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[musclegrowth-12]

mathieu.sport

[jonbene]

reading about puberty was really weird today. i wondered what it would be like to actually go through it and how long it will take? they gave us a little kickstarter pill after watching the video, but i was sure it wasn’t anything. it just made me tired. I just wanted to take a bath and go to bed.

but…by the time i got home, I felt weird in my body. it felt harder and heavier to walk. i knew i was tired, but even starting the bath was a struggle. it felt like my clothes were restricting me and it was harder to breathe. when i first looked in the mirror, it was so strange. it didn’t look like me. my face was more defined, fuzzier, and my hair was darker. it scared me at first, but then i remembered the kickstarter pill they gave us. omg! it was working! this was exciting now, what would we all look like in the morning?

i started to get undressed for the bath, but I stopped as I looked down at myself. My body was…prickly. hairs growing out everywhere. i thought this was only supposed to happen to men?

i lifted up my arm and watched as hair bushed out so quickly. it was as if being exposed to the air made it grow even faster. it was at this point i knew something was wrong. i was scared and panicked, trying to find a way to stop it.

i tried to put my clothes back on. maybe that would slow the process? but it was like the more i resisted the faster it went. i started shaking, everything hurt. my body hit its growth spurt. growing taller, wider, bulkier. packing on more and more muscle. I was bursting out of my clothes!

I had my dream body. The body i always wanted was looking back at me in the mirror, but it was all moving too fast. “StOP!!” I cried out, my voice cracking. “woah…what was that,” I said to myself in a, low, booming voice.

Terrified, my new man voice screamed out, “NO! MORE! ENOUGH!” as i watched the fine, prickly hairs, that once were there, burst out in thick, coarse hair intertwining over my now massive body. I backed away from the mirror in fear as my face matured. The full beard coming out of my face sealed the deal for me. I was no longer that kid in school. I slipped over the shredded clothes on the floor, and fell backwards into the bath. I looked down at myself in the water. I had no idea who this man was floating in the bath water.

Sitting there, I started to relax. I explored myself in this new adult body of mine. I started to enjoy the beauty of getting older and more mature. I never liked being a kid in school anyway. Acceptance washed over me as I emerged from the bath.

Drying myself off, I looked in the mirror again. Now recognizing the man I’d become. I wondered what would my parents think? What would everyone else in class look like? Do I even need to go back to school? None of these questions mattered to me anymore as I was relieved puberty had come and gone and I could begin my new life now.

[muscular-fantasies]

The jock app (2)

“Holy fuck!! This thing is real?” I said surprised at the sight of my arms thickening a bit.

Some days ago I had received a link to this weird app, telling me it was perfect to rebrand. I thought it had to be some kind of lame joke from those gym-bastards in school, knowing I was transferring next week.

But against my own disbelief I thought I could at least fantasize a bit with it, seeing what it would do if it worked. Of course when I opened it and adjusted my stats slightly I was mesmerized as my body reshaped itself into it.

I was carefully looking at everything seeing that I could transform however I wanted: hair, face, height, muscles, mentally, … everything I could think of had a tab in the app. Since I was moving away from the beach, I thought it would be fun to transform myself into the perfect surfer stud.

My hair grew, making it look like sandy waves, my jaw squared and my muscles bulged, as I started to look more and more as a hunky surfer.

“Hey.. dude.. no that’s not it.. Sup dude?” I tried to speak the part, but it felt so stupid. Just for the fun of it I made my IQ a bit lower, so I could feel like a real surfer dude.

“damn dude, I’m freaking hot.. Gonna miss the waves..” I said,looking down at my phone.

I instantly got scared as I saw my IQ lowering a lot more then I wanted, seeing I hadn’t let go of the button while playing dumb. I let go of the button, but it was already too late. My eyes got a duller look, as my IQ had dropped drastically.

I couldn’t for my live figure out how this difficult app worked, I pressed send further, hoping some tech support dude, would redo it. I then looked back at the mirror and smiled. “Dude! Time for some waves..” I said turning around to start my new life, not even noticing that the app was gone.

[maletfsstories-deactivated20250]

Becoming

Requested by agenttopmodel2002

-"New email?" Toby Smith thought to himself as the music he was listening to was interrupted by the sound of his email notifications.

As he closed the tab he was working on and opened his email he put his glasses on and observed with surprise an image of a pretty muscled himbo wearing a set of revealing underwear.

-"Not again!" Toby said to himself rather angrily as the new email he had received was another one of those sexy underwear ads.

For the past couple of days, he had continuously received similar emails for no apparent reason, he didn't remember buying any underwear online or clicking on a suspicious link that would have provoked the mountain of ads he had received.

 

He had even convinced one of his friends who studied systems engineering to check his computer yet he didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

-"When is this shit going to stop!" thought toby as he was about to report the ad as spam yet before he could do so his eyes were transfixed on the model in the add.

Just like the others he had received the guy was incredibly handsome, everything about him seemed perfect from head to toe which angered toby a lot.

Guys like him didn't have to worry about much in life, their pretty faces and body would do all the talking and work, unlike Toby who had to study years in college in order to get a degree and later on get a low pay job if he was lucky.

-"Fuck it!" Thought Toby as he opened adobe illustrator and started working on the finishing touches of his graphic design assignment.

 

-"That exhibitionist life isn't for me" Toby thought -"Probably wouldn't be worth it at all"

Toby's talented hand swiftly grabbed a pen and started drawing with it on the Wacom tablet connected to his computer, with each line and color he added his "piece of art" came to life.

-"Looking Good!" Toby thought as he continued drawing, the assignment he had to do was rather simple, he just had to make a poster about anything he wanted.

This permitted him the use of elements from Cassandre his favorite artist who made modern and geometrical-looking advertisements for a large host of companies during the early decades of the twentieth century.

After almost half an hour of continuous work, Toby's assignment was about to be completed yet his mind suddenly became blank, he knew he wanted to add a little bit of contrast with the use of a darker color pallet but it was as if his mind couldn't fully comprehend this.

Despite this Toby tried to continue working but his hand movements were much more sloppier and the new colors he was adding looked horrible as if his knowledge of the color wheel had vanished.

Toby tried a few times to continue his work but he couldn't come up with something to follow up on what he had already done.

 

-"I better take a break" Said Toby as he eliminated his most recent additions to his work but left the ones he liked the most.

Once he had saved it he opened a blank page and started drawing something random, this was something Toby did constantly as he understood that is normal to get a small mind block from time to time and that the best way to overcome it is by doing something spontaneous in order to eliminate whatever is stopping one's creative process.

As Toby moved the pen around his Wacom tablet he didn't notice the slow and almost unnoticeable elimination of his body fat, primarily around his large belly which with each passing minute decreased an inch or two in size.

-"This just looks bad..." Said Toby as he looked at the horrible drawing he had made of a forest which surprised him as even a kid could have done a better job than he had done.

-"Maybe the music is distracting me..." Though Toby as he removed his headphones and placed them next to his computer, as he eliminated the forest drawing and opened a new blank page his small studio apartment started going through a few changes of its own.

His place became slightly cleaner and his bookshelf filled with literary and artistic books disappeared and in its place was left a large bin of small beauty trophies and modeling memorabilia.

A few photos of him in artist's conventions became photos of modeling shoots with a strange but beautiful himbo exposing almost all of his body to the camera.

The most drastic change of all happened in Toby's closet which went from containing simple t-shirts with small graphics, jeans, and large underwear to exposing sleeveless shirts, small shorts, and hundreds upon hundreds of colorful speedos and jocks.

By the time the changes reached Toby's body once more a small dribble of saliva fell out of his mouth as his vision started to become blurry and his thought processing slowed down considerably.

Toby's body had become skinny as all of the excess fat had melted but this wouldn't last long as in an instant all over his body muscle started growing.

His legs now sported an impressive set of thighs while in the back of his legs his hamstrings grew larger and his rather small behind became a perfect round and large bubble but that raised him in his chair.

Toby's manhood then increased in size to seven inches but he wouldn't use it as much when compared to his larger assets in the back.

-"Am I sick?" Said Toby as he felt huge dizziness sweeping in his mind while he continued trying to draw a cat he had seen earlier on his neighbor's balcony yet his hands produced a horrible interpretation of his orders.

As Toby tried to correct his drawing his body slowly increased in height to six feet, his torso developed a noticeable v-shape and he also now had a defined six-pack where his belly used to be.

Then in Toby's chest were his old manboobs used to be a pair of strong pecs formed that perfectly complemented his lower body, meanwhile, Toby's arms grew with muscle as evidenced by his larger biceps and lower arms.

As the changes advanced towards Toby's face, his whole body became completely waxed leaving him with a weird type of godly glow each time the sun or a light source encountered his skin.

Once the changes arrived at Toby's face the major change that happened was the complete elimination of his beard, leaving behind smooth and perfect skin while his eyebrows became trimmed.

This was followed up by the growth of Toby's lips which were now plumper and more kissable, Toby's nose also became slightly more narrow and straight while his eyes changed in color to a deep and hypnotic combination of green and gray, all in all, Toby's face hand changed into the stereotypical cute yet handsome face every young male model had.

Lastly, Toby's hair turned into a beautiful dirty blonde coloration and stylized itself into a side and faded haircut.

Then the clothes Toby was wearing disappeared leaving him partially naked as the only thing he was left with was a small neon green speedo that barely covered his private parts.

As the changes finished Toby's computer and his Wacom tablet disappeared out of sight while his pen became a large battery-operated dildo.

It took a while for Toby to come back from his trance-like state but once he did he threw the dildo to his bed in shock as he had never owned such a thing in life.

-"How did that get in my hand, and where the hell is my computer?" Said Toby as he proceeded to cover his mouth with both hands once he noticed the slight over masculine tone of his voice.

-"Like... Is that my voice?" Said Toby as he tested his voice and covered his mouth again. -"Did I just side like, wtf!"

Toby slowly got up from his chair and moved towards a new full-length mirror that had recently formed next to where his old bookshelf was.

-"Shit" was the only thing Toby thought as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was now the type of man he hated the most, cute, good-looking, muscled, and by the dull expresión of his eyes probably dumb like a rock.

Despite this Toby started feeling slightly happy, he didn't know how to explain it but it was probably due to the slow erasing of his old self and worries.

-"No I can't let this happen!" Said Toby as he tried to look away from the mirror in order to find a way to change himself back but he couldn't, instead his body went into auto mode and did something else which outraged him.

His hand slowly moved down towards his speedo and rapidly removed it leaving Toby's new equipment free and erect yet instead of immediately masturbating Toby's body turned around to face his large butt towards the mirror.

As one of Toby's hands went towards his opening mouth the other went around and traced the outline of one of his ass cheeks.

Without warning, Toby's body jumped into the hair and as it reached the ground again his ass moved with it which made Toby giggle.

Toby's body did this a few more times and with each jump, a part of Toby's memories were erased but what came next would fully eliminate him out of the picture entirely.

Toby's body moved towards the bed and once it did it proceeded to lay down and open its legs while also grabbing the dildo.

-"No No No No!" Toby wanted to say but his body had other plans as it turned on the dildo and immediately rammed it into his thigh hole while his hands proceeded to play with his dick.

About a dozen waves of pleasure rolled over Toby's mind and body which made him moan as he had never done before.

With each wave and as his orgasm growing nearer Toby's memories were rapidly eliminated, his artistic sensibilities and interest in digital art disappeared, and was replaced by gym routines in order to keep his body in tip-top shape.

Instead of taking an interest in things like animation or art classes in Toby's new life he started modeling from a young age in clothes catalogs and since then he has been fully committed to these kinds of jobs, that's why he even flunked out of high school when he was a Junior.

Then Toby's orgasm finally came and he released his old life, identity, and even name as a huge amount of cum exploded from his dick.

Toby Smith was gone, but Owen Chase the famous model and influencer was here to stay.

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-"Good Job Owen but try to put a more alluring face..." The photographer said as he moved around and tried to find the perfect angle.

-"Okay!" Owen said as he put the best expression he could.

As the flash of the camera came and blinded him for a while flashes of his old life as Toby appeared on his mind yet he quickly ignored them.

Ever since being suddenly transformed into a model Owen would get momentarily flashbacks of his old life, probably remnants of his old identity still trying to fight for control.

Even though he knew he had become what he hated the most, he was surprisingly enjoying it, he had a new life with no worries and from time to time he would pass next to his old friends in the streets which would look at him with distasteful glance yet he didn't care even though he would have done the same thing in his past life, they were losers and he was not only a star but a piece of art in itself.

-"Great Owen, I think that will be enough" said the photographer as the last flash occurred and Toby's memories yet again became forgotten.

[agmsye]

Roll the Dice - Oliver the Bard

Oliver had been even quieter than usual for the past ten minutes. Which wasn’t unusual per se, but this silence felt different than usual. He looked between his friends. 

Noah looked like a Barbarian king with how he sat draped across his chair like it was a throne. Ethan lounged against him, basically hanging off of the ginger hunk’s bulging muscles, his hand sometimes even finding its way towards the overwhelmingly large outline of his cock. And Marcus? Marcus resembled a seven-foot holy knight straight out of a stained-glass artwork.

Oliver adjusted the sleeves of his oversized sweater nervously.

“You guys seriously don’t think tonight feels… weird?”

Three pairs of eyes turned toward him.

Noah blinked slowly.

“Weird how?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

Paused.

Because the problem was impossible to explain.

According to every memory in his head, Noah had always been enormous. Ethan had always looked like an elven thirst trap. Marcus had always been built like a cathedral guardian with the personality of an overfriendly saint.

And yet, some small part of Oliver’s brain insisted that the room hadn’t looked like this before. That Noah hadn’t always accidentally crushed door handles and chuckled dumbly about it. That Ethan hadn’t always spent so much time caressing the Barbarian’s muscle chest while talking. That Marcus hadn’t always looked like he could just throw someone over his shoulder and carry them through a battlefield.

Adrian watched from behind his DM screen. Every time he wove magic, the last person to transform would always notice something subconsciously. There was always some resistance to incomplete narratives.

“Probably just sensory overload.”, Marcus offered as a solution. 

“Yeah, the musk from those two must have you feeling light-headed again.”, Ethan added, one of his delicate hands tracing circles around Noah’s nipple. Noah just nodded, his hand slipping towards Ethan’s ass, his fuckbuddy leaning closer towards him immediately.

Oliver frowned. Sure, the two of them were always incredibly flirtatious with one another, but tonight felt even worse than usual.

Adrian just smiled. “You turn, Ollie.”

Oliver flinched, hating it when people called him that.

“I’m gonna play a Bard.” 

Adrian just smiled, definitely agreeing that a charming Bard would round out their group nicely. “Okay, then roll for Strength first.”

Oliver nodded and rolled the die.

12

There was no dramatic change like what happened to the other three. Some muscle was added to his frame, but in contrast with the muscular powerhouses that were Noah and Marcus, his body stayed leaner and more toned. 

Oliver relaxed in his seat. The sense of tenseness that had been hanging around him finally eased, now that the magic was directly affecting him. He didn’t mind people looking at his body all that much, not feeling the need to hide it away any longer. Not that he thought he ever had.

“Dexterity.”, Adrian said, nodding at his friend’s body language.

16

The transformation flowed through Oliver beautifully, reshaping his body with artistic precision.

His waist tightened slightly, while his muscles leaned out with athletic definition. He still didn’t have the bulky size of his two friends, but he also wasn’t as small and lithe as Ethan. His body somehow found the perfect balance between looking invitingly soft and masculine.

Oliver had become a twunk, a picture book definition of one even. His legs had lengthened slightly, his height now sitting a comfortable 6’1. Not so tall that it was intimidating, but tall enough to show he wasn’t a pushover. His movements now carried a certain fluidity, grace and sense of control with them, just enough to subtly draw the eye of anyone watching.

Noah leaned a little closer to inspect him, in a way that made Ethan look slightly jealous.

“Are you seriously checking out Ollie’s ass again when I’m right next to you?”, the twinky elf complained, Noah leaning back and shrugging his shoulders apologetically in response.

Oliver didn’t recoil at the nickname quite as much this time. And Noah did have a point in checking out his butt. While not quite as large or bouncy as Ethan’s bubble butt, his own ass was pert, perfectly harmonizing with his graceful movements. It was the kind of ass that looked both breedable and like it could throw some serious force behind a pounding.

Adrian looked amused at the situation, already liking the new group dynamic before the changes even fully finalized.

“Constitution.”, he said softly and watched the die bounce on the hardwood.

18

The change hit him like a freight train. Oliver always had had an unimpressive dick, but that was a thing of the past now.

While the transformation also made him look like he was brimming with vitality, his skin seeming warmer and less pale, his posture looser and his body language more confident and downright tempting, the real change was happening between his lean legs.

He didn’t quite have the size of Noah and Marcus, having rolled slightly lower, but there was no denying that the monstercock growing on the Bard was one of the biggest around, only half an inch shorter than Marcus’ and slightly thinner than Noah’s. Undeniably huge, but somehow seeming more manageable next to the two of them.

And not only that. The transformation had also given him an infamous libido. While Marcus fucked anyone who asked and Noah mostly stuck to plowing Ethan’s experienced ass, Oliver had become something of the man whore of the group. While still being pretty shy overall, his perfect build and incredible cock and ass never failed to secure the versatile lover a date for the night.

Adrian just smiled behind his screen. He hadn’t planned for this, but definitely welcomed his friend coming out of his shell to secure some experience. Especially with his character sheet only half finished. “Intelligence.”

Oliver grabbed the die quickly, eager to get his friends to stop staring at his now obvious bulge, even though his 10 incher was the second smallest of the player group.

14

The transformation settled behind the Bard’s eyes instantly.

He wasn’t hyper-intellectual like a wizard would be. Or strategically brilliant like Marcus. But he became a quick thinker, incredibly articulate. And definitely more creative. His room back home changed, several half finished songs and poems appearing. His quick wit also gave him sharper humour.

And he almost instinctively got better at reading people. Understanding emotional nuance felt easier now. Like he always knew at a glance what people needed. How to handle a conversation better. With his new intelligence and humour, the Bard became almost socially magnetic, despite his unchanged charisma.

Something that became very obvious when Noah, who had been rather focussed on Ethan before, started looking at Oliver more, causing the shy Bard to blush and get flustered, the attention of the overwhelmingly manly Barbarian still a bit much for him.

But that’s what the last two stats would be there for.

“Wisdom.”, Adrian prompted from behind his DM screen, watching as his changing friend rolled the die.

13

The change was subtle.

Unlike Noah or Marcus, Oliver’s sense of self remained strong. His emotional awareness sharpened further rather than collapsing. He became more perceptive of moods, tension, attraction, discomfort.

More emotionally intelligent.

And significantly more aware of what effect he had on others.

Oliver looked around the table slowly. At Ethan practically sprawled across Noah. At Noah’s huge hand still resting possessively against Ethan’s thigh. At Marcus unconsciously smiling whenever anyone else looked happy. Then at Adrian calmly observing all of them.

Oliver tilted his head slightly. “…You know,” he murmured, “the vibe at this table has gotten extremely charged.”

Ethan immediately lost it laughing. Noah grinned. Marcus looked confused for about two seconds before understanding abruptly dawned on him.

“Oh.”

His ears turned red.

Oliver smirked as reality settled around them. He had always been great at reading the vibe of a room. And right now the tension in the air was basically palpable.

And now only the decisive stat of his class remained. “Charisma!”, Adrian announced sharply, with unusual drama in his voice, the magic user urging his already gorgeous friend on to finalise the changes made to the group.

In a fittingly long slow circle the die spun across the table before settling.

20

“Critical success!”, Oliver cheered as the atmosphere in the room changed.

The world seemed to hold its breath as Ollie’s face became as gorgeous as his body, ass and cock. High cheekbones, strong but graceful brows, a strong but pretty nose, thick kissable lips. He didn’t have the ethereal look of Ethan the Elf or the overpowering rugged masculinity of Noah. He somehow sat in the perfect middle spot. Like someone had looked up masculine beauty and decided to crank the definition up to 11. 

And it wasn’t just his face that changed. Everything about him seemed flirtatious and welcoming. His sparkling white smile, that was more than the smile of every boy next door from every teen rom-com. His voice that became rich and musical at the same time, masculine and melodious without sounding artificial. Even the eye-contact with his expressive brown eyes now oozed with warmth and playful awareness, a single glance enough to make people feel desired, seen and interesting.

His every gesture became charged with intentionality. Not in a teasingly flirtatious way like Ethan, but rather in a way that felt awfully magnetic and almost impossible to resist. His every laugh made people feel like their best self.

And the memories of Ollie and his friends reflected that. Ollie was the undisputed heartthrob on campus, even the straightest of jocks falling for him constantly. It was just impossible not to. 

The Bard would constantly disappear from parties with strangers, take guys and gals home whenever he went to a bar and leave only well deserved legends and rumours behind. He wasn’t a fuck machine like Noah or a power bottom like Ethan. He was like the Kamasutra had decided to become human and evolve new tricks.

The mix of his absurd Constitution and perfect Charisma had fused in the best way possible. Ollie always gave people exactly what they needed, even if they didn’t know it themselves. Helping a girl get over her toxic ex-boyfriend with the most enthusiastic romantic fuck of her life? Helping a homophobic jock come out of the closet by giving him the best ass he’d ever have? Or helping a shy nerd come out of his shell by feeling desired and popping his cherry in the most loving way? All of those were now stories that were absolutely true about the extraordinarily skilled, endlessly versatile lover that was Ollie. 

And the best part about it was that the Bard didn’t leave a trail of broken hearts. People genuinely liked him and treated him more like a treasure that they wouldn’t dare to keep for themselves, genuinely happy with the experience they had with the urban legend sex magician.

And while everyone else found themselves lost in those memories, Marcus found himself trying and failing not to stare. His own terrible Wisdom role had left him absolutely vulnerable to Ollie’s incredible Charisma. Something the Bard was very much aware of.

Not in a predatory way. Marcus was the one person that Ollie allowed himself to tease … a lot. And since the paladin found himself agreeing to basically anything if asked nicely enough, the two of them had had their fair share of nights together in the past, something even the group’s gigolo found himself enjoying endlessly.

Oliver winked at the blushing paladin and smiled. Maybe tonight would be another one of those nights where he’d end up with Marcus. But who could really tell.

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Epilogue

Adrian quietly sat back behind the DM screen, watching the final party dynamic settle perfectly into place.

The barbarian and elf draped across each other openly now.

The gigantic gullible paladin blushing whenever the bard smiled at him.

And the bard himself sitting confidently at the center of the emotional gravity well he’d become.

Four completed archetypes. Four very changed men. Four people still passionate about Dungeons and Dragons, now more than ever since they had somehow ended up incidentally creating characters that were basically themselves.

One rewritten reality.

And only Adrian remembered how ordinary they had all been a few hours ago. How unhappy they had been with their lives. 

Noah, who had been relentlessly bullied by the football team just this morning had become bigger than all of them. No more getting shoved into lockers when your shoulders are wider than three of those combined.

The often turned down Ethan finding himself next to someone who actually liked his flirting, revelling in the feeling of being the target of it even. And surely people wouldn’t dare mess with the enormous Barbarian’s quasi-boyfriend.

Marcus, who had been plagued by complexes for the majority of his life, would never hear a word of complaint about his incredible body any more. And maybe people would finally respect his hulking mass and brilliant mind now.

And the shy and easily hurt Oliver? He was now way too busy showing people the absolute heights of sexual delight to care whether people talked shit about his art online. The praise he got for it after showing it off to one of his lovers being the most important feedback he could ask for.

And Adrian? He was just happy his friends finally lived up to the potential their amazing personalities had always demanded.

[need4change]

Just Like Him

"Jesus Christ, Chloe, you look like you've been crying for a week straight."

Liam kicked the door shut behind him, dropping his gym bag on the floor with a heavy thud. The apartment smelled like stale tears and cheap wine, a combination that made his nose wrinkle in disgust. He'd sprinted over here after getting her barely coherent text message about Chad, that walking, talking steroid injection she'd been dating.

"I have been," Chloe sniffled from her curled-up position on the couch, a pint of melted ice cream balanced precariously on her stomach. "He dumped me. Said I was getting 'too clingy' and that my pussy wasn't tight enough anymore."

Liam's jaw tightened. "What a fucking piece of shit. I swear to God, I'm gonna find that roided-out gorilla and rip his tiny dick off."

Chloe managed a weak smile. "His dick wasn't tiny, and you know it." She gestured vaguely toward the coffee table, where a pair of gray gym pants lay in a crumpled heap. "He left these. Probably forgot them in his haste to go fuck some other poor girl."

Liam plopped down beside her, the couch groaning under his weight. "Forget him. You're way too good for that meathead. The guy had the personality of a brick and probably thinks foreplay is telling you to 'take it, bitch'."

"Well, he wasn't wrong about that part," Chloe admitted with a watery laugh. "God, I'm so pathetic. I actually miss him. His stupid laugh, his constant need to flex in every mirror, even the way he'd leave his dirty socks everywhere."

Liam snorted. "You don't miss him. You miss the idea of him. The hot body, the confidence, the way he made you feel like the only girl in the room... right before he made five other girls feel the same way."

"And the nine-inch dick," Chloe added, her eyes glazing over slightly. "Don't forget the nine-inch dick that could hit my G-spot from three different angles."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Fine, the magical nine-inch dick. But you can get that elsewhere with about 90% less douchebaggery."

Chloe's eyes drifted to the shorts on the table. "You know what would be hilarious? If you tried those on. You're about his size, right? Maybe a little leaner, but close enough."

Liam recoiled. "Hell no. I'm not putting on that asshole's dirty gym shorts. God knows what bodily fluids are crusted in the fabric."

"Come on," Chloe wheedled, sitting up and poking his arm. "For me? I need a laugh right now. Something to take my mind off how pathetic I am for missing a guy who called me 'his favorite cum dumpster'."

Against his better judgment, Liam sighed dramatically. "Fine, but you owe me big time. Like, you're buying me dinner for a month big time."

He snatched the shorts and headed to the bathroom. The fabric was stiff and smelled faintly of sweat and cheap cologne. He stripped off his own shorts and pulled on Chad's, surprised at how tight they were around his thighs and ass.

When he came out, Chloe's eyes widened. "Holy shit," she breathed. "You actually look... hot. Like, really fucking hot. Your ass looks amazing in those."

Liam blushed, preening slightly. "Well, I do leg day twice a week."

"No, I mean it," Chloe insisted, her eyes roaming over him appreciatively. "You've got that jock vibe going on. The way you're standing..." She tilted her head. "You know, Chad used to stand just like that. All cocky and shit, like he owned the room."

Liam shifted uncomfortably. "I don't stand like that."

"You kind of do," Chloe giggled. "And your arms... they're getting bigger. Have you been lifting more? Your biceps look more defined."

Liam glanced down at his arms. They did seem more pumped than usual, the veins more prominent. "Maybe a little. Increased my protein intake."

"God, and your voice," Chloe continued, her eyes glazing over slightly. "It's deeper than I remember. Chad had this really deep voice that made me wet every time I heard it, especially when he was talking shit about some fag at the gym."

Liam cleared his throat. "I don't sound like him."

"No, but you could," Chloe mused. "If you tried. Just... lower it a little. More confident. More... masculine."

Liam tried, clearing his throat again. "What, like this?"

"Yessss," Chloe breathed, her hand drifting between her legs. "Exactly like that. Fuck, that's hot."

Liam felt a strange warmth spreading through his chest. His pecs seemed to be swelling, pushing against the fabric of the shorts. He ran a hand over them, surprised at their firmness.

"See?" Chloe whispered. " Chad used to do that all the time - feel himself up like he was God's gift to women, which honestly, he kind of was."

Liam's hand moved to his abs, which were suddenly more defined than he remembered. "I've been working on my core," he said, his voice dropping even lower.

"Fuck yeah, you have," Chloe moaned, her fingers working faster under her skirt. "Chad had these massive thighs from all his squats. He could crush a watermelon between them."

Liam looked down, surprised to see his thighs had indeed swollen with muscle, straining against the shorts. He flexed them, watching them bulge with new power.

"Yesss, just like that," Chloe encouraged. "Chad had these broad shoulders that made him look like a fucking football player, which he was, before he got kicked out for 'excessive hazing'."

Liam rolled his shoulders back, feeling them stretch and widen. His entire upper body seemed to be expanding, muscles swelling and reshaping themselves into a more masculine form. The seams of the shorts strained against his growing frame.

"his face," Chloe breathed, her eyes fixed on his. "Chad had this really strong jawline that could cut glass."

Liam ran a hand over his chin, feeling the rough stubble that had suddenly appeared. His jaw did feel more angular, more defined, more... aggressive.

"And his hair," Chloe continued. " Chad always kept his hair short and military-style, said long hair was for fags and hippies."

Liam reached up, surprised to find his hair had indeed cropped shorter, styling itself into a severe, masculine cut that felt rough to the touch.

Chloe whispered. "Chad had these piercing blue eyes that could see right through me, usually to calculate my cup size."

Liam blinked, feeling a strange tingling in his eyes. When he opened them again, Chloe gasped.

"Fuck, they're blue now," she breathed. "Just like his. So cold and calculating."

Liam felt a strange detachment from his body, as if he were watching someone else transform. His thoughts were becoming simpler, more focused on physical sensations - the weight of his new muscles, the tightness of the shorts, the growing heat in his groin. His mind felt... clearer, emptier, filled with space where complex thoughts used to be.

"his hands," Chloe continued, her voice growing more urgent. "Chad had these huge hands that could grip me so tight, leave bruises for days."

Liam looked down at his hands, which were indeed larger and more calloused than before. He flexed them, feeling a strange power in his grip, a desire to use that power to dominate, to control.

"And his feet," Chloe moaned. "Chad wore size 13 shoes, said he needed big feet to balance his big dick."

Liam wiggled his toes, feeling them stretch and expand. The shorts felt even tighter now, barely containing his swelling form. He felt taller, broader, more... imposing.

"God, and his dick," Chloe breathed, her eyes dropping to his crotch. " Chad had this massive nine-inch cock that filled me up so perfectly, made me scream his name until I was hoarse."

Liam looked down, surprised to see a prominent bulge forming in the shorts. He reached down to adjust himself, gasping at the size of his suddenly enlarged cock. It felt heavy, powerful, ready to claim, to conquer.

"Yesss, just like that," Chloe encouraged. "Chad was always so confident, so cocky. Like he knew he was the shit, because he was."

Liam straightened up, puffing out his chest. A smirk played on his lips as he looked down at Chloe. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty hot. Bet I could get any pussy I wanted."

"Fuck yeah, you are," Chloe moaned. "And you know it too. That's what Chad was like - always so fucking arrogant, always so sure of himself. Never doubted his right to take what he wanted."

Liam ran a hand over his new abs, feeling the power coursing through his veins. "Damn right I am. Why would I doubt myself when I'm this fucking perfect?"

"You're not thinking about guys anymore, are you? You're thinking about pussy. About how many girls you could fuck in a week, how many would be begging for your dick."

Liam blinked, his brow furrowing. Why the fuck would he be thinking about guys? That was... disgusting. Wrong. His mind wasn't filled with memories of art galleries and witty banter with other men anymore; it was a slideshow of tight asses in yoga pants, low-cut tops, and the desperate looks women gave him. All he could think about was sinking his new, massive cock into a tight, wet pussy and hearing some bitch scream his name.

Chloe breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. "You don't remember being some gay twink who worked in a coffee shop and read poetry, do you? You remember being the star quarterback, fucking cheerleaders in the locker room after every big game."

Liam nodded slowly, his mind rewriting itself. The scent of espresso beans and the feel of a book in his hands faded, replaced by the smell of sweat and grass, the roar of a crowd, the feeling of a cheerleader's legs wrapped around his waist in a cramped locker room. He remembered slapping his teammates on the ass, calling them pussies when they missed a tackle, and laughing as some nerd tripped in the hallway. Who the fuck was Liam? That was some nobody, some cock-gobbler he probably shoved into a locker once or twice.

"Your personality," Chloe continued, her voice growing more urgent. "You're becoming more aggressive, more dominant. Chad never took no for an answer. He saw what he wanted and he took it."

Liam's smirk widened, showing teeth. He grabbed Chloe's arm, his grip like a vise. "Damn right I don't. Bitches don't know what they want anyway. That's why guys like me have to show them."

Chloe whispered, trying to pull away but failing. "Chad was a real man's man - believed in God, country, and pussy. Thought feminism was a cry for help from ugly women who couldn't get laid."

Liam nodded, his eyes hardening. "Fucking right. Fags and liberals can go to hell. This country was built by real men, not a bunch of soft-handed pussies whining about their feelings. Women should be in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, where they belong."

"His intelligence," Chloe breathed, a flicker of regret in her eyes. "Chad wasn't exactly a rocket scientist. He was all brawn and no brains, thought Nietzsche was some kind of German beer."

Liam shrugged, the motion making his pecs bounce. "Who needs brains when you've got this?" He flexed his bicep, watching it bulge. "Smart guys don't get pussy. They get wedgies and spend their Saturday nights playing video games. I get laid. Every. Single. Night."

"Your name," Chloe whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's not Liam anymore, is it? It's Chad."

"Damn right it is," Chad growled, his voice a deep, rumbling bass. "Now get on your knees, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your throat until you can't talk."

Chloe hesitated, a flicker of her old self in her eyes. "Chad, wait, I don't know if..."

"Did I fucking stutter?" Chad snarled, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees. "You wanted Chad? Well, you got him. Now open wide."

Chloe whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, but she complied, parting her lips. Chad smirked, grabbing his thickening cock through the shorts. "That's a good girl. You're gonna learn your place, just like all the others."

He fumbled with the waistband, his new, larger hands clumsy with the unfamiliar task. His cock sprang free, thick and imposing, the veins pulsing with barely contained lust. He grabbed Chloe's head, forcing her down onto his shaft.

"Take it all," he grunted, thrusting into her mouth. "That's it, choke on it. You love it, don't you? You love being used by a real man."

As he fucked her face, his mind continued its transformation. Memories of Liam's life - his first crush on a boy, his coming out, his gentle relationships - were being overwritten by Chad's brutal conquests. He remembered taking a girl's virginity in the back of his pickup, laughing when she cried. He remembered cheating on every girlfriend he'd ever had, sometimes with two or three other girls at once. He remembered using his size and strength to intimidate smaller, weaker men, calling them faggots and pussies until they cried.

"Look at me," he commanded, grabbing Chloe's chin and forcing her to look up at him. "You're nothing but a set of holes to me. A warm place to stick my dick. You understand?"

Chloe nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"Good," Chad grunted, pulling out of her mouth and flipping her onto the couch. "Now spread those legs. Time to see if this pussy's still tight enough for a real man."

He ripped off her skirt and panties, positioning himself at her entrance. "You're gonna take every inch of my nine-inch cock, you hear me? And you're gonna thank me for it."

He positioned himself over her, but then paused, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he actually looked at her. "Ugh, you know, up close... you're kinda plain, aren't you?" He grabbed a handful of her mousy brown hair. "This hair is so boring. Like, office-worker boring. And your tits? They're basically mosquito bites. I like my bitches with huge fucking knockers, the kind that give them back problems."

Chloe flinched, a fresh wave of tears welling in her eyes. "I... I'm sorry?"

"Don't apologize, just fix it," Chad snapped, his ego swelling with every cruel word. "And your skin? It's so pale. You look like you live in a fucking basement. I like my girls tan, like they just spent a week in Cancun getting railed by rich dudes."

As he spoke, he watched in fascination as her body began to change. Her mousy brown hair lightened, bleaching itself into a vibrant, platinum blonde that cascaded over her shoulders in perfect waves. Her small breasts began to swell, stretching the fabric of her shirt until it was straining against two massive, perfectly round globes of flesh.

"Fuck yeah, that's more like it," Chad grunted, grabbing one of her newly enlarged tits and squeezing it hard. "Now those are some proper titties. The kind you can motorboat."

He watched as her skin darkened, taking on a deep, golden tan that looked like she'd spent hours under a tanning bed. Her waist seemed to shrink, her hips flaring out into an exaggerated hourglass figure.

"And your face," he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's too... smart-looking. I don't fuck smart girls. They ask too many questions, think they have opinions. I like my bitches dumb and giggly, the kind whose only thought is how to please my cock."

Chloe's face softened, her features becoming more delicate, more vapid. Her eyes widened, taking on a vacant, glassy look. Her lips plumped up, forming a perfect pout that seemed to beg for a cock to be shoved between them.

"Much better," Chad nodded in approval. "Now you look like a proper bimbo. The kind I'd take to a frat party and pass around to my buddies."

He positioned himself at her entrance again, but paused once more. "You know what else? Your voice is too... normal. I like my girls to sound like they just stepped out of a valley girl movie from the 90s. All 'like, oh my god' and 'totally' and shit."

"Like, what do you mean?" Chloe asked, her voice suddenly higher, more breathless, tinged with a subtle California accent.

"Perfect," Chad smirked. "Now you sound like the brainless fucktoy you were meant to be."

He slammed into her, making her gasp. "That's it," he grunted, pounding into her relentlessly. "Take it, you fucking bimbo. You know you love it."

"Oh my god, like, yes!" Chloe moaned, her voice a high-pitched, breathy whine. "Your cock is, like, sooo big!"

"Fucking right it is," Chad grunted, his ego swelling with every vapid compliment. "It's the biggest cock you'll ever have, so you'd better appreciate it."

"Like, I totally appreciate it!" Chloe squealed, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust. "It's, like, the best cock ever! Way better than, like, all the other cocks I've had!"

Chad felt a surge of pride at her words. "Damn right it is. I'm the best fuck you'll ever have, and don't you forget it."

He felt himself getting close, his balls tightening. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be tasting it for a week."

"Oh my god, like, yes! Fill me up with your hot, yummy cum!" Chloe squealed, her back arching as she orgasmed. "I wanna, like, have your babies and stuff!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot seed flooding her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his heavy body pinning her to the couch.

"Damn," he muttered, rolling off her. "That was alright. Not bad for a reformed mousy bitch."

He stood up, stretching his new, muscular body. "Well, I'm out. Got a party to hit. Try not to get any smarter while I'm gone, huh?"

He grabbed his shorts from the floor, pulling them on over his still-hard cock. "Later, bimbo. Don't call me unless you're looking for a round two or you've got a hot friend who wants to join in."

He strutted out of the apartment, leaving Chloe panting on the couch, her hand already drifting between her legs. As he walked down the hallway, he caught his reflection in a mirror and smirked. "Damn, I look good," he muttered, flexing his biceps. "And I just made that bitch ten times hotter. I'm like a fucking fairy godmother of pussy."

His mind was already racing with possibilities. The blonde from his gym class, the redhead at the front desk of his apartment building, the pair of sorority girls he'd seen at the grocery store. He could make them all into his perfect bimbos, his personal harem of brainless, big-titted fucktoys.

He was Chad. The ultimate alpha male. A toxic, homophobic, sexist jerk. A womanizing cheating prick. And as he stepped out into the bright sunlight, he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated ego. He was the king, and all the pussies in the world were his kingdom.

"Time to go conquer some more bitches," he muttered to himself, already feeling his cock stir at the thought. "Life is fucking good when you're me."

[transform4u]

Breeding the Future

Sebastian had never looked better.

The Pride parade glittered around him like a moving carnival of pleasure, and he was its centerpiece: cropped mesh tee clinging to his lean chest, glitter tracing his sharp cheekbones, shorts so tiny they were barely legal. His thighs were smooth, polished, skin shining under sunscreen, smelling faintly of coconut and vanilla.

He was the kind of boy you photographed, then lusted over in bed later. A tight, shaved, pink-cocked twink who knew his worth, mouth dripping with practiced sarcasm, sipping from an overpriced iced matcha with a metal straw.

And then she showed up.

Blocking the sidewalk, muttering psalms, fanning herself with her palm like she could brush the queerness off the streets with sheer disgust. Floral dress, Bible tucked under one arm like a purse, cheap gold cross hanging on her wrinkled chest. Damp, angry, lost.

Sebastian couldn’t resist.

“Oh, honey,” he drawled, stepping in front of her, hand on his cocked hip. “Didn’t you hear? God doesn’t do RSVP anymore. He’s too busy ghosting your church.”

Her eyes snapped to him, pure Christian rage, centuries of sermons packed into that pinched glare.

“You boys flaunt your sins. But pride cometh before destruction.”

Sebastian laughed, flipping his bleach-blond fringe. “Destruction? Bitch, I am destruction. Have you seen my ass?”

That’s when she said it. Quiet, almost like she was saying it to someone else:

“Then let your pride be your curse.”

The heat hit first.

Not hot like summer.

Hot like infection.

His stomach cramped, sharp and sudden, sloshing the matcha inside him like sour milk. Sweat prickled at the small of his back, dampening the elastic waistband of his cute little shorts. His first instinct was to gasp—but the noise that came out was wrong. Too low. Gravel under silk.

He staggered backward, trying to keep balance on his delicate Converse, but something was off with his weight. He felt heavier. Meatier. The mesh stretched across his chest—no longer delicately showing his ribs, but pushing against something… dense.

“Fuck… the hell’s goin’ on…” The slur in his voice wasn’t his usual camp. It was lazy. Like someone who couldn’t be bothered to speak clearly.

His armpits—once fresh, sweet, carefully scrubbed this morning—were wet. And not twink sweat. Man sweat. Sharp. Acrid. The smell hit him like a punch. Like the time he’d accidentally walked into the men’s wrestling locker room at his old high school.

“Ughh—” he gagged, raising an arm, seeing—no, smelling—thick, curling black hair spreading under there like invasive weeds. Sweat beads clung to it, trickling down his smooth torso, leaving salt trails.

A group of lesbians on the curb gave him a look. Pity. Confusion. And worst of all: disgust.

“N-no, I—I don’t—” His voice cracked downward again. Meaty. Dumb. Someone else’s dad’s voice emerging out of his pretty-boy throat.

And then it happened.

BRRRRRAPPPPP.

The fart burst out of him like a wet cough, long, bubbling, hot. It clung to his thighs, greasy and rancid, curling upward into his nose.

And worse—he liked it.

The shame hit next. His cheeks burned. His body felt like it belonged at a sports bar now, not a Pride parade. The kind of man who sat on the porch shirtless scratching his gut and yelling at CNN.

A tremble ran down his arms, and he saw it—hair. Curling along his forearms, spreading like a plague, darkening as his toned twink arms bulked, flesh puffing up under his skin.

And the thoughts started trickling in.

Fuckin’ fruits everywhere…

“No! No, I don’t— I’m gay, I’m fucking—” he whimpered, voice cracking under panic, but already it sounded like a straight bro’s whine about having to mow the lawn.

The church lady just watched.

And smiled.

“Oh, honey. You wanted to mouth off. Now you’ll know what it’s like when a man speaks.”

Sebastian clutched his chest—but it wasn’t delicate anymore. It was swollen. Thick pecs pushing the mesh outward, nipples stiff beneath the fabric. It wasn’t a gay chest anymore—it was a dad chest. And the nipples weren’t cute—they were the kind of big, hairy ones you’d see poking out of beer-stained undershirts at county fairs.

He could smell himself stronger now. Like meat. Like a lawnmower left in the sun. The scent of his own armpits mixing with the sharp, sour male crotch scent rising from his shorts.

His free hand absently scratched at his belly, the lazy, gross gesture of a man who didn’t care who saw his gut, because he knew he was the boss of the backyard.

“Whole city’s gone queer…” he mumbled under his breath, farting again, hotter this time, cheeks flaring with shame—but another part of him, the growing, ugly, man part, didn’t even flinch. Just let it rip.

The last glitter on his face mixed with the new sweat, running in streaks like a washed-up birthday clown.

Somewhere, deep in the back of his fogging mind, Sebastian tried to cry out. To scream for help.

But the next words out of his own betraying lips were:

“Shoulda been home drinkin’ a fuckin’ Bud. Can’t even walk downtown without steppin’ in this gay shit.”

His pink-painted nails cracked, flaked, and yellowed like rotting petals, replaced with blunt, thick fingernails, dirt under the edges. Dad nails.

And still, the heat climbed.

Still, the smell got worse.

And still, he farted. Lazy. Wet. Like he didn’t even care.

The church lady just smiled softly, murmuring, “It’s only just beginning.”

It was spreading faster now.

Sebastian staggered into the middle of the street, clutching his chest, feeling it bubble. Not soft anymore—not cute. His pecs were growing, thick slabs of muscle pushing the mesh outward like a sausage casing about to burst. The nipples beneath were big, wide, swollen, ringed with dark hair curling outward like spider legs around bottlecaps.

It wasn’t cute.

It was masculine. Ugly.

Alpha.

He reached up—instinctive, panicked—but instead of batting at his sweaty bangs, he felt coarse, thick sideburns growing downward along his jawline, bristling and greasy. His chin jutted outward, jaw squaring into a heavy, meathead block.

“No, no, no, I’m—I’m gay, I’m—”

The thought tried to rise, but got smothered by something filthier, louder:

“Fuckin’ gay shit everywhere. Buncha fairy boys prancin’ around like they ain’t gonna burn.”

He grunted, loud, full-bodied, dumb, as his neck widened, traps climbing up toward his ears. That delicate little Adam’s apple of his was now a thick knot of muscle and testosterone.

His forearms continued to explode outward, veins crawling up through layers of new bulk, wrist thickening, palms rough like sandpaper. Hair sprouted down his knuckles, curling black, greasy with sweat and street grime.

His mesh crop ripped straight up the middle, exposing a thick, sweat-slicked power gut, packed muscle under the layer of BBQ softness. His belly swelled with each greasy, bubbling fart that vibrated out of his shorts.

No longer a lean twink.

Now: a power-belly meathead.

“Shit… shit… fuckin’ can’t… fuckin’…”

His voice was gone. Completely. What was left was pure meathead jock: slurred, stupid, thick with muscle and beer. Like every word had to fight through inches of sweaty muscle before it left his throat.

The worst part? He liked it. The panic was shrinking, drowning under pure, chemical, testosterone-fueled pleasure. He grunted, absently scratching his gut, letting another BRRRAAAP rip against his sagging boxer briefs like a badge of honor.

And that’s when the tits started.

The images poured into his head like rotten milk over cereal. Bimbos. Trashy. Fucking huge, silicone, plastic-surgery disasters, wobbling and bouncing. Lip filler lips choking, gagging on his cock. In his new mind, the only purpose for women was to get bred and swallow cum.

“F-fuckkk… imagine those fuckin’ melons… face-fuck that bitch till she’s gaggin’ on it, knock her up nice n’ fat, give ‘er a real Christian fuckin’ family...”

Another fart. Another scratch at his sweaty, hairy gut.

His thighs were massive now—football-thick, veined, black hairs stuck to wet skin. His boxers could barely contain the lump swinging between his legs: not cute, not aesthetic, just fat, sweaty, dad meat, reeking of old cum, old sweat, and cheap aftershave.

People passing by stared—not with attraction now, but horror. Wrinkled noses. Gagging. Whispers.

But he didn’t care. Not anymore. He grinned, yellowed teeth on full display, sweat running into his thickening beard stubble, smelling like cheap chili dogs and backyard grills.

And then the last piece clicked into place:

“I gotta get home… Wife prob’ly needin’ me… Got work tomorrow, gotta take the boys to church after I bust a load into that fat fuckin’ pussy.”

Wife. Kids. Church. It was all there now, as real to him as anything had ever been.

“God gave us tits for a reason,” he muttered, like quoting a favorite verse.

Behind his eyes, the parade blurred into nonsense. Gay shit. Waste of taxpayer money. Drag queens? Disgusting. Faggots prancin’ around in dresses? Should be arrested.

All that mattered now was God. America. Breeding.

The church lady nodded. “A strong father. That’s what the Lord makes of prideful boys.”

BRRRRPPPTT.

The final fart echoed off the surrounding buildings, loud, bubbling, stinking of hot dog water, wet socks, and cum. His boxers clung to his hairy ass, damp with sweat and flatulence.

And then he saw her again. The woman.

And—God help him—he knew her.

Not just knew her.

Recognized her.

Memories erupted behind his eyes, slamming into his brain like sledgehammers.

Sunday school picnics. The pastor’s office. Wedding vows. Kids. Kids screaming for more juice boxes. Buying lumber at Home Depot. Standing in church with this woman on his arm. Wearing a sweat-stained baseball cap backward like a real man.

“I—I fuckin’—you’re my wife…” he gasped, horrified, but also— excited. His cock twitched, fat, ugly, dad meat pressed against his overstuffed boxers, a wet sweat stain forming under the outline of his swelling, half-hard junk.

“Bradley,” she said gently. “Kiss your wife.”

He tried to resist.

His face lunged forward.

He grabbed her, meaty hands wrapping around her waist, feeling the soft fabric of her dress bunched up under his cracked fingers. And then kissed her—wet, sloppy, greasy—smashing his lips against hers like a drunken trucker coming home from a fishing trip.

She didn’t fight it. Welcomed it. Tongue sliding against his, tasting the tang of old chili dogs and last night’s beer farts on his breath.

He pulled back, panting, belching softly, sweat pouring down his sides, stomach pushing against her like a fat dog desperate for a rub.

“F-fuck, I missed these lips,” he slurred, like the memory had always been there, just buried under Pride flags and TikTok dances. “Wife always got the nicest knockers too…”

His eyes darted down to her chest, the matronly swell of fabric over old-fashioned brassiere. In his head now: a flood of thoughts.

Bimbos. Huge fake tits. Choking. Gagging. Breeding. Belly round with his cum. Fucking pregnant, like God wanted.

He grunted, loud, crude, gripping her hips possessively. “Fuck, babe, I’m gonna knock you up again. Give us another little Republican. Name ‘im after my dad.”

RRRRTTBBPPPTT.

Another wet, lazy fart buzzed through the overstretched crotch of his boxers. Didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even care. Just scratched his hairy belly, letting the stink leak upward, curling around both of them like a curtain of pure man.

His cock pulsed, stiff, throbbing, eager for bimbos, for cheap motel rooms, for knocking up dumb sluts with full lips and empty heads.

“Fuckin’—fuck, I’m so horny, babe… Gotta dump a fat fuckin’ load somewhere soon… Maybe after church, yeah?”

The glitter on his cheeks was just streaks of sweat now, dripping into his scruffy beard, stubble thickening into a lazy conservative chin-strap, crusted with drool from that sloppy kiss.

The crowd backed away, faces twisted in revulsion.

Sebastian was gone.

Bradley, 39, Christian father, MAGA voter, fart machine, tits-obsessed, proudly ignorant, heterosexual, dumb, sweaty, horny, married, and ready to fuck.

He grinned, cock throbbing against the stinking fabric of his wet boxers, fist resting against his gut like a proud lion surveying his territory.

“God, beer, tits, and family. That’s all a man needs. C’mon, babe. Let’s go home an’ make another Republican.”

And then—burp.

[b0dyshaper]

Frat Welcome Party

Jason didn’t expect much from this party, he just needed an excuse to get out of his dorm. He was, frankly, a scrawny loser. He had made no friends since coming to campus and he thought maybe, just maybe, he’d find someone likeminded at this dumb welcome party. He didn’t wanna get his hopes up, but he really hoped that, by some miracle, he’d find another gay guy there.

Finally he worked up the courage to actually enter the frat and— eugh! What on earth was that smell..? The air was thick with a smell Jason could only describe as unwashed jockstrap. How on earth was he the only one who seemed disgusted?

… Whatever, he’d just ignore it for as long as possible. He didn’t even take three steps inside before one of the frat brothers bumped into him and spilled his beer all over Jason’s shirt. “Yo, sorry dude! Didn’t see ya there!” Jason wanted to yell at him, “Watch where you’re going, jackass!” “Nah, it’s no problem, brah. This shirt was already getting too tight for me anyways!” He covered his mouth as soon as he said it. Brah..?! Since when did he ever say that?! Better question, why WAS his shirt feeling tighter..?

What the hell?! When did he get so… big? He never exercised, he found it exhausting EXHILARATING. Ack— his head was throbbing, whose… thoughts were these? Were they ARE his?.

H-He just, needed to relax… it must just be the excitement from being in a new place. He was couldn’t actually be getting bigger and thinking these weird, douchey normal thoughts!

Fuck, his headache was just getting worse and this faggy shirt wasn’t helping! Ugh he just wanted to— RRRIIIP— damn, that felt SO much better! A bod like his shouldn’t be hidden behind fabric, especially not with all those hot chicks around!

Wait, h-huh? He didn’t like girls, what was he on about? He was totally gonna get laid tonight, fuck he was already eyeing a blonde in the corner~

H-He liked dudes, he was gay— Seriously, how could fags even exist when pussy was just SO fucking good!

Jason could barely discern between what was him and whatever the other thoughts were… what if this WAS him..?

He couldn’t remember his… anything anymore! What— What was his name..?

… Jake.

Yea, what was he on about? His name was Jake, duh! He was a business major, and a proud brother of this frat! God, maybe be needed to drink some more, beer always got rid of those pesky thoughts.

[jerkingnerds2jock]

Getting Bred Pt 2

I was in my room for two days straight getting railed by my now incredibly horny, bull like roommate. We only took breaks to drink and eat and even then it was minimal. He had no memory of his girlfriend, he still says he’s straight, just that he’s quote “addicted to that tight fag hole and thick dsl’s I have” That shouldn’t have turned me on, I hated homophobic guys, I hated DL guys even more. But I can’t say that I didn’t hop on his lap and bounce on his dick till I came my brains out. He was so cocky, so arrogant, he wouldn’t even let me sleep next to him. It was at the foot of the bed.

Luckily, today, I woke up before him, and was able to resist this supernatural, aching need deep in my throat to suck him awake. To swallow every drop of his cum like it was my breakfast and then him fuck another load deep in my throat, skull fucking me till all that i could think about was daddy’s cum deep in me. God thinking about it now was making me tent the only “modest clothes” I could find, I was still in this stupid, pink, tight jockstrap, but I was wearing booty shorts that showed off the bottom of my new, fatter, rounder cheeks. And I had a hot pink crop on, that basically just made my now permanently smooth torso. I was a walking sex doll.

But I couldn't miss classes, not so close to exams so I made due, I got a little distracted by some running jocks, but no one suddenly burst into a muscle beast in the quad. And everyone in the hallway seemed to act normal, like there was nothing wrong with me looking like I was on my way to a grindr hookup. The only problem i had when I sat down,in a room full of my peers, was that Mikey had just woken up, without me there, and he was blowing up my phone. I knew If I looked at those texts I would have raced to see him so i turned my phone off and focused on my sweet, totally gay gender studies Professor Johnson. He was about five foot ten, smartly dressed in tweed, you could tell he used to be incredibly fit but with the marriage band around his ring finger explained the muffin top and the bit of double chin that his well maintained stubble hid. He was like a chubbier Jonathan Bailey! 

It was hard to concentrate, my dick was so hard, my mind kept drifting off to last night, feeling of Mikey’s five o’clock shadow scratch me as he licked around my hole, teasing and playing with me, his hands gripping me just right, spreading me further as he ate me out. When he was done torturing me, leaving me at the edge he would pull away just to replace the pressure of his tongue with the head of his cock. Smearing pre against my hole as he slowly, painstakingly pushed in. *SLAM* the guy next to me drops his book, snapping me back to reality. Apparently I had put on a private show for him, my hand had snaked its way to the back of my shorts trying to find my hole. He got up covering his bulge with a messenger bag before walking out.

The lecture was almost over, everyone was slowly filing out, fuck I missed basically everying. I could hear the last bits telling us to check the blackboard before Professor Johnson went to his desk, starting to clean up. I had to ask him if he was in hours today. I jumped up from my seat, rushing down the stairs to make it time, my ass actually bouncing a bit with each step making me bite my lip!

“Hey professor, I was wondering about your… office hours. I think I need a little extra help.” Why did I say it like that, why am I leaning on his desk. There were still people here, a few actually… still? What am I thinking? The professor blinks rapidly, like he’s confused, his hand pauses before adjusting his glasses. His papers left on the desk as he looked me up and down as another few students leaving the room.

“You have seemed rather DICK-stracted lately, your grade falling behind.” The words slip out, accidentally, the way he is saying it feels like a bad porno. And my grade shouldn’t be falling behind, I was acing all my courses even with being distracted the last two… i was so far behind. Like how could I forget that silly.

“ i really have been distracted, please tell me what I can do to get my grades up, I’ll do anything!” I was leaning further on his desk, my back fully arched, almost everyone was out of the classroom now but us. There was that heady fog again, his eyes were looking just as glazed as Micha- MIKEY- no michaels’ did. Fuck fight it Timmy… fight it TIM!  He was muttering something, his left hand was shaking, so was the wedding band. He started to growl as the last person left the room, the door shutting behind them causing a loud boom followed quickly by a deathly silence.

“I think I have just the thing for you to work on!” he swipes his desk clear, framed pictures, students papers and other miscellaneous items fly everywhere. His eyes are clearly shocked, his mouth is wide open, he doesn't know why he’s doing what he’s doing, he can’t stop it, neither can I. My hungry needy throat, and soul crushingly empty ass needed dick and he had it. 

His whole form seizes up. His clothes change first, instead of nice brow tweed it becomes a deep blue suit, sports jacket open exposing a douchey expensive white shirt. Next comes his body, what fat was on him starts to melt away, his body burning all that fat and turning it into raw muscle. His once moob-like pecs firmed up, his abs became chiseled. His shoulders were squaring out while his biceps became bigger then footballs. 

It was his face and hair that changed the most, his stubble cleans even closer looking professionally groomed. His face no longer sweet, no cute glasses going over his nose, his eyes were now feral no longer kind. No glasses were for nerds and this guy was all man. He had a permanent cocky expression on his face, his nose went from button-like to more straight and narrow and his brow bone extended giving him a much more masculine face. His hair, once just neatly combed, was now thickly gelled back like some douchebag not a gender studies prof.

I felt myself fall to my knees, crawl under his desk and unzip his pants. His cock was hard as a rock but so willing to be fished out. He was still trying to fight this, fight me, he was stronger than I was, his hands gripping the desk as I slowly took his five inch cock into my desperate, plump lips. As they started to glide along his shaft, his average slightly curved shaft i could feel it THICKEN, his cock was getting girthy as I took him to the hilt. And when I started to bob up and down, his moans about his husband, about his career began to vanish as it began to lengthen. Each time hitting further and further down my throat forcing me to gag. His hands quickly threw off his sports coat, removing the over priced white tee and began to feel up his chest. His moans became about breeding, about fucking. His thrusts got faster.

My hands found their way to his ass, it was so plump, so fat, but as I touched it I could feel it firm up, fat turning to muscle. My hands trailing down his thighs as they followed suit. His pants were getting extremely tight, his balls pushing the crotch of his pants to the limit.

“Fuck… fuck baby, I’m so close.” his hands grabbed the back of my head, his twelve inch cock thrusting rapidly in and out of my throat. I wanted to pull back, I needed to breath, but he was so much stronger then me. Using me like a flesh light.

“Fuck you want a better grade, you want that EXTRA CREDIT, fuckin… TAKE. THIS. LOAD. SLUT!” He fires off ropes and ropes of cum down my throat, my thirst being sated as he slowly pumps the last bit down before unceremoniously pulling out. His cock hanging wet before he stuff’s it back into his pants.

He told me I’d keep my grade up if I kept servicing him, but I had to get out before the next class. I should have been mortified but I just giggled walking out of their like some disheveled slut, he even gave me one swat on the ass before I left making me yelp. God what was my life becoming..

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[musclemage953]

How about one where a school gym coach makes me incrediblly tall buff masculine with a huge bluge and super horny

I think that would be a great idea. Lucky for you, I've got my fair share of magic gym coaches that can whip you into shape! Let's take a look at you.

Ah, the usual: skinny, lanky, weak. I've taken the liberty of assigning a makeshift name to you: Jason. Don't worry about your size, though, I'll be sure to tighten up that baggy shirt of yours in no time. Now, meet your gym coach.

Meet Mr. Ford. He's inclined to flex, so don't put that against him. And don't feel intimidated, you'll be bigger than him before you know it. Now let's start your journey. You were minding your business on a normal school day when you suddenly got called down to your gym coach's office.

You walk into Mr. Ford's office, when you are met with a humid air. Looking at the beast of a man before you, however, it makes sense as the heat that must emanate off of that much mass must be an extreme amount.

"Mr. Ford?" You announce your presence, "You wanted to see me?"

"Jason," he responds. His baritone voice booming in the small office, "Yes, take a seat."

You sit across from him, taking in how his pecs strain against his shirt, his arms making his sleeves bulge close to tearing. You wonder how professional his outfit really is, given how revealing it is. You also notice a strange vial on his desk, with a murky liquid inside, but you brush it off as some peculiar decoration.

"You know, I've always seen great potential in you, Jason." Mr. Ford said as you took your seat.

"Am I in trouble?" You respond, confused about the situation.

"Quite the opposite, actually," he answered, "I see you in class all the time doing your best, striving for more. I'm always so dejected that your physique really hasn't responded."

There is a moment of silent confusion before you respond, "So what, are you trying to recruit me for the weight-lifting team or something? It's not like I've been trying to gain more muscle."

"That's perfectly normal," Mr. Ford announced kindly, "and I'm not trying to recruit you. I just want to know what you want, cause I can help you with that."

You look at his caring smile as you think about it. "Well... if you mean with my body, I have been wanting to get a little bigger. I just could never start."

You see a flicker in his eyes as he gets ready to respond, "You know, I think I have the perfect thing for you. A way to start." He reaches over to the vial you were curiously looking at and presents it to you, his muscles rippling with every movement. "Drink this. It's a supplement, of course, approved by all the boards that it needed to go through. It'll help you jumpstart what you want."

You reach for the vial, inspecting it and opening the lid. "Ok? I mean, if it's not harmful, I guess I could try it." You take a whiff, noting the sweet smell, before drinking it in one sip.

"I think you're going to be happy with that decision." Mr. Ford said with a laugh, leaning back in his chair and watching you.

Suddenly, you feel a warmth all around your body. You think you might be having an allergic reaction to the substance, so you are quickly alerted before settling down, the warmth accompanied by a pleasant feeling. You look at your hands feeling them plump up and grow into a manly pair. "What's going on?!" You exclaim.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride, Jason" Mr. Ford responded.

Veins start to appear along your arms as they swell up with muscle, moving from your forearms, to your biceps, and up to your shoulders. The sleeves on your shirt start to creak, unable to hold the new size. You feel the growth spread to your chest, causing your flat chest to quickly inflate, each pec swelling with each breath. Each pulse of growth you feel is a wave of pleasure, making you quietly moan and groan, your deepest fantasies becoming a reality.

Your traps rise as well, accompanied by your widening back, and a thickening neck, creating an imposing figure. Your spine grows in length, cracking and giving you a new towering height. Your upper body is swelling so much that you burst out of your shirt, revealing your completely transformed torso. Your abs are hit next, subtly carving out bricks in your midsection and giving you an insane v-line. You reach up to feel your face. Your jaw is reshaping, changing to a more masculine shape, even growing a slight stubble. Speaking of your hair, it's changed to a dark black, giving you an even more masculine look. You look down at your insanely inflated upper body with awe, flexing and feeling the mounds of muscle now over your body.

You aren't given much time as your lower body now catches up to the transformation. You grunt as you feel your quads swell with size, causing you to lean back in your chair from the intense growing pleasure. They stretch out your pants completely, leaving them tight. The back of your pants is not left out as your butt inflates with muscle, giving you an extremely round bubble butt. The growth moves down to your calves, giving you an incredible raindrop shape, straining your pant legs. The swelling of muscles in your lower body causes your pants to groan before eventually bursting off of you. You even feel your feet grow a few sizes, causing you to take off your shoes so you don't lose any more clothing. Your legs lengthen as well, adding to your imposing height, still swelling with muscle so as to not lose mass in the stretching process.

You pant wildly, hot from the intense transformation. But it is not done yet, as there is more to your growth. You feel the heat moving to your crotch, your member starting to rise from the pleasure of your transformation. However, it starts pulsing farther from where it would normally stop. You let out a moan, noting how your voice has dropped, matching the baritone of Mr. Ford. Your dick begins to grow along the length of your underwear, thickening and elongating, each pulse feeling like an orgasm. It grows so long that it begins to snake out of your clothing, revealing itself to the outside world. You reach down to rub your growing shaft coming out of your underwear, feeling it grow bigger and bigger. Reaching your knees fully hard. You feel an extra tightness in your balls as they begin to swell as well, creating a huge bulge in your crotch. This excess size in your reproductive organs, in turn, increases the production of testosterone in your body, leading to the last stage in your transformation.

The vial of liquid has completely transformed you, as if altering reality itself. On that note, you begin to age, mentally and physically, your body and face now gaining the look of a masculine man in his 20s. The increase in testosterone coursing through your body directly links to your sex drive, making you the most horny you've ever been. You look at your gym coach... no, your college football coach (how could you mix that up?) with a new desire, as if you've found prey that you must dominate. You catch yourself in coach's mirror first, causing you to worship yourself and your new body. You flex and revel in your new mass, a cocky smile spread across your face.

Mr. Ford looks at you with a lustful smile, "Now that's a transformation," his smile slowly fading as you turn to him, revealing your intentful eyes.

You slowly make your way to him and forcibly move his desk to the side with your newfound strength. "I think it's time I had a little fun with you, coach."

Mr. Ford looks up at you and smiles again, "It's like you read my mind," he responded as he moved towards you, feeling up your giant muscles.

You remove your underwear, letting your manhood spring to its full length. You turn Mr. Ford around, letting your dick tease his ass. "Do it. I'm ready." He exclaims, positioning himself. You begin to slowly push your dick into your coach's tight hole, feeling your cock pulse with need. You grab onto his pecs, feeling his masses of muscle as you thrust into him. Your slow thrusting soon turns into rapid movements as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your huge balls slapping against his legs. The extreme pleasure of the transformation, your hyper-sized dick, and the coach's tight ass is quickly getting you to a climax. Both of your moans increase in volume as this masculine fucking reaches its peak. With one last thrust, you explode in Mr. Ford, cum gushing out of your dick, and filling him up. The orgasm lasts for a solid full minute as you both shake in ecstasy. You pull yourself out from your coach and lean in for a passionate kiss, a thank you for the transformation.

"We should do this again sometime, " Mr. Ford proposes, still panting from the intense pounding.

"Oh, I think we will," You respond, standing over him with your dick rising once again.

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I think it'll take you a few more times for your horniness to calm down. No need to thank me, I love what I do. Now go and enjoy your new powerful body.

[transformation4life]

Thinking Straight

"Hey Faggot, bet you want these guns?" The gymbro flexed to Parker.

Parker was your average gay twink trying to get some muscle at the gym much to the dismay of the straight homophobic gymbros. Even with that in mind he still came back every single time. Even with their comments he couldn't help but keep drooling at their bodies especially with their asian heritage.

"Yes I do. Now keep belittling me please," Parker didn't hesitate to keep staring.

The gymbro snarled and grabbed Parker by the neck.

"You. Faggot. Shut up! You will be like us soon enough and understand how much faggots like you deserve to suffer." The gymbro let go of Parker as the words left Parker with a terrible feeling in his stomach.

The collective bunch of gymbros all laughed and pointed at Parker soon after and Parker's hard on quickly faded and the poor skinny guy was filled with embarrassment and left the gym to go back home. Usually Parker would be filled with lust after the gymbros insulted him, but after getting grabbed he felt... different. Either way Parker needed to be alone for a while.

Parker arrived at his apartment and opened the door and was quick to collapse onto his couch.

" *Groan* That was so weirdddddddddd. What did that guy even meannnnnn? I'm as gay as can be!" Parker didn't want to think about what happened anymore so he resorted to his usual at-home activity of watching videos of male bodybuilders to get a hard-on.

So Parker pulled out his phone and was quick to search stuff like "Bodybuilder Flexing" and "Bodybuilder Posing" and "Pec bounce" hoping it would give him the desired tent in his pants. Much to Parker's dismay though, that tent never appeared even when it usually should have. Parker felt like something was off. The words the gymbro said to him ringed in his head again.

"AUGHHHH This is infuriating!!! Y'know what I'll just go to bed now. It's getting late anyway," Parker closed the YouTube app and made his way to his bed.

An urge quickly took over Parker as he out of characteristically decide to sleep nude.

"I-It's a bit hot in here this is perfectly fine..." Parker told himself.

Parker closed his eyes thinking of strong, large, and muscular men hoping he could maybe stroke his cock before bed but he still felt nothing. Infact he felt more challenged that he wasn't like them.

"I'll show them tomorrow. No more horny," He mumbled before drifting off to sleep as his life would soon change drastically.

As the night continued Parker kept rolling around in bed as he kept twisting and turning his sleeping position as he tried to think of large men in order to calm himself down but it still wasn't working.

"You will be like us soon enough," The words suddenly entered the thoughts of Parker making him sweat. Almost sweat too much.

Parker's face began to morph as his eyes became thinner and his lips a bit plumper and more changes to give his face a more asian look. Although his eyes were closed Parker's vision started to worsen while suddenly a pair of glasses appeared on his nightstand. Parker's pale white skin was slowly becoming much more tanner and much like he's been out in the sun for a lot longer than he actually has. Memories of being a Thailand immigrant quickly surfaced into Parker's brain as they replaced the ones of being born in the United States. Still as gay as ever, Chet Wong still wanted to get big and stare at men all the while.

"เชี่ย…" (Fuck...) Chet moaned in perfect Thai as he was about to get a hard-on thinking of the same asian gymbros before something stopped it.

The next most important change become evident as Chet began to pack on TONS of muscle. As the muscles packed on so did the memories of Chet going to the gym at young age of 14. It wasn't before long that Chet had two massive suckable tits, washboard abds, pythons for biceps and thick juicy thighs not to mention the bubble butt of all time along with other ultra masculine features.

And now... the star of the show couldn't wait much longer as Chet's currently small dick erected and grew into a thick girthy 10 inch monster just waiting to fuck.... something. Boys! Girls? Chet was a bit fuzzy on his sexuality as he continued to moan as he remembered his long rod and hanging out with... those asian gymbros?! Wait... that's right those were Chet's friends. Have been for a while now. But why would those homophobic shitstains want to hang out with-

-and understand how much faggots like you deserve to suffer." Chet grabbed his rod thinking of how hot his gymbros were and how lucky a gay bodybuilder like him was lucky to be around them until his stopped in his tracks and his dick softened.

"Why am I thinking like a Fag? I'm no Fag!" Chet's homosexuality quickly became 100% heterosexuality.

Thoughts of men pecs and hairy bodies were quickly replaced with the thoughts of busty women and their curvy bodies that Chet needed to seed with his 10-incher. Chet adopted every single toxic masculinity trait in the book as he thought about all the women he fucked and all the fags that he turned down. Chet's rod quickly rose to it's full girth as he began to masturbate until releasing a sea of cum onto his bed.

"ที่รู้สึกดี….." (That felt good...) All of Chet's worries were gone as he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Morning arrived as a flurry of notifications brought Chet awake. Chet groaned a bit as his morning wood was evident due to his thoughts of women last night. Chet grabbed his glasses from his nightstand and went for his phone.

"Wonder what Fag texted me last night. Let's see..."

Much to Chet's betterment it was one of his gymbro friends also from Thailand.

GB: เฮ้ Faggot พร้อมที่จะทำซ้ำแล้วหรือยัง? (Hey Faggot, ready to do reps?)

BigDick: ฮ่าๆ! แน่นอน ขอแค่ให้ฉันเตรียมไม้เรียวให้สาวๆ แล้วฉันจะไปที่นั่น (Haha! Of course just let me get my rod ready for the ladies and I'll be there.)

Chet put his phone down and got out of his bed to give a good look of himself on his closet mirror. He was feeling cocky and ready to seed.

After a self-obsessed ten minutes Chet put some clothes on, but making sure his prized schlong was big and out there. Chet then grabbed his gym bag and set out for where his bros were at.

"ไอ้เหี้ย! นั่นแหละ!" (Faggot! There you are!) One of the gymbros shouted as Chet approached

"ฮาฮาฮามาก. ฉันไม่ใช่ตุ๊ด แม้กระทั่งยกออกเมื่อคืนนี้กับผู้หญิงบางคน" (Haha very funny. I am no faggot. Even jacked off last night to some ladies.) Chet smirked.

"และนั่นคือเชตที่เรารู้จัก!" (And that's the Chet we know!) The gymbros all cheered.

"มาปั๊มกันเถอะ!" (Let's get our pump on!) Chet cheered back.

The thai gymbros worked out for hours as they built their muscles to show off to the ladies. A couple ladies at the gym even noticed the group making some comments about them. This caught the attention of Chet as he was ready to get some pussy tonight. While the other gymbros were distracted with their workouts Chet stripped of all of his clothes except for his underwear poorly keeping his rod in check.

"Hey ladies. Like what you see?" Chet did a little flex.

The girls giggled and nodded. Chet was ecstatic and made his move.

"So how about you feel this 10 incher in ya later tonight at my place?" The girls giggled again but politely decline much to Chet's rage.

"What?!?!?! You bitches don't know what you're missing on!!!" Chet walked away to his bros absolutely fuming.

"What's wrong bro?" One of the gym bros asked.

"Ladies didn't want my seed it was not fun!!!" Chet replied solemnly.

The bros showed deep concern for Chet and began to hype him up.

"You got big ass Chet! Those bimbos know nothing!!" One of the gymbros said prompting Chet to look at his ass in the nearby mirror.

"You are right!"

Almost as if right on cue another set of ladies walked by and Chet's libido was higher than ever. Chet adjusted his loose underwear ready for a seeding opportunity.

Surprisingly one of the ladies actually agreed to a date later tonight and the whole gymbro group cheered.

"นั่นคือเชตของเรา!" (That's our Chet!) Any sign of Parker was long gone as Chet pulled down his pants thinking of all the ladies he was going to fuck.

Chet's prize swayed back and forth as Chet began to smile as he moved his legs in excitement.

"ฉันรักการเป็นผู้ชาย!" (I love being a man!)

[jerkingnerds2jock]

Getting Bred Pt 2

I was in my room for two days straight getting railed by my now incredibly horny, bull like roommate. We only took breaks to drink and eat and even then it was minimal. He had no memory of his girlfriend, he still says he’s straight, just that he’s quote “addicted to that tight fag hole and thick dsl’s I have” That shouldn’t have turned me on, I hated homophobic guys, I hated DL guys even more. But I can’t say that I didn’t hop on his lap and bounce on his dick till I came my brains out. He was so cocky, so arrogant, he wouldn’t even let me sleep next to him. It was at the foot of the bed.

Luckily, today, I woke up before him, and was able to resist this supernatural, aching need deep in my throat to suck him awake. To swallow every drop of his cum like it was my breakfast and then him fuck another load deep in my throat, skull fucking me till all that i could think about was daddy’s cum deep in me. God thinking about it now was making me tent the only “modest clothes” I could find, I was still in this stupid, pink, tight jockstrap, but I was wearing booty shorts that showed off the bottom of my new, fatter, rounder cheeks. And I had a hot pink crop on, that basically just made my now permanently smooth torso. I was a walking sex doll.

But I couldn't miss classes, not so close to exams so I made due, I got a little distracted by some running jocks, but no one suddenly burst into a muscle beast in the quad. And everyone in the hallway seemed to act normal, like there was nothing wrong with me looking like I was on my way to a grindr hookup. The only problem i had when I sat down,in a room full of my peers, was that Mikey had just woken up, without me there, and he was blowing up my phone. I knew If I looked at those texts I would have raced to see him so i turned my phone off and focused on my sweet, totally gay gender studies Professor Johnson. He was about five foot ten, smartly dressed in tweed, you could tell he used to be incredibly fit but with the marriage band around his ring finger explained the muffin top and the bit of double chin that his well maintained stubble hid. He was like a chubbier Jonathan Bailey! 

It was hard to concentrate, my dick was so hard, my mind kept drifting off to last night, feeling of Mikey’s five o’clock shadow scratch me as he licked around my hole, teasing and playing with me, his hands gripping me just right, spreading me further as he ate me out. When he was done torturing me, leaving me at the edge he would pull away just to replace the pressure of his tongue with the head of his cock. Smearing pre against my hole as he slowly, painstakingly pushed in. *SLAM* the guy next to me drops his book, snapping me back to reality. Apparently I had put on a private show for him, my hand had snaked its way to the back of my shorts trying to find my hole. He got up covering his bulge with a messenger bag before walking out.

The lecture was almost over, everyone was slowly filing out, fuck I missed basically everying. I could hear the last bits telling us to check the blackboard before Professor Johnson went to his desk, starting to clean up. I had to ask him if he was in hours today. I jumped up from my seat, rushing down the stairs to make it time, my ass actually bouncing a bit with each step making me bite my lip!

“Hey professor, I was wondering about your… office hours. I think I need a little extra help.” Why did I say it like that, why am I leaning on his desk. There were still people here, a few actually… still? What am I thinking? The professor blinks rapidly, like he’s confused, his hand pauses before adjusting his glasses. His papers left on the desk as he looked me up and down as another few students leaving the room.

“You have seemed rather DICK-stracted lately, your grade falling behind.” The words slip out, accidentally, the way he is saying it feels like a bad porno. And my grade shouldn’t be falling behind, I was acing all my courses even with being distracted the last two… i was so far behind. Like how could I forget that silly.

“ i really have been distracted, please tell me what I can do to get my grades up, I’ll do anything!” I was leaning further on his desk, my back fully arched, almost everyone was out of the classroom now but us. There was that heady fog again, his eyes were looking just as glazed as Micha- MIKEY- no michaels’ did. Fuck fight it Timmy… fight it TIM!  He was muttering something, his left hand was shaking, so was the wedding band. He started to growl as the last person left the room, the door shutting behind them causing a loud boom followed quickly by a deathly silence.

“I think I have just the thing for you to work on!” he swipes his desk clear, framed pictures, students papers and other miscellaneous items fly everywhere. His eyes are clearly shocked, his mouth is wide open, he doesn't know why he’s doing what he’s doing, he can’t stop it, neither can I. My hungry needy throat, and soul crushingly empty ass needed dick and he had it. 

His whole form seizes up. His clothes change first, instead of nice brow tweed it becomes a deep blue suit, sports jacket open exposing a douchey expensive white shirt. Next comes his body, what fat was on him starts to melt away, his body burning all that fat and turning it into raw muscle. His once moob-like pecs firmed up, his abs became chiseled. His shoulders were squaring out while his biceps became bigger then footballs. 

It was his face and hair that changed the most, his stubble cleans even closer looking professionally groomed. His face no longer sweet, no cute glasses going over his nose, his eyes were now feral no longer kind. No glasses were for nerds and this guy was all man. He had a permanent cocky expression on his face, his nose went from button-like to more straight and narrow and his brow bone extended giving him a much more masculine face. His hair, once just neatly combed, was now thickly gelled back like some douchebag not a gender studies prof.

I felt myself fall to my knees, crawl under his desk and unzip his pants. His cock was hard as a rock but so willing to be fished out. He was still trying to fight this, fight me, he was stronger than I was, his hands gripping the desk as I slowly took his five inch cock into my desperate, plump lips. As they started to glide along his shaft, his average slightly curved shaft i could feel it THICKEN, his cock was getting girthy as I took him to the hilt. And when I started to bob up and down, his moans about his husband, about his career began to vanish as it began to lengthen. Each time hitting further and further down my throat forcing me to gag. His hands quickly threw off his sports coat, removing the over priced white tee and began to feel up his chest. His moans became about breeding, about fucking. His thrusts got faster.

My hands found their way to his ass, it was so plump, so fat, but as I touched it I could feel it firm up, fat turning to muscle. My hands trailing down his thighs as they followed suit. His pants were getting extremely tight, his balls pushing the crotch of his pants to the limit.

“Fuck… fuck baby, I’m so close.” his hands grabbed the back of my head, his twelve inch cock thrusting rapidly in and out of my throat. I wanted to pull back, I needed to breath, but he was so much stronger then me. Using me like a flesh light.

“Fuck you want a better grade, you want that EXTRA CREDIT, fuckin… TAKE. THIS. LOAD. SLUT!” He fires off ropes and ropes of cum down my throat, my thirst being sated as he slowly pumps the last bit down before unceremoniously pulling out. His cock hanging wet before he stuff’s it back into his pants.

He told me I’d keep my grade up if I kept servicing him, but I had to get out before the next class. I should have been mortified but I just giggled walking out of their like some disheveled slut, he even gave me one swat on the ass before I left making me yelp. God what was my life becoming..

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[ultram0th2]

Request: Could you beef this man up into a total muscle daddy?

Caleb couldn’t help but scrunch up his face in disgust when he overheard the gay couple cooing sugary things to one another. The football-playing stud didn’t have a problem with gay guys whatsoever, but he found it disgusting when the thinner one referred to the other as “Daddy”.

“Disgusting,” he muttered under his breath as he walked into the bathroom, unaware of the mischievous glares from the gay couple.

Caleb sauntered into the bathroom and did his business. As he was washing his hands, he looked up into the mirror and couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride that blossomed in his chest at the serious gains he’d made. He straightened up and snapped a picture to post onto his Instagram, making sure to flex a large bicep.

He posted the picture and before he knew what he was doing, tagged it with #Daddy.

“What the hell?” he grunted as he posted the picture, unsure why he’d just done that. He deleted the picture and snapped another one, this one with him making sure to puff out his chest a little bit to show off his chiseled pecs.

When he posted it, this time as if his thumbs were possessed, he tagged it with #MuscleDaddy and #DaddyAF.

“What the fuck is going on?” Caleb roared as he tried to edit the tags, but his thumbs would not cooperate. In a frustrated huff, he tossed his phone down onto the counter of the bathroom sink and splashed some water on his face. However, his stomach dropped when he felt something completely wrong.

In a flash, Caleb rubbed the water away from his eyes and stared into the mirror, his jaw dropping as he watched dark stubble grow at a rapid rate along his previously smooth jaw. He was in shock and awe as he watched the dark hair take over, but his focus soon shifted when his chest started to itch. He absentmindedly scratched at it, wincing when he saw tuffs of chest hair starting to sprout and curl over the collar of his shirt.

“Holy shit!” he boomed in a deeper sounding voice when he witnessed his muscles starting to inflate. His biceps bulged even further underneath a dense forest of hair and the seams on his jeans struggled to contain his widening thighs and ass that bubbled out even more. The front of his jeans bulged outwards as he felt his cock lengthen and start to plump up. In his panicked state of mind, Caleb struggled to unzip the tightening pants, unleashing the now ten inch cock that was almost as thick as a beer can.

He was speechless as his body continued to change, but the worst had yet to come.

“No!” Caleb cried when he saw his gut starting to push outwards. The stud had prided himself on his chiseled abs which he’d always shown off online. However, his gut continued to inflate and round out in front of him. His tight t-shirt sprung upwards and rested on top of the protruding hairy tummy, unable to shield it from view. Caleb poked at it, a little relieved that it seemed to be solid, more akin to a roidgut than just fat. Even his pecs puffed out and inflated so much that they rested on his new gut, his nipples enlarging to poke conspicuously against the straining fabric of his shirt.

RIIPPPP!

Caleb’s broadening, hairy back tore the t-shirt to shreds, and the shocked inflated stud was forced to stare at his beefy new body. His hairy gut protruded out in front of him and his pecs and nipples were so large that no shirt would ever be able to conceal them.

He whimpered when he saw crow’s feet starting to form near his eyes, and a few of the hairs on his new beard turned gray, illustrating the many years that the stud had just had sucked away.

“Wh-what the fuck happened to me?” Caleb bellowed in his deeper voice as he examined his beefy, older body. Unwanted, hairy bulk kept rubbing up against itself as he moved, and the hunk couldn’t see anything but inflated pecs and his large musclegut whenever he glanced downwards. His large thighs rolled around each other as he tried to walk, his gait resembling something like a waddle.

The bathroom door opened up and the thin gay guy from earlier walked in, running his eyes up and down Caleb’s inflated form.

“Well hey there, Daddy,” he teased, giving Caleb a knowing wink.

At the name, Caleb’s giant cock twitched to life, and the new bear blushed as his ten inches stood out in front of him. He was only able to know this by looking in the mirror since his gut blocked its view from above. “Wh-what did you call me?” Caleb stuttered, his heart racing in his inflated chest as his eyes ran up and down the younger man’s form.

The guy giggled and walked up to the beefy muscle daddy, running an admiring hand up and down the protruding gut that was evidently sensitive too. “I called you, ‘Daddy’,” he whispered.

Celeb shuddered as the smaller guy’s fingers ran through his thick chest hair, and his cock twitched with want as a small bead of precum started to leak out.

“Let’s head to my place and I’ll take care of that for you, Daddy.”

The other guy managed to tuck Caleb’s monster cock back into his pants and zipped up the front. Caleb looked back at his reflection and winced as it looked as if he were smuggling a cucumber in his pocket. He was too shocked to say anything and was so focused on the way his beefy chest fluttered when the guy took him by the hand and led him out of the bathroom.

When he finally snapped back to his senses, Caleb blushed furiously as he realized that he was walking (or waddling) hand-in-hand with a much younger looking and thinner guy. Worse was that his new inflated form was on full display to the other people who were walking around, all of them getting a full view of his musclegut and pillow-like pecs that were capped off with nubby nipples. He knew that something horrible had happened to him, that he was supposed to be the 21 year old straight jock who had a muscular and toned body. He wasn’t supposed to be some older musclebear who showed off his thick, hairy chest everywhere he went because no shirt could ever fit over it.

But he couldn’t deny how turned on he was by the immense weight of his gut and pecs pulling on his front, and by the way his bulky arms rested on his flaring lats. And even the wind blowing across his dense chest hair sent a shock of pleasure through him, making his thick cock throb and a large wet mark appear on the front of his jeans.

“Doing okay, Daddy?” his younger companion asked, patting his musclegut reassuringly.

Caleb shuddered again and wrapped a large arm around the other man’s thin shoulders, feeling a protective contentment as the man’s smaller body was pressed against his hairy bulk.

“Daddy’s doin’ just fine, Baby,” Caleb playfully growled.

[kemerooter]

How Timmy changed over the course of college…

[i-trainingmotivation-deactivate]

[bigwishes]

Big's Perma Bulk!

(Community Requested Story, about me perma bulking) What's good bros! It's your favourite wish granting genie here to go on my own transformation journey. Normally I send this kind of thing off to another writer but a lot of you wanted me to be transformation using my own Genie gifts so I've waved my hands and started it off.

I made sure to completely forget about what you guys wanted for me to make it even more surprising but considering all you lot drool at a bicep vein I think I'm in good hands.

After waking up I definitely didn't have anything to worry about. I knew all of you just wanted me to become some big sweaty himbo. Just take a look.

Big arms, thick thighs and a solid chest. I won't lie if I were to make a choice I would of ended up so much bigger than this but hey, it's what you all wanted to I guess I gotta get used to being a himbo stud.

Woah...I guess day two was a little different. I'm a lot bigger ladz so cheers for that but damn, some of this definition is starting to fade. It looks like I'm sliding more to the tank side of the spectrum that the stud side. I'm pretty sure if I move wrong this tank is gonna split in too and my fucking stomach won't stop rumbling, every time I walk in my kitchen I down half a box of cereal, fuck, I should probably take a couple sandwiches back to my desk before I load up some games with the boys.

'BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPP'

aw fuck, sorry about that ladz but damn. I woke up this morning and my stomach feels so tight, it feels like my abs are about to split in half. My shorts are so tight around my ass.

Damn what the fuck did you guys wish to happen to me? A slab of muscle instead of abs is one thing but fuck my gut is so bloated, ah man

'UURRRRRRRRRRPP!!!'

whoops, sorry dudes, fuck this is so tight but I still feel hungry, maybe a protein shake and a bowl of rice wont gut, surely this can't get any tighter.

ahhh fuck what time is it? 3am?? why the fuck am I so hungry. I didn't even know it was possible to feel hungry and bloated at the same-

BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP

ah man, what do I have in the fridge, mmmmm half a pizza, well I'm sure a couple of slices won't hurt. I hit the gym pretty hard today, its probably my body wanting to fuel up. mmm yeah just 3 maybe 6 slices and I'll be good for the night, probably best to turn the light switch on so I don't make a mess...

w--what the fuck happened to me! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I'M SO FUCKING BULKY, OH FUCK

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP

DAMN....fuck well....at least it doesn't jiggle, probably just bloated from how much I've been eating recently, who knew having such big muscles would make me so hungry all the time...

hmmm, I probably shouldn't leave just 3 slices of pizza in the fridge on their, own, that's not even a snack, 9 slices is alright at this time of night yeah?

On the bright side, my muscles have continued to blow up to freakish size, my bicep is bigger than most dude's heads. On the other hand....I can't shift this tank around my mid section. I've been trying to eat less to get my abs back but fuck I can't help it, my stomach growls and I gotta eat enough to feed at least 3 people or else it feels like my stomach is gonna eat itself. It's okay, Ill just cut when summer rolls around, use this time to grow as big as I can, bet my abs will look fucking insane in a few months/

Guess the bright side is I can order that nice chocolate cake with my pizza tonight...I'm pretty sure it's cheat night tonight, or was it last night? hmm, no yeah it is definitely tonight?

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

ah fuck, wh- UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

what happened - uurp - to me?

a few *hic* days ago I was a lean mean lifting machine

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP

and now...fuck *hic* uuurp- I'm a big, bulky brute

fuu-UUUUUUUURPPPP-ck, my gut is so tight, moving feels like a chore....I'm so fuckin stuffed and hungry at the same time. Who knew my fans would want me to blow up into a 300lsb bulky beast...

damn...I need a shower but, I could really go for a double cheese burger and a snickers protein thick shake, I'm sure it can wait -uuurrpp- maybe I should grab a couple protein bars for the road..

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!

I can still feel the spell under my skin, I wonder how much bigger these guys will make me, or what else they'll do...

[jerkingnerds2jock]

DO YOU FEEL THE RUSH

(A commission story for a client!! Please enjoy, if anyone wants early access to anything join the patreon and the patreon server!!!, enjoy the porn!) _____________________ PJ and Theo were at the top of their game. Not just in football where they had gotten their university scholarships that not only kept them enrolled but kept the school very happy with their star athletes. But also in partying, lifting and scoring bitches every time they went out for pussy patrol. Tonight would be no different, a fraternity mixer between Beta Omega Upsilon (BOY) and a rival fraternity Kappa Omega Kappa (kok) was happening. Sure it meant they had to deal with the campus fags a little bit but it also meant all their progressive besties that BOY’s had trouble getting a chance with would be there tonight. So they were going to suck it up, drink their pansy ass alcohol and have a good time.

PJ was almost done getting ready, he was a total cleancut jock. The kicker on their football team and one of BOY’s cleanest (reputation) guys on campus. He was your typical finance bro who would tout big numbers but struggle in almost any science or humanities course leaving him slightly lack luster in everyday conversation. So sure he could score a hookup, maybe even a date but most people seeking courtship, relationships, would ditch him as soon as they could. Which had obviously led the jock to develop some type of chip on his shoulder. An insecurity he couldn’t shake so he would just overcompensate, flash money and cash whenever and wherever he could or have more meaningless hookups.

Wearing a letterman jacket with a simple white t-shirt and chain. He was giving more football fuckboy than anything else and with those tight jeans wrapped around his legs like ceram wrap it's not hard to imagine him getting some attention. Attention that he didn’t know would be the last thing he wanted.

“Fucking hell trying to get you out of the house is worse then trying to get a chick to leave!” PJ says as they walk down the frat row. A lot of the CO-eds were already getting drunk, music blaring in the air creating that noise complaint atmosphere cops just LOVED.

“Bro chill the fuck out i just wanted to look good tonight for the chicks is that so bad?” Theo asks as he takes a few quick steps ahead. Theo, while dumber than PJ, was not an idiot. He could always tell that his frat brother was annoyed and or jealous of him. For whatever reason he couldn’t discern but he did know that feeling so he did his best to navigate it.

“As long as you don’t poach one of my babes were good bro. You can’t pull what you did last time at Gamma Gamma Gamma’s Luau celebration!” He says it like he's trying to bitch slap Theo, like Theo had committed some ultimate sin at a frat party instead of just having fun!

“Bro, i didn’t poach shit, they have free will and a mind of their own. Its not like anyone or anything was controlling them or making them want to sleep with me bro. That shit is not on me. Would be kinda hot to have control like that though bro!” he tries to lighten it up at the end, Theo isn’t a guy for conflict its just not in him. The two have been bros for basically ever and he doesn't want to ruin that with some silly fight.

“Would be kind of hot, listen I'm just asking for you to not cramp on my game okay! I need tonight!” They are at this point infront of FAG house- KOK’s Frat house, the openly gay frat on campus. They both said silent, homophobic prayers before stepping foot on the grounds, the beats were pumping in the air. The front lawn had plenty of people half naked, dancing, drinking and smoking. Sadly for these boys it was majority men on the outside, more than half brandishing some level of pride flag as they danced together in drunken revelry. 

When they had seen the pride flag they had initially been repulsed, their “anti-woke” mindset not loving the idea of sharing a space with anyone who is different then them but free booze, possible new chicks to bang and a night not wasted. Sign them the fuck up, PJ could get the fuck over it if he was drunk enough and it seemed like there was plenty, just no fag should hit on him if they wanted to keep those pansy faces nice. Theo was again a much nicer, kinder being! It would be a shame to not let new people gaze at the glory of him. Sure he didn’t like fa- gay men but they always praised his muscles and bought him drinks so as long as they fed his ego he was okay with teasing and flirting back. Still uncomfortable but a different flavor.

“I swear to god dude the booze and babes better be bangin or i’m out in the first hour!” PJ quickly tells theo, his wingman who has a history of in Pj’s mind staying in places too long.

“Dude come on, its the start of an all night RAGER, you know KOK throws some of the biggest parties on campus, live a little, relax, plus they apparently have a great DJ scheduled tonight.” Theo says before he runs ahead being waved inside by one of their frat mates while PJ scout’s outside, going along the side of the house to the backyard where a DJ a dj setup is certainly being put up. He gets lost in all the equipment and decorations. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.It might be better than the lame as speakers they have at their own parties.

“Admiring the equipment!” An effeminate blonde haired twink lisps out, he’s in a mesh long sleeve neon green crop top, his midriff a fully toned stomach with jeans that look painted on. His ass barely contained by the denim prison he calls pants. His hands are covered in rings and his wrist adorned with so many bracelets it could probably all be used for reps if he tried working out. This was not the vibe PJ would go for. Hell he was pretty sure this was not the vibe any of his frat would go for.

“Uh… uh yeah bro it's really nice, can’t wait to hear the DJ’s set!” nice conversation PJ thinks to himself. Last thing he wants is to get kicked out and as long as the fag freak doesn’t come onto him they are both more then fine! If only he knew more about who or what this fag freak was.

“Oh I think you will LOVE my set, I geared it towards both frats tonight, KOK’s president, Everrett. Such a doll I owed him a HUGE favor from another gig and so I was happy for him to cash it out here!” Fucking great the bigot thought. This fairy freak is the DJ. It's going to be all pop nonsense, no good music whatsoever. He didn’t realize his surface thoughts could be heard by the DJ. How could he, PJ exists in the belief that everything was normal, mundane and the most magical thing he believed was in church but only on holidays. Ofcourse PJ’s mind latched onto the favor part, imagining that fag on his knees for a slightly bigger, toned masculine fag that he had made up. The thought made his stomach twist and turn but it was enough ammunition for the twink.

“I’m sure I will bro, but are you sure you’ll play any real music, music BOY members will know? I mean me and my bro Theo probably don’t even know any of that gay shit, no offense” he was picking fun at the twink. It really was just another way of talking down to him which is all PJ really knew how to do at the end of the day, talk down to people! Something that would be his undoing, especially if he kept doing it to this specific waifish dj twink.

“Oh I’m sure if you don’t know any, then by the end of the night you will!” he said it with a wink, thinking that would be the end of it so that he could walk away and just start his set. The music was going to change minds, open people up, make them receptive but this jack ass just had to keep talking. PJ loved talking.

The goal tonight was to promote unity and undo division between the frats. The entire campus had been feeling tense since last Halloween when ASZ had to be quarantined due to a himbo oil outbreak. So this was one way to try and make everyone relax, two of the major frats meeting up and partying with booze, music and each other.

“Nah bro, atleast put on some edm or rap dude. You can play your pansy ass pop shit when I manage to grab some pussy and dip!” PJ laughs it out to himself like what he’s saying is hilarious and not entirely insulting and possibly derogatory. 

The DJ twink just grins, his back was turned to PJ as he had been making his way to his station so he couldn’t see the malice spreading on his face, or how his fingernails which had an assortment of designs started to glow. He didn’t see a need in letting this asshole talk himself deeper into a hole or insulting him more, he would fix the problem, sure some other people (did douchebag frat boys who were bigots really count) would be caught in the crossfire but who didn’t want a more inclusive campus.

“You know, I think I’ll be able to get you something we both want!” His voice somehow echoes as he gets into position on the lifted stage. PJ just shrugs taking it as a win, maybe the fucking twig or twink or whatever they are called can actually do his job and entertain him is what he’s thinking when he makes his way inside the frat house trying to find Theo. It seems like he’s talking to some ridiculously buff dude in just some obnoxious neon pink shorts. He was taller then both of us, super tan with tattoos, a literal adonis, if it wasn’t for the classic “gay voice” i wouldn’t have got that he was a fag and asked if he wanted to hit the gym.

“.... I promise none of the guys at KOK bite, we’re just wanting to reach out and build more community and solidarity with you guys at BOY.” He puts his hand on Theo’s shoulder, flashing a bright smile. Theo lets out a laugh, maybe even a giggle, he never giggles, was he being flirted with by a fairy and falling for it. PJ had to step in to intervene somehow right? Wasn’t there something in bro code about not letting bros become cocksuckers. About only banging chicks and if need be saying no homo before a quick brojob.

“No, no I believe you. I think this is a good idea, I mean a party between us… BROS yeah between us bros and getting to know each other beyond just frat identities is so great dude, god I don’t know what it is uh..” He pauses before the man speaks.

“Everett!” Everett, literal golden adonis informs him of his name, his hand running down from his shoulder to the small of PJ bro’s back. PJ swore he could almost see Theo shiver, biting his lip and holding back a whimper. God his bro was fagging out hard. Maybe if both of them fell for the KOK president

‘I mean I get it, this man screamed… well he screamed man. Even his smell, this pure, unadulterated earthy musk that made me sniff the air was the epitome of masculinity. Maybe I was fagging out to as I looked him up and down, admiring the curvature of his muscles, the way his shorts were straining not just against this massive bulge in the front, but his ass made the fabric look painted on. God the idea of ripping those shorts off with my teeth, the image of his cock slapping against my face PULSED in my mind, over and over again like a blight camera flash, disorienting me. Fuck, stop it, okay lets get Theo out of here,’ The thoughts racing through PJ’s mind are so loud and panicked. The pulsing magic of Faggy pres over there frightened him and made him want to leave. Before Theo could say another word PJ acted fast and slapped his hand on Theo’s other shoulder. Grabbing both attention.

“Hey dude I think i saw a keg out back, mind helping me tap that! Sorry to interrupt Everett!” The adonis, the head of KOK (as he would soon learn) just smiled and waved me off, Theo looked confused as I pulled him away, his eyes blinking rapidly as I made our way back to the backyard. The DJ looked like he was finishing setting up, a few others had made there way out here.

“Dude theres… There's no keg!” Theo sounded even dumber than I remembered him to be, his head shaking. God that guy was like frying his brain somehow, or maybe he had been roofied? Did gay guys roofie people? I decided tough love was the only solution to save my bro. Tough love equals a slap to the face, something I had wanted to do forever.

“Snap out of it Theo!” PJ’s hand hits across his face with a loud smack, the way his cheek recoils and his face turns leaves the jock stunned. A red mark making itself clear on his once pale pristine porcelain skin but it all seems to do the trick. He looks genuinely concerned, one hand on his cheek, his eyes wide while the other one points to him and then Everett and then himself again. Gobsmacked by the actions just taken at the KOK frat house. No one could have prepared him for this, for falling prey very quickly and briefly to the ancient horny magics of a fat president.

“Fuck dude, i was like totally gaying out there. I was like half a second from getting on my knees and trying to suck his cock through his shorts. You like totally saved my life dude thank you!” He puts his hands on PJ’s shoulders, smiling like a damn idiot, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. God he was also feeling that strongly. This place was dangerous, they needed to leave. Not just now, yesterday otherwise they were gonna become some fags plaything.

“Don’t thank me yet, lets get out of here, and quick maybe hit up a bar. This is no place for alphas like us!” PJ puffs up his chest as he says this, trying to appear bigger, stronger, maybe even taller then his friend Theo. For someone smarter and with more use of their brain it wouldn’t have worked but PJ knew he was working with a himbo. Theo nodded, accepting his role as follower and willing to do whatever PJ said or did.

The boys were starting to walk away, their footfalls heavy and stride long, hell they were almost out of the backyard when the speakers came to life. Static filling the air making the soon to be captive audience stand still. PJ and Theo’s escape was halted and as PJ took deep shallow breaths all he could think from the slight feedback of the sound system was that the damn twink was going to play some fruity bull shit. So self absorbed and “mighty” he forgot that he and his friend had almost been converted by a gay magic frat president.

“Hello my party people, girls gays and theys I hope you are ready for a fun night and for all those who I didn’t address don’t worry I’ll get to you soon!” The DJ gives a quick hand signal before beginning his set. His mic turns off and a basic beat starts to play. Some of the audience is already getting into it, the PULSE of the base thrumming through the crowd. The electronic sound gets past everyone's ears and magically syncs with their brains as it makes it to where anyone within vicinity of the initial music will always hear it.

The boys, the alpha males they are, immediately feel something off, something faggy about this beat. With their initial experience with KOK’s Frat president being so fret with danger they quickened their pace. But no matter how far they got the music stayed the same volume. Same PULSING! They stopped in their tracks, trying to speak to each other but couldn’t hear each other underneath all this music. Their voices drowned out by synth that only PULSED louder, their hands racing up to cover their ears in vain

“Get ready for the RUSH!” The twink says as the actual song starts. Troye Sivan blaring in everyones ears, the gay frat members already dancing. Grinding against each other before Troye even gets to sing the first line

cock

I feel the rush

Addicted to your touch

PJ feels that PULSE again, now being carried by Troye Sivan’s silky voice, feeling a breath on his neck as his hips start to move against his will, perfectly in beat with the song. His hand leave his ears, his eyes are wide as his body has a mind of its own. His arms move down, his hands going underneath his shirt to feel up the muscle he worked so hard for. He cringes so hard, this isn’t how he moves, he’s not some flaming FAGG- PULSE PULSE PULSE- the word dies in his mind, losing most of its negative connotation. But still he doesn’t move like some fairy twink, hips going side to side, ass jiggling as much as it can when its tightly wrapped in denim.

Theo was experiencing something very similar, although where PJ was moving in place, hips swinging back and forth Theo found himself walking behind his best bro. His hands going to the side of PJ’s torso as they ran against the fabric. His crotch being rubbed against as his bro kept moving back forth almost grinding.

PJ was trying to tell him to stop but the words “Addicted to your touch” PULSED in his mind and he couldn’t help but feel excited, and thrilled. “Nothing Gay or faggy about me and bro dancing right… fuck no”

Big communication, tell me what you want

Theo’s voice starts to break through, groaning as his bro keeps stimulating his cock. His voice getting deeper, gruffer, he feel the PULSES raking through his body, his mind on fire. The thoughts the Frat Pres implanted earlier come back, louder, hornier but less specific. Less centered on serving Everett, more focused on men, all men. His mind is blurring as everything heats up, losing himself quickly to the sound. His lack of intellect is a terrible defense as he submits to the DJ’s Mix wicked desire. Giving in more and more to its superior horny gay music. Why think when you can dance?

“Fuck, clothes feel tight, bro… you.. Feel… good…take, clothes… off” he manages to get out. PJ is stunned. What the fuck, thats not his friends voice he thinks, and he def wouldn’t be telling him to disrobe infront of all these gay guys. No wya PJ would.. Fuck his hands were allready stripping his shirt off of him. Showing off his scruffy, built torso. His pectorals glistening underneath the party lights, his pelt of hair sweaty, arms flexing as they throw the shirt away. He feels his position changed, Theo’s arms on his shoulder as he thrusts back his muscular globes stressing the blue denim to their limits. God he loves when Theo touches him, the more contact he makes with Pj’s body, the better PJ feels.

Translate your vibration, let your body talk to me

Baby love, if you wanna show me what

You've been schemin' up, if you wanna (Let go)

Trust the simulation, don't you let it break

Every stimulation, promise I can take

What you wanna give? Boy, you better show me what

You've been schemin' up

PULSE

Both the boys feel the verse PULSE through them, PJ is trying to fight, his heart beating faster, unsure of how to escape this terrifying power. His friend obviously lost. He wills his legs to let him turn to face his friend. It takes all his strength but as he gets there. Instead of his friend's gorgeous boy next door looks, piercing eyes staring back at him, there is this glowing pink blur overtaking his features. It PULSES brighter and brighter till PJ has to close his eyes and realize nothing has changed right? His friend's once pale complexion was replaced with a perfect sunkissed tan, but that makes sense Theo loves working outside under the hot sun at the beach, he hasn’t been pale in years. His face is now covered in facial hair, it's always been that way though, Theo always has a full hot sexy…. Not sexy… not gay… SEXY BEARD. Cheekbones are so much higher, lips perfectly plump and nose strong and sturdy… WEVE ALWAYS WANTED TO FEEL HIS FACE PRESSED AGAINST OURS….. His eyes somehow were even more empty and dull, his brow bone extended further giving him this neanderthal look. His hair is hidden underneath his classic baseball cap he always has turned backwards… IT MAKES HIM LOOK SO MASC.

Theo’s hands find their way to the small of PJ’s back, before finally landing on his ass. Hands that start to blur just like his face did, fingers growing longer, thicker, palms becoming wider as they take up both cheeks. Fingers digging in becoming more possessive, hungry, the denim prison containing PJ’s best asset starts to unravel leaving him in his underwear allowing his best bro better access to his ass. PJ’s thick, delicious ass, always attracting the wrong attention PULSES, as if the thing infecting his friend, changing him is spreading with touch. He has to bite his lips, moans and groans fighting to escape from sheer pleasure. 

He feels his body betray him. He panics more, this heavy, hot pleasure from his bros touch is making him squirm, his hips now grinding his crotch into Theos. His cock is getting so hard, its leaking all eight inches of pure masculine, straight, virility now leaking pre as he's forced to grind against his fully clothed bro in his underwear. He should be horrified, screaming, throwing up but his face refuses to emote that, when he’s not biting his lip, he is smiling like a fool or his eyes are rolling in the back of his head. He can feel himself getting smaller, his inner voice, his consciousness getting drowned out by the music. Its louder then his thoughts, its just so easy to give in, to submit, to do what the music is saying.

You got my heartbeat racin'

My body blazin'

They both light up in pink gay horny magic, their bodies pulsing. Theo’s neck grows thicker to match his more masculine face. His shoulders start to broaden, his spine stretching as he grows taller. His pecs inflate as pounds of muscles pile on, fat melting from his body as his abs cobble themselves into a six pack and his waist trims out , the red shirt he’s wearing strains as his biceps BULGE and his triceps become perfect corded muscles that lead to his thick hands. He finds himself picking up PJ who stares in confusion, the last vestiges of himself witnessing his bro, the boy next door becoming an adonis before his eyes.

PJ’s heart starts beating faster, he feels this PULSING HEAT thrum through him, the pink glow on his skin, on his friends skin and the sudden growth and realizes just how fucked he is. It only gets worse as the PULSE gets hotter, his heart faster and he sees the pelt of hair, all of his body hair disintegrates. Years of lifting and hard work vanish as his body becomes slim, any excess fat from his torso, his face, his legs vanishes or redistributes as his ass becomes fatter, more round and bubblier. His voice, his moans become whinier as he’s slowly carried into the house. His face, once masculine in a privileged douchebag way, softens, his nose becomes button like, his brows perfectly manicured, his lips perfect dick sucking lips. His hair which had been short lengthens and styles itself perfect.

I feel the rush

PJ feels himself get thrown down onto a mattress face first, his body landing with his ass in his air. Like it just naturally knows its purpose.  PULSE He doesn’t know how quickly they found the room, or what's happening or what he’s doing. PULSE. PJ actually DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING. His mind starts to feel foggy, his eyes take on this pink tinge. The entire situation which had been so worrisome, so scary,. The loss of agency, him and his bro transforming, basically being naked was just… FUNNY. He couldn’t help but giggle.

He hears a belt being undone before it's tossed to the floor and a man raises a gruff voice. “Move your head here bitch!” he turns to see Theo his best BRO- FUCK BUDDY pointing to the edge of the bed, one hand unzipping his pants before letting his cock flop out. Commando was SOOOO HOT. PJ couldn’t help but listen, but thats cause PJ doesn’t think, PJ FOLLOWS PJ OBEYS.

Addicted to your touch

PJ moves his head to the edge of the bed, and feels his fuck buddy, his DOM TOP, his MASTER arrange his head so that his head is upside down on the bed, his jaw wide open. That below average cock theo has glorious, amazing leaking dick above him is glowing pink, just like PJ’s own monster- PATHETIC DICKLET. PJ needs to feel it in his mouth, in his throat he’s desperate for it. His throat feels so empty. The way it just wags back and forth teasing him as Theo’s balls are just out of reach of his nose and tongue is so unfair.

Oh, I feel the rush

“Are you gonna be a good boy and take all ten inches boy?” he asks PJ, Pj nods furiously, too dumb to talk when a dick is out. It makes his master laugh. PJ was such an idiot smetimes, good thing he had an idiot master to lead him around too.

It's so good, it's so good

When Theo finally does plunge his cock deep into PJ’s throat its like heaven the way it just glides in. the PULSE erasing PJ”s gag reflex. His throat horny, hungry, desperate to be filled that it flexes around the fuckstick.

I feel the rush

PJ’s eyes start to roll back, the pleasure so intense. Its everything he ever wanted. Sinking all the way until Theo’s balls are right on his nose, this deep masculine musk and sweat melting his mind as he rests there. Letting his fag adjust. 

Addicted to your touch

Untill he starts to slowly pull out till just the head of his cock is on the fag’s lips. PJ immediately starts to lick the head, his nose breathing for him as he catches his breath, he even tries to reach for more of his masters cock but feels him hold him back, one hand on his chest as he stops and lets him start the real fucking.

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

So good when we slow gravity, so good

It's so good, it's so good

Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good

It's so good, it's so good

Theo taking more control decides to slam back down into his twink, memories of fucking him senseless start to play in his mind. Of claiming this bitch freshman year, of rushing KOK together. Of taking him for dates, sharing him with the frat. Nights out after exams at the park, fucking on the beach. A full life replaces the old dreadful one as he starts seesawing into HIS FAGGOT’s EMPTY THROAT. He can feel the vibration of PJ’s moans on his dick. The way his boy loses control as he’s used and abused, god it gets him to close. But he doesn’t just want to cum in his throat, he pulls out with a plop. His cock slick with saliva, a trail following after he leaves. He motions for his boy, who looks so tired to flip over. He does so without any question, presenting his brief covered ass into the air, his back arching and face pressed against the strangers bed.

PJ’s Mind is on fire, memories of being some alpha male being burned to ash as the center of his world becomes servicing and pleasing cocks. Falling head over heels for the most masculine man he had been roomed with freshmen year. Sneaking into that man’s bed late at night, pulling off the covers and taking slow licks along his shaft, daring him to wake up with every single one. The way his lips felt wrapped around that shaft, how much better it felt when he felt Theo’s hand firmly grasp his head and shove it all the way down to the hilt. How it felt when he first fucked PJ’s bussy.

Pass your boy the heatwave

, recreate the sun

Take me to the feeling

, boy, you know the one

Kiss it when you're done, man, this shit is so much fun

Pocket rocket

 gun

Theo Tears PJ’s briefs into two. Split right down the middle, the fabric already weak from holding back the biggest thing on the thin twink’s body, his ass. He doesn’t waste any time does he? No Theo spreads those cheeks, looking at that beautiful, still tight pink hole, it was winking, PULSING at him, begging to be played, he started to lean forward. The bristle of his beard already tickling the twink, making him giggle and moan with anticipation.

We finally manage

You got my heartbeat (Heartbeat) racin' (Racin')

My body blazin'

I feel the rush

Addicted to your touch

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

I feel the rush

PJ could feel that emptiness that was in his throat start to grow in his hole, he was moaning and groaning hands finding their way to his own ass as he spread it further, thrusting back right onto Theo’s Face. His lips and tongue making contact as another PULSE rang through them. Theo and PJ felt that same addictive rush, the need to feel eachother this same way again. Theo Taking long, sensual licks around PJ’s hole before spearing it slightly with his tongue. PJ’s hands grabbing the back of Theo’s head to get him to do more, to hurry as his ate was eaten. It went on for minutes but it felt like lifetimes, to both men, heaven as Theo kept Pj right on the edge like a good dom top should, PJ’s pathetic dicklet just a constant stream of pre. Even though the bottom wanted more, deeper, harder he now craved the feeling of theo’s beard on his cheeks and tongue deep in his hole.

Addicted to your touch

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

Theo eventually pulled away, both boys saddened to leave their new favorite activity, but Theo knew they were both too close and he needed to feel that tight hole wrapped around his dick. He grabbed onto both hips, his twink whimpering begging, mind fully numbed, eyes glassy forever with a pink twinge and smiled. Before thrusting all the way in. They were both prepped, they were both lubed and PJ was so loose from all the foreplay that all ten inches of monster cock slid right through him. But Theo wasn’t satisfied with one thrust who would be.

So good when we slow gravity, so good

It's so good, it's so good

Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good

It's so good, it's so good

It's so good, it's so good

It's so good, it's so good

With the tightest grip he ever had, he start see sawing into his boy’s hole. Pressing deep against his prostate, crushing it. Thrust after thrust, powerfucking his boy, his hole, his fag he could feel his balls tightening, he could feel his boy losing control. Both of their former lives just cum waiting to be fired, they let go. Load after load firing from both of them till they collapsed in bed together. Theo on top of Pj, as they always would, the strong dom top’s arms around his lithe twinks body. Keeping him warm and protected through the night.