Next Gen Men

transformation blog focused on mxm muscle growth and theft stories

[next-gen-men]

Wish Upon a Rainbow - The Neighbor

Want to know what to wish for? Check out the intro story here!

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The last thing Hanbin really remembered was some late-night gaming sessions with his friends. Or rather, his bros. The sessions weren’t anything different than normal, aside from a few team losses here and there. But really, it was just a time for him to kick back with his homies and shoot the shit. That was, so long as he didn’t have some slut over begging for his cock to ram down their throats or asses or whatever they craved.

It was weird, though. The more Hanbin tried to remember what he did yesterday, the more things felt gray and fuzzy. It was like his memories were being clouded by a greyscale filter. And the stuff he was seeing didn’t make any sense. Like how he didn’t go to the gym yesterday to throw some iron and do his daily posing for some new thirst trap on his social media. Or how he didn’t walk around his house naked the day before, making sure his place was rank with the smell of his fresh sweat and musk after his workouts. Even more confusing was the missing memory of him blowing his load into some twink, as Hanbin made sure to always stuff those greedy bitches up whenever he had the chance.

He was pretty sure that the little guy living next door to him always came over for a daily fucking or feeding of Hanbin’s seed. Given how pouty those lips were and fuckable his ass cheeks bounced in those tight shorts, Hanbin was pretty used to the idea of slamming him down the full length of his cock whenever he had a raging boner. The greyscale memories seemed to suggest something different, though; he just wasn’t sure why.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Hanbin waved his hand idly, as if brushing aside the cobwebs in his mind. He glanced down to see the next-door neighbor sprawled out over the shaking washing machine, the two of them opting for a little rendezvous session in the apartment’s shared laundry room in the basement. The slut’s hole must have really been good today to make Hanbin lose focus like this. He reached down, making sure to grab one of his sweaty jockstraps off his dirty laundry pile to stuff into the other’s open mouth.

Hanbin rolled his eyes at the muffled moans of pleasure as the other’s eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn’t really remember the name of the naked man splayed out beneath him. It started with some vowel, like Albert or Anthony or something dorky like that. The beefy jock didn’t really bother getting to know the holes’ names, especially when he cycled through so many of them so quickly.

A soft chime on his phone drew Hanbin's gaze to the glowing device. The time indicated that it was almost time for his next gaming session with the guys. With his cock still wedged inside that tight bubble butt, Hanbin wasn’t exactly thrilled to let the last three loads of his cum dribble down the other man’s inner thighs like that. It was such a waste. But he had no choice but to unsheathe himself, letting his neighbor crumple onto the floor, completely spent. That was the thing with boys like him. No sense of stamina.

“Yo, I gotta dip, dude. I have to hop on with the boys. Just remember to bring up my clothes too when you’re done with the laundry. It’s the least you could do for me, since I let you get a taste of my cock and all that,” Hanbin barked out commands as he wiped his slick cock over the spent man’s hair. He tucked it into his pants and zipped up his fly, still completely clothed from their basement sessions.

“See you tomorrow. Try not to be late next time.”

[next-gen-men]

Wish Upon a Rainbow - The Start

When his friend recommended that Andy check out the newly opened corner store, he hadn’t expected to stumble into some rickety, dusty store that looked more like a storage shed than anything else. Still, the young man shuffled in awkwardly, doing his best not to bump shoulders against the dusty shelves and antique items. The shop owner didn’t seem to be any better, with only an elderly woman who seemed far more occupied with watching her black-and-white movie on her boxy television. If Andy didn’t know any better, it was almost as if he had stepped back in time with how old everything was here.

He wasn’t sure why his friend even told him about this place, and the young man was certain he wasn’t going to get anything. But something caught his eye, tucked away in the corner of the store. It was small and simple, just a slim box with red lettering. Andy wasn’t sure what exactly drew him towards it, but he felt a bit self-conscious standing around in the store for too long without purchasing anything. Grabbing up the stick, he hurried over to the counter and dug out his wallet to hand over a couple of dollar bills for the simple item. The store owner tore her gaze from the TV screen, only to stare back at Andy with a masked expression. Her eyes seemed to bore deep inside of his soul, practically rooting the young man in place as fear started to bubble up inside of his chest.

“...Careful what you wish for.”

Her words of warning still rang inside of Andy’s ears as he stumbled his way back into his room. After leaving the store, the young man met up with his friends and spent the rest of the day discussing their summer break plans and attending any upcoming Pride celebrations. But all he could really think about was that harrowing experience, and he hadn’t even realized he was back home until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. Somehow, the strange stick he bought found itself back in his fingertips once more, and his thumb idly rubbed along the rather smooth surface.

Swallowing thickly, Andy carefully read the inscription on the box. It seemed just as old as the rest of the items in the store, seemingly granting a single wish for whoever broke the stick. Still, Andy couldn’t help but rationalize his thoughts, if only to settle his nerves. There was no such thing as a magical, wish-granting stick. It was probably just some fad that made people do silly things, just like those old mood rings or magic 8 balls. Why was he so nervous about some stuff an old lady was telling him?

Andy tapped his chin as he thought about which wish he might want, in some silly hypothetical world where this actually came true. The young man hadn’t exactly had the best luck when it came to his dating life, or even sex life, for that matter. There weren’t many gay men around town, and the ones that were here didn’t even give him a second glance. Andy was always self-conscious about how he looked, given that he didn’t fit all those beauty standards that everyone else seemed to have about their partners or hook-ups. It also didn’t help that most of the people he did know were bottoms, just like himself. So much for compatibility and all that.

Sighing, the young man shrugged his shoulders as he mumbled his selfish wish, if not a bit sheepishly, to admit such a thing out loud.

“I wish there were lots of big, muscled, hunky gay tops who were interested in me.”

A sharp crack filled the emptiness in the dark bedroom as Andy broke the toy. And for a moment, the young man almost wished that something would happen. But the summer night air was just as silent as before, and Andy could only chuckle awkwardly as he dropped the broken toy pieces onto his bedroom floor.

“What am I even doing? That was so stupid…” he mumbled to himself as he flipped back the bed covers, tucking himself in for the night. “I’ve been watching way too many fantasy movies if I thought that would actually work.” Andy sighed as he closed his eyes, his mind trailing off about how much he wished Pride month would be different for him this year. Perhaps things were just that, a fantasy for him.

In the quiet of the night, from the cracked and jagged edges of the broken toy, a viscous, black substance began to bubble forth. It seemed reminiscent of something gooey, a slime that began seeping through the cracks in the wooden floorboards. Whatever it was, it would soon spread as quickly as it appeared through the town…

trying out something new for pride month, although this might extend past it if i continue to have ideas for stories! sorry i've been absent, been really busy with grad school. i'm slowly getting back into writing, so bear with me as i try out some new short-form content this month and finish going through asks! as some of you can tell, this is inspired off of the movie, obsession! (although i haven't had a chance to watch it, i enjoyed the concept of having a wish toy that warps the user's wish!) i will be trying something different with changing perspectives this series around! happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈

[next-gen-men]

Hey, I am a scrawny white guy stuck in the middle of Midwest America. It is really cold right now. What I wouldn't trade to be somewhere warm and sunny. Maybe be another ethnicity

Shivering as you slid deeper underneath the covers, you let out a soft sigh as you felt the cold air nip at your toes. While you were used to cold, frosty winters, this season seemed particularly brutal. Even with the heaters turned on, you could only toss and turn underneath the covers in some desperate attempt to warm yourself enough so you could fall asleep. But sleep didn’t seem like it was coming for you any time soon, and you weren’t exactly eager to pass the time counting sheep.

Reaching over towards your nightstand, you picked up the VR headset your friend lent you for the weekend. He was originally planning to return it to the manufacturer, citing a weird electrical problem and glitchiness that was messing up his gaming experience. But since you didn’t have your own VR set, he offered to let you play with his for the weekend. Your friend had been raving about this new RPG where you could customize your own avatar and build up a fictional person for yourself. The game boasted of being a fully immersive experience, to the point that users could control themselves without even moving in real life. It was the perfect thing for you to play while you huddled under your blankets to stay warm. According to your friend, there was a weird glitch making the game “unplayable,” but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the device itself.

As you slipped on the virtual headset, you selected the game to load up. The icon art seemed really simple and silly, showcasing a crudely drawn picture of a sunny day, a palm beach, and some ocean waves. The game was listed as Spring Break! A Vacation Getaway, with a tagline that promised to “whisk you away to paradise!” Snorting a bit to yourself at the basic premise, you tapped through to set up an avatar. Unfortunately, it seemed as though there was no option to customize your own avatar, as each character was uniquely linked to a device. The option for a new game or a new character was greyed out, and there was no other option but the avatar your friend had already built for themselves.

You sighed as you selected the premade option, letting the game load in. The pitch-black loading screen was quickly replaced by a blindingly bright light, to the point where you had to squint your own eyes to shut out the glaringly white visuals. As your eyes adjusted to the sudden change, you found yourself staring at a completely different image from your normal, scrawny self. The avatar in the bathroom was far bulkier and broader than you, and its tanned skin indicated hours spent basking in the warm sun. You gaped at the model your friend made, bringing a hand up to rub and squeeze at one of the pecs jutting out underneath your shirt. Just the mere act of brushing up against the fabric felt so real, to the point where you could almost feel a mountain of muscle underneath your massive paws, even if this was all fake.

It was certainly stimulating enough for your own cock to twitch a little in excitement, and you began to flex and pose with your friend’s avatar in the mirror. If you couldn’t make up something for yourself, this was certainly the next best option. You couldn’t help but marvel at how immersive the experience really was, and you didn’t even have to leave the warm comforts of your bed to enjoy this beefy body. Of course, there was a rather devious thought that slipped into your head as you marveled at the man’s muscles. With games like this, they often censor the most private and explicit parts. But since it was only you in the privacy of your own room, there were plenty of questions that you simply had to answer for yourself.

Peeling back the tight clothing off your beefy body, you grunted as you took in the view of your new frame. Even without fully undressing, you could feel the absolute weight and heft that was with your new body. You cheekily brought up one hand to grope and squeeze at your pecs, and the extra sensitivity from your new body made you inadvertently moan. You had to take in all the aspects of your new body, and you unzipped the slacks to see what else you were working with.

You savored the sight of the rather hefty and sizeable bulge that was causing your underwear to hang low from your body. Even without a full arousal, you could practically see the outline of your extra thick cock pressed up against the cloth. The girthier size made you naturally reach down in excitement, and your fingers also cupped the heavy balls tucked into the undergarments. Fondling your new family jewels only informed you of all that extra potent and virile seed that was practically begging for a release. Your friend must have made this avatar’s libido high, if that was even a customizable option, given how much this body seemed to ache for release.

Fishing out your virtual cock, you eagerly began to touch and stroke yourself. Even the mere sensation of your fingers touching it felt so real, and you shuddered in anticipation of what the climactic finish would look like. Soft grunts slipped out of your lips as waves of pleasure reverberated out from the headset towards your own body. You found yourself mimicking the avatar’s actions, palming your own arousal to the same rhythm. You had no idea how this game was causing you to feel such stimulations, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to care. It was simply too addicting, watching the beefy, naked man in the mirror rub one out. Droplets of precum began to drip from the swinging pole between those meaty thighs, and you made the avatar use it as lube to stimulate its own erection.

Suddenly, your immersion was quickly interrupted by a pixelated message window popping up in front of your view. While you were still able to see through the translucent virtual message, you growled in mild annoyance at the message blocking your moment of personal desires. It didn’t stop you from continuing to tug and stroke away at your virtual self, though, but the message was quite unclear in what it was suggesting.

Upload incomplete. Halted progress at 62%. Stimulation resuming the upload…

This must have been the glitch that your friend mentioned, which was clearly obstructing the best parts of the virtual experience. Whatever was going on with the loading bar was certainly progressing with each passing moment as you drew closer to a climax. At this point, you didn’t even care what was going on. You were far too invested in savoring every last bit of this beefy, muscular hunk of an avatar. The whole body was practically thrumming with sensitivity, and your hips bucked upwards into your hands as you found yourself nearing an orgasmic bliss. Both you and the avatar seemed to sync up in movements now, although you weren’t exactly focused on the game’s unique and clever technical design. Instead, your pants began to grow louder as you watched the beast of a man begin to unravel in the mirror. Staring down at your juicy body in the game, you watched as the heaving pecs bounced and jiggled with each stroke. The thick, veiny biceps bulged as you flexed while stroking that swinging baton of a cock.

And suddenly, you found your hips bucking upwards as thick ropes of cum spurted out from your cock. The avatar’s load seemed to be far more in volume than yours, but no less explosive. You shuddered as both bodies jolted and twitched with each spurt out of you. It was satisfying in a way that was simply too hard to explain, and your eyes could only roll back from the immense pleasure. But at the peak of the climax, a sparking electric shock zapped your temple, and a flash of pain caused your vision to go completely white. You had a fleeting thought, almost wondering if you had gone and truly broken your friend’s game. But suddenly, some text began to focus into view as the white light faded away.

Upload completed. Progress at 100%. Loading into a new reality.

As you slowly came down from that orgasmic high, you couldn’t help but groan a bit in mild embarrassment at your rather lewd and sexual exploration of this avatar. The clarity was starting to hit your head, and you couldn’t help but chuckle lowly at your actions. However, the deep, rumbling bass in your voice caused you to furrow your brows in confusion. You didn’t always have such a dominant-sounding voice, did you? Bringing up one of your thick hands to rub at your Adam’s apple, your eyes began to widen in surprise as you found the avatar’s body mimicking every action that you were doing. Of course, you had been guiding and controlling it before, but something felt far too real now.

Shuddering at the almost uncanny feeling you were getting, you raised your meaty hands up to pull off the virtual headset device. However, your fingers only brushed at the sides of your face, and you stared back at your body in the mirror. There wasn’t anything there to take off. In fact, with the headset on, the bathroom you were in felt very real. You could feel the warm, tropical air rubbing against your skin, the cool breeze of the air conditioner blowing on your broad back, and the cold sensation of the tile under your bare feet. Stumbling away from the mirror, you quickly moved out of the room, flinging the door open to reveal a rather lavish and extravagant master bedroom.

A quick stumble about the place quickly revealed that you were standing in what appeared to be the top of a penthouse. Your confusion was only coupled by how real everything felt to the touch: the doors, the windows, the view. If this game was still boasting of an immersive experience, they had really gone all out. But there was a sinking feeling behind your heaving pecs as you jogged about the place, as you began to realize that there wasn’t a clear indication on how to quit out of the game if you couldn’t pull off the headset. And in the slight moment of realization as you ambled back into the bathroom, a new virtual message popped into view.

Biophysical assets loaded in. Uploading cognitive assets…

Before you even had the chance to read through the text on the loading bar, there was a sharp and searing pain in your head. Your temple throbbed with a heavy, beating pulse, as if you could hear your own pounding heartbeat. Even in such a strong and muscular body, you couldn’t help but stumble forward, clasping onto the countertop with a loud grunt. Your eyes squeezed shut from the needling sensation, as though something was burrowing into your skull. Through your teary eyes, you could just make out a new loading bar beginning to fill with progress.

And with a rather audible pop and crackle inside your head, a flood of new memories began to rush in. It was like a torrent of information, with a force so strong that it began to wash away whatever information you had about yourself. Memories of yourself growing up in the American Midwest were replaced by memories of your hometown in Vietnam. In fact, as far as you could remember, you had never been to America as a kid. It wasn’t until you started pursuing your career in mixed martial arts that you began competing over there. It had always been a goal of yours to make a name for yourself, and with all this growing fame and popularity going to your head, it made sense that you had such a large and lavish penthouse all to yourself to call home.

You grunted as your confused and pained expression began to shift into something more cocky and hot-headed. Your hairy eyebrows knit together as you gave a rather loud and audible growl, bringing your arms up to flex your muscles. There was some part of you that had this weird idea that you were some skimpy, scrawny white nerd. But there was no way people would mistake “The Beast” for skimpy and scrawny. You shook your grizzled head, bringing a hand up to rub at your scruff. You were probably thinking of some fan of yours who had flown out from America to watch one of your fights. With all those eager twinks lining themselves up for you in the locker room after you bested your opponents, it was hard to keep track of their faces. None of them ever seemed to complain anyway; you always made sure they left with quivering legs and holes filled to the brim with your potent seed.

Smirking at yourself in the mirror once more as you caught a whiff of your musk, you could feel your head begin to clear up that mental fog. You flexed your back and rolled out your shoulders, only reaching back to squeeze and rub at some of your sore muscles. Perhaps you just went a little too hard with your morning workout. It was easy for a jock like you to get lost in the sauce when you lifted weights. Everything came so easily for you there. Outside of that, you let your managers handle the rest of the logistics in your life. There wasn’t any other room in your head to think of complicated shit; you were built to fuck and fight.

The soft ping of the loading bar completing its upload made you blink in confusion. You didn’t get why there was some weird floating text before your eyes. Blinking your eyes seemed to do the trick, though, and the virtual bar disappeared in a shimmer of pixels. All you could remember was the final line of text.

Enjoy your spring break paradise!

You shrugged your broad shoulders as you picked up your phone, seeing a few texts from your coaches asking if they were gonna see you later. Tapping your fat thumbs along the screen, you managed to work out a semi-coherent reply. There was no way they’d think you’d miss a gym session. It seemed like both you and the bros didn’t get enough sleep last night with all the weird shit that was going on. You figured you could swing by the massage parlor before you had your second lifting session of the day. It was practically a ritual for you at this point, since you had practically done this your whole life.

[next-gen-men]

just doing an ooc post update with regards to asks/inbox requests! i've been getting a lot of asks, which i've been feeling incredibly grateful and appreciative of. unfortunately, due to both irl things and just general writer's block + burnout, getting through them can feel a bit... overwhelming, to the point where writing is becoming a lot less fun for me and more like a chore. i still want to answer asks when i can, but i'll likely limit myself to making them shorter replies instead of full-blown stories. i want to give the same love and energy to everyone who's enjoying the stories, but i also want to be honest and transparent about how the writing process has been for me (and why it takes so long for me to get stuff out) for now, i'll be closing asks until i can catch up. i ask that if you've sent some, please be patient with me since it might take... a while. i have quite a large backlog (some are over 3 months old now, but i promise i'm doing the best i can to work through them) and it can be a bit stressful for me 😅 spamming me about when the story will happen doesn't help either, and will likely result in me just ignoring messages from you in the future (to help preserve my own sanity). again, this is more just an informative post so people know what's going on. i want to be able to write more personally inspired stories as well instead of solely focusing on asks. and i hope to continue putting out content that people enjoy reading, even if it takes me longer to do so 🥺

[next-gen-men]

Lunar New Year - Year of the Horse

When James got the link from his friend about a silly personality quiz, the young man found himself looking at a site that reminded him of a late-2000s Buzzfeed quiz. The graphics were pretty lame, a mix of stock photos and AI-slop that looked like it was done by a bored middle-schooler. The font was all sorts of whacky assortments, and the music was playing some vaguely, slightly racist sounding music that bordered on offensive. James quickly muted his laptop speakers, just in case his mom came in and started probing into what he was doing instead of his schoolwork. The young man quickly spotted that the quiz was only a few questions long, and, with nothing better to do, he figured he could pass the time until he found something else.

Reading over the online quiz, James tilted his head at the stupid, clickbait-y title meant to drag people in. Even the caption was extremely cringey, to the point that he could only text his friend a brief message full of question marks.

What Zodiac Spirit Animal are you? Find out here! Are you ready to unlock the beast hidden inside of you?

Still, his friend only replied with a few thumbs up emojis and a “promise that the quiz was life changing,” whatever that really meant. James sighed as he began tapping through the questions.

What’s your favorite color?

Red

Blue

Green

Black

James frowned at the options, his brows knitting together in mild annoyance at the rather limited options. Why were there only four? And where the hell was purple or maroon? He preferred something darker-toned that contrasted against his blonde hair and paler skin. But there wasn’t anything better to pick, so the young man opted to click on the ‘red’ choice. It seemed the closest to what he would actually prefer anyway. That or black.

Rubbing at his eyes, Jian brushed aside the dark locks of his black hair from his face to see the screen better. He really needed to get a haircut sometime soon; his mom was always bothering him about how long his hair was getting and how disheveled he looked. Jian sighed, only slightly annoyed at how bothersome his mom was about his appearance. But apparently, she thought it was important for him to look presentable before the rest of the extended family came for the Lunar New Year celebrations. At least he had some downtime to spend on his laptop before he was inevitably called downstairs.

It’s the New Year! What sort of gift are you hoping to get?

Sweets - nothing is better than getting a handle on that sweet tooth

Jewelry - bracelets, necklaces, rings. It’s all mine!

Red envelopes - who can say no to some cold, hard cash?

Clothes - what better way to start the new year with a brand new fit?

There was really only one obvious choice to Jian, and that was the red envelopes. He had memories of his grandparents, aunts, and uncles always giving him red packets to celebrate the new year. As a kid, his mom had always told him that he was supposed to refuse it to be “polite” and “respectful.” But seriously, who was going to refuse extra, free money? Clicking the option for red envelopes, Jian couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he could do with the extra money. Maybe one of those new video games that his friends had been talking up to him at school.

But then again, when someone was as rich as Jian, it was hard to decide what else to spend his money on. He had everything he wanted, could get anything he wanted, and oftentimes spent money getting gifts for his friends instead. It wasn’t his fault that he was born into one of Asia's wealthiest families. Sometimes, Jian liked to think he was just lucky, since it was his grandparents and father who gave him this life of luxury. Still, his dad always taught him the importance of money, even if it seemed silly to want more amid his excess wealth.

It’s dinner time! You’re feeling extra hungry today. What are you having for a main dish?

Hand-pulled noodle soup - putting in all that hard work definitely pays off.

Steamed fish - for all the good fortune and luck for the upcoming year

Dumplings - gimme some of those beefy, soupy dumps!

Crispy roast pork - fatty and juicy, it’s got all the flavor.

There was a little grumble in Jian’s stomach as he looked over the options. He could catch a whiff of that big dinner potluck downstairs, where his mom was cooking with the private chef. There were still a few more minutes before he had to join in, but he could at least think about what he would want to eat in the meantime. All the options seemed particularly tasty, but there was something so mouthwatering about having beef dumplings, either fried or steamed, that made Jian click on that option.

Jian brought one hand down to rub at his bumpy stomach, only chuckling as he ran his fingers along the ridged abs that popped out against his shirt. No matter what shirts his mom kept trying to buy for him, Jian always made sure to pump up his muscles and grow his body until they were kept skin-tight on him. The young man smirked at the feeling as he raised his arms up to flex, showing off his strong, baseball-sized biceps. God, he loved being the hottest dude in school. Being rich and muscular definitely helped, but Jian was just glad all his hard work at the gym paid off. He kept a pretty strict diet when it came to protein intake, and if he ended up being a little vain because of it… Well, who could blame him?

Pick a side dish to go with it!

Spicy rice cakes! Goes perfectly with every meal

Stir-fried bok choy - gotta stay healthy with some veggies in that diet.

Imperial rolls - fried goodness fit for a king/queen

Chow mein - something simple and easy; we’re here to eat!

Glancing back at the quiz, Jian’s eyes fell towards the spicy rice cakes. He licked his lips as one hand absentmindedly squeezed and groped at his own pecs. The young man smirked as he felt the muscles bounce underneath his touch, only choosing the side dish to accompany his dumpling dinner. Jian loved the tingly, spicy heat from the rice cakes, and he could only hope the private chef was making something spicy for them to eat later.

Of course, he was lucky that his parents bought him his own penthouse apartment when he was old enough. Jian was only swinging by his family home for the Lunar New Year celebrations, but he had plans later to go clubbing and hit the bars with some of his friends. Even after high school and undergrad, he was still the life of the party, and people were always dying to spend some time with him. Family always came first for Jian, but after that, he was ready to live his life! What use was there being in his 20s if he wasn’t going to live it up to the fullest?

And finally, what are you feeling like for dessert?

Coconut jelly

Red bean buns

White rabbit candy

Tang yuan

He wasn’t really much of a sweets guy; eating sugars and carbs wasn’t always best for his strict diet, and Jian had a body to maintain for all the girls to fawn over. With the number of women who were coming over to his place in the evenings, Jian barely had enough time between his partying and exercising to snack on desserts. But tang yuan was at least a staple of his growing up, and it fit with the whole “new year” theme. His favorites were the black sesame or the peanut tang yuan; his mom always made them for him each year.

Tapping his choice, Jian sat back in his chair, glancing away from the screen for a moment. His phone vibrated, and the young man reached over to look at his lock screen. His lips curled up in a small smirk at the sight of three new text messages from all the thirsty gays that were hoping to hook up with him later that day. Of course, Jian was pretty strict with his partners. They had to be just as fit as he, and preferably someone big and burly. He always got hard when it came to those DILF-y daddy types. Something about them smacking their thick log of meat on his face while he sucked on their balls made Jian’s hole twitch in anticipation for that night.

You’re a powerful creature! What mythical creature best represents who you are inside?

Nine-tailed fox

Dragon

Qilin

Phoenix

Jian could only raise a brow at the question, half snorting at the rather asinine questions in this quiz. Of course, he wasn’t expecting much, but wasn’t this supposed to tell him what he was? Why did he have to pick for them? Still, of the four options, only the dragon seemed like the coolest option. He wasn’t sure what some of the creatures were anyway, and it wasn’t like he was going to spend any more time on this quiz looking up what each word meant.

There was a slight jingle around his neck, and Jian glanced down to see a familiar silver chain hanging around him. The young man brought one hand up to his earlobe, feeling the piercings that he had gotten so long ago. It was a conversation that his parents hadn’t fully understood, but after so many years of Jian dressing up in expensive jewelry and bling, they had gotten used to it. When Jian chose to get tattoos several years later, his parents were used to his choice of fashion and style. His friends always marveled at how well he could dress and style himself, although Jian secretly knew that most of his fashionable choices came from his having access to practically unlimited funds.

What’s one activity you’re sure to do as part of the New Year celebrations?

Watch a lion dance - time to see an impressive athletic display!

Visit a temple - it’s always important to respect your elders.

Lantern making - want some good luck or for your wishes to come true?

Karaoke and mahjong night - a classic late-night activity with your friends

As fun as karaoke and mahjong were for Jian to just hang out with his friends, he tended to always do that for someone’s birthday. Lion dances were more rare to see except for select holidays, so the young man naturally selected the more exclusive and unique activity for the celebration.

Shifting in his seat, Jian sat up a little taller as he felt his plump ass cheeks grant him a couple more inches of height. He could feel the silk thong slipping up along his inner thighs, and the young man groaned at the feeling rubbing along his smooth legs. Given his profession as a dancer, as both an onstage performer and a club go-go boy, Jian had to keep his body smooth. It made oiling it up a lot easier, and people loved the look on him. The dancer grinned as he rolled his hips on his chair, loving the way his clothing teased and caused friction against him. Jian was grateful that the club gave him the day off for his family celebration, but he knew he’d have to work some overtime headliner shifts on the weekend to make up for it. His commitment to the job had less to do with money and more with his love of the activity, and the undying fanaticism of the clubgoers drooling and ogling his body.

You’re spending the rest of the holiday with that special someone. What is the final date spot for the night?

Picnic spot in the fields where we can stargaze together

Movie night, cuddled up under some blankets.

Strolling by the riverside and watching the fireworks burst in the air!

Going out dancing and partying it up together! YOLO!

Watching some fireworks sounded like a great date idea, and it was something that Jian had always fantasized about doing with the right person. He picked the fireworks option, already thinking about the popping noises that were bound to come up later that night, once his family was done with dinner. People loved setting off fireworks and firecrackers around his parents’ neighborhood. But given that all their neighbors were also celebrating the Lunar New Year, it was to be expected.

Jian’s thoughts began to pop and fizzle away, much like the festive fireworks. With each passing second, his head became far emptier than before. Of course, thinking was never his strong suit to begin with, and the only things the dancer really thought about were his late-night shows, his daily workouts and nutrition, and all the beefy hunks that were going to fuck him silly each week. He shuddered at the idea of being smart and stuff. Jian was far happier living his life as it was. He had his friends to sit around and think for him, or better yet, be simple-minded like him. All that smart, nerdy stuff just didn’t really fit a guy like him.

His eyes darted back to the screen as he saw the test results from the little quiz that he took.

Congratulations! Your actual Zodiac Spirit Animal is…. The Horse!

Scooting up on his chair once more, Jian let out a low grunt in surprise as he found himself dressed in only his tight underwear. Of course, the young man loved showing off his body whenever he got the chance. But nothing was better than letting his extra-long, girthy horse cock dangle before other people’s eyes. Even when he had pants on, Jian knew that people were eyeing up his hefty, sizable bulge in public. Jian was always half-chubbed at the idea of people’s mouths watering over his thick piece of meat. Whether it was those straight, bro-y finance guys that adjusted their pants every time they passed him by on the street, or the beefy cops that would eye him up whenever he walked past their patrol routes, or even the bodybuilder daddies that let their eyes linger a little too long on his cock head peeking out from his shorts at the gym, Jian was sure to give all the hungry boys a taste of his horse meat.

As a Horse, you are spirited, energetic, and have an independent personality. You have great confidence and a strong drive for freedom and adventure.

The mere thought of the men fucking and sucking him made Jian squirm in his chair, his hands already sliding down to rub and tease at his throbbing cock through his silk underwear. He was already leaking through the fabric, yet Jian made no attempt to tug it off. In fact, he was hoping to make a mess of himself before he had to go downstairs. Luckily for him, his parents still kept a full-length mirror in the corner of his room, giving the young man an ample angle for him to view himself as he played with his beefy, muscular body. Some of Jian’s fingers slipped past his fat cheeks, fingering and probing at his hole as he thought about the hunky bouncer at the club who had sexted over some lewd pics about what they would get up to later that evening.

You can be impulsive and quick-tempered, often struggling with patience or long-term commitment. Some people might see you as stubborn, or your confidence as cockiness, but that’s when you know you are your true self!

Jian’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched himself in the mirror. He was hot. Sexy. Fuckin’ irresistible, and he loved every second of it. The dancer moaned as his body jerked and jolted, and he began to spurt out thick ropes of cum all over himself. It was a hefty load, almost as if he hadn’t cum in a few days. Jian’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, a few strands of drool falling onto his heaving pecs as he came again and again. The front pouch of his thong quickly became stained, a wet spot forming as a puddle of cum arose from the fabric. The Asian man chuckled dumbly at the white mound, only reaching down to scoop some up with his fingertips.

Bringing up his cum-coated finger to his lips, Jian greedily sucked down his own seed. He savored the salty and sticky taste, only eyeing himself in the mirror with a wolfish smirk. Picking up his phone, Jian took a photo of himself in the mirror, with his scantily clad, cum-dripping thong on full display. Texting it over to his friend, Jian followed up the image with a few texts of his own.

horse boy: that quiz of yours got me real horned up, dude horse boy: u gonna come over and take care of this later?

Jian smirked as he saw the instant reply from his friend, accompanied by their own photo of a throbbing cock held between two hands.

da goat: u know it. better not waste any more loads for me to swallow

That was right, Jian was born in the Year of the Horse. This was his year, after all. And he was definitely planning on making the most of it.

happy lunar new year y'all! wanted to get something out there to celebrate the holiday! hope people enjoy!

[next-gen-men]

I've always wondered if my life would be different if I had different influences. Could you rewrite my life so I had a really macho manly dad, to see if I turn into a stud or stay a gay nerd?

You didn’t think much of that wish of yours when you went to bed last night after seeing the shooting star. It was one of those silly little ideas that popped into your head, wishing about what life would be like in a different universe. Of course, something like that wouldn’t ever come true. Maybe in another lifetime, you would have had a different family. Maybe a dad that cared more about his looks and fame over the pretty plain and average dad that you got. Maybe he could have instilled more confidence in you and brought you to the gym at a young age, so you could have a body you would feel confident about. And maybe all that would have led to more dates for yourself, with people choosing to ask you out, instead of rejecting the shy, nerdy gay man. In another life, you could have had it all, and no one could ever turn you down from that.

Sighing as you rubbed away the sleep from your eyes, you dressed yourself and strolled down the stairs when you heard the whirring of a blender. Since you were crashing at your parents’ for the weekend for your dad’s birthday, you figured your mom was up making some early morning breakfast. Strolling down the stairs, you had just started to wake up when you caught sight of a rather large and burly Middle Eastern man standing at the kitchen counter, fiddling with the blender, blending a mixture of fruit and veggies into a green concoction.

“Ah, there you are! I’ll give you the pass for today since I’m feeling good. But we’ll just have to hit the gym later,” the other man said with a booming voice as he caught sight of you standing in the doorway. “Sleeping in is for slackers. Must have had a late night if you’re forgetting all that stuff I’ve been teaching you since you were a kid.”

You couldn’t help but gawk at the half-dressed man standing there in the kitchen, moving around the space as if he were familiar with your parents’ home. Glancing around in confusion, you didn’t catch sight of either your dad or mom. In fact, it didn’t seem like anyone was there except the two of you. “Who the hell are you?! What’s going on?!” You stammered out in surprise as you took a few steps back. It was unclear whether this muscular man was a burglar, but you could tell something was clearly wrong. He didn’t seem like he was planning on robbing the place or attacking you. Instead, the stranger poured some of that blended concoction into a glass and slid it across the kitchen island to you.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. I’m pretty sure as the person turning older today, I’m the one who's supposed to have memory issues, not you, bud,” the man said with a snort as he poured out the rest into his own shaker bottle. Taking a sip, the stranger nodded his head towards the glass on the counter. “Hurry up and drink it. I’ve got some plans for us today for my birthday. I think you’ll like it.” And with not much of an explanation, he gestured for you to take the glass, whilst downing the rest of his own drink.

There was a moment in your brain where you couldn’t help but gawk at the other man, taking in his broad back and strong muscles that jutted out from his body. There was something about the situation that felt wrong, and yet, you couldn’t seem to remember just why you felt so strange about it. Almost as if to his command, you reached out and grabbed the glass to drink. The smell and taste were rather pungent, and the first few gulps of the chunky matter were painful to swallow. But you found yourself unable to set the glass down until you had swallowed it all, and by the end of it, it was a rather familiar taste that was meant to help boost your gains. Your Dad always made some sort of fruit, veggie, protein powder concoction. Some days were worse than others, but you would never complain if it helped with your bulk.

Setting the glass down after you downed its contents, your brows furrowed a bit in mild confusion. You didn’t remember ever going to the gym or even caring about bulking, with most of your time spent in your room gaming and playing D&D sessions with your friends. But that thought of working out with your dad didn’t exactly feel wrong either. Ah, you probably just got so used to the routine of the two of you working out in the mornings that it just felt like second nature. “...R-Right, um, well, thanks for the drink, Dad. Let me just get dressed real quick, and then I’m good to head out?” There was a slight lilt in your voice, a hesitancy in your tone, as if you weren’t exactly sure about what was going on anymore.

“Don’t forget to grab some swimwear! And clean up your room at some point,” your dad huffed in mild amusement as he took your empty glass to wash out the contents. “I know why you were up so late last night, and I’m glad to know you’re having fun,” he said with a knowing smirk on his lips. “Just don’t take too long picking out your outfits. We’ve got places to be! It’s your man’s big day!”

You stared at him blankly, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You knew he was your dad, yet for some reason, you had this idea of him as just a simple office worker who sat at a desk all day. But that didn’t make sense; your dad was the biggest and strongest dude around town. He was the only role model in your life that mattered growing up, and you always talked about how much you wanted to be like him when you got older. However, despite you doing your best to make sense of the situation, you felt a rather uncomfortable and loud gurgle bubbling up from your stomach. You subconsciously reached down, clasping at your smooth stomach with a grimace on your face. Whatever was in that blended drink wasn’t sitting well with you, and you quickly darted out of the room to rush upstairs so you could relieve yourself in the bathroom.

As you hurried up the flight of stairs, you noticed a rather poignant spring in your step. In fact, it felt like you were bursting with energy now, instead of the sluggish and tired feeling you had when you strolled into the kitchen earlier. Without even realizing it, your legs began to stretch and grow longer with each passing step, until you reached a dizzying height that left many people staring up at you. In your memories, you could recall your friends always asking you to help them grab things off the top shelf, or people tapping you from behind and asking you to step aside so they could see past you.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you found yourself surprised at how energetic you felt. The rumbling feeling in your stomach was still there, and perhaps there was a sense of urgency with you being in dire need of a bathroom, but you didn’t feel winded after sprinting up the steps. In fact, you couldn’t recall the last time you ran so quickly. Aside from, of course, your star performance as the rugby captain back in school. All those practices and games were drilled into your head, and you could do any of those exercises in your sleep. Still, the rumbling feeling was more persistent than you would have liked, and you quickly shuffled away towards your bathroom.

After shutting the door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, only to catch a glint of something underneath your jawline. Furrowing your brows in mild confusion, you stepped forward and leaned in close to examine yourself. Your eyes widened as your skin turned a rich caramel color. It was like you were sun-kissed, spending that time tanning your body at the poolside or on the beach. But of course, that was only natural, since you spent most of your time traveling with your dad on his business trips. Whenever he was heading somewhere warm, you tagged along for that free vacation and all-paid expenses at the resort. He had always talked about teaching you the ropes for his investment business, but you found yourself being more interested in lounging around and getting that tan on. When your father was rich and wealthy, who cared about solving big problems or thinking about extra hard stuff? Studying wasn’t always your strong suit, and your dad never minded anyway.

Something felt off to you as you tilted your head, like you were missing something. But your brain could only connect a few dots here and there. When prickly, spiky dark hair began to erupt forth from your tanned body, that nagging feeling finally subsided in relief. Ah, of course. You and your father prided yourselves on having the genetics of abundant facial and body hair. Perhaps most of your time in the bathroom was spent grooming yourself and trimming your hair, until you had that picture-perfect, model-like smoulder that always made people swoon. Your facial structure and appearance began to morph and shift in the mirror, until your reflection matched the visage of a man who was perhaps the definition of “pretty privilege.” You could only marvel at your own reflection, watching as the man in the mirror mimicked your actions whenever you smirked or winked at yourself. Some called it narcissism, but when you looked as good as you did, who wouldn’t admire themselves?

Memories of your dad encouraging you to open up your own influencer account and watching all the likes flood in were exhilarating. He always had an eye for business, and while you might not have followed everything he was saying, you knew that the number of likes and comments would shoot up whenever you went live or posted selfies of yourself. It was part of your brand as a fitness influencer, after all. The photos of yourself that really did well were all the shirtless ones you took, especially when you were still ripe and sweaty from your daily workouts.

Like two seams of fabric being stitched together, the rumbling feeling in your stomach began to pulse and grow. Toppling over from the strange sensation, you leaned against the cool countertop of your sink as you stared down at your body. Whatever your dad gave you was really doing something to you, and you could only confirm your suspicions when you saw your legs begin to swell and thicken up with muscle. Gasping as your quads stretched out your pants, soft whimpers began to spill out when the loose fabric became more skin-tight against your heavy, muscular thighs. As the captain of the rugby team, you certainly needed all that extra power and strength in your lower half to keep charging forward. It was how you tended to approach things in life: headfirst and bull-strong. You grunted as the changes moved over to your rear side, and when you turned your hips, you watched the flat ass plump up into something rather hefty and juicy. Even the slight wiggle of your hips caused your ass cheeks to jiggle with all the excess muscle and fat.

Your stubbled jaw dropped at the bounce, carefully bringing one hand back to squeeze at your plumped bottom. But the moment your hand made contact with your bubble butt, another tremble ran through your body. The tight pants burst at the seams, falling around you in a flurry of ripped fabric. Leaning forward, you moaned lowly at the pleasurable sensation that came from just kneading and groping at your ass cheeks. Memories of the boys slapping each other or making lewd jokes in the locker room filled your head, seeping into the old memories of your past life as a homebody. As the captain of your team and the supposed “golden boy,” you were subject to your fair share of jabs and taunts, and you dished out your own fair share. Your teammates respected you more because of it, and even after leaving your university, you still kept in touch with them.

The rippling sensation trailed over your smooth stomach, and an aching sensation burned through you as muscles began to grow and push against your smooth, tanned skin. You huffed from the pained exertion, only watching as clear, defined bumps appeared underneath the tightening shirt. Careful not to let your clothes burst into shreds once more, you quickly yanked off the tight fabric and stared down at your shirtless torso in wonder. You clenched your jaw as your meaty fingers moved over the ridges and bumps, trailing over the furry bit of hair that led down towards the tight underwear band. Whatever fat you had on you was quickly melting away, leaving behind a diamond-cut, chiseled body that boasted of pure, masculine strength.

It was only natural for you to tense and flex your stomach, and a cocky feeling wriggled into your head as your lips curled up into a small smirk. Of course, it was natural to show off a fit body like this. The ladies always loved running their fingers over it, and the tickling sensation of their nails phantom pricked along your skin as if they were there to worship you. A man like you certainly never lacked when it came to lovers, and both women and men alike eagerly came to feel you up whenever you gave them the opportunity. In fact, while the ladies may have loved touching and rubbing your stomach, the men loved resting their head on your beefy chest and suckling away at your nipples.

Drawing in deep and shuddering breaths, it felt as though you were expanding wider, like a balloon being pumped full of air. Your view of your cobbled abs was quickly obstructed by the swelling of your chest. Two meaty airbags puffed up, leaving you cross-eyed as you stared at the big, heaving mounds that blocked your view of below. You let out a dumb chuckle, wiping away some saliva dripping out the corners of your mouth as you felt a light dusting of hair coat over your torso. Along with your widening chest, your back began to crack and pop, stretching out your hunched spine until you had strong, defined lats. It left you wider than most, and you remembered the first time you bumped your boulder-like shoulders against a doorframe trying to walk in normally. You took pride in your strong, bulky size; after all, with your dad drilling the importance of fitness and exercise, there was very little more important to you.

Underneath your arms, you could feel the scratchy, itchy sensation of hair start to push forth from your skin. Raising both your arms up, you watched as a dark mat of hair grew in place of your old hair. This new layer seemed thick and coarse, enough to trap a strong, heavy scent of both your musk and sweat, all mixed into a noxious blend. You tilted your nose, letting your forehead brush up against your swelling biceps as you caught a whiff. There was something woodsy and spiced in your scent, an intoxicating pheromone that made even you feel a bit light-headed. You groaned as your raised arms began to expand, with layers of muscle beefing up your limbs into steady, rock-hard pillars of strength. Flexing in the mirror was no longer a pastime or a hobby; it was a necessity for you to admire just how godly and perfect your body was.

Another low moan spilled from your growing Adam’s apple, causing your soft, weedy whimpers to thicken into a velvety, rich bass. It reverberated throughout the bathroom, carrying power. It was a voice that could command men to listen, and it made women weak in the knees. As your mind started to linger on the thoughts of other people finding you attractive and sexually arousing, you felt a sudden tightness in your crotch. The already tight underwear was starting to pinch in a way that was certainly uncomfortable, and your handsome face twisted as you reached down with your hands to adjust yourself.

To your surprise, your fingers wrapped around a thick and meaty length, something far more unfamiliar than what you were used to. You shuddered as a twinge of pleasure jolted through you, and a soft whimper slipped out as your sensitive length jerked to attention. Even the slight action of tugging on your underwear band caused the strained fabric to rip as well, leaving your thick cock to spring forth in its full glory. Glancing down, you could only marvel at the view, seeing the hardening length continue to grow and stiffen past your obstructed view of your fat tits. Chuckling to yourself as you watched some fresh beads of precum form at your cock head, you let the pad of your thumb rub along your twitching cock slit.

In that moment, despite all the thoughts filling your head about how unfamiliar this was, your fingers acted on their own. You began to tug and stroke at your veiny length, only growling with a primal need for release the more you touched yourself. Who cared if this felt off? With a dad who supported his bisexual son, who taught him everything he needed to know about lifting and growing bigger after his mother left, who provided his son with a life full of luxury and privilege, what was the point in thinking about all that big problem stuff anyway?

Your breaths became heavier and labored, and the only sound that filled the space was your heaving pants. Watching your naked self touch and explore your beautiful, muscular body in the mirror was such a turn-on for you, and the dizzying feeling of the need for release began to build. It wasn’t long until you were tumbling over that edge, your face contorting as your whole body shook with each spurt. Thick, long ropes of white cum splattered about the place, coating your abs, your sink countertop, and your mirror. With each shot, memories and feelings of your past life seeped out of your brain, leaving behind just the simple-minded, horny himbo of a son that your dad raised on his own.

Staring at the mess over your mirror and sink basin, you couldn’t help but smack your softening cock against the cool countertop. Even after a fresh load, you could feel your own virility and arousal starting to spike once more. Perhaps you could hit up one of those femboys in your phone. They were always eager to bend over for you and would happily beg to breed. But your horny thoughts were quickly interrupted by your dad barking up the stairs.

“You done changing yet? We got places to be, boy!”

The sharp tone made your body stiffen to attention, just like obeying the command of a drill sergeant. Jerking out another load or two would have to wait, no matter how hard you were. Your dad always loved punctuality, and today wasn’t the day to press him on it.

“Coming!” You yelled back as you shuffled around your room, quickly throwing on something fast before darting out of the room. The cleanup would have to wait until later. Today was just like any other. You were living the best life you could have possibly dreamed of. Why would you wish for anything else?

[next-gen-men]

just wanted to say i loved your advent calendar. hope grad school goes well. get some good rest and can't wait to see what you do next.

yayyy! i'm glad you enjoyed the series ^^ it makes it feel like the effort was worth it when people enjoy it haha. and appreciate that; will have a more irregular schedule with school and work, but we're back baby!

[next-gen-men]

Really loved the advent series, and totally agree that you've earned a break for a bit! Particularly enjoyed how specific and clear you were about who remembered what and when reality was shifted to accommodate memories. That's tricky to get across, especially when all your stories had different things, but I never had trouble following. Imo, your hottest stories were the ones where the subject was "corrupted" in the process. Sweet twink boys/wholesome family figures into cocky, arrogant, dominant men, especially the ones with age regression or progression. I really look forward to seeing what you post in the future!

ahhh i appreciate that! i'm glad you enjoyed it! i find reality shifts / not shifts always so interesting to play with in stories, especially when some people remember things but others don't. i always loved that sort of dynamic in the TF stories i'd read in the past, so i'm glad that it was clear to you as a reader. hopefully i can do some more "corruption" stories that you enjoy! also, i have returned from the break! it took a bit, but i'm back! i won't be doing stories every day but hopefully i can at least get through the asks in my inbox before tackling some new concepts ^^ if people have any story tropes or ideas they'd like to see, as always, feel free to come and tell me! thank you all for your patience!

[next-gen-men]

Hi! I really want to get in shape for the new year: lose fat, build some muscle, and just feel better about myself. But I'm really nervous to go to the gym. I've tried finding a personal trainer - no luck. Think you can find someone to help me become my best self?

Getting into shape was never easy, and you often found yourself struggling to feel comfortable or confident in your appearance. You felt like you had tried everything: trying out different diets online, working with personal trainers, and going to the gym to stay in shape. However, your previous experiences with judgmental trainers and cocky, obnoxious gym bros making fun of you turned you off from going on a more consistent basis. It was a constant struggle to feel like you could be the best person you could possibly be, without dealing with your own nerves and the looks you swore people gave you whenever you were at the gym.

Still, you kept on fantasizing about what life would be like if you were one of those many hot fitness influencers you saw on social media. They always seemed like they were living their best lives, posting thirst traps and muscle worship videos for millions of people to ogle over their beefy, sexy bodies. With plenty of people funneling money into those influencers, they were living the absolute dream. Every new post was some exclusive video about a new trip they were on, some sponsored post from a clothing company, or teasing their fans about some more exclusive one-on-one video chats if they paid an exorbitant amount of money. 

But entering the new year, you had a goal in mind. It wasn't so much a resolution as just your own determination to really feel like you had reached your best self. You wanted to do whatever it would take, although you weren't sure how you were going to get past all the uncomfortable stares and feelings you had. Still, nothing was going to stop you from becoming your best self, and you conveyed just as much to one of your close friends. 

Hopping on a call with him one night, you were busy catching up with each other about how the holidays were and how you spent the New Year celebrations. It was supposed to be a passing comment, something to answer that surface-level question about what your New Year's resolutions were. But you couldn't help but notice the small glimmer in your friend's eye as he gestured excitedly towards his screen during the video call.

"How about that trend people are doing now? You know, the one using AI to add muscle to their bodies and stuff? You could at least see what you looked like, as some sort of fantasy version of yourself. I heard it's great motivation to get you pumped about yourself, like a goal version that you can try and hit!"

You didn't have a particular interest in messing with AI. Still, you had seen a couple of images of people packing on muscles onto their more normal and unimpressive frames. But you also weren't someone who wanted to buy a premium version of any of them. As you were aware, most of those engines had a filter to prevent users from altering too many photos or doing anything explicit.

"Oh, no worries, dude! My brother got me a premium account for Christmas. It's with this off-brand version or something like that. I think it's called Chroniv-AIc? I think it's pretty specific to prompts with people, though; I can't seem to use it like the other engines do for simpler stuff. But apparently, he said I can alter as many photos as I want with the premium account. And it doesn't have all that stupid sexual filter on it, if you wanted to get really freaky with it," your friend teased, winking his eye at you as he shared his screen for you to look at. 

The application itself didn't seem any different from other AI tools, with a simple text box to enter prompts and upload images. There wasn't anything impressive about this, and for a moment, you wondered if this was even worth doing. But at your friend's insistence, you snapped a quick photo of yourself and sent it over for him to mess around with.

After a few moments, your friend began tapping away at his keyboard, and you watched as he uploaded your photo to change it. "Alright, what do we want to do first? You said you wanted to lose weight and gain some muscle, right? How about… we make you lose all your fat weight, and replace it with hard-earned muscle instead? Let's say you've been working out your whole life, with a big focus on just building up muscle. And let's have it make you shirtless too, so we can see what we're working with," your friend said eagerly as he hit enter.

As the AI began to generate a new image of yourself, you began to feel a strange, tingling sensation in yourself. It was slow and subtle, just a warmth that was spreading from your chest. A soft grunt slipped from your lips as you watched the changed image load in bit by bit. The image on the screen was the ideal body type that you had been wanting all this time. In the image, you saw the firm muscles jutting from your body, and all the fat seemed to have melted away. Instead of the image you had of yourself, the generated result was something far more reminiscent of those cocky fitness influencers you spent so much time scrolling through. You wanted to admire the enticing image a little longer. Still, your thoughts were distracted by the soft yet audible ripping of some clothes.

There was a tightness that surrounded your body, making your brows knit together in confusion. You had just bought this shirt specifically because of how loose and comfy it felt, so why did the sleeves and neckline cling so tightly to your skin? Glancing away from the video call, you glanced down at yourself to only be greeted by a swelling body beneath the fabric. A soft gasp slipped out of your lips as you watched two heaving mounds rise up under your shirt, like two loaves of bread rising up in the oven. A pulsing heat ran up and down your body once more, causing you to shudder in surprise. What was going on?

Your quiet exploration of yourself was interrupted by the sound of your friend tapping away on his keyboard on the other end of the call, clearly focused on the new toy he got for the holidays instead of whatever was happening to you. "Hey, that's not too bad! Looking pretty good there, man. Like you spent your whole life working out at the gym instead of reading books and being a shut-in," he teased as he began typing that out. It was strange; there was a part of you that wanted to question why he was even typing out those specifics. The AI didn't need to know random things like that if it was just generating an image. But your friend seemed far too engrossed in typing out whatever he pleased now.

"What if I made you like, one of those cocky, jock influencers? You know, the ones that get all those clothing sponsorships and stuff? I bet this could generate an image of your fit body in some tight athletic wear. Showing it off like a model or some thirst trapper on social media," your friend continued as he hit enter on his request.

A flood of new memories began to pour into your head as you fell forward onto your keyboard with a low grunt. Whatever was causing your body to swell up was indeed accelerating at this point, and you watched as your arms hardened with thick cords of muscle. It was clear that even without flexing, your biceps were forming prominent, mountainous peaks that stretched and strained the sleeves of your shirt. However, as your clothes began to rip and tear along with your morphing body, you watched in amazement as the fabric reshaped and reformulated into something skin-tight. The texture was more like a polyester-spandex blend, stretchy and accommodating to your bulging muscles.

Your previous hobbies began to slip away, and you could only recall memories of you heading to the gym and pumping iron as if your life depended on it. The repeated mantra in your brain was "No pain, no gain," and you found that you loved nothing more than the feeling of extra sore muscles from a long and hard pump. That and the strained flexes you did in the mirror to track your own progress. Your formerly meek and unconfident self was melting away into something more cocky and sure in yourself. After all, when you put in this much hard work to build up your body like this, who wouldn't want to look like you? You brought up one of your meaty hands to grope at your big muscle pec, squeezing it through the skin-tight outfit. Just the tentative squeeze drew out a low groan from you, and you found your puffy nipples enjoying the extra sensitivity as they rubbed against the fabric.

"H-Hahh… Hngh…” You muttered into the microphone as you raised your head up carefully. There was a part of you that felt like something was off, and that you were supposed to say something to your friend to stop him from doing any more strange prompts. But the other man hardly seemed bothered to glance up at the camera. Instead, he was preoccupied with drooling over the AI-generated image of you that looked oddly more and more like the person you were seeing in your own reflection. When you looked at the camera, you found yourself staring back at a rather handsome, chiseled visage. The man looked like you, if you spent most of your days out in the sun tanning instead. That, and if you could grow out a healthy smattering of facial hair. You brought one hand up to rub at the dark stubble, enjoying the prickly feeling as you flashed a pearly-white smile at yourself. Of course, your fans always seemed to love the photos that you posted of yourself online whenever you let them get a taste of your hairy chest.

The inkling of fans made you stutter for a moment, and there was a flicker of uncertainty over the model-like face. But it was quickly shut off by the audible click of the other man tapping the enter button on his end of the keyboard. Staring at the typed input, your mouth dropped as you watched your friend type in a prompt about visualizing you with an extra fat butt that you loved showing off, making sure that people saw just how much work you put into developing your thick quads and glutes. The whole process was turning into something that was far beyond what you had signed up for, as this wasn't even part of the original request. But your attempts to protest were supplemented by the trailing warmth shifting down towards the lower half of your body. Your eyes moved down to see your legs beginning to pump up with extra pounds of muscle being packed on your shredded frame. "W-What the fuuuuuuck!?"

"I know, right? This engine can really do everything. I can't believe it'll even take requests like this!" The skimpy man on the other end of the call chattered away as he marveled at the generated image. The man on the screen certainly had a nice, plump bottom, dressing himself in very minimal clothes as he showed off some nice underwear. You forgot that the other man had added some context about being shirtless or whatever. Your brain was too busy catching up on the fact that you had raised up a couple of extra inches in your chair. Without even glancing behind yourself, you could immediately tell that the extra height was from the additional padding that came with your jiggling butt. Thoughts of men and women always complimenting your plump cheeks at the gym began to wriggle into your mind, becoming core memories, as you would always make jokes and smack your gym bros' bare bottoms in the showers. But no one could really compare to the fat rump that you had. Even the AI-generated image was lacking in that regard.

A slight smirk began to find its way onto your lips as your free hand slid down to feel up the veiny muscles of your quads and calves. Unlike other guys, you loved leg day in the gym. For one thing, you were powerful in that area. Still, then again, with a muscled body like yours, you excelled at everything physical. Still, you couldn't get enough of those jealous and envious stares from other dudes as you walked around, as you knew in the back of your mind that none of them could ever become as powerful as you. It was fun to entertain them, though, and fill their little heads with fantasies that they too could reach your level if they put in the effort and "hard work," like this little twerp that you hopped on the call with. You figured he was only here to catch a glimpse of your famed ass, even when the whole point was supposed to be some one-on-one coaching.

"A body like that, though… I mean, it's a shame that the AI-you isn't a pornstar or something," the nerd on the other side muttered to himself as he tapped away at his keyboard. You could barely make out what he was saying to himself now, only rolling your eyes as you heard something about "incredible stamina" and a "horse-sized cock." The whole point of this wasn't to draw up some weird fantasies or anything. You had only sent some photos of yourself to show him the before-and-after progress and get him on board. But the idea of him doing something weird and sexual to your god-body was rubbing you the wrong way. Clearing your throat, you cast a stony gaze at the camera in an attempt to grab the other man's attention.

"Yo, dude. I ain't about that sorta stuff. The whole point of this was to show you what progress looks liiii—"

Moans began to stumble out from your lips as you felt the pouch of your underwear become increasingly tight around your hefty package. What was something more average and normal began to swell and lengthen until it was truly an envy. Even without dropping your sweaty gym shorts, you could see the visible outline of your semi-hard cock pressed up against the fabric. Thoughts of tucking it away and finding ways to hide it so you weren't creating obscene scenes for people made their way to the forefront of your mind. People had complained about it before, but you never really gave it much thought.

Your balls swelled and pumped out an excess of testosterone, turning the hanging orbs into juicy hormone-pumping ball factories. Reaching down to pull down your shorts and underwear, you grunted as the veiny length twitched under your light touches. You let out a slow chuckle as you rubbed yourself, knowing that your heavy musk would linger on your fingers. The leaking droplets of precum were a nice replacement for lube as your thick fingers slipped along the underside of your swaying shaft. Even after a shower, it was hard to hide the heady and masculine scent that hovered around you as you passed by other people. Of course, with your side gig as an OnlyFans star, it was only natural that the guys at the gym would line up for a chance to have some time with you in the showers. The only reason you hadn't yet been kicked out for that big orgy of men worshipping your cock and muscles the other day was that the manager was too busy gagging away on your fat length while the owner was feasting on your puckered hole. All of you came up with a suitable arrangement after that.

At this point, you realized that the twerpy fan on the other end of the call had looked up from the screen he was too entranced with and was gaping at you. He was too busy saying something, but you couldn't focus on much else beyond how good it felt whenever you touched yourself. It was clear that he was pleasuring himself on the other end, with how his words stuttered, and his face became more flushed. But just before you could figure out why you were even talking to him, the watch on your wrist beeped.

"Sorry, dude, but it looks like our time's up," you said with a chuckle as you brought your arms up for a firm flex. You slid your underwear back on, making sure to tuck in your thick, lengthy cock against that stretched pouch. Smirking into the camera as you offered up another firm flex of your muscles, you make sure to wink and blow a kiss at your fan. "If you wanna chat with me again, you'll have to pay again for an extra session. Since you're such a dedicated sub of mine, though, maybe I'll mail you a special surprise of my underwear after I'm done with my workout today."

You grinned as you watched the skimpy man on the other side of the call moan needily. His face contorted on the call, and you could only guess that he had cummed inside his pants. Huffing in amusement, it was all par for the course for those horny, nerdy fans of yours. But it didn't matter much to you as you ended the call. They could never end up with a body like yours, no matter how hard they tried. Instead, it was better that they spent all their life savings worshipping a god like you, making sure that they funded the thirst-trapping, fitness influencer lifestyle you had worked so hard to achieve.

It really was a dream come true.

[next-gen-men]

just doing an ooc update after finishing the Advent series + answering some faqs / self-reflecting about where i want to take this blog ^^ (and decompressing after the past month)

did you have the stories planned out beforehand? sorta; i had a general idea of what transformation i wanted to do each day, and a general template of who the character would be in the story (i.e., professor, dancer, roommate, etc). but i wrote up each story every day! it wasn't my plan to do a long standing series; i had originally intended to just do like, one-two line captions with some hot photos to make it easy on me. but one thing led to another and we had a whole storyline 😅

will you do something like this again? advent 2026? ...probably not? tbh, the experience was pretty tough to do, and i spent a majority of my life working on these stories for a month. it likely won't be feasible to keep doing long form series like this, or at least posting stories every day of that length. i did enjoy the experience, though, and it definitely challenged me to think more creatively and about the way i wrote. but "flash writing," as i'll call this, also made me feel a bit self conscious about the really, really rough proofreading and editing i was doing, and i definitely struggled with writer's block and burnout! the deadline helped force me to write consistently, but it also was probably an unnecessary stressor with making sure i got things out on time of relative quality. i want to enjoy writing and putting out fun stories for people to read, but i don't want it to feel like a chore.

what's next for the blog now that the series is done? a nice long break for me!!! currently, i'm on break from grad school rn, but i head back next week and will probably be busy with papers and such. i want to enjoy the little time i have left since i devoted most of it into the series hehe. i also want to go back to my roots of indie rping, since i put that mostly on hold to work on the Advent series. that being said, i'm definitely not done writing stories. i have a few asks left in my inbox that i hope to get to (at a relatively reasonable time frame, but please bear with me if you've sent something in 😅). and there's a few more story ideas that i have that i need to flesh out some outlines for.

can we send you ideas / asks / story suggestions? of course! you're more than welcome to send things in; my inbox and messages are open. just note that a) i will be busy with irl / school things very soon and b) this blog is not my main account, so it may take me some time to respond or get to things. but! if there are any stories / tfs that you particularly like, or if there's anything from the Advent series that were interesting that you'd like me to revisit, feel free to let me know! for me, it's helpful to know what stuff people like or don't like, since i'd like people to enjoy the stories that i'm putting out there too (but obvi pls be respectful about it and patient with me... 🥺)

and that should be it, i think! if there's anything else people would like to know, as always, the inbox and messages are open. i realize (after doing daily posts) that i won't be communicating daily anymore so this is my message of gratitude and updating y'all about what's next ^^ thank you all again so much for the support; i really did start this on a whim and i'm so glad people are enjoying the stories + series ><

have a happy new year and i hope y'all have lots of big, beefy, muscular transformations this year! daddies, jocks, and himbos galore! 🎉🥳

[next-gen-men]

🎆 January 1st 🎇 - Merge Transformation - Ethan

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The clock strikes twelve, and people shout with glee, What could be better than dancing, you see? This life is now your new reality— Jump and join the roaring New Year party! Body on body, the sweat starts to build. No fancy thoughts, just a hole to be filled. These are your people, the vibes are your guild. Flash those hefty pecs and show off your build!

When his boyfriend dragged him out for the night to celebrate the new year, Ethan had dutifully followed along. Marcus had been planning a surprise trip for them to go out with their friends for some time, as a night to enjoy a New Year's party at the club. Most people were already out, jumping away to the deep bass of the music. There was supposed to be a big headliner tonight at the club, a DJ by the name of BoyLux. Apparently, it was rare for him to make an appearance, but the club had put out numerous promotions and paid a good amount of money for the DJ to come out and perform on New Year's. Everyone was thrumming with anticipation and excitement, eager to catch a glimpse of the world-renowned artist.

While his friends searched for a spot to stand amidst the crowd, Ethan felt the soft chime of a notification on his phone. With one hand in his boyfriend’s as he was led around, the young man pulled his device out with the other to read it carefully. Opening up the strange Advent calendar app, he watched as the main screen morphed into a single button, with a gift-wrapped present bobbing for him to tap on.

Congratulations on completing the calendar!  (And all related additional tasks) As promised, you will receive your reward for the task! We hope you enjoyed this app. Please leave us a rating and review in the App Store! Until next time! Enjoy the new year, Ethan!

There was an eerie wave of uncanniness that washed over him as he read his name in the app’s message once more. It wasn’t the first time they had done so, and likely pulled his name from the account. But there was something so plain and straightforward about seeing his name there, as if it were a message explicitly directed to him. But before he could think about the strange message any longer, there was a sharp, staticky shock that jolted his fingers. Ethan yelped as he clung to his phone, not wanting to drop it in the busy club. However, the pain left him shaking at his hand in surprise at the stinging sensation. Glancing back at his phone, he saw that the app had already uninstalled itself, as if there was no more reason for him to keep it around.

Frowning a bit at his phone, he glanced up to see his boyfriend’s inquisitive face staring back at him. “It’s nothing,” Ethan clarified with a small, awkward chuckle as he tried to reassure Marcus amidst the loud music. Just beyond them, he could see a couple of his friends, including Angelo and Devon, waving them over. Gently tapping Marcus on the back of his hand, Ethan tilted his head towards the bathrooms. “I’m just gonna use the bathroom for sec! I’ll come find y’all after!”

The music was overpowering, but Ethan got his message across. Marcus nodded as he let his hand go, and the young man was weaving his way through the crowd towards the side of the club, where the bathrooms were. And he bobbed and weaved through them. There was a strange feeling in his stomach, like he really had to relieve himself or something. Ethan’s footsteps began to hurry up as that feeling worsened, and the young man was all but running over to deal with his issue.

Barreling into the bathroom, he barely noticed the man whom he accidentally bumped into. Ethan stammered out a weak apology as he bolted towards the bathroom stall, quickly finding his way over towards the toilet to see if something would come out of him. His stomach felt like it was on fire at this point, and Ethan wondered if he had contracted food poisoning from something he had eaten.

Unfortunately, the young man forgot, in his hurry, to lock the stall behind him, and the man he bumped into before came charging in with a look of fury in his eyes. “What the hell was that? Dude, you should be more careful where you walk. You almost took me out, you fucker. And if you’re going to run into someone, then apologize for it! Or look where you’re going!” The older man was more skimpily dressed, all dolled up as if he were about to head out on stage to perform. But the moment he saw Ethan sprawled out over the toilet bowl, looking about as green as a frog, the stranger loosened up on his reprimands.

“Aw shit man, are you feeling okay or something? You look green as fuck. Yo, lemme go get some help or something for you. I’ve got some guys out there that can get you somewhere more private,” the stranger offered, reaching out to pat Ethan’s shoulder reassuringly. “I can get some water or something too if you need it, bro.”

Ethan only groaned as his head lolled about, brushing against the other’s warm arm when he felt a firm hand clasping at his shoulders. “...H-Help… Please… help me up…” he whimpered, the younger man clutching at his stomach as the fiery feeling grew stronger the more contact he had with the other man. Thankfully, the other man didn’t seem to be put off by his discomfort, and the stranger helped pull Ethan upright so they could move over to the sinks instead.

“Here, get some water on your face or something, man. You look like you’re really sick. Or dehydrated or something. Did you take anything before you came here?” the stranger continued as he guided Ethan’s arms over to the sink. But the young man could only groan in response, his brows knit together as he struggled through the uncomfortable feeling. As Ethan splashed some cool water on his face, the only thing he could make out from the other man’s words was “come here.” His head felt so dizzy and foggy, and his eyes were all but fluttering shut as Ethan did his best to focus on something. But his body naturally moved forward, stumbling away from the sink and collapsing halfway onto the other man.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, okay, look, man, you gotta get off. I can get you help, but you gotta stand up,” the stranger stammered as his arms reached out to catch Ethan. There was a sudden weight to the young man that he didn’t feel before, like the young man had gained fifty pounds or so from the walk over to the toilet. Whatever was happening was starting to affect the other man, too, and he grunted while struggling to push Ethan off of him.

But to his horror, when he raised his arms, he could see the young man’s body starting to sink into him. It was slow and deliberate, as if Ethan were melting into quicksand. But such a thing was humanly impossible, and it made him start to panic. “Dude! Dude, something’s wrong! You gotta wake up! We have to get help, man! Fuck, I gotta get on stage in a few minutes. No, no, no,...”

Ethan stirred slowly from his delirious state, only staring back into the handsome visage of the older man. He whimpered as he tried to push himself off the other’s thick and meaty pecs, but gasped as the wriggling made him sink in deeper. Ethan’s eyes widened in surprise and shock as he took stock of his current situation, which involved him being elbow-deep inside the other man’s forearms. “W-What… what the—?”

The merging of their bodies was slow and lethargic, almost moving at a snail’s pace as Ethan sank into the other man’s bodies. Their cries for help and their pleas for this to stop were quickly muffled as Ethan’s mouth found the other’s. Their eyes widened as their lips pressed against each other into a long kiss. But instead of breaking for air, the two of them continued to push against each other until their heads started to meld together. And as the last bits of Ethan’s body slipped into the other man, both of them wondered if these were the last moments that they had alive.

There was a darkness that seemed to envelop them, their consciousness and minds hovering in a space as two separate entities. And then, like the gravitational force of a black hole, they felt the last bits of themselves that they could call their own being crammed into each other. Memories of being a son in a family with three brothers and a father merged with memories of being a successful and mysterious musical artist. Ethan could feel his consciousness enveloping the stranger’s, gaining access to all his past life. He found himself recalling a past life where his name was Ryan, and how he had spent his time making sure he was the hottest, sexiest DJ around the world. He felt himself gaining years, no longer a graduate student but someone older and more established in his career.

Ethan’s eyes shot open from the darkness as he gasped, the frayed edges of his mind still closing the open gaps from the two bodies merging. He scrambled up to his feet, staring at himself as he took in the new features of himself. What was impressive was the way his body seemed to swell and bulk up with all this extra mass. While Ryan had been strong and a prominent gym goer from before, even he hadn’t managed to achieve this level of bulk. Ethan let one of his hands reach up carefully to squeeze and grope at his pecs, only grunting as a jolt of pleasure shot through his body. All that extra mass from their two bodies had joined to make the beefiest, muscular man possible. There was so much definition and heft to his body, and as he leaned against the bathroom counter, he could feel the absolute weight in his steps.

Moaning as he continued to explore himself, Ethan tilted his head to the side to examine the more aged features of his face. He had a nice dusting of facial hair, something that he hadn’t managed before genetically. But now, he had a defined moustache and some dusting of a goatee or beard, depending on how much he wished to shave. The shadow and stubble made him excited for all the possibilities that he never had before, and Ethan couldn’t stop running his fingers over the prickly, stubbly feeling.

He shuddered as his cock twitched once more from the lack of attention inside his pants, and Ethan carefully peeled back his pants to eye the newly lengthened and fattened monster stuffed into his tight briefs. Reaching down with trembling hands, he fished out the hefty length and let it fall onto the countertop with a resounding smack. Groaning at the cold sensation of the marble underneath his cock, he began rolling and rutting his hips against the smooth surface. With one hand on top of the cock, he watched as the length started to stiffen and fill with blood, until it was a hardened club that would be swaying between his thick thighs like a third leg, if he hadn’t propped it up to play with.

“H–Hah… Ngh… Oh fuck… Fuck yeah…” Ethan groaned as he pumped at his cock, loving the way his defined abs tensed and flexed as he pleasured himself. He loved the way his biceps popped and flexed as his hands provided just the right amount of friction for his cock as he rubbed it against the counter. His breathing became more ragged and heavy as he touched himself, only lifting his eyes to stare at himself in the mirror. Ethan’s lips curled up into a cocky smirk as he took in the sexually explicit display he was putting on, with his big, bare ass on display as he tugged the rest of his pants down.

“F-Fuck… Oh fuck, I’m gonna… I’m so fuckin’ close–” Ethan moaned, the merged man loving the slick feeling of precum spurting out from his cock slit. The damp, sticky feeling was providing some nice lubricant as he rubbed and touched himself. Ethan’s free hand slid over his torso, groping and squeezing at all the beefy muscles he could touch as he felt his thrusting begin to quicken. He was nearing that ever-so-pleasurable climax, and he didn’t plan on holding back anymore. Not when he looked as hot as he did now.

“Hahh… Hngh…. Oh, shit! Shit, shit! Fuckin’ hell, I’m gonna— Ngh–!”

The only sounds in the bathroom for the next few moments were the thick, heavy spurts of cum splattering all over the mirror and Ethan’s heavy, deep moans of arousal as he rode out his orgasm. The experience was extremely erotic for him, and the orgasm lasted longer than it ever had for him before. Panting and heaving as he slowly regained some clarity in his mind, Ethan glanced up with a smirk at the mirror, absolutely dripping in his seed. He chuckled at the rather explosive load of his, only reaching down to scoop up some seed still dripping off his cock head. Bringing his finger up, the beefy man licked his fingertips clean of his new seed and mewled lewdly with satisfaction at his taste.

“Fuck yeah… I’m so fuckin’ hot, man…”

Cumming so quickly and explosively after his merge with Ryan had forced the last bits of their combined bodies to fuse. There was no life before or life after for Ethan now. This was just all his. Memories that were of his or Ryan’s were soon all his, and the world shifted around the changed dynamic to accommodate the being of one new person. He groaned as he rolled back his lats and shoulders, feeling the pop and crack of his bones as he began pulling up his pants. Ethan grinned as he tucked away his still-chubbed cock into his tight briefs. He played with the underside of his sensitive cock through the tight fabric, only shuddering at the sensual feelings running through him like electricity. “Oh, shit… Hah, I better behave, or I’ll never make it on stage, and my manager will kill me if I miss the show.”

Buttoning up his pants, Ethan grabbed his shirt and decided to sling it over his shoulder instead. There was no need for him to put a shirt on, not when it was New Year’s Eve, and he was performing at a club full of gays who would thirst after his beefy, hot body. With a new personality and memories in place, the confident DJ stepped out of the bathroom, strolling past the throngs of people to make his way up to the stage to give his performance.

On his journey towards the backstage area, Ethan caught a glimpse of Jabari and Devon, who were flexing their muscles and talking with Junseo. The trio was likely comparing their workout routines, the types of lifts they were doing, and the nutritional plans they were following. It was almost comical seeing the three beefy muscle men flex and pose inside the gay club, given how they had all said that they would never consider doing anything with another guy. But given the way the three of them were sizing each other up, groping at their pecs, and squeezing their biceps, Ethan wouldn’t have been surprised if he saw them making out together at a later point, if there were enough drinks in them.

Memories of the three of them working out and lifting with Ethan began to fill in his mind, as he often found them together at the gym at the same time as him. It was helpful to have a group of bros that he could rely on whenever he needed someone to spot him if he wanted to go heavy or if he needed someone to help film his posture. Their text group thread, called ‘Gym Rats 4 Gym Brats,’ had been buzzing Ethan’s phone earlier today, with the three of them expressing just how excited they were to see him perform and put on a show for New Year's. Ethan had made sure to set aside some extra free entrance tickets for his gym bros.

Passing by another group of people, he caught a glimpse of Ricky, Samir, and Victor engaging in a rather salacious and scandalous threesome. While Ricky and Victor were family, the two young men were always eager to have some fun with each other, so long as they could find a willing third. Ethan remembered sitting them both down and having the important talk about being safe and respectful of their partners when they first started showing interest. He didn’t mind having that conversation with them, given how, as the oldest son in the family, he felt responsible for making sure that his youngest brother and younger cousin knew what they were getting themselves into.

As for Samir, the big, beefy daddy was always looking for some fun with people whenever he got the chance. Ethan had hooked up with him plenty of times in the past, as the two of them often found the warm embrace of each other in their beefy bodies whenever they were in town. But tonight, since Ethan would be busy performing on stage, Samir had satiated his lustful need of fucking and being fucked by being the third with Ricky and Victor. Ethan’s younger cousin had the hairy daddy’s legs spread wide as he plunged his thick cock deep inside of him, while Samir’s own fat length was ramming repeatedly into Victor’s jiggling bubble butt. The three of them moved in perfect rhythm, an orgasmic viewing of three bodies melting and merging as one harmonious unit.

Ethan took the offered bottle from one of his staff members, only half listening to them as they explained the setup of his set. His eyes were still trained on the crowd, watching them as they ground and frotted away to the heavy beats of the club music. It wouldn’t be long until his show went on, and Ethan would have them all rolling around in one big New Year’s orgy. He spied the sexy coffee shop owners in the back, with Amir and Aditya trapping the cute sub daddy in Ethan’s apartment. Trevor was busy mouthing away and kissing both of them with a greedy need, his eyes fluttering shut as the two owners took care of him.

If he looked closely enough, Ethan could have sworn he caught a glimpse of something slick and goopy slipping into Trevor’s mouth, causing the hairy daddy to buckle over and gag a few times. But both Amir and Aditya helped him through his coughing fit, and Trevor was soon standing back up with a lustful gaze in his eyes. The three of them resumed their makeout session, eagerly leaving slick trails of saliva as their shirtless, sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. When Trevor pulled out his phone to type out a quick message, Ethan was sure he was texting his husband to come over and join him in all this fun.

Speaking of Trevor’s husband, Ethan spied Leo in the back, enjoying the comforts of another couple, his second youngest brother, Henry, and his boyfriend, Noel. The two of them had their noses pressed up against Leo’s beefy pecs and his sweaty pits, with the large daddy trapping the two of them underneath his firm flexes. From what he could see in the dim lighting, Ethan could make out some rather pleased and satisfied faces with both Noel and Henry, so he figured they were having as much fun as they could have wanted.

Leo’s expression clearly indicated how satisfied he was with having two sets of mouths worship his hairy, muscular body, and with the three of them stripping down to very minimal bits of clothes, Ethan could count the moments it would take before all three of them engaged in some hardcore hook-ups together. Trevor’s texts for his husband to join him with his own fun would undoubtedly have to wait, as it seemed to Ethan that Leo had more pressing issues at hand to handle.

Making it onto the main stage, the introduction and the grand reveal of Ethan as DJ BoyLux had a reception unlike any other. It was all routine for him at this point, given that he had spent his whole life refining his musical craft as an artist. But performing on stage, dancing at gay festivals, and putting on such massive raves and absolute bangers for people to vibe and have sex at? Now, that was just the added cream on top. Even tonight, with his family coming out to support him and see what he could do, Ethan couldn’t help but want to put on a show for them, making sure that they could see just how passionate and successful he was at this.

With smoke billowing behind him, his shirt cast aside, and the LED lights and lasers doing an absolute show all around him, Ethan grabbed his microphone and yelled out into the club for the partygoers to respond to.

“Let’s fuckin’ goooo! Live it up, bitches! This year is our year! Let’s lift, fuck, and live our best lives, you sluts! Happy fuckin’ New Year!”

Roaring into the mic, the crowd erupted into cheers as the chiming sound of the clock striking midnight rang throughout the place. Ethan turned his attention back to his table, turning and twisting his knobs for the next song to transition in. It was a deep and heavy bass, enough to make everyone start bopping and grinding the night away.

He watched as his father, Lucas, was busy gifting some club patrons his leftover flowers from the holidays. Even if Lucas wasn’t exactly one to come out clubbing or raving, Ethan still appreciated the way his father would always show him his support. And if he wanted to expand his own business with the people who attended Ethan’s concerts and shows, then who was he to stop him? He watched as Lucas offered up some potted poinsettias to his friend Chayut and the celebrity Rafael, the two of them awkwardly accepting the gift as his father tried to explain how to best care for the vibrantly red flowers.

And perhaps it was just a trick of his eye, or the dim lighting from all the laser beams, but Ethan could have sworn that the flowers in their hands shifted and moved just a bit, as if they had sentience. His father had always teased Ethan about his plants having magical and mystical properties, but given that it was the new year, the DJ couldn’t help but grin as he imagined that to be true. After all, in the new year, everyone could use a bit more luck and magic on their side.

Moving on to his next set of songs, Ethan managed to glance up at the balcony to see how packed the club was that night. In one of the more VIP boxes, he caught a glimpse of a rather beefy man with a slimmer man standing by his side. The two of them were still dressed in some more festive, Christmas attire, although their main focus was fixated on the chubby man perched on top of the first man’s lap. Their hands roamed over the fat and muscles in the other’s frame, and Ethan could barely make out the backside of someone who looked quite similar to his childhood friend, Kyle.

The two figures noticed Ethan staring at them, and his eyes widened in recollection of the two magical, mythical beings of Santa and his elf Joko grinning back at him. Santa offered the DJ a sly smirk and a juicy pec of his right pec, before turning his attention back to rubbing and squeezing at Kyle’s bulging stomach. The three of them seemed somewhat fixated on seeing how much Kyle could eat and drink at the club, and Ethan wondered if the next time he heard from Kyle, it would be from him being stranded out at the North Pole from a mysterious one-night stand.

The club had provided some dancers and strippers to perform at some small, isolated poles and separate spaces away from the main stage. Ethan was able to pinpoint the somewhat familiar Benito, a regular dancer at the club, whom he had gotten to know quite well after performing here a couple of times. The dancer was known for his sensual and seductive approaches. If it weren’t for DJ BoyLux performing tonight, Ethan was certain that Benito would have throngs of men all crowding around for him to pay them even the slightest attention.

He watched as Benito pulled up two men from the crowd, only humming in amusement as he recognized the familiar faces of his friends Isaiah and Rome. It seemed as though Benito was pulling out his signature move of bringing on two lucky patrons to grind up on and give a lap dance to. But both of the other men seemed quite willing to join in the fun, also stripping down and partying along with Benito. Isaiah was clad in a rather skimpy, skin-tight outfit that clung to his hairy body, while Rome wore his signature, sweaty jockstrap that was filled with his musk. The party was far from over, and they had the rest of the night to live it up until the sun came up and the club closed for the day.

No one seemed to be having as much fun as Ethan’s younger brother, Danny, though, the jock eagerly dancing around and making out with as many people as he could. The beefy jock was thrilled to have the time of his life, enjoying the full moon in its fullest as he mashed his lips against a small, twinkish man. Danny only pulled away after a long moment, some strands of saliva dripping from their lips as they turned to seek out someone else from the crowd. The dazed twink only stumbled backwards against one of the cement poles, resting his back there as his eyes glazed over. Ethan tapped his chin in thought, snapping his fingers in recognition of the familiar, cute face. Felipe; that was his name.

Danny was an unrelenting force, though, as he spotted the celebrity Ronen trying to make his way over to Rafael. The jock, stopping the man from interrupting Rafael’s conversation with his father, Lucas, decided that the best way to distract him was to kiss him hard and firmly on the lips. And so, Ethan was granted the beautiful view of his younger brother making out with one of the most sought-after celebrities by the gays, chuckling as he rolled his eyes at the sight. Danny always found a way to get the things that he wanted, and after swapping spit with the confused Ronen, pranced away into the depths of the crowds to seek out another victim.

Soon, Ethan’s allotted time for his performance was up, and the DJ was strolling off the stage with a sheen of sweat coating his bouncing pecs as he stepped backstage. The club was still thumping and thriving with plenty of people who didn’t want the night to end just yet, and the owners of the club were more than happy to keep up the vibes. But Ethan’s contract was fulfilled, and he wanted to enjoy the New Year’s celebrations himself. He was greeted by the sight of his loving boyfriends, Marcus and Angelo, the three of them having made it an official throuple a few months ago. The two of them eagerly awaited him, holding out a towel and a bottle of water for him to clean himself up and hydrate with.

“You were spectacular, babe! Always know how to put on a banger,” Marcus hummed as he leaned in to kiss Ethan gently on the lips.

“Everyone out there was going absolutely feral, especially when you came on shirtless. I know your stylist was picky about the clothes, but I think that was such a delicious decision you made. Especially since I know I’m one of the lucky people who really gets to enjoy you being shirtless in private,” Angelo teased as he leaned in as well, letting their sweaty pecs rub up against each other. “Where was this sexy beast all along? I can’t wait to see what you’re like in bed later tonight.”

Marcus hummed as he tilted Angelo’s head to the side, kissing him firmly on the lips to stop him from talking. “Easy, tiger. Let’s let him get dressed and freshened up, yeah? I bet he wants to enjoy the night too, before we start ripping our clothes off each other. C’mon, we’ll be waiting outside. We left some clothes out for you to dress yourself,” he mused, pressing a small kiss to Ethan’s temple as he left the room with Angelo in tow.

“Bye, babe! See you in a bit!”

Ethan sighed as he sat down in one of the chairs, using his towel to wipe at his sweaty torso. The DJ was pleased with yet another successful show, and he was glad to have a New Year's celebration with all his friends and family around. He let his eyes close for just a moment, savoring the way things were and how great his life was now. This was right. This felt good. And it was all his to enjoy.

Opening his eyes, Ethan moved over to the dressing stand and began pulling on the clothes that his boyfriends picked out for him. It was fitted with some particularly skimpy underwear, some skin-tight clothes, and some party sunglasses that gave him a sci-fi retro vibe. Grinning as he looked himself over in the mirror, Ethan raised his arms to flex cockily. He was hot and sexy and successful, and there was nothing better than this.

“New year, new me,” he muttered softly under his breath, before he flashed a cocky wink at himself and left the room to enjoy the night’s festivities.

...and this marks the finale for the Advent calendar series! i hope people enjoyed the stories! i'll do a follow-up ooc post to answer questions + talk about what's next, but for now, i'll be taking a nice and long rested break after completing this! ^^ hope everyone enjoyed, and have a happy new year! (as for all the links in the post, tumblr has a stupid rule of only allowing 30 images in a post, but i didn't want to detract from all the nice images i found for ethan and ryan. so i left them in as links, while leaving behind images of everyone who was a part of ethan's journey in this finale!)

[next-gen-men]

December 31st - Raygun / Science Transformation - Leo + Trevor

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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We hope you’ve enjoyed these tales that we’ve spun. Don’t forget to play with your new raygun!

"Ta-da! Merry Christmas!"

Ethan stared at the crudely wrapped gift being shoved into his hands, only staring back at Leo with a raised brow in confusion as the other man eagerly bounced on the balls of his feet. It was clear what the gift was, given how poorly the other man attempted to hide it. But as far as Ethan could tell, it looked like a toy gun bundled up with some paper taped over it.

Clearing his throat, he tilted his head as he looked over at Leo. "...You know Christmas was a few days ago, right?"

Leo huffed as he flashed his best puppy-dog look at Ethan, wide eyes gazing up at his friend as he leaned in close. "I know… but I didn't get to see you until now! And if it's too late, then we can say it's a New Year's gift instead! You like it, right? Please say you like it!"

Unable to contain his amusement at how cute the other man was when he was pleading with him, Ethan only pushed Leo back so he could sit back on the couch. "Alright, alright, let me open it first! Sheesh, you're so eager about this, huh? I didn't even think to get you something, man. I'm sorry about that."

But the other man shook his head as he turned his gaze towards Ethan, unwrapping the gift. "Oh, I don't need anything! I just saw this and wanted you to have it, so I took it!" In Ethan's lap was a slim device, reminiscent of a science ray gun with buttons and knobs on the side. The label on it read "Care Bear Gun 3000," although Ethan doubted there was an actual store that sold something like this.

"Leo… where did you get this?"

Apparently, the question was enough to make the other man flush a soft shade of pink, confirming to Ethan that Leo had gotten this somewhere he shouldn't have. The young man watched as his friend shuffled about awkwardly on the sofa, only glancing up once he had worked up the courage to admit the truth. Leo mumbled something quietly, only flinching when Ethan raised a curious brow at him.

"...I found it in the science lab. The people seemed so excited about it, so I thought it would be a good gift. I don't know what it does, though, but it looked nice, and I wanted you to have it. So you can't be mad at me about that!" Leo protested, puffing his chest out as a way of making himself seem bigger and determined to not be at fault. The whole behavior and interaction were wildly cute to Ethan, only causing him to burst out laughing in amusement at how silly his friend was being.

Ethan reached over to ruffle his friend's hair, only patting his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm not mad, but we'll return this after we play with it for a bit, okay? I'm sure the lab people are freaking out about where their project has gone. Stealing stuff isn't good to; you wouldn't like it if someone took your stuff without you asking, right?" Once he had properly reprimanded the other man for taking something that wasn't his, Ethan turned his focus towards the strange raygun that Leo had snagged from the lab.

Carefully turning it over in his hand as he inspected it, he noticed that there were a few knobs on the sides, each with its own label. There wasn't any clear indication of what they meant, only labeled with letters like "P" or "H." Ethan fiddled with it before putting the raygun on its safety lock. Pointing it at an empty wall, he gestured for Leo to stay put on the couch. "I'm just going to test this out, okay? Just to see what happens."

When he pulled the trigger, a pink laser light shot out from the tip of the gun, offering a steady stream of light that struck the blank wall. And yet, after a moment or two of Ethan shooting the raygun, nothing had happened. He took his finger off the trigger, frowning as he looked at the strange device in his hands. While he hadn't wanted explosive or damaging to the walls of the apartment, Ethan was a bit disappointed with how nothing seemed to change. His thoughts were interrupted when Leo gently poked his side, holding a little paper pamphlet in his hand.

"Oh, they also had this, by the way. Something next to the gift. Looked important, so I grabbed it too!" Leo hummed, clearly proud of himself and forgetful of everything Ethan had just scolded him for a few minutes ago. Sighing as he took the offered manual, Ethan sat back down on the couch, flipping through the scribbled notes about what the different knobs meant. He also noted the small slogan underneath the name of the raygun on the front of the manual.

Turning boys into caring bear daddies! For all your lonely needs!

As Ethan skimmed through the manual, reading whatever he could amidst the strange chicken-scratch writing, his thoughts were interrupted by the front door slamming open, causing both him and Leo to flinch in surprise. Drawing his gaze up, Ethan felt himself grimacing at the sight of Trevor sneering down at them, still shirtless and sweaty after a quick pump at the gym.

"Yo, this little fag came back? Ain't no way. I thought you moved out or something, bruh. What's a little bitch like you doing here? Are you here to beg me to take you back as my slutty, beta boy bitch slave?" Trevor laughed as he closed the door behind him. Stomping over towards the couch, he jerked his head towards the raygun in Ethan's hands. "What's that? Some dumb little soyboy toy you're trying to play with? Here, give it over. You don't deserve shit like that."

Leo huffed as he moved to keep the gun in Ethan's hands. "It was my gift to him! For the New Year. You can't take things that don't belong to you," he protested. And if the situation hadn't gotten so tense, Ethan would have laughed at the irony of his friend saying such a thing. But Trevor wasn't amused at the two of them standing up to him, and he moved to grab the raygun from Ethan's lap. "Yeah, right. You don't give gifts for New Year's. What are you, stupid or some shit? When I said 'give it over,' I wasn't asking."

But Ethan's hand was still placed on the trigger, and he did his best to try to pull the gift away from Trevor's tight grasp. Unfortunately, the scuffle accidentally flipped the safety switch back off once more, and Ethan's finger pressed on the trigger, shooting a beam of pretty pink lasers onto the aggressive man's chest. The effect was almost instantaneous, with Trevor stumbling away from him, releasing his grip on the raygun.

"W-What… what the fuck did you do to me, you piece of shit?!" he roared as his eyes widened with both a mixture of panic and fear. Quickly inspecting himself, Trevor found that there was no wound or damage done to him, which soothed his panic that this had been an actual gun. But as he stalked towards Ethan once more, with fury lingering behind his eyes, the gymrat stopped midway with a stunned expression on his face. There was a pregnant pause, with Leo and Ethan tense about what Trevor would do next. But the other man simply groaned lowly, his eyes and head rolling back as he began to twitch and jerk about.

It was like watching a body horror film in slow motion, the way Trevor's body began to blow up and inflate. The already-large man's muscles were soon stretching and growing, packing on years of dedication to the gym into Trevor's already firm frame. In fact, the man before them looked as if he were Trevor, but several more years older. Time was passing before their very eyes, and Trevor was soon aging up to a point where he was no longer the young, alpha, cocky jock who owned the place.

Left in his place was a beefy, hairy man, a full daddy that had a nice dusting of hair on his chest. A cute treasure trail moved down towards the V-lines of his obliques, showing off a fine coating of hair that Trevor never had before. The growing man grunted as a thick moustache formed on his face, the itchy sensation causing him to reach up and scratch at it.

The fiery anger and toxic nature ingrained in Trevor's personality were slowly fading, like the passionate flames of a roaring bonfire gradually dwindling into a small, glowing ember. The beefier daddy groaned as he stumbled forward, falling to his knees as he knelt before Ethan and Leo. He stared up at them with confused eyes, the small remnants of Trevor's previous nature still struggling as he felt himself fading away into this new form. Thoughts of love and empathy began to flood into his head, and the beefy man shuddered as he brought one hand up to grope and squeeze at his hefty pecs to stimulate himself.

Watching as Trevor began to squeeze and pinch at his nipples, Ethan couldn't help but notice the lingering sadness that seemed to hang over the older man like a cloud. While he didn't expect the raygun to work so effectively on the other man, it appeared that he had left the setting on someone who was more submissive and needy, always seeking comfort. Glancing down at the gun, Ethan began to fiddle with the device once more, pushing knobs about to set the settings onto something different.

Leo, in the meantime, had slid off the couch to stand in front of the kneeling man. "What's wrong, Trevor? You look so sad," he murmured as his fingers ran through the older man's head. Trevor shuddered as he leaned into the touch, only groaning as he felt his ass cheeks plump up with some extra fat, as if begging for something to fill him up tight.

"I… I– I'm so lonely… I want a big, hairy daddy to take care of me and love me. But there aren't any other bears in this building to care for me," Trevor moaned, his eyes wide with sadness as he stared up at Leo with pleading eyes. His big arms carefully wrapped around the young man's legs, keeping him trapped in his embrace as he tucked his nose against Leo's crotch. "I don't want to be lonely…"

After clicking the final bits of knobs into place, Ethan peered down at the changed man with a slight smile on his lips. This version of Trevor was far sweeter and caring than he had been, and it would certainly be a shame if he left him to his own devices. "Why don't we fix that for you? We can make a new daddy for you right here and now. One that will always care for you," he hummed.

Trevor nodded eagerly in anticipation, his eyes sparkling with newfound hope and excitement as he stared back at Ethan. Leo, in the meantime, only turned his head around, brows furrowed in surprise at Ethan's statement. "We can?"

Another beam of pink light shot out, striking Leo in his back as Ethan pointed the raygun at his friend. A wave of warmth began to surge through Leo, a flood of unfamiliar emotions and feelings as he stumbled forward. He inadvertently pushed his bulge deeper against Trevor's face, but the older man didn't seem to mind this change. In fact, he eagerly mouthed and licked at Leo's cock through his clothes, only humming with delight as the thick piece began to grow and fatten underneath what Leo was wearing.

Low groans spilled from his lips as Leo did his best to steady himself. His fingers gripped onto the back of Trevor's head as his body also began to grow and age up. Leo's age surpassed Trevor's, with several more years added to it. Light gray hairs began to pepper into his formerly dark curls, and his body began to sprout with all sorts of dark, matted fur. Leo moaned as his armpits were fluffed up with extra coarse strands, and his chest and forearms became darker with all the excess hair growing wherever his skin used to be smooth before. The changing man shuddered as he felt years of experience and a life he never lived being slotted into his brain, with the main emphasis being on Trevor and only Trevor.

Hissing as he felt his back arch, Leo's ass cheeks began to push out against his clothes, causing a slight tear in his shorts as he rutted against Trevor's face. As a thick moustache started to grow in, almost covering the entirety of his upper lip, Leo began to remember things about Trevor that didn't seem to be there before. Things like the first time they kissed and the way their facial hairs brushed up and itched the other's. The first time they went on a date as an official couple, with Leo taking Trevor around wherever he wished to go. And the moment he proposed and married the love of his life, officially making their partnership into a husband-and-husband dynamic.

There was a flicker of confusion that lingered in Leo's expression as he tried to make sense of all these strange memories that were flowing into his head. He didn't remember doing things like this with Trevor before. Even before all this, Leo couldn't remember how his life was as a dog, before he swapped into Julian's body. But his expression of uncertainty and confusion was clearly visible on his face, with Trevor gazing up at him and whimpering out of growing fear at being rejected by this older man.

"Y-You… You don't want to love me?" Trevor whispered, staring up at Leo with watering eyes as he tucked his nose up against Leo's hefty bulge.

In that moment, it was like a switch had turned on inside his head, and the older man could only lean down to cup both sides of Trevor's face. Leo carefully held him in place, only finding himself kissing and making out gently with the other man to seal these changes into place. It was slow and hesitant at first, but it gradually grew into something more heated and far more passionate, surpassing their first time making out. He growled lowly, clearly displeased at the wavering tone and the sadness that lingered in Trevor's eyes. This was his husband; his lover. He should never have to question how much Leo adored him and cared for him.

“...No, no… I love you. I love you, babe."

Two golden rings materialized on each of their ring fingers, and the memories flooded into them. Leo grunted as the silly, goofy, explorative nature of his former self melted away into something far more dominant and controlling. Of course, he wasn't one to restrict Trevor from doing what he pleased, but Leo didn't mind it when his husband called him 'sir' or 'daddy' instead. He shuddered as he stared down at the way his thick thighs framed Trevor's face, trapping his lover up between his legs to force him down on his cock. And yet, the other man loved to bob and gag away on his fat length, and it seemed like today was no different.

Pulling the other man's face away from his bulge, Leo all but pulled him up so that he could kiss Trevor properly on the lips. The taste was an absolute delight for him, and the older man hummed as he wrapped his arms around the other. His hands slid down Trevor's backside, only stopping as he cupped his husband's fat ass cheeks. He loved pounding them and feeling it clench around his cock, and if the light foreplay Trevor had been showing him earlier indicated anything, it seemed like both of them were ready to get hot and heavy with each other.

Their passionate and deep make-out session was interrupted by Trevor pulling away, only looking over Leo's shoulder to look at the young man sitting on their couch with a toy gun in his hand. Smiling as he stole a kiss on his husband's cheek, Trevor tilted his head to look at Ethan with a raised brow.

"Were you planning on joining us, cutie? Or were you just here to watch the show? It's a very hot show," Trevor purred, his eyes lingering on the strange device clutched in the younger man's hands.

It was clear just how aroused the young man was from watching the two of them kiss and make out in front of him, but Trevor was surprised to see Ethan shake his head carefully. It seemed like it took a lot of effort for him to deny a hot and heavy threesome, only tucking away the raygun into his backpack. "Maybe another time. I'm going to do some more work with this, but I'll let you two enjoy yourselves. I wouldn't want to impose on your company," he mused, a knowing smile lingering on his lips as he stood up and made his way to the door.

Both of the older men were unfazed by the other's refusal, only moving their frotting and greedy kissing towards their shared bedroom. Ethan had barely made it to the front door before he heard the rather lewd and noisy sex noises spilling out from their open bedroom door. Perhaps he would join them on another day. But today, it was just for the two of them to enjoy.

[next-gen-men]

hey, do you think you can create a forced transformation story, and include glasses in it?

You sighed softly as your boyfriend poked at your stomach once more, interrupting your ability to focus on the TV show you were trying to watch. You groaned as you glanced over, only sighing as the other man grinned back at you with the devious glint in his eyes. Immediately, you knew that he was up to no good, and he was undoubtedly going to give you some trouble for the rest of the night.

"Hey, babe… so you know how I said I didn't need any gifts for my birthday…?"

Your brows furrowed as you stared back at your boyfriend, your mind flicking back to the pile of gifts you had gotten him to celebrate, even when he asked for "nothing." It was routine for you at this point, although you would have preferred not to go through the extra guesswork. At times, it could feel like your boyfriend was testing you, trying to see if you remembered all the little bits and pieces he brought up in conversation to see if you were listening. But you had gotten better at it over time, and tonight had been a resounding success. He had loved all the gifts you had given, so why was he bringing up the presents now?

"Yes… And I thought you liked all the stuff that I got you," you countered, staring back at the other man with a raised brow.

But your boyfriend only giggled as he reached behind his pillow, pulling out a wrapped box with a bow on top. "I did! I promise, I did. But I was actually thinking about having something else, and I think this could do the trick."

You stared blankly at the box, only taking it when your boyfriend offered it to you. As you unwrapped the slim container, your mind raced through all the different things that your boyfriend could have wanted that you weren't aware of. And if it was a gift for him, why did he want you to unwrap it? Popping open the small box, you saw a pair of glasses sitting neatly in the center. It looked like it came from a reputable brand, originating from a company called "Stud Specs." But there was a flicker of confusion that lingered on your face. Neither of you wore glasses or even needed them. And as far as you knew, your boyfriend didn't have any trouble with his vision. You conveyed as much to him, but the other man only shook his head with a light laugh.

"They're not for me, silly! They're for you!"

A flicker of annoyance lingered in your eyes as you picked up the glasses, looking them over carefully. There was nothing unusual about them; just a standard pair of prescription glasses. They weren't cool shades or stylish rims to appear fashionable. They were just… glasses. Your face clearly showed your displeasure, and you countered that you didn't need them, since you could see just fine.

But your boyfriend was bouncing on the edge of his seat, gesturing at them wildly as it sat in your lap. "Please, can you just try them on? I had them specially made for you! They're custom!"

"Why would I need custom glasses? I can see just fine!"

"But it's a gift for me! I just want to see what you look like with them on. Here, I'll help."

"No, don't put them on me! I don't need glasses. Stop! I don't need prescription stuff. Get it off of—"

You grunted as your boyfriend forced the glasses onto your face. You blink out of confusion, your vision blurry and obscured for a moment. It was pretty apparent that you couldn't see clearly with them on, so you didn't understand why he was so desperate to put them on you. "I don't need these! I told you, my eyesight is fine! Why are you—?"

But your words cut off in surprise as your head began to spin. It felt like you were suddenly thrust underwater, with everything sounding more muffled and gurgling than you were used to. You could make out the inquisitive questions from your boyfriend, with him asking about how you were feeling or if "it" was already happening. But you couldn't bring yourself to reply; he sounded like he was miles away from you. Instead, there was this thumping pulse in the back of your head, a driving drum beat that pounded on your skull. And the beat was growing louder and louder.

With your vision blurry, you slumped back onto the couch with slurred words spilling from your lips. In your mind, it was like you were struggling to swim your way up from an ocean, the outpour of water keeping you from the surface. You could feel the deep pulling at you, but you didn't want to know what would happen if you sank away fully. In the meantime, like a passenger outside of your body, yet feeling every last bit of the changes, you began to witness something strange happening to your body.

The first thing you noticed was the blurriness starting to fade from your eyes. It was like someone was swapping out films in front of your eyes, adjusting your clarity and ability to see until it was crystal clear once more, as if you had never worn glasses in the first place. And yet, out of the corners of your eyes, you could see a hint of blurriness that extended just outside the borders of the rims of the glasses. But you always had 20/20 vision; so why were you suddenly able to see so clearly from the frames your boyfriend had gotten you? And then, more changes soon followed suit, before you had time to figure out the answers to your questions.

It was slow and subtle at first, nothing too abrupt. But after a few moments, you felt your body draw out a low grunt. Your socks felt too tight on your feet, as if they had shrunk in the wash or were bought several sizes too small. You grunted as you tried to pull them off, only to be greeted with the sound of ripping fabric. Staring down at your legs, you found yourself looking at something that was just a bit too big. Larger than you remembered. You wiggled your toes carefully, only watching as the fat toes brushed against each other. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and you couldn't remember ever having such large clompers before.

Whatever caused your feet to blow up to this size was slowly trailing up your body. Your breaths became more ragged and unsteady, and you panted as you watched your calves balloon into rock-hard bulges, boasting of immense power and strength with just a mere step. Your body involuntarily shuddered as your thighs and hamstrings began to lengthen. You grunted again as you felt your body stretch, the bones in your spine popping and cracking as inches stacked onto your new height. "W-What… h-happening to me…?" you groaned as you stared dumbly at your changing body. You could sense your boyfriend saying something next to you, but your brain was far too muddled and cloudy to make sense of his words.

Your moans began to deepen, a husky and gruff tone overtaking your lewd noises as your hips began to rock upwards with the shifting changes. Your eyes widened as you tilted your head down, staring at your crotch. While you had on shorts, the fabric was originally quite loose and comfortable to slip into. But this had changed the moment your quads thickened with an abundance of muscles, steady and firm like concrete pillars. Grimacing at the tightening feeling of the shorts clamping down on your legs, you reached out with one of your hands to tug at the fabric. Unfortunately, the mere act of doing so caused the strained shorts to tear, and you pulled away a flimsy piece of cloth. Your legs bloomed with the extra freedom, fat and muscle stacking once more until you had legs and some juicy ass cheeks that rivaled even the most professional bodybuilders.

The change continued along your crotch, causing your balls to swell and pump your body full of testosterone. While the process had been slower and steadier at first, the excess hormones soon accelerated the growth at a rapid pace. Low moans spilled from your lips as you watched your cock stiffen and lengthen with each passing second. While you thought you were simply growing aroused, it was stretching and fattening into a new girthy size. Thick globs of precum splattered forward from that fat cock slit, dripping over your newly defined cum gutters. The hair around your crotch began to thicken, forming a dense mat of fur that was ripe with your musk.

Moaning as one hand began pumping and stroking away at your fat cock, you watched as cum dribbled out of the thick cock to offer as lube over your thickening fingers. You had prided yourself on your slim and dexterous fingers, allowing you to take on more tactile and delicate tasks. But now, these fingers had grown into stocky, meaty sausages, like chunky rolls that were good for stuffing up tight holes and fingering needy boys when they begged you to fuck them.

Where… where did that thought come from? I don't… I don't think like that!

Shuddering as you tried to clear your head of such strange thoughts, you felt them starting to creep back in like the tide at the sandy shore. One moment, you had a lucid frame of thinking, trying to piece out why your body was transforming into the next Mr. Olympia. And the next, your head felt dumber than a bag of rocks, with low chuckles slipping from your lips as you played with your messy cum gutters and smeared that sticky cum over your bumpy abs. You loved the feeling of running your fingers over your abs, groaning as you played with a definition that you never had before. Whatever was happening was making your body big and beefy, and you loved every second of it.

No wait, this isn't right! This isn't me! Help–!

Your internal thoughts soon melted away like bubbles rising to the surface of the murky depths, popping once they were exposed to air. Whatever struggles and concerns you had quickly faded the moment you watched your chest blow up into big, meaty airbags. You hadn't even realized when you had torn away your shirt, only that it had been ripped off in favor of witnessing your body transform into something beautiful, like a work of art. Your draining head could only admire how big your pecs had become, and how fun it was to poke and squeeze at them. Chuckling as you pinched your sensitive nipples, you watched as your cock twitched once more from the added stimulation. These pecs were meant to be pleasured, and you couldn't wait for someone to feast away on them later. A light dusting of hair began to coat your body, changing your formerly smooth skin into something more rugged and tanned. Now you looked like a man who spent the days out in the sun, lifting, tanning, and working out to work up a nice sweat.

Your moans grew louder as your arms began to thicken up and stiffen into meaty limbs. You could feel the strength coursing underneath your fingertips, and it was only natural that your biceps and triceps showed off all that hard work you put into building up this body. Memories of yourself spending time at the gym, lifting and slamming weights, routine workouts, and nutritional plans began to fill up that empty head of yours, and you let out a dumb laugh as you raised your biceps up to show them off to your boyfriend in a firm flex. 

"Haur hurh… Dude, I’m… gettin’ so big, bro…” A single strand of drool slipped out the front of your lips as you forgot to close your mouth after flexing, and you smiled as the dribble landed right in between those beefy tits of yours.

Your boyfriend could barely contain himself, leaning forward to press a tender kiss onto your nipple. He giggled softly as he let his tongue tease along the puffy areola, his devious eyes looking up at you through your new glasses. "Sorry, babe. I know this is a big shock to you, but all I really wanted was a big, dumb, meaty jock of a boyfriend. And now, with the custom glasses I got you, I have everything I wanted! Isn't this just the best birthday gift for me?"

Unfortunately, neither of you had realized that he had bought a templated set of glasses, not the custom set that he had originally designed. There was still something left to trigger inside that empty head of yours, and you could only gasp as the murky depths in your mind began to seep into your consciousness. Feelings of compassion and love for your boyfriend started to be tainted by a strange, new feeling. It was tinted with a need to be in control, with the desire to punish your boyfriend for making you go through these unwanted changes, and with the drive to show him who was the real boss.

Your eyes glanced down at him with a sneer starting to form on your lips. Your big, meaty hands reached down to grip your boyfriend's slim waist, holding him steady on top of your lap as you pushed his legs apart. You hooked his slim legs over yours, keeping his stance wide so he couldn't wriggle away from you this time. "You did this to me…" You growled, your expression darkening into something more disappointed and annoyed at this silly boy thinking that he could take you on. "After everything I did for you. You didn't like my gifts or somethin'? You tryna be ungrateful and shit?"

There was a hint of satisfaction in your chest as you watched the color start to drain from your boyfriend's eyes, a flicker of fear and panic taking place as he realized something was off. "W-Wait, this isn't… y-you're supposed to listen to me! Why aren't you— I'm the one in charge!"

Snorting at the other's whining, you rolled your eyes as you began tugging down your boyfriend's pants. You didn't care if you ripped them or if he took them off himself. When it came to things that you wanted, you always got your way. "Right, like anyone would think that. Look at that little cock of yours. And that fat ass. I bet you were hoping for someone like me to take charge, to be the one to fuck you silly until I made you pay for all this," you growled as your fat cock sprang up to slap at your boyfriend's cheeks. There was a soft whimper and a little noise of surprise that slipped out of the other man, and you could only smirk, knowing that he knew you were right.

As you began pushing your newly fattened and lengthened cock into your lover, you could feel yourself changing into this more dominant, alpha personality. You were cocky and confident, dominant and controlling, and while you might have looked like you had all the smarts with your glasses, you couldn't manage much else beyond lifting and fucking. But that was fine by you; in fact, this life was great! With a killer body and boys lining up to have a taste of the new and confident you, you couldn't care less about what anyone had to think. And plenty of guys were willing to do the thinking for you, especially when you told them to.

With the sound of the other man's cheeks plapping against your lap, your memories of your boyfriend began to slip away into something more raw and primal. Right, this was just another one of those needy whores who were just aching for a cock to spear their tight hole on a Wednesday night. It was almost laughable how easy it was to breed them, but a hole was a hole, and you weren't complaining. Anything to get your rocks off was fine by you, as you were constantly horny and needed to blow your load multiple times a day. And a hole was better than using your own hand. 

When you finally came, you came hard and deep, making sure to drive every last inch of your cock inside of the little slut until he was satisfied. You smirked as you pushed him off of you, watching the dude quiver and moan into the couch as your seed leaked out of that stretched hole. Another night well spent, and you grabbed at his shirt to wipe your cock dry. Picking up your tattered clothes, you grunted as you slipped on your underwear. Thankfully, you still had your gym clothes in your car, so you didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of driving home in the nude. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened, though.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the little man whimpering and struggling to push himself up, his words slurred together, and his eyes cross-eyed from the intense fucking you gifted him. "W-Wait… w-where you goin', babe? Aren't you… staying?"

You didn't bother hiding the snort of amusement as you rolled your eyes at him, pushing up your glasses higher on the bridge of your nose as they had slipped down a bit during your fucking session. Seriously? All these sluts are the fuckin' same. Desperate to have me be their boyfriend or some shit. "I'm not your lover, bro. I'm just here for a piece of that hot ass, and you got a piece of my fat cock. It's a hook-up, not a date. And you should be grateful I even bothered to swing by to give you a chance. I don't let just anybody take a ride on this dick," you teased as you groped at your still semi-hard cock.

"Here, I'll let you keep this as a memento," you continued, opting to rip the underwear you had just put on clean off your body. Tossing the damp piece of cloth onto the other man's spent face, you waved your hand as you strolled out of the apartment. You didn't even bother to look back as you called out from the front door…

"Happy birthday, bro! Bet you got what you wanted!"

[next-gen-men]

Here there pookie thanks for feeding us amazing and lovely stories. I keep getting the hot when reading it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I can't help but wonder, what's your favourite male tf stories? and what make you start your blog?

you can answer this anytime and no pressure ✨✨

that's so kind of you! i'm glad you're enjoying the stories ^^ oooh, it's hard to say what my favorites are. if you're looking for specific stories, i can do a post of ones that have been my favorites / i revisit from time to time, if you'd like! but if you're asking about tropes, it's hard to pick a favorite. to be honest, i'm always a fan of any tf as long as it results in bigger, beefier men in any shape or form 😅 i think i have a soft spot of forced transformations, which can include personality changes as well. but things like magical curses, muscle growth/theft, Chronivac, daddification potions... it's all fun and great for me ^^ but also possessions are a lot of fun and probably one of my other favorite tropes (especially if they're taking over some asshole who doesn't deserve their big beefy body 😤) as for what made me start the blog... i've been a big fan of the tf community / admired the writers for so long, and i just wanted to see if i could try my hand at it too. my main focus on tumblr has always been rping actually, so doing some solo pieces + writing on my own has been a new experience that i wanted to have and grow as a writer. one thing that i've found challenging is that there weren't many rp writers that were interested in doing tf stories / kinks, so instead of waiting to find someone who would mesh with me and my writing style, i decided to just write my own stories instead! and as a personal side note for myself, i also wanted to have more stories with hot POC men! there are plenty of writers out there who use great POC faces, many of whom i've admired for a very long time. and i just wanted to add some more stories + faces into the greater collection, because we could always use more! ^^ that being said, i will also use white faces in the future and won't restrict it to just POC. i just wanted to highlight other hot men out there for now 😅 (also i picked a fc to use for ooc! hope people enjoy the eye candy ^^)

[next-gen-men]

December 30th - Clothing / Inanimate Transformation - Enzo + Romeo

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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Enjoy the carolers’ festive songs and let your hands clap. The stockings bulge with new gifts! Or rather… that old jockstrap.

After another intense workout, Enzo was ready to hit the showers and rinse off all his sweat. The fitness model loved heading to the gym at this time of day, since it was relatively empty and he was left unobstructed by the other patrons. It also meant that he had the entire sauna and locker room to himself, allowing him to enjoy the facilities in peace. Stripping down the last of his gym clothes, the large man stuffed them into his locker. He debated whether he should leave his shorts on before entering the sauna, but Enzo decided to go in his jockstrap for the day. There wasn’t anyone around anyway, besides two young men still chatting away at the turf area. He didn’t think they’d be done with their workout any time soon, so Enzo could fully enjoy himself in the heated room.

Admiring himself as he passed by some of the mirrors, the beefy man paused as he flexed and posed a few times. It was a shame he put away his phone so soon; Enzo wouldn’t have minded grabbing a few snaps for the ‘gram to make all those thirsty followers go nuts over his muscular frame. But he could always do that after his shower. A dripping wet, shirtless photo with his towel hanging low around his waist would certainly drive his engagement up.

Flashing a cocky grin at himself in the mirror, Enzo strolled away towards the sauna. The room was nice and warm, and the coils made the air thick and heavy with their heat. It was absolute perfection, and the model could already feel himself starting to sweat. Making himself comfortable at one of the higher seats, he leaned back, resting his head and back against the wooden walls as he closed his eyes. This was going to do absolute wonders for his muscle recovery.

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Enzo wasn’t sure how long he had passed out for, only blinking his eyes open blearily in the dim lighting of the sauna. The air was heavy and thick, and the room had a musty smell. His vision was still a bit blurry, and the large man brought up his hand to wipe away at his damp eyelids. Fuck, it’s been a while since I fell asleep in the sauna, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle as he tried to sit up to readjust his slumped position. It was never a good idea to fall asleep there, but surprisingly, Enzo didn’t feel light-headed or dehydrated. In fact, he felt refreshed, like he was ready to take on another workout or two. He grunted as he pushed himself up a bit higher, his head swimming in the foggy haze of the room.

I’ve probably hit my time limit anyway. I should get to the showers. And maybe a cold plunge after, Enzo thought to himself, only feeling the slick, dotted droplets of sweat clinging to his skin. He casually wiped it away with the palm of his hand, only raising a brow as he felt how wet and slick his body was. He really was sweating a lot today, but it was nothing a shower couldn’t fix. As the fitness model stood up from his seat, he found himself slipping and falling, sinking a bit lower onto the wooden seat instead. Enzo groaned softly, his eyes rolling back as he felt the warmth press up against more of his backside. Thankfully, his fat ass cheeks cushioned some of the fall, and the jock could only chuckle at the idea of leg day coming in clutch for him.

Enzo moved to push himself upright, only furrowing his brows as he found himself struggling to do so. Whoa, I must really be out of it. Maybe I am dehydrated or something, he thought as he tried to push himself up with his arms once more. But when he glanced over, the fitness model’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched the firm, muscular peaks of his biceps begin to deflate. They were shrinking at an alarmingly rapid pace, to the point where Enzo wondered if his muscles were being sucked out of him. But it wasn’t just his muscles. His bones, his skin, his arms—all of it was shrinking and flattening, like he was made of paper instead of human flesh.

Gasping in shock, the model flopped over to the side, grunting as he tried to catch himself with his other arm. But like the first arm, his second was also shrinking into nothingness. Enzo could feel his heaving chest start to puff out of fear and nervousness, clearly confused as to what was happening to him. He used his broad shoulders to try to stand upright, pushing off the wooden seat so he could at least move towards the glass door of the sauna. Perhaps someone was nearby and could take him to a hospital. “H-Help! Help! Anyone out there?! I need hel—”

Enzo yelped as his legs buckled, his knees collapsing under the upper weight of his body. He groaned as he flopped forward, tumbling from the steps onto the warm wooden floor. Bracing for impact, the model scrunched his face up for the inevitable fall that he could not prevent. But instead of a painful and loud smack, it felt like he had fallen peacefully onto a bed of pillows. He could still feel the hard wooden floor against his face as he wriggled about, but there was no flash of pain from the impact going through his body. Grunting as he managed to flop over onto his back, Enzo was able to tilt his head up to see what was going on.

And the sight made him freeze with a shuddering gasp.

Enzo wasn’t shrinking, deflating, or flattening. He wasn’t even disappearing. But the moment he saw his big, beefy legs, with thighs the size of an elephant’s, being sucked up into his sweaty jockstrap, Enzo knew he was turning into something else. He struggled to move, with no limbs to support his efforts as he flopped about. “N-No, no— this can’t be happening! Someone, help me!” he called out, his voice wavering with panic. But there was no one around to witness this man’s transformation. And when the jockstrap began to inch higher up off his disappearing waist onto his abs, the model knew that this was it for him.

As he collapsed in on himself and folded up muscle and muscle into a damp, sweaty piece of cloth, it was surprisingly not a painful feeling. In fact, Enzo likened it to a warm embrace. The feeling was overwhelming and overpowering, yet not unwelcome. And certainly not something that hurt, despite his being unable to stop what happened to him. Still, it was strange. Enzo could still feel things, although not the same way he could as a human. He could sense heat, and he could feel the wooden grains along the floor. His vision was completely obscured, and yet Enzo was distinctly aware of where he was and what he was touching. And while the model had no distinguishable features anymore, having been turned into the same damp jockstrap he had been wearing just a few moments ago, Enzo could sense the sagging pouch of the underwear. His heavy cock and balls had certainly pushed the fabric to its limits, straining it to the point where it was almost ready to snap. And he had often joked that this one was his “lucky jockstrap.” But now, Enzo could only match the feeling of his former face to the relatively loose pouch, with the rest of his limbs and body being appropriated for the stretch elastic bands that snapped tight against a person’s skin.

I need… help… Someone— help me, Enzo thought desperately, doing his best to wriggle and shake. In his new form, there was nothing that he could do except wait for someone to come along. He wasn’t sure how he could get them to help, but the jockstrap knew he couldn’t stop trying now. And as if his prayers had been answered, he heard a couple of voices entering the locker room. This is it! My chance!

“I’m telling you, Rome, it’s not as bad as you think. I promise, if you give it some time, you’ll get used to your new body.”

“You don’t get it man! I used to have it all! The muscles, the build, everything! Now I’m… I’m just… not me–”

“I know, it’s tough. And if there was even some way I could help, I would, but— how would we even explain it to the doctors?”

Their conversation dragged on about something else that Enzo had no interest in or care for. The jockstrap didn’t even know what was going on, only frantically squirming in his mind in a desperate attempt to will the sauna door to open. How long were the two young men going to talk about such a thing? He needed help! They had to help him!

“Anyway, I’m gonna take a dip in the pool. You wanna come with?”

“...I think I’ll just go to the sauna or something. I… need some time to myself.”

Yes! Yes! Come here! Come in here!

“...Alright, well… you know where to find me if you need anything, Rome. Seriously, I’ve got you, okay?”

“Thanks, Ethan. You’re… a great guy. I appreciate it. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you before when— when I had it all.”

Enzo’s frustrations were quickly soothed by the sound of the sauna door opening and the rush of cool air barreling in from the locker room. The jockstrap mentally shuddered at the feeling, a wave of relief flooding through him as he knew this was his chance at being saved. While he couldn’t see what was going on, he could feel the vibrations of small, light feet stepping on the hot floor towards him.

“Huh, so this is the sauna? It’s pretty nice. I should’ve gone to this more when I had the chance. Wait, what’s—?”

The jockstrap mentally squirmed with delight as the stranger picked up the elastic waistband. If he could jump for joy, Enzo would be pumping his fist into the air now. Fuck yeah! Now you just gotta go get some help, man!

“Who’d leave their jockstrap in here? That’s… so unsanitary.”

There was a bated pause, an unspoken silence hanging between the young man and the discarded jockstrap on the sauna room floor.

“...It’s so wet with sweat. And it smells… kinda good…”

Enzo suddenly felt its pouch being pressed up against a human face, the jockstrap shuddering as it felt Rome’s nose twitch against the sweaty fabric. The clothing wished to push the young man away, to stop him from sniffing at it like a dog seeking out a new item. But Rome was basking in Enzo’s sweat, savoring the dampness as the jockstrap rested upon his face. The jockstrap felt a wave of relief rush through it as Rome pulled away, the young man glancing back out the glass door to make sure no one was entering.

“This is insane… I shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And yet, Rome didn’t stop himself from stripping down to the nude in the sauna. He stretched Enzo’s elastic waistband apart, only giggling softly as he felt the tight snap against his smooth skin. The twink slid up the piece of fabric against Enzo’s wishes, only sighing as he felt the damp fabric cling to his skin amidst the muggy heat.

Enzo could only feel despair as it was dragged upwards, its pouch wrapping around Rome’s relatively small and unimpressive cock and balls. The jockstrap caught a whiff of the twink’s scent, feeling it mix in with its own masculine musk. The smell was lighter and fragrant, almost floral. It seemed incredibly out of place from what Enzo had known, basking in the idea of what it meant to be a purely masculine, macho man. But with Rome wearing the piece of fabric, Enzo could only cling to the one lifeline it had to help make things go back to normal. The waistband tightened around the slim waist, even with Rome’s hands holding up the loose piece of fabric.

“O-Oh fuck… It’s so big… But it feels so good on me,” Rome whispered breathlessly as his fingers slid down to poke and prod at Enzo, feeling the gaps of air between his skin and the jockstrap.

The young man’s fascination with Enzo soon changed into something more charged and electric when a pulse of heat ran through both of them. Rome buckled forward, stumbling over to the wooden steps as his hands caught him from falling. Enzo felt the young twink surge forward, only clinging on tighter in case it fell off those slim legs. There was a sudden surge inside of Enzo, a growing need to give, to fill, to grow. And the outpouring feelings of its former essence began to flow straight into the young man, pumping his cock and balls full of whatever masculinity Enzo had before.

Rome moaned as the jockstrap clung tight to his skin, his body trembling as he began to convulse. “W-What...What’s happening to me?!” he gasped as he tried to pry off the clinging fabric. But the jockstrap wouldn’t let go, practically suctioned onto him. What once was a loose and flimsy pouch of cloth soon filled up and stretched to its upper limits, to the point where Rome was worried that it would rip into pieces. He groaned at the pleasurable feeling of his crotch being pumped full of testosterone, the essence of man being pumped straight into his swelling manhood. The twink’s soft whimpers and mewls began to drop in octaves, the extra hormones causing his cock to spurt out droplets of precum into the damp, sweaty jockstrap pouch as his ballsack hung out the sides of the tight underwear.

Enzo could feel the spurts of precum splattering over its pouch, and the jockstrap all but greedily sucked it up. Every droplet that came out of Rome’s growing cock slit was absorbed into the fabric. Enzo could feel itself pulsing and vibrating around the young man’s length, in an action that felt eerily similar to a mouth gagging and bobbing away on the fattening member.

Shaking as his body began to pulse with the overflow of manhood, Rome moaned as his body began to swell and grow at an accelerating rate. What was once a smooth and slender twink with a cute bubble butt was quickly morphing into a hot and hunky man. The young man’s skin began to lighten to a caramel tone, and Rome’s visage began to shift from something cute and ethereal into something more cocky and lewd. Licking his lips as he felt the dusting of facial hair coat above his upper lip and his chin, Rome groaned in delight at the idea of a moustache pressing up between some big ass cheeks when he ate someone out.

The twink’s brows furrowed at the sudden influx of feelings and emotions beginning to pour into him, with memories of a confident, cocky fitness model meshing into his own life. Rome whimpered as his own life began to morph around his new identity as a proud Latnio man, with memories of a man named Enzo integrating into his own life. Romeo wasn’t sure where all these thoughts were coming from, or why this was happening to him, but he could hazard a guess that it had something to do with the pulsing jockstrap that was now framing his thick, beefy quads and some bouncy ass cheeks that someone could bounce a quarter off of.

Grinning as he reached down to palm his hefty bulge, Romeo could only admire the sight of his arms thickening into strong, powerful limbs. It no longer had the appearance of someone weak, and it was even larger than it had been during his time before he met Devon. Now he was becoming a real man, someone with thick arms that could carry and lift anyone or anything he needed. A thick dusting of armpit hair grew into his pits, like a dense, coarse forest of hair that trapped in that musk. While Romeo could catch a glimpse of his scent changing, it still carried the same light and floral fragrance that he was so proud of before. Now, it was more heady, with underlying tones of oak, leather, and a spice that tingled in the back of one’s nose.

“Oh fuck… Fuck me…” Romeo purred as he continued to stroke himself through his jockstrap. The new model grinned as he poked and prodded at his beefy pecs, admiring the way the skin bounced back from where his fingers had touched it. There was so much muscle mass that he was unfamiliar with now, bigger than he had ever been before. Stumbling over to one of the wooden steps, the fitness model spread his stocky legs wide as he sat down onto his perky ass. He groaned as he continued palming himself, rubbing at his bulge in tandem with the jockstrap’s strong and steady pulses. “This was all your doing, wasn’t it? You cheeky little thing. I bet you were Enzo before you were this fabric, huh?”

The jockstrap only pulsed in return, an acknowledgement of what Romeo was saying.

“Oh man… Fuck, just keep doing shit like that, and I’ll never take you off,” the beefy man chuckled as he ran his hands over his defined, rugged abs. “Damn… So you gave it all up and gave it to me, huh? Finally, here to see what it’s like when a real man has all your brawn and bulk?” he teased as he continued talking down at his crotch. The jockstrap pulsed once more, this time more desperate and quick with rapid flurries that massaged and groped at Romeo’s cock.

The large man groaned at the additional pulses, only chuckling lowly as he pulled back at the waistband. Whatever pressure was keeping the jockstrap on tight before seemed to have released its hold, and Romeo was staring at a piece of clothing that he could easily take off as he pleased. “Don’t worry, dude. I won’t do anything silly like that. I learned my lesson the first time, and I’m not planning on giving up all your bulk any time soon.” Romeo grunted as his hands teased at the underside of his hardening cock, rubbing the jockstrap’s fabric up against his veiny, sensitive skin. “But I do want to thank you for letting me live in your life now. It’s only right to give thanks.”

Enzo could feel itself starting to fade away, their consciousness barely a flickering ember of a flame as it felt Romeo began to stroke and pump at his fat cock with renewed vigor. The large man seemed not to wish to take Enzo off, only letting the jockstrap get the whole experience of that leaking cock dripping into its pouch. The feeling was highly erotic and sensual, with Enzo also pulsing and vibrating in turn. It didn’t want to let go; it didn’t want to lose this. But if it had to go, it was certainly grateful that Romeo would give it one last taste like this. Its senses could feel the way the other man’s body twitched and tightened, his muscles flexing as he pumped away at that fat cock that used to be Enzo’s.

“Oh fuck… Fuck yeah… I’m so fuckin’ hot… I’m so fuckin’ hot, and it’s all because of you, Enzo! You made this stud!”

Romeo’s words reverberated in the space, and Enzo felt a sense of pride. That was right, it had been a strong, beefy stud before, and now Romeo was one too. Even if he looked like how Enzo used to, the other man was his own being, with his own personality and life to live. And the jockstrap could only be grateful if Romeo brought him along to witness it all.

There was a low, shuddering gasp as Romeo drew close to his orgasm, and Enzo was suddenly flooded with the outpour of something thick and white and sticky, coating all over its pouch with the strong force of a waterfall. There were pulses with each load, and Enzo was sure that if it had a face like before, it would have surely drowned in the excessive outpour that flowed out of Romeo.

“H-Hngh! Fuck, fuck, oh shit! Holy fuck!”

Silence soon fell over the sauna as Romeo’s grunts and shakes from his body subsided. There was a thick haze that hung in the air as the beefy stud still rubbed and pawed at his softening cock, gently patting at the sweaty and cummy pouch of his jockstrap. The jockstrap’s own thoughts and feelings had long since faded away, with the lingering sense of the need to pleasure and provide left behind in its former being’s wake. It was a few moments before the large man spoke once more, his voice gravely and husky after the orgasmic finish.

“I’m gonna wear you everywhere I go. I won’t forget this. You’re going to be my lucky jockstrap, Enzo.”

The jockstrap pulsed in agreement, grateful that it belonged to someone more suitable.

[next-gen-men]

December 29th - Muscle Theft - Rome + Devon

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The cookies and eggnog are all that are left, That is, once you’ve taken those muscles through theft!

After saying goodbye to his family and boarding a flight back to his own apartment, Ethan spent the majority of the flight simply reading or watching movies. His feeds were recently flooded with this new, hot hockey show, and Ethan was curious to see what all the hype was about. Despite the long hours on the flight, though, it was relatively uneventful. It wasn’t long until he heard the pilot announce their arrival back to his city, and the young man pulled out his phone to text his boyfriend, Marcus, and the rest of his family that he had landed safely.

Marcus wasn’t getting back until a couple of days later, so Ethan was stuck calling for an Uber to get back to his place. The soft chime of the notification indicated that he had been matched with a driver. But after checking the app, his eyes narrowed in on the rather familiar, smug-looking visage of Rome, the driver who had dropped him off at the airport when he was making his way back home. Memories of his face being pressed up against the musky Uber driver’s crotch made him blush a bright red color. Ethan’s steps slowed as he neared the waiting area, almost hesitant about whether he should request a new driver instead. He wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to experience that all over again, especially when all he wanted to do was to get home and rest.

Amidst his internal dilemma, Ethan was surprised to see a text message from his friend, Devon. The text was simple, but it was perhaps all the saving grace he needed to get out of a stifling car ride in Rome’s sweaty, stinky sports car.

devon: hey you need an uber ride or something back from the airport?

Quickly typing out a response, the young man let out a shaky sigh of relief.

ethan: yes please! are you free to pick me up?

devon: omw. dont cancel the uber

With his finger hovering just above the ‘Cancel Ride’ button, Ethan’s brows furrowed at Devon’s strange request. Why wouldn’t he cancel it if his friend was coming to pick him up? He would be charged for the extra fees if he didn’t show, and the driver would give him lower stars. Knowing the type of person Rome was, Ethan wasn’t exactly eager to give him more of an excuse to mess with him. But his moment of hesitation didn’t give him much time to react, and the app chimed with a new message.

Your driver is almost here! ETA 1 min. Please stand outside and be ready for them. Always verify the license plate before entering!

Sighing, Ethan figured there was no choice but to address things head-on. When the sports car roared up to the curb, the young man stepped up to the passenger side window, bending down to tell Rome that he actually didn’t need the ride anymore. He would have to deal with whatever backlash came later, but it beat getting his face stuffed with an extra thick and musky cock. But when the young man peeked inside as the driver rolled down the window, he was surprised by the sight of an enormously large and beefy man, with a large body that easily dwarfed the driver’s seat. The man was dressed in rather tight shorts, leaving his top bare and shirtless. And sprawled out in the back was another man, passed out with drool dripping from his lips. The other was much younger and slimmer than both of them, but he was stripped of all his clothes and left in nothing but a baggy set of underwear that was several sizes too big for him.

“...U-Um, sorry, I think I have the wrong car…” Ethan stuttered, his brain trying to piece together the disconnect from what he expected would be Rome. But the large man only grinned back at him, waving him in.

“Yo, Ethan! What up, man? How were your holidays?”

Staring back at the stranger with a confused expression, the young man rubbed the back of his head out of confusion. “Ah, sorry, um… do we know each other?”

There was a loud, bellowing laugh, and the hunk clutched at his big, heaving pecs in amusement. “I guess I look really different, huh? It’s Devon, dude! Get in; I’ll tell you all about it on the way back!”

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“Pick up for Devon?”

Devon glanced down into the window, only seeing a cocky-looking Uber driver staring back at him. The young man hummed as he slung his bag over his shoulder, only showing his phone screen as a way of confirming the pick up. “Yeah, you Rome?”

The driver nodded in confirmation, and after loading up Devon’s bags into the trunk, started the ride away from the airport. The conversation was light and straightforward, with the two men complimenting each other about their sizeable builds and bulk. But as Devon was busy browsing through his phone, he noticed the way the driver kept glancing over at his chest instead of focusing on the road. It was also clear that the other man was hitting on him, which was flattering but not something that would hold his interest for long. Clearing his throat, Devon set his phone aside to glance over at Rome with a raised brow.

“Hey man, look. I get the whole… compliment and all, but I don’t really swing that way. You know, if you wanna talk lifts and stuff, I’m fine with that. But I’m not really looking for anything else beyond that.”

Rome snorted as he glanced over with a raised brow, his hand reaching up to grope and squeeze Devon’s chest. “Oh, sure, dude. Like you were putting on these big milkers on display, letting anyone take a peek at them, you think that’s what’s going to draw in all the ladies?” he teased. Taking them off the road for a moment towards an empty lot once more, Rome pulled the car into a park so he could properly face Devon. “You got some balls strollin’ in here and messin’ with me if you’re not even interested.”

“What do you mean?! Dude, I asked for a ride, not some weird hook up or whatever,” Devon grumbled as he pushed his arms out, pushing Rome back into his seat. His hands naturally fell onto the driver’s broad chest, doing his best to keep the other in his place. But Rome only cocked a brow as he glanced down at his passenger’s hand placement.

“...Right, and I’d have an easier time believing you if you weren’t so busy gripping my own pecs.”

Devon scoffed as he tried to pull his hands away, rolling his eyes at the other man. “I didn’t mean to– it just landed there, bro.” But when he made the motion of pulling it away, there was a sudden jolt as Rome’s body moved forward with his arms. “Dude, get off!”

“Stop gripping onto me then and let go!” The driver protested as he also tried to pull away. But the two of them stared in confusion as Devon’s hands remained placed on Rome’s chest, like it was glued in place. The two of them grunted as they tried to pull away, only shuddering at the warm, slick feeling between Devon’s palms and Rome’s pecs. There was a pulse of energy that seemed to radiate through them, flowing from the driver into Devon. And there was a brief moment where Devon thought this was something else that Rome had cooked up to mess with him.

And then came the rush. The flow of muscles that seemed to pump from Rome straight into Devon. His arms acted like pipes as his palms began to suction and siphon away whatever bulk and build the driver had built up. Devon watched in amazement as the other man began to shrink and deflate before his very eyes. What used to be mounds of muscles, tall bicep peaks, and cobbled abs were melting away into a smooth, flat, twink-ish body. Rome looked more like someone lean and toned, focusing more on keeping a slim waist and a fat ass over building up muscle. The changes seemed to really take it out of the other man, with his whole body trembling and shaking as his muscles were drained from his body. Rome’s eyes rolled back as he twitched about, his tongue falling out of his mouth as he slumped down in the driver’s seat. 

In the meantime, all the mass that Devon’s body had sucked up from Rome’s beefy body was being redistributed into his own. The young man groaned as he watched the bulky mass move from his arms throughout his body. The feeling was full of warmth, like a pleasurable, lustful feeling that kept him on the edge. Devon’s own eyes rolled back as he fell back into his seat, his body jerking about as muscles packed onto his already-jacked frame.

The first changes went straight to his pecs that Rome had been so eager to grope and squeeze. His already heavy chest was packing on even more weight, until the meaty bags were hanging with a juicy heft. Devon’s hardening nipples were pointing down, gravity doing its job as it pulled on those jiggling pecs. There was a new sensitivity that seemed to lace underneath the extra muscle, and even the cooler air and the brush of his shirt fabric caused Devon to devolve into a low, moaning mess. He could practically jizz his pants right then and there from the feeling of his shirt stretched tight around his chest.

And then came his arms, with all the extra mass packing up onto his shoulders, triceps, and biceps. Even Devon’s forearms grew to massive proportions, to the point where he could barely wrap one hand around his wrist. He grunted as he admired the swelling size, glancing over at the passed-out driver’s smaller size with an eager grin. Served that creep right for just groping and playing away at him. He didn’t deserve to have a beefy body; all this bulk was better served on Devon instead. Bringing his biceps up for a firm flex, he admired the way the arms bulged with veins as he could feel the newfound power underneath his skin.

Yes, all this extra power was better suited to him than to some random driver. Devon smirked as he felt the powerful, demanding thoughts fill his head. He had been confident and cocky before in his body, but with all his extra mass and size, Devon was now satisfied that no one was bigger than him. He didn’t feel the need to prove himself anymore; he knew he had the presence and aura to make people look at him and do what he wanted when he asked. Devon rolled back his broad, boulder-like shoulders as the last bits of his shirt popped and flew off in tatters.

Fuck, I’m gonna be such a good lover for the ladies and the guys… Wait, guys?

Devon groaned as he felt a new wave of thoughts and feelings flood into his head. His attraction and draw towards hot, sexy mommies with big tits was still there. Still, he found himself thinking a little longer about cute boys in dresses, slim twinks with fat asses bouncing away on his fat, thick cock, and femme guys gagging and spluttering over his thick length as he stared down at them. Grunting as a rush of blood moved down towards his hardening cock, Devon rolled his hips and pushed them off the car seat to get into a more comfortable position. The idea was too tempting, and he found himself being more willing to have some fun beyond the ladies, as long as it was with the right guy…

Glancing over to his left, he eyed the passed-out driver, clearly in a dazed state of unresponsiveness as drool dripped down those pretty pink lips over his baggy shirt. Devon chuckled at the rather cute expression on the other’s face, a stark contrast to the demanding and ignorant approach Rome had not that long ago. Devon’s hand idly slid down towards his bulge, groping and squeezing at the fattening mound greedily. It would be so easy to have some fun with him right here and now, but he knew there were plenty of things wrong with that. Luckily, the chime from Rome’s phone indicated the request from a new rider at the airport. Even better, Devon’s eyes widened at the familiar name he saw on the driver’s phone. 

Perfect.

The young man made his way out of the car, taking his time to adjust to his massive new size and bulk. Lumbering over to the driver’s side, he popped the door open, only to quickly catch the slim body of Rome slumping out the side. Devon raised a brow in surprise as the slender man didn’t reply, not even from the sound of his big shoes stomping on the ground, not from the back door being opened, or even after Devon had all but tossed him onto the seats unceremoniously with his ass up.

“Fuck… You’re such a tease, you know that?” Devon growled as he eyed the jiggling cheeks ripple through Rome’s clothes. Even if everything was baggier and far too large on the slim man, there was enough jiggle left behind on that bubble butt to leave very little to the imagination. Closing the door so his horny thoughts didn’t get the best of him, Devon turned his attention back to the phone to accept the ride request. “Here we go…” he murmured as he climbed into the driver’s seat of the sports car, revving up the engine before peeling out of the lot. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could return home and truly enjoy everything that had happened to him.

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“And that’s what happened,” Devon said with a low chuckle as he drove the sports car up towards the front of Ethan’s apartment. He glanced over at the shocked expression on his friend’s face, only laughing as he showed off his beefier body. Even with all the extra mass, his abs never lost their definition. It made sense why he had been driving around earlier without a shirt on.

“Honestly, this feels so much better, knowing that I have all the right size and bulk that this guy shouldn’t have had,” he hummed as Devon flexed for Ethan to admire once more. “But, that being said, I don’t think I should take him back like this. I don’t even know where he’s supposed to go, and I think he’s too zoinked out of his mind to even talk to anyone right now.”

Ethan’s eyes began to narrow as his mind started to follow along with Devon’s logic. “Wait… you don’t mean–?”

“You mind if he crashes at your place for a couple of days? I don’t think I can keep him passed out in the back of his car, and he’s probably gonna be freaked out with everything when he comes to,” Devon said with a shrug of his broad shoulders, only offering a sheepish smile at Ethan in conciliation.

Scoffing at his friend, Ethan crossed his arms over his chest as he stared back defiantly. “Oh yeah? And why can’t he stay at yours instead?”

But Ethan regretted his question as soon as he asked it, shuddering at the lascivious lip lick as Devon glanced back at Rome’s fat ass cheeks pushed up in the air. “Because I’d be so tempted to pound those sweet cheeks all night long. And knowing you, I don’t think you’d get up to any funny business with him. It’ll be cute, like a little boys’ sleepover where the twinks and twunks can chat about who has the fattest cocks in town or something,” Devon teased as he leaned over to pat Ethan’s hair.

“Fuck off,” Ethan grumbled as he pushed his friend’s hands away from his head. He began climbing out of the car, only yelping in surprise as he felt Devon’s large hand reach up to pinch at his ass through his pants.

“Spoiler alert– It’s me. I’ll show you some proof next time. Take care of my new boytoy!” Devon said with a roaring laugh as he zipped away with his newest car, leaving Ethan behind with all of his bags and a face-down, ass-up twink on the sidewalk.

[next-gen-men]

December 28th - Fit to Fat - Kyle

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The snowman’s arms are looking short and stubby. Then you won’t mind one with cheeks a bit more chubby.

It was the second time Kyle had asked him to come over and hang out this week, although Ethan had a good guess what the other man wanted to do to pass the time. He didn’t particularly mind, even if Kyle preferred spending the afternoon smoking weed or popping edibles. The two of them usually found a movie to watch together or some video games to play while his friend enjoyed the high. Today was no different, although the young man could already see his friend making a dent in his stash. The basement air was foggy with smoke, a light haze coloring the air as Ethan made his way down the stairs.

“Whew, you already started or something?” he called out with a small laugh as he eyed Kyle lounging about on the basement sofa. His friend was in the middle of sucking out a fat one from his bong, glancing up with red eyes as he saw Ethan walking in. Kyle only offered up a dopey grin as he waved the other man over. He puffed out a thick cloud of smoke, letting it join the rest of the smoky cloud hanging above him.

“Yooooo, what’s good, bro? Took ya long enough. Had to start without ya or I was gonna be bored outta my mind!”

Ethan snorted as he walked over, flopping onto the couch as he took in his friend’s appearance. “Hey man, I told you I was running late. And don’t lie; I know you’ve been smoking all day, whether I was coming over or not,” he teased as he let his eyes roam over his friend’s shirtless body. But Ethan still picked up the gym shirt he was sitting on and tossed it over to his friend. “And I told you to wear clothes. You’re gonna give people the wrong idea,” he groaned. It was hard not to want to savor the free view his friend was putting on, but Ethan didn’t want to take advantage of that fact when Kyle wasn’t even in his right state of mind. “Shaved off the moustache, huh? That’s a shame; I liked how it looked on ya.”

Kyle gestured at his face, only shrugging his shoulders as he let out another puff of smoke. “Ahh, I thought I’d change it up. Don’t worry; it’ll grow back in like two days or something. I grow hair like crazy,” he grinned as he brought one arm up behind his head to show off his hairy armpit. Taking the shirt that Ethan threw at him, the stoner slipped on a compression shirt without a second thought. Even if it was his own home, he still wanted his friend to feel comfortable enough to come over. Most people didn’t exactly vibe with Kyle the same way Ethan did, and to lose such a friendship would have been a great loss for him.

“So, whatchu wanna do? We got movies, we got games. I even brought out my snack collection for the munchies,” Kyle continued as he gestured towards the box on the table. There were various chips, bags of cookies, and all sorts of goodies that one could dream of when they were high and craving some snacks. He picked up the TV remote and tossed it over to Ethan to browse. “Heard there was like, some good stuff to watch on Netflix or whatever. You can check my watchlist.”

Catching the remote, Ethan tapped through a few buttons as he began browsing through the streaming service. His eyes flicked from show to show, debating to himself about what the mood of today’s hangout would be like. To his side, he heard his friend rummaging through the snack box, pulling out a bag for himself to munch on. Ethan snorted as he glanced over at Kyle with a raised brow. “Already got the munchies, huh? What’re you having?” he asked as he selected a baking competition show. If they were going to be eating and watching, then perhaps something simple to play in the background was the right move. Having the show be food-related was an even better plus.

The other man pulled the bag away from his chest as he popped a few purple cookies into his mouth. His dazed eyes did their best to read the bag, carefully sounding out the words for both of them to hear. “Um…. It says… ‘Muscle Munchies.’ ‘Fantasy flavor.’ ‘Figgy Piggy,’ whatever that means,” Kyle mumbled as he slurred over his words, trying to read the text. None of that made sense to him, but he figured it was just some option in the aisle he picked up randomly as he browsed the store earlier. “Dunno what any of that means, but it tastes good. Like figs or something,” he chuckled as he wiped away some drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Fuck, he was salivating. That treat really tasted so good, and Kyle didn’t even realize that his hand was already reaching back into the bag to pull out a few more cookies.

“D-Did you say, ‘Muscle Muchies?’” Ethan asked with widening eyes as the show began to play. There was a flicker of recognition in the back of his mind, something that he remembered witnessing all but a couple of days ago. “Oh– Oh no! Kyle, you have to stop eating that! Put it down!” he gasped as he tried to get the other man to let go of the bag. But the other man practically growled at Ethan as Kyle kept him at bay.

“Hey man! This is my bag! You should get your own if you wanna try it. This shit is good, and I’m eating this! It’s all mine; you can have the rest! There are so many options!”

Ethan stared at him as his friend easily held him off, only huffing as he tried to make a few more grabs at him. “No, no, I don’t want it! You don’t understand, Kyle! You shouldn’t eat too much. Otherwise, stuff will happen and—”

The low, grumbling noise from Kyle’s stomach interrupted the young man’s desperate attempts to clarify his actions, causing both of them to stare at the stoner’s hard and firm abs. All of a sudden, like water seeping through the cracks of a broken bowl, fat and skin began to trickle between the deep crevices of the defined six-pack. Ethan gasped softly at the plumping sight, only staring on in amazement as the definition slowly faded away with each passing second. What used to be a skin-tight, hard-cut display of abs was melting into a more plump and smooth stomach. It wasn’t as if the muscle was being lost; in fact, it was clear that Kyle’s strength and bulk were all there. But layers upon layers of fat began to hide it, stacking up and over his stomach until there was a jiggling, heavy belly. Kyle’s hands had snuck down to cup the underside of his swelling stomach, only groaning as he felt all the fat shift and bob at his tender touches.

“O-Oh god… Oh god… I’m getting so big!” Kyle moaned as his cock twitched in his shorts. The gym shirt he had thrown on was quickly becoming more distended, stretching it to its compression limits with all the extra mounds it accounted for. But still, even with all the rapidly growing changes, the high man only shoved in a few more purple cookies into his mouth, groaning as some crumbs tumbled down from the corner of his lips.

“Kyle! Stop eating them! You’re growing— you’re growing too big!” Ethan pleaded as he shifted his body to the side, so that he could look past the growing ball of Kyle’s gut to stare at his friend.

“I—I can’t, man. These— oh fuck— these taste so fuckin’ good!” Kyle moaned as he crammed in three more cookies at once. As he gobbled up the snacks, his visage began to shift and change. His hair began to darken to a jet-black color, while his face began to plump and fatten, with extra mass forming at his jaw, cheeks, and neck. Ethan watched as Kyle’s eyes began to lengthen and flatten, and his visage took on a more familiar, yet plumper, East Asian appearance. His friend’s body shifted from the rugged, skater boy model look into that of a sumo wrestler, with plenty of fat and muscle to pin anyone he pleased to the ground.

Thrusting his chest upwards as he swallowed down the last bits of his snacks, Kyle groaned as his chest began to grow and swell to greater proportions. His firm, heavy pecs started to soften and spill out with excess bounciness as the tits transformed into full-on man boobs. He moaned as the juicy feeling caused him to feel extra bloated and full, and the tight shirt stretched to accommodate the excess heft as two additional mounds obstructed his view.

Struggling to sit up from his sprawled position on the couch, Kyle could only roll around until he fell to the floor. He caught himself with his limbs, his muscles working overtime to hold up all the extra mass. Kyle grunted as he moved about, his new weight causing him to waddle and struggle to bend at the hips. But he was able to finally stand upright, staring down at Ethan with a dazed expression as the two of them took on his new form. But there was still that deep, rumbling gurgle from his stomach, with hunger overtaking Kyle’s ability to think clearly. He just felt… so hungry…

His eyes wavered with fear and worry as his body moved of its own accord. Reaching down to scoop up the snack box, Kyle whimpered as his hands brought it up high above his head. He wanted to stop, needed this to stop… And yet, he couldn’t find the power to pull his arms away. Kyle’s mouth opened up wide naturally, and his hand tipped the box so that the rest of the fig-flavored snacks tumbled out and into his gaping maw. Gagging as the crumbly cookies spilled over him, the stoner’s hungry body greedily chomped away at the snacks. It was like he was behaving on autopilot now, just a passenger in this big, hulking body as he greedily ate up every last bit, just like… a greedy pig.

Even before he swallowed up the mess of cookies being mashed about in his mouth, the changes from the Muscle Munchies were slowly making their way through Kyle’s body. The last bit remaining was his bottom, slowly pressing up against the confines of his pants. The already-rounded out backside was plump with a juicy, bubble butt. But with all the excess contents that Kyle had gobbled up, the fat was multiplying at an accelerated rate. The ass cheeks began to push outwards and extend towards the upper limits of the pants, until there was an obvious and audible rip from the fabric being torn in two.

The loud and audible noise was quickly followed by a loud, flatulent fart that slipped past Kyle’s juicy cheeks. The large man groaned as his body expelled a rather noxious, yet relieving, fart. It released all the bubbling, gassy feeling inside of his distended gut, and Kyle’s uncomfortable expression loosened into something more pleased with himself. “F-Fuck… Sorry, dude… I’m just so big… and gassy–” He groaned, only gasping as he let out another reverberating fart between his two, fat ass cheeks. The rippling air caused them to bounce and jiggle, with the extra mass offering up a clear and visible view of the bounce without Kyle having to turn around.

As Kyle swallowed down the last of the cookies, a simple look flitted over his eyes. While he was still high out of his mind, there was a certain acceptance that fitted over him like a warm, weighted blanket. The beefy, muscled pig raised his arms in a firm flex, only chuckling dumbly as he eyed the increased mass of his biceps. While he had been strong before, nothing compared to the extra mass that showcased his true power. Kyle let out a loud burp, rubbing his rounded belly with a satisfied grin.

“Ah, fuck… Dude, I think those snacks really hit the spot for me,” he chuckled as he fell back onto the couch once more. The furniture creaked and shifted underneath all his extra weight, forming a sizeable indent in the cushions as Kyle leaned back to make himself comfortable. “Fuck… Now I wanna smoke another blunt or so for that… Just so fuckin’ hungry for more…” Kyle groaned.

Ethan stared at the fattened man before his very eyes, his childhood friend changing once more from that dumb, stoner jock into a large, guzzling man who could gobble up everything in sight. He watched as Kyle began palming at his own bulge, reaching one hand down to push up the underside of his belly for easier access.

“Sorry, dude… Eating and smoking get me all sorts of horny. It’s so hard to hold myself back when I’ve got all this good stuff out here,” Kyle grunted as he nodded his head toward the sack of joints and chips on the table. “Hand me another one, will ya?”

Obediently grabbing one bag at random, Ethan wordlessly handed one over, not even glancing at the packaged label until Kyle was reading it over in his hands.

“Muscle Munchies: Hairy Hawaiian Punch… That sounds pretty good… I wonder what that’ll taste like…”