One Little Spiral

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[onelittlespiral]

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FML, I want a new one:

Lesson : First in the FML series. You want your partner to be more dominant in the bedroom, and his musky pits will do just that.

Obedience : Your friend came back different after summer vacation. You should check in on him.

Dominance : Your roommate has been so annoying. Maybe a quick hypnosis file will make him more bearable to live with. Just don't get too close yourself.

Worship : Your gym crush would look much better worshiping you like the god you are.

Relax : You accidentally book a resort room during Gay Days, but maybe these guys know how to party?

Fraternize : You borrow a frat hypno file to make your roommate the bro you always wanted. But loyalty to the frat is important, bro.

Process Heavy : You wanted to get some quick muscle, but you keep missing hours from your days and guys are hypnotized by your scent.

Contact : After a long night lost, you stumble into a gym for some help getting home. But the changing rooms have other plans for you.

Match : You and your jock roommate are becoming a perfect match.

Cursed : An ex-boyfriend's curse means you see a lot more of him than you want to.

Underbaked / Overbaked : Looking to spice things up you decide to transform your partner. But did you go too far? This pair of stories has two different endings depending on how cooked your partner's brain is.

Video : You couldn't believe how lucky you were to find an actual hypno file, but now you want to get a bit more experimental with the outcomes.

Urged : Your new instincts are urging you to find twinks to convert to your furry, musky ways.

In : You want to be in the frat, no matter what it takes.

Sealed : A new apartment building officially has recently reached full occupancy. Now the experiment it was designed for can begin.

Loop : You wake up but you are different, somehow? But that can't be true. Everything is the same.

Confidence : Sometimes your weight isn't a problem. It's just a matter of perspective.

Break : You use a hypno file to take a brain vacation. But what if the new you doesn't want to go back?

Initiate : 2,500 subscriber special follow up to Fraternize. A professor is looking for a promising young student who recently joined a frat and finds more than he expected about the strange happenings on campus.

Stud : A stud’s job is to plant his seed and grow a stable of stud bros.

Zonked : Your roommate is zonked out of his mind on your supply. He better pay you back.

Coke : Share a Coke with a Bro! Or an office bro to be.

Etsy : An Etsy witch has powerful magic. Be careful what you wish for, and be sure to read the fine print

Alpha / Pack : A school reporter sneaks into a locker room after a big win. What happens when he meets the Alpha, the coach, or the lead member of the Pack, the quarterback? And will he ever be the same?

Broken: Corruption is easy once you know what buttons to push. The straightest man can be bent to become just another tool for pleasure.

Spread: A steamy sauna session makes a big impact. Now you only have two desires: spread your seed and grow more men like you.

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Order #100567 Nerd_From_Football : A football player becomes a nerd, and you become closer with his former team.

Order # 100690 Bro_From_Friend : A friend becomes the musky co-star to your new career.

Order #100714 Daddy_From_Friend : Your straight friend is sure to enjoy a new Daddy lifestyle opposite his devoted hunky partner.

Customer Service #3478 Hunk_From_Roommate : A concerned customer calls concerned about an order his roomate placed for him, but becomes exactly the good boy his master wants.

Order #10108 Thick_From_Thin : There are two ways to put on mass, and both can be quite liberating.

Some Stories Stand Alone:

Warning: Bear Attacks : As winter approaches, a PSA about the unexpected dangers Bears can pose.

Test Subject #1 : A short, classic, smelly jock tf. The first story!

Test Subject #2 : A short, classic bear tf.

Test Subject #4: A short, classic football player tf.

Attention: Health and Safety Alert : The University has delivered a notice about a new virus infecting young men and turning them into strange, buff versions of themselves.

Answer: Luck : How do you get a story made? Maybe just by asking.

Mythical Beach Body : A group of friends perform a fun ritual on their friend with godly results.

Sugar Rush : The day after Halloween and all that sugar is catching up with you.

Quickie Mart : A man enters your line at the grocery store, but he has no notion of paying.

If you made it this far, you must still be looking for something. Feel free to leave an ask and we may get it in stock.

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[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.”

[onelittlespiral]

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.

[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...

It was about a week or two later when you felt something. You woke up one morning and your head was pounding. You looked in the mirror. Same old you, but you kinda felt weird. Maybe it was just a hangover from the night before? Whatever, you thought. Time to get up and eat some breakfast.

You entered the common kitchen and saw Jake sitting at the table. He didn't even look up at you. He just stared at his phone, scrolling through something. Grabbing the milk inside the fridge, you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from him. Every time you grabbed a spoonful of cereal, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at you. Really unsettling... but that was basically it. Your head felt much better after eating though, so you just tried to ignore it. After that interaction, you went about your day as usual, though you felt a bit weird...

You hit the gym with Mike and Ryan like usual. The weights felt good - lighter than normal, actually. The rest of the day was normal, you went to class, hung out with the guys, and then hit up the bar at night.

...

That night you woke up twice with a raging hard-on.

Not able to ignore it, you grabbed your phone in the dark, loaded up your usual porn - the kind you always jerked to in secret - and started stroking... but nothing. Your cock stayed rock hard, leaking all over your fist, but the video kinda felt boring. You went back to your feed, scrolling through more and more porn until you found something that caught your eye: a little twink being fucked by 2 guys at the same time. Usually you weren't that into twinks, but something about this video made you curious. You clicked play.

The twink's ass was so tight, you could almost feel his heat through your phone screen. Your eyes widened as you watched a thick cock slide in and out of his ass, stretching it to its limit. You couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to be inside that tight little hole. It made your own dick throb harder than ever, until you eventually came. Very weird... You'd never been into twinks before, but you were too tired to think about it and fell back to sleep...

The next morning the headache was back, and worse. You stumbled straight to the kitchen, grabbed the first thing you saw in the fridge to quench your thirst (some milk), and poured yourself a huge glass. Chugged it in four gulps. Relief washed over you so fast you actually moaned a little bit.

"Fuck... that's better..."

Jake was at the table again, scrolling on his phone. He glanced up this time, eyes flicking over you with that same unsettling smirk.

"Morning, bro. Enjoying the milk?"

"Very funny dude... my head's hurting like hell... I just need to hydrate", you replied taking another sip of milk. Your headache had subsided enough that you could think clearly again.

The rest of the week felt almost normal. Classes, gym, meals, hanging out with the bros - everything rolled on like usual. Jake kept doing his own thing, but you stopped pressing him about it. Whatever. Bros change sometimes.

The only things that weren't normal were the headaches and the constant need to jerk off.

Every single morning the pounding was there the second you woke up, like your skull was trying to split open. You'd drag yourself out of bed, splash water on your face, and the pressure would ease a little once you got moving. By evening it would start creeping back, but you powered through.

The horniness was worse though. Way worse. You'd be in class, trying to focus on the lecture, but your cock would be throbbing in your pants, leaking pre-cum onto your thighs. It was like you'd hit puberty again and couldn't control it. You jerked off four, sometimes five times a day, each time taking more than before to reach climax.

You also started noticing other weird things around the frat...

Mike had always been the big jock of the house, but lately he looked extra pumped after every workout. You started questioning if he'd hopped on gear or something, though it was probably just your imagination. He looked bigger, stronger, manlier. You could even tell he'd started letting his facial hair grow in, even though he always shaved every single morning. And the sweat... fuck, he was always drenched in it now, pits smelling nastier and thicker than ever before, like pure raw musk. He did look hot as fuck though.

Then there was Ryan...

Ryan, Ryan, Ryan... the frat's charming party bro. He used to be the frat's resident stud, always hitting on girls at parties and making sure everyone knew his name. But lately he seemed different. He'd been showing up late for nights out, sometimes not even bothering to show up at all so he could go lift at the gym alone. His skin had this warm glow lately, and he seemed so fuckin' different - way more jacked than before - even though it was clearly still him. You didn't know he could grow a beard like that, let alone that he had chest hair now. All of it was so damn confusing.

Finally there was Tyler...

Tyler was one of the smartest guys in the frat, always acing his classes and doing well on exams despite looking like a bodybuilder. But lately you couldn't help but notice he'd been acting a little different too, like his mind had been completely blown by something. Usually you could find him either buried in his books or at the gym working out, but now he'd just slouch around the house shirtless, watching braindead TV like a total idiot for hours. You didn't know he was that fucking hairy under his shirt. The guy used to be a straight-A nerd and now he just looked like a lazy, hairy, half-naked slob zoning out on the couch. It was all very fucking strange... and for some reason you kept catching yourself staring at his chest way longer than you should.

It wasn't just them either. Pretty much all the other guys in the house had been acting a little different too. The vibe around the place was changing. Some guys seemed more aggressive than usual, like they were itching for a fight. Others were more withdrawn, like they were lost in their own heads. It just felt off, and you didn't know why, but you knew it had to be connected to Jake and his trip somehow. You just couldn't figure out how...

Until four nights later.

It was 2 AM. The headache slammed you awake like a fucking hammer to the skull, your cock already half-hard and leaking into your boxers. You crept downstairs in the dark, desperate for something to take the edge off. A faint light glowed from the kitchen.

Jake was standing in front of the fridge in nothing but shorts. You looked down and saw his hand grabbing the milk jug. On his other hand though, you could see something huge... You could see it... it was... his cock! His shorts were shoved down, his fat brown cock out and leaking. You watched, frozen in the doorway, as he stroked himself slowly, grunting low, and then blew a thick rope of cum straight into the jug.

"Jake... what the fuck?" you whispered.

He turned, not even surprised. A cocky grin spread across his face. His body looked huge under the fridge light - deep bronze skin, heavy pecs covered in dark hair, full beard framing his jaw, cock still dripping. It's like he'd doubled in size since he'd got back from the trip.

"About time you saw habibi."

His voice had a thick accent you'd never noticed before.

"Been doing this every night since I got back. Nasl Sheikh straight from the source.... You've all been getting a little taste for two weeks now."

Your stomach dropped. "What did you do to them?" you demanded, stepping closer even though your head was still pounding. "Mike, Ryan, Tyler... All the guys are acting weird. What the fuck did you do?"

Jake laughed, deep and easy. He set the jug down and looked you dead in the eye.

"You've all been drinking my milk every day for two weeks. Cereal. Shakes. Coffee. What do you not understand bitch?" "That's not p-possible. Turn them back-"

Your voice died as Jake reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his dark brown stare.

"You think you're different, akhi? Think you're special?"

He flipped the light switch with his free hand.

Your skin had this warm bronze glow now - not the pale white you were used to seeing. Your chest looked fuller, hairier. Your hair seemed darker, messier. You hadn't noticed any of it. Not really. The headaches, the endless jerking off, the way everything felt... off. You'd been too busy watching the other guys to notice the changes in yourself. But now you could see it. You were changing too. You were becoming one of them.

"The nasl is already in you too" Jake said softly, stepping closer so his musky scent washed over you.

"That's why the headaches every morning. That's why your old fag porn doesn't work as well any more. You think I didn't know you liked men? You were always a little different, a little weaker than the rest of us. Most boys around here fooled around a bit. But you? It was so obvious. That soft white-boy brain of yours is melting nice and slow too. Gonna make you a real man. A straight breeder. Just like you should have been from the start."

Your heart hammered. You wanted to argue, but your cock was throbbing harder than ever, leaking down your thigh.

Jake poured you a full glass from the jug.

"Drink."

You stared at the thick white liquid for a long second. Then you took it. Drank it down in one greedy go and...

Better. You felt so much better already.

The thick, salty-creamy liquid slid down your throat and settled heavy in your gut like it belonged there. Your skin started tingling hard, your muscles felt warm and swollen, and your cock - already half-hard - surged to full mast, throbbing painfully against your boxers and leaking like a faucet.

"Fuck..."

Jake grinned wide, that smug look never leaving his face.

"Good. You will be my wingman from now on, brother. You want to be a REAL man after all, don't you?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. You wanted to say no, to refuse, to fight back, but you couldn't. Your mind was too focused on the aching pain coming from your boner. You needed to unload fast.

"Keep drinking my seed every day and you'll be a REAL man in no time. Strong. Dumb. Ready to breed. Make sure the other bros drink their fill too." He gave your aching bulge a light tap. "Now go take care of that. You're dismissed."

You didn't answer. You just turned around and stumbled back upstairs with your legs shaking. You barely made it to your room before you ripped your boxers down and started furiously jerking your cock. A video with a twink was still open on your phone. You went right back to it, stroking hard, imagining sliding into that tight hole and breeding it deep. It still worked... but something felt different now. Your brain kept twisting the fantasy. What if that tight little hole wasn't an ass? What if it was a pussy? Wet, warm, gripping you different. The thought made your dick throb so hard it hurt.

You switched tabs fast, searching for "twink with pussy" and suddenly you were watching trans male porn - boys with tight little pussies getting fucked. It felt wrong... but your hand wouldn't stop moving. You pictured yourself pounding one of them, stretching that pussy wide, flooding it until cum leaked out. You came so hard you saw stars, thick ropes painting your abs while you moaned like a bitch in heat.

...

The rest of your week turned into a slow, sweaty, horny haze.

Your stubble came in thicker and darker every morning, no matter how many times you shaved. At the gym your shirts felt tighter across the chest, your arms and thighs filling out faster than they ever had. Sweat poured off you in buckets, and your pits smelled horribly, the same nasty musk the other guys were starting to carry. Your cock felt heavier in your hand every time you jerked off - each time longer, thicker, with less foreskin, and more sensitive than ever before.

You kept drinking the milk anyway - you had to - every single day.

By the end of the week the trans stuff started feeling a little flat on your cock. Your brain kept pushing further. The trans dudes turned into real girls in your head - thick thighs, bouncing tits, dripping wet pussies begging to be bred. You swapped to straight porn almost unconsciously, stroking to it, imagining yourself slamming balls-deep into some curvy bitch, pumping her full of Arab seed until it leaked out.

You tried to fight it at first, but it was useless. Your white-boy brain was already mush from all the Nasl Sheikh you consumed. Your brain felt slower, fuzzier, happier just thinking about lifting, praying, and breeding. It felt so good to be a breeder - to imagine yourself as the alpha male, the one that could make bellies swell and babies come out. You could feel your balls tightening just thinking about it - thinking about spreading your virile musky seed, breeding more cocky alpha studs like you.

The headaches stopped after that. Not because the nasl had worn off - fuck no. It was because your skull had finally finished reshaping itself. Your brain felt lighter now, smoother, like all the old complicated shit had been melted down and poured out through your cock. The last scraps of your old self burned away completely. No more confusion. No more hiding who you really were. Just pure, simple, alpha need flooding your slower, happier brain.

You rolled out of bed and caught your reflection in the mirror on the way to the bathroom. The guy staring back wasn't the soft white frat bro who'd made that first nervous phone call weeks ago. Your chest was a solid slab of muscle covered in a dense rug of black hair that trailed down over abs you could actually see now, disappearing into a treasure trail that led straight to the fat, circumcised Arab cock between your thighs. It was thicker than your wrist even soft, the head already glistening with a bead of pre. Your balls were bigger too, hanging low and full, churning out the same potent seed that had turned every single one of your bros.

Downstairs the kitchen smelled like home.

"Morning, brother" Jake - or Khalid as he called himself now - said with his now deep and accented voice.

Mahmoud (Mike) grabbed the jug, gave it a shake, and poured everyone a tall glass. You took yours without thinking and drank deep - three long, greedy gulps of warm, salty, ultra-thick homemade Nasl Sheikh. It slid down your throat like it belonged there, settling heavy in your gut and spreading heat through every vein. Your cock surged to full hardness instantly, slapping up against your abs with a wet smack.

You set the glass down, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and let out a low, satisfied groan that came out half in Arabic.

"Wallahi... feels fucking perfect, bros."

The rest of the house was the same now. Every single frat brother - bigger, darker, hairier, dumber, and hornier. The common areas smelled like musk, sweat, and fresh cum. The fridge was stocked with the group's nightly nasl every single night. Nobody questioned it any more. Nobody wanted to go back. Why would they? This felt right. Strong. Simple. Masculine.

You were Yusuf now - a loud, dumb, hairy, straight Arab alpha. Big muscles, big balls, big ego. Obsessed with lifting, praying, and breeding every tight pussy you could find.

"Enough standing around like pussies", you barked at the other bros. "We're going out tonight. I want fresh pussy. I'm breeding at least three tonight and I don't give a fuck who they are. Any bitch that looks at me is getting her womb flooded."

Your brothers roared in approval, raising their fists while their cocks twitched at what you just said. The old soft white boy who made that scared phone call weeks ago was dead after leaking out of your musky cock.

This was your life now, and it felt fucking perfect. Who knows what would happen next...

[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.

[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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Incident Report: AE-919-005

Jake hated the night shift at the gallery in █████. At 26, he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, and this job was just a temporary gig to pay the bills. He didn't give a damn about art, but the pay was decent enough, at least he thought. As a cleaner, his duties were pretty straightforward: mop the floors, dust the displays, and make sure everything looks presentable for the next day's visitors. Easy money, but boring as hell.

Tonight felt different, though. As he was finishing up his rounds on the ground floor, he noticed something odd. There was a door at the back of the corridor that he had never seen before...

Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to check it out.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, expecting to find a storage closet or something similar. Instead, he found himself in a large chamber with something big in the centre. What it was, he didn't know, as it was covered by a huge tarp.

"What the hell is this place?" Jake muttered to himself, shining his torch around the room. "This a new exhibit or something?" he wondered aloud. Looking around, there wasn't much else in the room, just a few old crates and some workbenches covered in a bit of dust. Jake's eyes were drawn back to the thing in the centre, where bold red letters were stencilled across:

DO NOT LOOK

Jake snorted. "Yeah, right."

Now, a normal person would have probably left it alone, but this was a young man with nothing better to do. He wasn't the kind of guy who followed rules when no one was watching. He hooked his fingers under the edge of the tarp and yanked it.

*fffffft*

"What the hell?" Jake gasped, staring at the sight before him.

Four statues.

They were identical in their perfection: towering, hyper-muscled male figures carved from some kind of stone. Each one posed differently, but they all shared the same brutally handsome faces, square jaws, and thick, veiny stone cocks hanging freely in their sculpted forms.

The detail in these things was obscene. Jake's stomach twisted. "What the fuck are these fag statues?" he muttered, the words echoing off the walls. His conservative hometown upbringing screamed in the back of his head. These statues were the male form perfected, and this made Jake uncomfortable with his own sexuality. He kept thinking about modesty and how these sculptures were clearly made by a gay person, given the giant cocks they had.

He forced himself to look away and grabbed the mop. "Just clean the damn room and get out", he told himself. The floor was filthy with some sticky liquid. He attacked it hard, trying to ignore the four giants in the room.

Fucking homos...

Minutes passed. The chamber started looking almost presentable. Jake wrung out the mop, ready to bolt, when a sudden noise scared him.

"W-what the hell?" he stammered, spinning around.

...

...

...

Silence...

He didn't know what to expect. The only thing in the room with him were those giant statues, and they surely couldn't have made a sound.

"Okay, maybe I imagined it" he thought, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, the lights in the ceiling flickered, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment.

When the lights came back on, the sight before him was even more terrifying.

No fucking way...

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The statues were no longer in the same positions they were before.

He was frozen in place. They had moved. All four of them. Closer. A bit closer.

His eyes were getting dry from the fear...

*blink*

Jake's breath caught. They were even closer now. He stumbled backward and tripped over himself. His ass hit the cold floor hard.

He opened his eyes after the fall, and the statues were in different positions again. Even their poses had changed, kinda like they were mocking him.

*blink*

Another blink. They definitely seemed closer. Jake's heart was beating so hard that it hurt.

Fuck... FUCK FUCK FUCK! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME

After a few more blinks, he realised it. They were only moving when he wasn't looking. He was trapped though, not able to look behind him for the exit. The longer he stared at them, the hotter the room felt. His simple black shirt suddenly felt tight across his shoulders. His arms were sweating, evident from the two sweat stains under his armpits.

The more he looked at those big... strong... masculine... statues, the warmer he felt. The chiselled bodies... perfectly sculpted... and those perfectly carved... cocks... Wait. Cocks? He wasn't gay, why did those cocks look so... perfect?

*blink*

They inched closer again.

"No... no no no... stop looking at their dicks, you fucking freak", Jake thought in panic. But his eyes stayed glued on their perfect bodies. The longer he stared, the more his body betrayed him.

His chest began to swell with each breath he took. He did not notice how his chest was now stretching the T-shirt he was wearing. His arms thickened, veins bulging as they grew in size. Those biceps and triceps exploded in size, the fabric of his shirt straining to contain them. The shirt started to ride up, exposing more and more of his now broadening torso. His nipples hardened and became more sensitive, poking through the thin material as his chest continued to grow in size and definition.

This isn't happening... this can't be real... I'm not... I'm not...

His shoulders popped. He was getting so big... so strong... the testosterone flooding his body was making him hornier than he had ever been in his life. Those perfect, veiny cocks on the statues were all he could think about. He wanted to touch them, to feel them in his hands, to stroke them even though he knew it was wrong. It felt so bad, but it also felt so good... He was getting so turned on by the sight of these gorgeous, perfect stone men, and it was terrifying him. He wanted to stop, to leave, but he was afraid to look away. He was afraid of what would happen if he did. All he could do was stare at perfection, while trying to crawl away from it at the same time.

I can't... I don't want... PLEASE... LEAVE ME ALONE...

He could feel himself losing control. The urge to give in and touch himself right there was overwhelming him. He was so big now. His thighs grew so thick that it stretched his jeans painfully. It hurt so much... he needed to take them out, but he couldn't. He needed to do something... anything... His cock… fuck, his cock just was begging to be released. It was so tight in those jeans...

The thoughts in his head were getting slower, fuzzier. Memories of his conservative family, the things they'd say if they saw him like this, the shame he was supposed to feel - they all started to feel distant and irrelevant. All that mattered now was the need to release himself. His cock suddenly lurched with a mind of its own. Jake gasped sharply as his puny shaft swelled heavier and longer, pushing aggressively against the front of his pants. The jeans were so tight that it felt like they were going to burst open at any moment. He tried to unzip them without looking down. As he did, his package bobbed up and down in his underwear, freer than before, now able to breathe freely.

Stop... please... I don't want this... I'm not a fag... I'm not...

But his cock kept throbbing harder, betraying him with every pulse. Precum soaked through his boxers in hot, sticky pulses, darkening the gray material as his balls swelled too, growing fuller, heavier, churning with a sudden, overwhelming need.

What… the fuck… no-fuck-stop!

One hand flew down instinctively, trying to press the massive, still-growing erection flat against his thigh, but the moment his palm made contact the cock surged even harder, thickening another full inch in a single powerful pulse. The head flared wider, stretching out his underwear, slick and flushed and impossibly sensitive. His eyes were burning and crying as tears welled up behind them. He couldn't stop staring at the statues. The longer he looked, the more his mind started to slip. They were so beautiful...

So fucking perfect...

The pressure built up inside him until it felt like it would burst at any moment, and then...

He couldn't help himself. One huge hand wrapped around his dripping monster without thinking and gave it a slow stroke. Precum bubbled from the slit in heavy globs. A dumb, lazy grin crept across his face. His brain was turning into mush. All his worries, doubts, and insecurities were washed away by the sheer beauty of the statues. Everything else was irrelevant.

He felt good. Big. Powerful.

He was happy...

He didn't even notice that he had begun stroking himself. Just his now meaty hand and his throbbing cock, beneath the fabric of his underwear. He didn't care about anything else but the feeling of his own flesh against his skin, the way it was stretching and bulging with each stroke. He felt like he could burst at any moment, like a balloon filled to the brim.

Ughnnh...

Looking at those statues felt so good... His personality, his will, his life... all flushed down his balls. They were so full of cum, begging for release as he continued touching himself like a dumb fool. He stopped caring about his life... about the moving statues... about anything really. Just an empty head filled with nothing but the desire to cum.

He felt so good... He didn't care any more. These things could kill him for all he cared. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, surrendering completely as his growing dick continued to throb and leak in his pants, begging for more.

One of the statues stepped forward now that his eyes were finally closed.

Cold stone fingers enveloped Jake's face in a strong crushing grip. The giant sentinel grabbed him by the face and started lifting him effortlessly off the floor. As it lifted him, Jake's already enormous thighs kept swelling even bigger. The overstretched fabric of his work pants finally gave up. Thick strips of torn material shredded down both sides as his massive quads and rock-hard ass burst free. His now monstrous, foot-long cock and heavy balls sprang completely into the open air, swinging heavily between his spread legs, still leaking thick ropes of precum that splattered onto the floor below.

At first it hurt - the pressure on his jaw, the way his neck strained - but the pain melted almost immediately into something pleasurable. Jake's face began to harden under those stone fingers. His jawline sharpened, cheekbones pushed out, forehead became smooth and chiselled. The more the statue lifted him, the more Jake grew. His last human expression settled into the same arrogant, chiselled smirk as the others.

His spine stretched with deep, cracking pops, adding inch after inch of height. His shoulders, his arms, his legs - every part of him grew bigger than it had before. He was slowly becoming as huge and chiselled like the four perfect beings around him. The petrification spread from his head down to his feet, turning his warm skin into cold hard rock. Every new inch of stone brought a wave of mind-melting pleasure. His thoughts dissolved completely. There were no more worries... No more shame... Just the simple feeling of being perfect now. A muscle god. Immortalised in stone. Forever.

And as the petrification reached his chest, his nipples hardened into perfect stone buds, poking out from his now rock-hard pecs. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He tried to moan, but his face couldn't move any more. The rest of his body followed, his arms and legs stiffening into the same perfect form as the other sentinels.

Finally, as the petrification reached his groin, his cock - already monstrous - gave one final, violent surge. And as the stone locked it solid, Jake's body suddenly convulsed. A massive, brain-shattering orgasm ripped through him. His heavy balls tightened hard as thick ropes of hot cum surged up his shaft… but there was nowhere for it to go. The load froze forever inside the rock, trapped mid-spurt deep inside his new stone cock - eternally throbbing, eternally cumming, but never able to shoot out. He had cum himself out inside the stone, the last of his human pleasure sealed away forever.

The transformation was complete.

Jake was no longer human. He had become another statue, a permanent sentinel of stone. His body was perfect, his mind blank, and his heart empty. But he was alive, forever eternally cumming inside his stone prison. Not that he cared anyway. He felt too good to care.

Anomaly Entity Status: [CONTAINED FOR STUDY]

On ██/██/████, AEGIS security was alerted to a containment breach at █████████ after night-shift cleaner Jake ██████ failed to check out at the end of his shift. Investigation revealed that the subject had accessed a previously sealed sub-basement chamber designated as a research ██████. The chamber had been hermetically sealed and removed from all official floor plans following the initial recovery of AE-919 in 20██. The door to the vault was not supposed to be operational or visible to non-cleared personnel.

Security footage shows the subject discovering an unmarked door that should not have been present. He entered the chamber at approximately 02:47. No further footage of the subject exists after 03:12.

Recovery teams arrived on site at 04:55 and found 5 instances of AE-919 instead of 4 inside the vault. The newest instance has been positively identified via facial structure analysis and pre-exposure DNA as former employee Jake ██████.

All five statues were successfully neutralised. They have been transferred to a reinforced, light-tight containment vault at ███████ under constant multi-angle camera surveillance. No personnel are permitted to view the statues without special authorization and mandatory full-face visors.

Photographs of Jake ██████, before and after being in contact with AE-919

Subject AE-919-005 (formerly Jake ██████) shows complete and irreversible petrification consistent with the other instances. Internal scans confirm the subject is still biologically active - specifically, the genital region remains in a permanent state of orgasm, with ejaculate trapped and pressurised inside the organs. The brain seems to have been liquefied and/or partially petrified. Nonetheless, MRI scans show signs of activity regardless of the lack of a functioning brain. We will need to conduct further testing to determine the exact nature of this activity.

Signed off by: Dr. Amara Patel

<End Report>

[occamstfs]

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.

Without any further clarification Brock promptly launches into the game, “I guess we’ll start real easy yeah? Only fair.” Harvey feels resentment start to brew as he feels he’s being talked down to as Brock goes on, “For starters then, What’s my major?” Harvey audibly gulps and feels his face blanche as he scrambles to find such an incredibly simple answer. This is such an obvious and pressing piece of information it would be impossible not to have it on deck.

Seeing the hesitation Brock laughs incredulously, “God dude are you kidding? How could you not know this, I-” He shifts his jaw waiting for the second shoe to drop as it is suddenly clear he is about to clean house, this asshole is going to learn respect by hook or by crook. Harvey’s eyes that were just hungrily looking through Brock’s possessions now retread their path, searching for the answer, his eyes linger on some sports bandages and protein powder and he kicks himself for forgetting. “Well duh dude, you’re doing a sports medicine or a trainer degree or whatever. Sorry that I forgot what the proper name is, it’s not exactly high in the list of things I need to know.”

Brock stares down at the clueless nerd before him and slowly shakes his head. “Not even close Harv. It’s-” Before he can finish though Harvey stands and shouts, “Don’t fucking call me that! I bet you don’t know mine either!” This leaves Brock aghast, he crosses his arms and narrows his eyes, “Of course I fucking do! You never shut up about it! I’m lucky if my headphones can block out you whining about homework while also constantly talking yourself up! It’s so, fucking, annoying!”

Hurt by this despite his typical apathy to others Harvey starts up once more, “Okay but you didn’t say-” “Computer Engineering.” Harvey blushes in shame, not over his disrespect but of getting the question wrong. Suddenly there’s a hum in the room and the shadows in the corner grow darker and Brock looks around, “Well I suppose that question really tees me up on what to take huh? I’ll take your major.”

“Wha?” caught on the other foot Harvey blinks and sees that his textbooks and assignments are suddenly piled on Brock’s desk. He feels anxiety rise in his chest unsure of what has happened though confident this must be a prank or something. “No no no that can’t be right? What is happening?” He then returns to look at his roommate once more, a scowl plastered on his face as Brock who, despite his impressive stature always aims to present as kind and gentle, cannot help but smirk as he feels he has gotten one over on this jerk.

He stretches, exposing his midriff and flexing  his arms behind his head, perhaps to try and allure or intimidate Harvey, he’s not sure, but Harvey is not going to just take this sitting down.Though at the present, he is too uncomfortable to even vocalize his discomfort as he stands there trying not to shake. Instead Brock begins once more, “Urgh kinda see what all that complaining was about now Harv, kinda got a lot on my plate now hah!”

Harvey stares daggers at his roommate, “Brock I don’t know what kind of nonsense is going through your dumbass ox brain. But it’s not funny, I’m sure you’re used to bullying little g-”

“Excuse me? I’m a bully!? I know you’re not saying that, I go out of my way to be kind, even to little chip on their shoulder assholes like you. I just,” Brock takes a deep breath and flexes his jaw before he continues. “It doesn’t matter actually. I trust you have a vested interest in trying again though right? Surely you want your major back?”

At the moment Harvey is caught between the idea that this is some kind of Christmas Carol-ass dream where he’s supposed to learn a lesson or once more that this is just a prank by Brock. Amenable as he’s always been, Harvey's convinced that behind this lunkhead is the vitriol of the typical jerk jock. In this impossible chance that this is reality though, he can’t just give up his major. He needs it to be an, uh? God what was, no what is his major anyway? 

Harvey looks around in shock as he suddenly can’t bring his current course schedule to his mind, but he was literally in class this morning right? He feels his coursework draining from his mind as fear and rage begin to rise in his frail body. Images of lecture halls and professors flash through his mind before they just as swiftly dissipate, somewhere within him deeper than memory he feels that he was studying something with numbers. Mathematics, physics, engineering, something he was good at. He is determined to get that back as he speaks up finally, “What is the next question.”

Brock smiles and toys around in his head, confident that he will end up on top. “How about you pick this one, give you a fighting chance.” Harvey purses his lips and struggles to produce a question that he knows the answer to that his roommate will not. Oh duh, he’ll just ask him a math question, easy! Certainly not the aim of the game but Harvey just needed to get his life back. “What’s a derivative.” 

“Kinda not in the spirit of the game dude but whatever. I took calc you know. It’s the rate of change in response to a variable. Now since you’re still being an ass how about I lob one back? How about you derivative 𝑓(𝑥)= 2cos⁡(𝑥)−6sec⁡(𝑥)+3?” Harvey is flat stunned, this is some entry level shit but he cannot for the life of him bring the information to mind. He’s just as sharp as he always has been but anything beyond rudimentary trig is continuing to trickle out of his mind. He meekly chuckles out, “uh easy, it’s f(x) equals, uh tan-”

There’s a blaring in his head as both men are aware of his immediate slip up. Energy once more rises in the air as Brock looks down almost pitifully at his roommate this time. “Now I am sorry for this Harvey but, oof that course load! Like you so relish to say, I am just not that bright hm?” Harvey shakes his head as he realizes the horror about to occur. Brock looks a little uncomfortable as he continues, “After failing to pull your little gotcha, I think I’ll just go ahead and have your intelligence.” 

Both men are instantly struck with headaches the likes of which neither could endure under normal circumstances. As soon as the pain arrives though it is converted into a deep profane pleasure. Pins and needles fill Brock’s mind as it becomes heavy. Ideas and understanding fill his mind as a euphoric warmth flows through him. Harvey had enjoyed learning without truly lifting a finger, he had flourished and gained knowledge through no effort on his part but simple absorption. Brock is overcome with the ease at which he will now flow through life. Equally is he overcome by the ecstasy within his body as it only continues to heighten.

Opposite him Harvey clutches at his head as now not only do his learned experiences at university vanish, but all of his capabilities as a student and academic. Even the pleading within his mind slows down as he feels his ability to swiftly process information breaks down. Harvey turns from the man across from him as Brock’s hands feel up and down his musculature in rapturous delight, just in time to see whatever books and tomes he had collected as trophies begin to fade into the aether along with his memories of reading them. He looks down at his hands in confusion and horror, even with his unaddled mind at full steam he could not make sense of what has befallen him. He knows this is not right.

He is unable to find any answers, though as he searches his brain he begins to find a pleasant warmth in the vacuum where there once was knowledge. While his mind has been emptied, the bulge in his crotch demands his attention, which shall likely be a constant issue now that his mind shall evermore be less than preoccupied. He feels his mouth start to fill with drool as he looks down at his cock as it almost feels larger than it should be. He almost laughs at the idea that from now on he may fully be thinking with his cock. He opens his mouth allowing drool to spill out which shocks him back to sense and he turns around to demand that Brock return this all to sense immediately.

Brock for his part is reclined in a chair just rubbing his cock over his shorts almost forgetting about what they had been doing not seconds earlier. He laughs as he sees the expression on Harvey’s face, “Woah dude sorry about that, got lost in my own mind for a second there! No wonder you had, or have rather, such an attitude problem. It all just came so easy to you didn’t it? I mean we could keep going if you want, what else do you have to lose yeah?” Harvey wipes the drool from his face and takes stock, he can still read, he is pretty confident he still passed high school, he remembers his life before whatever hell is currently happening as well as whatever this new reality is. He nods his head and pushes his erection down as it continues to rise upon seeing his roommate’s cocky repose. He answers, “let’s keep going. Your question right?”

Harvey can’t help but trace Brock’s traps as he shrugs, “If you insist lil bro. What’s my middle name?” He knows this one for sure, he would bring it out to tease his roommate as needed. Brock slams his arm down in excitement and shouts, “fucking Laurel!” then he recalls this is only half the battle, Brock must also get his wrong, “what’s mine?” Brock smirks once more and laughs as he stretches to scratch his back, his roommate hungrily staring, “you don’t have one dude”

The energy rushing between the two men is drastically different this time. Unlike the pleasurable prickles of knowledge or the soothing burn of loss there is a direct, deeper connection between the two. Brock’s grin grows wider as understands, “Oh I getcha, question’s a tie so we share the spoils Harv. Only fair that since you’ve the mind of a what, meathead? May as well have the body of one.”

Harvey watches as his roommate takes off his shirt, he feels a warmth in his chest as he stares directly at Brock’s pecs. His breath catches as he watches his roommate flex them and he feels a nervous energy begin to surge within his own. He’s never had pecs before but he feels his chest pushing, growing, into his shirt. He sees his nipples harden and grow too large to ever hide as his chest expands. His swallows to stop from drooling once more as he sees Brock pose and flex his massive biceps, forcing a burning delight down the whole of Harvey’s arms. He matches the pose of the powerful man he has spoken nothing but ill of and flexes, sweat immediately staining through his shirt as the energy and strain heats his body beyond reason.

At the same time both men drop into a crunch, there is a loud tear as the pants of both men tear as they reach the lowest point in the crunch as Harvey’s ass bursts larger and his thighs swell with strength well enough to carry his increasingly top heavy torso. Not only is Harvey to gain the muscle of a tight jock, but the masculinity expected. The cock he has been til now proud enough of pulses with his heartbeat, with each pump it gorges larger, veins thick as the ones surging down his biceps force his cock thicker and further down his strained shorts. He tears at his pants to free his bulge as his balls bloat to the size of eggs, they pull tight ass they’re exposed to the air and all the soreness, strain, and pain of his still growing body becomes agonizing delight.

Harvey’s eyes water as he struggles to even stay cogent with the pleasure and power coursing through him. He smells his new musk breaking through his senses. Through the burning bedlam across his body he feels a soothing burn as hair begins to sprout and thicken where every man should make clear his masculinity. His pubes thicken and curl beyond his waistline and his pits grow wild and begin to spread to make it clear they, nor his musk, can ever be contained.

He lies, sits, writhes, flexes, exists in nothing but pleasure for some time, no longer concerned for his lost intelligence, beyond the care of his education. His hands, larger and painted with still thickening hair, press tight against his body as he feels the new contours of his body. Each new valley and mountain is a testament to the ecstasy he shall now prioritize above all. Until his roommate’s voice breaks through the haze, “Fuck bro you’re really feeling yourself huh?” Harvey’s eyes open to see Brock’s arrogant sneer has only grown worse as he has contendly watch Harvey lavish his new corpus.

Harvey meets it with a scowl and Brock tilts his head, “Want to do one last question then, bro?” His smile grows tight as he tries not to laugh as the appellation of bro has become the paramount definition of this once genius. Harvey just nods his head, still understandably disoriented as he lies in a pool of his own sweat and pre that remains dripping directly onto the floor. Brock motions for him to ask whatever the presumably final question is but is met with a grunt and a wave of the hand. Brock grimaces slightly, “if you insist bud,” he grimaces slightly as he looks down at the man. Asshole he may have be, may still be even, surely there’s something Brock could do to fix even that. He leans to whisper the question in Harvey’s ear, “what color are my eyes.” 

Between grunts, Harvey strains to look at his roommate only to find them obviously closed. His body contorts with pain and pleasure as he feels the throes of defeat and one final lose begin to seize him. He groans out through clenched teeth as his jaw widens and his brows thicken as changes already begin to work upon his mind, “don’t… know…” Brock nods and sits next to his roommate laying Harvey’s head on his lap. At the point it would be a kindness for the man to forget his life before, and that is exactly what he is to do. 

Brock removes the memories and identity of the sour nerd that made life perpetually unpleasant not only for him, but anyone unlucky enough to grace his presence. His breathing speeds up as his body heat rises beyond imagination, sweat turning to steam in the cold dorm room as he shakes his head and clenches his fists. He writhes only briefly, each flex of his body a final protestation of Harvey as Brock erases even his name from his head. 

After a minute of this his body goes still before he opens his eyes blearily and groans. Still lying in Brock’s lap he stretches his arms, turning to smell his impossibly rank pits before turning it into a flex as he must do anytime he raises them. Brock watches this with trepidation, unsure of who exactly his roommate is to be now before suddenly a name surges into his mind, Bull. Perfect fodder for the jerk he once was and an apt name for the behemoth lying on his lap. Testing the waters Brock pats his chest to wake him up, “Morning Bull.”

He yawns and scratches at the same stubbled face he has always known and he sits up, “urgh got a massive headache bro, must have gone pretty hard to have a hangover this bad huhuh! Wanna go grab brekkie and hit up the gym?” Brock stifles a smirk and helps his roommate up to standing, slightly surprised to see him standing taller than himself before responding, “You got it big guy, how about you get some clothes on first though right?” Bull guffaws, looking down at his hairy sweat-drenched body as he throws an arm around his roommate, cock bobbing around in the open air, still chubbed up. “What would I do without you bro huhuh!” 

Brock looks to see all of Bull’s tops have changed to stringers and tanks. Where Harvey had nothing but pants Bull has piles of unwashed athletic shorts, one of which he promptly throws on, going commando. Seeing Brock watch him, Bull grabs at his crotch and juts at the door, “Come on bro! Faster we get a pump in faster we can get back here and have some fun dude.” 

With that Bull again throws his arm around Brock, once more smelling his b.o. as he almost deliberately spreads it on his roommate’s neck, like an animal marking its territory. The two then off to start their day, in Bull’s mind as they always have. Brock feels his crotch grow weightier as the amble down the hall, unsure if he’s made a horrible mistake in all this. Who is he to say what is too far in acts of cosmic retribution. Brock is certain at the end of the day he and Bull are at least to have quite a bit of fun.

[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.

[jerkingnerds2jock]

FROM STREAMER TO CAMSLUT

Commission Story post!! if anyone wants any sort of TF I am opening my slots all up due to my current situation <3 All are welcome!!

Twitch streaming was not for the faint of heart, most people had their own assumptions about the profession, hobby, job whatever you wanted to call it. Everyone had an opinion and most of the time everyone had a different experience that proved one of them right. Twitch was not a dating app, but damn did people use it like one. Twitch was so much easier than doing a normal nine to five retail job, and there's no argument there that it didn’t come with a lot of benefits. But twitch also had a massive parasocial problem, people believing they truly knew about a person and what they went through beyond the stream. Twitch had a massive privacy and protection issue when it came to its site and streamers.

All of these things coagulated together to create an interesting and new problem, parasocial, horny hackers and chatters who had whole concepts and ideas on who people should be. And how their ideas would make that streamer's life so much easier. It really was just a rumor, something spread on reddit forums about certain streamers getting a raid from some streamer and their chats exploding with messages. Those messages change streamers into parodies, caricatures and horny gay versions of themselves. It was frightening especially for the straight male population of twitch streamers.

Really it was just a rumor right? It's absurd that a hacker could actually transform someone into a slutty. Horny gay version of themselves. Magic wasn’t real and the worst thing the hacker could do was find out the streamers info and leak it. That is devastating, horrible and cruel, its led to many tragedies but it never removed someone’s autonomy. So Those pussies could suck a fat one for all our protagonist cared about.

RunBxnny (Known as Alex to his friends) is a pretty tame fps streamer, not like the other “alpha male”, misogynist red pilled homophobes. At least not publicly, he had managed to keep a clean positive image of just being a bro to everyone. Encouraging community and team building with members whether it was his open lobbies, community days or those two times he did a charity stream. People loved him and that was better then almost any real life currency because love and attention brought not just money in but other perks including longevity. It paid very well to be kind in the long run.

He was also classically handsome, attracting both women and gay men as his main audience. Sure, was that the main reason he kept a clean image, well yeah shitting where you eat is a terrible idea, so what if he had to fake being genuine and sweet if it got him what he wanted. The gays and girls and whatever could afford his love and support and all he’d have to do is throw them a bone, why not? Fags loved when he wore tanks, and girls loved his good girls and asking them questions. It was so fuckin easy anyone could do it. He didn’t understand why people went so quick for the scumbag, rage baiter troll routine, it attracted more than just the physically ugly, all those guys were WASHED.

So when RunBxnny opened up obs to stream some sort of shooter he was not all surprised to see his offline notifs had popped off, posting a shirtless selfie on Instagram before going live always got bitches horny. Fresh from a  workout, slightly hard at the thought of the attention he was going to get he got stream booted up. His cock stretching his boxer briefs and making the jeans he was wearing just slightly distended.

The chat slowly filtered in, and slow for RunBxnny was about fifty people at a time, his chatters entering immediately saying hi to each other before spamming emotes. Waves of rainbow flags, heart emojis and thirsty gifs he had his artists shrink filled chat, emboldening his ego. Creating this space was the biggest tool he had at his disposal for feeding it and it wouldn’t go hungry any time soon, he just had to be smart. 

“YOOOOOO chat whats up whats happening its RunBxnny here for the good vibes!” He quickly hit the stream decks transition button switching to his glowing smile. His deeper register picked up perfectly on the mic as he greeted chatter after chatter. Everyone wanted to say hi and who was he to complain, it kept their attention and at the end of the day thats what he really wanted wasn’t it?

It’s why when a bunch of new chatters typed their hellos’ and greetings RunBxnny didn’t even flinch. His normal chatters like SaragamesHard, TaronEatsDown, CallofSnoopy and some gayr names were quickly overwhelmed by a swarm of new people. RunBxnny was a good streamer so he made time for it.

“Hey CallmeDaddy nice to meet you, BottomMakr welcome on in! Hey good to meet you CoachStyle, Hey Dommerpog hyped to meet you guys, damn we have a lot of new people today.” the names were a lot more sexual then he was used to, he could have sworn he saw one about jockstraps in there but a viewer was a viewer and he’d get his ad revenue. As long as they didn't harass anyone or make him uncomfortable the mods would handle the majority of the caroling of the masses. He did a quick little subtle flex, his pecs popping under the fabric of his cotton blend shirt, his biceps bulging, giving the viewers something to stare at as he got ready. He already knew some of these bitches were clip farming him for their fan pages.

“Today guys its good to see all of you, as you know on wednesdays we do community day on cod, so you guys are welcome to que up and we can squad some versus matches!” his voice was even making sure to be confident, everything was perfectly manicured, he had to appeal to everyone not just one group. He already saw ten people que up immediately. Chat was moving faster and as it moved faster he missed a few messages,, hell his mods missed them.

CallMeDaddy: Damn someones looking beefy today, can only imagine what that looks like out and the open.

BottomMakr: God it would be so much better if he got up and showed off that ass of his so I could see what we were working with.

CoachStyle: patience boy seems like we found a good candidate no matter what for the raid

CallMeDaddy: Abso-fucking-lutely can’t wait to transform this twerp.

DommerPog: i’ll use my points, call dibs on the first change bitches.

BottomMakr: I won't complain about that.

The matches were starting, and a few subs had been sent his way, Alex was honestly on a high. A good start to a stream does that. It doesn’t just give you confidence or boost you through the algorithm, it also makes you very very very blind to your problems and arrogant. It lowers the guard many build in order to protect themselves from any upcoming threats, and when something does happen, when there is a problem that occurs it rocks their world. It brings instability and all that really gets left behind is the feeling that something, anything would be better than this. It’s not like Alex was alone, he had his father home, being a famous streamer and living with your family had many benefits and one was having a calm figure in your life you could go to in dire situations where leveled heads would succeed.

“Okay two guys on me, on me yeah, their coming on me, their in, I feel it… Sara thanks for the good Girl FUCK WELCOME IN RAIDERS!!” Notifications start flashing on his screen, between redeems popping up, to the game he’s playing suggestive lingo, its easy to miss who the raiders are at first. Even the mods scramble as a raid of a hundred or so people pile in, the scene transitioning and raid music playing. Mods shouting out the raider as RunBxnny scrolls through the same spammed, odd raid message to see who sent him such a lovely, but soon to be cursed gift..

“🌀🌀🌀TIME FOR CHANGE🌀🌀🌀” Spammed by atleast half of chat as our hero (victim) finally finds the user he was looking for. Eyes taking on a ghostly blue sheen as something raided more then just his chat, but also his soul as the plan began taking root.

“Hey Raiders!! Great to meet you KoKStrapChanges, funny name!! Welcome on in to my corner of the internet great to have you here, make sure to drink some water, eat some food and if you have to raid and run thats completely understandable I’ll take ***Leans into the mic, lowering his voice just a tad* Goood care of your community, for all of you guys staying, make sure to read chat’s rules, be kind and lets have some fun!! What were you guys playing?” He ran through the whole thing so fast, so rehearsed like it was second nature. Sure the name was odd, definitely gay, Alex had definitely seen that name somewhere but not in his own chat, he pulled up discord and told his head mod to look into it while he chatted. His regulars had been drowned out by all the newcomers, almost like they’d been blocked from getting in the way.

KoKStrapChanges: Thanks so much for welcoming us in, we were just playing my favorite game, and now you get to be a part of it.

“What, what do you mean a part of it? That's really weird dude!” His mod sends a message of discord that something is wrong, that they can’t access mod mode, and that KoKStrapChanges is apparently a known hacker. This rings so many alarm bells, a raid that size was normal for him at this point and if it hadn’t been his mod saying it he wouldn’t have taken it seriously but it was the perfect storm of info given.

Worried about what’s getting ready to happen he clicks over to his obs screen getting ready to leave when the raiders start chiming in, and the game begins.

CallMeDaddy: Oh God I love when we get to raid!! This is gonna be so much fun

BottomMakr:  MMM he’s even cuter when he’s nervous, can’t wait to see him beg

CoachStyle: He’s gonna be such a good boy for us.

CallMeDaddy: Not just a good boy, he is going to be the best, begging for all of us to be his daddy by the end of it. Dommer You get first change!

DommerPog: First up, Everytime RunBxnny tries to close stream he’s going to gain five pounds of muscles and experience a wave of euphoria so strong he has to lay back in his chair panting and moaning instead

KoKStrapChanges: Oh that' s such a good Idea! DONE

The screen flashes and as Alex tries to close out and escape a PULSE rushes through his body and it feels like it was set on fire. Each muscle bulging slightly as he gains a slight pump, his voice leaving his throat in pants and moans. His perfectly fitted shirt and pants strain, seams starting to fray as he filled out further

“Fuck, fuck whats.. No no you guys, you guys are those gay raiders!” His voice was breathless, moaning in panic as he couldn’t help but try the same thing again in vain. His hand reaches for the mouse, and as it does, a jolt of pleasure and a PULSE of change rushing through him. He feels it center on his chest, his pecs becoming disproportionate to the rest of himself as he grabs both newly forming muscle tits. Groping and feeling himself up as more pleasure rushes through him, pillowey pecs pushing his shirt to its limits, the hem rising exposing a defined v-line and the beginnings of his abs. Chat went crazy as he squeezed them before regaining his senses, cock pulsing and throbbing underneath his pants, leaking precum.

His ass starts to inflate, muscle and fat growing on his rear as it bubbles out, lifting him slightly higher in his gamer chair, his thighs thickening as he feels them forced apart further to leave room for his junk to breathe. His calves carve themselves freely to that of diamonds. His feet flopping free of socks and elongating, toes thickening. Muffled groans and moans from his lips echo aropund the room as they get louder. Thank god they can’t see my lower half he thinks as he reaches for the mouse again, not learning his lesson.

It PULSES through him again, chest inflating, shoulders broadening, back becoming more defined. His shirt starting to rip and tear at the seams. His pants which were loose sweats look more like leggings as his ass gets fatter and his thighs look like they could crush watermelons and heads. His moans, groans are now followed by pants and pleading for help.

“How… How are you.. How is this possible? What are you doin to me?!” He breathily asks as looks up at the screen, testosterone rushing through his body now, neck and Adam's apple thicker as his voice deepens. He has learned his lesson to avoid the mouse, trying to think his way through this, maybe he could pull the power supply, that was a good idea he would just have to wait this out, wait for a moment to do it.

CallMeDaddy: Don’t worry that pretty, STUPID head of yours slut.

BottomMakr:  Fuck yeah make him a big dumb, slutty himbo. Begging for cock.

CoachStyle: That would make him such a good boy, a good boy begging for praise with his big muscles and fat ass. Maybe make him more of a dumb jock overall.

CallMeDaddy: I can get behind that, make him dumb, slutty, himbo jock begging for cock, thats your change  Coach?

CoachStyle: A wrestling jock but yes, pleasseeeee @KokStrapChanges 

KoKStrapChanges: Fuck yes lets do those changes now.

It was a giant pulse centered on his head, his ears popping rapidly as PULSE AFTER PULSE fired in his head. Fuck his smarts, his brain,, he wasn’t dumb, and he wasn’t gay. What the fuck were they… PULSE!

Fuck CoCk.. All he could think about was cock, words were too hard for anyone, cock was so easy. And it wasn’t like it was gay to want cock, nah he was still totally, absolutely straight. He was a wrestler after all… No.. No he wasn’t a wrestler, he rarely did sports.. Just worked out for… for cock. All he wants is cock. The idea of it fucking his big, fat straight ass was so hot. His clothes starting to get tighter, his shirt was reformed and reforged into a tight nylon tank top exposing ripped arms and pillowey pec side boob. His sweatpants became tight three inch inseam shorts that left little to the imagination and his boxer briefs became a slutty green jockstrap from his YEARS of wrestling.

Years of education, of marketing and research flushed down his brain and all the way to his balls as hebrew dumber and hornier by the second. His balls were sloshing around, his cock growing harder as he man spread more, ass and hips gyrating in his chair. His hole, his straight, tight, pink hole was starting to quiver and wink, begging, pleading to be fucked, an emptiness, a hungry, world ending emptiness started to fill him. Creating an itch he needed to scratch or he would never be satiated, an itch only cock could reach.

“Fuck.. Fuck chat I’m so horny, so fuckin horny and desperate, I need, I need. FUCK I NEED COCK!!” he was full on groping himself now, getting out of his chair to feel up his muscles, his arms flexing, turning his back to the camera and “Stretching” while he was actually arching his back to show off his dump truck of an ass.

“It’s so big and round and it needs someone to spread it… spread it open and… give me co… No… no this isn’t real fuck.. Fuck no I’m not some! Some… over sexed.. Fag.. i like tits.. Pussy fuck HELP ME” his hands had moved down ontop of his shorts, spreading his cheeks through them. His cock was leaking precum as he put on this show, chat was going crazy. Runbxnny’s regulars who at first had been worried were quickly shifting sides. Joining the gay raiding hackers in watching and enjoying the show.

DommerPog: That didn’t take long, who was betting that this dude was actually homophobic. I owe em twenty bucks my bad bros. But he really takes to oversexed Fag slut real well.

BottomMakr:  i told you he was, just send it through paypal, i think this dude needs to become exactly what he says, no more of this conflicting life shit, KOK makie him into his version of a faggot please

CoachStyle: Oh god thats gonna be so hot, and go ahead and put him in a wrestling singlet too

CallMeDaddy: Oh this boy is trouble, Agreed Bottom he needs to go ahead and accept his fate.

CallMeDaddy: Kokstrap how much to make him mentally trapped beneath all of this too so he has to watch himself live like this

DommerPog:  Oh fuck thats hot!

KoKStrapChanges: For you Daddy that’s free, lets really take this all in and enjoy the moment!! God this has been so fun to do.

Alex tries to beg them no but that SAME pulse echoes through his mind and all those memories of women, of his type, his favorite porn and all of the bookmarks of them start to pop away like bubbles. His first kiss, his first time, hell his prom date all disappear and with them leaves a void that he has to have filled. FILLED BY COCK. Memories of himself sucking and servicing cock flashes through his mind, different men, races, body types, all flash through his mind, he wasn’t picky he would suck or get fucked by any of them because it was an honor. His homophobic streak was ripped away from him, replaced with pride, his social media was cleansed of its boring straight boy aesthetic and made more colorful and thirsty. All of it was gone in a second and he was left with a dumb gay boy’s mind. A faggot’s mind. His face changed to match, his cheekbones were more high, his brows became perfectly manicured and his lips became plumper. Becoming perfect dick sucking lips. 

But in all of that commotion something, no, someone heard Alex’s Pleas, his father. Who immediately leapt up and went running towards his son’s stream room. It had been smart for him to stay there with his family in emergencies like this, if only his father could do more for him.

Because when he ran into the room slamming the door open, his son, his pride and joy, looked incredibly different. The straight laced, playboy who kept his body tight and fit had been completely replaced, standing infront of him instead was this porn parody of a wrestler. It was as if his body had been specifically curated by gay men, his lips were ridiculously plump, perfect DSL’s that were permanently pouty, his  chin and jaw were this perfect comic book superhero lantern jaw that screamed masculinity and jock. His pectorals were bigger then some women’s tits, these pillowey, perky muscle tits were straining the spandex, definitely meant for gay sex, singlet he was wearing, his waist and torso had unnaturally been enhanced and snatched becoming this perfect trim v line that led to his average bulge and GIGANTIC cheeks that made the legs of the singlet tear and fray. His arms and legs were built too but everything else had been accentuated and exaggerated to the point that they were of little note to the father.

He had heard something about people being changed, fringed rumors and banned accounts on the platform but he had assumed, much like the figure before him, that it was exaggerated to the point of parody. Something from tumblr or fantasy smut not a reality he and his son had to face. He slowly moved forward carefully, his son just looking confused at his father as he started spreading his cheeks to his audience.

“Please, please someone come fill me, I'm… I’m so horny, my cheeks need it, my hole is empty please.” He sounded so slutty so needy, he was also so fucking dumb. His father was aghast, what could he do, what options did he have.

“Alex what’s going on? Fuck I need to stop this!” He looks around trying to figure out what to do, his eyes immediately see OBS open, the streaming software has a glowing red live button and as he reaches for the mouse to end it, hovering over the end he suddenly feels a PULSE!! Both Alex and his father feel it hit them square in the chest, Alex’s singlet stretching to the brink of its capacity as his muscular chest and gigantic bubble butt add more muscle mass. His arms going up into a double bicep flex as he rides the wave of arousal and starts to show off the rest of his body posing and flexing/

Alex’s Father, Chet feels his body start PULSING and raking with pleasure as his head is thrown back.testosterone rushing in his veins as his body goes through a late second puberty. He feels the top of his hair thicken while more salt and pepper grows in. His neck starts to thicken and widen as his adams apple grows making the guttural groans he is letting out deepen. His shoulders broaden and his tight red polo BURSTS as his pecs inflate into two perfect muscular slabs. 

His biceps bulge out like mountains and his triceps become veinier and thicker with pure mass. His hands which had only ever seen a keyboard in an office become the epitome of gym bro callused. While his torso begins to get this strong bear muscle gut. Abs and mass built from years of labour coming out in force. His ass getting thicker and his thighs becoming humongous. He starts to catch his breath when he does the same thing as his son, and repeats his mistake everything feeling twice as pleasurable as his pants rip following suit leaving him in just a pair of boxers.

“Fuck yes DADDY please keep going!” His son yells looking down at his daddy before back at chat getting on his hands and knees above his dad.

“Fuck son no this isn’t you, you were a total pussy hound, please remember, remember your life before all of this!” He tries in vain to plead with Alex, streamer now dumb slut and Alex just giggles?

“Pussy? Daddy thats so silly, i could never  fuck a pussy with my dicklet, I’m such a faggot! I need someone to fuck my PUSSY!” His hands start roaming his fathers form, tracing along his daddy’s pec before his father swats it away. He’s looking around desperately, trying to find a solution before anything more radical happens. He can feel his cock stirring from his son’s touch, something he finds deeply disturbing but he can’t dwell on it. Therapy for later he thinks.

“Alex, please whatever has gotten ahold of you fight it!” For a second Chet sees Alex’s eyes focus on him, no longer fully glazed over with dumb horniness. A genuine look of horror before he speaks.

“Dad.. Dad it hurts so bad!” Alex says his hand reaching over to his dad, going directly to his chest. The feeling is warm and soft, gentle. His palm right above Chet’s nipples which had grown along with his chest.

“Son, please, kid speak to me tell me what hurts, tell me how to help.” Alex’s other hand  goes to his fathers other pec. At this point Alex was on all fours and moving ontop of his dad before he took that moment to strike, sliding his legs on top of his dads, straddling him.

“DADDY MY HOLE IT HURTS ITS SO EMPTY PLEASE I NEED YOU TO FILL IT!” In that moment Chet realized his son was gone, especially when the boy started gyrating against his bulge. He knew he had only one shot as he looked for a solution.

His eyes finally land on it, a solution he thinks hopefully, right in front of him, on the floor under the desk is the power supply cord. Just sitting there, waiting to be unplugged, just in reach all he had to do was tug it. “No, no this isn’t you, whatever happened here I’m going to stop it, I am going to save my boy.” With that he leapt under the deck, bucking his son off his hips and diving in, fully on his back with only his legs and bulge exposed, and as his hand touched the plug, that same PULSE from before shot into him. Except it was centered on his legs and bulge. His Cock began to fully harden, growing to its solid six inches before it slowly edged past that growing to seven, no eight.. NINE inches as his balls started to fill with cum. His thighs were perfect thunder thighs worthy of worship. An insane wave of testosterone shot through him making him hornier and hornier.

Chat was obviously going wild.

BottomMakr:  FUCK The daddy joined on in oh this is so hot, and the streamer is already ready to fuck him

DommerPog: God what a faggot slut, something for us to play with though. It be hot to make this newly muscled up stud into a pimp

CoachStyle: OMG A pimp for his own son, whoring him out on cam for money and fucking him when he gets needy enough, sign me up

CoachStyle: I mean, just the idea now of him dressing up like his coach and  “running drills” when we know for certain the only thing here getting drilled is that slut.

CallMeDaddy: DADDY AND SON CONTENT, fuck please KOK you have to change them to that, the dad would hate very second of it but think of how hot it would be for us, think of how much hotter shit is gonna get made and posted if you do

CallMeDaddy: Hell I’d wire you my next two paychecks if you did it

DommerPog:  Giving a guy a literal daddy kink sounds fucking perfect, and what a great way to make sure neither of em cause any harm again. Think about it, this guy totally was enabling his son to treat women badly.

BottomMakr: A bit of a stretch Domm, buuuuut I do agree that them both being slutty gay father and sons who slut out the sun for money and chat is the hottest it could be, lets do that. Also lets make the son addicted to Daddy’s cock for more added fun!

KoKStrapChanges: So much agreement today I love it. Okay Father and Son Special coming right up. ADDICTED TO DADDY’S COCK CAM SLUT!!

PULSE PULSE PULSE

That pulse raged through both of them, while it obviously hit Alex less, Chet felt like his mind was on fire. He tried to hold onto the image of his boy. Of the son he spent decades raising to becoming the smart, intelligent, handsome man he was today. Every bike ride till he could do it on his own, every sports game- wait alex didn’t do spo- EVERY SPORTS GAME was SO HOT… No not that. His son’s proms where he brought his girlfriends. Him getting his son into gaming and streaming, helping him build his career in a way that made sense to them. ALL of them started burning in his brain as he felt every memory associated with being a good, kind father start to burn, twist and melt.

The heart felt love in his chest began to twist and reshape as lust filled his eyes, his hard, horny, leaking cock thrusting into the air as the image of his son was corrupted. Making him into the perfect slut had always been his goal. Training him how to take dick properly since he was eighteen. Teaching him to lift weights and grow different muscle groups for the male eye. Hell he even got him into acting classes so he could study how to be a better porn star. His son was as dumb as bricks so there was no need to foster education, just lift, suck, fuck and beg for cum.

His son was an attention whore, only able to really live if eyes were on him. He had an exhibition kink being the main driving force for him to be a cam star. Memories of different scenarios and roleplays they had done on camera for his chats on chaturbate and only fans played through his mine. He loved when people did special orders and begged for Chet to get on camera and fuck his son. The idea of bending him over a chair or his bed was enough to get him leaking. Thats all he really did to show his love for him now, yeah he loved him, loved fucking and using him but at the end of the day profit was king and his son needed to make it.

“DADDY!! DADDY PLEASE… I need your cock, please I need it so bad I have been such a good boy for you. I’ll do anything Daddy, just need to feel your cock in me.” Alex was playing with his tits now. Messaging them through the lycra of his singlet, tempting his father as he tweaked his nipples. Moaning more then speaking as he licked his lips looking at his dad.

Chet stood up, walking around his son, looking down at his kneeling figure, seeing how his chest and ass distended the singlet and let out a whistle. His hand gently moved down and over to cup his sons face. Grabbing each cheek and making him look directly into his eyes.

“You want my cock slut.” His voice sounds harsh, maybe even like it was filled with venom, but Alex knew what it was, it was authority. An authority he couldn’t refuse.

“Yes, please, please I’ll do anything please let me taste your cock.” His words came out in more moans and breaths then syllables and strong annunciation. Chat was going crazy, the platform was no longer Twitch, it had become a white and blue page, to better accommodate the new NSFW streamer.

“Then get to work slut!” Chet drops his underwear, his cock flinging out, slapping this slut right in the face. Alex can’t help but follow after it. As it swings back the other way it hits his left cheek, leaving a trail of precum. Chet keeps playing this game, smacking and slapping him in the face with his cock, watching his big, dumb eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Fuck, slut, so much hotter when your like this, when you are good and dumb for me and chat!”  His words are breathey as he holds his cock above Alex’s face, letting the boy stare up at his father, his master, with PURE awe. Mouth salivating before it finally drops down and his dad yells at him to suck it.

“Yes, yes daddy thank you….” He interrupts himself, his perfect dick sucking lips gliding over Chet’s cock head, his tongue licking and lapping around before he starts to bob up and down. His hands start to move up and down his dad’s legs, caressing and feeling up the muscles that made him so many years ago. With each inch he manages to take from his dad’s monster cock, he feels any chance of return get fucked out of his mind with it. Like as if every inch from Daddy’s cock was going straight into his brain fucking him stupider.

Chet can barely hold back, he tries to start slow but the agony of letting his boy set the pace is not worth it. He needs to give the viewers what they want, and he knows just how to. Chet’s hands firmly grab onto the sides of his BOYS head. Grabbing hair he starts to sull fuck him, using him more like a fleshlight as he starts to pummel the back of his son’s throat. His balls slap the bottom of his chin as he gives fully into the pleasure, Alex’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as he starts to feel overwhelmed, tears of pain and pleasure leaking down his face. He knew he couldn't do this forever, that there was something everyone was waiting for. Sure he could cum down his whore of a son’s throat but people really wanted to see him clap those cheeks.

Unceremoniously he pulls out of Alex’s mouth with a plop and motions for him to bend over against the chair. Alex has no reason or ability to disobey, his body does, arching his bck as he looks right at the camera to the viewers, asking them if they think hes hot. His hands going for his own nipples as he does. CHet just laughs as he stands behind his perverted, parodied son.

Leaning down so the scruff of his fully grown beard is against Alex’s face Chet smiles “Get ready bitch!” Before ripping a hole in the back of the singlet with his bare hands leaving Alex’s cheeks fully displayed in a jockstrap. Chet couldn't stop himself from giving one of those thick muscled cheeks a big SWAT, each cheek bouncing up and down as they jiggle from impact. Alex letting out a loud moan as his back somehow manages to arch forward, encouraging his daddy to go again.

SWAT SWAT SWAT

Over and over again DADDY CHET spanks his naughty, horny son, his cheeks starting to glow a vibrant red as he leaves a permanent hand print on both cheeks. His mouth was watering as he slowly caressed it, some of his fatherly love showing up as he gently touched his son after his punishment. A short aftercare before he parts those cheeks. Even shorter as he wedges his cok between those two gigantic cheeks, the tip of Chet’s cockjust barely touches the hole before he SLIDES past and underneath to tease him. Constant pressure from his tip and shaft keeping his boy on edge till he can’t stop begging.

With a wolf like grin into the camera, his hands gripping around his son's tight waist he stops teasing. AND PLUNGES RIGHT IN, his cock spearing all nine inches deep into his boy pussy.

“FUCK DADDY… DADDY YOU ARE SO BIG OH MY GOD!!” He moans out, looking at the camera feeling his own tits, his cock leaking so much it stains through the singlet.

“Big just for you boy, fuck you want more? Want daddy to fuck you harder?” Daddy starts to pull out, each inch leaving making his boy whimper before he breaks.

“Please more daddy, fucking harder please, i need it!” And with that beg from DADDY’S BOY, he obliged, thrusting right back in, his pelvis meeting Alex’s cheeks making them ripple again and again as he establishes a see-saw motion, his hands getting tighter around his waist as his mind starts to go black. Each of his muscles flexing as he pounds harder and harder into his son. His money maker, his whore that he pimps out. Each stroke, each thrust met with Alex’s own thrust back as his eyes go white and he starts to cum. Unloading all of his brain into his jockstrap. Becoming a moaning mess for his audience. His tongue lulls out as he begs for daddy’s load.

“Fuck… Fuck… take it, take it boy take all my load, your fucking mine forever you damn whore!” Daddy’s breath starts getting heavier as he loses the ability to speak, he can only grunt and moan as he loses himself to it. His balls start tightening up as he starts breeding his son, firing load after load into him. 

DommerPog: Fuck perfect transition from streamer to new cam duo

CoachStyle: Daddy definitely going to need to put on another show

CallMeDaddy: So glad we raided over into Runbxnny!! Are we going to give him a new username

BottomMakr: I don’t know for certain, all I know is that my dick is hard and that boy is horny, 

KoKStrapChanges: I think RopeBxnny Works best! So close but so far.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Spread

Please, you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I need to get to the hospital or something maybe, I feel like I’m on fire. Everything aches and- HAUG. OW! Fuck. I keep hearing these voices man. Telling me to- no I can’t. It all started at the gym dude. I was getting changed after finishing my cardio for the day. Trying to be responsible after my last doc appointment. Okay, okay. I was in the sauna when this big guy comes in. Muscles for days man. He has these pecs that are off the charts. They’re thick, firm slabs of meat that just hang from him like pillows. So soft and so firm- OW, my chest. God, where was I? Yeah, so I’m in the sauna and he sits really close to me. Plenty of room, but parks right next to me. You know I don’t swing that way, but I’m kinda checking him out. He has these beautiful tattoos that curl around his biceps, a sleeve on the side next to me. As he’s relaxing he’s kind of flexing his arms and these things ripple like magic on him. They look so good. Augh. Crap. I feel so itchy dude. But he’s leaning in close. I don’t really even register that he’s talking to me. It’s this deep baritone that rubbles in my head, but it’s the way it bounces that I remember. I was zoning out, and started laughing. Bro- huh- I wish I remembered the joke- huhu- it was so-huhuhu ha. Shit bro. So he pulls me close to him, right in his big, strong arms. At this point I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that he’s got me feeling strange. So loose. So free. Before I know it I’m face down on the bench. Sauna is pumping out this heat, steam surrounding us. But I’m not processing that. Behind me, there is a rhythmic pumping, pumping, pumping. Dude, I’m getting railed. But, like, I don’t even mind. In fact, it feels soooo good huhuuuuu. But that voice. He’s talking. Saying how he wants to breed me. Spread his seed. Make another muscular, tatted up stud like him. And I don’t know what happened. My body shivered when he said that. Suddenly it wasn’t my body anymore. It was his. His to use and shape however he wanted. It was like I was being reprogrammed from the inside. He was telling me how thick he wanted each muscle, how wide my neck needed to be. How thick my waist. How coarse my hair would be. Owww, shit this hurts. But it hurts so good. Maybe he wasn’t telling me bro, but I just felt it deep in me. And then, it happened. Man, it was so hot. I felt this twitch and pulse, and I was so full all of a sudden. It rushed through me. My… his… the cock just exploded deep in me. Coated my insides. I felt so good, like I knew what I needed to do- mmmmm fuuuck meeeeee…

What? What’s wrong? Look at myself?

Dude! I’m freaking huge. It looks like new me ate the old me. Bro, these muscles are sick. Look at how they stretch, I bet I can pull mad chicks with these. Girls would love to have these arms wrapped around them, holding them tight, flexing for them as I bury this- wait, dude, LOOK at this python. It’s practically stretched out of my briefs! I look just like me! Or, was it him? Or maybe us. Augh, it’s so confusing. My thoughts are like pudding. I feel so confused and angry and pent up. You have to help me. Dude, you okay? You’re looking at me funny. WOAH bro? Hey, that’s not funny. Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking so cute. Haha, no, dude I’m just-I’m just joshing. You’re just looking so… so good after your gym pump. I guess. Got me feeling kinda weird. Wait, no. Bro, something’s happening. Do you think it’s the muscles bro? These thick, juicy, sweaty muscles? Ngl, they do sound hot bro. You wanna feel them bruh? Huhu I bet you do. Just take a look at these. Boom. Yeah, looks pretty hot right? You’re not too bad yourself bruh. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and join me. It’s good to let those muscles breathe. No, bruh, you can’t go. You can’t leave me like this. Get me all riled up and leave. You’re looking so breedable right now brah, you must be focusing on those glutes. But why work so hard? Why not just let me train you, let me work out your sweet hole babe. I don’t know what will happen. That’s it. Good boy. Just let me hold you. You’re going to look so much better when I’m done with you. Yeah… I know what I want bro. No. I know what I need. I need to fill those fertile guts with my top notch seed. Yeah. That’s right. Calm down bro. Let me tell you what I think. I think you’re going to use my seed and grow into a stud yourself.

Don’t focus on my words bro. Focus on that feel. Riding this body’s like riding a Ferrari. You’re never gonna be the same afterwards.

[casanovaproject-deactivated2026]

FCA Files: “Heritage Extraction”

Federal Containment Authority

File: AE-1184

Nickname: “The Extraction”

Status: Active

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Acquisition Log:

AE-1184 is a recently identified drug first reported by local authorities in Medellín, Colombia. Since its initial appearance, distribution has spread across multiple criminal networks throughout South America, with confirmed cases in Bogotá, Lima, and São Paulo.

The substance is primarily used by organized groups targeting foreign tourists. All recorded victims have been Caucasian males from upper-middle-class or affluent backgrounds. Confirmed cases include individuals from the United States (87), the United Kingdom (43), Australia (4), and Ireland (1). Victims are typically identified in high-end hotels, bars, and nightlife venues.

Perpetrators approach in small groups, engage targets in casual conversation, and build trust before guiding them away from populated areas—most commonly into quiet streets or private vehicles.

Administration is direct and controlled. In most cases, the substance is injected into the side of the subject’s neck using a fine-gauge needle. A secondary syringe is then used to extract [REDACTED] from the subject.

The effects begin within seconds. Subjects enter a dazed, compliant state, showing no resistance or awareness of their surroundings.

Following exposure, subjects are abandoned. Extracted [REDACTED] is trafficked through underground networks and sold to [REDACTED] individuals for the purpose of [REDACTED].

No subject has been successfully reverted.

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Case File – Subject B-3 (FKA: Daniel Gallagher)

Daniel Gallagher squinted at his phone as he walked, the bright screen lighting his face in the otherwise dim street. The music from the club still rang faintly in his ears, bass echoing in his chest as he tried to follow the map back to his hotel.

The Irish tourist had been in the city three days, thinking he knew the area by now. But São Paulo looked different at night. It didn’t help that there weren’t as many people out now. Not as many lights either.

Daniel slowed, turning slightly as the map recalculated. “So, left… here?” he muttered to himself.

“E aí, mano.”

Daniel looked up. A man stood a few feet away, hands relaxed at his sides. Early-20s, casual clothes, nothing threatening about him.

“You… not from here, yes?” the guy said, his English broken but clear enough.

Daniel gave a small laugh. “Uh-”

The guy was young - Daniel’s age. There felt like there was an unspoken bond. The guy smiled, nodding. “This area… not so good. Especially with phone.” He gestured toward Daniel’s hand. “People see. They take.”

Daniel instinctively lowered the phone. “Right. Yeah, fair.”

“I help you,” the man continued, friendly, easy. “Where you go?”

“Uh—hotel,” Daniel said, turning the screen toward him. “This one.”

The man leaned in, glancing at it. “Ah, yes. I know. Is not far. I go same way.” He straightened up, already turning slightly down the street. “Come. I walk you for safety.”

Daniel smiled graciously.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. What is your name?”

“João.” The boy shook the Irish tourists hand firmly and the two begin walking.

The man kept an easy pace, hands in his pockets, occasionally glancing back to make sure Daniel was following. The street grew quieter the further they went. The lights were dimmer here. Fewer windows. No people.

Daniel noticed it, faintly. Something about it felt… off.

“Hotel is this way?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” the man said quickly. “Shortcut.”

They turned down a narrower street.

That was when Daniel felt it.

Two men grabbing him from behind, forcing his hands behind him holding him in position. They knock the tourist to his knees.

“Jaysus!”

As his knees hit the ground, João pressed something sharp into Daniel’s neck. He felt whatever liquid enter his vein spreading throughout his body. The world didn’t spin. It didn’t go black.

It just… slowed.

The tension in his body drained almost instantly. His thoughts, sharp and alert a second ago, dulled like someone had turned the volume down.

“Hey—what—”

The words came out wrong. Too slow. Little did Daniel know, his DNA was becoming like puddy. Completely mailable.

“Segurem-no firme. Prontos para a extração.” João readied a second device. This one was empty.

Before Daniel could react, João jabbed the device into Daniel’s neck, slowly draining a white liquid substance out of him. It just kept coming and coming, filling up the vial in the device.

As the gang member extracted the white liquid from Daniel, Daniel’s awareness dimmed. He didn’t notice as his skin slowly darkened, taking on the warm, sun-kissed tone of someone raised under the blistering sun, not the pale green pastures of his family’s farm back in Ireland.

His features shifted subtly but unmistakably. His nose broadened, eyebrows thickened, and his lips grew fuller. Each change felt impossible, yet inevitable, as if his body was being extracted of everything that made Daniel the Irish man he was.

Heaviness plumped into Daniel’s glutes, as two fat brown globes bounced outwards, splitting his pants. His two jiggling Brazilian cheeks begging to be free from his tight constricting Irish jeans. The same for his front. His average 5 inch white cock fattened and pushed forwards into a fat 7 inch uncut brown cock.

One of the men leaned closer, watching Daniel’s face rapidly grow facial hair. It was ginger, just like the hair on his head. One of the men holding Daniel scanned Daniel’s ginger beard. Against his darkening skin, it looked almost comical. A comical reminder of his diminishing Irish heritage.

“Olha a barba ruiva dele.” One of the men said, voice low and amused. “Eles vão pagar muito por um ruivo.”

Daniel felt it before he saw it—his beard losing its fiery hue. Slowly, the ginger strands darkened, blending into a uniform black, indistinguishable from the men holding him down.

João continued the extraction, the vial already three-quarters full.

Daniel’s mind began to fog. Words jumbled in his head, English slipping away like sand through his fingers. He tried to speak, to protest, but the sounds coming out were broken, confused. Two vocabularies warring inside him, one destined to win, the other to vanish entirely. Portuguese words eliminating his English vocab, like cells killing a virus.

“Por fa… me ajuda,” Danogo croaked, his voice weak and lethargic. His limbs felt like lead, as they thickened up with big beefy muscle. But even with his new Brazilian muscles, he couldn’t push the men off him, though he desperately tried.

Memories surged through his mind like a virus, rewriting him from the inside out. He saw himself as he used to be—skinny, pale, ginger, standing in front of a mirror.

That image flickered, unstable, before being overtaken by something else. A darker, fuller body. Broader. Warmer. Bigger. Round oversized pecs. Big large thick hands. His fat brown Brazilian cheeks wobbling behind him.

His memories of growing up... the cold, open fields of his family’s Irish farm. The green grass, grey skies, early mornings. They didn’t exist anymore, replaced by hot sunlight and salt air, long days by the sea, heat pressing into his skin. His massive body bouncing on the sand as passerbys ogled him up and down.

His years of GAA training, discipline, dedication. All of it began to be overwritten. In its place came football in the streets, laughing with friends. It came so naturally. Like his body was meant for it. Fuck, he was obsessed with it. Football took up so much of his mind. A new obsession that felt like it had been there forever. It was at that point where he questioned what GAA even was.

His memories of himself were overwritten too. His self perception of being a quiet dedicated bookworm with a love for Irish sports VANISHED. As if it was never there. In its place came something louder. Music thumping through crowded rooms. Late nights. Easy laughter. A need to be around people, to be seen.

He tried to push the memories away. To hold onto his Irishness, but it was no use. His thick Brazilian accent prevented anything he said from even sounding vaguely English.

“Sou irlandês… sou… eu… por favor.” Diogo cried to the men, in his dazed stupor. But he looked anything but Irish. “Estou tão confuso.”

He slumped onto the concrete as the men withdrew the device from his neck. The vial was full of the thick, white liquid.

Diogo moaned softly, every movement painful, his body heavy and unresponsive.

“Boa sorte, cara.” João said with a casual wink, leaving the newly Brazilian man sprawled on the ground.

The gang melted into the night. Diogo inspected his unmistakably Latino hand before passing out.

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Post-Exposure Analysis – AE-1184

AE-1184 does more than just sedate or confuse its targets. The drug extracts the subject’s whiteness (their background, heritage, English fluency, cultural knowledge and memories) - storing it in the white liquid from the subject.

Evidence shows that local gangs are selling this material on the black market. Buyers are often non-white individuals who aim to attain the advantages, social status and privilege associated with white populations, by injecting the stolen whiteness, making themselves privileged white men.

The network appears highly organized and the drug is highly sought after. Victims are carefully chosen for appearance and socioeconomic background, targeted in wealthy areas, and then harvested efficiently.

FCA continues to investigate the buyers and distribution channels. The scale suggests a deliberate, profit-driven trade in human cultural and social capital, with international implications.

Victim Overview – AE-1184

Recovered individuals have been effectively stripped of their original racial and national identities. White, Caucasian tourists lose their English fluency entirely, and in cases in South America, their genetic markers are altered to align with local Latin American populations. Skin tone, facial features, and other inherited traits shift accordingly, leaving the subject biologically and socially indistinguishable from local populations.

Despite some awareness that they no longer belong to their former nationality, subjects are unable to recall meaningful details about their previous lives—names, family, education, or social history are largely inaccessible. Memories of cultural practices and social structures are erased, replaced by the cognitive void left after extraction of privilege and heritage.

All victims are taken in for monitoring and initial assessment. Following containment, they are relocated to supervised housing across Colombia, Peru & Spain (for now Spanish speaking subjects) and Brazil & Portugal (for now Portuguese speaking subjects). Subjects are effectively unable to return to their countries of origin, as the loss of English fluency and cultural familiarity renders them incapable of independent functioning in those societies.

Image of Diogo Galvão (formerly Daniel Gallagher) in São Paulo.

Ongoing Notes

New cases of AE-1184 exposure are reported daily. The drug appears to be spreading beyond South America, with victims now appearing in parts of Africa and India. In these cases, subjects are observed to adopt local racial and cultural traits, effectively becoming African or Indian men following the extraction of their original identities.

At present, it is unknown whether affected individuals can ever be returned to their original identities. By this stage, their original cultural, linguistic, and genetic essence is likely too extensively extracted, used, and dispersed to recover.

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