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@lilchavlad
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Earlier that same day, he had come round to the idea of wearing shorts and a smart uniform. I wonder how long the teasing will last from his mates at his old school?
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my dad keeps pushing me to be straight and a big alpha jock like him and he won't stop, keep telling him no but he won't listen, i am tempted to just give in but i cannot change that easily, please help me if you can
(bit out of the blue as this was requested a long time ago but hope you enjoy)
You had grown frustrated with your father over the last few weeks. He had been continually pushing you to join the football team. On top of that, he constantly pointed out any hot chicks around your age you should date. Your dad had been a jock in school and was the team captain, every girl swooned over him, and every guy wanted to be just like him. Well, until you came about. You were just a scrawny nerd, no way in a million years would you be even a tad like him, nor would you want to. Defiant in your nerdy way of life and attraction to other nerdy males, you argued with him for hours a day. It was only until yesterday that your father stopped pushing and instead came across as overly apologetic. You thanked him for it, but it said he would get you a gift to make up for everything.
You came home Friday afternoon after a long day of science and IT, your favourite subjects. You were curious about what your father had gotten you but were more excited about the new star wars reveals later on and take away dinner your father was getting. Regardless you rush upstairs to your room to go switch on your computer. As you entered your bedroom, you find your room neatly made up, and everything was as you left it. The only thing different was a plain black cap left on your bed. You stood and stared at it, sitting there on your bed. It wasn't your style, and you certainly didn't want it. You went to pick it up and chuck it in the bin, but as your finger touched the top, the hat began to crunch up and decay, vanishing into the air. You were perplexed at what happened for a couple of seconds before forgetting all about the cap.
You sat comfortably down at your desk and started to watch the comic reveal trailers before getting ready to game for the night. As the videos went on, you found yourself uninterested in them. Odd, you had spent the whole week hyping this up, and now you just felt meh about it. You pondered starting up your game's for the evening early, but as the mouse cursor hovered over the play button, the same meh feeling came over you.
You began stretching in your chair as boredom settled in, but something else was off. You felt taller and bigger. You could've sworn your biceps were visibly growing. Before you went further into this new sudden growth, your mind wandered back to the screen, and you decided to watch some porn, something you rarely did. It had been years since you touched these sites, only using them to discover you were gay. As you came onto the main site, you were bombarded with thumbnails of jocks and twinks. Scrolling down, you wanted to find something for yourself to enjoy, and most of this looked unappealing. It was mainly jocks, hunks and twinks, no nerds insight. Out of frustration and a build-up of boredom you clicked on the next video, a twink and a jock. As the clip came on and you could see what was happening, you began to tug at your short member, which had slowly grown into a soft 8" jackhammer. But despite this, you weren't getting hard. In fact, it had the opposite effect, and a powerful sense of disgust to it filled you up. In an instant, you closed down the video, and your hands shot to the keyboard again. This time, you went directly to the straight porn sites. Your eyes widened at the sight of all the thumbnails. You clicked on the first video you saw and were aroused instantly. You began stroking your jackhammer, building up the pleasure with each stroke. But wait, this was wrong as you were gay...
'Fuck that shit, I ain't no fag,' you thought confidently as more horny straight boy thoughts began invading your mind. You felt pressure around your temples and forehead as if something was tightening around it.
Damn, you were so strong and hot, as you began to remember your thick muscles. Looking down, you could see and feel your six-pack and perfectly round pecs you had spent hours on at the gym. God, working out at the gym felt so good and all for football, of course, the most enjoyable game to play. But didn't you hate football and love comics and video games...
'Fuck comics and games! All I play is call of duty when I feel like it, and that's about it. No time for gay dweeb shit,' you thought to that. The tight feeling around your head began engulfing your head. Your old nerdy habit and homosexuality were sucked out and down a drain to your swelling nuts, which were filling up with new potent jock seed that began eating away at the weaker nerd seed. Your mind started to piece together a different life of being a straight jock. Any traces of your old life or any of you that tried to resist the change was snuffed out. But you barely noticed as you were now fixated on only two things, your muscles and the video in front of you.
You felt as your old clothes that had been shredded began to change into a black tank top with bold words to show off your strength, and a pair of black shorts that clung to your thighs. The tightness around your head began to take shape as the cap you had touched before. The dome of it forming around it, with a little hole at the front for a little bit of your short brown hair to sneak out and show off.
You continued to stroke almost at climax now, the old your ready to be shot out. As the cap on your head formed, it made sure to squeeze out the last of your intelligence, dropping you from an IQ of 120 down to only 75. Your grades reduced to the bare minimum, and any speciality subjects became passing thoughts. All you cared about was barbells, bimbos, bro's, and (foot)balls. Obviously, you loved going to parties and getting drunk and fucking some dumb bimbos too.
As the cap formed on your head, your dick exploded, sealing you in your new life. You pulled up your shorts and admired your body, taking a selfie for the bro's and chicks alike.
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Slap, shake, dig in, and love that belly. VengefulSorrow
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Everything You Want?
When you approached me yesterday I could see you needed my help. Not the help you might have been looking for but help none the less. You complained about being tired of getting everything you want. Everything felt worthless. Nothing felt earned. And sure, I can definitely help put you on track to work for everything you’re given. I had several options floating around in my head, that was until you saw that man across the street. The man wearing a tracksuit, a typical London chav.
“See him! Why can’t I just be someone like that?”
From that comment on your fate was sealed. I was going to give you everything you want and more because you’re so used to getting your own way. So I thought I’d give you this fun little change for free. Just for you my little entitled friend.
That night you went to sleep normally. Peacefully even. That was until you were woken up to someone crashing through a door. A very drunk man stumbled towards you laughing and topless. The smell of weed and beer clung to him as he jumped on you in your bed. He was laughing and calling you his mate, you even found yourself sleepily laughing back. You’d never seen this man before but knew he was your best mate. It’s was Aiden. You’d been friends since primary school. You’d always stay round his house when your parents weren’t home or were on a night out in the pub. Looking down at yourself you saw you shared some of the same attributes as your friend. You were both pasty with muscle that came from playing a lot of football. The smell of cheap body spray and sweaty armpits hit you as he laid next to you. It didn’t take long to realise the smell was coming off you too. Both of you had similar haircuts from when his mum would cut both of your hair. The only real thing that told the two of you apart was he was slightly bulkier and had a tattoo.
As you sat with you’re mate you were quickly hit with the realisation that you were late for work. You scrambled out of bed and threw on a pair of worn underwear and a tracksuit with a puffer. Running outside you see your boss’ work van pulled up. You clamber inside quickly and you’re off to work. Being an apprentice plumber is difficult, now you were never the smartest kid at school. You missed a lot of your lessons because of your anger management issues and you were constantly sent out. Soon you dropped out of secondary school at 14, you were lucky that Aiden’s Uncle was nice enough to take you on as an apprentice. He’d always tease you for being a pretty boy as you cared about your body and your looks, making sure to tan and get your eyebrows threaded even though you couldn’t really afford it so Aiden’s mum, who was a beautician, would always help you out.
Your boss always paid you in cash so after work you went straight to the bank to make a deposit. Your new life was just getting started and you were starting to think you made the right decision, that’s until I called out to you whilst you were at the cash point.
There you were in your now signature tracksuit when I asked how life was treating you. You said how you enjoyed having to share a room with Aiden and working for stuff. Not having everything you wanted was making you appreciate more. You even joked that maybe this was too good. See you should never joke with a trickster, because they have a tendency to make things worse.
As you made your way home an overwhelming feeling of hunger hit you. It was like being smacked with a brick. You needed to eat, and soon! You walked quickly down the high street until you found your local chicken shop. You started ordering as much food as you could afford. Wings, drumsticks, burgers, fries. You sat down with your heap of food and started pigging away. Mouthful after mouthful you kept devouring food like you’d never eaten in your life. Grease and sauce dripped down your chin and onto your hands and clothes. Your tracksuit started to look older and more worn out. Stains embedding themselves onto it. You’d soon find that this new found hunger and piggish appetite would never cease.
Soon after this fiasco you found your life to be a lot harder. Soon any money you made went straight to food. You quickly found your once toned body start to fill out your clothes to the point of bursting. Your ass cracked always sloppily on display over the over stretched waistband of your trackies. You were supposed to play football with your new mates but found you no longer wanted to and would only join them for beer after their games. You quickly fell completely out of shape and became a blob of a chav. Your clothes would go unwashed because you couldn’t be bothered to wash them. You constantly stunk of fast food and sweat. You’d even work up a sweat from how quickly you’d pile food into your mouth all day every day.
I went to go ask you again about if everything was to your satisfaction but I don’t think you could hear me over all of your immense chewing as you stuffed yourself silly in the chicken shop. Clare ku your new piggish appetite and slobbish ways were what you were after.
I think he is very happy with his big bellly!
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