Naamloos

[misctf]

So I’ve been taking a tour of a dairy farm today and the tour guide’s been eyeing me weirdly. Even stranger, I still haven’t seen any cows. They keep promising me I’ll meet them soon… Any idea what’s up with that?

Such a precarious situation. Perhaps the crumpled papers you found can give you some context:

Entry 1

I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how I got here.

The last thing I remember is the end of the farm tour. The guide... that guy with the small, mean eyes... said I was special. He said I was going to get a "behind-the-scenes" look. Then, I think I blacked out. I woke up in this room and I've been here ever since... Banging on the walls for hours, screaming for someone to let me out, but the workers just walk past. There are two of them standing right outside the door right now, talking like nothings wrong. It's making me sick.

One of them finally brought me a bowl of this thick, white sludge. I didn’t want to drink it, but I’m so thirsty, and my throat feels like it’s full of sawdust. It tasted weird... bland and chalky.

Fuck.

Why am I here? What do they want? Why won't the talk to me? If I can just keep my head clear, maybe I can find a way to break the lock when they come back to feed me.

I have to stay focused. I can’t let them see how scared I actually am.

Entry 2

I didn’t sleep at all last night. Every time I started to drift off, I heard that low, rumbling sound from down the hall... like a hum, or maybe someone grunting. It didn't sound human. I kept pressing my back against the wall, trying to stay as far from the door as possible.

I... I thought I was having a heart attack today. My chest feels... weird. There's this dull, throbbing ache right under my skin. Maybe its from how I was laying? Anxiety? Fuck... it just feels so heavy and sore. My nipples too... they feel sensitive. Whenever my shirt rubs against them, it sends this sharp, stinging sensation through my whole torso. It doesn't hurt, but it's definitely noticeable. It’s probably just irritation from the fabric; I’m probably just making it a bigger deal than it is because I’m so stressed out.

The workers came by again this morning. They didn't say a word, just slid another bowl of that sludge through the slot. I really tried not to drink it, but I’m starving, and my stomach feels like it’s eating itself. It went down so easily, almost like my body was craving it.

I checked the walls again. Still nothing. No windows, no cracks, no way to climb out. I tried to ask one of the workers what's going on, but he ignore me. Doesn't look like they'll be of any help.

Entry 3

My chest feels heavy. Really heavy. It’s not just a dull ache anymore... it’s like the muscle is actually pushing against the skin, stretching it tight. When I looked down this morning, it definitely looked swollen. Puffy and sore. I pressed on it to see and fuck it hurt so much I had to stop. Just this horrible achiness. I haven't touch it since.

I heard them talking today. The workers. They stopped right outside my room, acting like I wasn't even there.

"The new one is coming along fast," one of them said. "Look at the tissue development. He's going to be one of the best producers we've seen all season."

"Producer." That’s what they called me. What does that even mean? I wanted to scream at them, to ask what they were doing to me, but my voice just died in my throat. They didn't even acknowledge that I was listening; they just acted like I was some kind of animal they were grading.

I’m so scared. I keep trying to think clearly, trying to plan a way out, but my mind feels… fuzzy. Like I’m moving through water. I just want to go home. Please, I just want to wake up in my own bed.

Entry 4

They came in today. Three of them. I tried to back away, to scramble into the corner, but there’s nowhere to go in this steel box. They didn’t even argue. They just grabbed my clothes... my shirt, my pants... and tore them off like. I’ve been completely naked since. I’m trying to huddle up, knees to my chest, trying to cover myself with my arms, but my chest is so sensitive now that even the air in this room feels like it's stinging me. Every time I breathe, my nipples ache, like they're being pulled or pinched.

It’s humiliating. I just want to hide, but they keep staring.

Then, they brought the sludge. They didn't even put it in a bowl this time. One of them just threw it at me. It splashed all over my chest and arms. It’s so thick, so sticky. I was so disgusted at first, but I couldn't help it. I started licking it off my arm, and it… it tasted so good. I couldn't stop. I even licked it off the floor when it dripped down.

When I looked up, they were watching me, and they seemed so satisfied. Like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing. I noticed my arms while I was licking the stuff off. There’s hair growing, thick and dark, more than there was a day ago. Why is this happening to me? My head feels so heavy, like I can’t quite think straight, but I keep wanting more of that drink. I hate it, but I’m so hungry.

Entry 5

There's something wrong with my body. I woke up this morning to find my chest wet. I thought maybe I had spilled some of that sludge in my sleep, but then I felt it. A slow, warm trickling down my chest. It was coming from my nipples. They were leaking, a thin, white fluid that was matting into all this new, dark hair that’s sprouted across my chest.

Before I could even wrap my head around it, they came. They just dragged me out of the room. I felt so small, so exposed, as they marched me down the hallway.

They strapped me into a machine. It had these cold, metal cups that suctioned right onto my chest. I tried to fight them, I really did, but my muscles felt sluggish, heavy, and weak. When the machine turned on, a pulse of electricity or suction... I don’t know what it was... shot through me.

It was an overwhelming, jolting kind of pleasure. I arched my back, my breath hitching as the machine squeezed and pulled at me, forcing the white fluid out. I felt helpless, exposed, and utterly humiliated, but I couldn't stop the moan that ripped out of my throat. I heard the workers talking, their voices echoing off the tile walls.

"Look at that output."

"The volume is already exceeding the previous batch. He’s a natural."

"Customers are gonna love his milk."

"See how his pecs are already hardening? He’s going to be a prime producer. Keep the vacuum pressure steady, we don't want to over-tax the tissue this early."

They talked about me like I was a piece of equipment being calibrated. I just hung there, my head lolling back, completely unable to do anything but take the sensation. When they finally detached the cups, I felt lighter, like the heavy pressure that had been building for days had been drained away. I felt… relieved.

But it didn't last. By the time they dragged me back to my room and tossed me inside, I could already feel the throb starting again. The pressure is coming back, deeper and faster than before. I’m scared. I’m so, so scared, but I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt when they forced it out of me. What is happening to my head?

Entry 6

They moved me. I am in the big pen now. I thought it was just me, but... I was pushed into a giant room with the others.

God. God. What are they?

I am hiding in the corner. I don't want them to see me. I want to be small. But I am not small anymore. My chest is huge. It feels tight, stretched, like it’s going to pop. And the others… they are monsters. Men, but they aren't men. They're huge... hairy... They're just standing there, or crawling on the floor, drooling. One of them, he has these massive, sagging pecs, and he’s just… groping them. Pulling at them. Grunting.

I’m horrified. I tried to back away, but another one came over. He looked at me with these empty, glassy eyes. He reached out with thick, calloused fingers and poked at my chest. I screamed, but he just grunted and drooled on my shoulder. It was warm. Disgusting.

I heard the workers on the catwalk above.

"The herd is agitated," one says.

"They’re just getting used to the new producer," the other one laughs. "He looks frightened. Good. The adrenaline spike always makes the first week of production more potent."

"Look at him," they say, laughing. "He’s trying to stay human. It’s cute."

But I am a person. I am...

Why are they touching me? Why is it so hot in here? Why do I want to grunt back at them? My hands are shaking so bad I can hardly hold this pen. I need to get out. I need to get out now before I start acting like them. I don't want to be like them. I don't.

Entry 7

Everything feels so slow. My head... heavy. Like thick mud.

Machine again today. Dragged off. Everything is loud and bright. The workers are talking, talking, talking... words don't make sense. Sounds like noise. Just noise. They want the stuff. They always want the stuff.

The machine was hard. Fast. Pulled so much out. I felt... empty. But the good kind of empty. Back in the pen, it started again. Fast. Leaking down my chest. It’s sticky. Everything is sticky. My chest, my cock... So big...

Another one came over. A big one. He saw me leaking. He didn't look at my face, just my chest. He started pressing. Hard. Hands all over, kneading, squeezing. It hurt a little, but... it felt right. Helped me get more out.

I started helping him, too. Pressing into him. His chest is so big, so full. So hairy. His nipples taste... so good... We just sat there. Grunting.

Why am I doing this? I don't know. The pressure in my chest is better now. Just want to sit. Feel pecs... Just want to be close...

Entry 8

head hurt so bad. to much thort. chest is so big now. hevy. look down and just see pecs. hair everywhere thick and black.

the sweet drink come today. i lick it from floor. want more. allways want more.

the other ones touch me. grabed my meat. squeezeing. i leak and leak. i grunt at them. they grunt back. we just stand close. warm. it feel gud.

workers on wall laugh. make noised. i dont look up. dont care.

chest full again already. aching. hot. just want the hands to squeeze. want it out...

Entry 9

the big ones here now. hands all over... squeeze hard. pullin at my meat. i pull back. gruntin. mouth open. droolin on the floor.

big cock... he pushes inside me. squeeze my pecs. so much pleasure. so much ache. push. squeeze. empty out.

don't want to think. head quiet. just heat. just pressure. just hunger.

big hands. wet skin. thick heavy pecs. need to be squeezed.

need to leak.

more.

more.

more.

....................

Your hands tremble so violently that the paper crinkles, your fingers slick with the same sweet residue that still clings to your lips. You barely register the cramped, steel-walled pen they just tossed you into. Too busy trying to make sense of what you just read. Too distracted by the throbbing, achy pressure of your increasingly heavier pecs, where thick, dark hairs are already beginning to sprout and itch against your sensitive, stretching skin.

You glance back down at the scrawled note in your grip, but you're already having a hard time rereading the words.

A grunt breaks you out of your increasingly slower train of thought, and you look up to see one of them. His massive, hair-matted, leaking pecs blocking your view. His chest heaving with each guttural breath. His glassy eyes lock onto your chest. And as his calloused hand reaches out for your swollen, aching pecs, you don't recoil. You can't.

The room quickly fills with your own mindless, gutteral grunts.

[ravens-havenx]

Revenge most Epic

Marcus was a beast of a man and a serial abuser, he'd target young twinks and force them to take his massive dick until they bled, leaving them broken and scared out of relationship, so one day he hurt a good friend of mine a sweetheart named Toby.

No one hurts a friend of mine and especially not Toby who for one night let his dick get him into trouble. So I came up with a plan, seems Marcus was on the prowl again. I concocted a potion that Applied to a guys asshole would transform our douche of a guy into something fitting, I went undercover as a young twink transforming myself into his type.

Young, small and vulnerable. After he took me back to his place I lathered up my ass and when his dick barely touch my ass the changes began, he shrank, became hard yet mailable and his shape, lets just say he'd be satisfying more than men in his new form.

when we returned to the shop I had Toby hold him and show him his new form, not that he could talk but I did make sure he'd stay aware as he lived out his new life as a massive dildo/plug. It would take a real monster to take him now.

[horniestofhoes]

Camouflaged

My sister, god bless her heart, has awful taste in men. Every other month she’ll fall in love with some dickwad, then come crying to me about how he started treating her horribly, how he cheated and so on so forth. I don’t mind though, cause that means I have a target to change that has it coming anyways.

Take for example this new guy, Trevor. I can see in his file that he’s a huge, 6’2 180 pounds, misogynistic jerk from the army, coming from a long line of guys just like himself. Loves to chase ladies, pump n dump, even had a few kids lying around that he doesn’t know and probably wouldn’t care about. He’s just living his life being guided by his dick really, but I’m not gonna him walk away all fine after he messed with my family.

Just making some adjustments… and done! Now, he’s not exactly from the army anymore, cause the guys in there beat him up so hard a lot after his father forced him to go in order to “not be a faggot” that he had to leave. Now, he pursues his true passion: Dancing at a strip club, always wearing his camo uniform, of course. I also dolled him up a bit, cause since he’s not gonna be into ladies anymore, I might as well have some fun too! Smooth body, not capable of growing any body hair, blonde locks, cock sucking lips, a huuuuge butt, and I also doubled the size of his dick even though he’s not gonna be using it much now, just because. My sis is gonna love this when she sees it, haha!

[alternate-real-ities]

Subject IND1

This document reports the events that transpired during a controlled study conducted on [REDACTED], who consented to participate in our trial, to document the physiological, cognitive, and behavioural changes in a human subject infected with a new strain of the Asian Flu, here denominated by the acronym IND.

To help recording the results, Dr. Kenji Nakamura, the lead researcher, recorded his observations throughout the experiment.

The subject was a young caucasian male, with a lean build and average height. He was selected for the trial due to his good health and lack of pre-existing conditions. The experiment was conducted in a secure laboratory environment, with all necessary precautions taken to ensure the safety of the subject and the research team. Below you will find the transcription of his observations.

Audio transcriptions:

[Recording begins]

[00:00:06 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Kenji Nakamura, lead researcher on the Asian Flu IND strain project. Subject IND1 is now secured to the examination table. The strain has been already administered. Initial observations indicate a rapid increase in body temperature and heart rate. Subject appears agitated, but this is expected given the nature of the virus."

[00:00:25 Security] : "Dr. Nakamura, are you sure this is safe? Those restraints don't seem that sturdy."

[00:00:33 Nakamura] : "Yes, yes… I understand your concerns. But this is a controlled environment, and we have taken all necessary precautions. The subject is well behaved, in good health, and I will be closely monitoring his vitals."

[00:00:47 Security] : "Alright doc, if you need anything, just call us. We'll be awaiting further orders."

[00:00:54 Nakamura] : "Thank you."

[Door closes]

[00:01:02 Nakamura] : "I will now begin the examination. Subject IND1, can you hear me?"

[00:01:07 Subject IND1] : "Y-yes… I can hear you…"

[00:01:10 Nakamura] : "Good. I need you to remain calm. I will be monitoring your vitals closely. Please describe any sensations you are experiencing."

[00:01:18 Subject IND1] : "I… I feel hot… really hot… and my heart is racing…"

[00:01:23 Nakamura] : "That is expected. The virus is designed to increase metabolic activity. I will now take your temperature."

[00:01:30 Nakamura] : "Temperature is elevated to 39.5°C. Heart rate is 120 bpm. Subject's skin appears to be slightly flushed, and there is a noticeable increase in perspiration. I will continue the recording when the subject's condition changes."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[00:49:52 Nakamura] : "The subject appears to be more calm now. Heart rate has stabilized at 110 bpm. There is a slight increase in body hair on the chest and belly. Moreover, it appears that the subject's hair is darkening slightly. The perspiration still continues, but the subject seems to be more comfortable than before. I will now take a blood sample for analysis."

[00:50:10 Subject IND1] : "Doc… my head… I think I have a fever..."

[00:50:19 Nakamura] : "That's a common symptom with the flu. Do you feel anything else?"

[00:50:25 Subject IND1] : "I don't know how to explain it but… my chest feels tingly… and it's like there are invisible hands rubbing it."

[00:50:33 Nakamura] : "Invisible hands? That is interesting. I will note that down. Please continue to describe any sensations you are experiencing."

[00:50:42 Subject IND1] : "I feel… sick…"

[00:50:45 Nakamura] : "Do not worry, the mortality rate of this virus is less than 1%. I will keep monitoring your vitals from a distance. Thank you for your cooperation."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[01:34:17 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Nakamura again. About 45 minutes have passed since the last recording. The subject's skin tone has deepened to a light tan. There is a noticeable increase in body hair on the arms, legs, and face, which has darkened slightly."

[Muffled sounds]

[01:34:41 Nakamura] : "Subject IND1, can you hear me? Please try to focus."

[Muffled sounds]

[01:35:00 Nakamura] : "Hmm... the subject's pupils are dilated. He appears to be mumbling incoherently in his native tongue. Subject IND1, are you there?"

[Muffled sounds]

[01:35:17 Nakamura] : "It seems that the subject doesn't seem to be able to respond at this time. I can observe involuntary muscle fibers twitching. It also seems that his musculature is becoming more defined, his facial features seem more masculine than what they were an hour ago... I will continue to monitor his condition."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[02:15:43 Nakamura] : "Nakamura here. The subject's skin has darkened to a warm brown hue. There is a significant increase in muscle mass, particularly in the chest and arms. Facial features are changing further than before, with a more pronounced jawline and cheekbones. The subject appears to have developped stronger facial hair in the last 30 minutes."

[02:16:08 Subject IND1] : "Doc… I... why am I here again?"

[02:16:19 Nakamura] : "You are participating in a study, Subject IND1. Please try to focus. Can you describe any sensa-"

[Loud moan]

[02:16:32 Nakamura] : "Oh my... the subject appears to be experiencing a heightened state of arousal. This could be proof that the virus affects the hypothalamus. I can feel a strong odor emanating from him. It is quite intoxicating."

[02:16:50 Subject IND1] : "Doc… get me out of here…"

[02:16:56 Nakamura] : "I will do that as soon as I can. Please try to remain calm."

[02:17:05 Subject IND1] : "Fuck… my lul…cock… it feels heavier…"

[02:17:14 Nakamura] : "The subject appears to be developping an accent. Sentences are shorter. Abdominal muscles seem to be defined into an almost clear six-pack, covered by his growing body hair. Will report back later."

[Recording stops]

[Recording begins]

[03:12:37 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Nakamura, and I'm afraid I've lost track of the time. The subject's transformation appears to be complete. His skin has deepened to a rich ebony hue, and his features are distinctly Indian. He now possesses a broader nose, fuller lips, high cheekbones. A totally different masculine version of what he used to look like 3 hours ago."

[03:13:02 Subject IND1] : "Doctor…"

[03:13:06 Nakamura] : "Yes? What is it?"

[03:13:10 Subject IND1] : "Doctor… I need… I need you."

[03:13:19 Nakamura] : "It appears that the subject is feeling infactuated. This is likely the virus attempting to spread itself through intimate contact. His smell is stronger than before. There is a chance that his body started producing pheromones to attract other males. I can feel something only from his odor. I must remain focused on my work."

[03:13:52 Nakamura] : "I will now take a blood sample for analysis. How are you feeling, Subject IND1?"

[03:14:00 Subject IND1] : "I feel… good… bhai…

[03:14:05 Nakamura] : "The subject's speech incorporates Hindi words, interesting... There's an increased mass in the pectoral region, evident from closer inspection, covered by a thick layer of shiny sweat. This is trully a marvelous specimen to behold...

How did you get out of the restrain-"

[Struggling sounds]

[03:14:29 Subject IND1] : "Yes bro, take my smell…"

[Muffled screams]

[03:14:45 Subject IND1] : "You like my pits, don't you? I smell so good…"

[Recording cuts out]

The audio recording stops at this point.

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A security camera in the lab was able to capture the events that followed. The footage shows Subject IND1 breaking free from the restraints and approaching Dr. Nakamura, who appears to be in shock.

Dr. Nakamura's pleas were cut off as the transformed subject grabbed him roughly, holding him in his pits. The subject's powerful, muscular body pressed against Nakamura's, his broad chest leaving the doctor drenched in his sweat. We believe that a strong, musky aroma emanated from Subject IND1, based on our current data.

"Shh, just relax bhai," Subject IND1 purred in a deep, accented rumble. His large, calloused hands made quick work of the doctor's pants, yanking them down to his ankles and exposing his pale skin. "We're just 2 bros having some fun together… nothing wrong with that heh?

Subject IND1 hooked his thumbs into Nakamura's underwear and pulled them down, revealing the doctor's most intimate places. Nakamura whimpered, face flushed with unwanted arousal as the subject's thick, hard cock grinded against his ass cheeks, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum on his skin.

"Arre yaar, look at this tight little lund," Subject IND1 growled appreciatively. He then spat crudely into his palm, slicking up his massive, veiny shaft before notching the swollen head against Nakamura's quivering, virgin hole. With one brutal, deep thrust of his powerful hips, he buried himself balls-deep in the doctor's ass.

"AAAHHHNNN!" Nakamura screamed at the sudden intrusion, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the metal table as Subject IND1 began to move. The room filled with the obscene slap of flesh on flesh and the heady, musky scent of their coupling. Beads of sweat rolled down Nakamura's brow as his body struggled to adapt to the relentless pounding.

Then, suddenly, Subject IND1 grabbed Nakamura's hips and flipped him over onto his back. "Ride me, bhai," he commanded with a wicked grin, pulling the doctor on top of him. "Take what you need."

Nakamura gasped as he found himself straddling the subject's thick thighs, that massive cock spearing up into his guts. His own dick bobbed lewdly between them, drooling pre-cum onto Subject IND1's abs. As if in a trance, Nakamura began to move, hips rolling and bouncing on the subject's lap.

"Yes, just like that," Subject IND1 groaned, hands gripping Nakamura's waist hard enough to bruise as he thrust up to meet each downward grind. "Fuck yourself on my big Indian cock, bhai. Take your pleasure!"

Subject IND1's cock seemed to grow even larger inside Nakamura's stretched hole, veins pulsing as it pumped the doctor full of its virile, Indian essence. Nakamura could feel it, hot, thick and alive, changing him from within. His own dick throbbed almost painfully between his legs, swelling a bit, the head flaring and darkening like Subject IND1's.

Nakamura could only moan brokenly in response, eyes rolling back as he felt something powerful rising up inside him. His skin began to flush a deeper, richer brown, muscles swelling and hardening beneath the surface. Dark, coarse body hair started to sprout along his arms and legs, thickening with each passing second.

"FUCK!" Subject IND1 roared in Hindi, slamming up into Nakamura one last time as he exploded inside the doctor's ass. Nakamura screamed as the wave of transformation crashed over him, back arching like a bow as his skin deepened to a richer, ebony hue. His muscles swelled into hard, defined slabs, abdominals popping out in a perfect six-pack that glistened with sweat.

The musky scent of their coupling intensified, filling Nakamura's nostrils and clouding his mind with lust. Body hair continued to sprout across his chest and back, curling slightly as it darkened to a deep, glossy black. His nipples hardened into small, sensitive nubs.

Then, Subject IND1 gripped Nakamura's hips tighter, fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he began to thrust again, fucking the doctor throughout his transformation. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through Nakamura's body.

Nakamura's dick pulsed and twitched between them, growing longer and thicker with each passing second. The shaft thickened, veins and ridges forming along the surface as it darkened to a deep, ruddy brown. His balls swelled and tightened, churning with backed-up cum.

The room filled with the sounds of their grunts and moans. Nakamura could feel his mind changing too, thoughts shifting to the need to rut, to breed, to dominate… The doctor threw his head back and moaned. His skin rippled and shifted, the last traces of his old self melting away as he embraced his new identity - an Indian stud, strong and virile.

As the transformation reached its peak, Nakamura's dick erupted like a geyser, painting their chests with thick ropes of hot, sticky cum. His body shuddered and clenched around Subject IND1's cock, milking it for every last drop of his Indian seed.

Finally, panting harshly, Subject IND1 pulled out with a wet squelch, his softening dick slipping free of Nakamura's gaping hole. A flood of pearly white cum poured out in its wake.

Nakamura lay there for a long moment, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes again, they were dark and almond-shaped. He sat up slowly, muscles rippling beneath smooth, ebony skin, and turned to face Subject IND1. "भाई, मुझे बहुत अच्छा लग रहा है" - says the newly improved doctor. He flexed an arm, watching the bicep swell into a perfect, round dome.

He turned to Subject IND1, eyes glinting with a newfound purpose. "I need to get out of here, bro…" he growled in a thick Indian accent. Then, with only his lab coat, Nakamura got out of the facility thanks to his keycard, while IND1 lay there spent on the floor.

It wasn't until hours later, when Dr. Nakamura still hadn't reported back, that security was alerted something was wrong. They found Subject IND1 alone in the lab, a satisfied smirk on his face as they led him away in cuffs.

But by then, it was too late. The IND strain had breached containment, in [REDACTED], were it could spread rapidly. We are still trying to find Dr. Nakamura, but we fear it may be too late for him as well. Subject IND1 is still in our custody, so that we can study this new strain of the virus. We will continue to monitor the situation and report any further findings.

[End Report]

[maningup]

Bro’s Room 6: Infectious Attraction

Ravi closed the distance between him and Pierce. Placing a hand on Ravi’s waist, Pierce gently moved him closer. They had come to visit their brothers in the big city and were getting more out of the experience than they ever bargained for.

Their bodies were different. Older. Stronger. Height, muscle, and looks, all enhanced for what was about to happen next.

They could hear the trepidation in the other’s breath as their lips hovered inches from each other. Their movements were instinctual, not practiced, yet they were in sync regardless.

Lips met secretly and their world ignited. 

—

The story started at the point of contact. Not in a shared living space, but in 2nd grade.

Ravi Crivelli and Pierce Donaldson had a lot in common. The most important part of which was both being younger siblings, who preferred staying indoors over the company of others. Ravi’s older brother, Damon, was on his way to being the town quarterback for a few years, people loved him and praised his throwing arm. Pierce’s brother, Arthur, was on the baseball team and skilled in his own right, hitting home runs easily.

Growing up there was only ever one real debate between the boys: Who’s older brother was cooler? Not something they could settle head-on as their brothers ran in different social circles. There was no chance the two would ever meet even when their brothers begged. Even attempting to start a feud between them didn’t compel Arthur or Damon to act. They didn’t care to compete against a stranger for respect points from their younger siblings. 

Years passed and eventually Ravi and Pierce grew out of the ‘siblings competing’ stage of childhood and moved on. Damon and Arthur went off to college. Every year they’d return during their breaks, talk about their sport, classes, love life, and friends. There was never much new information, just prepackaged responses that sounded more at home in a sitcom. So indeed, it was a big shock when during a Crivelli and Donaldson joint Christmas dinner, the two brothers announced they’d be moving together after graduating. The room had gone silent. No one was upset, just shocked. Damon and Arthur had arrived in the same car back from college and that had already put people in a spin. For all the years their little brothers knew each other, neither older brother seemed interested in meeting the other. 

Now here they were announcing their relationship in front of both their families. Questions flew back and forth.  When did it happen? How? Who confessed first? Why do they wait until now?

Arthur spoke up first, stretching in his chair. “I think we always liked each other, but didn’t want to risk it, you know?”

Damon continued, “And when our little bros became friends it was awesome, but it wasn’t like that was a good conversation starter. Not to mention,” He rubbed Ravi’s head, "These guys were always trying to get us to fight. So, I thought there was a good chance he’d sock me if we ever met.”

“Then one day, I saw him on campus and I thought: why not?”

“Saw him walking up to me and thought the same.” Damon shrugged, “Next thing I know we’re back in my dorm and he’s tossing me on the bed—

“Ahem!” Mr. Crivelli gave a fake cough, head nodding towards the boys.

“So anyways,” Arthur picked up the conversation, “we got to know each other better.”

As they stated they did indeed move together, and their brother pestered them for a visit all the time! Their parents did as well, but they were only relenting to one force, and their brothers were the lesser of the two evils.

So, Ravi and Pierce arrived at their older brothers' love nest, and it was…actually quite boring. Two cool dudes in the same space did not make for a sick ass party pad. Video games, a few posters but what else? The city was more of the main star of their trip. Skyscrapers, food carts, rude drivers. The two loved it all, they had their brothers take them everywhere. No one could recall when the few sneezes or coughing fits started, but it got worse. Eventually, Ravi and Pierce were holed up in the Loft while their brothers went and got takeout and medicine. 

Strangely neither actually felt all that sick, tired made be but nothing strenuous on the body. Ravi sat on one end of the couch blanket over his legs, while Pierce’s entire body, except his head, was wrapped up. Their eyes would creep over to the other and roam their figure before their eyes met. A game of cat and mouse. They couldn’t help it. This was more than a friend hangout session, even the air was changing between.

“Do you smell that?” Pierce sat up sniffing. “Smells good.”

“Yeah…really good.” Ravi said, confused. The two got up off the couch, moving their tired bodies towards the source: Their brothers’ room. The aroma was all over, deeply in the walls in the clothes. They hadn’t figured it out yet, but it was pheromones. The two found a way into their brothers’ shared bed, heads buried in pillows, hips grinding. Then they passed out. As they slept their bodies changed, accepting the influx of their brother’s mixture. Ravi’s clothes faded away as a pair of Damon’s boxers appeared on him. Pierce’s clothes did the same as Arthur’s brief clutched tightly to his waist. They’re bodies grew, stealing all the free space on the bed. 

Ravi’s body cut as mass filled him out. Chest hair broke out over his pecs, and a light dusting went down to his brother’s boxes. His face cracked as Damon’s features granted him a beard and mustache. Light body hair covered his forearm and legs. The front of the boxers stretched as a big cock pressed against it. His ass firmed up stronger than ever, ready to power his leg.,

Pierce got muscle too, but he kept stretching beyond even Ravi. He bulged in Arthur's briefs, but it was his ass that bubbled out the most. His own features solidified but didn’t harden in the same way Ravi’s had. There was an inherent softness that his older brother bestowed on him, as Pierce’s body kept a genetic smoothness until his legs. 

When the two got up the confusion and screams didn’t last long. They wanted something more than each other. Which is how they ended up invading each other’s personal space.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you man.” Ravi said with a foreign voice not quite his or his brother’s. A string of words that sounded half like an apology and an obvious fact.

“Not if I fuck you first.” Pierce cooed back, voice even deeper.

They were feeling exactly what their brothers felt for each other. No denying it. And why would they when the sexual tension was all consuming. A tug of war between what they wanted and what they shouldn’t do. Ravi and Pierce thought they loved each other before, but this was a layer that deepened their connection. 

Their bodies moved closer, Ravi held Pierce's arms up by the wrist with one hand, his other sliding behind the curve of his friend’s back. The heat of Pierce's bulge rested above his own.

They kissed.

—

Damon and Arthur opened the door to their apartment, delayed by traffic, to find Ravi’s ass slamming into Pierce on the floor. He moves like a piston shoving his cock in before sliding it out.

“Fuck, take this cock man.” he growled.

Pierce was bent like a pretzel, legs up by his face, toes curling, as he moaned out, brain going stupid. Ravi pounded his ass with all of Damon’s skill, claiming it for himself. He was relentless. Hips shaking, as his own ass jiggled in the air, creamy cum spilled from the center of those cheeks. 

“Gonna knock you up on the fucking floor? Is that what you want? For me to dump my kids in you on this floor, like you did me? 

“Hell yeah, give’em to me!”

“FUCK!!!!” The apartment shook, when his balls rose and emptied themselves deep into Pierce’s ass. The two collapsed. “Oh, hey bros.” Ravi said, sweaty.

“What’s up,” Pierce gave a half-hearted wave, huffing.

Damon and Arthur were left shocked, having watched their own dirty talk play out in front of them like a parody.

[swapery]

Work from Home

I’ve been working from home now for months and I’m extremely bored. I’ve been getting stir crazy and a little fed up with this pandemic. So, I decided to join this Work from Home Swap program. Basically, you switch places with someone else they firm matches you with for a month, and you work from their home for a while. It’s nice for those of us who don’t wanna leave their home, but experience something different for a while

Well, I didn’t get very far. The firm actually matched me with my hot neighbor, Chad. Chad was a junior VP at an office in Manhattan and has been staying home the past few months. I always thought he was super sext. Tall, toned, tan, masculine. The perfect man. But I thought he was straight? Anyways….

One morning, I woke up in Chad’s body. The firm sent me an email with all my login info and other information to live my life as Chad for a while. He had a meeting at 9 so I was getting some breakfast, when the doorbell rang. It was…. well, me!

I let him in and we were both freaking out we got matched. I looked down and realized I was still wearing his calvin kleins and he was wearing the jock I went to bed in last night. And he was hard. I walked over to him and said “you’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” Then, he put his hand on my cock and said “fuck yeah, bro.” 

It was weird seeing my body be such a bro, but it was soooo hot.

We went to the bedroom and started making out and eventually, we fucked. Chad really wanted to top me, but my new body just wasn’t into it. Eventually he got on top of my cock and started riding me. I’ve never seen my body be so dominating but I was fucking into it.

We both collapsed together and cuddled after. Eventually, I had to login to go to Chad’s, er, MY, meeting. Chad lied down next to me in my body. Fuck, my ass is so nice. Maybe we can do round two after this meeting. Or now. This meeting doesn’t need me anyway….. and Chad is getting handy. Fuck it

[mfm-my-favorite-men2]

[itumbleforya91]

[lxscivia]

Follow me for more.

[bonhooo]

[next-gen-men]

Can you transform me into a muscular, hairy, dominant man, where I'm being changed without my consent and without realizing it at first?

When you got the notification that a package had arrived at your door, you were confused by the sleek black box sitting right outside your place. You didn’t remember ordering anything, and unlike most cardboard deliveries, this one had an expensive design. You carefully brought the strange package inside and opened it. Inside was a black-and-gold envelope resting atop a few expensive items. You knew it wasn’t something you would have ordered, but the address on the box was yours.

Picking up the envelope, you ripped open the flap and pulled out a black card with gold lettering. There was a scent to the note, almost as if it were lightly spritzed with some cologne or perfume. The note didn’t offer much explanation, either about what this box was for or why it was sent to you.

From Your Secret Admirer. A Self-Improvement Box.

On the back was a scribbled phone number, clearly handwritten by whoever sent the strange gift to you. You tried calling it a few times, but whoever was on the other end didn’t seem to bother picking up. Texting the number yielded no response either, and you were left stumped about what to do with the surprise gift sitting on your kitchen table. Before you could decide anything, you looked more closely at the items inside. There seemed to be a bottle of cologne, a dark liquid glimmering back at you inside the glass. There was also a sleek signet ring, although you weren’t exactly someone who really bothered dressing up or wearing jewelry. And finally, perhaps the most expensive of the three items: a smartwatch. It looked quite minimalistic in design, like one of those fitness watches you would see on a fitness influencer or athlete to track their physical progress. And while it was tempting, you still weren’t exactly convinced that this box was meant for you.

You sighed as you picked up the smartwatch, admiring its fancy design. The metal felt cool and smooth, and for a moment, you entertained the idea of having something like it. Even if you weren’t going to use the items from the strange gift box, it didn’t hurt to imagine what it would be like. Slipping the smartwatch over your wrist, you found yourself enjoying its weight. It might have been great in another life, but right now it didn’t fit your personal aesthetic.

As you moved to remove it, you were surprised to find the device properly latched to your wrist. You grunted as you tried to pull off the new piece of techwear, but it didn’t budge. The strap stayed tight; it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the watch wouldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried. Resigning yourself to the gift, you sighed and left it alone. Not wanting to deal with the weirdness, you closed the box and set it aside, hoping to forget about it. Whoever sent it clearly meant it for someone else, and it was best not to touch another item that wasn’t meant for you.

The rest of your day went by uneventfully. You had a few errands to run, but thankfully, you still had the whole weekend before work. As you went about your tasks, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that you were more energized and invigorated. By the time you got home, you felt an extra bounce in your step, like you could run a mile or two. Glancing down at your new smartwatch, your eyes widened at the tracked steps. You certainly got a lot done today, and the light whiff of sweat from your pits told you as much. Once home, the change felt even harder to ignore.

Making your way to the shower, you found it a bit more difficult to pull off your clothes. Maybe it was the sweat making them stick to your skin, but you couldn’t help twisting and turning your shoulders as you tugged your shirt off. Leaving your clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, you cast a quick glance at your naked body in the mirror. There were glimpses of definition there, and flexing your biceps showed off some nice peaks. You didn’t pay much attention to it, though, just posing as if it were natural. The last thought you had was that your gym workouts were really starting to show, even though you had forgotten it had been some time since you had even set foot in a gym.

It had been some of the most restful sleep you had ever had that night. The shower was soothing, and you practically dreamed of the slippery sensation of soap bubbles sliding down your back. When you blinked open your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that you seemed much lower than normal. Swinging your thick legs off the side, your large feet thumped along the floor. It seemed that your bed frame had broken again, but this was a common occurrence for you. You struggled to find something that could hold all of your muscular weight. For now, you would have to leave the indented mattress on the floor until you figured out something else. You sighed as you stood to your towering height, ducking your head under the doorframe out of habit. From there, you headed toward the bathroom.

Lumbering toward the bathroom, you raised your hands to scratch and rub at your meaty pecs. It was always a welcome sight to wake up and see such a delicious view each morning, with the valley between your pecs leading down to a chiseled set of abs. Of course, cutting and bulking routines were practically second nature at this point, as your physique was something you put your whole life and soul into. You positioned yourself in front of the mirror once more, your naked body on full display. Sleeping naked was really the only comfortable way for you to get good rest now. Clothes always felt restrictive, particularly when they did very little to conceal your hefty, sizeable bulge. A stray hand slid down to fondle your swaying cock as you admired your physique. It had become a bit of a morning routine, with your admiration for the hard work you put into your body.

A soft beep from your smartwatch reminded you of the brunch you were getting later with some friends. Grateful for such a convenient device, you rarely took the watch off. It felt like second nature to have it on you. As you washed up and prepared for the day, you reached over to grab some cologne to spray on. Your hands found an unfamiliar bottle, practically unopened, with the amount of black liquid still inside. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, you applied a few quick spritzes to your chest and neck. The smell was rich, dark, and musky, like bergamot mixed with leather. Your eyes widened as your brain began to register the bottle in your hand. It came from that strange box you found yesterday, though you didn’t remember taking it out and setting it in your bathroom.

Your brows furrowed at the strange mystery, but the beeping alarm from your smartwatch quickly interrupted you. You didn’t have time to think about that now; you’d have to deal with it when you got back home. Hurrying out of the bathroom, you turned to the side to let your boulder-sized shoulders and wide back through without bumping the frame. Throwing together a quick, easy streetwear outfit, you took a moment to admire how the clothes clung to your skin. The shirt was almost a crop top, so small, and you could practically see the seams starting to rip. One simple bicep flex and it would burst into a flutter of tattered fabric. Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you hurried out the door, leaving behind a deliciously thick scent.

Meeting up with your friends was always enjoyable, and you were glad that everyone had enough free time to grab a meal together and catch up. Today seemed a bit off, though, as more than one person kept complimenting the way you took care of your facial hair or how nice a tan you had. You weren’t really sure why they were so hung up about that. Your skin was a rich caramel tone, covered with a healthy dusting of coarse, dark hair. When you first met your friends, you had told them about your summers in Pakistan visiting family. The facial and body hair was an absolute must for you; there was no way you were ever shaving it off, especially when it was part of your manly, masculine appeal. While people kept pointing out the obvious, you noticed how one of your friends seemed particularly infatuated with your scent. He made small comments about how nice your watch looked or how the new cologne really suited you. His attention made the whole outing feel more charged.

He hadn’t been someone you had noticed before, really, but even you couldn’t deny the way his eyes lingered on the dark hair peeking out from under your shirt sleeve, leaving very little to the imagination with the growing sweat stain under your pits. The summer sun wasn’t exactly kind to your darker complexion as you all sat outside, and you could feel the top of your head grow warm under the rays. But a quick wipe on your forehead with the back of your hand, and you were back to catching up with your friends about what they had been up to. By then, the moment had settled into the afternoon.

Brunch ended rather uneventfully, with a few promises to meet up again soon. Your smaller friend seemed to linger back to give you a hug goodbye, and you couldn’t help but notice how his head seemed to slip up between your pecs comfortably, like a missing puzzle piece finding where it belonged. You offered him a strong, hearty squeeze, making sure to press his slim frame up against all your heat. The other man squeaked in surprise at the feeling of your flexed muscles pressed up against his backside, and he scurried away just as frantically as he appeared. Shaking your head in amusement, you scratched at your hairy chest as you made your way back home. It was finally time to just kick back and relax.

With nothing else planned for the day, you began peeling off the sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side for you to deal with later. Flopping down on the couch naked, you could still catch a whiff of the dark cologne you sprayed on this morning. Mixed in with your natural musk, the scent was actually quite overwhelming. The spiced scents flooded through your nostrils, and your eyes rolled back at the rather intense smell that rattled your brain. Dazed in the moment, your head lolled to the side to stare out at your coffee table.

There, perched upon the glass, was that simple black box. Before, you didn’t want a single thing to do with it. You hadn’t even had time to look into who it might actually belong to. But now, there seemed to be this strange pull that enticed you closer. It was like your body was moving on autopilot, with you, a passenger, watching a movie. As you pulled back the box lid, you saw the note with the phone number lying inside next to a signet ring. Pulling out both objects, you felt a sensation in your chest that made you focus more on the ring.

It was a simple, golden band with a nicely designed crest on top. It certainly looked expensive, which fit your style perfectly. Without much thought for anything else, you slipped it onto your pinky. The new piece of jewelry made things begin to click into place, like a fog of confusion lifting from your mind. In that moment, you knew that this was who you were meant to be. A beefed-up, hairy, hunk of a man that was in control of everything in his life. All the decisions, the guidance, the permission granting… it lingered in the back of your throat like a cough. Dominance never felt like a personality trait or a role you had to fill. It was just who you were as a person, and people loved you for it.

Twiddling the note between your fingers, you flipped the piece of paper over to read the hand-scribbled number on the back. In that moment, you remember why that number seemed so familiar to you. A small, knowing smirk formed on your lips as you grabbed your phone off the coffee table. It seemed there was a rather naughty, needy boy who needed to understand what his role was in your new dynamic. He would have to become reacquainted with the new you, given that he did so all on his own, without your permission. You turned on your phone camera, taking a picture of your naked body. Making sure to include your heavy set of balls, hairy chest, and half-chubbed cock, you texted over the photo to the person who sent over the box. It was ridiculous that he even thought you needed self-improvement. You were perfect the way you were, like a god who decided to walk amongst the mere mortals.

get over here, boy. it seems you’ve done something without my permission again. you’ll have to earn my forgiveness.

The reply came back fired back just as quickly, a simple “Yes, Sir,” giving you all the confirmation you needed. It made no difference. If he didn’t come, it was his loss. And if he did, you would show him the fruits of his labors. Until then, you reclined on the couch and made yourself comfortable. It was going to be a long and eventful rest of the day.

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Have we as a society lost our sense of acceptable public behavior?

Picture it: me, a swanky bistro, and an elegant patio adorned by the warm glow of string lights. I'm having a nice dinner—just me and my current favorite menu—until a couple is seated near me. It didn't take me long to hear that they were celebrating a six month anniversary and—given their gradually escalating volume—it was a night out at my favorite restaurant that was not going to fix their obvious relationship problems. In the short time it took the fresh rosemary rolls and whipped butter to arrive at their table, their loud talking had become peaks of yelling quelled only briefly by an unsatisfactorily hushed "quit talking so loud" or an ironic "you're embarrassing me."

Do you hate them yet? Because I definitely did. Except unlike you, I can take care of this; after all, knowledge of my methods is becoming more widespread. All I have to do is wait the thirty seconds it will inevitably take for the volume to boil over yet again.

"I can't take you anywhere!"

There she is again. Time to work my magic—

"Same shit again! I can't fucking take you anywhere! Everywhere we go: "miss, could you quiet down", and "sir, could you tell your date to stop yelling.""

"I'm not the one screaming f-bombs in public places! You need to learn some manners!"

*Whoosh.*

"Babe, I just can't have a conversation with you if you always yell." Already he's speaking at a much quieter volume.

"I just never feel like you're listening to me."—and she's also followed suit. Maybe that was all I needed to do, now I got my peace and quiet... but I'm not one to stop once I've started, and I suppose I'd rather not disappoint you either—after all, this isn't very interesting yet, is it. She continues: "I told you to dress nice and all you can manage is a t-shirt and shorts."

"I love you babe, but you can't tell me that you showing that much skin in a place like this is appropriate either."

No one sees it, but a slight grin crosses my face. I wave my hand and...

*Whoosh.* A light breeze passes through and their outfits shift.

"I'm dressed showing skin?! You're not even wearing a shirt."

"Babe, you're basically just wearing a sports bra and shorts."

"I look good. You don't work out enough to pull off not wearing a shirt in public."

*Whoosh.* A light breeze again. He's sporting some nice light muscle: square pecs, a nice six-pack, and some toned arms.

"Babe, I know I'm nowhere near my bulking goals but I know I look good enough to pull off being shirtless. Look, if you're gonna be like this, maybe we reschedule and have this dinner when you're not on your period."

...

...

...Look. What I did here may have been inappropriate... but would you expect anything less from me. I don't claim to be ethical, and I'm pretty sure you are well-aware of my biases by now... I'm not proud of what I did... I'm not... Okay maybe I am.

The ebb and flow of the conversation took a radical tone when one masculine voice was met for the first time by another. "Well then it's a good thing I'm not a girl."

"I guess that's true. Why would I even say that?"

"Because you're trying to avoid the subject again. Between you're time at the gym and your time at work, I never see you."

"I can't help it. At least I have a job."

*Whoosh.*

"Being an influencer is a job. I just wanna know how you can spend so much time working out when your job is being a personal trainer."

"My body is my sales pitch. I've build so much muscle now my co-workers are telling me I could enter a physique competition. Maybe if you worked out more, you'd actually get followers, and make money."

*Whoosh.*

"That's why I wanted to come here with you. Ever since I started working out with you, I have been gaining followers just as fast as I've been gaining muscle. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you: I have 1 million followers."

"Babe, that's great news. I can't believe it!"

"Yeah, and there's more. The videos that gained the most traction online were the ones I shot with you. So I wanna go in a different direction with my page from now on."

"Wait, you've built it up by yourself. Why would you change it?"

"I wanna make it a couples page. Health, fitness, and gay pride."

"Most people dating for three years usually get proposals involving a ring."

"Do you wanna do this with me?"

"Yes, of course!"

A couple in my favorite bistro rise and embrace beside their patio table and share a passionate kiss. They seem happy, although I sit there and wonder if they'd be interested in a third for the night.

Have we as a society lost our sense of acceptable public behavior?

No. Not in this case. It could absolutely be much worse.

[maningup]

SUBURBAN LEGENDZ: The Grounds

Philip Doran hung from the basketball hoop, flexing his bicep. A feat that would have been impossible 2 weeks ago. Detective Lance watched as the man pulled off his trick effortlessly. The height, the muscles, the skills, hard to believe it was all new. Philip maneuvered his body as if he had always been blessed with his gifts. Philip dropped to the ground.

“See, I told ya I could do it!” Philip smirked, a beguiling mixture of cocky and ecstatic. He genuinely wanted the man to be impressed.

Detective Lance nodded. He had been skeptical of actual coordination of the man if the story he was investigating turned out to be true. But there was no falter or misstep in Philip’s movement. His athleticism was a solid fact.

The detective was just testing a theory.

—

When Detective Lance got the call that morning he was confused. He had to travel a city over to help with a missing case. It was a story he was somewhat familiar with as the rumor mill and even local news picked up on it. After all, what went missing wasn’t a person, or an object, rather an entire place. Davio Park, which sat just at the edge of town, sizable and known for its greenery and community garden, was gone one morning. ‘Gone’ wasn’t quite right either, there was still a park, but it wasn’t Davio, every sight and landmark had been replaced with sporting grounds. Basketball courts, a football and soccer field, and a baseball diamond all perfectly nestled into the land as if they had always existed.

Oh, the citizens were angry at first, wondering how such a prank was accomplished, but then the unsettling feeling kicked in. There was no way anyone had done an overnight swap out. In fact, a few neighbors that had their cameras pointed at the park got nothing but static moments before something new sat in their little town. People walked through it as a short cut, but no one overstayed their welcome. There were no dog parks or playgrounds to be found, to entice them further. If anything, the park was reported as feeling off-putting. Joggers, runners, and dog walkers alike all reported they felt like something was watching them. 

Detective Lance felt it too the moment he stepped into the park himself. Like crossing a threshold. The air was too crisp, grass too green. Not noticeable until one was already in the belly of the beast. Even laced with ‘honey’, it was a trap that the new place couldn’t quite pull off, and yet some flies still got caught. Philip Doran was serving as Detective Lance’s guide. Most other people were too afraid to enter now. The young man was not some influencer type, gym bro, nor seasoned athlete. He was a former ‘fly’ lured in by the park.

In his own words, there was no spell or compulsion, just pure curiosity among him and his friends. The fear and trepidation many of the older citizens had for the place had not crossed their minds.  People heard laughter and merriment when the youth found their way into the grounds. Everything seemed fine for a while but soon laughs and running were replaced by grunts and stomping. Anyone smiling watching the scene soon had a frown on their face as the sight of all the people at play blurred like a mirage as hardened statuesque bodies replaced all the figures. 

Fun was gone, only intensity drove bodies forward, crashing into each other as sounds of confusion made their way into the neighborhood. 

They arrived at the basketball courts. Detective Lance watched as Philip leaned on the fence talking more about what happened. His eyes slowly wandered down Philip’s frame. Was he being lied to? Was the entire town in on some big hoax? People didn’t grow to be as big as Philip randomly. Would be quite the trick to deceive a detective. Then there was Philip’s ass, a high muscled bubble gum booty. How was a detective supposed to believe that wasn’t naturally trained through the years, but bestowed on a random afternoon?

Despite the Detective’s lust, he stayed quiet as Philip looked over the grounds, no doubt remembering who he once was before stepping foot there. They stepped in, Detective Lance following Philip. 

“My friends and I were here when it happened,” He shared. “I couldn’t even reach the…,” there was a spark in his eyes. “I think I can do it now. Want to see something cool?” He ran, jumped, and did a little spin before grabbing the rim of the basketball hoop hanging there.

“See, I told ya I could do it!” 

Detective Lance kept his mouth shut, he had thoughts, but watching the man hang there was a better use of his time. There were talks that everyone who played in the park that day came back 'different. Codeword for hotter, but even Lance had to admit it was more than physical appearance. Something was drawing the detective to continuously feast on the sight that was Philip’s body.

Next up was the dugout for the baseball field, Philip hadn’t been there, but all the changes happened at the same time.

“Is any of this helping?” Philip asked. His shirt rose slightly, revealing a showing of skin. The position of his legs had his thighs and calves showing off. Meanwhile the fingers of his left hand clung to the top of the dugout’s fence once again highlighting his incredible size. A free show the detective didn’t mind watching. There was something about seeing a man in his element.

A record scratch played in Detective Lance’s head. Philip’s ‘element’ was artificial; he wasn't born into this; the grounds had crafted him into an athlete. So why had the thought so easily slipped into the detective’s mind?

“Yeah, it is,” Detective Lance nodded, moving on with Philip kicking rocks behind him. 

Detective Lance was a lot of things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. Why was he having thoughts that hadn’t existed prior to stepping into the park? Why were his eyes, even now, preferring to stick to Philip’s form than examine the site? A cheap parlor trick, to distract people. But this was sloppy, Detective Lance could see the sleight of hand. Everyone in town was able to as well. Ungraceful, inelegant. Was that the point? How long until the next group of wandering kids, curious teens, or daredevil wannabe YouTubers walked on these grounds again?

The two left the park, walking around the perimeter. Detective Lance wanted an outside view of the grounds. Now that he’d stepped on it, would he see anything differently? He certainly hadn’t physically changed like the others in his time there.

 Philip pulled his shirt off stating, “Sorry, it’s hot.” Then he leaned back on the fence, and the clatter of his solid back made the metal rattle. Detective Lance turned to find his new companion posing, the pecs and abs Philip had been awarded on view. Then Philip spoke, a subtle difference in his voice, more assured, wanting, “We can continue investigating, but I’d prefer to go to your car and blow off some steam, you?” 

There it was. Detective Lance caught it. He had an undeniable urge to say yes. He was going to say yes, but he’d also solved it. What if the wool being pulled over one’s eyes wasn't obvious. The park, the new men in town. The surface level trick intentionally produced to be out of place. Philip's shift in demeanor was different, before he had been unknowingly showing off his body, now there was an unshakable confidence. Was it possible for the park to leave its mark on the people it changed; imbue them with itself. Farfetched? Absurd? Absolutely, but he couldn’t imagine anyone other than the culprit attempting to distract him so blatantly. At this point in the investigation though the only culprit they had was the park itself. Who was to say it didn’t want to be human several times over?

But it was just an inkling of a theory. Once they were back in his car and Detective Lance had his cock buried in that tight jock ass in the back seat, perhaps then Philip would share more secrets. It is easy to test his theory and see if a park’s first orgasm could have it dishing out its own secrets.

 Detective Lance looked back at Philip, “You’re right. Let’s head back to my car.”

Time to test that theory.

[malebodytf]

Bryce was at the clinic, scrolling through his phone, waiting his turn. He sat with effortless confidence, legs spread wide as if he owned the place, naturally taking up more space than anyone else. His massive frame spilled over the cheap plastic chair, making it look far too small for him.

He was built like someone who lived in the gym, showcasing years of disciplined training. At 6'4" and 215 of pure, competition-ready muscle, he was a walking wet dream, thick slabs of pecs straining his tight compression shirt, boulder shoulders, and dense arms that measured a veiny 18 inches cold. His quads stretched his gym shorts obscenely, the fabric clinging to every cut and striation earned from years of heavy iron and clean eating. He scrolled through his Instagram, smirking at the flood of likes on his latest thirst-trap post about him hitting a double biceps pose, sweat-slick and pumped.

He then saw the post again and was reminded why he was here, an advertisement for a blood drive at this clinic, promising protein snacks from a nutrition sponsor. He wasn't a fan of needles, but he wasn't about to pass up free stuff.

"Everyone here probably thinks these gains aren’t natural and assumes I’m juicing. As if. Fuck that. I'm in top shape and I built this body the right way, natural prime beef. If someone's getting blood today, they might as well get the good shit".

As an attractive woman across the room briefly caught his attention he adjusted his posture without thinking, rolling his shoulders back. He straightened a little more, flaring his lats just enough to make his shirt ride up and reveal the deep V-cut of his abs, letting his physique sit just right under the fluorescent lights. His big cock twitched lazily in his shorts at the attention, thick even when soft.

"Mr. Bryce Jackson"

A skinny nurse interrupted his train of thought. The guy was a total contrast: pale, scrawny, and wearing a pair of glasses, maybe 5'6" with narrow shoulders and arms that looked like they could snap under a grocery bag.

Bryce stood, towering over him, and smirked internally. "Look at this little twig" "Some of us just hit the genetic lottery".

Once seated, the nurse ran his finger over Bryan's upper arm, his eyes lingering a second too long on his pumped biceps. The touch felt almost worshipful, pressing, tracing the thick vein that snaked over the peak, then wrapping his slim fingers around the massive bicep like he was measuring a prize.

The needle went in and at first, it was just the usual pinch. Then, a rhythmic and subtle pulse began. Bryce’s vision blurred as something far more than blood flowed out. His proud bicep softened under the tech’s palm. "What the… fuck?" he muttered, watching in horror as the thick muscle deflated, shrinking from a cannonball size to a soft, flat lump. His forearms withered next, veins collapsing as dense mass drained away. His shirt suddenly hung loose over pecs that were rapidly flattening into a smooth, boyish chest.

He tried to move, but his limbs wouldn't respond. Panic continued to build inside him as his shoulders narrowed, traps melting away. His powerful back rounded, spine compressing with an audible shift. Thick quads that could squat a small car dwindled into skinny, trembling sticks. His shorts sagged around a shrinking ass and thighs, the heavy bulge between his legs dwindling to something pathetic and small. Bryce’s feet no longer reached the floor the same way as his height visibly shrank.

"St–stop" he can barely gasped, voice cracking higher, head spinning with dizzying lightness. His body felt utterly drained, and through his blurred vision he watched his body continue to change, his confidence and identity slipping away.

Suddenly the world went black.

When Bryce woke up, he was still reclined in the chair, shirtless, heart pounding. The promised proteins snack on his side. He realized a pair of glasses was placed on his face. He stared down at his new form: his once-dominant body now slim, soft, and frail. Skinny arms, narrow chest, short legs dangling.

The clothes that had once clung tightly to his muscular frame now hung loosely from him. An "I Donated!" sticker was plastered mockingly on his flat pectoral. His cock, once thick and a source of pride, now was a mere nub that twitched pathetically in his now-baggy shorts.

Across the room, the clinic staff member stood in front of the mirror, now a towering, heavily muscled figure. Massive deltoids capped arms thicker. His chest was a shelf of striated power, abs carved like bricks, and quads that strained the seams of his stolen scrubs.

The man slowly raised his new arms into a double biceps pose, the peaks surging up obscenely high, veins throbbing like they were about to burst. He flexed harder, grunting with raw pleasure as the muscles ballooned, the sheer erotic power making his own impressive bulge strain visibly against the fabric. He turned, eyes gleaming with lustful triumph, and sauntered over to the shrunken donor.

The new muscle stud struck another pose, his pecs exploding outward in thick, juicy slabs while his lats flared wide. He groaned, voice deeper, sexier. One huge hand casually palmed his own bulging crotch, squeezing the fat, heavy cock that now matched his godlike body.

He leaned down close to Bryce’s wide-eyed, humiliated face, still casually flexing one colossal arm inches from the smaller man’s nose. The scent of raw masculinity, sweat, power, and stolen dominance washed over him.

The man said in a low voice with a smug grin behind his mask:

"Thank you for your donation"

[forthegaze123]

It was a couple of tragic days for James. There was no way he could survive another night in the forest in these conditions. Fortunately, a generous forest spirit came and help him to... well... overcome this difficult situation.

[itumbleforya91]

[next-gen-men]

Wish Upon a Rainbow - The Team

Want to know what Andy has wished for? Check out the master post here!

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Harry groaned as he watched Andy wrap his lips around his cock, only staring at the slimmer man through half-lidded eyes. He was grateful their team had such a willing and eager waterboy to service their needs. Being the captain of the rugby team was tiring work, and he deserved ways to relax and release muscle tension. Sitting in the middle of the classroom, Harry made sure one of his other teammates had locked the door to help make sure their little session wasn’t interrupted. It would have been much easier to do this in the team locker rooms, but his teammates had needed Andy’s help with some school project or whatever. The captain never bothered thinking about stuff like that; he knew that the smaller man would always take care of his academics, so he could solely focus on getting bigger and stronger to lead their team to victory.

With one meaty paw pressing on the back of Andy’s head, Harry pushed him down until the tip of his fat cockhead was pressing against the back of the other’s throat. The larger man didn’t let up until he heard the satisfying sounds of gagging and wet, slobbering slurps from their waterboy. He smirked at the sight of the other’s reddened face from his efforts, only reaching down with his other hand to pat the sides of Andy’s cheeks.

“Careful now, you’ve got plenty more cocks to service,” Harry rumbled as he tilted his head towards the remaining guys sitting around with their shorts pulled down. His team hadn’t had a chance to shower yet, so they were still dressed in their rugby outfits, with a fresh layer of sweat and grass stains on their skin and clothes. “You’ll be a good boy and take care of the rest of the team, too, right? Just like you’ve always done.”

In the meantime, the other teammates were busy stroking and tugging at their cocks, their eyes fixated on the sight of Harry facefucking the smaller man without a care in the world. There was a hunger that lingered on their faces, and while they each sported their own throbbing erections, they knew better than to challenge the team captain when he was in the moment.

Outside the door, a simple piece of paper was plastered on the frosted glass window. It seemed like the biology study group was supposed to be meeting in this room at the same time. Although the shrimpy group of boys that had meandered into the room just an hour before was certainly nowhere to be found. There didn’t seem to be much studying happening anymore, although the hunky jocks were certainly getting their hands-on experience with human biology. If anyone had even entertained the idea that they were straight-A students who only cared about their academics, the rugby athletes would have laughed it off. That sort of thing seemed like a fantasy, another life in another universe that didn’t exist.

The captain growled as he slammed Andy’s nose against his musky crotch, making sure his matted, damp hair was filling up the younger man with his rich, pungent musk. And, without much warning, Harry’s hips bucked and jerked as he began shooting out thick globs of his cum down the other’s greedy gullet. Groaning with delight, the captain’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. His deep, bellowing moans slowly came down from the dizzying climax of his orgasm, and Harry made sure to keep Andy’s head locked between his meaty thighs for a moment.

Taking in the view of the wrecked, tear-stricken face of the other man, the jock smirked at him. He didn’t bother wiping up the dribbles of cum spilling out the corners of Andy’s mouth, although his eyes lingered on the darkish tint that was mixed in with his milky-white seed.

“Plenty more to go, slut. Now hurry up; my bros are waiting.”

story inspo from/for @rileygold60