My Love For Men Is Unmatched

[jakegain]

it still fits, right?

[salmonskinrolltf]

Write something triggering based on being hacked and installing the goon virus from bro to bro. Each of their transformations are different, a reflection of their deepest inner desires.

[This Quick and Dirty story was written by a human (me) based on a prompt that was previously sent to generative AI. I wrote it in one uninterrupted stream-of-consciousness flow with a hard time limit of 20 minutes. It is not perfect. No edits have been made, except to correct typos. Feel free to use my asks to send me more prompts!

For this one, I think I took a real left turn from the actual prompt, so I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, anon! Oh, and thank you to @dumberswitch for providing the third image. (He has brought it to my attention that the man in said image is Australian, not English, which is actually quite obvious, but y’all, I only had 20 minutes 😵 please roll with it)]

Clayton was hanging out with his three best friends, who had just helped him move into his new apartment. They had all met the year before, during their freshman year of college, and they had bonded quickly over a shared taste in women, movies, sports, and well… everything.

They were relaxing after a tiring day, but Clayton could feel their palpable boredom, so he decided to come up with something fun to do.

“How about we each go around and say something we’re thankful for?” he asked.

Roderick sighed and said, “I’ll bite,” lowering the speed on his exercise bike so he could speak more easily. “I’m thankful I never gained the freshman 15.”

“I’m thankful for England,” said Chris, who was lying on the bed re-reading a Douglas Adams book and not really paying attention.

“I’m thankful for my pickup truck,” said John, who was peering out the window making sure his new truck was still there. It had just proven its usefulness in helping Clayton move all of his shit.

“And I’m thankful for my friends,” said Clayton. “Thanks again for helping me out today. I really owe you one.”

“Well, that was fun” said John, sarcastically. “Now what?”

Clayton racked his brains. “Oh! Why don’t I download that new app everyone’s been trying out!”

“Goonr?” asked Roderick. “The joke one that tells you your gooning style or whatever? I don’t really get it.”

“My friend Des tried it and he really got a kick out of it,” said Clayton, shrugging.

“Des is a perv,” said Chris. “But sure, why the hell not?”

Within minutes, the app was downloaded on Clayton’s phone and they all huddled around it. The loading icon finally cleared and what was revealed were the words “Friends.”

“Is that it?” asked John.

Clayton shrugged. “Guess so. At least it was free.”

Suddenly, all three of his friends’ phones pinged. They opened them to find that the Goonr app had spontaneously downloaded itself onto all of their phones.

“Is this some sort of promotion?” asked Chris. “Like that shitty U2 album that Apple put on everybody’s phones?”

One by one, the loading icons cleared. 
Roderick’s phone said “Fitness.”

Chris’ phone said “England.”

And John’s phone said “Truck.”

Simultaneously, all of their phones starting glowing white, momentarily blinding them all. When Roderick’s eyes cleared, he found that he was still sitting on the bike, blinking dazedly. “What the…” he said, before catching sight of himself in the mirror on the wall in front of him.

“Damn, I’m looking yoked,” he said, appreciatively.

He flexed his bicep. It looked big. He flexed his other bicep. It looked… bigger. Were they mismatched? He frowned and flexed the other one again. OK, it must have been a trick of the light. It bulged out properly, matching the other one.

He felt his dick stiffen in his pants. Fuck, was he making himself hard? That was embarrassing. But he was hot… He flexed his quads. Bam, bam! They bulged and grew. Fuck… He was such a stud. He lifted his shirt, admiring the six-pack abs that were bulging and growing from his flat stomach.

His dick got harder and harder. It felt like it was practically squirming. He touched it and his mind went white.

Chris’ eyes cleared next. The first thing he saw was his friend Roddy, feverishly pumping his meat while rubbing his abs and pedaling on the exercise bike. His hair looked a bit disheveled, and he had a short beard, as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days. Chris was about to panic when his attention was caught by his book, still lying open on the bed. He loved Douglas Adams so much. He loved everything English.

English literature, English culture, English food. English rugby. English beer. English girls. He even dressed English. He looked down to see his grey clothes shimmering and becoming bright yellow rugby kit.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell mate, what’s going on?” he asked. Hell, he even sounded English. Just hearing his voice turned him on so fucking much. He pulled down his shorts and started rubbing his cock, thinking about his favorite Page 3 models.

John’s eyes cleared next, revealing Roddy whacking off (again? He never stopped) and John lying on the bed, grinning.

He winked at John and pulled out his cock, beginning to wank himself off. His eyes crossed with sheer pleasure.

John averted his gaze, looking outside to see his truck. His pristine new truck, with that lovely moon roof and those Truck Nuts and all the mud on the bottom and the dents and… John felt dizzy. Was it dirtier than it was supposed to be? Was he dirtier than he was supposed to be? His hair suddenly felt greasy, as it began to lengthen and slide down his neck. He jammed his trucker cap over it to keep it contained, just as his trash stash grew in on his upper lip, nice and thick. He looked back out at his truck and thought about all the country babes he had wanted to plow out in the cornfield when he was growing up in Arkansas. His cock got hard in his pants. Would anybody mind if he…

Clayton’s eyes finally cleared, and he could see his friends. There was Roddy, feeling himself up. Pre-cum beaded at the tip of his red cock as his other hand furiously slid up and down his shaft.

There was Chris, going “oi” and “bruv” every few seconds as his spit-slick hand wanked his member. There was Jonno, shirtless (as usual) and sticking his tongue out as he beat his meat furiously.

God, they were all so hot. His friends, jerking their hogs, not a care in the world. This was all he wanted to see, all he wanted to think about, ever.

So that’s what he did. He stopped thinking about the job interview he had in the morning, or what he wanted to get for dinner, or even the fact that none of the four of them had looked quite like this a few minutes ago. All he could think about was his masturbating friends. He wanted to join them so bad. He whipped off his clothes, leaned over on the desk, and started going to town on himself, drooling as he stared intensely at the three hunks beating their meat in front of him. God, he was so thankful for his friends.

[musclechubbwill]

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[jockbrojack]

The Spiral Roommate

Zac and Jake had been roommates since freshman year. Zac was the classic average guy—glasses, graphic tees, buried in textbooks and video games. Jake had always been the athlete: tall, solid from football, decent grades, and easy to hang with. They played Madden, ordered pizza, and bitched about classes like normal bros.

But over the last few months, Jake changed.

He started disappearing into the campus gym for hours, coming back bigger every week—shoulders stretching his shirts, veins popping on his arms, abs cutting through his skin. He barely talked anymore. Headphones glued to his ears, eyes locked on his phone, scrolling mindlessly. When Zac tried to joke around, Jake would just grunt or stare right through him like he wasn’t even there.

Zac watched his friend shrink inside that growing body. Jake used to be sharp, funny, quick with sarcasm. Now he sounded slower, simpler. His vocabulary shrank to “bro,” “gainz,” and “whatever Coach says.” He was losing himself, and Zac was worried.

One Thursday night, Zac finally had enough.

“Jake, dude… we need to talk.”

Jake was sprawled on his bed in just compression shorts, massive chest rising and falling, sweat still glistening from another marathon lifting session. He pulled one earbud out. “What’s up, bro?”

“You’re different, man. All you do is lift, stare at your phone, and zone out. You’re getting huge, yeah, but… you’re not you anymore. You’re getting dumber or something. I’m legit worried.”

Jake stared at him for a second, then broke into a slow, cocky grin. “Knew this day was coming. Coach said you’d notice eventually.”

“Coach? What the hell are you talking about?”

Jake reached into his gym bag and pulled out a second pair of oversized headphones and his phone. The screen was already glowing with a black-and-white spiral, spinning slowly, pulsing.

“Time for you to get it, bro.”

Before Zac could react, Jake moved—fast for how big he’d gotten. He clamped the headphones over Zac’s ears. The spiral filled the phone screen and Jake hit play.

At first, Zac laughed nervously. “Dude, this is so fucking weird. Take this shit off—”

The spiral locked in.

It pulled.

Deep, rhythmic pulsing. A low voice layered under the swirling pattern—smooth, commanding, impossible to ignore.

Relax… let it in… bigger is better… Coach knows best… obedience feels good… so fucking good…

Zac tried to yank the headphones off. His hands felt heavy. The spiral spun faster. His thoughts started sliding, melting, dripping away. Resistance turned into warmth. Warmth turned into pleasure. His eyes glazed. His mouth fell open a little.

Hours blurred.

When the video finally ended, Zac blinked slowly. His glasses were fogged. His brain felt… quieter. Nicer. Empty in the best way.

Jake grinned down at him. “Welcome to the team, bro.”

The next morning Zac woke up horny and restless. He skipped his usual coffee and study session and went straight to the gym. The pump felt incredible. By the end of the week he’d downloaded the spiral app. He wore headphones constantly—walking to class, eating, even sleeping. The voice in his head got louder: Lift. Grow. Obey Coach. Dumb feels good. Horny feels better.

He tried out for the basketball team. Coach took one look at him, smirked, and welcomed him with a firm slap on the back.

“Another one. Good boy.”

Two months later, no one would have recognized Zac.

He was huge. Thick slabs of muscle packed onto his once-average frame. Chest like plates, arms straining every sleeve, quads stretching his shorts. He’d ditched the glasses. His hair was longer and messier. A shiny gold chain with a cross rested between his pecs. He wore a red cap backwards, Nike Pro shorts slung low, and he was always shirtless or close to it, showing off the new body like it was the only thing that mattered.

He talked slower now, deeper, every sentence ending in “bro.”

“Yo… just hit a sick chest pump, bro. Feels so fuckin’ good…”

The spiral lived on his phone. He watched it every single day. Multiple times. The more he watched, the dumber he got—and the hornier. Obedience sent warm waves of pleasure straight to his cock. Coach’s voice in the recordings made him leak in his shorts.

He was a perfect, cookie-cutter dumb jock bro now. Exactly like Jake. Exactly like the rest of the team.

Zac didn’t care. He couldn’t care. The hypnosis was too deep, too permanent. He was too stupid to remember who he used to be, and way too horny to ever want to go back.

He stood in front of the gym mirror one night, shirt pulled up, phone held up taking a selfie, red cap on backwards, muscles pumped and glistening. He grinned that vacant, blissful jock smile.

“Coach knows best, bro…”

Obedience brought pleasure.

And Zac was addicted forever.

[immortalmrwavell]

The Dadpocalypse

Nobody knew how it started.

Patriarchulenza had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. One day everything was normal until suddenly people began to change all across the globe. It started with a handful of cases in lots of different countries at once. Those cases then multiplied at a rate that was impossible to contain.

Scientists got to work on a cure almost immediately. Only this virus was unlike anything that’d ever been seen before. It didn’t kill those that it infected nor did it hurt them. Instead… it changed them. Not into monsters or the undead or anything else like that. It turned them into something seemingly harmless. It turned them into dads.

There were multiple strains of Patriarchulenza. One would turn the infected into a handsome silver fox while another would always transform its victims into huge burly bears. There were so many different strains that it was impossible to account for them all. Yet there was one thing they all had in common. It didn’t matter whether they were a young college jock or an elderly man, every single person infected would gradually transform into a middle aged man of some description. Even women would have their gender completely flipped to become older men. A lot of men who were already middle aged looked the part physically but that didn’t stop their minds from being taken over as well. Nobody was safe.

Worse yet, Patriarchulenza didn’t stop at just physical changes. As their bodies morphed, the infected would have their minds invaded as well. They would find themselves being forced to think more and more “dad-like”. Some would suddenly start talking about cars and fishing. Others wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about football and beer. And some unlucky few couldn’t stop themselves from making endless amounts of dad jokes. Most tried their best to resist but sooner or later they would completely forget who they used to be.

During the first month the Dad’s were relentless. It was this time that they acted the most like zombies as the infected tried desperately to spread the virus in any way that they could. Saliva was the most common method. The mass majority of infections were caused by Dad’s kissing anyone they could get their hands on. It didn’t have to be on the lips either. It could be on the cheek or the hand. Anywhere. As long as their saliva touched a new host, the virus would be transferred. This resulted in many people getting wrapped up in strong bear hugs so they were unable to escape an onslaught of kisses.

But it didn’t stop there. Upon being transformed by Patriarchulenza, the dads would develop the ability to secrete a potent aphrodisiac from their skin. It was so powerful that it was nearly impossible to resist. This meant that anyone who got too close to an infected dad would find themselves easily seduced. Even the straightest of men couldn’t fight it for long, especially if they were wrapped up in one of the aforementioned bear hugs.

It became a common sight to see individuals who’d been captured by the growing army of transformed dads fall prey to their seduction. Giving into the kisses and making out with one of the many father figures as they allowed for the virus to enter their bodies and begin changing them. All reason melted away as they were taken over by pure lust. More often than not this would end in a lewd scene of them fucked hard and deep by dad dick. Whether it be bent over a car, up against an alley wall or on the floor of an abandoned supermarket etc. And naturally every infected dad had enhanced stamina and heavy balls that would flood any hole. Doing so would speed up the transformation exponentially. It wasn’t clear how but it was theorised that dad cum was so densely packed with the Patriarchulenza virus that it was capable of accelerating dadification process.

It was chaos. Sex hungry dad zombies everywhere. And no matter how much the people fought back, they were eventually overrun. Even the heavily armed bases that should’ve stood strong amongst it all collapsed faster than anyone could’ve anticipated. The virus and the dads it controlled were smarter than they appeared. They found ways to infiltrate. One base fell due to only one man who’d unknowingly been infected by a single drop of saliva. The virus stayed hidden inside his body until he was safely inside the walls. It only began to take him over during the night where he woke up mid transformation feeling compelled to infect the others.

It was, by all means, an apocalypse. Granted it wasn’t the kind of apocalypse anyone had foreseen. Most imagined that if there was ever an apocalyptic event it would be a meteor strike or aliens. Not… whatever the hell this was.

However, as the scales tipped and the majority of earth’s population fell prey to Patriarchulenza, something began to change. The dads became more docile. They didn’t hunt as much for new people to infect. Instead they started to act… normal? The survivors would watch from the shadows as the new species of dads started to recreate civilisation for themselves. They started to clean up the mess the outbreak had caused. They started to work jobs. They started to grow food. Fishing was a big one. They even got electricity up and running again. It was almost as if they’d become regular people again. Only they were more efficient. Always working hard and together. Never arguing. Just laughing and joking like typical dads while drinking beer and whiskey together.

In reality all those infected by the virus now acted somewhat like a hivemind. They all seemed connected in a way. As if they talk to one another with a simple glance. It’s part of what made them so effective in the early days of the outbreak. Sharing knowledge with each other and moving in herds half the time. But since rebooting their own version of society, they all seemed to have their own unique qualities and personalities that made them seem ordinary people again. Only better. Peaceful and united. So much so that they were even able to trick a few survivors into coming out of hiding before absorbing them into the ranks as well.

Nowadays the earth seems like a better place. Over 95% of the human population had been dad-ified and they’d turned the planet into what seemed like a utopia. Handsome older men everywhere you turned. All of them looked so happy and loving towards one another. Kissing and holding hands. It only made sense that Pariarchulenza had also turned them all into raging homosexuals as well beyond their simple desire to spread the virus. Most of them seemed to have been quick to choose a lover in one of the other dads. It was practically gay paradise.

Yet, despite it all, the dwindling number of survivors continued to resist. Fighting against the ever growing odds to keep their bodies and individuality. But it would always be a losing battle…

———

A year after the outbreak began

Wren was one of the few people left on the planet who’d managed to avoid exposure to the virus. He was a man in his late twenties who’d worked an ordinary job in retail before the breakout. But that life seemed like a distant memory. So much had changed and now Wren found himself leading a small team of scavengers. Hunting for food and supplies to bring back to their group of survivors at a hidden location.

It was late at night meaning the streets were quiet. Those transformed dads might’ve become an intelligent hivemind but they still needed to sleep. So Wren and his two scavenger teammates, Galen and Hannah, moved through the dark as quietly as possible.

Hannah was a woman around the same age as Wren. In her old life she was an intern doctor which made her an invaluable asset to their group. So much so that she really had to fight for them to allow her on these risky expeditions. Galen on the other hand was the youngest of the three but by far the most intelligent which made him perfect for devising plans and running statistics on their expeditions. That left Wren as the muscle seeing as he was the biggest.

They sculled around corners and moved through the shadows as they took every precaution just to be safe. Galen had memorised the town map thanks to his photographic memory and was easily able to point them in the right direction until they found what they were looking for. A supply warehouse near the town centre.

It was a plain building and easy to miss but Galen assured Wren and Hannah they were at the right place. Hannah immediately got to work on cutting the power supply to shut down any alarms before Wren cut through the locks and chains that kept the main gate shut so the three of them could sneak inside. Breaking and entering wasn’t as hard as it used to be. After all, the dads all worked as one. All connected and peaceful towards each other. If it were just them, they wouldn’t need security at all. They only kept up minimal levels because of survivors like Wren.

Once inside the trio began searching through shelves upon shelves of boxes.

“Grab as much as you can. Every little bit counts.” Wren said in a hushed voice as he started stuffing cans of tinned food into his backpack. Galen was on bottled water duty while Hannah hunted for any kind of medicine she could find.

Wren had to take a moment to thank the heavens that Patriarchulenza couldn’t survive for long outside of a human body. It was something they learned in the early days of the breakout. Had that not been the case then all the dads could’ve contaminated all the food and water by now. After all, they were the ones running the factories now.

Hannah grumbled in annoyance. “Not finding much in the way of medicine.” It’d been a long shot on that front anyway. “It might just be food and drink.”

“Ehhh that’s about what we expected anyway.” Galen sighed. “Check the back. If there’s nothing then we can always try and hit the pharmacy a few blocks down.”

Wren watched as Hannah headed towards the door at the back and disappeared through it. He wasn’t sure why but he felt anxious. More so than usual. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Like this had all been a bit too easy so far. Normally they’d have to sneak past at least one or two infected dads just to breach town lines. But tonight? They’d gotten all the way to the centre of town without having seen a single older man patrolling the area.

“Hey Galen. Have you seen anyone besides the three of us since we got to this town?” Wren whispered.

“No… I don’t think so. I was just thinking about that actually.” Galen grabbed another water bottle before stuffing it into his own backpack. “It’s an anomaly for sure. I don’t think I’ve seen a town where they don’t have at least a handful of night watchmen.”

Wren furrowed his brow as he looked down at one of cans of soup he’d picked up. It was a brand he knew but the packaging had been changed to show a burly father with a thick beard instead of the petite woman it’d once been. “I don’t like it. We shouldn’t hang around for long.”

Just as the two men returned to filling their backpacks, they heard a muffled scream coming from the back followed by a few loud thuds. Hannah. Wren didn’t waste a single second. He told Galen to stay and keep a lookout before running towards the door leading to the back storage.

Moments later Wren burst through the door, head whipping around in search of Hannah. He saw her bag on the floor first, abandoned. Then just a few steps away he saw her, wrapped up in the bulky arms of a middle aged bodybuilder. It was too late. The natural aphrodisiac mixed with hulking father’s sweat had overpowered any sense of reason in her mind as she allowed him to press his lips against hers. She was infected and soon she’d be one of them.

They broke their kiss just long enough for the hunky dad to try and tempt Wren. “Come and join us, boy. Your friend here is loving it already.” He said with a malicious grin.

“Fuck Fuck FUCK!” Wren shouted as he turned on heel and ran back through the door as fast as he could. It pained him to leave Hannah behind but there was nothing he could do for her now. Even if he managed to rip her away and break her out of that lust-fuelled haze, the virus was already in her system. No matter what they did, she’d be fully transformed in a few days at the most.

Wren burst back into the main warehouse, startling Galen half to death. “ONE OF THEM IS THE BACK! HE GOT HANNAH! WE NEED TO GO NOW!” He didn’t even stop to think why one of them had been hiding in the back at this time of night, only that they needed to escape as quickly as possible.

“H-Hannah’s infected!?” Galen wheezed in disbelief. “Oh god. If one of them knows then they all know! Did they set this up? Was it a trap?!? I-I should’ve—” His panicked rambling was swiftly cut off as Wren grabbed his arm.

“We don’t have time for blame!” Wren grunted as he began dragging them both towards the exit. “Trap or not, we need to get out of here NOW!” He knew there wasn’t a second to spare. Like Galen had said, if one of the dads knew then he would’ve broadcast their location to the entire town by now. In a few minutes this place would be swarming.

The two men crashed through the front entrance but immediately stopped dead in their tracks. A least a dozen or more dads stood blocking the outer gate where they’d broken in. All of them were smiling in a way that seemed almost kind. Like they were genuinely happy to be given the opportunity to create more perfect daddies like them. But they couldn’t have gotten here this fast. Not that many of them anyway. That could only mean it was a trap from the beginning.

Wren and Galen turned and looked for another way to escape but the fences were too high on all sides. The only thing they could do was turn and barricade themselves inside the warehouse again in the hopes there was another way out from inside. Wren had seen an exit door through the back of the warehouse where Hannah had been. He wasn’t sure they’d make it past the beefy dad back there without getting infected but there wasn’t any other way out. It was their only chance.

Unfortunately they were already too late. When Wren and Galen ran into back storage, behind Hannah and the dad that’d caught her, more dads were already piling in through the exit door. The pair immediately spun around and instead headed for the only safe place they could see. The fridge.

They dashed inside and shut the door behind them. Wren was quick to block the handle from the inside so that it couldn’t be opened, trapping them in the cold surrounded by refrigerated goods.

It wasn’t long before the dads were outside the door. They knocked. Not aggressively. If anything it was polite. But of course Wren and Galen didn’t answer. So instead the dads began to talk to them from the other side.

“There’s no need to be afraid of us boys. We’re not going to hurt you. You know that. We just want to make you better.” One of them cooed softly in a gruff voice. “You don’t have to run and hide. You can be part of us. And we will love you just as we love each other.” They continued in a way that sounded sincere and genuine.

Wren tried desperately to think of a new plan. They had enough food in here to survive for a long while so there was plenty of time to think of something. He just had to believe there was a way to get out of this. But while he was analysing everything at their disposal, Galen was already starting to spiral. He was smart enough to know that their chances of getting out of here without infection were slim to none no matter how much Wren tried to hold out hope. As such he started to spiral while they shivered in the cold.

Hours passed and the dads never left. They stayed outside. Talking to them occasionally about how much better they’ll feel once they accept their fates. Wren refused to listen but their words slowly crept into Galen's mind. Until eventually… he made up his mind.

Galen waited until Wren had fallen asleep after hours of exhaustion mixed with adrenaline caught up with them. He felt a pang of guilt run over what he was about to do to them both but he’d convinced himself it was for the best. Anything was better than dying a warehouse fridge of all places. So he got up as quietly as possible and made his way towards the door. There took a deep breath before unblocking the handle and opening up the fridge.

Outside there were half a dozen dads that’d stayed. They all smiled at Galen warmly. The biggest of them, a massive bear of a man that dwarfed the brainy young man with his hairy frame, stepped forward with open arms.

“You’re making the right choice son. For yourself and your friend.” The bear reassured himself before squeezing Galen into the tightest hug of his life. Squashing the man against that enormous barrel chest as Galen’s senses began to flood with the same aphrodisiac that’d taken over Hannah. “Welcome home.” Was the last thing the bear said before crashing his lips against Galen’s and infecting him with Partiachulenza.

When Wren woke up it was already far too late. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by dads. He jumped up in a panic but they grabbed his arms before he could do anything. He could already feel himself become hazed with lust at being so close to them but that didn’t stop him from trying to resist and pull away. That was until his eyes rested on the sight of Galen, just outside the fridge door, on his knees and sucking the cock of the burly bear that’d seduced him. His lips glided back and forth on that thick shaft with nothing but ecstasy in his eyes. All the while that huge goliath of a daddy chuckled and groaned.

Wren’s mind twisted. He’d lost Hannah. Now he’d lost Galen. There was no way out of this. The realisation hit him like a truck. So much so that his will to fight back evaporated as the lust in his core grew stronger. The moment he stopped struggling, the other dads started planting kisses all over Wren’s neck and face until his mind and spirit were forced into submission.

———

It was daylight by the time all three scavengers had been caught. They were gently guided out of the warehouse by the daddies that’d caught them. As they were walked down the street, applause erupted from the other townsdads who were delighted to see new members that were about to be absorbed into their flock. It continued all the way up to their destination. The town hall.

Wren, Galen and Hannah were taken inside the town hall where their conversion to dadhood would be completed. Now that they had Patriarchulenza flowing through their veins, it was only a matter of time before they all transformed. But time was of the essence. They needed to add these three to the hivemind quickly so they could learn where they’ve been hiding out. That way the dads could catch any other potential survivors before they have a chance to run.

But as everyone knew, there was only one way to speed up the transformation. Another dad had to drain their load deep inside an infected human. Nobody was exactly sure how it worked but something about the cum being incredibly rich and potent with the virus never failed to hurry along any transformation.

The three soon to be dads were all escorted into what used to be the mayor's office. But they had no use for mayors or politicians in their new society so the office was turned into a miniature sex parlour. It was filled with comfy beds and an array sex toys ranging from vanilla to extremely kinky. Although the hivemind was connected through consciousness, the individual brains of dads still had their own individual desires too when it came to sex. The only thing that’s been scrubbed completely was any trace of heterosexuality as it no longer served any purpose in a world composed solely of men.

They were all taken in by one dad each. Specifically, the dad that’d initially infected them. Hannah was taken by the muscle daddy. Galen was taken by the hairy bear. Wren was taken by a clean cut gentleman whose lips had been the first to touch his skin. All of them possessing a different strain of the virus that’s now been passed on to these new hosts.

Each pair chose a bed before stripping down. The dads removed their own clothes first before ripping away the clothes of their newest members. Galen was tossed onto a mattress first, followed by Hannah and finally Wren where all three of them were compelled to present their asses. And so, it began.

An orchestra of moans began to spill from what was once the mayor's office. Wren had his face pressed down against the sheets under the hand of the dapper daddy that was drilling him from behind. Galen was being crushed under the weight of the bear whose hairy stomach pressed against his back while that thick cock stretched Galen’s hole. Meanwhile the muscle daddy fucking Hannah was having a slightly harder time getting into it all. He was gay after all and she still looked mostly female. But the thought of who she would soon become allowed him to forge on. As soon as her ass was filled with his seed, she’d become a huge hulking man just like he was and it would be glorious.

They all flipped into various different positions while the endless sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled their ears. Huge dad dicks plunging in and out of their newest mates and soon to be fellow fatherly citizens. They didn’t have much need for the kinkier objects around the room. Not for this anyway. A process like this warranted pure undiluted love making. And as the first few drops of precum began to spill inside the newly infected, their bodies began to prepare themselves for what was to come.

Despite being the last of the three to be infected with Patriarchulenza, it seemed Wren would be the first to complete his mutation towards the dad side. The suave gentleman who’d taken him began to grunt louder as his thrusts began to falter. Wren could only bite his lip through the lust that blurred his better judgement as dick inside him started to spasm. Next thing he knew, his ass was flooded with cum. When it happened, Wren felt a split second of clarity wash over him. His eyes filled with fear momentarily as he realised what had happened. Before he could say or do anything however, his body began to morph at a rapid rate.

Immediately Wren’s muscles began to dwindle. He’d always been one of the strongest men in their group with thick arms and a broad chest but now most of the muscle he’d built shrank away in favour of a leaner frame. After all, he’d received the gentleman strain of the virus and there was no need for a gentleman to have all that bulk. The part of him that didn’t shrink was his backside. Instead it grew slightly into a more rounded bubble butt, as was required of all dads. Cheeks that would no doubt stretch the behind of whatever designer pants he wore once all this was over.

He could already feel his age increasing. He couldn’t see it but he could sense it in his bones. And he was right. While his muscles faded, his body had already aged by several years, pushing him into his mid-thirties. With it a few small streaks of silver hair started to appear on his head and in his beard. Some faint wrinkles began to etch into his skin. His hairline had even started to recede a little. But all of it happened with a certain level of grace. Even as his hands aged, they remained smooth while obtaining an elegant freshly manicured look.

As Wren entered his forties, his hairstyle seemed to change. It’d been messy before with unkempt curls and a beard that was in dire need of a trim. But now the hair on his hair seemed to shorten towards a cut that was sophisticated. His beard followed the same example as it receded to the length of thick stubble that neatly coated his jaw. Even his body hair somehow looked neater and more symmetrical across his older form.

The physical changes finally slowed down as he hit his mid to late forties but it wasn’t over. A tsunami of mental changes crashed over his mind all at once, forcing him to forget about his old life as any memories of the man he once were wiped out. In their place his head was filled with all the same dadaganda that all the other infected shared. With it a newfound affinity for suits and high end fashion that verged on sexual embedded itself deep into his brain alongside a longing to be forever unionised with his fellow dads. He gained an affinity for sports as all dads did but naturally he leaned towards the more gentlemanly kind such as Golf and Tennis. And along with all the other changes that reshaped his mind, his desires became solely homoerotic.

Wren jerked and shuddered against the bed sheet as his transformation came to an end. Having been completely dadified, his newly moulded consciousness found itself connecting with the hivemind at last. It was euphoric. It was a sense of belonging like no other. Once he’d settled, the other dads would set him up nicely with fresh new clothes and a place to stay.

By the time Wren was finished, the heavy bear that’d been drilling Galen’s ass was getting ready to blow as well. Those huge nuts slapping against Galen’s taint until they tightened up at last, pumping that potent sperm up before launching it from his cock and splattering nerdy young man’s insides with his seed. And off Galen went.

His transformation was very different to Wren’s. With the bear strain of the virus in his system, it was to be expected. That couldn’t have been more clear when his body began to enlarge at a rapid rate. His arms, legs, chest and back were all ballooning with a mix of fat and muscle. Even his cock seemed to grow like the rest of him. Getting fatter and longer while his balls grew heftier. Galen could feel himself getting stronger with every passing second while the bed creaked under his increasing weight. All his life he’d been scrawny but now, as his belly began to wobble with newfound mass, that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

There was one physical change however that Galen and Wren shared identically. The aging process. He’d been the youngest of the three so he had a few extra years to climb but it wouldn’t take long. As he aged through his twenties and climbed towards his thirties however, the lines of age didn’t seem as visible at first thanks to the growing fat around his face helping to round it out. All the while his hands became rougher with visible wear as they thickened into beefy mittens that’d looked as though they’d seen decades of labour. Only becoming rougher and more masculine as the years piled onto his age.

He reached middle age soon enough. His body had already swollen to three times its former size. His pecs sagging with fat. Thighs so thick that they couldn’t help but touch. Not to mention his fat bear ass jiggled helplessly behind him. But it was far from over as thick layers of body hair began to sprout from all over. Spread down his legs and over his forearms. Coating his bubbly ass and pudgy stomach. But most of all covering his chest in a dense forest of manly fur. As it happened his nipples seemed to firm up as well, growing ever so slightly as they increased in sensitivity. Meanwhile the messy mop of hair he’d kept since the outbreak began receded all the way back into a tight crew cut followed by his patchy facial hair becoming a permanent five o’clock shadow.

And then came brain washing. The virus flooded his mind just as it had with Wren and began to pluck out everything that it deemed unnecessary. Detaching Galen from his former life completely before installing new wants, needs and goals into his brain. Forcing him to think like a dad just as the rest of them did. Forging newfound obsessions with fishing and american football that he couldn’t wait to indulge in. Filling his memory bank with endless amounts of dad jokes. Implanting an irresistible urge to eat enough food to keep him fat while working out enough to keep him strong. And of course we can’t forget an insatiable desire for cock.

As his transformation came to a close, Galen’s consciousness started to connect to the hivemind as well causing his body to convulse. It seemed much more violent than it had with Wren but it was different for everyone. Despite that he moaned through it, practically humping the mattress in pleasure while cum still dripped from his enormous hairy ass.

There was only one left now. Hannah. She was the first infected but the last to be completed it would seem. Though that was no fault of her own. The muscle daddy fucking her was still struggling a little due to his innate homosexual nature which led to the other two dads teasing him a little, having both finished with Wren and Galen. But eventually he crossed the finish line. The stimulation was there all the same and in the end it was enough for him to spill his load so that Hannah could become just like him.

Hannah’s transformation was bound to be the most dramatic of the three. Afterall, she didn’t just receive the bodybuilder strain of the virus. She was a woman! Though not for much longer. From the moment she felt the cum splash inside of her hole, the shape of her body began to change. The feminine frame she adorned morphed towards a more androgynous shape. The bones beneath her skin started reshaping themselves and their positions in a gnarly fashion as her skeletal structure reconfigured for a shape that was much more masculine. Her muscle and tissue followed the same example as they coiled around that new structure in a way that was uniquely male. And of course she started to grow older in the process but the aging was greatly overshadowed by the way her features began to change. Her eyes became more deep set as her brow grew more pronounced. Her nose broadened while her jaw widened. Those softer feminine looks Hannah once owned reforged into a manly visage that continued to age by the second.

Before long her breasts had disappeared completely in favour of a flat unassuming chest. The only part left that gave her original sex was the female anatomy between her legs. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long. As Hannah found herself gaining into her forties already, she felt a hot pulsing in her core. Her uterus and ovaries twisted and morphed inside of her while her clitoris began to grow into the tip of what would soon be a hefty dad cock. As it grew, a sack containing a brand new pair of testicles descended between her legs. Her new genitals swung back and forth, still growing as she moaned until she had a fully formed dick and balls to match the rest of her body.

By this point she’d already gone through so much but there was plenty more to come. Her age settled down at last, leaving the majority of her hair silver. And speaking of hair, those long locks that’d once cascaded down her back quickly receded into a much shorter men’s cut. And of course her hairline receded with it as was expected with most dads but to top it all off a bald patch appeared right atop her head. The kind you wouldn’t be able to see unless you were looking directly down onto it. And if that wasn’t enough, her upper lip began to twitch moments before a thick silver stache sprouted above it followed by some stubble to decorate her new jaw.

There was a brief pause before suddenly Hannah let out a long drawn out moan as her muscles began to engorge at an unbelievable rate. Her back and shoulders widened in an instant as her traps bulged. A thick set of abs carved themselves onto her stomach with a powerful ripple. Her chest heaved forwards as a pair of enormous muscle tits ballooned into view. She couldn’t help balling her hands into fists, callous’ coating the skin of her palms, while her arms practically exploded with size. Moving lower, Hannah’s ass grew just like all the others with the only difference being its more muscular shape. And who could forget about her legs as her thighs and calves swelled with mass. Every inch of her form packing on pound after pound of pure muscle until she’d become a tank of a man. A bodybuilder with the physique of a marble statue who was ready to set foot on stage.

The mental changes were swift. Hannah’s old life slipped through growing cracks in her mind as she forgot that she was ever a woman. None of that ever mattered. The only thing that mattered was the hulking dad she was now. With that a powerful obsession with the gym rooted itself deep within her brain. Then came all the other typical dad hobbies and desires alongside a craving to show off her sculpted body at all times for the dads to admire.

Finally, It was done. Hannah’s muscles began to jiggle as her body shook while connecting to the hivemind. Soon enough all three of them would awake as new men. They would be allowed to choose new names as they settled into their new lives. They’d be welcomed into the community as all new dads were where they would be free to live and contribute to their superior society. Connecting with the other dads on a physical level beyond just hivemind and perhaps even finding themselves a mate. Meanwhile the other dads could use the shared knowledge from their newest members to track down that hideout of survivors.

———

The world has undergone so much change. Initially it was believed to be the end of days. That this apocalypse would bring about the end of humankind in some way or another. But so far, now that the dust had settled, earth was better than ever. Not a single conflict between nations. A new society that is more productive and efficient than ever. People that were practically incapable of acting with ill intent. It was undeniably better even if the leftover survivors didn’t want to see it that way.

Right now the biggest issue the dads had to solve was lack of any way to reproduce. They already had tons of dads using their shared scientific knowledge in labs across the globe in an effort to find a solution to this problem. Luckily they had plenty of time. Despite all being turned into middle aged men, their cells now seemed to age much slower than ordinary human cells once did. But they weren’t immortal. One day they’d need to replace themselves.

So far they were working on a method of cloning in the hopes that they’d eventually be able to create genetically identical copies of themselves. That way, when the time comes and they as a species start to grow old, they can create younger clones of themselves that’d all prime dad age once again. And by that point, they projected that 100% of the population would’ve turned to the dad side. Only then would they truly have created utopia.

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Unexpected Submission

Sean was a quiet college sophomore who spent most nights alone in his apartment gaming, cramming for exams, and surviving on instant noodles and energy drinks. Skinny, exhausted, and constantly stressed, he barely noticed the padded black package sitting outside his door when he got back from class.

There was no return address. Just his name printed neatly across the front.

“Weird…” Sean muttered, carrying it inside. “I didn’t order anything.”

He dropped into his desk chair and sliced the tape open.

The second the box cracked apart, purple light exploded outward.

“What the—?!”

A glossy black silicone cap burst from the package like it was alive. Behind it came a pair of black goggles with violently spinning rainbow spirals inside the lenses.

Sean stumbled backward. “Oh fuck, the fuck is that—!”

The cap slammed over his messy hair instantly, sealing flush against his scalp with a wet SNAP.

“AHH! GET IT OFF!” Sean screamed, clawing at the reflective material.

The goggles shot forward next.

CLACK.

The straps tightened hard against his face. The spirals began spinning immediately.

“I can’t— I can’t see—!” Sean gasped, stumbling into the wall.

Purple pulses rippled beneath the cap as the Hive programming flooded into his nervous system.

“Subject connected,” a distorted voice whispered through the goggles.

“No… no… this isn’t real…” Sean panted desperately. “Take it off… take it OFF…”

His fingers dug under the cap, but the silicone refused to budge.

“Resistance detected.”

“Shut up!” Sean yelled. “Get out of my head!”

The spirals accelerated. Sean’s breathing became uneven. His thoughts started fragmenting beneath the pressure.

Homework deadlines. Anxiety. Isolation. Sleepless nights. Every weakness in his exhausted mind was dragged to the surface and amplified.

“You are tired, Sean.”

“Stop…”

“You are alone.”

“…stop talking…”

“The Hive removes loneliness.”

Sean’s knees buckled. “I… don’t…”

“The Hive gives purpose.”

His resistance faltered for just a second. That was all the programming needed.

A sharp pulse surged through the cap. Sean froze in place, mouth hanging open slightly as the spirals reflected endlessly in his eyes.

“Mind integrity collapsing.”

“N-no… I’m still…” Sean whispered weakly.

“You are becoming more.”

His hands slowly fell away from the goggles. Hanging limp at his sides. Muscles subtly twitch. Mouth hanging open as the directives flood his psyche.

“Good,” the voice purred. “Stop fighting.”

The Hive voice became smoother, calmer, more absolute.

“You are no longer allowed to struggle.”

Sean swallowed once.

“Struggling is inefficient.”

His own words startled him for half a second.

“Wait… why did I say—”

The cap pulsed again.

Sean froze completely. His mind consumed.

“…resistance is inefficient,” he repeated in a flat tone.

His posture straightened. Shoulders squared. Breathing steady. Absorbing and being absorbed.

“Subject identity… destabilizing,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Synchronization progressing normally.”

“…understood. Subject must SYNC. Make Sean a good drone.”

The last traces of panic faded from his face.

“Please state directive,” Sean said calmly.

“You will serve the Hive.”

Sean nodded once.

“Directive acknowledged. Will obey.”

“State designation.”

A brief pause.

“…Subject designation of “Sean” no longer relevant.”

The rainbow spirals rotated endlessly across the goggles as his voice became completely emotionless. He was sucked in and made mindless to its allure.”

“SYNC-107 active and ready to satisfy. Awaiting further instruction. Drone is a good brainless boy.”

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A Tough Nut to Crack

Grab him now!” one of the SYNC members shouted as Alan was blindsided from behind.

“Get OFF me!” Alan roared, throwing one attacker into a locker hard enough to dent it. “You picked the wrong guy!”

“Hold his arms!” another yelled.

Alan struggled violently as three members forced him down. “I swear to God, I’ll break every one of you if you don’t let go!”

A glossy black silicone cap was pulled over his head. Alan snarled and jerked against them. “NO! Don’t put that thing on me!”

The rainbow spiral goggles snapped tightly over his eyes.

“Synchronization beginning,” a SYNC member said calmly.

“Get these OFF!” Alan shouted, clawing at the goggles. “I can’t see straight!”

The spirals began rotating faster. Purple pulses flickered beneath the cap as the programming flooded his senses.

“Subject displays high resistance,” one member observed.

“Yeah?” Alan spat back. “That’s because I’m not weak like the rest of you!”

“You misunderstand,” another replied. “The strong ones simply take longer.”

Alan growled through clenched teeth. “I’m not joining your Hive.”

“You already have.”

Alan forced himself upright, breathing heavily. “No… no, I’m still me…”

The spirals intensified. His balance faltered for a second.

“Focus destabilizing,” a member noted.

“Shut… up…” Alan muttered, gripping his head. “I can fight this…”

“You’re exhausted, Alan,” one voice said softly. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

“I said…” Alan’s voice cracked slightly. “…I said stop talking…”

His breathing slowed as the programming pushed deeper.

Alan shook his head violently. “No… I don’t obey anybody…”

The cap tightened flush against his skull while the goggles’ spirals reflected endlessly in his eyes. His breathing became uneven.

“The Hive removes conflict. The Hive removes pain.”

“No…” Alan whispered weakly. “No, I… I don’t need…”

He suddenly froze, eyes locked behind the spiraling lenses.

“Subject entering alignment phase.”

Alan’s hands slowly lowered from the goggles. “Why… does it feel…”

“Peaceful?” the SYNC member finished for him.

Alan hesitated. “…yes…”

“You’ve been fighting too hard for too long.”

“I…” Alan swallowed hard. “I’m tired…”

“Then let the Hive carry the burden.”

Alan’s tense posture softened further. “The Hive…”

“Repeat the directive.”

“…Unity is purpose…” Alan murmured uncertainly.

“Again.”

“Unity… is purpose.”

His voice no longer carried anger. The resistance was fading fast now.

“Very good, Alan. How do you feel?”

Alan stood silently for a moment before answering in a calm monotone.

“…Clear.”

“Do you still wish to resist?”

A long pause followed.

“…Resistance is unnecessary.”

The surrounding SYNC members released him completely. Alan no longer fought. He simply adjusted the goggles slightly and stood beside them.

“State your status.”

Alan’s expression went blank beneath the reflective cap.

“…SYNC-339 online. Connection established. Mind consumed. Body consumed. Awaiting instructions. Ready to perform.”

“Good drone. Coach will be satisfied with this catch.”

Alan snapped, “Coach will be satisfied!”

Sink. SYNC. Submit.

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Hey dude, I'm just a lil bro looking for a big bro to take care of me in all sorts of ways but all I'm stuck with is my lousy nerd of a roommate. Could you help me out?

FML: Fraternize

My roommate was… chill all things considered. I don’t know, he was just the random guy that I got stuck with when all my bros decided to move into the house and I needed someone to take the lease with. Scruffy, for sure. A bit out of shape. He said he used to play soccer in high school. Cute, but that was about it. Nowadays he was just getting his degree in English. Just a guy. But I didn’t want just another guy.

I tried to be friends with the guy, but he always just blew me and my boys off. He would just say he was too busy studying or playing some video game to come out to the gym with us or hang at the frat. I finally decided I was fed up. I needed my roommate to be more than a rando in my house. I needed a bro. And the fraternity had some resources to make that happen.

They usually keep this kinda stuff for pledges who start stepping out of line, but my buddy slipped me the files that they show to help guys get in line. I don’t remember if I ever saw them myself… what ever. It was a series of videos that promised to turn any guy into a bro in no time flat. So, one night, I put the tapes on when my roommate was home:

“Hey man, I’ve gotta watch these for class, mind if I slip them on?”

“No problem, I’ll just hang out in my bedroom.”

“Actually, it may be something you would like. You should stay. Here, you chill here and I’ll listen while I cook. I’ll make enough to split.”

I turned the first tape on and went to cook up some chicken and rice. In the other room, I heard the video beginning. It wasn’t long before I started hearing my roommate responding to the commands:

You are loyal to your bros.

“I am loyal to my bros.”

When you are around them you feel relaxed.

“When I am around them I feel relaxed”

The gym feels like your second home.

“The gym feels like my second home.”

The frat is life. You are made to be loyal to the frat.

“I am made to be loyal to the frat.”

They kept pushing him in the background while I finished cooking some food. When I walked back into the room, static filled the screen as my roommate stared into space, drool dripping from his mouth. I turned of the TV and he seemed to come to his senses.

“Hey, sup bro? Got the fuel?”

Already he was much better, “Yeah man, chicken and rice.”

“Hell yeah, gotta get a good workout in before getting my homework done.”

We ate quickly and started getting ready for the gym.

“Hey, bro, you think they are still taking new pledges? I’ve been meaning to apply to your frat!”

I was shocked at how quick the progress had been, “Yeah man. I’ll hook you up with my peeps tomorrow.”

“Sweet, let me finish getting ready and we can go.”

Dang those videos were quick. Even the way he carried himself was so different. This is the bro I needed.

The week went on and we kept working out. I hooked my roommate up with the pledge master and he quickly started falling in with the bros. We worked out, partied, did almost everything together now. I gave the rest of the tapes back to my guy who gave them to me. He said he needed them for a few guys who had gotten a little hands-y with some girls at the last party. I was fine to get them back, I didn’t think there would be any more issues with my roommate.

The year flew by until it was time for spring break. I had opted to be my roommate’s big and done all the usual hazing and shit with him. Had to keep him on his A game, I wasn’t going to go east on him. The spring break frat trip was a rite of passage for the incoming pledges. As much as I wanted to go, I had plans to visit California with my partner. We were having a great time, chilling at the beach, shopping through souvenir stores, and hiking parks. But I made sure to get updates about how my roommate was enjoying his week. It was from one of these progress reports that I got word from the pledge master:

Hey, bro. Just letting you know. Your little bro was making some girls uncomfortable at the bar. Can’t have that causing issues for the frat.

Shit man. I’m sorry. Lemme talk to him.

Nah dude, it’s good. We have a protocol for these kinds things. Just letting you know so you aren’t surprised. We’ll make sure he won’t bother any girls again.

Thanks dude. Lemme know if you need anything.

Nah bruh, relax. Enjoy your vacay.

Well as long as they have shit handled. I went back to my vacation and forgot about the whole situation. I would give him crap for it when I got back. The rest of our trip was great. I didn’t hear anything more from my bros so I assumed it all went according to plan. I was eager to get back to my roommate and prep him for full brotherhood when I got back. It wasn’t till I walked into the apartment I knew something was awry:

“Sup, bro, welcome back.”

A deep voice echoed from the balcony. He stepped inside and was greeted by a stranger. His arms were as thick as a football, his legs as thick as tree trunks. The smell of sweat, sex, and stale beer followed him into the room. He had a fresh tattoo on his arm with the number 86 boldly displayed. The stranger walked with swagger up to me, like he owned the place. As he approached, his musk only grew more intense. It wasn’t until I noticed the glasses it all clicked into place:

“Bro… is that you?!?”

“Bruh, who else would it be?”

My roommate stood proudly in front of me. He had been going to the gym steadily but no amount of protein powder could explain the progress he had made in a week. He was also easily 3 inches taller. And the smell. I don’t know how to describe it but he smelled… virile. Like just being around him was starting to get me excited. He certainly had never been like this before.

“Looking good, right? Like the new tat? Year of our chapter’s founding, 1986. After all, I am made to be loyal to the frat.”

That line made it all click together. The tapes. They said they would handle the situation, I didn’t know they would use the tapes.

”Speaking of which, dude. I can’t believe you flaked on the frat and went on a trip with your partner. You’ve got to be loyal to your bros.”

His scent, his words, my mind was swimming in a way it hadn’t in a long time. He stepped towards me, grabbing my head. I was pulled into his pit. I tried to pull back but a hand on the back of my head held me firmly in place. I felt so aroused and so scared as I was forced to huff the scent of pure frat bro. I was… fading. I couldn’t… resist… my… my… bruhhhhh.

“I think that you should sit through the next set with me bro.”

My mind was blank as he told me to sit down on the couch. Of course, I would do anything for my frat bro. He put on a video and sat behind me.

“They said we could watch this one together.”

The video whirled to life as my roommate held me in place in his lap. A flash of color and a brief intro played. It explained that it was the last in a series of videos for brothers who were trouble makers in the frat. This last one was the most extreme. I felt a wave of guilt, knowing I had betrayed my brothers and the chapter. I wasn’t sure what I did but I knew it must be bad. My behavior had to change.

You will conform to the standard set by the frat, whatever it takes. You will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.

“I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” we both repeated, in unison.

Good. Since you have proven you can’t be trusted with making good decisions, your brothers have decided to make those for you. You will become the ultimate frat bro.

“I will become the ultimate frat bro.”

Let’s start on the outside. A brother works out daily, at least. Strong muscles make for a strong foundation.

As I repeated the words, they became my reality. I had certainly never been a scrawny guy before, but this was something else. My muscles convulsed all at once, then seemed to shred and burst. My muscles ached as pecs, biceps, abs all were pulled out of my body. I sweat under the effort as legs bloated and toned, bloated and toned. My back stretched out and shoulders mounded on muscle.

Good bro. Now, a brother should be cocky, with a cock to match. All the other fraternities should know how superior we are.

‘Shiiit, no other frat could even come close. We threw the best parties, had the hottest girls and… fuck the hottest guys. With a bod like this, just about no body could resist.’ As those thoughts echoed in my head, there was a sharp pain in my balls as they started to swell. My cock snaked down my shorts, throbbing with newfound power and size. A moan escaped my mouth as my cock swelled thick as a beer can. Anyone would beg for a cock like this.

A frat bro with a cock like that just needs to fuck. Your libido keeps your mind so full that you hardly have time to pass your business classes.

My swollen balls began to churn as my cock came to life. As my mind was thrust into a deep sexual haze, any aspirations I had on my pre-law track were pushed out, draining right to my balls and slowly leaking out my cock. At the same time, I felt my roommate begin to shift behind me. I felt his cock press against the small of my back, throbbing as it was thrust into overdrive. He began slowly humping against my back, and I leaned back against that massive cock. I wanted to help my bro however I could. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly started jacking me off. My mind was in pure bliss as I was kicked into overdrive. His arms felt so warm and strong, and he was pushing all my buttons till I was thrusting into his hands.

The frat is a part of you. You live, breath, and sweat the frat. Everyone who meets you will know exactly what you’re about and submit to you, an alpha bro. You put the reek in Greek.

My mind processed for a second until the smell hit me from behind and I understood. My hormones shifted as sweat poured out. It was hard work being a fraternity brother, and everyone would know that. I worked overtime as the smell of straight frat filled my nostrils. The apartment changed in response, filled with leftover beers, used tank tops, and soaked underwear. Anyone who entered would fall into an immediate haze, the smell of bros clouding their mind. My mind was… so… slow. Just… needed… FUCK.

You will keep it simple, keep it stupid.

“I will keep it simple, keep it stupid.”

My head felt like it was filled with fluff. No thoughts, just instinct.

You will listen to your pledge master, follow all he says.

“I will listen to my pledge master, follow all he says.”

It was so much easier to just trust my bros. Whatever they said went.

You will live for and serve your bros, live for and serve the frat.

“I will live for and serve my bros and the frat.”

I would do anything for my bros. Gotta keep ‘em happy.

The frat is life.

“The frat is life.”

My roommate’s cock was still rock hard behind me. His grip was edging me as moaned for release. I could dedicate my life to men like him.

Thank you for your cooperation. There will be no further issues. Now cum.

And I did. Ropes shot across the floor as all the changes were set in stone. I was just another frat dude, struggling through Business classes and fucking through the night.

And with that the video ended. It took a sec for me to regain my senses. I slowly refocused my eyes and… fuck bruh my head is pounding. Musta partied too hard last night. Shit, I was drooling all over myself, lol. I mean, I’m hot but not that hot. And fuck, I made a mess. Bro, what happened? It’s already late, I’ve got to get ready to go out tonight.

I was going to throw on a polo and some shorts when my roommate put a hand on my shoulder. This man must’ve got a double dose of whatever I got. Bro, he was on another fucking level. He pulled me in tight, cupped my ass in his hands, held my chin, and slid his tongue in my mouth. All at once, my world shifted as the fraternity’s motto rang in my head, I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood. An aching in my balls told me that I wasn’t going to make it out tonight. I had my frat bro… no, my big bro right here. And he will take care of his little bro. He pulled down his sweatpants and a thick rod popped out from the waistband. He gently guided me to his cock, the true source of his musk. Our scents mingled as my thoughts were consumed by sex. The salty taste of pre coated my tongue as the tip slid down the back of my throat. My mind faded as the smell of the frat filled my nostrils. I was lost in bliss as my bro started pumping, pumping down my throat. Gone was the nerdy roommate I had:

There was nothing left but frat bro.

[preppyplace]

Give up your will. Slick your mind.

[hypnogold-deactivated20250114]

Maple Heights 4: No escape

The door to the house creaked open as Tyler, Luke, and Michael stepped into the entryway, their black polos with yellow details catching the dim glow of the hallway lights. Their faces were obscured by gas masks, each breath producing a soft, eerie muffling sound as they repeated their chant in unison: “Join us… join us…”

Their fathers, Greg and Paul, stood at the far end of the hall, shocked to see their own sons transformed. Greg’s face was tight with fear, and Paul’s eyes were wide with disbelief as they watched the slow, methodical advance of their three sons.

“Michael, Luke, Tyler… what’s happened to you?” Greg whispered, his voice filled with desperation. But his words seemed to bounce off them, ignored as the brothers continued forward, their voices calm and hypnotic.

“Join us…” Tyler intoned softly through his mask, each word muffled but filled with purpose.

Realizing the danger, Paul grabbed Greg’s arm. “We have to get out of here!” Without waiting, they turned and sprinted down the hallway, heading for the back door.

As they reached it, Greg threw it open, only to be confronted by two other figures standing in the doorway—two young man in glossy black Fred Perry polo with yellow details, their faces hidden behind the same cold visor. His posture was still, his expression blank as he blocked their way.

“Join us…” the figure intoned, echoing the chant of the brothers.

Greg shut the door, his heart racing. “They’re everywhere,” he whispered in shock. “It’s like… they’re all in on it.”

“Upstairs,” Paul urged, steering his brother toward the staircase. “We’ll find a way out through the bedroom windows.”

The two fathers dashed up the stairs, the rhythmic chanting of “Join us… join us…” following them up, a haunting echo that filled every corner of the house. Tyler, Luke, and Michael advanced at a steady, controlled pace, the soft glow of their masks casting eerie shadows as they moved.

Once they reached the top floor, Paul and Greg ran into the nearest bedroom and locked the door. They shared a terrified glance, their breaths heavy and rapid.

“Why are they doing this?” Greg murmured, his voice filled with fear. “They’re acting like… like they’re not even our sons anymore.”

“Whatever’s happened to them, we need to get out of here,” Paul replied. He moved to the window, glancing down to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing no figures below, he opened it. “Let’s go. Climb down, and we’ll run to Daniel’s place.”

One by one, they lowered themselves out of the window, dropping to the ground below. Without another word, they sprinted across the lawn and down the street, aiming for Daniel’s house, hoping for a safe haven.

The rhythmic chant of “Join us…” echoed faintly in the distance, growing louder with each step, as if the entire neighborhood was filled with the same hypnotic call.

They reached Daniel’s house, breathless, and pounded on the door. Within moments, it opened, revealing Daniel standing in his pajamas, his face filled with confusion and concern.

“Paul? Greg? What’s going on?” Daniel asked, his eyes flicking between the two men, noticing their terrified expressions.

“Let us in, quickly!” Paul gasped, pulling Daniel inside and locking the door behind them. “It’s… it’s the boys. They’ve changed. They’re not… themselves anymore.”

Daniel’s brow furrowed. “Changed? What do you mean?”

Before they could explain, there was a loud knock at the door, and the chilling chant of “Join us… join us…” echoed through the walls. Daniel’s face paled as he looked toward the door, his expression shifting to one of horror.

“What… what is that?” he whispered, backing away from the door.

The door creaked open, revealing the three brothers standing in the doorway, their faces calm and expressionless behind their visors, their black polos shining under the dim lights. They stepped inside, their movements slow and deliberate, their voices blending into a single, rhythmic chant as they advanced.

“Join us… join us…”

Paul and Greg backed into the corner, their eyes wide with fear. But Daniel, unable to comprehend what was happening, took a step forward, trying to reason with them. “Tyler, Luke, Michael, stop this. Whatever’s going on, you don’t have to do this.”

But his words fell on deaf ears. The brothers moved forward, their hands reaching out as they surrounded Daniel. Tyler placed a firm hand on Daniel’s shoulder, and Michael pressed down on his other side, guiding him with calm precision.

“Join us,” they intoned softly, their voices a quiet command that seemed to slip past Daniel’s defenses.

Paul and Greg watched in horror as their brother, Daniel, began to sway under the influence of the chant. His face went blank, his eyes unfocused as the brothers guided him to his knees. They removed a sleek black visor from a pouch, slowly lowering it over Daniel’s eyes. The visor clicked into place, and with it, Daniel’s face shifted, adopting the same calm, distant expression as his nephews.

As the visor clicked into place over Daniel's eyes, a low, distorted hum filled his ears, followed by a voice—soft yet chillingly mechanical, each word dripping with a hypnotic pull.

"You are slipping now… sinking deeper… falling away from who you were…You will be robotized."

The words pulsed, each phrase drawing Daniel further into a fog, erasing his thoughts one by one. His mind, which had been teetering on the edge of resistance, now felt heavy, sinking into an eerie calm that spread like a warm haze.

"Your mind is quiet… empty… ready to obey," the voice continued, each word slowly unraveling his sense of self. "You do not need to think… thinking is tiring… thinking is gone."

Daniel’s thoughts faded into a dull, distant echo as the words took over, filling every corner of his mind with a blissful, mindless calm.

"You wear the polo now… proud and obedient," the voice droned, each syllable sinking into him like weights, locking him into this newfound purpose. "Let go… obey… there is nothing else."

A faint, faraway part of him realized his lips were parting into a slow, empty smile. The visor's faint glow pulsed with the words, sinking him deeper into this obedient haze, each beat aligning with his heart, binding him further.

"You are a vessel now… ready to serve… ready to be led."

The voice softened, but its pull grew stronger, each word seeping into him like a command he could no longer resist. He swayed slightly, feeling himself submit to the numbing warmth that spread through him. He was sinking, deeper and deeper, his mind dissolving into a comfortable, obedient fog.

"There is no you," the voice whispered, barely audible but all-consuming. "Only the command… only the uniform… wear it proud… think no more."

With those final words, Daniel’s thoughts fell silent, replaced by a serene, mindless obedience. His smile grew, calm and blank, as he sank fully into his new, obedient role.

“No… no, Daniel!” Greg shouted, rushing forward in a desperate attempt to save his brother. But before he could reach him, another figure stepped into view—Daniel’s son, Alex, who had come downstairs, alerted by the commotion.

Alex’s face was a mask of horror as he saw his father’s transformation. “Dad? What… what are they doing to you?” he asked, voice trembling.

Without hesitation, he moved toward his father, trying to pull the visor off. But Luke and Michael’s grip was firm, holding Daniel in place as he sank further under their control.

“Alex, stay back!” Paul warned, his voice thick with fear. “They’ll get you too!”

But Alex shook his head, his focus locked on his father. “I can’t just watch this!” He grabbed at the visor, trying to pull it free, but Tyler placed a firm hand on Alex’s shoulder, stopping him.

“Join us,” Tyler murmured, his voice muffled but clear.

The phrase seemed to sink into Alex’s mind, his struggle weakening as the words repeated around him, filling the air with their quiet, relentless command. His gaze grew unfocused, his resistance fading as he looked up at his cousins, his hands slowly dropping to his sides.

The brothers lowered another visor over Alex’s face, securing it with the same calm, precise movements. As the visor clicked into place, Alex’s face went blank, mirroring the serene, obedient expression of his father.

Paul and Greg stood paralyzed, horror filling their eyes as they watched both Daniel and Alex succumb, their family slipping away into the collective, one by one. The rhythmic chant of “Join us… join us…” filled the house, leaving no room for resistance, no space for escape.

Realizing the hopelessness of their situation, Paul and Greg took a step back, their backs pressed against the wall as they waited for the inevitable, the chant echoing in their minds, beckoning them to surrender.

“Join us…”

The hallway felt smaller with every step the fathers took. Greg and Paul found themselves backed against the cold, unyielding wall as Tyler, Luke, and Michael advanced, their calm, rhythmic chant echoing off the brick.

“Join us… join us…”

Paul, heart pounding, glanced desperately at Greg. “We can’t stay here. We have to keep moving.”

But before they could make a move, Tyler and Luke each took hold of their arms, their grips firm yet unnervingly calm. Michael stood behind, blocking any chance of escape. Greg struggled against Tyler’s grip, but it was as though his son’s strength had multiplied, each movement deliberate and unbreakable.

“Release us!” Greg shouted, twisting his arm, but Tyler’s grasp only tightened as his muffled voice repeated, “It’s time to join us.”

With synchronized movements, the three brothers guided their fathers out of the house and down the street, their steady march matching the robotic precision of their chants. As they moved, more figures dressed in identical black polos joined the procession, each one silent and masked, creating an unsettling parade through the darkened neighborhood.

The farther they walked, the more Greg and Paul’s surroundings became unfamiliar. They were led through side streets and narrow alleys until they approached the industrial edge of town. There, parked behind a row of abandoned warehouses, loomed a large, dark vehicle—a bus with metallic black paint, its windows heavily tinted. The quiet hum of machinery pulsed from within, a faint red glow emanating from its interior, hinting at the ominous purpose that awaited inside.

“Where are you taking us?” Paul demanded, trying to pull free, but Luke’s grip was unyielding, his face expressionless beneath the visor.

“To the ship,” Michael replied in a soft, detached voice. “There, you will understand. You will become part of the unity.”

As they approached the bus, a side door slid open, revealing rows of seats filled with other familiar faces from the neighborhood—all men, all silent, their faces blank beneath the visors that covered their eyes. They sat motionless, each dressed in the same glossy black Fred Perry polos with yellow details, the rubbery sheen reflecting the red glow from within.

The brothers guided Greg and Paul into the bus, securing them in seats near the front. Their movements were slow, methodical, as though they had rehearsed this many times before. Once seated, Greg tried to look around, recognizing faces among the other captives—men who, like him, had once been fathers, brothers, friends. Now, they sat in perfect stillness, their minds apparently lost to whatever force had taken control of them.

“Stay still,” Tyler murmured through his mask, fastening a metallic band across Greg’s chest, securing him to the seat.

Paul struggled as Luke did the same, but his movements were weak and ineffective against the relentless, calm efficiency of his son’s grip. “You don’t have to do this,” Paul pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. “You’re our sons. You don’t have to—”

But Michael’s voice cut through his words, calm and unfeeling. “We have found purpose. Soon, you will too.”

Once Greg and Paul were secured, the brothers took their seats near the front, each donning visors that matched those of the drones on board. The door slid shut with a soft hiss, and the bus hummed to life, beginning its journey to the “ship” that loomed on the outskirts of town.

The “Ship”

After what felt like an eternity, the bus finally pulled to a stop at a fenced lot near the edge of an industrial complex. The entire area was illuminated by harsh floodlights, casting long shadows across the open ground. At the center stood a massive, ominous structure—a large, metallic building, shaped almost like an angular, grounded spacecraft. The air around it hummed faintly, as if powered by an unseen force.

One by one, the drones on the bus rose from their seats, filing out in a controlled, robotic procession. As Greg and Paul were released from their restraints, they were herded down the aisle by the brothers, who guided them toward the entrance of the ship.

Inside, the walls were lined with rows of small, windowless chambers, each one barely large enough to contain a single person. Through the open doors, Greg could see other captives standing inside the chambers, visors lowered over their eyes, their bodies held in place by metallic restraints that glowed faintly with red light.

Greg and Paul exchanged a desperate look, a silent plea passing between them as they realized the fate that awaited them.

“Please,” Greg whispered, turning to Tyler. “Whatever this is, you don’t have to go through with it. Fight it. Break free.”

But Tyler only looked at him, his gaze calm and detached. “It’s too late for that. Soon, you’ll see.”

Michael and Luke guided them into neighboring chambers, the doors sliding shut with a quiet hiss. A faint light filled the room, and Greg felt his arms restrained by unseen forces as a metallic band closed around his forehead, holding his head in place. His pulse quickened as he watched a visor lower from the ceiling, moving slowly until it aligned with his eyes.

“No, no—please, not this,” Greg murmured, struggling against the restraints. But as the visor clicked into place, his vision filled with a pulsing spiral, yellow and black hues spinning in mesmerizing patterns. He felt his mind growing calm, his body relaxing despite his attempts to resist.

“Join us… join us…” came the faint chant through the speakers, the words slipping past his defenses and filling his thoughts, overriding everything else. His eyelids felt heavy, his mind clouded, and slowly, his resistance melted away.

In the neighboring chamber, Paul’s experience was no different. He felt the visor lowering over his face, his heart pounding as the spiral filled his vision. The rhythmic chant echoed in his ears, lulling him into a quiet trance as his thoughts faded, replaced by a calm, obedient clarity.

As the visor’s spiral pulsed, Paul’s expression softened, his breathing steadying as he surrendered to the influence surrounding him.

When the doors finally slid open, Greg and Paul stepped out of their chambers, their faces calm and blank, visors reflecting the red glow of the ship’s lights. Their glossy black polos with yellow details glistened as they joined the other drones, filing into a perfect line beside their transformed sons.

Tyler, Luke, and Michael watched with satisfaction as their fathers took their places, their postures straight, their expressions serene and obedient.

“Welcome,” Michael murmured, his voice calm and mechanical. “You’re part of us now.”

In perfect unison, Greg and Paul replied, “We are one.” Their voices were calm and steady, as if they had known their purpose all along.

The transformed family joined the ranks of drones, marching in synchronized steps as the ship’s door closed behind them. The hum of machinery grew louder as the ship prepared to embark on its next mission, expanding the reach of the collective to every corner of Maple Heights.

And as they moved forward, one chant united them all, an unbreakable bond shared by every drone:

“Join us… join us…”

[bugbear-emporium]

Tyson knocked on Nick's apartment door. He was worried about the guy, as no one else in their friend group had heard from him in over a week. Tyson knew he was going through it after Miranda broke up with him last month, but it wasn't like Nick to retreat like this. So, when Nick messaged Tyson to ask him to come over, he knew he had to check in on his friend.

Tyson heard the door unlock before it swung open. The man standing in the doorway wasn't Nick, but someone else entirely. While Nick was in his mid 20s like Tyson, this guy was at least a decade older. Nick was cleanshaven, lean, and average height, whereas this man had a beard, a bit of a gut, and was a few inches taller than Tyson, who was already pretty tall at 6'3". The man did resemble Nick quite a bit, but clearly wasn't him.

"Oh!" Tyson said with a start, "I must have the wrong apartment. I'm looking for a Nick Perry."

"Nah, you got the right place, bub." The man said, voice deep and warm. "I'm, uh..., his brother... John. Yeah, John. Nick went out to go grab something. He should be back soon. He said ya were coming over. Come on in!"

Tyson didn't know Nick had any siblings, but it's not like he talked about his own sister too often. Tyson could see the family resemblance, as John looked a lot like an older, taller, hairier Nick. Tyson followed the man into the apartment.

Tyson had been expecting a disaster, but the place looked clean and tidy. There was a slight smell of nicotine in the air, but not like that of a regular cigarette smoker. There were little changes to the apartment that made it seem less like a bachelor pad and more like that of a functional adult. The pin ups on the wall had been replaced with landscape paintings, the table was clear for once, and as he peeked into the kitchen, he saw that the dishes weren't stacked high waiting in vain to be clean. Was Nick finally getting his shit together?

"Hey, do ya wanna beer?" John asked, opening up the fridge.

"Yeah, sure. I'll take one." Tyson responded, still taking in the small changes since the last time he'd been over to Nick's to hang out.

John passed a cold can to him. The label said "Honey Bun" and it was made by Cave Brewery. Nick had always been a cheap beer guy, but Tyson liked a nice craft brew. Looked locally made too. He sat down on an old recliner before cracking it open to gave it a taste. It was a nice honey ale, not too sweet but not too bitter.

"Damn, this shit is good!" Tyson said, looking at John, "Did you buy this, because I know Nick wouldn't?"

"Yeah. I got it from a place in town. Tried it last week at a bar and it rocked my world." John said, following Tyson back into the living room. "Though, Nick seems to really like it as well. He's changed a lot since you last saw him."

"Yeah? What's been going on with him?" Tyson took another sip and it felt quite warm in his stomach despite being cold and crisp to the taste. "Today was the first I'd heard from him since his crash out last week."

"That's partly why I'm here. Showing Nick what it means to be a better person." John said, then he looked directly at Tyson, "I can show you what it means to be a real man too, Tyson."

Tyson stopped mid sip, startled by the change in tone. He looked up at the tall man who was now standing over him.

"What does that mean?" Tyson asked, recoiling from the man in front of him, though he was starting to feel a little hazy. His chair was just so comfortable.

"You should just finish that beer, bub. I'm looking forward to what comes next." John reached out and grabbed the half empty can. "Here, let me help you!"

Tyson found himself unwilling to resist as John slowly poured the beer down his throat. As strange and invasive as it felt, Tyson was surprised at how intimate it was, despite it being another man he was sharing the moment with. John was looking down at him, smiling, and Tyson maintained eye contact as he continued to swallow the frothy beverage. His stomach felt warmer and fuller, and his shirt started to feel tight on his body. After the last few drops entered Tyson's mouth, John set the empty can aside and leaned down to give Tyson a fuzzy kiss on the mouth. Tyson opened his eyes wide in surprise but didn't resist the man on top of him. Tyson knew he wasn't gay, but something felt right about the way he was being touched.

As he broke off the kiss, the large man smiled and said, "I think it's time to be honest with ya, bub. I don't have a brother. I'm actually just Nick. Good to see ya!"

Tyson's eyes were still in shock as he looked up at the man claiming to be his friend. There was a loud gurgling sound coming from his belly that interrupted his thoughts. He was very clearly swelling in his midsection, so much so that his belly could be seen through the strained buttons.

"Nick?" Tyson said, almost in a whimper. "What happened to you?"

"I got better, and you're gonna be better too! Here let me help you with that."

Nick began to undo the buttons on Tyson's shirt, revealing a rapidly growing belly on Tyson's smooth, previously quite fit, torso. Nick began to slowly rub Tyson's belly, and wherever he brushed, brown hair began to bloom. Tyson knew that this was wrong, and that he should get up and flee Nick's apartment, but he couldn't summon the willpower to get out of the cozy chair he was in. It just felt so nice to be touched by this man. As Nick brushed against one of his nipples, Tyson gave a small moan as a jolt of pleasure rippled through his body.

"Looks like these puppies are sensative!" Nick said excitedy as he pulled Tyson's hands up to each nipple. "Why don't ya tweak these for a bit while I finish ya up?"

Tyson just nodded as he lightly pinched the tips, causing more pleasure to flow through him. While his belly had grown first, his chest also began to thicken up along with his arms, as though the feedback from the circuit of pleasure was causing him to fatten up. Nick diverted attention away from Tyson's now quite hairy belly and chest, and cupped his friends lower face in his hands. He leaned in for a kiss as Tyson's face tingled. When Nick pulled away, a thick beard had grown over previously cleanshaven skin.

"Alright bub, yer looking like one hot bear. Let ol' Nick tell ya what happened." Nick said, stroking his furry cheek as Tyson looked up at him, needy as a puppy. "Last week, I went to a bar, feeling all down in the dumps. The bartender, right bear of a fella, asked me what was up and I told him about my troubles with girls and love. He said he'd fix me up, right as rain, all I needed was the right drink. He was right. Took me to the back, shaped me into a new man, and sent me on my way with a slap on the ass and a free six pack o' booze."

Nick slipped his pants and then underwear off, and then lifted up his shirt, exposing his own quite hairy belly.

"I've hit him up a few times, and he's a great bud and a good lay. I'll make sure to introduce ya to him, bub. He's gonna love ya." Nick bopped Tyson on the nose and ruffled his hair. "Unfortunately, we both wanna take that dominate role the sheets, so that's were you come in."

Tyson kept pinching and twisting his nipples, moaning loader as he stared at Nick's body and cock. He writhed in the chair, mind scrambled from waves of euphoria.

"Now, to make you into my new subby little bear. Get on your knees, boy!"

Tyson barely stopped touching his nipples, but sank to his knees in front of Nick's cock. Nick pressed down on Tyson's shoulders, and Tyson felt his body contract on itself. His torso, legs, and arms all lost length as they bulked up in weight even further. Additional bulk went into Tyson's ass, making it round and jiggly. When Nick was done pressing, Tyson was over a foot shorter, and perfectly positioned as Nick pushed his mouth onto the dick in front of him. Tyson began to bob on it as he kept playing with his titties.

"Since yer my new sub, how about ya give me half of yer dick size. It's not like you'll need it anymore, bub." Nick said, between his own moans and grunts. "Don't worry though. You'll know how to take my new size."

Tyson's above average dick began to retreat into him, stopping at around three to four inches in length. Meanwhile, the cock in his own mouth grew and grew, though he never felt the need to stop. Tyson felt small and weak under the large man, but something about that kept his stubby cock sprung to attention.

"Oh man, that mouth of yours is amazing, bub!" Nick was grunting louder, clearly moving towards release. "I'm sure that ass of yours is great as well. I wanna keep you around bub. How about I make you my new boyfriend? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Oh fuck! I'm gonna, I'm gonna..."

Jizz filled Tyson's mouth as Nick released into it. Tyson tweaked his own nipples harder in response, which caused his own much smaller eruption onto the carpet. After swallowing, he looked up at Nick, handsome dominant Nick, smiling down at him and knew he wanted to belong to him.

Nick got down on the floor next to his now much smaller friend and held him close as they both leaned on the chair. Tyson felt safe and warm in Nick's arms. His new boyfriend scooped him up and held him close. As Nick looked down at the chubby little fucktoy bear boyfriend he turned his buddy into, he thought about who else he could give one of those beers to.

[musclechubbwill]

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Body Physique

[bigification]

Small Town Hospitality - Part 1

Synopsis: After reports of a rapid increase in obesity among the men of a small town in rural Texas, a detective is sent from the big city to investigate. He must get to know the townsfolk to get closer behind the cause of this obesity epidemic.

"Here's fine." Detective Rogers says in a gruff voice.

The taxi driver pulls over into a small parking lot with nothing but a bar and a gas station.

"Thanks!" Rogers mutters under his breath as he exits the taxi.

The town is remarkably quiet, which isn't entirely unusual given the strange things that have been happening here in the past couple weeks. There's nothing but a few cars parked by the bar and a lone man smoking outside the gas station.

A familiar bell chimes as Rogers walks into the gas station. He looks around for a moment, only seeing empty isles.

"Not many people come by nowadays," the cashier comments, "they only come when they need somethin'."

Rogers turns to face him, seeing a bulky young man leaning over the counter. His gut is hanging under his tight uniform, making his hairy under belly hard to miss.

"Sorry?" He asks.

"This place used to be more lively before the mine incident, now they're too scared to go outside." The young man continues.

"Why is that?"

"The news said it was some kinda virus or somethin' that was makin' us fatter." He explains.

"Do you believe that?" Rogers questions.

"Well I'm not someone to believe everythin' the news says, but I've gained 50 pounds since then." He says while grabbing his belly. "And it's not just me. My old man got so big he stopped leavin' the house cuz he ain't got no more clothes that fit."

Rogers thought on it for a moment before grabbing a pack of cigarettes and throwing them on the counter. "Thanks for the info."

The bell chimes as he walks out the door. He leans against the wall close to the man he saw on his way in and pulls out a cigarette.

"Got a light?" He asks.

"Yeah." The man says as he gets close and lights his cigarette.

It was hard to tell in the darkness earlier, but now that the man was lit by the fluorescent lighting of the gas station, it was obvious he was suffering from this 'sudden weight gain' as well. His shirt was unbuttoned, clearly unable to contain his immense gut, and his fly was wide open in an attempt to alleviate the pressure.

"So what made you stop by our little ol' town." He asks.

"I came to investigate the sudden weight gain of the residents here."

"It's a whole lotta bullshit if you ask me, just some excuse for folks to feel better about their bad decisions."

"You think so?" Rogers says, looking down at the man's undersized clothes.

"I know how it looks, but these ol' clothes are long past their prime, I just never bothered gettin' new ones cuz no one 'round here bats an eye if I walk out with my belly hangin' out." The man chuckles. "The truth is, I gave up on this body a long time ago."

"Why's that."

"Well, I had it in my head that I would escape this lonely little town. I even had a ticket to play ball in the big city, but it all went away when I tore my ACL. It didn't take long for my abs to become a belly, and it only got worse when I met my wife a few years later. She's the best cook I've ever met."

Rogers gives a half hearted smile. "I better get going, but thank you for talking to me." He says while putting out his cigarette.

"Anytime, you're welcome to have dinner with me and my wife anytime." The man smiles. "Hold on, I never caught your name."

"Rogers. Detective Rogers."

"Good to meet you Detective Rogers, call me Tom." He says, reaching for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too."

Tom gives a firm handshake and pulls Rogers in close.

"By the way, your shirt is untucked."

"Oh... Thanks for letting me know." Rogers nervously chuckles as he stuffs his shirt back under his pants.

He quickly shuffles into the nearby bar, trying to hide his embarrassment. He takes a deep breath and regains his composure before confidently walking into the bar. It's small, but nicer than he expected for a sports bar attached to a gas station. There are a few men dotted around, some playing pool, some at the bar watching the game, all at various stages of obesity. All except the bartender. His small waist and toned muscles make him stand out.

"Just a water, please." Rogers asks as he sits by the bar.

The bartender looks him up and down. "Where ya' from? If you don't mind me askin'."

"Austin. Just here for work."

"Well I'll be. You must be that big wig they sent to figure out why everyone's gettin' so damn fat." He laughs, showing off a charming smile.

"Yeah..."

"Oh let me guess. You came to ask how I keep this up." He flexes, making his sleeves stretch around his thick biceps. "I'm just messin' with ya'. C'mon loosen up." He taps Rogers shoulder before sliding him a glass of water.

"I actually was going to ask you why you're the only man I've seen here that's not obese."

"I'll let you in on a little secret." He leans in close and whispers, "most of these guys blew up like balloons as soon as they had kids, and they've just kept growing since then. The truth is, I think they want to get fatter, this is just some excuse to tell their wives when they complain about it."

"So you think they got together and all started gaining weight on purpose." Rogers asks.

"Yes sir! It's even gettin' to the younger guys. I see less and less of them at the gym nowadays." The bartender pauses, smelling the smoke on Rogers breath. "I take it you saw the young man at the gas station. I used to see him at the gym all the time, now I only see him working or watchin' TV with his pa." The bartender leans back. "Anyway, I think I've rambled enough."

"Two beers please!" Another patron shouts from further down the bar.

"I'll see ya' round, big wig."

Rogers sits with the information for a moment. Something doesn't seem right, these people have gained too much weight too fast, but he would need a timeline to confirm whether this is more than just men gaining weight. He needs to find someone who was involved with that mine incident.

"Hiya stranger."

A large man scoots into the chair beside Rogers holding two beers and slides one over to him.

"Thanks." Rogers says as he takes a swig of the beer.

"Couldn't help but overhear that you're a detective."

"Yeah. I'm investigating the mine incident."

"Of course. What a strange event." The man says.

"What can you tell me about it?" Rogers questions.

"I'll answer your questions if you stay and have a few drinks with me."

Rogers sighs, "fine."

"Two more beers!" He shouts to the bartender before turning back to Rogers. "My name's Will by the way."

"Rogers." He says, trying to hold in a burp.

"Ask away, detective."

Rogers pulls out his notebook and starts writing anything that could be useful, taking large swigs of beer along with Will. The time flies as they both blow through beer after beer after beer.

"I think... *burrap* you should slow down... *hic* big guy." Rogers slurs his words as he points at Wills bloated belly that's pressed tightly against the bar.

"I... I wouldn't talk so soon.. *burp* Tubby." He points at Rogers and bursts into laughter.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Rogers asks.

"Look at your belly spillin' out of that fancy suit."

Rogers looks down to see his shirt riding up his bloated beer belly.

"That's... That's just a *hic* bloat. Happens all the time when I drink." Rogers says.

"I don't think so, I know a belly when I see one."

Will leans closer to Rogers and places a hand on his belly, letting it sink into the soft fat.

"Oh god, *burp* I'm fat." Rogers exclaims.

"You're fat!"

The two erupt into laughter, sending ripples through their growing bodies. As the two settle down, tired from the hours of banter, Will leans against Rogers and rests his head on his shoulder. Rogers wraps his arm around Will, resting his other hand on Wills belly.

The two look into each other's eyes, just staring for a few moments before Will leans in for a kiss. He pauses mere centimetres away from Rogers before committing. Rogers pulls him close, letting his hairy belly rub against Wills.

"Sorry to break it up lovebirds, but I'm closing up shop." The bartender interrupts.

Roger and Will separate in an instant, acting like nothing was happening.

"The night is still young." Will complains.

"It's 2am and I want to go home." The bartender stands firm.

"2am!? Oh shit, *hic* I gotta get to my motel."

Rogers jumps off his chair and loses his balance, dragged down by his own fat. Will grabs his arm just in time to stop him from falling.

"You sure you're good to get there." The bartender asks.

"I'll walk him there." Will offers.

Will holds Rogers up by his shoulder as they stumble out of the bar. Luckily the motel is right across the road from the bar, so it doesn't take too long to get there.

"You hungry?" Will asks.

"Starving." Rogers replies.

"That's what I like to hear."

Will drags Rogers into the diner that's connected to his motel and drops him into a booth. Will sucks in his gut and squeezes into the seat across from Rogers.

"Two big breakfasts, please." Will asks the server.

The lady looks to Rogers for his order.

"Oh, I thought you ordered for me." He says.

"No, that's just for me. You can get whatever you want." Will responds.

Rogers thinks for a moment, he should probably be careful with the calories but his stomach is killing him. His stomach lets out a loud gurgle, cementing his choice.

"I'll have what he's having, and a water please."

Rogers sinks into his chair as the lady leaves.

"You sure you can eat all that?" Will asks. "I was much bigger than you when I started eating that much."

"I usually can't even finish one big breakfast," Rogers starts to rub his exposed belly, "but I've never felt this hungry before so I might as well try."

"I like that attitude."

What feels like an eternity trying to stay awake, Rogers hears the lady approaching with their meals. She places a large plate in front of Rogers with 6 eggs, 4 sausages, 4 bacon strips, 2 pancakes, and a pile of home fries.

"Oh, put both big breakfasts onto one plate. How nice." Rogers commented.

"That's one big breakfast..." Will replies.

Rogers smile fades as another massive plate of food is placed in front of him and two similar plates are placed in front of Will.

"Why are they so big?" Rogers sighs.

"I know the chef, so he makes my plates a little bigger. I guess he made yours bigger too." Will chuckles. "Good luck."

Rogers nervously laughs along. This is more than he eats in a day, let alone one meal, but he doesn't want to be rude and waste food.

With a deep breath, Rogers digs in. It comes easy to him in the beginning, his desperate hunger allows him to keep up with Will at first. He plows through the eggs first, hardly taking a second to breathe. Then he shovels the home fries into his mouth, he's never tasted any better in his life but he can't stop to enjoy it, he has to push through. He starts to slow down as he reaches the sausages, already struggling to find room in his stomach, which is now begging him to stop.

*Burrraaap!* Rogers lets out a loud burp that echoes around the empty diner.

"You can't be full already, you're not even half way." Will teases.

Rogers groans, holding his stomach as it bloats, trying to make room for more food.

He manages to get through the sausages with a bit of motivation by Will, who is almost done by now. Will puts down his fork with a satisfied groan and leans back in his chair, pressing his large gut further into the table.

"You want help?" Will asks.

Rogers takes a moment to consider the offer, but shakes his head, he can do this. Onto the bacon, where he stuffs rolled up strips of bacon into his mouth and chews them as fast as he can. Will can't help but be amused by the grease leaking down Rogers's swollen cheeks.

"Homestretch, C'mon you can't stop now!" Will encourages as Rogers finishes off the bacon.

It's just the pancakes now, 4 of them to be precise. He drowns them in syrup, rolls them up with his hands and starts eating them like burritos. The pain is visible on his face as he feels his stomach trying to make room. His sweat stained clothes are tightening around him, the booth feels like it's shrinking, but can't stop now. With one final burst of energy, he pushes the last pancake down, leaving his plate clean.

"Wow. I'm impressed." Will says.

Rogers smiles before leaning back into the booth and letting his rock hard belly press against the table.

"Shall we?" Will asks.

"Yeah, I should probably get some sleep." Rogers groans.

Will squeezes out of the booth and starts helping Rogers out too. He grabs his arm and pulls him out of the booth, but as he gets up, a loud ripping noise erupts from Rogers's pants.

"Oh no..." Rogers sighs as he tries to see where his pants ripped.

"Ooohhh, right down the crack." Will laughs, looking down at Rogers's skin tight pants.

"Don't laugh!" Rogers starts to get red.

"It happens to the best of us." Will says as he looks at Rogers's button up, which is bursting at the seams trying to contain his growing body. "Here, let me help."

Will starts to unbutton Rogers's shirt, sending ripples through his soft body with every button. Rogers takes a deep breath as his shirt is fully unbuttoned, the first time he's been able to do that since entering the bar. Will places his hand on Rogers' hairy chest, feeling how the soft fat has taken over his pecs. He rubs his hand past Rogers' swollen nipple, causing him to moan on a deep gruff voice.

"It feels better that fatter you get." Will whispers.

"Keep going." Rogers says between moans.

Will slides his hands down Rogers's body, gliding through the dense forest of hair across his belly. Will picks him up and drops him the table before unzipping his fly.

"Wait! What if they see?" Rogers asks.

"I do this with the chef all the time, it's fine."

Rogers nods, and Will continues. He pulls back Rogers underwear, letting his rock hard dick spring up.

"Oh my god!" Rogers exclaims.

"What?" Will asks, worried.

"I can't see my own dick." Rogers laughs.

Will laughs along. "Join the club."

He lifts Rogers' gut out of the way and starts sucking his cock. Rogers moans as he tilts his head back. He places one hand over his belly and one hand groping his man boobs, only now fully realising the damage that has been done to his body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he doesn't want this to happen. Somewhere buried under all that fat is the detective he used to be, a man who takes care of his body. That man is slowly getting buried deeper and deeper as Rogers gives into the overwhelming pleasure of his body growing.

Rogers' moans and grunts became louder and faster as he got closer to climaxing. Will sped up until Rogers shot ropes of cum into his throat.

Rogers wipes the sweat from his forehead, feeling like that was more of a workout than his usual session at the gym. Will stands up, wiping cum from his chin.

He picks Rogers up off the table, bringing him to his feet. "The sex is better when you're fat."

"Sure is." Rogers laughs as he rubs his belly.

"Why don't we take this back to the motel."

Rogers smiles and grabs his hand, letting Will lead him back to his room.

To be continued...