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I am sorry to say that I cannot continue this account. This is due to some technical issues that leave the account unable to sign back in if I leave. Therefore I will create a new account, maletf1234. I can only make if I log out for a final time. This account will continue posting until the 7th of May, then it will not post again. Thank you all for following me. I hope to see you on my new account maletf1234. Bye!

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Tyler stood in front of the mirror. He took a picture of himself and admired it. He was tall, hot and fit. He was young, fresh out of college. He was also a faggot. He was used by older men for his body, and repeated had his heart broken. He wanted more than the degree he had. He wanted power.

Tyler searched on the web, as he didn't know where to start. He searched 'How to get men under control.' Each tap of the keys reminded him of how useless it all was. He sighed. He pressed enter. The computer took him to a website which he never seen before. It was a spiral. It twirled round and round. Tyler started at it. His mouth hung open, and he started drooling. The drool hissed as it hit his body, and made his body grow out. His stomach buldged. His hair fell out. His waistline grew, and his red pair of shorts ripped off him, revealing a growing cock. He became smarter. More commanding. Manlier. He also became lazier. He wanted others to do his bidding. The spiral stopped. Tyler shook his head. He sat in his bed, naked, his body three times the size it was before. He grew angry at the computer. The world. He smashed the computer against the wall. His three roommates rushed in.

'Tyler what the f-'

Tyler turned and sat on the edge of his bed. His cock swayed side to side, as if it had a mind of it's own.

'Come on pups.' he said in a commanding voice. ' will you let him be all alone?' he pointed to his cock, where the three men were already looking. They stared blankly at it, as if the image had wiped away their thoughts.

'Its all yours.' Tyler said, smiling. His cock swayed hypnoticly. 'Drink up pups!'

All at once, the three men rushed to the thick, Juicy cock. They lapped it up, groaning and moaning in delight. There eyes were like glass. Tyler had control of them all. He could do what he wanted, when he wanted without moving, or getting dressed. All through these three puppets.

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New percing, New man

George bit into his sandwich and rubbed his aching nipple. He was fresh out from his first chest pericing, and it ached more than any other percing he had ever had. He had only had one ear pierced though, but it still hurt a lot. He chewed on his cheese sandwich, and tasted great. Cheese sandwiches were Gorge's second favorite food, after dick and cum. Juicy cum. Thinking about it made his mouth drool and his dick hard. He ate some more sandwich.

His nipple pericing hurt some more. Gorge touched it. It hurt more. The small ache became a pulse to a fiery pain Gorge ever felt before. He screamed. The pain dulled. George felt better. He felt wetter as well. He looked down and saw he came in his pants. He looked down in confusion. He thought, then realized he liked pain. He loved being hurt by his master. In a moment of madness and lust, he started fingering his nipple pericing. The fiery heat of pain coursed through him, but this time he laughed, enjoying the heat and hormones it released. The fire swirled around him, and he realised it was actual fire. The flames swirled around him. At first he was scared, but as the flames licked him he laughed, a deeper booming laugh. The flames started to change him. They licked his body, growing muscle and hair wherever they touched. His messy hair was cut of, a manly buzz cut stood there now. A beard grew on his manly chin. His clothes burnt off him, licking his dick, legs and feet. He enjoyed it all. The fire calmed down, and swirled around his legs, covering him in leather, all the way up to his muscular chest.

George heard footsteps. Two young twinks ran in.

'We-we Saw fire and th-then you are fine now how are y-'

'Quiet pup!' George yelled. ' Didn't you forget what I said? I am your master I own you!'

'Wait W-what?' one whimpered

'Dont talk Slave! If you must, call me your Master!'

'M-Master...'

'Quiet!' George commands. He heard a faint snap, the sound of minds snapping as the twinks became his. 'Now you, clean up this mess!' he pointed to one twink then at the ash the fire made. 'And you! Lick me clean! I have a rock hard cock for both of you when you finish.'

'Yes Master.' they said in unison. They walked of to do their jobs.

George smiled. His new life was going to be fun.

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The Necklace

Jayden was walking back from his friend's house. He was nearly home when he realised he forgot his favourite jacket back there. He groaned and turned back. He trudged along the grey pavement, each step reminding him of the time he could be spending jacking off. He turned the corner and saw something shiny nestled in the brown autumn leaves next to the pavement. He bent down and picked it up.

It was a silver cross necklace. Gleaming in the fading sun, it looked beautiful, enticing, longing to be worn. Jayden dusted of the mud and leaves and put it on. He continued back to his friends house.

As he walked, he felt better. More upbeat, happier. A smile grew on his face. A warm spread throughout his body, as if his soul was content. He walked further, and the warmth grew hotter, soon he took of his shirt, and he wore nothing but jeans, nothing underneath. He turned a corner, and felt a sudden chill. He went to put his shirt back on, but was surprised when it had turned into a leather harness, and a leather cap. He pulled over the harness and pulled on the cap, which were big at first, but his body grew and moulded it's self to fit the clothes. his small chest grew, his belly became abs. His mind, whilst quite full to begin with, emptied as he moved, the leather hat filling his brain with new memories and a want- no need to dominate twinks. Just at the thought of sex his cock grew and buldged.

He arrived at his friends house. His mate Paul opened the door. Paul looked at the new man, different in everyway from the teen who left a few minutes ago. He looked pleased.

'See you got my little gift daddy.' Paul smiled. 'Come on in, I'm really.'

' Jayden followed after him. ' Get ready for the ride of your life princess.' he growled. He slammed the door shut and locked it tight.

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The demon awoke. He was in a new body. His time had come for vengeance.

'Ah. Free at last.' he said in a deep, angry voice. He looked around. He was in a brick cell. He was laying on an uncomfortable bed, with steel bars on the ends. Slivers of daylight slipped through the small window, covering his new roommate. He seemed to be sleeping. There was a small camera in the top corner of the room. The cell door was locked.

'Trapped again.' He said angrily. 'But not for two long.' He stared into the camera.

' I will be freed.'

He looked to his new roommate. He learned over him. He whispered in his ear. It was an ancient mind control spell. His breath turned bright orange and seeped into his ear. The roommate awoke with a start.

He jumped up. His eyes glowing orange like the demon's. He was staring forward, blank expression, blank mind, blank soul. He was awaiting orders.

'Servant.' the demon said. 'Obey me.'

The roommate snapped his head towards him. He knelt on one knee.

'Yes.'

The demon walked up to the door and ripped it off. He chanted his spell. It wafted through the halls, cells, vents. The prisoners were released. They stared forward. The were more servant. Orange fog wafted round them, making their minds blank, their eyes orange. The pulled off their clothes. There bodied became greater, more toned. Their minds became the demon's own. They were his army.

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'Look into the camera Andy.'

Andy turned.

*Snap*

'hey!' Andy said. 'What was that for?'

'nothing.' the man said. ' come on, let's take another. Pose this time.'

'Wait..' Andy said, but his body obeyed the man without question, ignoring Andy's mind entirely.

'There we go.' the man bend down, and took a picture of Andy.

*Snap*

Andy recoiled. The flash was so bright. He took a few moments to blink the spots out of his eyes. He felt his memories stagger. He forgot what he was doing. He blinked a few more times till it came back.

'Let's take a few more pics.' the man said, his gleaming smile enticing Andy to agree.

'Sure. Why not.' Andy replied. He stuck a pose.

*Snap*

'Gah!' Andy yelled. His memories shook again.

'Just a few more.'

*Snap*

Andy fell to the floor

*Snap*

*Snap*

'Here, take one your self.' the man said. Andy took the camera and took a selfie.

Andy had changed. He was a dumb man, sitting in his flat on his jack-off chair. He was very hairy. He stunk of sweat. He wore no trousers, only pants, but that suited him. He loved rubbing his cock. He tried to remember life before, but he couldn't. He pulled out his cock.

'Huhm.' the man interrupt. Andy stared at him, his cock out, his mouth open. 'If you start to feel smart, take a photo. Oh, and I'll pop over sometimes to check on you, and big Johnson down there.' he smiled at his cock then at Andy. 'Bye.'

The man left as Andy rubbed his cock, moaning in delight.

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John was a nerdy guy. He read books all day and new everything about anything there is. He drew comics for fun and watched TV when he is bored. But John wasn't happy. He was bored by his current life. He wanted a change.

One day, he popped round to his younger brother's house. His younger brother was a muscular, dumb jock. Exactly what his parents hated. Exactly what John wanted to be. He took the spare key from under the door mat and walked inside. The house was small and crappy. It was a sea of dirty clothes, wrappers and stains all over the walls, floors and even ceilings. The smell was horrible, John held his nose as he waded in. His brother was at the gym so John wouldn't be worried about seeing him. John rummaged through the smelly socks, pants and half eaten food and found what he was looking for. The skateboard.

It was crusty and stained, but still worked. John bought it for his brother's 17th birthday. It was also the day he became a bad boy, not just at school, but at home too. It had a wooden base and black top with four wonky wheels. John picked it up and stepped outside.

He placed the board down, determined to ride the board, to see the life he was missing out. John stood on the board and pushed off the pavement. He wobbled a bit, but then kept his balance. He rode down the hill. Getting better and more confident. He did tricks and flips. He got cockier. His mind filled with Skateboard knowledge, pushing out years of memories, work and experience. He laughed, much deeper, and more stupid. He grew muscles. Even in the whistling wind, he grew warm. His face, legs and arms grew with the sweaty musk he was now known for, the heavenly gas swirled around him. He grew warmer, and ripped off his shirt, revealing sweaty abs. His jeans shrunk into cutoff trousers. He pulled on a cap. He was a dumb sweaty jock, riding to who knows where.

He stopped at a house he hadn't seen before. 'His Bros house', a voice in his head reminded, 'To suck him off of course.'

I like cock? He asked himself. Yes. The Voice replied. You want cock and cum. Cum. Both he and the Voice said at once. He went inside to suck a dick or two. What a good life he had.

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[maletf123]

Posted on my second account again. Will try to post daily and can do any kinks.

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Branson was a posh boy from a private school in LA. He was cruel to anyone outside the school, especially those who didn't go to private school. He and his friends liked to walk around LA after-school, making their entire personality about their parents' wealth and picking on those porter than them.

One day, Branson and his gang was walking home to their mansions, when they saw a guy who was laying on a bench. He was covered in blankets and wore a weathered coat. He had their back to them and was staring into the sea. Jason, one of Brandon's friends, spotted him first.

'hey peasant!' he shouted. Jason confidential walked up to him, the four others walked close behind, snickering at the poor man. The man ignored Jason and stared out to sea. 'Hey!' Jason shouted again. 'I'm talking to you!' he put his hand on the guy's shoulder.

The man clamped his hand on Jason. Jason's face contoured in pain as he knelt on to the ground. The man lent over and whispered in his ear, then let go of Jason. Jason stood. He turned to his friends. The friends gasped as he traveled his eyes, glowing green. 'Let us swim in the sea.' he said emotionlessly. He turned to the sea and walked towards it.

Brandon inched forwards and followed him. Jason waded into the sea, fully clothed in his preppy uniform. The wave rose up around him, covering his body. His clothes melted of him, like the sea lapped up the uniform and dissolved it. He wore a yellow Speedo, gleaming in the sun. His skinny figure grew muscles, he grew taller. He turned. A new man stepped out of the surf. His eyes were glowing green still, but a wide grim spread across his face.

'Wow.' he said in a deeper, more masculine voice, 'It worked.' he turned to his friends. 'Well,' he said. 'Jump on in.'

Brandon and his friends turned to each other. Nickolas and Benjamin smiled, there eyes glowed a green hue. They ran to the surf, and they transformed like Jason. They put their arms round each other, and smiled at each others boners. They smiled and laughed in a deeper, adult laugh. They locked eyes, and Nickolas slowly knelt down.

Brandon felt a hand clamp on his shoulder. 'time for a swim.' Jason said, w hunk of pure muscle. He threw Brandon in. He went flying, and splashed into the water. The sea hugged him, it's warm embrace clamped him down, he stopped struggling and giggled and laughed as the water shaped his body, ripped abs, thick thighs and a huge ass. The water dissolved his old school uniform and wrapped his new body in a blue Speedo and flung him out of the water. Brandon landed on his feet. As he looked at his new body, his vision became tinted green, and he grew a rock solid boner.

'hey bro!' shouted Jason. 'nice boner, wanna see mine?'

'of course bro!' Brandon replied. 'Lets see it then!' he knelt as Jason pulled down his yellow swimming trunks.

The man in blankets smiled. He watched the new men play with eachother and crumbled into a green dust, and directed away in the wind.

( say if you want a longer story or short. This is medium for me.)

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Logan walked up to the gay bar. He was a muscular jock, low on cash and looking for a sugar daddy to pay his bills. Maybe even a hot one, he might enjoy him. But he had to focus. Stay tough. Be hot. Be pricey.

He pushed open the door. The heat smoke and noise hit him hard. He put on a tough face and stepped in. He closed the door. The bar was alive with noise from people of all races talking at once. Everyone looked different, but all shared the same male lust, horniness beyond anything Logan had experienced before. His cock grew hard from the energy of the place. Music. Lights. Men. Sweaty,Hot Men.

'Hey.' a man said from behind. Logan turned. He waved to a back room. 'Come on.' he said. He was tall, buff, hot and horny as any guy he ever seen. He wore leather all over. He held a cigarette in his hand. He pushed the door open and walked in. Logan followed him.

The backroom was piled with boxes. A dim bulb hung from the ceiling, covering the room in shadows but from the centre. The man leaned on the boxes, smoking heavily. The man breathed out smoke, making Logan choke.

'New to Fags?' he said, in a gruff voice.

' The sticks yes, the people, no.' Logan said, trying to flirt with the guy.

'Don't try flirt.' he breathed out more smoke. It took a green hue and wafted around. Tom grew warmer and warmer. ' I know what I want.' Tom pulled off his hoodie. The man breathed out more green smoke. Logan's vision tinted green. He chocked on the smoke. He moved his hands to his throat, coughing and wheezing. He pulled at his clothes, To try to free himself. He fell on the floor.

The man smiled. He stopped on his cigarette. 'You know what I want? A partner.'

'I want a hairy man.' the smoke wrapped around Logan, changing his body, his mind to the man's commands.

'I want an angry daddy, who will dominate measly twinks at night.' The smoke crept into Tom's brain, turning him on, changing his mind, memories, personality.

'I want him leather clad.' Logan's body grew loose leather, the clothes his life, both day and night wear.

'I want him smoking, both cigarette and hot.' Logan's body obeyed. He became horny, hot and craving for nicotine.

'I want you Freind.' He helped Logan up, and then gave him a fag. Logan breathed in, craving the flavour of it. He exhaled in a sigh of relief. ' Good as ever.' he said in a gruff, manly voice. 'Now, for some men to top.' Logan left the Backroom, a different man, on a search for men to fuck.

(Cigarettes are bad for you)

(I am gay so I can say the F-slur.)

(also in England Fag is slang for cigarettes)

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Got a hornier side account.

Welcome to hell

Send nudes, pics to post, whatever. I want them all. will post (nearly) all. For stories, follow...

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Derek stared out to sea. He shivered in his wool coat as the wind sweep past him, laughing mockingly. He couldn't believe that his girlfriend had left him before their one year anniversary. He could still see her face, laughing at him as she drove off with his new boyfriend. She said he wasn't manly enough. Wasn't hot enough. He was too thin. Her voice swirled round his head, shouting insults at him. He wanted to hide, but he couldn't escape what had happened today. Derek felt a tear trickle down his face. He cried into the ocean, the waves lapping away his tears, but more kept coming.

Eventually, the tears slowed then stopped. Derek stared out to sea.

'Mind if I join you?' said a voice behind Derek. Without waiting for an answer, a man sat down next to Derek. 'You look quite sad mate, girlfriend troubles?'

Derek sighed.'yep. I feel so bad.' Derek looked at the man. He was a hairy chested giant, cheery, chubby and very manly. Derek's girlfriend would have loved him.

'Hey, if it will cheer you up, me and the lads are about to swim in the sea here. Interested?'

'there?' Derek asked. 'it looks so cold! Besides, I forgot my swimming trunks.'

' Don't worry, I got some here.' the man pulled out some navy blue trunks. ' we'll meet in half an hour so be ready by then. You can use that blue beach hut over there, it's mine.' he pointed to a modern blue house up on the hill.

'Ok, I will. Thanks.' Derek said. He scooped up the trunks and walked to the beach hut, a spring in his step.

He arrived at the beach hut. The door was unlocked, so Derek stepped inside. He didn't look around much as he didn't want to be late, but this was a two story house, not a hut. Light gleemed through the windows and the view of the beach was amazing. He found the bathroom and undressed.

He put on the trunks. He immediately felt bad. His stomach rocked and rolled like he was going to puke. He put both hands on the bathroom sink and looked into the mirror. His clean, skinny figure was changing. His stomach swelled and swelled until it was the perfect mix of muscle and fat. Hair sprung up on his body like weeds. Thick, brown hair grew on his head, face, chest and right down to his legs, and everywhere in between. His stomach stopped aching. He stood up. His confidence grew, as did his cock and his odeur of man, a pure sweaty smell he only got on the warmest of days.

What did he mean by that? This was his trademark scent. He loved it, as did the men who wanted to ride his thick cock. He loved men. He pulled up his phone and snapped a quick selfie for Grindr.

*KNOCK**KNOCK*

'Hey bro!' the man from before shouted. 'you coming?'

'Of course bro!' Derek shouted in a deeper voice. He unlocked the door. The man stood there, fully clothed. 'shouldn't you change?' Derek asked.

'I thought you could help me.' he replied. 'But you first. ' he run his fingers round the rim of Derek's trunks.

'Of course bro. come on in.' Derek closed the bathroom door.

*BANG*

*CLICK*

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James stood on the rugby pitch, freezing in the wind. He was small, weak and skinny so he was terrible at Rugby. He was playing against Zac, his bully, in a sports class.

'James!' the coach spat.' Move!'

James looked up, just in time for Zac to bash into him. James fell to the floor. A cheer rose from the other team. Zac had scored.

'Nice moves pipsqueak!' He shouted at James as he jogged to his Friends. He and his muscular Bros laughed stupidly and bumped chest, flexing there muscle and shouting 'Yeah!'

The coach handed James the ball. 'Do something this time.' he said, quite angry but with a little wink at the end, as if they shared an inside joke.

He looked at the ball, then at Zac and his buddies, who were still laughing at pointing at James. A knot of anger grew inside of him, clouding his nerdy brain. His face grew into a snarl.

James ran towards the other side of the pitch. His weak arms and legs grew and buldged under his sports wear. His singlet grew tighter and then ripped under his new weight of muscle and fat. He became taller. His head became smaller, and his brain shrunk too, but his anger grew. He charged into Zac, knocking him aside and he scored. The coach blew for the end of a match. James threw away the ball. He wanted to play more rugby. He spat on the pitch and walked out to the locker.

(Sorry if this is offensive to anyone, this isn't how you play rugby.)

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Marvin and his best friend Theodore were two nerds in Fortin Secondary school for boys. They were smart but unattractive. They wanted to be popular, muscular and attractive. They wanted all of the girls in the school. They had also heard what I could do. They slipped me £50 each to transform them to their standards. I waited for them to enter there favourite class, maths, to begin it.

Marvin and his best friend Theodore were two nerds in Fortin Secondary school for boys. They were smart but unattractive. They wanted to be popular, muscular and attractive. They wanted all of the girls in the school. They had also heard what I could do. They slipped me £50 each to transform them to their standards. I waited for them to enter there favourite class, maths, to begin it.

The Teacher tapped at the board and asked Marvin a question. 'Marvin,' he said to his star pupil,' what is 17 X 15?'.

'I don't kno' do I? I don't give a fuc!' he yelled, his posh boy accent fading into a Deep, dumb one from East London. The Teacher yelled at Marvin and Theodore and sent them both out. I followed behind them and made sure the transformation worked as intended.

Their School blazers twisted and darkened, to form two black puffer coats. They charged, there language, accent and vocabulary turned foul. Dark school trousers became skinny tracksuit bottoms, where two 10 inch dicks grew. They pulled black sunglasses and black caps out of nowhere, and put them on. Gone were the two nerds of the school. Now two bullying roadmen stood there. As one last gift, I gave them a touch of love. The two Bros became horny. They stared at each other and in a moment of lust, rushed to the bathroom to jack each other off.

They do this on a regular basis, and sometimes let me join in. But they could always use a third roadman. A new fuck buddy. Are you interested?

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James stood on the corner of East Street, looking at the new gym across the road. He observed the street for his favourite book shop but it wasn't there. He can to the conclusion that the gym replaced the book shop overnight. He suddenly felt a tugging feeling in his gut, as if he was drawn to that place physically. He wanted, no must enter the gym.

He walked in, the musk odour of male sweat seeped through his nostrils. He recoiled, disgusted by the foul smell. The odour seeped through his head, reaching his brain and coilling around it. James breathed in more of the sweaty scent. He could feel his brain shrinking, thought fading away. The heavenly sent made his thin arms buldge with muscles, his nerdy top shrank into a smelly, red leotard. His trousers became shorts, shoes became trainers. James thoughts turned to what he wanted the most: to work out and grow his huge muscles. He breathed in one last breath of sweaty men and his name faded from his mind.

Brad is his new name. He works out everyday and never showers. He reeks of sweat and grime for exercise. He will let you shed your old life and join him as his sweaty gym bro, as smelly, dumb and muscular as he is.

My first tf sorry if it's bad!