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Frat War

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“Sweet dreams,” he said and knocked on my helmet. Then he gave me the finger straight in my face. “See you tomorrow or whenever,” turned off the lights, and closed the door.

I was alone in the darkness. The only sound I could hear was the vibrator, or perhaps I just felt it and imagined the sound. I tried to jiggle around a bit to see if I could get loose, but I was securely tied up. It wasn’t uncomfortable, perhaps not surprising given all the padded sports gear they forced on me, but I would probably have burning muscle aches when they eventually cut me loose. Right now it was the pungent smell of locker room from the gear that bothered me more, or perhaps even more the sock gag they taped in place. It just kept leaking a foul, sour taste. They can’t be this bad naturally so it must be because of the oil.

Fuck, I’m losing it. My mind keeps wandering and not focusing. I’ll take it from the start.

So someone in the linear algebra class asked if I could walk by the KAX frat house on my way home and hand over some homework to Chase. I didn’t recall seeing him before, but then the class lecture hall is large and some people are watching the classes remotely. I assumed we had spoken though, because how else would he know I passed the frat house on my route? “Sure,” I said and grabbed the manilla folder from him.

After one lecture in mechanics, friction more specifically, I was on my way home. The KAX frat house was a weird-looking brick building that had been some sort of school before it was converted, with a decent-sized front garden. I walked up the gravel walk to the door and just as I was about to press the buzzer the door flung open and a half dozen dudes tackled me to the floor.

“Hey! Let me” was all I managed to shout out before someone stuck a rolled towel between my teeth. I was pressed down into the floor by several hands and knees. “You find it? Is it him?” someone asked. I could hear rummaging above me. “Yeah, it’s here. Schematics, codes, everything. He even put it in a folder with KAX written on it. What a fucking stealth ninja.”

I had been set up! For what I didn’t know, but I started to struggle and shout pleadings to them, which probably came out as muffled nonsense. “Spritz him,” someone else said, and soon after a pair of hands held my head still, while a third inserted something into one nostril, sprayed a mist into it, and I blacked out.

“He’s awake,” someone called out far in the distance, and I wondered who he meant. There was something in my mouth but as I tried to reach for it someone grabbed my arm. Slowly the frat house and the ambush came back to me and I opened my eyes. I saw myself in a large, wall-mounted mirror, sitting relaxed in an armchair that had been placed in a home gym. I was dressed almost completely as a football player. Cleats, socks, tight pants, undershirt, and two guys were about to tie the shoulder pads in place. I had two black streaks under my eyes and duct tape over my mouth keeping whatever in place. There was a funky smell of locker room as if the uniform hadn’t been washed. “Almost done. Keep calm and don’t struggle, and we won’t knock you out again.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t get far if I tried to fight them. The guys put on a football Jersey in the school team’s colors, followed by elbow pads and gloves. Then they helped me up from the armchair and moved me over to their lat pulldown machine, I think it’s called. It looked like it came from a professional gym that I imagine the frat had grabbed at some bankruptcy auction. In the few steps over I could feel something else was wrong. I had been so overwhelmed by the sensations of a full football outfit I hadn’t noticed something was weird in the groin area.

Once seated on the machine the guys started to tie me in place with thick ropes. Another pair of guys carried the armchair out of the room so the only remaining furniture was gym equipment. I was still at a loss for what the purpose, as well as the reason, for all this was. In front of me one guy rolled up a white sock that was discolored as if it had been heavily used in black shoes. He then picked up a small bottle, unscrewed it, and used the dropper from the lid to squirt some liquid into the rolled-up sock. He then tore off a new strip of duct tape, ripped off the tape from my face, replaced the cloth in there with the sock roll, and taped it shut again. I figured if I resisted they would just use whatever that spritz was again.

“We have a private cannabis oil blend with some other shit mixed in that gives you these amazing sexual highs. Just rock hard for hours while you can space out to your favorite porn. Very dangerous to use too often or too long.” He pressed a helmet on my head and locked it in place with the strap. “With the concentration you’re getting, and released over such a long time, you’ll end up forming completely new sexual attractions to whatever you’re subjected to.” He pressed something near my hip and I could feel what might have been a cockring starting to vibrate. “To what is however the question.” He was about to leave when one of the other guys pointed at something on the floor.

He reached down and plugged in an air humidifier. “We put so much effort into this, and I almost forgot it. We’ve been pulling moisture out of gym clothes for months to create this experience for you. I’m really interested in what the outcome is. The original idea was to turn you gay for football jocks, but I think it’s more likely you’ll end up sexually attracted to locker rooms. Or bondage. Well, tell your bros at the frat we won the prank battle this year.”

My mouth was filled with bitter, sour taste and my eyes started having trouble focusing on him.

“Fuck, it stinks. Let’s leave boys before it sticks in the hair. I bet it takes weeks to get out. Sweet dreams,” he said and knocked on my helmet.

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Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic. 

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," he said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

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Leave Well Enough Alone

"Oh so this is your friend? What did you say his name was?"

"Alex." Paul sighed, lowering his phone.

"Well, I can definitely see why you're attracted to him." Elliot smirked, "But hun, he's straight."

"Yeah, yeah I know." Paul replied, "But... ever since I came out, he's been incredibly supportive. Like he's still my best bro, you know?"

It had been only a few months since Paul came out. Sure, he always wrestled with his attraction for guys internally. But finding a supportive community and having a friend like Alex was what he needed to feel comfortable saying it out loud.

"So look, its a canon event that every gay is gonna wind up crushing on a straight dude." Elliot continued, "I certainly did. And probably every gay guy I know has too."

"I know, but..."

"Best to leave well enough alone." He continued, "Now c'mon, I wanted to check out that antique stand over there."

Paul nodded- he had been so caught up in thinking about Alex that he nearly forgot the whole reason he met up with Elliot that day. The street fair was a yearly tradition at their college, and while Alex wasn't interested in going, Elliot was more than happy to accompany Paul.

"Look at this!" Elliot smiled, looking over at Paul and holding up a small ancient looking lamp, "This is really cool, wouldn't match with my aesthetic though."

"Yeah, look at that." Paul took the lamp from Elliot, "I kinda like it."

"Let me get it for you. My treat!" Paul never really understood why Elliot was so nice to him, why his smile seemed wider when he was around, "Maybe help get your mind off Alex."

"Thanks man, you're the best."

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Paul arrives back at his apartment, the old lamp tucked under his arm. He finds Alex lounging on the couch, watching TV.

"There you are!" Alex grins, sitting up straighter as Paul enters. "How was the fair with Elliot? Find anything interesting?"

Paul holds up the lamp with a small smile. "Actually, yeah. Elliot got this for me. It's an old antique lamp."

Alex raises an eyebrow, standing up to examine the lamp closer. "Whoa, that's pretty sweet! Looks ancient." He chuckles warmly.

As they talk, Paul's gaze lingers on Alex - the way his t-shirt stretches across broad shoulders, the kindness in his smile. Paul feels that now-familiar ache in his chest, the longing for something he knows he can't have.

Paul tries to focus on the conversation, but his thoughts keep drifting. He imagines running his fingers through Alex's messy hair, tracing the strong line of his jaw…

"I'm glad you like it," Paul says distractedly, "Elliot insisted on getting it for me."

Alex plops back onto the couch, patting the seat beside him invitingly. "Well, that was real nice of him. You two seem to be getting along great lately." There's a hint of something in Alex's tone, "And you two spend a lot of time together. Is he…"

"Yeah, Elliot's been a great friend." Paul sighs, absentmindedly fidgeting with the lamp in his hand and sitting next to Alex.

As Paul sits down next to Alex, he can smell his familiar scent - something uniquely Alex. It makes Paul's heart race. He clears his throat awkwardly.

"Anyway, um, I was just curious about this lamp. Imagine if it's actually magic or something." Paul rubs the lamp experimentally, half-jokingly wishing for a chance with Alex.

Suddenly, there's a low rumble and puff of smoke. An old, hunched figure emerges, barely visible in the dim light. The genie peers at Paul with cloudy eyes.

"Who dares disturb my retirement?" The genie croaks, voice raspy with age and disuse. "You've gotta be fucking…" He squints at the men in front of him, "State thy wish, mortal, before I return to my well-deserved retirement!" He cracks his neck, and grips his back, "Ah fuck… that lamp… my back…"

Paul gapes in shock, glancing at Alex who looks equally stunned.

Paul's heart pounds as he realizes the genie's presence could be his chance to win Alex's affections. His mouth goes dry with nerves, palms sweating as he grasps the lamp tightly.

"I wish…" Paul begins hesitantly, then steels himself, looking deep into Alex's handsome face, "…for Alex to become gay."

"Wait what?" Alex exclaims sharply, standing abruptly. His usual smile replaced by clear shock and hurt. "Paul, what the hell?! I… I have a girlfriend. I'm straight!"

The genie scrunches up his wrinkled face in confusion. "What did you say?" He scratches his gray beard. "My hearing ain't what it used to be, ya know."

"Paul, I thought we were friends. How could you even ask for something like that? Especially without my consent!" Alex continues, "I thought…"

Paul's stomach twists with guilt, seeing the pain and anger flash across Alex's face. He opens his mouth to apologize, to take it back, but no words come out. The genie continues, oblivious to the tension.

"Aight, I gotcha now. Make Alex would cum all day." The genie rubs his hands together, "I'll admit, kind of weird. But granted!"

Suddenly, Alex doubles over, letting out a strangled moan. "Aahh fuck!" He gasps, clutching his crotch. To Paul's horror, Alex's body starts shaking uncontrollably as he ejaculates repeatedly, soaking through his jeans.

"No no no, make it stop!" Alex cries out between ragged breaths and involuntary orgasms. Tears of frustration stream down his face as he collapses to his knees. "Please Paul, I can't… it won't stop!"

Paul lunges for the lamp, shouting desperately. "Genie, I change my wish! Undo that one!" But the genie just shrugs, looking unconcerned despite Alex's pained cries.

"No deal. Ya gotta make another wish first unrelated to the last. Once you do that, we can go back to undoing the previous? Understood? Get it?"

Paul bites his lip, "Fuck! Fine, okay…" He takes a deep breath, "I wish… Alex was attracted to men!" He wasn't going to make the same mistake… there was no way…

"You wish Alex was attractive to men! Got it!" The genies scratched at his ear, "And granted!"

Alex writhes on the floor, lost in a haze of unwanted pleasure. As he orgasms again and again, his muscles begin to swell and bulge, growing more defined by the second.

"Paul, please, something's happening!" Alex grits out between panting breaths, sweat pouring down his reddened face. "I… I can't stop thinking about the gym. About working out." He clutches his head, eyes wide with panic. "Everything else... I can't think about anything else… Gotta get swole... Fuck!" Tears stream down Alex's cheeks as he looks pleadingly at Paul. "This isn't me, Paul! I don't want this! You have to fix this, please!" His muscular form twitches and flexes uncontrollably as another orgasm crashes over him.

Paul paces frantically, running his hands through his hair as he watches Alex suffer. His heart races with fear and desperate regret. "Shit shit shit! Alex, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen!"

Alex cries out as his body convulses again, muscles rippling beneath his straining skin. "P-Paul, please! I can't take much more of this!" He reaches a trembling hand towards his friend, eyes shining with unshed tears and rising hysteria. "I don't recognize myself anymore! The gym, these muscles, it's all I can think about! I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind!"

"I know, I know!" Paul falls to his knees beside Alex, grasping his thickly muscled shoulders. "Just hold on, okay? We'll figure this out together!"

"Huh? What did you say?! Ya gotta speak up!"

"Stop doing this!" Paul snaps, "This isn't fair!"

"What? Hair?"

Suddenly, coarse dark hairs begin sprouting rapidly across Alex's increasingly muscular body. They tickle and irritate his sensitive skin as they grow longer by the second. Even a thick, unkempt beard erupts along his jawline and upper lip.

"Aghhh, it itches so bad!" Alex wails, frantically trying to claw at the invading hairs. His arms bulk up even more with each passing moment. "Wh-what's happening to me?!" He gasps and moans loudly as yet another intense orgasm rocks through him, muscles tensing and releasing powerfully.

"Holy shit Alex, you're… " He swallows hard, trying to process the situation.

"It burns, it itches everywhere!" Alex howls, voice strained and cracking. Tears and sweat mingle on his furry, flushed face. "I can't control my body! It won't stop changing!" Another mind-blowing orgasm crashes through him and he arches his back with a guttural moan, abs clenching rock-hard. When he finally collapses back, he pants heavily, "P-Paul… I'm scared. Please, you have to find a way to reverse this! I don't want to be this."

"I'm trying Alex, I swear!" Paul clears his throat, "Genie please! Undo this?"

"Please what? Seriously, you gotta speak up!" The genie sighs, Undo? What are you saying?"

"Genie, please, I wish everything would go back to normal! Reverse all these crazy changes!" Paul pleads desperately, gripping the lamp.

The genie frowns, scratching his head. "Uh, ya wanna make this whole messed up situation the new norm? Yeah, I can dig it!" He nods sagely.

Alex's brow furrows as he struggles against the invasive changes reshaping his mind. "N-no, wait… I don't wanna be some meathead bro!" He protests weakly, voice already starting to lose its sharpness. "C'mon Paul, this ain't right, dude! Help me stay me!"

"I'm trying Alex, I swear!" Paul grips Alex's shoulders, staring intently into his glazing eyes. "Keep fighting it, okay? Don't let this happen!"

But Alex's vocabulary is shrinking by the second. "Yeah, no, I dunno 'bout that, bro." He scratches his head, looking confused. "Gym sounds rad tho! Maybe I'll go later, yeah?"

"No Alex, focus!" Paul shakes him gently. "You're slipping away!"

"Bro, what's with the intense interrogation?" Alex blinks slowly, expression dulling. "I'm just tryna chill, ya know? Nuthin' to get bent outta shape over." He shrugs his massive shoulders.

"No, listen Alex!" Paul insists, desperation coloring his voice. "You're forgetting who you are!"

Alex tilts his head, brows furrowed. "Huh? Forgettin' what?" He seems to struggle to grasp the concepts. "Naaah, you must be mistaken, my dude. I'm all about the gains and gaming now!" He flexes an arm, grinning stupidly. "Chicks dig the biceps too, y'know?"

"Alex, please, you have to snap out of this!" Paul pleads, tears forming in his eyes. "This isn't you talking! You love philosophy. You want to go to law school!"

"Philoso… fill-loss-oh…What….?" Alex repeats slowly, as if the words are foreign. Then he laughs, a crude barking sound. "Dude, who needs all that sissy stuff? Video games and protein shakes are life now!" He punches Paul's shoulder playfully, nearly knocking him over with his enhanced strength.

"Oof! Alex, stop!" Paul rubs his sore arm, feeling helpless as he watches his brilliant friend slip away. "I know you're still in there somewhere! Fight it!"

"Hey, whatchu cryin' for, bro?" Alex notices Paul's tears and looks genuinely concerned, in a simple-minded sort of way. "Real fuckin' men don't cry, brah." A smirk forms on his face, "Here, I have a good joke for ya."

PPFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

"Haha, oh man, didja smell that, bro?" Alex guffaws at the sound and smell of his own fart, "I'm so gassy from all the protein powder!" He takes a big whiff of his own stinky cloud, giggling childishly. Alex flexes his bulging muscles, admiring his reflection in a nearby mirror. Thick hair sprouts across his body as he grows even more hirsute and beefed up. Another orgasm hits and he grunts, "Whooo, that's the stuff!"

Paul's stomach churns at the sight and smell. Paul's heart sinks as he watches Alex descend further into this crass, unintelligent state. The words echo in his mind - "Leave well enough alone." Maybe Elliot was right. Paul just stares in disbelief, hardly recognizing his once intelligent, sophisticated friend in this new Neanderthal-like state. Everything Alex was... everything he could be... all gone, replaced by this crude caricature.

Paul's heart races as he grasps the lamp, desperation fueling his movements. "Genie, please, I need to make one more wish! I can't let this happen to Alex!"

The genie shakes his head sadly, "Sorry kiddo, ya done spent all yer wishin' credits. No more freebies for ya!" He points a bony finger at Paul accusingly, "Shoulda thought twice 'fore messin' with forces beyond yer comprehension, eh?"

Meanwhile, Alex groans and shifts uncomfortably, his enormous cock throbbing and leaking copiously. "Ugh, fuck dude… so much spunk. It won't quit drippin'!" He glances down at his straining erection, a look of dumb confusion on his face. Alex scratches his head, looking down at his cum-soaked shorts. "Aw man, I need somethin' to soak up all this jizz, ya know?" He glances at the genie hopefully. "Oi genie dude, hook a bro up with a sick jockstrap that can handle all this baby batter!"

The genie grins toothily. "One magic cum-guzzlin' jockstrap, comin' right up!"

Before Paul can react, an invisible force yanks him towards Alex's crotch. "Wha- Hey! Stop!" Paul yelps, but it's too late. His mouth is engulfed by Alex's huge, throbbing cock as his arms wrap around Alex's muscular waist. Paul gags and sputters, eyes wide with shock.

"Mmmph! Gllkk mmm!" Paul tries to protest but can only make muffled noises around the thick shaft stretching his lips. He feels a strange tingling sensation spreading through his body as the changes begin…

Alex moans, fingers tangling in Paul's hair. "Whoa dude, your mouth feels amazeballs! Guess you're a natural cocksucker after all!" He chuckles dumbly, flexing his hips to thrust shallowly.

Paul's thoughts race in panic as he feels his body beginning to morph and reshape itself. Oh god, no no no, this can't be happening! Not like this! He tries to pull away but finds his limbs moving independently, fusing and twisting in unnatural ways.

His legs stretch and shift, sliding up along Alex's muscular thighs and taint until they merge with his hands. Paul's torso compresses and flattens, the flesh and bone condensing into a thin strip of material. His face pushes outward, features smooshing and reforming into the cup-shaped front of a jockstrap.

"MMMPPHHH!! GLLKK MMFF!" Paul's screams are garbled and muted as his vocal cords dissolve away.

Paul's mind reels in horror as he feels the last vestiges of his humanity slipping away. His consciousness narrows to a single purpose - containing and cushioning Alex's relentless erections. The jockstrap material stretches taut as it molds perfectly to Alex's package, soaking up the endless stream of pre-cum and semen.

Alex grunts and adjusts the jockstrap, fingers brushing over the flattened surface that was once Paul's face. "Damn bro, this thing is unreal! Feels like it was made just for my junk! And fuck its still dry as fuck! Thanks genie bro!"

But the genie is gone. And so is the lamp. Alex shrugs and sprawls out on the couch. He had a great day ahead of him- gym, videogames, and beer. No thoughts spent on who he was... or who his jockstrap had been either.

[alwaysweatysneakers]

I was forced to leave my left shoe locked on the side of the road, 20 km from home, for the night. The right shoe has been secured on my foot with another lock, and all the keys are put into the shoe I left behind. This means that I won't be able to take it off during the night. Also, I will be able to get my lost shoe back just tomorrow morning, on the way to the office. This means that, if someone is gonna steal that shoe during the night, I will have to go to work with the other one still locked on my right foot!

[kungfurre]

Starting the Saturday with coffee and gear to realy get everything going 😎

Honeywell Spacel 3000 protectionsuit, it is basicly a non breathable thick plastic bag shaped as a coverall. It is just as shiny on the inside as it is on the outside, sticks to your skin and the sweat beads up on the inside 👌

And the sound...sweet heaven..🥰🤤

Add a layer and get exploring outdoors. 🤠💦

[kungfurre]

First part of this trip was to change into my camo gear, my base layer so to speak in this session.

Love how these trousers fit and feel on me when I am moving around.

But there are mosquitos and other fiendish things out there that I need to be protected from...

[kungfurre]

I have planned for a while to go out on a little adventure, yesterday was the day.

Full camo, Nike Af1, the yellow Honeywell suit and my Tychem protection suit.

Fuck I was so horny being out there walking around in nature, this grey suit are so LOUD I don't feel comfortable wearing it inside my flat haha. To wear it and not think about if anyone would hear was next level.

Having all these layers on was intense and warm, loved it to bits!

Anyone wanna see a vid or two of it? 😎 It is pure ASMR

[kungfurre]

When I am just freezing in motion and look like a meerkat I am trying to listen if there are any cars that's on their way to stop by this place or if there are any hikers/dog walkers out. I was so nervous haha

[kungfurre]

You can see how stiff it is by the arm hanging out of it in the beginning.

This is a long vid guys, I realy hope you enjoy it. Going to do this more time in the future, hopefully not alone every time 😃

Is there some place people into this kind of gear can meet, hangout and get deaf from the insanely loud noises? Would love to know and participate when I can

[kungfurre]

Come on guys, time to get the suits on!

Show me some pics of you guys in protection suits or rainsuit 🤩

[kungfurre]

So I had this dude @alwaysweatysneakers here in November last year and had some great fun.

First I ordered him what to wear, which was the yellow plastic protection overall as first layer towards his skin.

Second layer is this awesome Yamaha rain set you see in the pics/video. None of this is even remotely breathable!

I continued with taping up his hands into balls, I made sure to place a sock in each hand before so didn't have as much movement. Plus it made the hands look like two silver clubs which wasn't good for anything. Follow up with a sock in his mouth, one bandana with a knot on over that, another flat bandana over that then layer after layer after layer of duct tape. This part can't be seen realy, heard later though...😏😉

He was a very obedient boy by now, he knew by now he wouldn't be able to do anything about it with his hands looking like they did. So I started to tie him up.

So now he has white socks on his feet, in his hands and in his mouth with no way to get any off them off.

I tie a pretty simple hogtie pinning hands and arms close to his body with rope going under his ass and on the sides of his crotch.

Feet tied and connected to the rope harness on his upper body.

I didn't tie any off this TO hard cuz I had plans to keep him there for a while.

Thing was..I needed to go get breakfast...and I didn't want him to feel left out. So I left him tied up inside instead, sweating like crazy untill I came back!

I geared up in some baggy Gstar jeans, a Superdry puffer and a hardshell jacket from L.Brador then ventured out.

Last thing I did was to tape my absolutly oldest pair of sneaker over his face which he had to breath untill I came back. Which he had no idea how long it would take either.

Then I donned both of the hoods between the tounge of the sneaker and the sneaker itself (better than I did in the vid). To make sure he couldn't shake them off in any way.

and then I simply left.

[kungfurre]

Warning!

Loud suit incoming! 🔥🔥🔥

@alwaysweatysneakers dresses what I tell him to, also when it comes to what to wear for a nap.