dsls choking on it… eight inches… fuck a fag on his knees worshipping it… fuck not… nine inches…. Not gay… wouldnt call … fuck milo belongs down there… ten inches….. Fucking fag pretending…. Pretending to be a man… be a person… just a fucking… eleven inches… a fucking hole for real men to use… God Brain on fire.. Can’t give in…. Fuck so close… Milo on knees.. Serving real.. 12 Inches of man meat pulsing in briefs that are clinging onto me by threads…. SERVING REAL ARAB MEN…13 INCHES ready to breed and cunt bitches lesser than me.

As I came up for air from my brother's pits, his musk, my musk mingling in the air I knew my purpose, the purpose I had been given and would fulfill. A need to assert the hierarchy and put the men in this bar, in this city in their place beneath me and my brothers. My slick with sweat skin glistened in the club's light, my hormones raging in my body and my mind muddled with an endless urge to dominate, consume and breed. My past, the pathetic life I had lived before brewing in my balls waiting for me to expel it in the first bitch I’d make tonight, and I knew exactly who.

“Welcome Brother Nassim!” Ahmed pats me on the back stating my new name, his sturdy hand making a thud against the wall of muscle I had become, a big, shit eating grin crossing his face as I don’t even show a sign of being phased. His strength possibly paled to mine with the conditioning they’d done. I took note of the fags, the bois they had collected around them, different degenerates instages of submission, clothes disheveled or tighter on them, their body’s becoming physically more fit but also compact, shorter then us. They were lesser men, their stature should fit that, lean and small. My new name fit me just right and so would everything else.

“Yes Nassim, I'm sure you already have a target in mind, someone you wish to serve you?” My other brother said. He wasn’t wrong my thoughts drifted to my faggot, the one I had brought with me to this sin pit. The one who I had cared for deeply. That care was still there, twisted, no not twisted, fixed. Instead of viewing him under some false pretense and letting him believe he was something he was not. I would show him the way, it was my right and it should be me and not some other alpha, I wouldn't allow it no matter how much I cared for my brethren. Milo was MINE to claim.

“Yes brothers I’ll find you after I’ve claimed my prize!” Milo wasn’t a person to me anymore, his body, his holes, they were objects to use for my pleasure and I would make them so. There would be no doubt in his empty little head when I was done with him about what his purpose was. Flashes of him claiming to be a top, him insisting that he wasn’t just a bottom flash through my head, all of it irritating me. All of it fueling my steps, each one a loud stomp on the club floors, my musk, wafting from my own hairy, sweaty pits attracting onlookers. Men of various shapes… no not men, fags all staring at me before their eyes grow glossy, minds more malleable, waiting to be tamed. They’d get their turn, just not yet. Not till Milo.

It took me a second to find him, he was on the other end of the club, at a smaller bar, talking to some tall muscular white BOI. A pathetic excuse of muscles, wasted on someone who would never be able to use it the way it was intended. I decided to raise both my arms up, both fags almost immediate, sniff the air. Their heads shaking as eyes start to glaze. Milo, smart, especially for a faggot looks around for the source, i can tell from his face, the lack of a slacked jaw that he thinks something is wrong. I can’t help but smirk. Our eyes meet, a part of him thinks he recognizes me, but dismisses it, he has never met this form. But after tonight he wouldn’t remember a life without it.

“MOVE” I tell the obstacle, I can see his eyes glaze further, his face trying to press against the hot, sweaty, musky skin of my pecs. To feel the hairs on his face as he takes deep long whiffs of my musk. But my commandment is law and he moves across the room. Milo looks at me, both in horror and awe. My deep gruff voice stirring something within him that I can’t help but chuckle at. His pants, those booty shorts he wore to get attention, obviously only my attention, which were pathetic, bright and too tight show exactly what effect I have on him. His pathetic… why isn’t it smaller, it was like seven fucking inches, that bottom had a bigger dick then i did originally? THIS HAD TO CHANGE!

“Who are … what… what is happening?!” He asks as I get right in front of him, invading whatever pathetic personal space he has. I can see his beautiful brown eyes looking up into mine. So submissive and slutty already. I can’t wait to make them glaze over and roll into the back of his head. Make him into a dumb mindless slut, an object, a toy to play and fuck and use.

“Its me baby, can’t you see NASSIM!” the word rings out of my mouth, my voice light as I move my hands over him, before they settle on the small of his back. His tight, lean body is perfect to hold. Calling him baby makes him blush, he’s moving in closer, his breath on my chest. It was heavy, desperate, he looked so confused, pathetic, cute.

“Nassim… i dont… i don’t know a Nassim? Who… who are you?” His hands found their way to my shoulders, slowly, sweetly massaging them. My hands went down to his ass, his tight short shorts left nothing to the imagination as I grasped them. Fingers digging into the fabric and supple flesh, my sweaty fingers sinking into him. He lets out a soft moan as I pull him closer, smearing his face, his open mouth against my pecs. My musk seeping deeper into his pores, he can’t help but moan against me.

“But Habibi, of course you do, you live with me!” The pet name falls out of my lips so naturally, to call him something so sweet is wrong, but I’m happy its me who shows him his place. That I get to have this moment and all that it leads up to. To see his eyes go wider, as memories of me flash through his head, all conflicting with who I am now, till they start to burn away, fueling the thing in me, this virus of masculinity and hierarchy. I can see him try to push off of me. Try to use what pathetic little strength he has to get away but soon his hands stop pushing or shoving and start groping, traveling down my body tweaking my nipples and then tracing my abs

His eyes fully glaze as he mutters away, everything unintelligible, moans slipping out more as my fingers find their way under his shorts, one hand in the front, the other in the back. My hand slick with my sweat as I grip his lengthy cock. I can feel it PULSE in my hands, his member, hot, throbbing, but as I squeeze, he lets out this guttural moan and its length starts to shorten. His once girthy, above average package retreats inch by inch. Leaking precum the entire time as everything he once was starts to get stored down in his balls. Till there is nothing left but a pathetic nub, less then one inch and a constant leaking faucet of precum. The entire time my fingers frantically search between his now plumping cheeks. His hole winking, inviting my fingers in as he thrusts back. My mouth right next to his ear as I’m whispering obscenities to corrupt his mind.

Telling him his place below me, his need to serve me. How we were never equals, never friends. He was just a hole, a plaything, a thing to please and serve me whenever I needed. His hands got more voracious, moving down to my tight denim jeans, ripping them down as I continued to subjugate his mind. Muttered protests leaving his lips for the last time as he sinks to his knees.

His teeth pulling off my underwear, my cock smacking him across the face smearing hot precum on his cheeks and lips. Those lips plumping up, his body, the mutation, whatever it was that changed me making him the perfect pathetic plaything for me. Not some alpha, no it worked different on fags, it made them servants. God I loved this life.

Seeing him lick his face clean before asking “master, master please can i suck you? Please!”His eyes slutty, glazed over, lost in the fog of submission, looking up at me on his knees. My hands fell to his hair, resting gently on his head as I smirked and nodded at him. My eyes then trailing down to that ass of his, how it was barely contained by that embarrassment of fabric. That would be for later.

He gently grabbed my cock with his hands, reverently holding it before bringing his lips to meet my cock head. Slowly, sensually kissing it, his hands gliding along my slick shaft as he starts to move around, my shaft getting a few kisses before he quickly licks my balls making me shudder. His tongue then laps up and down my cock before it wraps around the head. His mind fully gone as he kisses it one last time, his teeth not even a threat (why would he ever be able to harm his master, they are perfectly behind his lips as he slides all the way down my monster schlong. My fuckstick makes his throat distend as he gets all the way to the hilt. My hands grab the side of his head as my eyes roll back, my instincts taking over.

“FUCK SLUT!” My voice a deep growl as I pull him almost all the way off before thrusting all the way back in. No ga reflex, just moans as I thrust in and out of this faggot. Skull fucking him as both of us give in to this new life, both our balls full, my ready to shoot load after load down his vibrating, milking throat from dominating him. He was getting off from being used, getting ready to cum hands free from being throat fucked and dominated, sealing his fate.

With a few more final thrusts I let out a deep moan before shoving myself so far down his throat, his nose smashed against my pubes, my musk frying his new brain as I fire load after load. At least twelve beautiful loads claimed him as he fired off his pathetic load sealing his fate. His body shuddered, not wanting to let go of my cock but also needing air. 

I was benevolent, I pulled out of his gasping, needy throat, much to his whimpering disappointment and let him breath. His shorts stained, his shirt ruined from the sweat and saliva. His hair absolutely messed up from my rough play but he was delicious this way on his knees. Especially since there was not a single ounce of cum outside his lips. We had attracted so much attention at the bar, so many faggots drawn to our scene desperate to even get a look at the privilege I had just given my favorite slut. They would serve me, and maybe a few of them would EARN it. But they would all learn who was in charge, and who got what they wanted.

Me and my brothers.

[gay-possession-stories]

SOUNDS PERFECT

"How long can you hold a possession " I asked my boyfriend while sitting up in bed.

"It depends on the will of the other" he answered " this guy is pretty strong. I might be able to hold another hour or so. "

"What would it take for this guy to be permanent?" I asked. He grinned at me.

"You really hate this guy don't you? " he said.

"He has been awful at work." I started " calling me the office faggot. And he only gets away with it because he is the CEO's son. I know you have been visiting the office in your ghost form. He is the worst. The problem is he is so damn hot." I began sucking on his toe

"I have" he said "his father isn't happy about the way he has been either. Wishes he would change"

"See, it's better if you do it" I told him

"You have to understand something though" he said "for me to do a full takeover, I will have to mix my essence with his body. It will force him in the back of his mind. He will be in his subconscious forever. Watching us forever. You will take his life away. Do you want to be responsible for that? "

I thought about it for a few minutes and reached my decision

"Yes" I said "I think you would do better as him"

He took my hand

"Ok" he said "bare with me, it's going to get weird. Just step back and wait till I say im done."

I gave him a kiss and got off the bed. He laid back and closed his eyes. I saw him began to shake and convulse a few times. His eyes opened

"What the fuck is going on? " he said

"Sorry buddy" he said again "but im taking this body" he began grunt and straining

"No"he said "it's my body, you can't have it."

"Yes I can" he said " and im going to live happily with my partner here"

"No" he said "I'm not a faggot, you can't make me a faggot!!!"

"Yes I can and will"

"No, stop. You will pay for this. Oh God what's happening"

He convulsed a few more times and stopped. He looked dead for a minute. I wasn't sure if he was breathing. Then he took a big breathe and looked at me.

"It's done" he said "I'm in complete control, no longer temporary control. I was afraid his will would have been too strong. But it's like his body welcomed me. I think it wanted a change too"

"That's amazing" I said and gave him a hug on the bed. He kissed me.

"Now" he said "let's have sex again. I will have more fun now that I have full control"

I smiled and we had the best night ever.

It's been great having Omar at work now. Im Manny now, not the office faggot. We started going to the gym together.

Halloween parties

He went to his new dad and apologized for his behaviour. Promised to make a change. Came out as gay, explaining that's why he was so awful. His dad excepted him with open arms. I got introduced as his boyfriend. A year later we were married.

His dad happier then ever to see his son change for the better and finally settling down, retired and gave him the CEO position. Im now his assistant and loving it. We take long lunches and fuck aggressively in his office. Life couldn't be better.

He turned to me while we stared out the window

"So honey" he said "do you ever regret your decision"

"Not one damn bit" I said with no hesitation.

He smirked "Me neither" then he kissed me.

He looked at his watch

"Let's wrap up early today, I wanna go home, fuck, and cuddle with my husband" he said

I looked at him and smiled

"Sounds perfect"

[verus-veritas]

A Part of Him

Some would say it’s unethical, others would only dream to experience what I just did. Nonetheless, no one can deny the fact nor reverse what I’ve just done. Let me explain: 

I’ve always had an unhealthy obsession with my older step-brother Alec. Even though I hated the way he talked to me just because I was one year younger than him and the way he tended to drawl some of his words, there was no denying the fact that I absolutely lusted after his life and body. He was popular among his workmates, had a big group of friends, and easily hooked up with any men or women he laid his eyes on. His body though, oh don’t get me started on that… He was just perfect in every way; thick bones, bulging muscles, hair growing on the perfect spots on his body, handsome face with the whitest of smiles and a musky body odour which could put anyone on their knees. And anyone lucky enough to be on their knees would get a view of the massively thick cock he flopped around with everywhere (I would know cause he always forgot to lock the bathroom door when we still lived under the same roof).

Anyways, even though it’s been a few years since I last saw him I still thought of him now and then… Well, more than I really should have… I constantly followed him on social medias and made sure to always congratulate him on his birthday even though he usually never answered. Sometimes I wished I could’ve been there for him and be a more important part of his life, you know…

Which leads to the next part of my story: You see, as a last project for my science Master’s Degree I was tasked with proving a theory true or false. In my case, it was about the fluidity of the human consciousness. Basically it involved theories such as; the consciousness moving on after death, babies not being born with it, or out of body experiences… Yeah, you probably get what I’m going with this. Suffice to say, after months and months of research, book-reading and sleepless nights, it all changed when I came upon an old dusty occult book in the university library which granted me a special power - A power which could separate my consciousness from my body and let it roam freely. Some would probably call this Astral Projection. All it took was a drop of my blood and then burn it together with the page of instructions. Guess that meant this power wasn’t meant to the shared.

Needless to say, it took me a few times practicing separating my consciousness from my body before I became confident enough to fully give it a try; to give my step-brother Alec a try. It really wasn’t hard. All I had to do was focus intently on his apartment and I soon found my consciousness fly at the speed of light towards it. I found myself phase through all the walls, all the buildings and even other people before I came to a halt. And there he was, lazily playing some TV-game and chilling on the couch. Jeez, he barely had to workout or properly groom himself, yet he still always looked so incredibly hot. He really was born with perfect genes… genes I couldn’t wait to try on… So I focused myself once again intently at his body and slowly felt my consciousness sink into his body. Anyone looking in would have seen Alec suddenly drop his controller, go wide-eyed, before fainting. I few seconds later Alec opened his eyes again, well… I opened his eyes. After finding a way to safely push Alec’s consciousness into the back of his mind, I was now in control of his amazing body. You can betcha I spent at least a few hours in his bathroom fully inspecting his body, another few hours in his bedroom “utilizing” his body for all it’s worth, and then the last hour back on the couch to bask in his overexerted body’s sweaty musk. I was really sad to leave, but knew I had to be back in my own body before the library closed. Lest I wanted people to start worrying about my comatose body. Anyways, I was really glad to see Alec waking up shortly after and having no idea what happened to the rest of his day, why he was so sweaty and sticky, and how all his underwear in the bedroom were now stained with his own cum. I could only chuckle before leaving him to deal with the mess I’ve made.

That’s how it all started. There was just something so intoxicating about borrowing his body. Just being him for a few hours; to see his reflection as my own, hear his deep raspy voice instead of mine, to feel what he would feel when he had an orgasm. And that’s how it went from being a “one-time thing” to a “monthly visit”, a monthly which became a weekly, and a weekly now being two or three times a week… I even got as bold as to invite one of his old hook-ups over for some fun, only to find out the reason they didn’t do it anymore was because the other guy only topped now. Well… that certainly did not stop me, as I found myself on my back and enjoying getting Alec’s thick hairy ass plowed by another man. However, being in Alec’s bedroom, Alec’s bed, and getting ravaged in his sexy body while smelling his musk… awoke something in me and just fueled my desire for his body and life even more than what could be healthy.

That’s why the next evening, as I was once again “admiring” my step-brother Alec’s features in the mirror, I finally realized that what I wanted was more than just his body. It wasn’t just his thick arms, hairy chest or strong musk… No. What I truly wanted was what made him… Alec. It was his fears, his habits, his traumas, his memories, even his identity. And that’s important things I could never take away from him, not as long as I was just borrowing his body…

And that’s when I tried something completely crazy. In my frenzy and lust, I grabbed Alec’s hard leaking member which I had grown to love so much and began tugging at it, all while I stared deeply into his hazel brown eyes. I focused once again intently within myself, but this time I was dragging Alec’s consciousness out. I felt him wake up and begin slowing down the tugging of his member, wondering why he was masturbating in front of his own mirror. He also began to question who I was, obviously sensing the feeling of someone else inside his head. I paid him no mind though and continued pulling his consciousness towards me. He resisted, trying to keep us separated, so I took over more control over his body and sped up the tugging. As ecstasy washed over us I felt him temporarily lose control and slip. That’s all it took for me to pull my consciousness into his. My consciousness began flowing into his, burrowing and integrating mine deep within his. Soon enough I felt his consciousness closing in around me, embracing me and cocooning me in…

…

I felt myself blackout for a second before I woke up again. Finding my eyes closed, I opened them again to see that I had spewed my seed all over the mirror. My reflection looked somewhat unfamiliar, yet I knew that was the one I’ve had my whole life. My mind was reeling and I had to sit down and question what I had been doing in the first place. Fortunately it only took me a few minutes before I regained my composure and remembered who I really was; I was Alec’s step-brother who just integrated his consciousness into mine… I mean mine into his…

This is what I’ve always wanted, as I now knew everything he knew; The name of his childhood friend, how his favourite food tasted like, the song that had been stuck in his head for days, his favoured position in bed etc. But just as I had thought, I had still managed to keep some parts of myself intact; My sense of “self”, my obsession with this body and life, and all the memories related to my “consciousness hopping”. Being the one more experienced in handling with consciousnesses certainly helped me with taking the dominant position in mine and Alec’s mixture of consciousnesses. Thankfully so or else I would not have enjoyed the rest of the evening as I did - enjoying the “full package” of being my hot step-brother Alec.

…

Time completely flew by as I reveled in the fact that I was being truly Alec, doing things Alec normally did and not even having to think about it. I sat down and enjoyed the shit out of playing his favorite TV-game, I texted his friends and answered in ways only he could, and I of course spent a few times masturbating on his couch with thoughts of guys and gals Alec seemed to have the hots for. So enamoured was I by the experience and filtering through his memories that I completely forgot the time. Realizing the library was just about to close, I had to hurry back. So I walked into the bathroom and I gave my naked, hairy and sexy reflection one last look for the night before I began focusing hard on separating our consciousnesses apart. Then, all I had to do was push his consciousness back for a few seconds before flying back to my own comatose body in the library. I closed my eyes and focused on tearing us apart….. but nothing happened. I tried again… still nothing. A third time… absolutely freaking nothing. Somehow it just felt like I couldn’t get a grip on our consciousnesses. Like I didn’t even know what I was looking for. The back of my brain? A growing tumor?

“What the fuck is a consciousness anyway, like seriously…” I found myself saying out loud with a slightly frustrated drawl in my speech.

“OH FUCK!” I realized what I just said. Not only did I just talk exactly like Alec usually did, but I found myself not being able to fully comprehend the the concept of a “consciousness”. In fact, thinking about it bored me so much I started masturbating again just to get my mind off it. It couldn’t be… but perhaps… I began tugging at my thick member even fiercer. Perhaps… I had been so deeply integrated into Alec’s consciousness that I’ve even taken on his identity… If that’s so that would explain everything: I couldn’t unmerge our consciousnesses anymore because…

I was no longer me… the undergraduate who made a pact with an occult book and was granted special powers…

I’m… Alec… I’m my own step-brother Alec, who loves curry, watching soccer with with my dad, loves getting blow-jobs…

and have no fucking astral projection powers whatsoever!

As I realized I had completely and irreversibly become Alec, the long-time object of my obsession, I finally found myself explode with euphoria all over the reflection, my hairy chest and even my handsome face. I couldn’t stop cumming as my cock kept pulsating out load after load of my warm musky seed. Having never had such an amazing orgasm as Alec before, it almost brought me to my knees. Thankfully I managed to support myself against the sink, as I watched my euphoric, sweaty, and exhausted face stare back at me. I was fearful yet excited at the same time, as I realized my deepest and darkest desire had just come true; I had become my sexy step-brother Alec in every way possible. With a wickedly handsome grin on my face, I managed to moan a few breathless words out before fainting in a warm pool of my own musky cum.

“I’m… Alec… forever…”

*Thump*

[brossession-collection]

Another incredible beefy story by verus

[king-craftsman]

Growth Spurt

Tom Holland stumbled into his hotel room, stripping out of his shirt and bow tie after possibly the worst film premiere he’s ever had to endure. As an actor, he was used to sometimes being valued just by his looks. But he never thought he’d run into the director of the next Spider Man film or worse, that he’d ever meet such a critical director.

The new director told him he needed to “grow” more, to “stop being so lean” and that he thought Tom “would look better” for the next film. Apparently when they mean Peter is older in this one, they also mean he’s suddenly a bodybuilder, Tom thought to himself.

But he sighed, ever since that meeting the thought of going to the gym didn’t seem too bad. But there was no way that he was going to be able to do. He flopped down onto his couch after a tired day, rubbing his eyes.

“God, I don’t understand, my body is fine,” muttered Tom in frustration. “No reason for my body to be bigger, I don’t need to grow.” Tom’s pupils dilated as his lips quivered. He wanted to say or do something else but he couldn’t as he suddenly felt a warm energy burning away at him. The photographer’s words echoed in his head:

Grow.

And with it, Tom couldn’t stop the hot feeling surging throughout his feet, where he still had his socks on, he could begin to feel his feet feeling uncomfortably tight within their stretchy confines. The white socks began to bulge and shred slightly as Tom’s own feet started to feel thicker and thicker with every moment. He wanted to get up, to try and see what was going on, or even run away.

“What the hell is-” But as Tom stood up, all those thoughts suddenly erased as he felt an innumerable amount of pleasure from just letting his body be supporting by his behemoth feet, feeling the strength and power that they provide.

His soles continued to lengthen on and on to the point where they tore apart his socks leaving his large and bare size sixteen feet flopping on the ground. Tom panicked, looking down as he tried to move but as soon as he lifted one foot, it fell down. It felt so heavy…so hard to move.

“Oh god. Oh god, what’s happening to me?”

Grow.

“Sto-” Tom’s voice caught in a moan as he heard the deep echoing voice of the photographer reverberate through his mind. As he wondered if he could somehow get out of his, he watched as his own feet started to walk automatically towards his bathroom.

But with every step, a throbbing pleasure filled him as he could start to see his own jeans being pushed to their limit. His calves were growing meticulously thick, bigger and bigger to the point where Tom heard a rip and felt ultimate pleasure flood towards his cock at the feeling of being so big he could rip his clothes. His eyes widened.

“N-No stop- My body-”

Tom grunted as he could feel his thighs receiving the same treatment, growing so large and thick that the two of them almost touched with the way the muscles churned and added to his great hulking legs. His jeans now torn to shreds as his feet forced him to walk to the bathroom where he laid eyes on his own reflection, seeing his hulking body.

“Oh- Oh fuck at least my a-”

Grow.

Tom couldn’t even remember what he was going to say as he felt the next wave of pleasure hitting him, his cock was rock hard now as his own ass inflated and burst through his underwear. His abs that he took so much credit for began to grow deeper as they belonged to a much broader and taller chest. 

His entire back seemed to grow setting him on a new height entirely and to match his massive muscular legs. As his pectorals pushed forward, Tom felt a weight on the front of his chest, both hands falling over towards the bathroom counter as he could see his mirror.

“Fucking feels so fucking good!” grunted Tom as his own arms felt the next wave of growth, much like his own legs, his once thin arms began to bulk up gaining so much mass that it looked like he had been working out for years. “God…please…more!” Tom grunted, his voice deepening all the while as his hands sprawled over the counter, the fingers thickening and lengthening.

Grow.

Tom watched as his own face started to grow slightly, of course it was hard for his already chiselled face to somehow “grow muscular”, but he basked in the feeling of his own face growing larger. His own hair seemed lighter whilst he aged to his thirties, facial hair grew in and seemed to be a regular thing as his features grew even more handsome over his weather beaten skin. But that wasn’t the best part.

His seven inch cock was hard and throbbing as he looked down at it, unable to touch.

Grow.

Tom moaned as he watched his cock begin growing, inch after inch as it lengthened to the point where it grew to be ten inches long and throbbing.

Grow.

Tom felt his cock thickening, girth being added to his already long cock which began to thicken.

Grow.

Tom watched his cock throb and continue to hulk out.

Grow.

Tom wanted to cum.

Grow.

He continued to moan.

Grow.

He came.

Ribbon after ribbon of cum shot out of Tom Holland’s suddenly large cock as he felt himself losing his love and desire for acting, his prowess fading away as he began to feel dumber and dumber. Thoughts of the gym and workouts trickled in where everything else faded away and Tom now knew he belonged in a gym.

Much later, sitting down in the locker room he chugged down his protein shake enjoying the cool taste after he had a hard workout. But then he heard two voices.

“Yeah I think he’s in here.”

“Why would he be in here?”

“I don’t know, they just said Tom came out of his room and went to some gym he looked so-”

The two men froze as they stared as the new dumb muscular Adonis of Tom Holland, hardly believing themselves as Tom looked at the two skinny men who stared at him. He only smiled as his deep voice resounded around the room.

“Grow.”

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[pedro-reed]

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[oliverorsomething]

He Looks Like He’s Having Fun (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

Mason woke up with a small headache and a big problem. Two big problems, actually. One between his legs, and one lodged deep within his chest. His heart was pounding, his dick was throbbing, and, with the exception of his underwear, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stood up with some difficulty, and he felt heavier than usual. His head hit the lamp above the couch and he cursed under his breath.

He rubbed the sore spot on his head, and then he remembered exactly what he had done the previous day. He had swapped bodies with his jock roommate. His immediate reaction was excitement. He was in possession of the body of the hottest guy on campus, and he felt extremely powerful. He flexed his arms experimentally, trying to get used to the way this new body moved. It was unnerving. He seemed to hold so much untapped strength.

His attention was then drawn towards his lower body. Powerful legs, the size of his own head, with a crowning jewel that sat heavily between his thighs. He marveled at the road that the muscles of his abdomen carved straight towards his new dick. Like an arrow, pointing straight where he wanted to go.

He felt his new cock between his new hands. And for a second, he indulged in the foreign pleasure of exploring another man’s most intimate places. He felt like his crotch demanded his full attention, blood rushing to fill the monstrous appendage. He fondled it through the boxers he was wearing, and when that didn’t suffice, he took them off and started pumping.

It was almost as if his stolen body was telling him exactly what to do. He had never masturbated standing up before, or with two hands. Though, granted, he’d never had a dick big enough to require his two hands. It felt like second nature, and he loved every second of it. He closed his eyes and let the motion overtake him. He started thrusting his hips and grunting like an animal, like he had seen the real Ian do so many times. He understood now why Ian did this so god damn often. It felt good. Really good.

He came in ropes, letting go of a huge sigh he’d been holding. He opened his eyes again to see the victim of his reckless actions; he had coated the floor, and the pile of clean clothes he had been meaning to put away after he got Ian kicked out of the dorm.

Shit. He had completely forgotten about that. He sat on the couch, legs wide open, and tried to remember what the hell had happened the prior day. He had blurry memories of jacking off and listening to elevator music. He had failed to consider that, if he swapped bodies with Ian when he was high, he’d be in Ian’s intoxicated body. He remembered his plan, and his laptop, and he started scanning the room in hopes of finding it.

He failed to find the laptop, but he did spot a plastic bag with something that would have probably had gotten Ian kicked out, without needing to swap bodies. He cursed his stupid plan, and he cursed his stupid, brutish body. God, Ian was sexy. Like the guys that pose unnecessarily dramatically for those magazines no one buys anymore. He found a pair of boxers buried between the couch cushions, and decided to put them on. They were dirty, and they smelled strongly of sweat and balls, and that got him hard again. His dick called to him, like a siren.

He tried to quieten the impulse. He took some deep breaths and placed a hand on his borrowed, chiseled chest. Once he had somewhat drowned the sexual urges he noticed just how tired he felt. Like he could actually collapse right there, on the floor, right on top of his own fresh cum. Is this what Ian felt like every day? He spotted the joint he had dropped a couple of hours ago near one of the couch’s legs. And he felt an overwhelming urge to take a hit.

Mason had never tried drugs before. Alcohol, sure, he even had a fake ID, but pot? He mulled over the idea, and every second that passed, the urge worsened. The crawled towards the edge of the couch, and as he was about to reach it, the door opened with a loud thud.

Stay tuned for part 3.