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[jerkingnerds2jock]

Getting bred Pt 3

Okay things I learned, it's not just Mikey, whatever is happening is STILL happening and it affected my teacher, but only seemed to happen when we were fully alone?  I don’t know, I just know I can’t be alone, I can't go back to my room and no matter how badly i want to turn my phone on I can't because Mikey is absolutely still texting me and I will cave. I know that because its what I want to be doing, and I want to be on my knees for the professor.. Fuck fuck what the fuck.

The worst part, is its getting harder to remember things from before this, how I was, what I was like, what mikey and the professor were like. Like i thought good.. I mean i was a good student but now I vividly remember servicing teachers to get through classes. I don’t remember Mikey’s old name, or his girl… beard. I just remember being a slut, a faggot. I was so deep in thought I didn’t know where I was walking, where I was going, I was just following the flow of the students and it led me to like the worst place.

The gym. The last place i needed or wanted to be, i hated this place it was filled with neanderthals… big, sweaty, musky men who only could think about LIFTING, FUCKING, BREEDINg… god no don’t get hard. But it was hard, and I was walking in. walking all the way to the locker room no matter how hard I tried to stop myself, turn around or get out I strided forward, looking for an empty locker to put my bag in.

There were plenty of people in here though at least.. At least god theres only three. Okay i guess thats enough that was a good sign, less likely to cause some violent transformation on some poor guy if were around more people. It was these two dumb jocks infront of the mirrors in here, their phones propped up on the sinks to get them both in frame. Then some poor twig of a twink looking at them from his locker. I felt bad for them, maybe I could flirt with the twink make his day, seems like he wasn’t my type so I should be good to fuck was he now staring at me. Okay I guess I have to talk with him now.

But sadly…. Luckily as I scanned these men, the plans I had to stay cock obsessed free were ruined. The room grew quiet, not even the dumb jocks laughing. The twink I had just made eye contact with seemed to seize. His body going perfectly rigid and still as the towel he had precariously tied around his waist fell. The jocks were frozen, in some dumb bicep poses, eyes glazed over and wide. I could feel this hum, this pulse followed by that heady fog encapsulating me. BEFORE SPREADING TO THE WHOLE ROOM. no no no no no NO NO NO there were multiple GUYS WHO NEEDED TO BREED ME!!! No this thing is getting stronger… fuck… they need to be bigger, stronger. I could feel my body move on its own again, my hands slowly lowering my shortshorts exposing my jock covered ass as I went up to the twink, whatever insane power was possessing me was getting stronger, faster at changing us. My hands went underneath his armpits before pulling him up high. But instead of feeling any resistance or lifting his feet up off the ground, he grew from five foot six to a gangly six feet. His body now stretched thin. My new magical hands couldn’t help but pour muscle and a little bit of fat onto his frame. The curse did the rest filling in gaps making a breeder hunk out of this twink.

“Fuck look at this slut. Coming into the locker room prepared!”  The jock feeling up my chest says. His hands get rougher, fully tugging on them now, they feel bigger, less dextrous and more meaty. His voice is even deemper, dumber, growls leaving his lips as finally he moves one of his hands top pull my head back and spit in my mouth.

“God his hole is already lubed to bro!” The other dumb jock says, his finger sneaking its way into my hole, easily sinking in. before I can fully moan or respond I feel my head shoved into the other pit of this adonis I had created. I end up moaning into this former twink, my tongue coming out of my mouth to lick his pit clean.

“Fuck we have to fuck him, i can’t wait anymore!” One of them says, I can feel that guy sneak another finger into my hole, finger blasting me, god I was getting close, i could feel my balls pulling in tight.

“First dibs on his ass, I’m already fingering it!”

“Fine but I get this mouth since numbskull here already got a tongue down!” My ass immediately loses the fingers, my head is pulled off of the adonis and my body is put on all fours in a matter of seconds. Its disorienting but I don’t worry because I see three cocks hanging above me, the dumb jocks on either end of me, getting ready to thrust in at the same time as the adonis slowly strokes his cock, watching me with a cocky smirk as I wait, eyes glazed over and tongue out on all fours like a good boy. 

When i feel them thrust into me, my vision goes pure white, each man sinking all the way down till their groins meet my ass and face. Their pubes pressing against me, my body recoiling from the force. Pleasure spiking across my body as i cum load after lad and I feel this wave, this unstoppable wave release out of me. All the men in the room enter this frenzy till the only thing I can remember is cock and cum.

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[jerkingnerds2jock]

Getting Bred Pt 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Painted Pink

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Ryan was the worst, always bullying anyone different to him. He found nothing more entertaining than making people feel like outcasts. His favourite target was Mikey, a shy, but overall pretty average guy- the kicker for Ryan however, Mikey had two dads.

Ryan had never been afraid to voice just how disgusting he found gay people, but on one particular night he took it a step further by gathering up all of Ryan’s  most bigoted friends and spray painted every inch of Mikey’s house with slurs and the most vile hateful messages.

It was late, and dark and Ryan’s point had been made, he split from his friends and ran home, avoiding any main streets incase anyone had spotted what he had done. The stench of spray paint followed him the whole way home. Too tired to do anything else, he decided to quickly strip off to his underwear and crash for the night.

Waking up the next morning, he was immediately hit with an overwhelming mix of BO, and that same familiar smell of spray paint.

“Could probably use a shower, I still reek from last night’s fun” Ryan said scratching his lightly hair dusted pits.

Walking into the bathroom Ryan was shocked to see his hair had turned an almost fluorescent pink.

“What the FUCK is this gay shit?! i look gay as fuck” Ryan began tugging at and rubbing the strands between his fingers.

“…Spraypaint? How did this happen?” 

*Ding* Just then Ryan received a message from an unknown number. It read “Hey Uncle Ryan ◡̈ can’t wait to have you over for dinner tonight, Dad says to make your famous chilli. Love you, Mikey”

“Mikey…? What is that homo talking abou-“ Before Ryan could finish his sentence he was met with a sharp pain in his abdomen, followed by loud gurgling coming from his stomach as well as THE most intense itch Ryan had ever felt travelling all over his nearly-bare body. 

Unable to do anything but fumble around, completely overwhelmed by these foreign sensations Ryan eventually managed to grip onto the sink for dear life. Ryan couldn’t do anything but watch as he watched his thin hands crack and widen, gaining callous after callous. His arms nearly tripling in circumference with a mix of both fat and muscle, as his shoulders begin to widen and neck thicken. The itching stopped just long enough for Ryan to take in just how rediculous he looked, before raring back up again.

Another gurgle, even louder than the first roared from his stomach, it sounded almost prehistoric. Ryan instinctively smacked his hand to his stomach, his hand met with pudge rather than his familiar skinny abs. 

“Please….. st-stop!” He begged.

He felt as his stomach began to push out further and further with every involuntary guttural noise that came from Ryan’s body, an overhang beginning to form over his underwear. This was becoming harder for Ryan to observe as his pecs began to balloon, his nipples stretching to accommodate their new size.

Ryan was so focused on the top half of his transformation he completely forgot about his lower half, he managed to compose himself for long enough- able to walk himself out far enough for the mirror to show off his new meaty thighs and bubble butt. His feet massive and veiny, with curled up toes that look like they’ve spent too long crammed inside of steel-capped shoes.

Once again, the sensations paused momentarily, so distracted by his new bulked up body he forgot all about the intense smell he was giving off. It had filled up the bathroom and he had no choice but to breath it in, his mind going hazy with each breath, losing a little bit of who he was each time he did.

Ryan quickly snapped a selfie. 

“This is gonna go off on Grindr…. Wait what the fuck is Grindr?”

“Gotta stay focused… Don’t lose focus” Ryan put his hand to his face, and felt a forest of stubble grow in across his face.

The itching came back with a vengence- Ryan couldn’t help but keel over.

A dense and wiry bush of hairs begins to sprout up across the back of his hands and climb up his arms, as his chest hair began to spiral its way around his pecs forming a thick mound of hair snaking down his abdomen, around his crotch and down his wide legs, leaving tufts of fur on his manly feet.

“Gotta.. gotta stay focused.”

“My name is Ryan. I am 19. I live with my parents. I do not have pink hair. I hate fags.”

“Stay f-focused”

“My name is Ryan. I am 38… I mean 19. I live with my… parents. I have pink hair. I hate fags”

“St..ay focused” "My name is *coughs* My name is Ryan. I am 38. I live… I live to pump iron. I love my massive pecs. I love to pig out after workouts. I love my pink hair-it lets all the gym twinks know I’m game. I love my Nephew, I love Mikey."

"Wait! Mikey!" Ryan boomed

“Shit, I gotta get on that chilli. My little bro would kill me if I showed up to dinner empty handed” The muscle bear exclaimed to himself before giving himself one last sniff, lifting up his massive arms to reveal his dark sweaty pits. “Oof. I reek, maybe a quick shower wouldn’t hurt”

[misctf]

Being the youngest cop on the force kind of sucks sometimes.

Sure, I get all the boring paperwork, all the terrible shifts, and somehow every job nobody else wants. But this time it landed me a pretty unusual opportunity.

For the past few months, there’ve been reports of suspicious activity surrounding a fraternity on campus. A few disappearances. Rumors about a new designer drug making its way through the student population. Nothing concrete, but enough to get my lieutenant interested.

So naturally, someone in the department watched way too many undercover cop movies and decided the best solution was to send me in.

Apparently I still look young enough to pass for a college student.

Lucky me.

I’ve been undercover for almost three weeks now, and honestly? I’m starting to think my lieutenant got it completely wrong.

These guys don’t seem like criminals.

They’re loud. They’re immature. They’re obsessed with parties, the gym, and finding excuses to put their hands on literally anyone willing to tolerate them for more than five seconds.

Meanwhile I’m over here trying to remember I’m a police officer and not lose sight of why I came.

But being reckless, horny, and terminally allergic to responsibility doesn’t automatically make someone a criminal.

So far I’ve found nothing.

No drugs.

No trafficking.

No evidence connecting them to any disappearances.

Nothing.

I’m about ready to file my report and tell my lieutenant this whole thing was a waste of department resources.

Still…

Tomorrow night the fraternity is throwing one of their biggest parties of the semester.

Before I close the book on this investigation, I’m going to take one last look around the house while everyone is distracted.

Just to be thorough.

Just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

After all, it would be pretty embarrassing to tell my lieutenant he was wrong…

…and then discover he was right.

I remember the day I joined the force. Dad was a cop. My older brothers were cops. But earning that badge mattered more. Academy, field training, endless exams... it took years. So when I finally pinned that shield to my chest, I thought people would finally see me as an officer. Instead I got:

"Damn, kid, just get outta middle school?"

"You ever think about growin' a beard? If you can..."

"You're twenty-seven? No way."

It never stopped. But it did come in handy for my assignment. Lieutenant James had slid a stack of files across his desk.

"Missing persons. Every one of 'em has ties to the same fraternity." Dr. Richard Peters. Christopher Saint. Paul Monroe. Different backgrounds, same house, then they vanished. "We think there's a new designer drug involved," the lieutenant said. "Brothers keep talking about being addicted, needing more, not being able to leave."

"So you want me undercover."

"You still pass for a student. Don't disappoint me."

So Officer Andrew Miller disappeared. Tyler took his place. Tyler was twenty-one, undeclared, and incapable of owning sleeves. I'd spent department time learning beer pong and fantasy football. The lieutenant's advice was simple: act young, act dumb, make friends.

Luke made the last two surprisingly easy. That first night he walked over, threw an arm around my shoulders, handed me a beer, and twenty minutes later had me doing a keg stand while everyone screamed my fake name. And you know what? I had fun. Luke wasn't secretive. Gym, food runs, parties... if I skipped an event to organize notes, he'd text asking where I'd gone. He never asked me to prove myself. He just included me.

"You'll get it," Richie told me while lifting. "Luke figures out what you need."

"What'd he figure out for you?"

"Needed to stop givin' so many fucks."

Everyone said the same. Luke gave them confidence, stopped their worrying, made them happy. Nobody knew how. And somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending every conversation was just work. One late night outside, he stared into the backyard. "Everybody wants something from me."

"That's depressing."

"I'm serious. They come here wantin' a better body, more friends, less stress."

"And you fix it?"

"Sometimes." He grew quite, "What about you? What do you want?"

"Nothin'," I lied. "Just wanted to see what you guys are about."

Luke studied me, smiling. "That's it?"

"That's it."

I didn't know it then, but that answer meant everything to him. For two weeks Luke trusted me more than anyone. By the end of the third week, he had me pledge. But by that time, I'd decided the investigation had gone nowhere. Friday night's party would be my last look before filing my report.

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Pushing open the front door, I realized I'd actually miss the place. Mostly Luke. But instead of the warm greeting from the guys like I was expecting, I got cold indifference.

"Luke wants you upstairs," Chris said, avoiding my eye.

"Everything okay?"

"Go ask him."

I climbed the stairs and pushed open Luke's door, where I found him sprawled shirtless across the leather couch, backward cap over his dark hair, staring at me with hurt eyes.

"Everything good?"

Luke sat up. "Close the door, bro."

"Luke..."

"Close it all the way." He stopped, "Officer Miller."

My hand was on the doorknob, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Luke laughed bitterly, standing up. "A fucking cop? Bro, I did a keg stand with you! You held my ankles! Two weeks ago I puked behind a Wendy's and you rubbed my back!"

"Luke, listen..."

"I bought you a Baconator!" He buried his head in his hands. "Fuck, bro! What the fuck?!"

"People are missing..."

"No one's fucking missing."

"Where..."

"You can't fuckin' mess with people like this."

I stepped toward him. "I want you to stop screwing around and take me seriously."

"Why the fuck would I?"

The question hit the exact wrong nerve. "Because nobody fucking does!" Years of swallowed frustration spilled out. "I'm sick of having to prove myself! I'm a police officer. Quit talking to me like I'm fifteen and take me seriously!"

Luke went completely still, then flashed a shit-eating grin. "Oh, bro."

"What?"

"You shouldn't have said that."

"Why?"

"You wanted something from me." He shook his head, "All my pledges get what they want."

The itch started beneath my jaw. I scratched, but my fingertips dragged across something coarse.

"Aw, fuck, bro. Here we go."

"Wait... what is...?"

Twenty-seven years old and I'd never grown real stubble. Now my fingertips scraped over coarse hair rapidly peppering my jawline.

"What the fuck did you do?"

Luke came toward me. "Dude, you did this."

My jaw cramped. Pressure spread through the bone until my teeth ached, my chin becoming heavier as the lower half of my face broadened.

"Stop it."

"You wanted people to quit looking at you like you're twelve, right?" He scraped his knuckles through the new growth along my jaw. "Heard you loud and clear, bro."

Then my chest began to hurt. The ache was deep inside both pecs, building like post-lift soreness. I pressed my palms against myself and felt the muscles swell outward, packing with new mass while my shirt tightened. My shoulders burned as they broadened, pulling the fabric taut, and both sleeves cinched around my biceps as the muscles expanded.

Luke whistled. "Damn, Ty."

"That's not my... don't call me that."

"Oh, I'm definitely calling you that." He slammed both hands against my chest, pushing into muscles that hadn't been there a minute ago. "Bro, these are getting fucking huge."

He hooked both hands into the front of my shirt and yanked. The fabric tore with a sharp rip along the shoulders. He peeled the ruined shirt away, staring at the body underneath.

"Those look like they belong to a dude people take seriously."

"Fuck... fuck you..." I groaned and winced as my biceps cramped.

I grabbed my right arm, feeling it swell, steadily thickening until my fingers couldn't reach around it. Luke wrapped his hand around the other, squeezed, and laughed.

"Jesus Christ, bro."

"Stop fucking enjoying this!"

"Why? I'm finally getting something I want too." He looked directly into my eyes. "Everybody comes to me wanting shit, Andrew. Maybe finally it's my turn, bro." He took a step closer, pressing up against me, "I want you. I want Tyler."

An intense itch erupted across my bare chest. Coarse hair pushed through my skin beneath my fingertips, thickening between my pecs before spreading outward and trailing down my stomach.

"Chest hair?"

Luke stared openly. "Damn." His hand dragged slowly across my chest, flattening the new hair before finding the swollen muscle beneath, squeezing one pec appreciatively. "Never had that before either, huh?"

"Nnn... no."

"Looks good on you, bro."

I hated the little rush that went through me. "Shut up."

"Twenty-six."

"What?"

"Twenty-six."

"I'm twenty-seven."

"Twenty-five now."

"Bullshit." I reached for my phone, but I wasn't used to my thicker fingers. The phone dropped and I got a glimpse of the dark hair now spreading over my thickened forearms, "I... Fuck I need... back-up..." the Lieuteniants's extension was... I knew it. Of course I knew it.

"Tyler."

"No... I'm... Andrew."

"Sure you are, dude."

Another wave of pressure rolled through my chest, and I groaned as my pecs swelled heavier beneath Luke's hands.

"You're doing good, Ty," he said, rubbing his thumbs through the hair covering them. "Looking real good too."

"You really think so?" The question escaped before I could stop it. Luke smiled, sending a warm flush through me. "You're messing with my head."

"Gift's doing that."

"Then make it fucking stop, bro." I froze. I heard the word echoing in my own head. "Why'd I call you bro?"

"'Cause that's how Tyler talks."

"I'm not Tyler."

"Twenty-four."

"Fuck you."

"Twenty-three."

I tried to concentrate on the investigation, but Luke kept rubbing my chest, talking to me while my thoughts blurred.

"Same shit happened to Richie," Luke said with a smug grin. "Professor dude wanted to quit stressin'. CJ wanted friends. PJ wanted med school apps to stop kickin' his ass. My gift fixes shit, bro. Gives people what they want. All they gotta do is ask." He shrugged, "Don't ask me why everybody ends up like… this." He chuckled at my confusion, "Like one of my new frat bros, bro. Really works out pretty fuckin' great for me, though."

Richie. Dr. Richard Peters. The realization hit. I'd spent three weeks lifting beside one of the missing men.

"You did this to all of them?"

"They asked for something. So did you."

"I asked you to take me seriously!"

"And I'm gonna."

His hand settled against the center of my chest, and the panic faded. Luke had been my suspect, but underneath those facts were three weeks of workouts, parties, jokes, and nights talking shoulder-to-shoulder. I knew the smell of him. I knew how his hand felt gripping my shoulder.

"Relax, Ty."

"Can't."

"Sure you can." He grinned, "Let me help ya, bro."

His mouth was suddenly against mine. My hands grabbed his dense shoulders to push him away, but instead settled on them as I kissed him back. His hands moved over my swollen arms, squeezing my biceps before sliding across my chest. Every approving touch felt... so fuckin' good. I begrudgingly tore myself away, breathing hard.

"What the fuck did I just do?"

"You kissed me."

"I know what I fucking did!"

"Didn't seem like you hated it."

"I don't..."

Luke kissed me again, and my resistance lasted seconds. My thickened arms wrapped around him while his hands explored my chest, fingers kneading through the hair before sliding up to feel my stubble.

"Twenty-two," he murmured when we separated briefly.

Our mouths locked together in a sloppy, desperate kiss, moaning into each other. Luke's palms slid down over my waist, cupping my hips, dropping beneath the waistband of my pants to grip my growing ass. He squeezed hard, kneading into the thick, muscle-packed curves.

"Bro... fuck..." I was breathing hard. Why was twenty-two bad? Something about twenty-seven. Some guy who... no. Me. Right?

"You're fuckin' gorgeous, Ty."

"You mean it, bro?" I mumbled, voice thick and desperate.

"Course I do."

So I kissed him again. His skin smelled like cedarwood and sweat, and instead of wanting space, I pulled him closer. Everything about him was addictive... the warmth of his body, the scratch of his skin, the sound of his breathing, the way his hands roamed across my hairy chest.

"Twenty-one."

Something clicked into place and Luke laughed when I pulled him against me, burying my face in his neck. I wanted him close, so fuckin' close. To feel him, smell him, worship him.

"Love you, bro," I mumbled against his skin, kissing his jaw.

"Love you too, Ty," Luke whispered, his hands sliding down to grip my heavy ass cheeks again.

The friction of our heavy bulges pressing hard against each other through layers of fabric made a low, strangled whine tear out of my throat. My hips bucked forward instinctively, grinding our groins together, and I felt his thick, rigid cock, swollen and desperate against my own throbbing, leaking length.

"Fuck… Ty, you're driving me insane," Luke gasped, a ragged, breathless moan tearing from his chest.

"Let me take care of it, bro," I murmured, a half-dazed grin spreading across my face.

Luke’s breath hitched sharply in sudden surprise as I shoved his jeans and boxers down in one fierce motion. His heavy, already-leaking cock sprang free, hot and throbbing in the dim light. Without a second thought, I dropped heavily to my knees between his thighs, my gaze locking up onto his flushed, half-delirious face.

"Ty…" he breathed out, voice cracking as my mouth closed over him.

That was when the door opened.

Richie stopped in the doorway. "Damn, Ty..."

Fuckin' Richie... Always getting in the fuckin' way, "Bruh, get the fuck out."

"Dude..." Richie grinned, "That's a rough fuckin' 21."

"Fuck you!" I laughed, scrambling to my feet, "What's the supposed to mean?"

I ran calloused hand through the thick, dark mat of chest hair sweeping across my broad pecs. People always acted so surprised by how much hair I had. Not my fault I hit puberty at like 8. Bunch of dumbasses. Besides, as long as Luke liked it, didn't really matter.

"Can't you see we're fuckin' busy, bro?" My swollen cock ached inside my jeans. I pointed a thick finger at the door, "Get the fuck out, man!"

"Hey, take it easy, big guy. Just came to see if you were ready to head back downstairs. The keg's overflowing, and half the house is asking where their favorite pledge went."

"Get lost, Richie," Luke muttered, his breathless rasp sending a fresh jolt of horniness straight to my groin.

"Alright, alright, I'm going," Richie chuckled, closing the door.

Once it shut, my gaze locked onto Luke as he fell back onto the mattress, his heavy, leaking cock completely exposed and begging for attention.

"Where were we, bro?" I murmured, laying atop him, pressing a hot, greedy kiss to his lips before trailing my mouth eagerly down his throat, sliding lower over his chest and stomach until my lips wrapped firmly around his thick, leaking cock.

[jerkingnerds2jock]

Getting Bred pt 1

This was a nightmare DREAM COME TRUE!!! No no no no no it's a nightmare, My name is Tim Davis and I lived with my average straight skater dude roommate Michael. It was all normal, all fine yesterday, we gamed a little, his girlfriend came over for Christ's sake, then we went to bed, separately, in our own rooms. But now, as I’m waking up, my body lying oddly, face planted into the pillow, ass up in the air in nothing but a tight jockstrap I hadn't worn in weeks. I don’t remember putting it on, I don’t remember laying like this but everything is so foggy, so fuzzy, I feel so empty. My ass wiggling in the air, uncontrollably, I hear muttering a dull, almost stoned like voice begging something, someone to stop. No, it’s also saying BREED? Saying FUCK… Must FUCK… I turn my head to look and I see in the open doorway, my roommate, fully naked, small cock dripping with pre standing, one hand on his head the other gripping the door frame with all his strength. His breathing is heavy, his legs are shaking and the one eye I can see is wide eyed and blood shot. “Tim… Tim… please, please help me… fuck tim I need! No get out tim.. Please!” His voice is deeper than I remember. I try and raise myself up, turn around, or something anything but I end up sticking my ass up higher somehow, my hands moving back to spread my hairless cheeks, exposing my aching empty hole. I want to tell him I’m trying to get up, I want to ask him what's happening but instead a different, whinier, hornier voice spoke for me! “Fuckkk daddy… I’m sooo empty… I'm sooo needy… please… Please breed me!” My words are so breathy, light moans and a thicker lisp then I had ever had, what was going on. This entire show, my ass, my moans are enough to push Michael over the edge, the thing possessing us taking full root. His hand, holding him back from the door frame, throws itself onto his head, his back arching as something pulses through him. His body shaking as muscle pours onto his frame his, shoulders broadening rapidly, his chest, this once narrow flat as an ironing board chest inflates cartoonishly till pillowy pecs with a pelt of hair forms. His arms become thick boulders… no mountains, his pits fill with thick hair and musk that makes my already fuzzy brain scream. Michael never had abs but this guy… MIKEY he had a full eight pack, it made his torso look like a Dorito, his legs though quickly followed suit as they gained their footing, his ass which was almost concave before became a perfect, round bubble butt, his thighs were now fat with the perfect mix of muscle for powerful lifting and thrusting and his calves were carved like diamonds with feet that would absolutely crush my neck or head with full force. . I wanted to panic, this wasn't him, this wasn’t us but my body only got more excited as I saw his once pitiful three inch cock grow into a flared, curved twelve inch monster with full, heavy cum filled balls waiting to be drained by my empty throat and ass. When the fighting, the protesting was over, his hands left his face, no longer sharp, slim and somewhat androgenous. It was now that of a beast… no a bull, his jaw no longer pointed, now a perfect chiseled lantern jaw, his lips plump, parted only made his now empty hungry eyes look dumber with the wider nosed and thicker eyebrows. His longer, dirty blonde hair was shaved at the sides and darkened to black. He slowly stepped forward, repeating FUCK, BREED, FUCK as he got close to the bed, pulling me by the waist till his hot, thick cock was hotdogged between my cheeks. “Now Beg for Daddy’s Cock Fag!”

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ARAB HIMBO VIRUS (part 1)

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Milo needed a pick me up. My gay best friend, my roommate, the guy I had known since eighth grade had just gone through a terrible breakup and needed to not think right now. Now I need to preface this: while he was my gay best friend I didn’t know shit about the gay world, it was an entirely different ecosystem, a different universe to what I understood. Hell the first time Milo showed me grindr and I saw that you could see how far away dudes were by feet I was out. They were crazy freaky like that. But I didn’t play about my boy Milo and that jackass Marcus broke his heart deserved to get his ass whoop. But I was told to play nice so this was the next best thing.

Help my gay best friend get some dick and make Marcus jealous. Now Milo would never tell me he was a bottom but just by looking at him that he was the one who took dick. Whether it was the well manicured hands, the flawless skin and always done hair. Or if it was his slim build, thick ass and tiny waist, all of him screamed “ I need dick “ and with those plump lips he was gonna get some tonight at the club. I had googled the closest gay bar on campus and found that we had more than a few so I just found the highest starred one hoping that he would have a good time. I didn’t know if had drag shows, or gogoboys or even what it looked like!

It took us way longer to get ready though because Milo was in a mood, changing out of every outfit, too self conscious and in his own head. When he finally settled for a mesh top and booty shorts (that he had originally picked out) we were finally out the door. He had tried to run back in to change but I made sure he didn't. He looked great. He looked fuckable, if he was a chick I’d tap that.

“Jason , like I said, you don’t have to do this? I know it's not really your scene!" Milo was being so sweet as we ubered our way there. I felt bad for the little guy, trying to make me feel good even though this was supposed to be his night! He always put others first, always, so i wanted to try and do this for him. He was like one of the most important people in my life, he deserved the same equal treatment he gave.

“Oh Come on milo, I’m here to be your wing man and get you some. Don’t worry about me, worry about whose dick you're going to be bouncing on!” I give him a quick shoulder punch and smile. He makes this aghast face, the same one he always makes when I rightfully accuse him of being a bottom. I mean I could totally see him literally bouncing up and down on a guy.

“These bottom allegations are getting fucking old dude. Just cause I’m femme doesn’t mean I'm only a bottom!” He says, quietly probably because he doesn't like the fact another person can hear us.

“ONLY, so you do bottom, so glad we finally admitted that, even if it's only partial.” I had to be a dick, it made him smile and laugh. I remember when we had come out to me, it was one of the few times he had been so serious and scared. It was so unlike him, but he was nervous and scared it would change things, that I would hate him or seem him different, as lesser. But Milo wasn’t lesser than me, no, far from it. Of course I had to ask if he had a crush on me, I couldn’t resist but Milo stated firmly that no, never me, we were always going to be friends in his mind. It hurt my ego but it was very sweet and made me love that dweeb all the more for it. How could I not when he got all sappy like that.

It's why when I got into the bar, all those eyes turned to look at me because let's face it I was hot. The perfect all american jock at 6’2 with clear skin. I wasn’t some muscle beast but I kept myself in shape, never missing arm day, babes always loved and commented on them and even Milo would every once in a while. The rest of me was perfectly proportional to make sure I was balanced out. I had the face, perfect nose, thick lips and maintained eyebrows, I did my hair like tiktok suggested, wore nice fitting clothes that hugged my body and ABSOLUTELY SHOWED OFF THE STAR OF THE SHOW. Which of course was my raging six inches of pure pleasure. I loved getting to rail some blonde bimbo when I had the apartment to myself, sure do I wish I was less considerate of my roommate. Sometimes it gets me laid more often but he also lived there.

All of this to say that I was definitely the belle of the ball here, most of the guys tracking my every move as we made our way, some of them catching the vibe immediately that I was straight, and half of them weren’t even deterred. I would be drinking for free tonight that was sure, and hopefully because a lot of eyes were on me, more eyes would be on Milo as he stuck nearby me, he at first was saying it was just to make sure I was comfortable but I could tell that my bottom of a best friend was really nervous to.

“Listen, if you're not careful, all that primo dick is going to think we're together and then you aren’t going to get ANY, is that really what you want?”.  It was a genuine question with a dose of my disarming humor, I was down to just hang out but Milo had to get out there if he wanted any shot of getting over his ex. He was a hot twinky bottom or whatever he was called. His tight thin body, short stature, smooth skin and an ass to die for. If he had long hair and tits he would be perfect for me to fuck the shit out of. It had crossed my mind super crossfaded one time but I was too straight for that.

I could see him squirm a little, maybe it was hitting a different type of nerve. Maybe I have pushed him too quickly to go out and do something. But I see him shake his head back and forth like he is snapping himself out of it and he lets out a big brave sigh and chirpy smile looking up at me. That positivity that was somewhat forced but still so fucking radiant, you couldn’t help but admire it.

“I get what you're saying, you try and find a “SAFE SPACE” in here, I think I see a few other bros walking around. Maybe you guys can go on pussy patrol if I end up snagging some ass!” He pointedly says ass making sure he ASSERTS he could top tonight, his hand pointing out some jacked dudes entering the bar. All the men tan, shirtless with giant muscles showcased and on display for everyone to stare and gawk at. Sweaty, musky i could see the twinks and other gays turning their noses, face scrunching up as they got near em, before they shook it off, their expressions changing back. Or maybe they looked super giggly. I couldn't exactly tell I didn't know gay boy baselines, their tongues lulled out, their posture shifted almost like they were leaning closer to the smell. Some of them looked like dogs and puppies after, hungry animals waiting for their masters… that was an odd thought. Too bad none of them would be scoring anything by the looks of those men.

The idea of straight guys having a safe space in a gay bar or club made me laugh, so when Milo walked away I thought sure why not try and shoot the shit with these guys. Didn’t matter the background, a bro is a bro, and if they went to the gym like these guys did they were definitely going to be bros. They might be gay and maybe I could bring them back for Milo, I knew he had a thing for middle eastern men and they could definitely put that ass to work. God I was getting too involved in this shit I needed to get pussy as soon as possible and maybe these guys were an answer for me too. Hell even if they weren’t I could always use more guy friends.

I approached them slowly, I took note of their gait, their posture. When they walked it was this wide legged swagger walk, like their bulge pushed their legs farther apart standing up. It was cocky, arrogant like they owned the place. They were standing perfectly upright, straight with no hint of slouching. Their eyes scanned the area as they slowly, “subtly” flexed, drawing people in. Now that I was closer I could smell them, even from fifteen feet away it was strong. MASCULINE, overpowering musk wafting in the air going right into my nose. It made my brain feel foggy, my movements felt more sluggish. It made me take a deeper whiff as I felt the pull and tug to get more. They had stopped at some point, standing with drinks. Some glazed eye twink got them before literally bowing his head like they owned him or something. Their eyes landed on me and it was like they were staring directly into my soul.

They said something to that twink, I couldn’t understand them, they were speaking some other language from english but I could tell by how they said it, it was derogatory. Hell the older brother i think even spit as he said something to the twink. The twin actually bent all the way down to the floor to lick it up. Fuck i knew this was a gay club, but getting this freaky in public was crazy especially for someone who probably just called you a slur. I should speak up, should say something…. BECAUSE I ADMIRED THEM?! What no i don’t, I mean they were big. 

I had never seen men so huge, their muscles all glistening under the light, that coupled with the smell that I couldn’t help but follow, it made me dazed, confused. I couldn’t stop myself from getting right in front of them, not to engage, not to say something to tell them to respect these people and their space, my head immediately scanning between the shirtless masculine gods, mouth watering in a  way it never did before. They seemed to a quick scan of me, an up and down taking in my entire form, while I wore more clothes I was still fit enough to maybe compete with them - How can you compete with perfection- who the fuck, why am I calling a man perfect -just take another whiff- fuck that was a good idea.

There was this voice in my head, it sounded like mine, but more sleepy, lustful and deeper. Almost commanding if it wasn’t so calm, it disarmed me, made good points. I took a deep whiff, my shoulders relaxing, vision blurring for a second before the men spoke. Their voices are so clear, easily louder than the nonsensical gay music playing. Don’t listen to that dribble, thats for lesser men, for fa- What the fuck were these thoughts. 

Its like the closer I got to them, the more I breathed in their musk the harder it was to think. My nose, my skin, it was all burning. My face even felt sweaty, like I was catching some sort of sickness, some virus by being exposed to them. God what was happening to me?

“It seems we have another convert! Brother, is it your turn or mine?” The taller one, with the bushier beard asks turning to his brother? I mean they looked alike, I wasn't one to just assume anything but they seemed more related then bros. Their faces were almost mirrors of each other, it honestly WAS SO HOT? Think of how masculine their faces were, the way their perfect jawlines and strong noses were framed by facial hair. Their deep, dark brown eyes just pulled you in close. I saw his Brother who called him Ahmed just smiled. A smile that could send anyone into a daze from how perfect it was… THEY WERE PERFECT.

“You got the fags at the door, my turn with the man Ahmed!” His eyes pull me in close, his arms go over his head and this strong, desecrated decadent musk blasted from his pits as his biceps flexed over his head. It was like a gym AND locker rooms were distilled into one man then that man had raunchy sex for hours. My eyes watered as my nose took a DEEP inhale. My feet directly in front of him now were unable to stop myself as he used one hand to pull my face right into his pit. My eyes no longer blurry, or glazed. A brief moment of clarity, much too late as the shock doesn’t stop the effect. This deep heady scent chokes me out, taking over my airwaves and brain as my eyes clothes. The last real thoughts I had. My own real thoughts are what the fuck is this gay shit, i should beat their asse-

His hands in my hair felt nice. The way that my long… long? Was my hair long? Nah i always got a fade yeah, the way his strong hand felt going through my fresh cut felt amazing. My deep black hair felt amazing especially as he got a tighter grip. My nose fully smooshed into his pit, as my hands immediately went to feeling up his perfect, sweaty body, his trim waist that led up to perfect pillowy pectorals was wonderful to grab onto. I felt my mouth fall open, my tongue lulling out against my will, my thoughts too disoriented to control any part of my body. I began lapping away at his armpit, my hands moving up his cobblestoned abs as my own body began grinding into him. Wanting to be as close as physically possible, it was the only way I was going to feel better.

“Good start Adheem, his hair is already up to standard, but he is much too pale!” Ahmed groans, his hand moving across my body. This flush heat fills me up, this deep, pulsing pleasure arching through me. That heat that started all of this even more present, a virus taking over my body, rapidly changing me into one of them. My skin, this pale white starts to deepen, till it's no longer sun kissed, but bronzed. I feel my lips plumping as I start to make out with this man's dense, bushy, delicious pit, my nose widening as I take deeper inhales. My eyes, once green start to darken, the glazed look getting stronger as my cheek bones rise. My eyebrows get bushier as my face, my new, handsome, strong, masculine face is covered with a thick layer of sweat, permanently marking me with this incredible musk. Seeping deep into my pores, never letting me go.

“Brother, he’s almost big enough already, should we indulge?” Their voices ringing, I feel Ahmed move my face from his brothers right pit to the left, worshipping, and licking this one clean. I could hear satisfied grains. The feeling of pin pricks across my face as facial hair grew till I had a perfectly groomed beard. It would tickle any sluts' skin as I took them for myself. My tongue lapping more at my brothers… brother?! My brothers pit at the thought of driving some whore crazy with just my tongue.

“Why yes, yes indulge, it's our night out! It’ll just take more of his mind!” I took a deeper whiff, my mind pulsing, on fire, eyes glazing further as I felt everything in my body start to snap, and crack. My bones become longer, more dense, nerve endings more sensitive, electric. My spine elongates as my height grows, my head and neck leaning further down to stay underneath my new brother's arm. Memories, a whole life that I once lived was flowing down from my brains and into my balls. As images of the new me, the me my new bros, my brothers, were creating started to take its place. No more education, just lifting, partying,. Fucking and spreading a gospel and hierarchy that I would enforce everywhere I went. One slut and fag at a time… fagg… I don't say that. My best friend, my roommate was.. A FAG! 

Memories of college, of my desires, the girls I had dated, my gay best friend miles caught in the fire and were turning into ash. My back and shoulders broadened as my chest heaved forward. Two mountainous pecs appearing like slabs of muscle, my abs become more defined, popping up till I have an eight pack. My shirt rips apart as my biceps finally bring them to the edge, bulging biceps with veins that could easily be small snakes. My back was incredibly defined, arching as my ass grew to perfect globes, as ass that you could bounce quarters off of. An ass that No fag would ever touch if he knew what was good for him…. Fuck what am I thinking. I was thinking the truth for once brother.

I could hear my new family, my band of brothers speaking above me but they were muffled. My hands feeling up their muscles as I fully just gave in… I had to give.. Give nothing, there were still things to fight for. To believe in I could… I could PULSE.

 Pushing the denim of my pants to their limit, my member, something no woman had ever complained about got hard. Harder than it ever did, leaking precum as it started to grow, snaking down my pant leg as it went from a solid six inches… Fuck a big pair of bouncing boobs… seven inches… fake dsls choking on it… eight inches… fuck a fag on his knees worshipping it… fuck not… nine inches…. Not gay… wouldnt call … fuck milo belongs down there… ten inches….. Fucking fag pretending…. Pretending to be a man… be a person… just a fucking… eleven inches… a fucking hole for real men to use… God Brain on fire.. Can’t give in…. Fuck so close… Milo on knees.. Serving real.. 12 Inches of man meat pulsing in briefs that are clinging onto me by threads…. SERVING REAL ARAB MEN…13 INCHES ready to breed and cunt bitches lesser than me.

As I came up for air from my brother's pits, his musk, my musk mingling in the air I knew my purpose, the purpose I had been given and would fulfill. A need to assert the hierarchy and put the men in this bar, in this city in their place beneath me and my brothers. My slick with sweat skin glistened in the club's light, my hormones raging in my body and my mind muddled with an endless urge to dominate, consume and breed. My past, the pathetic life I had lived before brewing in my balls waiting for me to expel it in the first bitch I’d make tonight, and I knew exactly who.

“Welcome Brother Nassim!” Ahmed pats me on the back stating my new name, his sturdy hand making a thud against the wall of muscle I had become, a big, shit eating grin crossing his face as I don’t even show a sign of being phased. His strength possibly paled to mine with the conditioning they’d done. I took note of the fags, the bois they had collected around them, different degenerates instages of submission, clothes disheveled or tighter on them, their body’s becoming physically more fit but also compact, shorter then us. They were lesser men, their stature should fit that, lean and small. My new name fit me just right and so would everything else.

“Yes Nassim, I'm sure you already have a target in mind, someone you wish to serve you?” My other brother said. He wasn’t wrong my thoughts drifted to my faggot, the one I had brought with me to this sin pit. The one who I had cared for deeply. That care was still there, twisted, no not twisted, fixed. Instead of viewing him under some false pretense and letting him believe he was something he was not. I would show him the way, it was my right and it should be me and not some other alpha, I wouldn't allow it no matter how much I cared for my brethren. Milo was MINE to claim.

“Yes brothers I’ll find you after I’ve claimed my prize!” Milo wasn’t a person to me anymore, his body, his holes, they were objects to use for my pleasure and I would make them so. There would be no doubt in his empty little head when I was done with him about what his purpose was. Flashes of him claiming to be a top, him insisting that he wasn’t just a bottom flash through my head, all of it irritating me. All of it fueling my steps, each one a loud stomp on the club floors, my musk, wafting from my own hairy, sweaty pits attracting onlookers. Men of various shapes… no not men, fags all staring at me before their eyes grow glossy, minds more malleable, waiting to be tamed. They’d get their turn, just not yet. Not till Milo.

It took me a second to find him, he was on the other end of the club, at a smaller bar, talking to some tall muscular white BOI. A pathetic excuse of muscles, wasted on someone who would never be able to use it the way it was intended. I decided to raise both my arms up, both fags almost immediate, sniff the air. Their heads shaking as eyes start to glaze. Milo, smart, especially for a faggot looks around for the source, i can tell from his face, the lack of a slacked jaw that he thinks something is wrong. I can’t help but smirk. Our eyes meet, a part of him thinks he recognizes me, but dismisses it, he has never met this form. But after tonight he wouldn’t remember a life without it.

“MOVE” I tell the obstacle, I can see his eyes glaze further, his face trying to press against the hot, sweaty, musky skin of my pecs. To feel the hairs on his face as he takes deep long whiffs of my musk. But my commandment is law and he moves across the room. Milo looks at me, both in horror and awe. My deep gruff voice stirring something within him that I can’t help but chuckle at. His pants, those booty shorts he wore to get attention, obviously only my attention, which were pathetic, bright and too tight show exactly what effect I have on him. His pathetic… why isn’t it smaller, it was like seven fucking inches, that bottom had a bigger dick then i did originally? THIS HAD TO CHANGE!

“Who are … what… what is happening?!” He asks as I get right in front of him, invading whatever pathetic personal space he has. I can see his beautiful brown eyes looking up into mine. So submissive and slutty already. I can’t wait to make them glaze over and roll into the back of his head. Make him into a dumb mindless slut, an object, a toy to play and fuck and use.

“Its me baby, can’t you see NASSIM!” the word rings out of my mouth, my voice light as I move my hands over him, before they settle on the small of his back. His tight, lean body is perfect to hold. Calling him baby makes him blush, he’s moving in closer, his breath on my chest. It was heavy, desperate, he looked so confused, pathetic, cute.

“Nassim… i dont… i don’t know a Nassim? Who… who are you?” His hands found their way to my shoulders, slowly, sweetly massaging them. My hands went down to his ass, his tight short shorts left nothing to the imagination as I grasped them. Fingers digging into the fabric and supple flesh, my sweaty fingers sinking into him. He lets out a soft moan as I pull him closer, smearing his face, his open mouth against my pecs. My musk seeping deeper into his pores, he can’t help but moan against me.

“But Habibi, of course you do, you live with me!” The pet name falls out of my lips so naturally, to call him something so sweet is wrong, but I’m happy its me who shows him his place. That I get to have this moment and all that it leads up to. To see his eyes go wider, as memories of me flash through his head, all conflicting with who I am now, till they start to burn away, fueling the thing in me, this virus of masculinity and hierarchy. I can see him try to push off of me. Try to use what pathetic little strength he has to get away but soon his hands stop pushing or shoving and start groping, traveling down my body tweaking my nipples and then tracing my abs

His eyes fully glaze as he mutters away, everything unintelligible, moans slipping out more as my fingers find their way under his shorts, one hand in the front, the other in the back. My hand slick with my sweat as I grip his lengthy cock. I can feel it PULSE in my hands, his member, hot, throbbing, but as I squeeze, he lets out this guttural moan and its length starts to shorten. His once girthy, above average package retreats inch by inch. Leaking precum the entire time as everything he once was starts to get stored down in his balls. Till there is nothing left but a pathetic nub, less then one inch and a constant leaking faucet of precum. The entire time my fingers frantically search between his now plumping cheeks. His hole winking, inviting my fingers in as he thrusts back. My mouth right next to his ear as I’m whispering obscenities to corrupt his mind.

Telling him his place below me, his need to serve me. How we were never equals, never friends. He was just a hole, a plaything, a thing to please and serve me whenever I needed. His hands got more voracious, moving down to my tight denim jeans, ripping them down as I continued to subjugate his mind. Muttered protests leaving his lips for the last time as he sinks to his knees.

His teeth pulling off my underwear, my cock smacking him across the face smearing hot precum on his cheeks and lips. Those lips plumping up, his body, the mutation, whatever it was that changed me making him the perfect pathetic plaything for me. Not some alpha, no it worked different on fags, it made them servants. God I loved this life.

Seeing him lick his face clean before asking “master, master please can i suck you? Please!”His eyes slutty, glazed over, lost in the fog of submission, looking up at me on his knees. My hands fell to his hair, resting gently on his head as I smirked and nodded at him. My eyes then trailing down to that ass of his, how it was barely contained by that embarrassment of fabric. That would be for later.

He gently grabbed my cock with his hands, reverently holding it before bringing his lips to meet my cock head. Slowly, sensually kissing it, his hands gliding along my slick shaft as he starts to move around, my shaft getting a few kisses before he quickly licks my balls making me shudder. His tongue then laps up and down my cock before it wraps around the head. His mind fully gone as he kisses it one last time, his teeth not even a threat (why would he ever be able to harm his master, they are perfectly behind his lips as he slides all the way down my monster schlong. My fuckstick makes his throat distend as he gets all the way to the hilt. My hands grab the side of his head as my eyes roll back, my instincts taking over.

“FUCK SLUT!” My voice a deep growl as I pull him almost all the way off before thrusting all the way back in. No ga reflex, just moans as I thrust in and out of this faggot. Skull fucking him as both of us give in to this new life, both our balls full, my ready to shoot load after load down his vibrating, milking throat from dominating him. He was getting off from being used, getting ready to cum hands free from being throat fucked and dominated, sealing his fate.

With a few more final thrusts I let out a deep moan before shoving myself so far down his throat, his nose smashed against my pubes, my musk frying his new brain as I fire load after load. At least twelve beautiful loads claimed him as he fired off his pathetic load sealing his fate. His body shuddered, not wanting to let go of my cock but also needing air. 

I was benevolent, I pulled out of his gasping, needy throat, much to his whimpering disappointment and let him breath. His shorts stained, his shirt ruined from the sweat and saliva. His hair absolutely messed up from my rough play but he was delicious this way on his knees. Especially since there was not a single ounce of cum outside his lips. We had attracted so much attention at the bar, so many faggots drawn to our scene desperate to even get a look at the privilege I had just given my favorite slut. They would serve me, and maybe a few of them would EARN it. But they would all learn who was in charge, and who got what they wanted.

Me and my brothers.

[misctf]

Cocky straight guy becomes a twink trophy boyfriend

He spots her across the living room before anyone else really registers she’s arrived. New face, effortless confidence—his kind of challenge. He takes a second, smooths his shirt, then crosses the room like he already knows how this ends.

“Hey,” he says, easy smile, leaning just enough to feel close without crowding. “You look like you’re deciding whether this party’s worth staying at.”

She glances at him, amused but unreadable.

“I was,” she says. “Still am.”

He chuckles, unfazed. “Give me five minutes. I’ll make it worth it.”

She tilts her head. “You always open like that?”

“Only when I’m right.”

“Confident.”

“Usually rewarded for it.”

“Usually,” she echoes.

He grins, holding eye contact. “Stick around. You’ll see.”

She doesn’t answer. Just watches him, an amused smirk forming on her face. Jake returns the smirk- god she was hot. He couldn't wait to make her...

“Not my type.”

That actually lands. Jake blinks, thrown off, but only for a second. His smile returns quick, “Alright, maybe I started off wrong. Name’s Jake.”

“Lena.”

“So what is your type?”

Her eyes travel over him, slower this time. “Bulky guys aren’t really my thing.”

Jake scoffs, rolling his shoulders. “How can you not be into muscles?”

He flexes his arm, showing off muscle that no woman could resist. Only the peak isn’t as full, the sleeve of his shirt hanging just a bit looser than it did a minute ago. He catches it, but maintains the smile. Figures the lighting is off.

She looks at him, unimpressed, “I said what I said.”

He smirks, leaning closer. “I’m more than just muscle, you know.”

“Mhmm... Doubt that.”

"Yeah?” he smirks, "Give me a chance and I'll prove you wrong." He readjusts his shirt, barely registering how it no longer clings tightly to his chest.

“I'm good." She shrugs, "All that body hair isn't winning you any prizes with me."

Jake huffs a laugh. “What? C’mon! That’s what makes me a real man.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” he says, glancing down as he casually drags his thumb along his forearm- then pauses.

The dark hair there looks… lighter. Thinner. He rubs again against increasingly smoother skin.

“That's... that doesn't make sense.” he mutters, forcing a grin, though his fingers linger.

His other hand comes up, brushing his jaw. He paused. His usual rough stubble is... gone. Like he just shaved. His confidence flickers and he feels a cold shiver run through him as his chest prickles under his shirt.

Jake straightens abruptly. “Woah that's not...” Lena is smiling, a predatory look in her eye, "I... wait here, I'll be right back" He chuckles, nervously- mind racing. He needed a mirror. Just to check. To confirm.

He takes a half step back. Lena leans in just slightly, smiling.

“No, stay,” Her voice lifts. “I’m enjoying our little conversation.” She runs a hand along his smooth jaw, "Please." Jake feels his heart flutter, "Just relax, tough guy."

Jake grunts as the tension drains out of him. He should be on edge. He was on edge. But he feels his posture soften, weight shifting onto one leg, hips angling slightly without permission. His stance opens up. Less guarded, more… inviting.

“Wh-what?”

His lower back arches subtly as he shifts. His stance now blatantly emphasizing his ass. Jake stiffens at that, registering just how exactly he looked standing there.

“No way...” he mutters, trying and failing to address his stance, "I look so..."

He tries to square himself again. To stand with the same commanding presence he usually did. But the adjustment slips, settling back into that same relaxed pose. His ass jutting out, begging for attention.

“You did ask me what my type was." Jake's eyes widen as he realizes he's standing at eye level with Lena now, "But it's so much more than the physical. I like guys who know how to be vulnerable."

Jake swallows, “I mean... yeah, I can be vulnerable,” he says, but it comes out softer, less certain. His shoulders pull in as he talks, frame narrowing further, “It’s just, like... I don’t usually say this stuff out loud, I just kinda… push it down, you know? Be a man about it...” He freezes, “Why am I saying this?” His voice jumps... higher. Whinier.

Lena smiles, "It's okay to open up, Jake."

Jake’s hand flies to his throat. “Okay, no... like why does my voice sound like this? This's not... like, not my voice.” It spikes again, edging toward a whine.

"Jake?" He recognizes that voice, "Dude, what the fuck?"

“Brett!” Jake blurts, cringing at the pitch of his voice, but relief floods in anyway. “Oh my god... thank god you noticed! Something’s like… totally wrong!”

Brett steps in close, brow furrowed. “What happened to you, man?”

“I don’t know!” Jake says quickly, voice light and uneven. “She just, like... started saying stuff and now I’m...”

A sharp snap. Brett goes still. His expression melts, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. Drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Jake stares, “What? Brett?”

He grabs Brett’s arm instinctively and pauses. His fingers press into Brett’s bicep, lingering a second too long. There’s a flicker of something... appreciation?

Jake jerks his hand back and spins towards Lena, “Like, what did you do to him?!”

Lena barely glances at Brett. “Don’t worry about him,” she says smoothly. “Focus on something more fun. Like gossip… or cute guys.”

Jake tries to hold onto his panic, but her voice threads through it, steady and impossible to ignore. His thoughts begin to blur at the edges, like something is quietly wiping them clean, and before he can latch onto what he’s losing, new ones slip in—lighter, easier, strangely compelling. He finds himself wondering who’s attractive, who gets attention, who deserves it.

Behind him, Lena leans toward Brett, whispering into his ear. Jake turns without meaning to... and this time, he really looks. The line of Brett’s arms, the way his shirt fits across his chest, the way his slacked jaw and dim eyes look.

“Oh wow.” Jake’s breath slows and he licks his lips.

He'd seen Brett in the locker room after games. Knew what he was packing. He never thought much about that. But now? God... he wanted it now. He wanted Brett.

“Now you’re more my type,” Lena looks over Jake carefully, satisfied. “But I doubt I’m yours.”

Jake blinks, still looking at Brett, something warm and fluttery settling in his chest. He lets out a soft, airy laugh, barely even thinking about it.

“Yeah, I mean… like… no offense, but… yeah.” He winces slightly at how natural that felt.

Lena smiles. “So tell me... what is your type?”

Jake doesn’t hesitate this time. He glances back at Brett, eyes lingering, a small, giddy smile slipping through. “I mean… Brett,” he says, almost giggling. “Obviously.”

"He's kinda cute."

“Kinda? Bitch, he's hot." Jake can't believe the words leaving his mouth, but they don't stop, "So like... we're..."

"Besties." Lena grins, "I needed a new gay bestie anyway." She looks over at Brett and snaps her fingers, "And what are besties for?"

Brett's face contorts and settles. The dull look in his eyes shifting as he looks over Jake. Replaced by something hungrier. Jake watches as Brett steps closer, slow, deliberate. His eyes stay locked on Jake.

“Hey,” he says quietly, voice lower than Jake remembers. “You look… different.”

Jake giggles, “Different good, right?”

Brett’s hand comes up, hesitating just a second before brushing along Jake’s waist. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Really good.”

Jake inhales sharply, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans, eyes flicking up through his lashes.

“Wow, okay…” he says, half-giggling. “You’re, like, being really forward right now.”

Brett smirks faintly, closing the space between them. “You don’t seem to mind.”

Jake bites his lip, heat rushing to his face. “I mean… I don't.”

“My room’s just upstairs,” Brett murmurs, leaning in slightly. “You wanna check it out?”

Jake lets out a soft, breathy laugh, glancing back at Lena for half a second before looking up at Brett again. “I mean… yeah,” he says, voice light and a little giddy, fingers brushing Brett’s arm. “Lead the way.”

Lena watches for a beat, satisfied, “Have fun, you two!”

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Jake moans loudly as Brett slams into him from behind. He arches his back, pushing his fat ass further along Brett's length. His own cock, smaller than he remembered it being, throbbing uselessly. But he doesn't care. Not when he can feel Brett balls deep inside him.

"Fuck yes," Jake gasps out, hands fisting in the sheets beneath him. "Harder, Brett. Fuck me harder." Brett grunts, gripping Jake's hips as he picks up the pace, "Oh fuck!"

Jake couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy each time Brett bottomed out. The same kinda sounds he imagined Lena making if the night had gone differently. But now? His world was narrowing, focused only on the feeling of the dick pounding into his thicc, juicy ass. Because for Jake, nothing else mattered in this moment - not his pride, not his former identity. And it never would again.

[misctf]

How about a story about a homophobic frat jock who gets turned into the husband of his gay, middle aged english professor?

Jared had everything he could want. The looks, the friends, girls drooling over him, the athletic ability... the list went on. The only thing he didn't have was a good grade in his stupid intro to English course. To Jared, school was just an obstacle to the things he would rather be focusing on. His time partying, working out, and practicing on the field were all higher priorities for him. The only thing grades were good for were maintaining his sports scholarship.

"C'mon man, you can't fail me." Jared insisted, "I'll write a stupid essay or something. Ever heard of extra credit?"

Dr. Peters sighed, "Jared, I know you have the potential. You're a bright young man and..."

"Enough with the bullshitting." The young jock continued, "I'm sure I could pass your class if I gave a fuck." His eyes narrowed.

"In all my years of teaching, I've never..." Dr. Peters paused and regained his composure, "Look, I'm sorry Jared, but I can't just change your grade." He put the papers he had been reading down as his phone buzzed, "I'm sorry, I have to take this."

Jared watched as his professor stepped away and the young man sighed. Did he lose his cool? Yeah. Did it hurt his case? Fuck yeah. But he wasn't about to let some washed out, gay English nerd fuck with his life. Jared looked down at the papers Dr. Peters was reading and smirked. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and left the room.

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Was stealing a bunch of papers from his English professor the best revenge he could think of? No, not at all. But when Jared started reading them, he nearly died from laughter.

"Did he write this shit?" Jared smirked, taking in Dr. Peter's handwriting, "Oh my god, dude needs to learn to type. Probably can't even afford a laptop on his shitty salary."

As Jared started to read the pages he had stolen, his expression shifted. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"What a pervert." Jared chuckled, "This is what you spend your time writing about?" The story was unlike anything he expected. It detailed an intimate encounter between two men - Dr. Peters and an assistant coach named Chris, "You dirty fucker," Jared whispered under his breath.

But he couldn't help but continue to read over each line. The story unfolded with vivid descriptions of a burly, handsome assistant football coach, Chris. The broad shoulders, thick gut, hirsute form- oozing masculinity.

"So that's the type of guy Peters gets off to." Jared mused, "What a…" He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock beginning to stiffen, tenting against his jeans, "The fuck…?" He smirked, "Guess its been a bit since I got off…" He whispered.

Jared kept reading, his curiosity piqued despite himself. The story described how the English professor ran a hand through the assistant coach's thick chest hair, tracing the lines of muscle beneath. As he read these words, Jared felt an odd itching sensation on his own chest. He absently scratched at it, not realizing that fine hairs were beginning to sprout across his smooth skin.

He continued to read, now fully engrossed in the erotic tale unfolding before him. The professor leaned in closer to the coach, breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. Jared inhaled deeply- he could swear he smelled it too. It was rugged, musky, and deliciously masculine. And it was coming from him. His own musky pits… And it smelled so good…

"What the hell." Jared shook his head, "Alright… time to put this down…"

Jared tried to set the papers aside, but found himself unable to look away. The story had taken hold of him, drawing him deeper into its world. As he read on, the characters' encounter grew more heated. The professor pressed his lips to the coach's neck, feeling the coarse stubble against his face. Jared winced as hairs sprouted from his own jawline, growing thicker until he sported a scraggly, manly beard.

"Wh-what the fuck?"

He tried to lift a hand to confirm what he had felt. But his hands remained stuck in place, holding the story. He couldn't even move his head, forced to stare at the pages and read what was on them.

"I can't move…" He stuttered, "I can't…"

Jared couldn't help but continue to read. Read the description of professor grasping the coach's muscular arms, Jared could feel his own biceps swell and thicken. But he couldn't look. Couldn't see the changes that the story wrought on his lean muscles and athletic form.

"Ohhhh... fuck…" He moaned.

The story detailed how the professor trailed kisses down the coach's chest, circling his nipples with his tongue. Jared gasped, feeling his own nipples harden and tingle. He wanted to look down, to see if they had darkened and enlarged like the coach's, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the pages. But he could feel his pecs swell, thickening with muscle, while also sagging and softening with age.

"Pl-please let me go…" Jared begged.

He read as the coach groaned, his hands roaming over the professor's body. Jared's fingers twitched, aching to do the same. To explore every inch of someone else's skin, to feel another man beneath him. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. But they persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment. As the characters in the story began to undress each other, Jared felt his own clothes start to come undone and vanish, leaving him completely naked on his bed.

"Feels so good..." The cool air on his warm skin sent a shudder of pleasure through his increasingly larger form.

As Jared read on, he felt his scalp begin to tingle. He tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the vivid descriptions of the characters' bodies pressing together. But the sensation grew more intense, spreading across his entire head.

He gasped as he felt strands of hair loosen and fall away. More followed, clinging to his fingers as he reached up to feel the thinning locks. Panic surged through him, but he couldn't stop reading. The story described the professor running his hands through the coach's thinning hair, and Jared felt his own recede further, revealing more of his scalp.

"No… please no…" He whimpered, but the words came out slurred and weak. His voice was changing too, deepening into a gravelly rasp. He could hear the difference, but couldn't process what it meant.

Jared's eyes widened as he felt a sudden burst of heat across his skin. The story detailed the professor trailing kisses down the coach's chest, across his hairy belly and lower still. Jared gasped, feeling coarse hairs erupt across his own once-smooth torso. They sprang up everywhere - his chest, back, shoulders. He felt like a walking carpet, covered in a thick pelt of dark fur.

"I can't be becoming him... I can't be.... fuck..."

Despite the alarming changes, Jared found himself growing more aroused. The descriptions of the characters' bodies pressing together, their sweaty skin sliding against each other, filled him with a primal hunger. He craved that closeness, that intimacy. He wanted to feel another man's strong arms around him.

"Oh fuck that… I'm not gay…" The pace of his breathing had quickened, his mind was racing as he tried to process the changes, "I'm Jared. I'm not…"

The story described the professor reaching down to grasp the coach's throbbing cock, feeling it pulse in his hand. Jared moaned, his own member responding in kind. It lengthened and thickened. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping down onto his furry thighs. He couldn't believe how sensitive he had become, how desperately he needed release.

"I need… I need…" He whimpered, but he couldn't find the words. Couldn't articulate the burning desire coursing through his veins. All he knew was that he craved another man's touch. Craved the feeling of being filled, of being used.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him.

Strong arms wrapped around Jared's waist, pulling him back against a solid, muscular frame. He gasped, his eyes snapping open as he realized he was no longer alone. Realized he wasn't even in his dorm room anymore. He was in a bedroom. Their bedroom. Their? No he was… he was… His eyes widened as the papers in his hands vanished, as the the story's words faded away, instead replaced by reality.

"W-what the fuck?" He stammered, trying to turn around. But the arms held him firmly in place.

A low, husky voice rumbled in his ear, "I love you, babe."

Jared froze, recognizing that voice instantly. It was Dr. Peters. But how?

Before he could process it further, he felt the older man's hand wrap around his throbbing cock. Fingers closed around the base, squeezing gently. Jared cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Yes, right there," Jared heard himself say, but the voice didn't belong to him. It was deeper, gruffer, and laced with lust. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. Instead, his lips formed a smile as he pushed back against Dr. Peters' hand.

Panic surged through Jared's mind as he realized he wasn't in control of his own body anymore. He was trapped, watching helplessly as the assistant coach persona took over. The one from the story.

"Please, don't stop," Coach moaned, his hips rocking in time with Dr. Peters' strokes. "I need you inside me."

As Dr. Peters guided him towards the bed, Jared's vision blurred. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was a wedding band glinting on his own finger. Memories flooded his mind - memories of a life he hadn't lived. Of loving Dr. Peters, of being loved by him. Of countless nights spent entwined in each other's arms, of waking up to the older man's warm embrace.

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"Babe? Babe?" Jared stirred awake, his eyelids fluttering open. He blinked groggily, trying to orient himself. The last thing he remembered was… what exactly? Something about a story... about Dr. Peters… No... Evan. His husband...

"Thank god, you passed out," Evan said, relief evident in his voice. He sat on the edge of the bed, a concerned look etched on his face. "I was worried sick about you."

Jared frowned, confusion clouding his mind. Passed out? Worried? What was going on? He glanced down at his hand, noticing the wedding band for the first time. It was gold, simple, but unmistakable. He lifted his hand to examine it, but Evan caught his wrist gently.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Evan murmured, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of Jared's hand.

Jared found himself nodding along, allowing Dr. Peters to guide him towards the bathroom. As they walked, Jared inspected his body. The thick chest hair, the broad shoulders, the paunch around his middle. None of it made sense. He was supposed to be a fit, muscular college athlete, not this… not this…

"Babe?"

As Jared looked at Evan, something clicked into place. The concern in his eyes, the gentle touch of his hands, the familiarity of his voice - it all fell together like pieces of a puzzle. This was his husband. His lover. The man he had built a life with. With a swift movement, Jared pushed Evan backwards onto the couch, pinning him beneath his weight. The older man yelped in surprise, but quickly melted into a pleased smile as he felt Jared's erection press against his thigh.

"We can't just leave it hanging like that, can we?"

[mystrangetfs]

First in the series: Full Power - Brett

The Trickster grinned as he looked at the little beach town he now found himself, it would be a perfect place for him to flex his magical muscles and of course enjoy the sunshine. Often he was forced to hide in the shadows but at peak power he no longer had to, the green mist camouflaged him until he decided to show his form to the unlucky soul that happened to garner his attention. See, it was a long walk down to the beach and many mortals were milling around, enjoying the hot summer weather and all of them were at risk of losing the life they loved so much. The first unfortunates were a group of guys on a lads night out, all heading towards a bar to start pre-gaming for the evening to come. They were obnoxious, loud dopes that the Trickster could have easily mistaken for gorillas if it weren’t for the clothing. The group of men were hollering and cheering loudly as one finished a beer, one called Wally who easily weighed 300 pounds of muscle and fat pulled down his pants and showed his huge, creamy, pale arse to the group causing raucous laughter which only increased when the moron unleashed a putrid booming fart. Everyone around was disgusted by them, they were animals, entitled narcissists that felt the world belonged to them, just the group the Trickster was hoping to find. The green demon observed the group again looking for the optimum target to degrade and destroy. He watched as another guy who was smartly dressed and clearly well off called Payton wolf-whistled at a group of girls and then called them whores as the horrified women flipped him off and scurried away. They were good targets but not the best, but soon the Trickster found the one…Brett. The biggest and beefiest of the men had just finished a pitcher of beer and had unleashed a monstrous belch that caused the other patrons to look over in disgust. The cocky frat dude then happily slapped a waitress on the arse and demanded another round, like vikings the gang cheered as Brett stood above them all and started to flex. The cocky asshole, the alpha of the group and the perfect victim for the Trickster.

Continued at…

https://mystrangetfscaptions.blogspot.com/2021/08/full-power-brett.html

The first in the series with the Trickster at full power. Hope you enjoy.

[mystrangetfs]

Baz

Sam smiled as he skimmed through his phone while in the comfort of his own bed. Tomorrow he was heading to a music festival with his friends and he needed to get some sleep but had become distracted by his dating apps. At 21, Sam was on break from university where he was studying music and film, the partying lifestyle of a student had bled over into his summer and he had been out partying and hooking up nearly every weekend. However, this weekend was the last one before he would have to return to studying and his final year would be no joke. Sam had spoken to graduates of his course and many had told him horror stories of the amount of work he would have to complete and that he would be lucky to graduate without a breakdown. Hence, Sam fully planned to go wild this weekend and meet up with all the hot festival guys meaning he needed to make sure his photos and profile were on point. As Sam opened his photos he was unaware of the green smoke lingering outside of his window and slowly creeping towards the slender, hipster twink. Scrolling through the photos on his phone he made sure to select the best ones. There was him by his parents pool, one of him sampling wine and cheese in the south of France, him doing yoga in front of a sunset in Bali, him posing in front of his sporty convertible and him lounging on the beach in Italy. The profile showed off his wealth, lifestyle and his skinny, toned frame in tight shorts, it was perfect although a bit flashy. Opening his camera roll he selected a selfie of him from just the other night in the bathroom, his nice style, his beard trimmed, his designer clothing on show.

The narcissistic twink was happy with his choice and was about to get some sleep when he saw another old photo. Just a dumb candid photo of him in the library studying and being goofy with his friends at university.  At first Sam smiled but then the dread and anxiety of going back to study started to creep in and he quickly shut off his phone and turned to go to sleep. A small listless mumble escaping his lips “I wish I didn’t have to go back to uni” was all Sam said and that was enough for the Trickster to pounce on his wish, green smoke sent the twink to sleep and the room around him started to change.

Continued on my blog here - https://mystrangetfscaptions.blogspot.com/2023/05/baz.html

After this I think the trickster is going to retire for a while but I will try to post when I can.

[masterlouistf]

"Come on Harry, let's play rock paper scissors to see who gets to use the stone first," I said, holding up the mysterious wishing stone we had found on our hike.

"Sure thing, Alex," Harry replied, readying his hand.

I won the first round and wished for us to be rich and smart. Harry followed suit, also wishing for wealth and intelligence. But as we continued to play, the competition between us grew.

"My turn again," I said, grinning at Harry. "I wish for you to be tall and muscular."

As I spoke the words, I watched as Harry's body began to change. His previously slender frame started to bulge and grow, muscles rippling and stretching under his skin. His arms became thick and strong, his chest and abs defined and chiseled. His legs became toned and powerful, his thighs bulging with raw strength.

Harry's transformation was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as I watched him grow into a towering hunk before my eyes. His previously narrow shoulders became broad and muscular, his biceps bulging as he flexed them. His previously small pecs swelled and grew, his nipples hardening as he ran his hands over his new body.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Harry said, flexing his muscles and admiring his new physique in the mirror.

"Well, it's my turn now," Harry said, using the stone to make me even more attractive. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe the changes that had taken place in my appearance. My formerly average-looking face had become chiseled and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. My nose had become straight and sharp, my lips full and sensual. My hair had grown thick and luscious, falling in soft waves around my face.

But things took a turn when we both made jokes while holding the stone. Harry jokingly said were such "dumbasses", We didn't expect the stone to take his words literally, but suddenly we both felt our intelligence slipping away.

As the changes to my memory took place, I suddenly found myself forgetting everything I had ever learned. My thoughts became jumbled and disorganized, and I struggled to form coherent sentences. I couldn't remember anything from my past, including my education and career.

In my new memories, I had dropped out of school and was too stupid to hold down a job. I resorted to being an escort, using my body to make a living. But instead of feeling shame and embarrassment, I was cocky and arrogant about my new career. I remembered feeling confident and sexy as I strutted my stuff, turning heads wherever I went.

It wasn't until I used the stone again that things really got interesting. Being dumb, I jokingly said how gay we look right now. But as we looked at each other, we both suddenly felt a strong attraction to the other. My desire for Harry became overwhelmingly intense, and I couldn't resist using the stone to make him my slut.

"I wish for you to be my dumb, submissive slut," I said, feeling a surge of arousal as I imagined Harry wrapped around my cock, ready to do my bidding.

Harry blushed at the thought, but couldn't deny the thrill of submission. "Yes, sir," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll be your horny little slut, ready to please you any way you want."

With all of his newfound muscle, he easily pinned me down and stole the stone from my grasp. "I wish for you to be a dominant alpha, one who only wants to fuck me," Harry said, his voice dripping with desire.

As the words left his mouth, I felt a sudden shift in my body and mind. My muscles grew even bigger and more defined, my chest and abs rippling with raw strength. I felt a surge of confidence and aggression, my desire for Harry becoming all-consuming.

But Harry wasn't done yet. Just before I could take him, he made one final wish. "I wish for you to have a 12-inch beer can thick cock and massive balls," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't believe the changes that took place in my groin. My already impressive member grew even bigger, the thickness and girth almost too much to handle. My balls swelled to enormous size, filled with an endless supply of cum. I could feel the power and intensity in my new member, ready to fuck Harry nonstop and cum every time.

I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed Harry and aggressively took him, pounding into him with my massive cock. He moaned and begged for more, his submissive desires driving him wild.

Fucking Harry was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His tight, muscular body was a perfect fit for my massive cock, and I couldn't get enough of the way he begged for more. As I pounded into him, I could feel every inch of my member sliding into him, the tightness and heat driving me wild.

As I approached my climax, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I erupted inside Harry, my cum filling him to the brim. As I filled him with my seed, we both made a wish that this moment would never end.

Suddenly, we found ourselves trapped in an endless loop of me fucking Harry and cumming inside him, our aggressive sex never stopping. Harry's ass was constantly filled with my cum, the splashing noises echoing in our ears as we got lost in the pleasure.

We were locked in this blissful state forever, never wanting to break free from the intense pleasure we were experiencing. The wishing stone had granted our desires in ways we never could have imagined, and we were both grateful to be trapped in this endless cycle of hardcore, aggressive sex.

[horniestofhoes]

For a while, Jamie getting the chronivac was the most fun we ever had. We went from two bullied idiots to kings of the school. Look at him, he looked like he had taken insane amounts of roids, but that was just what he naturally looked like now. All the guys in the school we’re just thirsting for a lick of his alpha dick, something he had carefully made sure of. Not me though, I got lucky haha!

I, obviously, also got my upgrades. I always did have a bit of swagger hidden behind my previous nerdy identity, so I had no trouble picking up girls with my huge new body. The App had just let the butterfly out of the chrysalis.

Anyone who was annoying us? Turned into some sort of sex doll that wanted to have sex with us and our huge tanned bodies.

Mr Morrison, for example, was bothering us the other day on his class because we weren’t paying attention to the bronze age collapse or some shit. Jamie just pulled his phone, made some alterations and boom, this was Ryan Morrison now. Not a history teacher, but an anatomy one that lectured shirtless, in order to better help illustrate the body’s anatomy, of course. He also gave private lessons to his favorite student, Jamie, where he explored his anatomy further. Damn, I should have him do some shit like this to Mrs Gomez too…

It was all rainbows and sunshine for a while, but one day I think he got bored. We had already transformed and fucked half the school, and while I was content just living life like this, he wasn’t. I think some people are just never satisfied.

“Yo, Jamie, what you doing there? Any transformation ideas? I was thinking maybe we could genderswap some peop-“ I exclaimed, before getting quickly cut off

“Actually, Lex, I think I have a better idea. I think you’re going to be my next target.” He said, smirking coldly at me

“W-what? Dude, don’t play around like that! We’re in this together, right? I responded, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice.

“No, actually. I’m the one with the app, I just happened to share my joy with you for a while. Now I think I’m gonna have some fun with you.” He said, pressing the enter button before I could react.

When I woke up, I couldn’t believe what he had done to me. I looked masculine, sure, but so fucking gay. I had shrunk down a whole foot, making my muscles insanely compact. I looked like some buffed up dwarf, hairy as fuck too. My cock was now tiny, probably the same reason why my butt looked like some kardashian’s. It ached, ached for Jamie. That fucking faggot, I can’t believe he did this to me. I’m so fucking horny. I need him. I sent him a photo, showing his work.

“Fuck you, now I need your dick inside my ass you asshat. If you made me a faggot, the least you can do is come and plow me with your cock.”

I quickly got an answer

“hahaha, i’m right outside babygirl, just come on out and i’ll help you out”

I opened the door, my brain too clouded with hormones to think about what the fuck I was about to do. I just know I need it.

[bigification]

Bearfluenza; Shallow Water

'Warning. Due to increased cases of Bearfluenza in the area, it is recommended that you cover up your face and genitalia when swimming. The virus can spread rapidly through shallow water, and is extremely contagious. Swim at your own risk."

"Whatever." James scoffed at the sign. "Just a bunch of bullshit to sell you a vaccine."

He pushed past the sign and entered the change room. He enjoyed stripping down in front of the fat older men that frequented the public pool, because being fit wasn't enough for him, he had to show off the merchandise. Of course, these men could never have him, that was the fun of the game.

The sun glistened off his skin as he walked out towards the pool. It was still early in the summer, and he needed to bolster his tan. He walked past a group of men on the way to the shallow end of the pool and gave them a wink alongside his charming smile. Usually he could see their dicks perk up under their tight speedos, but this time they ignored him.

It's not like he cared, he simply turned up his nose and walked away. He dropped off his towel and dunked his feet in the refreshing water. He usually found it too cold to go past his waist, couldn't risk shrinking the merchandise, but today the temperature felt just right.

He slid into the water and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes closed as he leaned back and relaxed, but his relaxation was short lived. The group of old men he had walked past started laughing.

"Is something funny?" James sneered.

"Yeah, you took one look at us and now you just can't contain yourself." The men joked.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're showin' off full mast at the public pool!"

James looked down and was shocked to see that his dick was rock hard, pressing against his swim shorts.

"What the hell?"

He tried tucking it into the drawstring of his shorts, but it popped back out. He scrambled, trying to push his dick down to hide it under the surface of the water. Then, all of a sudden, a stream of water shot up his dick, as if there was a pump sucking the water into his body. As the water entered his body, his stomach started to swell, quickly turning into a rock solid ball belly.

James groaned in pain, holding his distended stomach. He almost couldn't believe the sight of his perfectly round belly. Even though he couldn't still feel it, he couldn't see his boner anymore, he couldn't even see his feet.

He struggled to hoist himself out of the pool as water sloshed around inside him. He couldn't even raise his head as he reached to gather his things.

"Oh pretty boys not so confident without his abs." One of the men called. "C'mon, don't be shy. Show us that belly." Another joked.

James started walking towards the exit, but something had changed. He couldn't hear the water sloshing in his stomach anymore. He stopped and grabbed his stomach, becoming horrified when his hand sunk into the soft fat padding his stomach. It was no longer just a bloat caused by water, it was a full fledged gut that jiggled every time he moved.

He took another step, and his belly swelled once again, then another step and it grew further. With every attempt to get closer to the exit, his gut grew until it was sagging under its own weight.

James fell to the floor, unable to hold the immense weight of his gut any longer. And as he held himself up with his hands, he watched them grow. His hands grew and his fingers thickened as thick hairs covered them. And like a virus, it spread up his arms. His muscle definition disappeared under a layer of fat and a forest of thick hairs. His solid pecs followed suit, growing into hairy man tits that compliment his immense gut, which has unsurprisingly grown a thick pelt of hair.

His swim shorts tighten around his waist as his perky ass expanded into two meaty globes. His thighs thickened and his feet grew 5 sizes larger, snapping through his flimsy flip flops.

With the increased strength of his thicker legs, James managed to crawl towards the pool just in time to watch face change in the waters reflection. His sharp jawline melts into a soft double chin that is quickly covered by a messy grey beard. His perfect skin folds and wrinkles, his nose and ears grow, and his hairline recedes halfway back his scalp, aging him 30 years in the span of seconds.

"Let me help you up." A kind voice echoes above James' head.

He looks up to see a man, not to dissimilar from himself, holding out his hand. His belly cast a shadow that covered James' entire body, and his rock hard cock was pressed against the bottom of his gut, just like James.

"Bearfluenza's a bitch this time of year. Looks like you've got a pretty serious case, but at least you've kept most of your hair." The man explained. "I got it last year, never recovered."

"What's Bearfluenza?" James asked in a gruff voice.

"Oh you've got a lot to learn mi'boy. Come, let me introduce you to some friends. The name's Ken by the way."

"I see you're back." One of the men said.

"You turned quite nice for a pretty boy." Another chirped as he licked his lips.

"Now be nice boys, this is James." Ken said. "Now James, if there's one thing you need to know about this virus, other than the obvious, is that you'll be hornier than ever knew was possible. But you can't go around fuckin' anyone you like, cuz that's how it spreads. So that's what the boys are for, if you know what I mean?"

"Yea..." James muttered as his brain tried to make sense of his situation.

"Good. Now I've been holding it in all morning, so why don't I bring you over to the showers and show you how big guys like us do it." Ken said as he dragged James away.

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A request from a while back that had just been lying around in my docs forgotten, sorry for the wait

Learning to Love the Change

“I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath

Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head.

“Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property”

Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit.

Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything.

It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it.

But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now.

He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened.

Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him.

“I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile

Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were.

“Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off”

Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave.

Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked.

“Fuck” Lou chuckled

He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money.

“Excuse me” a voice asked

Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles.

“Yes” Lou asked curious

“Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos”

Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone.

“Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout

With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed.

Either way his balls needed emptying. 

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Please Stop

-"Remember me to call the gardener later, the back lawn is a little messy" Said Andrew as he stopped looking out from the kitchen window once his boyfriend had entered the room.

-"Why don't you mow the lawn yourself, if you ask me I think it looks fine" Said Frank, or for now Felipe in his relatively new and very thick Spanish accent.

-"Im busy all the time Frank, in a few minutes Im supposed to review my public administration final project with my partner" Said Andrew as he turned around in order to face his boyfriend.

-"Firstly the name is Felipe for the time being, secondly I would like to remember you that I can use my magic and boom! Problem solved!" Said Felipe as he crossed his arms close to his muscled chest.

-"I don't want to rely on your magic all the time!" Snapped Andrew -"Speaking of which why did you transform yourself again?"

-"Why not?" Said Felipe as he flexed his large biceps at Andrew -"I thought you would like it"

-"I do but now it's not the time, I don't like to wake up each morning to a different boyfriend, if I'm sincere I almost don't remember your original form" Andrew responded calmly as he walked closer towards Felipe while at the same time marveling at the almost exposed hunk he now was.

-"Im sorry it's just my way of spicing up your day" Said Felipe as he approached Andrew and gave him a careful hug with his new muscled arms.

-"And I sincerely appreciate that" Said Andrew as he hugged Felipe back -"But please just stop being a trickster for a moment and act just like a normal person"

-"Fine" Said Felipe in a rather sarcastic tone as both he and Andrew heard the doorbell ringing.

-"That must be him" Said Andrew as he abandoned his boyfriend's embrace and walked past him towards the front door.

Once Andrew reached the door he rapidly opened it and saluted his partner.

-"Hi Jackson, I hope it wasn't hard to get here, please come in" Said Andrew as he signaled with his hand for Jackson to enter.

-"Hi Drew there was no problem getting here, hey I wanted to ask you something" Said Jackson as he entered the house.

"Sure, ask away" Said Andrew.

-"I parked my car in the driveway instead of at the street, is that okay with you? I don't want it to be scratched or bumped like what happened close to campus" Said Jackson.

-"Not at all" Said Andrew as he closed the door and lead Jackson towards the dining room.

Once the both of them had entered the dining room Jackson sat down on a chair while Andrew grabbed his laptop from a small bag and placed it on the table.

-"I've already reviewed some of the data we used and the example about how dividing nationally owned companies that are based on a specific field can lead to overspending and mistakes, I really think that the example we used about the SNCF train and platform controversy in France really sells our point" Said Andrew as he opened the document and showed it to Jackson.

-"I think so as well" Said Jackson as he read the document rapidly -"If we continue working we might be able to finish this in a couple of hours"

-"I know!" Responded Andrew rather excitedly as ever since he and Jackson started the project everything had sailed smoothly.

-"Then let's get to it" Said Jackson as he pulled his own laptop from his bag.

Once Jackson turned on his computer he logged into the shared drive document of the final project and immediately started typing while at the same time reading a few small documents about the topic in a few other browse tabs.

Andrew did the same on his computer but he focused more on trying to find the more superficial errors on the document.

Two hours into the work crunch a loud noise produced by a metallic object was heard all over the house.

-"What was that?" Asked Jackson as he stopped typing on his computer after he heard the noise.

-"That's probably my boyfriend Felipe, he loves cooking" Said Andrew in a low voice as he didn't want his boyfriend hearing his conversation.

-"Oh" Said Jackson -"I remember seeing you holding hands with a guy on campus if I'm sincere you guys make a great couple" Jackson said as he thought about the day he had seen Andrew walking with a muscled and tall Asian guy.

-"Thanks!" Said Andrew as he noticed a tiny bit of purple mist surrounding Jackson.

-"I wish I had that type of relationship" Said Jackson as the muscled and tall Asian guy from his memories was replaced by a muscled and tall Mexican guy.

-"Shit" Thought Andrew as he tried to ignore the purple mist which he knew was probably his boyfriend's doing.

-"So what does he normally cook? sorry if I ask a lot of questions but I also consider myself to be a little bit of a chef" Said Jackson rather proud.

-"Well he is a mixed bag" Said Andrew as he remembered that last night his boyfriend had made some Vietnamese pho in a manner only a native could.

-"He is probably making some tamales" Said Andrew as the purple mist now surrounded him as well.

-"That sounds delicious, I really love Mexican food, I've tried my hand at making some recipes but they aren't as good as ones made by real Mexican's" Said Jackson.

-"I like Mexican too" Said Andrew hoping that his boyfriend hadn't heard anything as he knew that he loved using people's words against them.

-"I remember that when I was a teen my mom use to call a gardener when our grass was tall and when he came he would bring these extremely delicious tamales" Said Jackson.

-"Sounds cool" Said Andrew as the purple mist in the room seemed to increase.

-"Now that I think back I probably had a crush on that guy" Said Jackson while he turned off his computer as he felt that he had already worked enough and that he needed a well-deserved break.

-"Oh no!" Thought Andrew.

-"His brown skin, large muscles, and after working for a few minutes under the sun he would have this musk around him that made me want to masturbate right there and then" Said Jackson with no control as his mind was completely influenced by the purple mist.

-"Stop it" Screamed Andrew internally hoping that his boyfriend would hear him.

-"The accent in his voice" Said Jackson in an almost dreamlike fashion.

-"No no no!" Thought Andrew as Jackson stopped saying what he was saying.

-"Wow, that came out of nowhere, I'm sorry if I said something way too personal" Said Jackson embarrassed.

-"It's fine" Said Andrew -"I don't like judging what type people like or how they swing" Continued Andrew as the purple mist now almost completely covered Jackson.

-"Hey do you mind if I go to the kitchen for a moment" Andrew said as he got up from his chair and rapidly walked towards the kitchen.

-"Sure..." Said Jackson in a drugged-like tone.

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-"I want you to stop whatever you're doing!" Said Andrew as he entered the kitchen.

Felipe turned around and smiled as he walked towards Andrew with a plate filled to the brim with tamales -"Don't worry I already stopped cooking, doesn't it smell good?" Asked Felipe with a cheeky smile.

-"Don't act dumb with me Felipe, whatever you have in mind please stop" Said Andrew as Felipe walked past him towards the dining table.

-"I know you've worked a lot so I made something special for you and your partner" Said Felipe as he placed the plate on the table and introduced himself to Jackson.

-"Hi I'm Felipe, Andrew's boyfriend" Said Felipe as he placed his hand in front of Jackson.

Jackson clumsily grabbed Felipe's hand -"Im Jackson"

-"Andrew told me that you like Mexican food" cryptically said Felipe.

-"Yes I do" Said Jackson in an almost hypnotized way.

-"Well I made some tamales, would you like one? Felipe asked or rather commanded.

-"Yes" Said Jackson as he grabbed one of the tamales and almost expertly started eating it.

-"Good, very good" Said Felipe as Jackson continued eating happily.

-"Fuck" Andrew thought as he looked at the unfolding events, he decided not to say anything as whatever Felipe had planned was going to happen regardless of whatever he said or did.

-"Did it taste good?" Asked Felipe once Jackson had finished eating.

-"Yes, it was good..." Said Jackson as he suddenly started floating from the chair while the purple mist spiraled around him.

-"Did it remind you about something?" Asked Felipe as he continued playing with Jackson's mind.

-"Yes about... about" Jackson stuttered

-"About what?" Asked Felipe with a smile just like that of the cat of Alice in wonderland

-"Home..." Said Jackson with a sad tone.

-"Home? What home?" Asked Felipe.

-"Me...Mexico..." Said Jackson as memories of a little child from a Mexican border town slowly sipped into his thoughts.

-"But your American Jackson... right?" Asked Felipe.

-"No I'm from Mexico" Said Jackson and once he did the clothing that carefully covered his body disappeared into the purple mist.

Once Jackson was fully naked his body immediately grew to be exactly six feet in height.

-"Are you?" Asked Felipe with intrigue.

-"Si" (Yes) Said Jackson in the most beautiful and deep Spanish one can imagine, as he said that the skin all over his body turned into a rich brown which also had a beautiful natural shading due to long and direct exposure from the sun while doing manual labor.

-"And why are you in America?" Asked Felipe as the purple mist made a trip around Jackson's body in a wave-like pattern leaving behind defined and large muscles.

-"No te entiendo" (I don't understand you) Said Jackson as his legs now sported a titan set of quads when the purple mist finished passing through them.

-"Perdon, pensé que tu inglés era excelente" (Sorry, I thought your English was excellent) Said Felipe as the purple mist passed through the rest of Jackson's legs leaving them completely carved.

-"My English... no good" Said Jackson in the thickest accented English anyone had ever heard as all of the basic knowledge about the language was replaced by Spanish grammar and words.

-"Listo, ¿entonces que estas haciendo en America?" (Okay, then what are you doing in America then?) Asked Felipe.

-"Vine aquí por una vida mejor" (I came here for a better life) Responded Jackson as he remembered illegally crossing the border as he didn't want to be in a hellhole in the middle of nowhere for the rest of his life.

-"¿Enserio? ¿Y en qué trabajas?" (Really? What is your job?) Asked Felipe even though he already knew both answers.

-"Soy gardinero" (I'm a gardener) Said Jackson with full conviction as memories of cutting lawns and stylizing plants from a young age hijacked his train of thiug

-"Esa no es toda la verdad..." (That's not the whole truth...) Said Felipe as he waited for Jackson's reply.

-"También soy stripper" (I am also a stripper) Said Jackson with a little bit of embarrassment while dancing routines and the occasional sucking balls or being fucked in the ass entered his currently influenceable mind.

-"Eso no te deberia dar pena" (That shouldn't embarrass you) Said Felipe as Jackson's brown ass cheeks swelled and swelled until they finally reached the state of being two perfect globes that would easily bounce with even the most minimum movement.

-"Lo se" (I know") Said Jackson as his dick became extremely brown and lots of thick black hairs formed around his new lower hanging balls.

-"Entonces eres gay" (So you are gay?) Asked Felipe.

-"Si soy gay" (Yes I'm gay) Said Jackson proudly as his dick became uncut and grew to the length of ten inches and a half.

-"Okay" (Okay) Said Felipe as the purple mist passed through Jackson's lean abdomen leaving behind a six-pack that was covered in small black hairs that formed a treasure trail towards his dick

-"Yo no juzgo eso" (I don't judge that) Said Felipe as the mist arrived in Jackson's chest which made it grow giving him an enviable set of muscled tits topped by a pair of extremely sensitive brown nipples.

From there the purple mist accelerated its pace as it turbocharged through Jackson's arms which developed larger biceps and lower arms.

-"Veo que te gusta tener mucho pelo" (I see that you like to have lots of hair) Said Felipe as Jackson's pits were covered in large patches of black hairs and in his chest a few hairs also appeared.

-"Me gustan mucho" (I like them a lot) Said Jackson as the mist arrived at his face, almost immediately every single Caucasian feature became replaced by more mestizo ones and a perfectly styled and well kept black goatee appeared in Jackson's previously clean-shaven face -"Me hacen sentir como un verdadero hombre" (They make me feel like a real man).

After that, the purple mist arrived at Jackson's hair which became the same black as the rest of the hairs in his body and shortened itself into Jackson's scalp.

Now that Jackson was fully transformed the purple mist placed him carefully on the seat he was previously sitting in.

-"Ahora, como te llamas?" (Now, what is your name?) Asked Felipe as Jackson's new almost eleven-inch dick was now covered by a stained jock.

-"Yo me llamo..." (My name is...) Stuttered Jackson as the whole of his body was now covered by a dirty and old jean overall.

-"Tomate tu tiempo" (Take your time) Said Felipe as Jackson's hands now sported a pair of gardening gloves and his almost shaven head was protected by a camo cap.

-"Me llamo Jesus" Said Jackson as the spiraling purple pattern in his eyes disappeared letting both Felipe and Andrew observe Jesus's new brown pupils.

The purple mist that surrounded Jesus then traveled towards his computer which became a simple paper contract for a gardening project while his bag filled with college textbooks became a simple and old bag filled with gardening equipment once the purple mist touched it, finally, the purple mist flew out of the house and transformed the relatively new sedan parked in the driveway into a new white ford van which had the logo of a gardening company.

-"Ah mi cabeza... (Oh my head...) Said Jesus as he felt a small headache -"Que estaba haciendo? (What was I doing?)

-"Estabas probando uno de mis tamales mientras firmaba el contrato para el nuevo diseño del Jardin" (You were tasting one of my tamales while I was signing the contract for the new garden design) Felipe said without skipping a beat.

-"Si cierto!" (That's right!) Said Jesus as he got up from the chair he was seating in and grabbed the already signed contract.

-"Perdon pero el dia de hoy ha sido un poco ocupado y eso me puede hacer olvidar algunas cosas" (Sorry but today has been a busy day and I sometimes forget a few things) Said Jesus with a little bit of embarrassment.

-"No pasa nada, eso le pasa a cualquiera" (Don't worry, that happens to anyone) Said Felipe noticing the strong manly smell Jesus was bathed in.

-Si me disculpas, voy coger unas cosas de la van (If you could excuse me, Im going to pick up a few things from the van) Said Jesus as he walked out of the room.

-"I hope you turn him back once you've had your silly laughs" Said Andrew as Felipe observed his brand new creation walking away.

-"I thought you wanted for someone to take care of the garden situation" Said Felipe while he turned around to look at his boyfriend.

-"I did but you'd didn't have to transform my partner!" Snapped Andrew -"I still have to finish my project!"

-"I know but I overhead that you guys already have almost everything done and I've seen you work a lot so I decided to help you both blow up some steam" Said Felipe as he got closer to Andrew.

-"Wait, what do you mean by both?" Asked Andrew as he saw the purple mist started forming around him.

-"You'll see" Said Felipe as the purple mist started transforming Andrew but in a much rapid manner.

In an instant, Andrew's height surged to six feet two while his pasty white skin changed in coloration to a light mocha tone.

-"I hate you!" Said Andrew as his clothes disappeared leaving him completely naked which allowed him a perfect view of his rapidly growing muscles, especially his new larger pecs and defined six-pack.

-"I love you too" Said Felipe as he put his hands around his boyfriend while he passionately started kissing him.

Felipe passed his hands around Andrew's body leaving each part he touched completely changed, when he touched his nips and pinched them they became larger and pierced, as he felt Andrew's new muscled back his hands slipped towards his ass which immediately grew more larger than it should have been

Then Felipe grabbed Andrew's already erect dick and started to play with it which made Andrew tremble in pleasure.

When Andrew was about to cum Felipe stopped pleasuring his dick which was now almost ten inches in length.

Felipe then passed his hands randomly around different parts of Andrew's body leaving behind beautiful and colorful tattoos.

After a while of this Andrew's body was fully transformed which meant it was time for some clothing.

Felipe materialized a pair of flamboyant pink tennis around Andrew's feet, a purple speedo around his ass cheeks and dick, and finally a purple bandana around his new beautifully black lush hair.

-"Enserio?" (Really?) Asked Andrew or for the time being Andres as he looked at the almost nonexistent clothing he was wearing -"No crees que me veo muy estereotipado (Don't you think I look too stereotypical).

-"Para nada" (Not at all) Said Felipe in a sarcastic tone as he yet again started to passionately kiss Andres on the lips and from time to time on the neck.

Suddenly before both men could move to the bedroom in order to have a more private affair they were interrupted by the noise of something falling to the floor.

Felipe and Andres immediately looked at where they thought the noise had originated from.

There, right in front of the both of them stood Jesus with his mouth almost open to the ground, for a few seconds nobody said anything but Jesus finally decided to take some initiative.

-"Lo siento si los interrumpi" (Sorry If I interrupted you guys) Said Jesus with a small smile in his face.

-"Esta bien Jesus" (It's okay Jesus) Said Felipe as he also now had a smile on his face.

Yet again for another few seconds, nobody said anything while the sexual tension in the room continued to rise and rise.

-"Les importa si me les uno" (Do you guys mind if I join?) Asked Jesus in his low deep voice.

Felipe and Andres looked at each other as they had a rather short telepathic discussion about the whole situation.

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-"Demosle" (Let's do it).

-"No creo que deberiamos, me parece incorrecto todo esto" (I don't think we should, all of this seems wrong to me).

-"El no recordara nada despues de esto, ademas esta es una fantasia secreta de el" (He won't remember anything after this, either way, this is a secret fantasy of his).

-"Estas seguro?" (Are you sure?).

-"Tu sabes que lo unico que hago yo es cumplir sueños pero a mi manera" (You know that the only this I do is to make dreams come true but in my way).

-"Okay, si tu lo dices" (Okay, if you say so)

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-"Para nada Papi unete al combo" (Not at all Papi join the combo) Said Felipe in a sensual voice.

Jesus immediately after listening to this walked towards Felipe and Andres, once he was in reach he grabbed the both of them and pulled them into a three-way kiss.

Both Felipe and Andres released small moans and grunts as their dicks became erect, they continued kissing with Jesus for a few seconds until Jesus finally stopped and proceed to remove his cap, gloves and overall leaving him almost naked.

Felipe took the leadership and positions himself behind Jesus and removed his jock while Andres happily kneeled as to more easily reach Jesus's dick.

Just as Felipe started to repeatedly penetrate Jesus's beautiful giggly ass Andres started to expertly suck Jesus's large dick while also playing with the hanging fruits below it.

-"Mas duro!" (Harder!) Requested Jesus in a feminine tone as Felipe kissed him on the neck.

-"Claro que si putita" (Of course bitch) Whispered Felipe as he increased his pace.

-"Te gusta?" (Do you like it?) Asked Felipe.

-"Si Papi!" (Yes Daddy!) Said Felipe as a few tears of pleasure formed around his eyes -"No pares!" (Don't stop!)

Meanwhile, Andres started licking Jesus's balls which made Jesus moan even more.

After a good few minutes Jesus cumed into Andres's face just as Felipe had finally cumed in Jesus's ass.

The three horny Mexican men stood there breathing for a while as the heat within them decreased, Andres then reintroduced Jesus's dick in his mouth in order to completely drain it while Felipe started to finger Jesus's now lubed hole.

Once all of the men had their filling they each went on their way, Jesus who was now fully clothed moved to the garden and started mowing the grass, Andres still in his gogo boy Mexican form decided to resume his work after a very pleasurable pressure release while Felipe ate a few tamales next to him.

-"Te dije que te hacía falta un descanso" (I told you that you need a break).

-"Gracias!" (Thank you!) Said Andres as he kissed his boyfriend again.

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I have no idea how but this story passed the 250 block limit 😑, Anyway...I hope you guys like it 😏.

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[horniestofhoes]

Hey! I have a possible request, I see a lot of your stories revolve around role reversal stuff etc. What about a story where a jock bullies this chubby ugly anime obsessed nerd but then the tables are turned and at the end of it the jock becomes the fat nerd and reality is changed etc. It’s just an idea if you don’t like it all good :)

A Reversal

When he was a kid, Jared was as skinny as a stick, but ever since puberty he started putting on pound after pound, consequence of a very sedentary life style, not playing any sports, just staying home all day, studying, playing games and watching anime. The most exercise his body saw was the daily right arm workout sessions to anime girls. At school, he had a few his friendgroup, all varying levels of nerd like himself, who were considered the weird kids, which meant no one really liked associating with them. Some even went out of their way to make their lives harder, such as Blake.

Blake would sometimes just send photos like these, showing off his shredded body, huge muscles and the hefty bulge of his 10incher, to both the girls he wanted to bang and the nerds he wanted to feel superior too, with cruel captions shaming their bodies and their appearances. Jared had tried to file a complaint with the director’s office, but since Blake’s dad was a huge contributor to the school, it just went straight to the paper shredder.

One day, while doing a JJK marathon, Jared started getting video calls from Blake, who simply didn’t stop calling. Jared tried to ignore it at first, but instead of just simply blocking the caller, he decided he’d just pick up and give Blake what he wanted already, because if he didn’t Blake would probably beat his ass tomorrow.

When he picked it up, it was just Blake flexing on the bathroom, clearly on some weird kind of rush from this.

“You like what you see, fatty? Yeah, you’re never gonna be this fucking hot, you piggy. Girls fucking grab my arms and lick my abs while I fuck them, the best they could grab in you is your fucking fatass” He said

Jared felt like crying, both in shame and anger, angry that the jock was such a fucking dick, but also ashamed that he was right. He was a fat loser, but he wanted to be attractive, he wanted girls to find him hot, but he had dug himself in a hole and couldn’t get out of it. He wished his life wasn’t like this, and he wished that Blake had a bit more empathy.

His prayers didn’t go unheard. Suddenly, both Blake and Jared stopped, their eyes open wide. Jared felt his body burn, as all the fat in his body melted away into golden energy, which flied into the screen. He looked at the camera, and saw his face, not bloated anymore, but defined.

At the same time, he saw Blake’s muscles shrink into nothingness, leaving him a skinny runt. Then, Jared felt his muscles sore as he saw his biceps begin to expand and grow, then he felt his pecs growing nice and tight, and his abs popping up in his belly like bricks in a wall.

He moaned in pleasure, feeling the power enter his body. Blake on the other hand, was also growing, but now in muscle, but fat. His belly grew, and with it also his bodyhair, that he once had kept trimmed so pridefully, now leaving him with a patchy beard. Both of them felt their heads spin as their lives changed around. Now the one that let himself go was Blake, who once a promising young man, now was a fatty who ate fast food every single day of the week, all because one his ex told everyone about his small cock.

He had called Jared in hopes that he could help him get a girl.

“Yeah, sorry man, no one wants a fat fuck with a small dick” Jared answered

”This is what girls want, they don’t care if you’re a huge nerd like me if you’re hot about it. “ Explained the resident pussyhound of the school, a specimen with a footlong who had fucked every girl in the halls. “Maybe if you put down the fries and actually exercised for once, you’d at least be able to attract some bitches. Meanwhile, not much I can do about it, fatass.”

He then hung up, smiling. He didn’t know why he was so happy, nor why he felt so satisfied in calling Blake a fat loser. He just felt like it was right.

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Return to Normal?

I arrived at the address texted to me. This guy’s house was fucking massive, and I could hear some beats thumping on the other side of the wall. I wondered if he was throwing a rager, and if employees could join in! But first, I needed to get on his property. I pressed the buzzer by the door, which was quite small compared to the gate in front of me. “Zechariah Daddario,” I said into the buzzer. I hated my first name; all my friends called me “Zeke”. But this was a job interview, and it had to be formal, despite the clothes I was allowed to wear. 

A man’s staticy voice came out of the buzzer a few seconds later. “Come right on in,” said my soon-to-be boss, Evan Nordstrom. He said that I would be perfect for the job, considering everything I had sent in so far. The in-person interview was only a formality. I heard a click, and the gates opened. Well, I needed to pull it open, but given the size, it was actually surprisingly very easy. I entered the estate, at least that I think it’s called. I was a bit shocked by what I saw. 

There were gardeners working on the shrubs in front of me. Now, that’s not odd, but what was was that they were only wearing protective eye gear. Literally nothing was covered below the nose. Maybe working for Evan wasn’t for me, even though I needed this job. The COVID-19 pandemic had screwed with my life, and since I wasn’t college educated, this manual labor job would be perfect for me. Or so I thought. 

I turned around and tried to leave, only to find out that I couldn’t. There was no handle or anything on the gate from this side, and in front of the walls for a good six feet or so were rocks scattered on the ground. Decorative, small rocks that could not support a 195-pound man like me stacked up, even if it is mostly muscle. I turned back around and headed towards the house. I would have to explain to Evan that this job wasn’t really for me. I did enjoy the techno music he was playing though. I loved the beats, and that you could just make out someone speaking. That shit’s the best! 

As I walked to the pool, I noticed that those two gardeners were not alone in their odd way of dressing, which is to say no clothes at all. Drivers, waiters, and attendants were all completely naked, maybe with a hat on their head, but that was about it. Evan was the only one at the pool when I walked in. There was a whole bunch of staff by the house, and they were all naked, or at least pretty much naked. I made my way over to Evan. 

“Um, hey, sir, thanks for the job offer and all, but this shit’s not for me,” I said. 

“Oh, you can’t leave,” Evan said, turning his head to me and placing his drink on a little table. 

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“Well,” Evan started, “for starters, you signed a verbal contract of employment. It’s not as good as a written one, but I have a couple lawyers under my control. Too bad I couldn’t dumb them down.” 

“Wait, what!?”

“I can see the dumbing down portion will be easier on you. All of these men were just like you, Zeke. Men who wanted jobs that I offered them. All of them fell under my trap, much like you are now.”

“What’s happening to me!?” I asked. I honestly wasn’t sure what the fuck Evan was doing to me, but I wanted to escape. 

“Those ‘sick beats’ you’ve been hearing? Those are actually binaural beats, slowly hypnotizing you and draining away some of your intelligence. And those faint words you can just barely hear? That’s subliminal messaging, hypnotizing you just a little more and making you into a subservient slave to me. Those remain on day and night, continually dumbing down and hypnotizing my employees.”

“Fuck, man, you’re never going to fuckin’ get away with this!” 

“Actually, I am. Two of the very first men I implemented this on were my bodyguards. Say hello to One and Two. They don’t need human names.” I turned and looked at the two beefy men stepping out of the house. They were massive, probably over 250 pounds or so of solid muscle. Naturally, I ran, but the men were surprisingly spry on their feet. They tackled me to the ground and then lugged me back to the deck. They put me down and then released me, but moved behind Evan. I knew I wasn’t that smart, but I did know what Evan was doing was asserting his dominance over me without even lifting a finger. I could run away again, but his goons were even closer now. “What the fuck do you want from me?” I seethed at Evan. 

“Well, according to the information you sent over, you have a pretty sizable cock. You’ll be a great addition to my harem.”

“Your what?”

“I thought a man like you might not understand, especially as he’s getting even more dumb. A harem is a group of people, men in my case, that exists only to serve their ruler, or master, sexually. You’ll be one of those men, but I also don’t like my men just lounging around doing nothing. It seems like you’ll be great for an assistant role.” 

“What the fuck is that?” I asked. It didn’t sound that horrible. 

“It’s a position I reserved for really dumb guys, like you. You’ll be a jack-of-all-trades, so to speak. You won’t have any specialized knowledge in anything. One and Two needed a crash course in bodyguarding, but if you’re with them, you’ll have to do what they say.”

“But I’m not dumb!” I protested. “I did graduate high school!” 

“Oh, I know, Zeke. And as I much as I love to chat with my newest slaves, you becoming a dumb muscle slave just through the hypnosis will take some time. Two, you know the drill.” The bodyguard lumbered back inside the house and returned with a needle in his hand. During that time, One had walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He was strong, and I was stuck here. Two handed the needle to Evan, who stood up and jabbed it right into my shoulder. He had an evil grin on his face as the needle was pressed deep into my skin. 

“FUCK!” I cried out, as whatever it was began coursing through my veins. Evan surprisingly answered my thought. “What you’ve just been injected with is a special formula of himbo powder. I don’t care about blonde hair or bubble butts, but I do care that my slaves are dumb and horny. 

“Me no dumb ‘n’ horny!” 

“I see it’s starting to affect your mind already. Let’s see if your cock is responding to the powder as well.” He pulled down my pants. I saw my big dick again! It’s hard and pointing at the sky. “I just love seeing the dumb look on my slave’s face as they see their erect cock for the first time.”

“E-rect?” I ask him. I no understand. 

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that anymore, Zeke. Remember, slaves don’t wear clothes.” Right! Me slave, so no clothes. No shirt, no pants, no undies, no socks, no shoes. 

“Good?”

“Yes, Zeke, it’s perfect. Follow One and Two to the harem. I’ll be there shortly to use you.”

“Okay, sir!” I no wait serve Master! Me want Master dick up hole! Me love serve Master!