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He said he wanted to try a new protein powder at the gym and you wrote it off as another 2 week stint to “get healthy” for the New Year. But it’s almost half way through the year and the results have been astounding. Almost impossible to believe. He maintained consistency, going 5 days a week, giving you updates on his new PR’s and lifts he was adding. The stamina increase was the most noticeable. It made it so easy to ignore that something was clearly amiss. How he grew out of the last 2 sets of workout gear. How the weight never really went away, it just slowly shifted. How he suddenly wanted to grow out a mustache, then his body hair. You didn’t even know he used to shave. It was a lot harder to ignore when he put that stamina to use experimenting in the bedroom. Your previously cuddly bottom was much more interested in licking, kissing, sucking every inch of you. His oral fixation was becoming obsessive as on night he managed to latch onto your cock and suck three loads out of you. You tried to tell him you were dry, but he threw his hairy pit in your face and suddenly you couldn’t keep track of time. You think it was three loads?The more he sucked, the less you could resist, wanting for him to milk another from you. You weren’t sure when he started topping you, sucking you off as he pounded your prostate, greedily catching every drop you spurted out.

“Fuck man, when did you get so masc?”

He chuckled and flexed, showing off his body. He clearly hadn’t showered after the gym and time was… funny again, “I’ve always been this way boy. Need to hit my protein goals.”

“Aren’t you using that protein powder…” your mouth was agape and drooling.

He laughed, “It’s more of a protein… enhancer. Helps me get the protein I need.” His gut was pressing against you. It jiggled… so full of… protein. “I need at least another 20 grams today bro and the gym didn’t give me enough.”

“I… what-?”

He glared and shoved his damp pit in your face, “No more questions. I need that brotein.”

You sighed and relaxed. No need to worry. Just enjoy the ride…

“Good boy, that’s 8 loads. Rest and 2 more sets.”

It was three of… something.

#hairy pits #male pits #male weight gain #male tf #male hypnosis #male mind control #bearification #bear tf #tf caption

bigification

This fat redneck wearing overalls just walked up to me insisting I'm his son. Can you get him to stop bothering me?

*sigh* "why do I always get the crazies...." I mutter under my breath. "Yeah, I'll go talk to him."

I walk into the other room and close the door behind me, obscuring your view.

"Sir, I can't have you disturbing our customers."

You hear the faint conversation through the door.

"Wait, what are you doing. Sto-"

*Thud*

"Please don't!"

My voice suddenly becomes muffled.

"Oh god, what is happening to me?"

You hear the sound of me stumbling around the room.

"Why does this feel.... So good."

My voice is barely recognizable as it starts to become deep and gruff.

"Ohhh... Fuck yeah, I feel so fucking strong."

All you hear is grunting and growling from the other side of the door. Then, all of a sudden, the door busts open.

I squeeze through the door, struggling to fit my broad shoulders through the door frame. I tower over you, my hairy chest is at your eye level, giving you prime view of my hulking body. As your head tilts up to meet me eye to eye, you see my magnificent beard, it radiates more masculinity than you can comprehend.

"Just had a word with pops back there," I say in a thick southern accent, "since talkin' clearly ain't workin' for ya, he says I get to deal with ya myself."

I grab the back of your head and pull you in. You try to pull away, but I don't budge. I lift my other arm and stuff your face into my armpit. You hold your breath as you desperately try to push yourself away from me, but it's no use, it only delays the inevitable.

"You're gonna have to breathe in eventually boy." I chuckle as I rub your face deeper into my pit.

After a few more seconds, you take a deep breath through your nose. You recoil at the musky smell, but I hold you in for a bit longer and make sure you get a few more whiffs.

"That should teach ya a lesson." I say as I let you go.

You quickly spring backward, stumbling to the other side of the room.

"What did you do to me!?" You yell at me as you struggle to catch your balance.

"You'll see..."

You start to feel a tingle in your face when suddenly, thick hairs begin to sprout above your lip, forming a small mustache. You slowly bring your hand up to your face and brush your finger along the wiry hairs.

"Ah! What the fuck?"

The sensation is quickly followed by an intense itchiness that engulfs the lower half of your face as short hairs emerge along your skin, creating a patchy five o'clock shadow. Then your sharp jawline starts to melt into a soft double chin, making your face look even more unkempt than it was before.

And if that wasn't bad enough, you watch as hair starts to fall from your head in clumps, making your hairline recede a couple inches and thinning the rest.

"There's the family resemblance."

I put a baseball cap on your head to hide the hairline.

"Get used to wearin' these, you'll need em." I let out a hearty laugh.

"This... This... Is..." You stutter.

"It's feels great, don't it. Just let it happen boy!"

You start to groan and grunt as your voice begins to deepen. You grab your stomach in pain, then, your stomach suddenly shoots out into a sizable beer belly.

*Uuurrrrppppp!* You let out a nasty burp while your shirt slowly rides up your gut.

A satisfied look takes over your face as you slowly rub your new belly. You're so distracted that you barely notice when your pecs inflate into round man tits that are barely contained by your tiny shirt.

"Bro... Urrrp... I'm getting so ripped."

You chuckle as you flex your arms, barely showing the muscle underneath a layer of fat. Meanwhile, curly hairs begin to sprout all over your body. You're still a far way away from being as hairy as your older bro, but most men dream to be as hairy as you. Hair starts poking out above your shirt collar and over your shoulders while they spread across your exposed belly. That's not even mentioning the forest of hair covering your back.

"Do ya think these pants make me look fat?" You say with a deep southern twang.

"Quite yer' whinin', they look fine."

I give you a slap on the shoulder, sending you off balance. Meanwhile, your pants are on the verge of ripping. The button is holding on for dear life as your fat ass strains the fabric. It only gets worse when the bulge in your pants starts to grow. You try to adjust it, but it only gets worse as your dick starts to snake down your pants leg.

"Oouuugghhh fuck!" You moan as your transformation slows.

"Now that's a man that'll make this family proud!"

"Y'think so?"

"You're built like a real breeder, like me an' pops." I slap you on the gut. "Now why don't you come have a word with me an' pops, we got somethin' to tell ya."

hairybreedsbest

This arrogant bro twink had been causing trouble at your gym. He was loud, arrogant, rude, strutting around like he owned the place for weeks now since he joined, and of particular concern, he seemed to focus his aggression on anyone he perceived as gay. Something had to be done. One evening you decide to launch your attack. He had gone into the locker room, and you followed a few minutes later. He was taking a video of himself in the mirror, telling his girlfriend that he’s getting so jacked he might have to leave her for a prettier, sexier woman. “Nice biceps, man,” you said in your deep, low voice. He turned around, aggression in full force, “what are you looking at, old man?” You didn’t flinch, it was completely expected. “You should respect your elders, especially those who are stronger, more powerful, and more masculine.” He didn’t like that one bit. “What are you talking about, old man, I’m ten times the man you are.” You took your shirt and shorts off, leaving only your jockstrap with a very prominent bulge on. His eyes flicked over your muscular, extremely hairy body, and your enormous bulge. “What… you… fuck…” He was faltering, and that was all it took. You looked him in the eyes and started speaking slowly, your deep rumbling voice going into his head and taking control of his mind. After 5 minutes, you stopped. “Why don’t we head to the steam room together?” He still had a blank stare, but was able to reply, “sounds like fun.” Thirty minutes you later emerged from the steam room, exhausted but invigorated from the triple breeding you delivered to his tight, virgin butt. He came out of the steam room after you. You could already see the effects. “Apologies for interrupting you earlier, why don’t you continue videoing yourself in the mirror?” He walked over slowly and resumed. The hair was growing even over the course of him making his short video. “Send it to your girlfriend,” you commanded. He did, and a few seconds later his phone was exploding with texts and phone calls. “You.re a gay, bald, hairy, hungry, bottom now who wants raw cum all the time, aren’t you?” He nodded. “Don’t you feel so much better?” He smiled, heading back to the steam room, waiting for you or someone else to give him what he desperately craves.

menonthenet-deactivated20231028

goodimpressionofmyself

bro’s been feelin a little tense lately. been havin some second thoughts about our little arrangement. about what i’ve been feeding him. about the training files encouraging him to become nothing more than a big, dumb mindless bull

of course he was way into it at first. practically begged me to do it to him. looks like reality’s starting to sink in a little too late for bull bro here. so horny, he can’t focus on his job. so foggy in the head, he hasn’t read a book in months. been dripping so much milk into his shorts, his meaty fore-hooves are startin to smell a little cheesy. dry humped his bed so fuckin hard, he busted the frame in half and now he’s gotta sleep on the floor. when he goes out with his straight bros, only thing he wants to do is rut. spread the programming around, build a heard he can graze and bulk with. slow it down, big guy! got a single pen for you lined up, not openin a cattle farm! he’s already proving a way bigger time sink that i intended. absolutely fuckin insatiable. needs to stop by my place six times a day to get milked. begs me to make it stop. says this isn’t wanted he wanted. uh… yeah it was. whadja think was gonna happen, bro? think i wasn’t gonna mindfuck you into a big dumb horny animal?

standing tall, ready to charge, muscles pumped with his post-workout stiffy, his reactive mind’s already been absorbed by the bull he’s about to become. deep down, he’s ready to moo, ready to surrender to the dumb meaty bovine within. but his conscious mind’s still holdin out. still trying to pretend that he’s still a man. you like fighting against it, bro? you’re gonna lose. best thing a bull can do is fight against his instinct toward captivity. all that muscle and wildness, begging to break free. craving to be contained. the insatiable paradox that leads a bull bro to sink deeper into bestial brutality, running in circles until he’s totally cornered, shackled up and inevitably leashed. feels good to change like that, don’t it, bro? hope you had fun thrashing out. enjoy your new life, bull

immortalmrwavell

Ignorance To Bliss

(Pride Month Special)

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m cool with gay dudes and gay chicks but I just don’t understand why you guys need a whole month? What’s there to celebrate? It’s not like we have a pride month for straight people.” Kyle mused as he scuffed his trainer against the floor.

Garrett had to do his best not to immediately roll his eyes at his clueless roommate. “It’s not just about being part of the LGBTQ. It’s about celebrating how far we’ve and everyone that came before us have come. And how far we still need to go until we get real equality. It’s not just about celebrating how much we like being gay. Come on Kyle…” Garrett did his best to explain things to Kyle but it was clear most of what he was saying went right over the straight skater bro’s head.

“I dunno brah. I feel like you guys have it pretty equal nowadays. I see gay dudes, like, everywhere.” Kyle retorted, his obliviousness somehow making him sound dumber than he already was. It was clear he didn’t mean anything he was saying in a hateful or derogatory way. It was just the ignorance of a straight man shining bright.

“Not in the slightest. I wish that were true but we’re still a ways off equal rights.” Garrett insisted. “I get it’s probably hard to grasp if you’re not actually gay but please just trust me.”

Kyle shrugged. “Whatever you say man. I still think it’s a bit over the top. You do you though I guess.”

Garrett watched as Kyle sauntered off towards his bedroom. He couldn’t help but sigh a little. He could swear they’d had this exact same debate last year during Pride month. And the year before that. Yet every time, no matter how well Garrett explained it, the reason as to why it was so important always seemed to fly over Kyle’s head. Garrett liked the guy but Kyle really could be dense sometimes.

Unbeknownst to them both, a great and powerful warlock had been spying on them. Mr Wavell. Invisible as he usually was. He’d been in search of his next experiment and he couldn’t help but think he’d found just the right guy in Kyle. He was cute for sure. Lean but very hairy from head to toe with some nice facial hair that really got Wavell’s cock pumping. Not to mention that dumb skater bro attitude was enough to make Wavell want to bend him over the side of his bed right here and now before fucking him until the sun comes up.

Immediately Wavell began to think of all the things he could possibly do to Kyle. He could force him to swap bodies with Garrett. He could get him to hulk out of his baggy clothes. Perhaps even add some fat to go with all that hair and make him into a proper bear of a man. Or what if he aged Kyle up to his mid forties just to see how much of a daddy he’d become in years to come. Kyle seemed like the type to age like fine wine after all. However, after the conversation he’d just witnessed, Wavell soon landed on the perfect change for a man like this.

As Kyle laid on his bed scrolling through his phone, Wavell held out a hand towards him. Purple magic began to sparkle around his fingertips before shooting out towards the oblivious dolt before him. Kyle was none the wiser, his mortal eyes unable to see or detect the magic without Wavell’s say so. Before long Kyle’s entire body was wrapped in a soft purple glow as he continued to mindlessly scroll past images of half naked women mixed into his feed. The magic pulsed a few times around his figure before focusing down to concentrate on three precise points on his body.

His brain, his cock and his ass.

Kyle couldn’t help but shift around awkwardly on the bed as his ass began to transform first. It was the most subtle of the three but still necessary in Wavell’s eyes. Those unremarkable fuzzy cheeks he had hidden away in his baggy shorts started to swell and perk up. Soon gaining a bubblier shape that would jiggle modestly with any step he took. Soon becoming a shapely and supple ass, the likes of which anyone would be tempted to smack just for the sake of watching it ripple.

The 27 year old was none the wiser to his first change. However he couldn’t help but grunt a little when the magic pulsing around his crotch began to morph his cock. All his life, Kyle had been blessed with a horse cock. It was part of the reason he always wore such baggy clothes. Anything too tight would run the risk of looking obscene with how large his manhood was. But that was about to change.

9 hefty inches. That’s how big Kyle’s dick was when he got excited. Even still a staggering 6 inches while soft. Enough to give any man all the confidence he needs in life. But now as Wavell’s magic works its was in and around Kyle’s prised male organ, that intimidating size began to slip away. Slowly losing inch after inch alongside some of its formerly impressive girth. Kyle barely noticed. Only scratching his groin in oblivious confusion while continuing to scroll his phone.

Before long Kyle’s once mighty cock had shrunken down to about half of its former greatness. 5 inches hard and 3 inches soft. Much more modest. It was generous considering Wavell had all the power to give Kyle a tiny little micro dick but he decided not to be quite so cruel. Still it was a far cry from the cock Kyle had once had. It doesn't matter though. Soon enough Kyle wouldn't need a large impressive cock anyway.

With Kyle’s cock and ass now changed, his brain was last on the chopping block. The magic swirling around the dome of his head began to intensify as it reached inside of his mind and wormed around until it found what it was looking for. Kyle’s sexuality. The previous two changes had just been for Wavell’s enjoyment. This one was what he was really in it for.

Kyle found himself feeling oddly faint and lightheaded and Wavell’s magic systematically removed any attraction Kyle once had towards women. Draining him of any kind of sexual magnetism for the opposite sex until he was nothing more than a blank slate in that regard. Ready to be remodeled as the warlock saw fit.

Then came the fun part. Wavell had the pleasure of refilling Kyle’s sexuality with a pure unbridled lust for cock. Before long his brain had become completely fogged over with thoughts and images of handsome men, both young and old. His heart raced as he failed to stop himself from feeling hot and flushed at the idea of touching another man’s hairy chest or kissing his biceps. And of course sucking dick. Wavell would make sure to plant these desires so deep inside Kyle’s brain that soon the mere idea of getting fucked by another man would feel like a necessity to him. Like it was something he simply couldn’t live without.

Kyle had become a writhing horny mess on the bed. His phone discarded to one side as he reached a hand down towards his crotch. His diminished cock was as stiff as could be and sensitive to the touch. He reached underneath the waist band to grip it gently. He should’ve noticed how much smaller it was now but somehow as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, it felt normal…

There was part of his mind that was trying to tell him that something was very wrong. Trying to remind him that he was a straight man despite how much he wanted to bust a nut at the thought of swallowing another dude's cum. Trying to remind him that he liked women as he arched his back at the idea of being speared up the ass by an enormous cock. His mortal brain did everything it could to warn him. But it wasn’t nearly enough to stand against the might of Mr Wavell’s potent magic.

Soon enough Kyle’s shorts were down around his ankles as he found himself jerking off furiously to the onslaught of hot men that now plagued his mind. He’d turned over on the bed so that his face was on the pillow with his ass up in the air while he reached underneath to touch himself. He envisioned some kind of hunk or daddy coming up behind him and rubbing their dick in between his thick hairy ass cheeks. Teasing his hole gently before finally sliding in and giving him the pounding of a lifetime. It was all he could think about as his former life as a straight man seemed to slip through his fingers.

Wavell nodded to himself as he watched, pleased with his handiwork as always. He absolutely could’ve left it there and moved on after taking some time to enjoy the sight. But when he thought of a way to make this even better, he just couldn’t help himself.

He left Kyle where he was in the bedroom before phasing through the walls and into the living room where Garrett was sat. He was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch, completely unaware of what’d happened to his roommate. The unsuspecting man was equally unaware of how the warlock was about to change him as well.

Mr Wavell’s magic reached out towards Garrett similar to how it’d reached Kyle. Coiling gently around Garrett’s lean but fit frame until he was completely submerged in the warmth of Wavell’s sparkling purple magic. Though, just like Kyle, he couldn’t see it. What he would see however was the transformation it was about to bestow upon him.

Garrett’s change was no doubt going to be much more physical than Kyle’s had been, evident by how the magic seemed to spread itself evenly across his entire body rather than focusing on any specific spots. Then, with a smirk, Wavell used his power to begin aging Garrett up.

Prior to this Garrett had always been just a couple years younger than Kyle, having turned 25 a few months back. But not anymore as Garrett found himself growing older by the second. Quickly rising up through his twenties and into his thirties. He had no idea what was happening to him at first. Only that he felt this bizarre build up of energy pulsing around his body in an oddly pleasurable reverberating wave. Hardly even noticing the way his skin began to look more weathered or the feeling of wrinkles starting to form around his eyes and forehead. Or even how his hairline started to recede more noticeably as he started to approach his forties.

Garrett let out a low and satisfied grumble as he allowed his head to fall back against the couch. He should’ve questioned this weird and unnatural sensation but it felt too damn good. So much so that his eyes fluttered shut just dark brown hair began to see wisps of silver that didn’t waste any time multiplying as he continued along his forties. Even the mild hair on his chest and face started to gain a salt and pepper touch.

And finally Garrett reached his early fifties. Luckily for him, the rapid aging came to a screeching halt soon after. He was left looking like a delicious dad who most would agree was a dilf that could absolutely get it. Still lean and fit but now with a bit more mature edge. It was immediately clear that Garrett was just one of those men that age like fine wine. Only looking better as they look older. Wavell had just helped him skip to the good part. But he wasn’t finished.

“There’s still room to dad-ify you a little more I think…” Wavell muttered to himself. So he urged his magic on just a little bit further to keep moulding Garrett’s body.

The result of this was for Garrett’s stomach to rumble loudly. It was an omen for what was to come as seconds later, his once slender physique swiftly began to swell with fat. His lean muscle softening slightly under layers of string capable flesh. His growing arms filled out the sleeves of his shirt slightly. Those ballooning thighs strained the seams of his pants. His once hard chest couldn’t help but sag ever so slightly. But most notably of all, his belly started to expand until he was left with a nice hefty dad gut.

Wavell made sure to add a few final touches like making sure to fill out Garrett’s face with a little bit of chub as well as granting him a nice dad butt to match his belly. But even after adding all that sexy new weight to Garrett’s frame, Wavell was still hungry for more dadification.

“Hmmmm… How about some extra fur.” Wavell shrugged before snapping his fingers.

The magic around Garrett glowed brightly again. Then in an instant, newfound body hair began to sprout around his chubby new dad bod. Swirling around his chest and stomach the most but also giving his legs, ass and arms a good helping too. He still wasn’t quite as hairy as Kyle but he wasn’t far off. Especially as his beard grew fuller than ever before.

“Almost perfect. Just one last thing…”

The purple glow moved now and concentrated only on Garrett’s groin. Swirling desperately around his bulge as it began to flood his dick with transformative energy similar to what’d happened to Kyle. Only Garret’s cock didn’t get smaller. Quite the opposite. It started to grow rapidly. Getting longer and girthier while his balls get fatter and fuller. Not stopping until Garrett was carrying an enormous drooling daddy cock between his legs.

Wavell grinned. “There. Now that’s a daddy.”

As the magic finally began to dissipate, so did the warm pleasurable sensation that’d been keeping Garrett distracted. As such he found himself opening his eyes again slowly only to look wide eyed down at his new form.

“W-w-w-what the f-FUCK!” He roared in a panic. Even his voice was different. More gravely and aged. His hands flew to his midsection, grabbing his belly in disbelief. He was lost for words with no idea how to react beyond simply squeezing his gut a few times to confirm it was real. Every instinct was screaming at him that it was impossible. And yet… he couldn’t even remember what his body was supposed to look like? Wavell had already taken the step of removing most of Garrett’s knowledge of his younger self. Before long he’ll believe he’s always been this thick older daddy. But a little extra push to help get his mind off things couldn’t hurt right?

At last Wavell undid the invisibility shimmer on himself, allowing Garrett to see the warlock standing before him.

“Whoa!? W-where did you come from?!? Who are you?!?!” Garrett shouted in a panic, understandably so. Unfortunately he wouldn’t get an answer to his question.

Before he had a chance to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening, the suited stranger before him reached out and grabbed either side of Garrett’s head. Mr Wavell’s eyes began to glow a deep violet as he cradled Garrett’s head in his hands. Garrett sank under his control in a matter of seconds. Nobody could resist his gaze.

“You love being a daddy. Ultimately it’s your life's purpose, isn’t it?” Wavell told Garrett like it was a fact.

“I love being… a daddy. It’s my purpose…” Garrett repeated back to Wavell

“And right now your boy is sitting all alone in his room, begging for someone to go and satisfy his hole. He needs your cock Garrett. He needs daddy’s cock.” Wavell’s words sunk in nice and deep.

“My boy… he needs my cock…” Garrett repeated again, dick hardening slightly against his pants in response.

“You want to be a good daddy don’t you?” The warlock asked.

Garrett nodded slowly but surely.

“Then get in there and fill your boy with a nice fat load to show him just how much he matters to you. Understand?” Wavell smiled.

“Yes… sir.” Garrett confirmed.

Wavell leaned in and kissed Garrett on the forehead “Good man. I know you’ll do well.” He said before slowly pulling his hands back and releasing Garrett from his gaze. “Now get in there.”

Garrett didn’t waste a second. He practically leapt up from the couch before making his way down the hallway towards Kyle’s room. Wavell followed behind him, watching as Garrett opened the door only to be greeted by a glorious sight. Kyle’s ass was still up in there air, waving side to side as he jerked himself off. Who could possibly resist an invitation like that. Garrett couldn’t stop himself from pouncing on Kyle’s furry ass. The first thing he did was stuff his face nice and deep before eating out his hole like a pro.

At first Kyle was a little confused as to what was happening. The hot daddy that’d just walked into his room looked weirdly like his roommate, only older and fatter. Was it Garrett’s dad he wondered? He was too honey to keep questioning it though. All he knew was that the universe had blessed him with a hot daddy who was eager to fulfil his need for cock. And he welcomed it readily.

After recasting the invisibility shimmer on himself, Wavell took a seat on a nearby chair next to the bed. Watching tentatively as Garrett worked his way to finally plunging his huge dad cock inside Kyle’s hole. The sensation of which caused Kyle’s much smaller dick to pulse harder than it ever could’ve from masturbation. Before long Kyle’s face was buried deep into his pillow while Garrett made sure to drive his cock down to the hilt with every mighty thrust. More than eager to breed and claim his new boy.

Wavell smiled. He couldn’t help but feel like these two were going to enjoy their lives a hell of a lot more now. And as for Kyle and his attitude towards pride month, it’s probably safe to say that he might have a change of tone by next year when he’s going to parades and celebrating with his new daddy.

intensitygreene

pupmilo-nl

After hours and hours on end staring at the spiral, letting the flashing words enter his subconscious and endlessly edging turning that mind of his into mush one word popped up on the screen

CUM

Jake’s mind shattered into pieces as his body convulsed and pushed a bit spurt of cum onto his chest. With each spurt he felt the last bits of his mined being pushed away, shot out to never be found again. Jake isn’t Jake anymore, he’s a totally blank slate now to be moulded to his sirs will

misctf

Alright. I’ve seen a lot of requests about turning cocky guys into twinks — totally fair. But I’d like to ask for the opposite, or almost that.

My favorite stories of yours are the ones where some poor guy is in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up becoming a cocky bastard (Gridirion Brew, Make Sense, Gone Fishing).

So how about a story about a needy twink looking for a cocky, dominant top… and a poor, recently engaged guy — studious, respectfull, devoted to his beautiful fiancée, — who crosses paths with the wrong person at the wrong time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” Adam slowly shut the door to his best man's room. “Drink some water before you pass out this time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” somebody groaned from inside. “You’re about to be someone’s husband and still sound like my mom.”

Adam shook his head, smiling as he headed toward the elevators. His bachelor party had turned into exactly what he expected: too much drinking, too much yelling, and the people he loved most acting like complete idiots together... He’d loved every second of it.

“Wouldn’t trade those idiots for anything,” Adam muttered as he stepped into the elevator, scrolling through reels Claire had sent him.

The doors had barely started closing before hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Wait! Hold it!”

“Got you.” Adam stuck his arm out automatically.

“Oh, thank god,” the stranger breathed, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw Adam. “You seriously just saved my evening. I was starting to think I’d have to go upstairs alone.”

Adam laughed awkwardly, “I think you might’ve misunderstood something, I’m not looking for…”

“Shhhhh.” The guy stepped closer. “That’s okay. You’re gonna make me feel really fucking good tonight, stud.”

Adam blinked. “What?”

“Name's Nico,” he said lazily. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

Before Adam could answer, Nico leaned forward and kissed him. Adam's hands came up to shove him away, but he froze.

“I… sorry, I think you got the wrong...”

Then Adam looked at him again, words catching in his throat. His eyes dropped to Nico’s ass in those tight black jeans.

"You like?"

“Oh...” Adam swallowed hard. “No, I... I shouldn’t…” His thoughts raced. “I’m not into guys. I’m getting married…”

“Mhm.” Nico stepped closer again. “Go ahead, baby.”

“Oh fuck…” Adam panted suddenly as his hand grabbed a fistful of Nico’s ass.

Nico smiled instantly. “There you go.”

Nico's hands slipped beneath Adam’s shirt, cool palms dragging over his stomach and chest before squeezing a growing pec. Adam’s breath caught instantly, the kiss turning rougher before he even realized it.

“Mmm… fuck,” Nico sighed against his mouth.

Adam groaned, fingers kneading the firm curve of Nico’s ass, while rough stubble grew along his jaw with every slow squeeze.

“You’re really into this now.”

“No… Nico, I can’t…” Adam broke away, face flushed, hands still on Nico's ass. “Jesus Christ… I’m getting married…”

“Shhhh.” Nico smirked, sliding his hands up Adam's shirt and through the hair spreading across his chest, “Oh my god,” Nico breathed. “You feel so fucking good already.”

“Fuck…” Adam gripped his ass harder as nails scratched down his back. “I need dis…” The words hit his ears wrong. “No… what de hell...?”

"Follow me, big guy."

And he did. The second the elevator doors opened, Adam followed. Right to Nico's room. The guilt twisted hard through his stomach.

“Claire...” Adam shuddered. “Can never know... about dis… fuck… she can’t…”

"Oh she never will." Nico giggled and pulled Adam into his hotel room.

Clothes were quickly discarded and Adam groaned as Nico's smooth bare skin pressed against his increasingly bulkier, hairier, and sweatier form.

“Fuck…” Nico’s hands slid over the thickening muscle in Adam’s arms, “I needed a man like you tonight.” He buried his face against Adam’s increasingly hairier pit and inhaled. “Mmm… you smell incredible.”

With a grunt, he shoved Nico against a wall, hand wrapping around his bare ass. Warm skin flexed beneath his palm, impossibly soft without the denim in the way... smooth, firm, and perfect in a way Adam had never thought about another man's ass before.

“Oh fuck…” Adam groaned shakily against Nico’s throat. “Ya Allah… you're drivin' me crazy…”

Nico smiled lazily while grinding up against him. “Mmm. Been thinking about you fucking me since the elevator…”

The words hit Adam hard and Claire’s face flashed through his mind again... Unaware her fiancé was naked in a hotel room with another man. The guilt swelled, but Adam still shoved Nico onto the mattress.

“Yeah…” Adam breathed heavily. “You... like dis? You want dis?" Adam climbed over him, their eyes locking as dark brown rings spread slowly through Adam’s blue irises.

“Fuck…” Nico's hands slid across Adam’s sweaty, hairier pecs, “That’s it… come here, big guy…”

Nico shifted and rolled onto his front, raising his bare ass against Adam's throbbing cock. Adam’s breathing turned ragged, stomach twisting hard. He wasn't this kind of man... He was Claire's dependable fiancé. Her best friend. Her future husband... Not the man currently grinding his cheating cock against another man’s ass.

“Fuck…” Adam tightened his grip on Nico’s hips. “Dis isn’t me… 'uqsim, hadha lays 'ana." Adam froze... that language... he didn't...

"Huh? Wh... fuck... Wh-what did you say?" Nico smirked and looked over his shoulder, "Oh fuck..."

Adam felt it before he saw it. His cock throbbed and grew to a size beyond anything Adam ever possessed. His cock head emerging from a sheath of foreskin he knew shouldn't be there.

"Dere is no way..." He whispered, "It's so..." He moaned as he grew another inch, cock now pressing against Nico's tight entrance.

"Please... I need it." Nico begged, "It's all I need tonight."

Adam gasped suddenly as his pecs filled with muscle. And as they did, his new chest hairs suddenly curled longer and darkened toward black against his heavier muscle.

“Fuck…” Claire used to fall asleep with her head against his lean chest. But these heavier pecs were damp with sweat and dark curling hair now, nothing like the body she loved. “Ya Allah… look at dis… it just keeps gettin’ thicker…”

“Mmm…” Nico moaned, glancing back at him.

“Oh fuck… what’s dat smell?” Adam grimaced.

“That's… you big guy."

“Mustaheel…” Adam muttered, lifting an arm and grimacing at the thick musk clinging to his sweat-soaked, matted pit hair, “Y-you like dis…?”

"Fuck… yeah. Smell like a real man… mmm, so fucking hot…" Nico whimpered.

Adam shuddered hard at the words. Claire used to steal his hoodies because they smelled clean and comforting. She would’ve recoiled from this heavy masculine musk pouring off him now.

"You're perfect..." Nico groaned, pressing his ass against Adam's erection, "Just... fuck me already."

“Wallah…” Adam nearly obliged, but Claire’s smile flashed suddenly through his mind, "What de fuck is wrong wit me?”

He dragged a shaking hand through his hair, catching on something unfamiliar along his cheek. He touched his jaw again instinctively and recoiled. Stubble. Thick, perfect stubble. He'd always joke about never being able to grow a real beard. Claire always told him she loved his clean-shaven look.

"How de fuck....?" He watched as dark hair thickened across swelling forearms and olive blotches crept slowly over pale skin, "Wallah?"

The mirror caught him briefly and he froze. Damp blond hair darkened toward black while brown swallowed the blue in his eyes. Those eyes Claire adored. The hair she loved threading through her fingers.

"I... I want you inside me..." Nico moaned, "J-just..."

Adam looked down and back to the mirror. The man staring back at him still carried traces of Adam in places, but not enough. Not enough for his friends or best man to recognize him. Barely enough for Claire. Even his own mother would hesitate… And panic rose in his chest. He just wanted to go back downstairs, back to his friends, back to the man Claire loved, back to being Adam again. Because right now, Adam didn’t feel like Adam anymore.

He grunted suddenly before he could even process that thought. His cock leaked as a low groan vibrated deep through his chest before he could stop it.

“Ya Allah…” His rough hands spread Nico’s ass cheeks. “You’re gonna take all dis for me, yeah?” The words hadn’t felt chosen. Neither had the smug grin slowly pulling across his face while his heavier body settled more naturally over Nico.

“Mmm… there you are...” Nico whispered softly, sounding relieved.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he buried his cock deep into Nico's ass. The twink let out a choked cry, back arching sharply as he was impaled.

Thrust.

Dense muscle any gym bro would be proud of settled over him in all the right places. Stronger hands pinned Nico down instinctively while his pace roughened.

“Fuck… ya Allah…” He stared down at himself breathlessly. “Bro… look at dese… fuck… Havin’ a body like dis feels so fuckin' good…”

“Mmm… trust me...” Nico whimpered. “Feels even better underneath you.”

Thrust.

Warm olive swallowed the last pale traces across his skin while heavy musk and cheap cologne clung permanently to his body.

“Mmm… such a slut... for my scent.” He grunted.

“Fuck…” Nico whimpered. “I wanna bury my face in your pits so bad…”

Thrust.

The last traces of his old facial features disappeared forever behind the thick beard, dark brown eyes, and a permanent cocky grin devoid of his usual warmth.

“Mmm… dat’s right,” He smirked when Nico stared up at him breathlessly. “Keep lookin’ at me like dat while I fuck you…”

Thrust.

“Wh-what’s your name, big guy…?”

“Kareem,” he answered immediately.

“Mhmm… that name...is... always popular…”

“Den scream it for me."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Kareem slapped Nico's jiggling ass, “Mmm… dat’s right, habibi… take it,” he groaned smugly, "Fuck... Dis hole was... made for my... fat Arab cock... wasn't it?"

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

Kareem grunted, pace quickening. The engagement ring felt uncomfortable around his swollen finger, so he instinctively pulled it off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

“Mmm… fuckin' slut…” Kareem groaned, "Ya Allah… look at dis… all dis fuckin’ muscle… you fuckin' love it.” He slowed down, "You want me to finish?" He teased, "Want Kareem to fill you?"

"Pl-please..." Nico moaned into the mattress, "Kareem... oh fuck!"

"Ya Allah… you needed dis dick so bad.” Hands squeezing Nico’s hip harder. “Slut gets one real Arab guy smellin’ like dis on top of him and forgets his own name…”

"Kareem!" Nico moaned, "Kar... Kareem... oh fuck... please..."

Kareem buried himself deep inside Nico's ass, followed by a guttural roar as his cock erupted, flooding Nico's insides with thick, hot seed.

"Take it all, bitch... fuckin' take it!" he growled, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

As the last pulses subsided, Kareem collapsed forward, his sweaty chest pressing against Nico. His softening cock still inside Nico. And Kareem's eyes closed.

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He woke slowly beneath tangled sheets, groaning as dense muscle shifted across his chest and arms. He scratched at the dark hair on his chest, his nose twitching at the scent of sweat, cologne... of him. For a few moments, he stared at his body, processing the sight.

“Ya Allah…” Kareem smirked to himself, “Dat twink ain’t ever recoverin’ from me…”

“Oh, you’re awake.” Nico glanced up from his phone. “Yeah... you're one of my best works yet...”

“What da fuck does dat mean?”

“Nothing.” Nico shrugged casually. “Anyway, you should leave... like now.” The words landed and the larger man froze.

Kareem blinked, sitting up slowly. “W-wait…” Uncertainty cracked faintly through the swagger for the first time. “Where do I go? What should I...?”

“Always the same questions.” Nico smirked, unable to recall the number of times he'd heard them, “I dunno. There’s a gym down the street? Download Grindr? Yeah... You’re hot. Someone’ll take you in.”

“Dat’s it?”

“I don’t really care.”

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Kareem stared in the mirror of a public restroom, wresting with the sense that he was supposed to be somewhere else doing something important. But without a phone, wallet, or anything else, he was lost.

But then he caught him. Some twink washing his hands, staring at him. And Kareem knew that look. The lust... A cocky grin spread across Kareem’s face.

“Mmm… you keep lookin’ at me like dat, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’.”

The guy flushed immediately. “S-sorry, I just…”

Kareem smiled lazily. Cute. Nervous. Kareem would have him wrapped around his finger easily.

“Mmm… yeah. You’ll do just fine for now, habibi. You got a place nearby or what?”

megachiraztfs

Beware of closed beaches

“Mate, you’ve got to get out of the water – the beach’s closed off!”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter – at least there’s nothing lying about here, and the water’s so beautifully clear!” Chris called out to his friends, who had been waiting at the top of the cliff overlooking the beach. Ever since the bike ride had started, Chris had needed to cool off. He’d already run out of water; it had evaporated on his skin after he’d poured it over himself. No sooner had he spotted the beach than he’d set off running – and hopped into the cool waves in his full cycling gear.

But he didn’t know what lurked in the waves. An ancient water god, longing to return to the world, to slip into a fresh body, to wreak havoc amongst mortals. For no sooner had Chris stood in the cool waves than the god’s ghostly arms wrapped around him and his essence penetrated Chris’s body.

With a sharp tearing sound, the expensive cycling kit ripped apart – the god didn’t need a skinny cyclist; he needed physical strength. Muscles filled Chris’s swaying body; bones bent and broke and fused back together. His chest bulged forward, his skin stretching, his arms swelling, hanging further and further away from his ribcage as the space between the two parts of his body widened. His shoulders cracked as Chris stared, as if in a daze, at his swelling arms.

The god was far from finished with him. His voice grew ever louder in Chris’s head, like a mighty roar of crashing waves that seemed to wash away Chris’s own thoughts. It was the sprouting on his skin that threw Chris completely off balance and allowed the god to gain power over the hands of his new body. With no control over his own limbs, Chris’s hands massaged his chest, where a dense jungle of dark hair was sprouting. Chris gasped, unable to defend himself – unwilling and yet willing at the same time to let this treatment of his body happen. Long, dark brown strands curled across his upper body, filling the space beneath his arms, wandering down to his groin. Chris felt… as if something within him was becoming complete. “That’s right,” it whispered in the back of his mind, like the gentle murmur of the surf. “This is what I look like.”

“I…,” Chris whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke. His sense of self shifted as his vocal cords lengthened and his Adam’s apple grew larger, before disappearing beneath a thick beard. “That’s me,” rumbled a voice from Chris’s throat, his hands all over his body. The dark brown hair on his chin was now several inches long, thick and full, not a patch of skin to be seen within.

Chris no longer noticed how a pair of blue swimming trunks materialised from the tatters of his neon-yellow cycling outfit, stretching tight across his thighs, the hairs on which danced in the gentle waves of the water. He was no longer Chris. No, that pathetic little boy vanished, as if into a deep cave on the seabed several thousand metres below.

Pride and self-confidence simply oozed from the pores of the man the water was shaping there. Phorkys now closed his eyes as his hands glided over his hairy body. One last time, his hands buried themselves in his chest hair, then he snapped his eyes open. They glowed blue. In a booming voice that made the waves tremble, he roared his name. Then he spun round abruptly and turned to the horrified mortals on the cliff who had witnessed his return.

With his hand on his crotch and a lascivious gleam in his eyes, he pointed at them. “Come on over; my companions are looking for their return... – or the sea will come… to take you away.”

Quickie Mart

“Alright sir, your total will be $134.18 today. Cash or Card?”

“Neither. I usually don’t need to pay for things like this.”

I was befuddled by the forwardness, “I’m sorry sir, but you are going to have to pay for your groceries today. Cash, card, or please get out of my line.”

“I’m sure we could come to an… arrangement.” In the middle of the store he took off his thin tee shirt.

He flashed a charming smile as he flexed his muscles, his torso on full display.

“I’m sorry sir, this is very inappropriate. I am refusing service. Please exit the store.”

“What, no one’s looking besides you. It’s just you and me right now baby,” his voice had gone low, smooth as silk, “come on, can’t you cut me a deal?” He practically shoved his musky body in my face. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. “You do me a favor, I’ll do one for you.”

Something about this felt strange. My face was flush as my clothes began to feel tight against my body. My polo suddenly was too warm, too tight, too scratchy against my body. My pants felt close to bursting. Even though my dick was straining against its tight enclosure, begging to be set free, I felt the weight in my pocket more. My wallet was pressed tight against my thigh, a thick square almost squeezing out of my pocket. Unconsciously I had been tracing the outline. He had noticed.

“That’s it babe, pull it out.”

He shifted positions, placing his hand firmly on the wall behind me and began teasing. Treating me to a blast of his damp pits.

“Make your daddy proud.”

He was treating me like a child, “Please sir I-I”

“No please and begging babe. Just hand it over to me.”

I couldn’t resist any longer, “Ye-yes Sir.”

I was already holding the wallet. I fiddled for a card-

“The whole thing.”

I handed him my wallet. He flashed a winning grin as he pulled out my driver’s license.

“Awww, such a good photo of you babe.” He flicked the plastic back at me. The photo looked… wrong somehow. Too energetic. Too bright. But it was hard to focus. Under the heat of his presence and the heavy musk I was almost panting. He pulled out a green credit card.

“What’s my pin?”

I almost cried, “7352.”

“Good boy,” he swiped the card and took a step back. As the weight of him shifted I felt more relaxed, but somehow far emptier. “Young guys like you can’t be trusted with money anyways.”

A shiver ran down my spine, as my body stretched and settled. Energy pulsed through me. I hadn’t felt this way in years. “Would…would you like a receipt Sir?”

“No receipt. Thanks for asking. You’re such a good boy,” the words burned in my ears. I was sure I looked like a wide eyed fool, but I was waiting, hoping he would say…

“Oh, you can cum for me now.” He said it.

I felt a wave crash over my body as he said it. I ripped out of my shirt as I grasped for my dick, too late to stop the thick damp spot from forming on the front of my khakis.

“Hopefully that body reminds you of your Master.”

“Yes sir… thank you sir…”

“I will be keeping this.” He slid his wallet into his pocket, “And I expect to be able to use this whenever I need to.”

“Yes sir…” I watched as his beautiful body disappeared under his shirt again. Mine lay in tatters on the ground around me.

“Goodbye babe,” and with a dazzling smile he left.

“Thank you for shopping with us…” I shouted after him, far too loud and quickly.

As I looked around me, I couldn’t help but feel a deep shame and deep lust for what had just happened. My mind, body, and soul had realigned in just a few short minutes. There was only one question to ask myself,

“Shit… what am I going to tell my wife?”

A quickie I wrote this morning, let me all know if you like it. Thank you all for the support, notes, comments, reblogs, likes, etc.

#male tf #hypnosis #mind corruption #findom #straight to gay #musclegrowth #age regression

alternate-real-ities

Bro one of my frat brothers came back from a trip and he seems different. His skin is darker, he has a beard, and I think I heard him speaking Arabic. I heard him on the phone saying something like “the change will happen soon”. I’m kind of worried

...

"I don't know who you are, dude. How did you even get this number?"

*hangs up*

...

It had been a week since that phone call, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Jake. He had always been a bit of a wild card, but this was different. How could he have changed so much in such a short amount of time? At the start, you thought maybe he'd just got a tan or something, but the beard was harder to explain. There's no way someone like him could have grown that beard in just two weeks without some kind of help. And the Arabic? That was just bizarre. You had never heard him speak anything other than English before. No way a big idiot like him could have learned a new language that quickly.

Though he was still your bro, right? You had to believe that. You really had to.

You tried to talk to him about it, but he just brushed it off and said he was fine. Same old Jake, just with a new look. You couldn't help but feel like there was something more going on, though. He seemed more serious, more focused. He spent more time grooming himself and hitting the gym alone instead of hanging out with the guys.

Life went on like usual. Every day, you'd wake up, eat your favourite cereals for breakfast, and head to class with some of your frat brothers. You'd go to the gym together, grab lunch together, and then hit up the local bar for some drinks at night. But Jake was always doing his own thing. He'd skip out on group activities and spend more time alone. You couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from all of you...

frozenthrall

The App

"Dude, I'm screwed," Marcus groaned, tapping his head against the desk. "Coach is gonna bench me if I don't show I'm worth during next game, but I don't have time to train or do anything because of this shit ass exam. I fucking hate organic chemistry. I wish I had full sports scholarship so I wouldn't have to worry about this stuff"

Devin looked up from his desk. "You're being dramatic. You did well on all exams this semester. And you are a good player. You'll do well. I believe in you" he said trying to be a bit more supportive towards his friend.

"Yeah, but that's all thanks to you and your tutoring. Seriously, thanks dude. I don't know what would I do without you " Marcus said, grabbing his own bicep. "Look at this. I'm 6'2 and weigh, what, 175 soaking wet? I get bodied every time I drive the lane. I need to put on some weight."

"You could just… eat more?" Devin suggested ignorantly.

"Bro, I eat. It doesn't stick. If only it was that easy" Marcus sighed. "If I was like 185, maybe I could actually hold my own down low. Get some rebounds. Be a little more physical."

Devin pulled out his phone, half-listening. He'd downloaded some weird app his old roommate sent him. He was given a free trial to test it out. Supposedly you could type things and they'd happen. Probably bullshit, but whatever. He just wanted to test it and this seemed like a good time for it.

Marcus weighs 185 pounds.

Marcus was still talking, but something was different. Looking at him, his shoulders looked broader under his tank top. His arms, usually wiry, now had visible definition. Not huge, but… solid.

"-and then I could actually finish through contact, you know? Like if I was 195, man. That's the dream. Just ten more pounds of muscle and I'd be unstoppable on the field."

"Wait," Devin blinked. "You said you just wanted to be 185."

"185?" Marcus laughed. "Nah, I hit 185 few months ago, your math is wrong. Keep up, man." He stretched a bit , his shirt definitely a lot tigher than it used to be "Been stuck at 185 for months though. Plateau is real. But I don't think I could get that big and continue playing basketball. These babies would just be too big" he added flexing his biceps that was now definitely more noticable.

Devin looked down at his phone. Then back at Marcus. Then at the phone.

Marcus weighs 195 pounds.

"That's why I switched to football, honestly. Able to get a lot bigger"

Devin's head snapped up. "Football? But didn't you play basketball"

Marcus was bigger now. Noticeably bigger. His tank top was straining. His neck had thickened, his chest pushing the fabric outward. He cracked his neck and kept going like nothing had changed.

"Yeah, played. Past tense dude. Back in highschool. You are supposed to be the smart one here" he laughed, his voice deeper "But I could never get this big and stay at basketball" Marcus leaned forward, and Devin could see the way his pecs bunched together. The tank top seams were working overtime. "I've been playing football since freshman year of college. You literally came to the homecoming game. Sat in the front row."

Devin had no memory of this. But it felt real. It felt true. Shaking his head after acquiring a new memory, Devin focused on more pressing matters... "You want to get even bigger?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Bigger?" Marcus stood up and stretched. The tank top rode up, revealing a tight stomach with the outline of his abs. "I mean… yeah. Honestly? If I could hit 220, I'd be a monster on the field. Tight ends are getting bigger every year. The guys I'm blocking are like 240, 250. I feel small half the time."

"Small." Devin's voice was flat. "You feel small."

"Bro, you don't get it because you don't play." Marcus turned as he heard a small rip. Looking at his tank top, he paused, frowning. "Fuck. I could swear this fit better the other day. I keep outgrowing my clothes lately." He said like it's the most normal thing that kept happening to him. Still, he quickly went back to the original topic... "220 is the goal. But 230?" His eyes got a little dreamy. "At 230 I could play defensive end. Always wanted to rush the passer. Just destroy quarterbacks."

Devin was already typing. He noticed the pattern so he was already a step ahead of Marcus. There was no way anyone would be disatisfied with 250.

Marcus weighs 250 pounds.

And Devin marveled at the change. Marcus's shoulders flared outward, his lats pushing his arms away from his body as the tank top gave up completely. His quads thickened, forcing his stance a little wider as his sweatpants almost tore apart. His chest expended every time he inhaled, but it didn't seem to get smaller when he exhaled. No... Instead it kept on getting bigger. His massive pecs forming a shelf that casted a shadow ober his abs. His jaw looked sharper, more defined. Everything about him was just… more. Was he taller? Perhaps the app changed his size a bit to make room for more muscle...

"Yeah," Marcus said, his voice dropping just slightly, like it had gained some bass. "Honestly being 250 is great. Defensive end is where it's at. The quarterback never sees me coming. Last game I had three sacks. The Coach said some scouts are already asking about me. NFL here I come" He grinned, and even his smile looked more confident.

Devin meanwhile stared at the man in front of him...the broad chest, the thick arms, the way he seemed to fill the room just by standing in it. He'd started this conversation with a lanky basketball player. Now there was a defensive end standing in his dorm room, talking about the NFL like it was inevitable. He couldn't help himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Marcus was already massive. A 250 pounds of muscle packed into a torn tank top, looking like he could bulldoze through a brick wall. That was enough... at least for now. But Devin's mind started to wonder. What else could this app do?

Marcus caught him staring. "What are you looking at, bro?" He said putting on a new shirt since the last tank top gave up, casually flexing his bicep as it grew to the size of a football. "You've been on your phone all night. Texting some girl?"

"Something like that," Devin muttered. Looking at this muscle hunk he had just created, Devin got a little greedy. Marcus was looking so good, he had to adda few more things-

Marcus has a massive bulge. He's extremely well endowed. He's not shy about it.

"You know what's funny," Marcus said, shifting his weight and spreading his legs a little wider as he sat down, not seemingly not wearing any shorts. He was done with studying for tonight. "Playing D-end, you get a lot of attention. Girls love the big guys." He gestured down at himself and smirked.

Devin's eyes involuntarily dropped. The underwear that Marcus was wearing were suddenly… full. Very full. There was a prominent, thick outline of his bulge running down his thigh that definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. Devin felt his face get hot.

"Dude, my eyes are up here," Marcus laughed, but he didn't sound offended. If anything, he sounded proud. He leaned back on his hands, which only made the situation more obvious. "Not my fault I got blessed, you know? Genetics, man. Some guys get this or that. But I got it all. Muscle, height, dick. What more could man ask for" The man simply smirked

"Right," Devin choked out. "Genetics."

"I mean, you've seen it in the showers. You know what I'm working with." Marcus said it so casually, like it was common knowledge, as he stood up, moving to the bed behind them and the poor chair made a sound in relief. And suddenly... There was another memory in Devin's head. His brain supplied the picture. He had seen it. Marcus was famous for it on the team. Guys joked that he had to tape it down before games. A third leg. That's what they called him.

"Anyway" Marcus continued, adjusting himself without a hint of shame, "Coach wants me to move to offensive line. Says at my size I could be a hell of a left tackle. Protect the quarterback's blind side." He cracked his knuckles. "But I don't know. D-end is more fun. You get to be aggressive."

Devin was only half-listening. His eyes kept drifting down to Marcus's lap, where the thick outline seemed to pulse slightly every time the big man shifted his weight. It was hypnotic. It was also giving Devin ideas.

Marcus is extremely horny all the time. He talks about it openly.

"-and the thing about offensive line is the stance," Marcus was saying, then paused. He let out a low groan and adjusted himself again, more forcefully this time. "Sorry bro. I've been so damn worked up lately. It's annoying."

"Yeah?" Devin's voice came out squeakier than he intended.

"Dude, it's constant. I wake up ready to go. Practice is brutal because I'm chafing in my cup half the time. Showers after? Forget about it. I have to wait till everyone leaves or I'll poke someone's eye out." He laughed, but there was smugness in his expression. "Coach says it's all the testosterone. Guy at my size, lifting as heavy as I do, eating as much as I do… it simply natural"

"So you just… walk around like that?" He said pointing at the hard on he was having at the moment.

"Pretty much." Marcus didn't look embarrassed. If anything, he looked proud of it, like it was just another muscle he'd built. "Girlfriends love it at first. Then they get tired. I had one tell me I was 'too much to handle.'" He made air quotes with his thick fingers, before starting to casually stroke himself. Loking back at Devin, as if he wasn't just pleasuring himself, Marcus smirked again "You've got that look on your face."

"What look?" Devin asked, quickly shaking his head as he looked up from Marcus obvious bulge that was being stroked by those rough and collosal hands. He could see the thick outline of his new dick and the raging libido that came with it. It was... Mesmerizing. But he couldn't just stare at it-!

"The one where you're thinking too hard about something." Marcus studied him with those dark eyes... had they always been that deep brown? "You always do that. It's kind of cute, actually."

"Cute?" Devin's voice cracked. Did his straight roommate call him cute? He could feel it... The blood flowing through him and making his face fed.

"Yeah. That's the word." Marcus said it with a shrug. "You get all flustered. Your ears turn red. It's endearing." He leaned forward, hands still in his underwear . "Any girl would be lucky to have you."

'I'm not into girls' Devin thought as he looked as his phone, already with an idea on how to solve this situation. His thumb hesitated over the screen. Then he typed.

Marcus is bisexual. He prefers men. Specifically, he is deeply attracted to Devin.

A strange look crossed Marcus's face. He blinked slowly, as if seeing something or someone for the very first time. His gaze traveled from Devin's face down and back up again. The casual energy in the room shifted, grew charged.

"You know what?" Marcus said, his voice dropping into a lower register, "Scratch that. Any girl is the wrong thing to say." He stopped stroking himself as he stood up from the bed, all 6'5" of him, packed with 250 pounds of muscle, and crossed the small distance between them. "What I meant to say is... I've been thinking about you differently lately, Devin."

"You have?" Devin's voice was barely a whisper as he couldn't believe what was happening. He saw what the app could do, but this... This was on another level... Was he being too greedy with these changes? It startered out of joke, then goodwill but at the end was only fuffling his fantasies...

"Mm." Marcus was very close now, his face inches away from Devin's "I have. You're always here for me. You're smart. You're funny. And honestly..." He reached out and gently took the phone from Devin's nervous fingers, setting it aside on the desk without even glancing at it. "I find you incredibly attractive. I was just afraid to say it before. But this feels like the right moment, doesn't it? It feels... right." His hand came up, warm and solid, to cup Devin's "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong. Tell me you don't feel it too, and I'll back off. We'll go back to just being friends. No weirdness."

Devin's mind was racing through everything that had changed in the last fifteen minutes. The size, the height, the whole impossible wave of transformations. But looking up into those dark... And huge pecs, he found it hard to care about consequences. "You're not reading it wrong," he said quietly.

"Great." Marcus smiled "Because I was hoping that's what this meant" he said jokingly pointing out small bulge in Devin's pants and the smaller boy immediately blushed even harder. Taking him to bed, Marcus simply smiled "Since you are on board... I've got some ideas about what we should do tonight. And none of them involve studying."

A buzzing sound came from the desk. Devin's phone, screen still glowing. A text from his old roommate: "Did you try the app yet? Hilarious right?? Fair warning though, changes are permanent. LOL". But Devin didn't see. He was otherwise occupied.

highlyjaded

Where are they keeping all the slutty hairy men in tiny slutty shorts?

bigboysdrinkmilk

I’m right here. They won’t let me out of my cage. Because of allergies

onelittlespiral

The cage could fit in the shorts.

#shitpost #story teaser #🤔

hairybreedsbest

After spending two fulls days at your cabin seducing and repeatedly breeding your latest twink, you finally took a short break to let his gaped, cum-leaking hole recover. As expected, the overdose of your transformative sperm caused him to change faster than your usual one night twink conversion. While your balls churned getting the next load ready, you decided to have a little fun and mess with him. “So what do guys like most about you?” He bit his lip in thought, and replied “I guess they love my smooth twink bod!” You smirked. “I bet they did,” the use of the past tense going unnoticed by the ex-twink. “Maybe some day you will become a hairy man like me,” you said as he nuzzled his head in your crotch, your horse cock starting to swell again, streaking pre-cum along his new beard. “Based on how my dad and older brothers look, I’m pretty sure I’ll have this skinny, smooth body forever,” he replied. You ran your fingers through the newly developed, thick, black hair on his chest and stomach. “That feels so good,” he moaned, unaware that what was adding to the sensation was the fur coating his body. He had no idea that the only place left on his body that wasn’t covered in hair was his cheekbones, his forehead, and the palms of his hands and feet. And now that you thought about it, maybe it was time to give him another load, so his beard would extend up to his cheekbones. You couldn’t wait to see him at the gym next week, parading around in skimpy clothes acting like the same slutty twink, while everyone whispers and stares, wondering what happened.

alternate-real-ities

AE-919: The Eternal Sentinels

Description

AE-919 refers to a series of humanoid statues exhibiting anomalous properties. The statues are believed to be of ancient origin, with stylistic elements reminiscent of classical Greek and Roman sculpture. Each statue is crafted with meticulous detail, showcasing an idealised version of the male form.

Each statue is at least 2 metres tall and is carved from either granite or marble. The statues depict hyper-muscled, nude male figures with exaggerated masculine features and prominent genitalia. Weapons and armour are notably absent, and the statues can be seen posing in typical stereotypical frat jock style.

AE-919 can be very dangerous. Prolonged visual contact with an instance of AE-919 causes a progressive anomalous effect on living human subjects. Initial symptoms include elevated heart rate, increased body temperature, and involuntary muscle growth. Continued exposure leads to rapid hypertrophy of skeletal muscle, heightened libido, cognitive simplification, and compulsive sexual arousal reminiscent of a jock-like mentality. Upon physical contact, anyone that touches or is touched by an instance undergoes full petrification and body transformation, becoming an additional instance of AE-919.

AE-919 instances are immobile and silent, but they can move when not being observed directly, which proves to be a significant hazard for anyone in the vicinity. We have found out that covering the statues with opaque materials can temporarily inhibit their movement, but this is not a permanent solution.

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Roommates’ Trivial Tiff

Pretty standard nerdy asshole to himbo TF, who doesn't love some cosmic justice ! -Occam

“You just don’t understand what it’s like dude. You have no idea how hard all this stuff is for me.” Brock was struggling to get through to his roommate, someone he has time and time again been more than cordial with. In response Harvey scoffs and rolls his eyes refusing to engage and instead doubling down, “I’m sure it’s real difficult with all your paid tutors and your-”

“You’re not even listening bro! You like to think you’re so elevated, like you have all the answers but you don’t even try to understand what anyone else is going through.” Harvey grimaces and briefly tosses about whether or not this is true but stubbornly neglects to internalize the criticism, “Uhh, I do too?” Brock bites his tongue to prevent just blowing up at his roommate and instead he tries a different angle, “Oh yeah? If that’s the case then, bet you know a lot about me huh? Since we’ve been roommates for a year now,” pausing as he narrows his eyes briefly at Harvey, “and ostensibly we’re friends right?”

Harvey struggles not to display his ever present irritation as he retorts, “Of course we are, uh, dude.” Brock does a better job hiding his intentions as he issues a challenge, “so if we were to say, quiz each other you think you’d come up on top lil dude?” With this gauntlet laid there is little recourse in Harvey’s mind but to accept it, there are few times he enjoys showing off so much as in a trivia contest. So what he might have a less than pristine record of respecting oafs like his roommate, he is certainly not to lose in any battle of the wits regardless of topic or stipulations there may be.

Brock puts out his hand and states the stakes, “You can of course bow out whenever, but uh, how about every question the winner takes something from the loser?” Harvey was resolved to win before hearing the terms and is now spitefully even more eager now as he eyes Brock’s side of the room looking for whatever his prize is sure to be.

mindyourbod

Unlocked Potential

I couldn't believe my luck at being offered a spot in the genetic rehabilitation trial at my work.

We'd been working on a prototype technology that could "drain" convicted violent criminals of their genetic potential; it's much easier to keep a 6' 2" roided up beast of a man in check once he's been left as a 5' 4" twink without an ounce of muscle on him. The one logistical issue with it is that their potential couldn't just go anywhere, it had to be given to a donor or a host.

When I was approached and asked if I was interested, I jumped at the opportunity. It felt like a reward for the overtime I'd put in slaving over the project these past few years... as well as a small apology for the way the demanding nature of the role led to me packing on some excess poundage.

I was so eager that I didn't bother to think about what it would mean to have distilled machismo and excess testosterone hardcoded into my genome.

When I woke up it felt like a dream come true. I'd never felt so full of energy and drive before, and my libido was suddenly through the roof. But what started as a dream slowly turned out to be more of a nightmare; I found myself unable to focus for too long before my body needed to do some physical activity to blow off some steam, otherwise I'd get jittery and grumpy. The seeming endless supply of energy meant I was chowing down incredible amounts of food, so not only did my body pack on mass with incredible speed, I was sweating non stop as it worked tirelessly to metabolize the excess calories. And I never thought I'd say this, but even the boost to my sex drive turned out to be more of a curse - all my overwhelming testosterone had to come from somewhere, and my previously modest equipment has inflated into a leaky, needy beast that needs attention multiple times a day. And I think this enhanced masculinity ended up with some wires crossed, because women just don't do it for me anymore - this new footlong monster of mine only gets hard for men.

My performance kept dropping at work, and I eventually got let go a few months later with a generous compensation package. It was enough to get myself set up with a home gym and some camera gear.

I didn't really picture myself turning into an oversexed and overgrown gay bodybuilder making money from OnlyFriends, but I guess I just unlocked my true potential.

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