The reality hit you like a car, fast and quick. Everything started to make sense, you knew exactly what was happening but it was too late to do anything about it.
You had always wondered what your boyfriend saw in you, all his exes were hairy men with big beards, thick pelts, and receding hairlines. They were stronger, tougher, more masculine than you. You were like your boyfriend, hairless, effeminate, a twink.
A few months into your relationship he tired to get you to grow a beard, told you to stop using nair on your arms and back. You said youd only do it if he did the same but he would always respond "I dont want to look like an animal!"
Eventually you gave in, did a no shave november as a birthday gift for him. You looked horrible, with only a light dusting on your upper lip to show for it at the end of the month... your boyfriend was expecting more.
You tried to tune him out, he kept talking about supplements and testosterone treatments. There was something you could add to water, a pill you could take, a cream. You didnt want to hear it. You liked being a twink, you liked being a bottom, you didnt want to be like you boyfriends exes all dilfy and straight passing. They watched sports, treated your boyfriend like a house wife, and worked blue collar jobs. You wanted to stay in your field as a scientist, you wanted to have an equal partnership with your partner. Though there was a part of you, an animal part of you, that wanted to let go and devolve into the kind of man your boyfriend wanted you to be.
Today, on your day off, you decided to take a shower. Your boyfriend had already been up, cleaning the house or something. You stumbled to the shower, half awake and not thinking. You didnt stop to ask why your wet skin felt itchy and why your morning wood didnt get ofter with the water, in fact, it was getting harder and harder.
You were planning on saving your load for your boyfriend but you couldnt help it. You needed it. You wrapped your hand around your cock and began stroking only a moment later realizing that it wasnt your think twinky hand stroking your cock but a thick bearish man's paw, covered in thick black hairs. You screamed in a deep manly voice, its not your own voice or at least it wasnt.
Your boyfriend came in, half scared half excited. He looked at you as you rubbed your hands over your body, as you felt the hair growing in, the beard, the pelt, the growth.
The reality hit you like a car, fast and quick. Everything started to make sense, you knew exactly what was happening but it was too late to do anything about it. You were becoming what he wanted, a bear of a man. Its starting with your body, the hair on your head beginning to fall out, the beard pushing out of your skin, the layer of fur, and then its going to be your mind. Your boyfriend must have snuck those supplements, the oils, into your shampoo or something. You look at him over your shoulder, if its true that he put the oils in your shampoo maybe theres still enough on you.
You grab him, pulling your fully clothed twink boyfriend into the shower with you. Hes panicking, "youre supposed to be the daddy not me!" Its too late, as your body gets bigger, hairier, older, so does his. He's crying as the oils, stuck in your thick pelt of fur, get all over him and begin to work their magic. You probably would have cried too, probably would have fought it, but by the time you realized what was happening your mind had already been changed. The old you was already gone and in its place was a mans man more interested in sports than in his appearance.
In the end there wasnt enough oil left to change your boyfriend completely but you made sure to get his face. He might look a few years younger than you and be less hairy but that beard makes up for it. You can imagine the old him screaming trapped inside his new jock brain. You boyfriend used to only care about makeup and boys, now all he cares about is beard care and gains.
As for you? Youve settled into your new lifestyle as a daddy. Youre a sold man now, with a nice beard and good pelt of hair. Every night you and your boyfriend watch a football game to get you in the mood before you rail him like the good daddy you are.
It started this morning, waking up from one hot dream of a dumb muscled fuckboy flexing and jacking off to his own reflection. He couldnât help but jack off to the memory of him in the shower. Now every time he cums he grows closer and closer into becoming the hunk of his dreams.
"Get a piercing," they said. "It'd be cool," they said. I've always struggled with resisting peer pressure. Just my luck, getting pierced by a witch or whatever he was. I knew I saw his eyes glow red when he pierced my sensitive nipple, but none of my stupid friends would believe me! Fuck, my body won't stop growing! I've gained so much muscle in such a short period of time! An hour ago, I was a scrawny twink, and now I look like I could go head-to-head with the jocks on the football team! I'd probably win too, with these new massive biceps. My god, why does it have to feel so fucking good?! I don't want to be a dumb jock... but losing my brain feels better than any orgasm!!!
Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommatesâpolite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didnât mind; he preferred his solitude.
But today, he found himself restless.
Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.
As he passed Danielâs room, something caught his eye.
Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.
Those joggers.
He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommateâs athletic buildâbroad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Danielâs physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasnât exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.
Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.
Jonathan hesitated.
His logical side told him to move alongâthis was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Danielâs room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.
No harm in just looking, he thought.
But the temptation didnât stop there.
Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldnât be back for a whileâheâd said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasnât as though Daniel would know.
He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.
Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldnât resist.
The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.
They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.
Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Danielâs closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.
Why does this feel soâŠright?
The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadnât felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.
Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.
Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.
His breath hitched.
What is this feeling?
The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasnât just the joggers anymoreâit was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.
Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldnât quite explain.
He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldnât stop himself.
Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.
âThis⊠feels so good,â he whispered, his voice barely audible.
His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldnât remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers werenât just clothingâthey were something else entirely. They made him feel⊠alive.
His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.
His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.
Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.
When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.
Jonathanâs head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.
He didnât even hear the front door open.
âFeels good, huh?â
The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathanâs mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.
Jonathanâs breath hitched.
Danielâs smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.
âItâs those pants, isnât it?â he said, voice low and smooth.
âThey feel amazing, donât they?â
Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.
Danielâs smirk widened. âDonât be shy. Iâve seen you watching meâthose looks you give me when you think I donât notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my bodyâŠâ
He took another step closer. âCraving to touch me. To make me yours. Isnât that right?â
Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.
âItâs cute, really,â Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathanâs waist. His hands slid over Jonathanâs chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.
âOh, you poor thingâŠâ Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathanâs ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathanâs body. âYour mind is so weak and feeble, isnât it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.â
Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Danielâs shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.
âThatâs adorable, yâknow?â Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathanâs neck. âEspecially when itâs so easy for me to⊠have certain effects on you, letâs say.â
Jonathanâs hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Danielâs hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.
âJust focus,â Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. âFocus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.â
Jonathanâs mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Danielâs hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.
âItâs okay to let go,â Daniel whispered. âJust let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesnât it feel so much better when you stop thinking?â
Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Danielâs touch and words.
Danielâs voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.
âI can feel you leaking, Jonathan,â Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.
âThatâs okay. Let it all out.â
Jonathanâs breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Danielâs intoxicating words.
âInto the joggers,â Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. âI always do that too.â
Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.
âAnd with every drop,â Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathanâs ear, âlet all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cockâ
Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldnât think anymore, couldnât resistâDanielâs words were all he could hear, all he could feel.
âEvery drop, every thought⊠gone,â Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. âThatâs it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And thenâŠâ
Jonathanâs body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.
âWhen you finally release,â Daniel said, his voice low and certain, âyouâll be mine.â
Jonathanâs eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.
Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Danielâs strong arms.
âThere you go,â Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.
Jonathanâs head fell against Danielâs shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Danielâs hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.
âThatâs right, Jonathan,â Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. âYouâre mine now.â
Jonathanâs gaze met Danielâs, and he saw something in his eyesâa mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.
Danielâs fingers brushed over Jonathanâs cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. âYouâve given yourself to me,â he continued, his voice low and soothing. âCompletely.â
Jonathan couldnât speak, couldnât move, couldnât even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Danielâs embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.
Danielâs hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathanâs chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.
Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Danielâs touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.
Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. âThatâs it,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âNo more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.â
Danielâs hands rested firmly on Jonathanâs waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathanâs shoulders.
âYouâll keep those joggers on today,â Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathanâs dazed mind like a gentle tide. âLetâs see just how far youâre willing to fall.â
Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.
âI⊠IâŠâ he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.
âNo need to speak,â Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. âJust listen. Just feel.â
Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.
Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathanâs shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.
âGood,â Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. âNow, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.â
Jonathanâs breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Danielâs steady, commanding presence.
Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathanâs ear. âYouâll wear them all day,â he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. âFeel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.â
Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Danielâs words washing over him. He didnât protest, didnât even think to.
âYouâre already mine,â Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathanâs chest. âBut by the end of today, you wonât even remember what it felt like to be anything else.â
Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.
Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathanâs spine.
âYouâre such a good boy,â Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathanâs face. His thumb brushed across Jonathanâs cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.
Jonathanâs breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensationâthe dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Danielâs hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Danielâs hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathanâs jaw. âLook at you,â he whispered, his voice low and intimate. âFalling so perfectly. You were made for this, werenât you? For me.â
Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Danielâs touch as if drawn by an invisible force.
Danielâs lips curled into a knowing smile.
âItâs okay,â he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathanâs ear. âYou donât need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.â
Jonathanâs cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.
âAh, ah,â Daniel chided playfully. âEyes on me, Jonathan.
âTheir gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Danielâs presence.
âYouâre mine now,â Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathanâs face. âAnd Iâm going to take such good care of you.â
Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didnât know how far heâd fall, but in that moment, he didnât care.
All that mattered was Daniel.
Danielâs thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathanâs cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathanâs overwhelmed body.
A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.
âLook at you,â Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. âYou canât even help it, can you?â
Jonathanâs body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.
âGo on,â Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathanâs face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. âLet it happen. Let it all out for me.â
Jonathanâs eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.
Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Danielâs chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.
âThere you go,â Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathanâs hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. âThatâs my good boy. Just let it all out.â
Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Danielâs arms.
âShhh,â Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. âYouâre doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.â
Danielâs hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.
âYou feel that?â Daniel whispered. âThatâs what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.â
Jonathan could only nod weakly, his body melting further into Danielâs embrace.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!?!"
you yell out as your body aches all over. Your muscles fill with blood and you watch and your shirt gets tighter, your thighs stretch your pants and you start to feel so constrained and uncomfortable. You roll up your shirt as more definition is pumped into your pecs making them stick out and you almost can't see past them. Within seconds your thighs get even thicker and you ass balloons outwards.
"AH FUCK WHATS GOING ON" you yell out earing your voice get slightly higher.
You struggle to pull your pants up around you huge muscled bubble but and watch in the mirror as the bulge in the front of your pants slowly gets smaller and smaller. You waist pulls in giving you a strong V shape to your entire body, and with a waist that small it showcases how fat your ass has gotten.
You stand there moaning and panting like a bitch, rubbing your new bubble butt. You desperately want to get railed, you can't even imagine topping now, you just want to permanently be on your hands and knees and have a steady stream of guys unload inside you.
Enjoy the rest of your days as a Femboy jock.
âQuit flexing! Itâs speeding theâand your fucking voice! And theâyour, uh⊠your⊠wowâŠâ
âAAWWRRGGH ffffuuck yeah man, look how thick my meats getting man.. SSSorry, I know you donââUUGGHHât swing that was butâFUCK you canât imagine what this ffff-feels likeâŠâ
âItâItâsâyouâre⊠still getting bigger.. Y-your ballsâŠâ
âFffffffffuuuckâUUHHNFâooohh god that was a bbIIIIIIgg oneâŠâ
â⊠Tore your shorts and s-snapped your j-jock, JinâŠâ
âFffuck, Itâs like Iâm pissing this shitâŠâ
âAll that preâŠâ
âDude.. feel me⊠G-GRRRROWWW with meâŠâ
âIâI mean, I wishâŠâ
âUURNGHâoooh, fuck, dude I w-*buuurrrpp*-wish you could t-toooOOOOOO, mmnnnhhooooyeaahhâŠâ
âUUGGH! Nasty dude, thatâs fucking rank..â
âExcuse me! MMNNFFF!!âŠâ
âGross⊠smells like..â
âYYYYYEEEAAAHHhhh, it doesâRRNG!!âYou think thatâs what did it? That energy drink? That rando on the floor was h-hhhAAANDING OUTâFUCK!!â
âGoddamn, youâre gonna burst through this place!â
âMmmff, thatâd be so fuckin, hot.â
âF-For realâŠâ
â⊠You wannaâmmfffuckyeeaahâgrow with me, dude?â
âIâWell⊠Yeah, bro, I kinda doâŠâ
â⊠Then why donât you ggggnnffâgo crack open that can in your bag, bbbrRROOOâFUCKâor are those drinks still âsooo bad for your overall health?ââ
âI think I can make exceptionsâŠâ
âThatâs what Iâm tttALLLKINâ bout, dude.â
âLetâs see what this bod can do!â
âStrip down, Kai.. I wanna feel you fuckinâ all over me while you beef up, dude, grow with me, bro, get readyâŠâ
âBottoms up!â
âFuckinâ right.â
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Scrolled across this picđon the dash right before this reblog and the mind couldnât help but wander đ€Ș Thanks for the inspo, @swollenmuscles!
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You wake up with your face pillowed in something that smells delicious, like musk and salt all in one. You lick your lips and taste fresh sweat. With a happy murmur, you start tongue-washing the big set of lightly furred balls you slept next to all day.
As tan, muscular men start to shift around you, you remember flashes of the wild party last night. A tongue tentatively licks over your ass and you arch your back, grinding your bubble butt back into the handsome face of the man who fell asleep rimming you.
âFuck,â grunts a bearded guy in thickly accented Cantonese, âwe need to be dancing in 20.â
You drop the balls youâve been sucking from your mouth. âI really wanna cum!â you whine, and dive back in, hearing a horny moan from the hottie youâre servicing.
âHold it until the big spenders tip you,â the head gogo boy barks, and tosses a mesh shirt at you.
20 minutes later, the club opens and the patrons start coming in. Youâre dancing on a table, your erection perfectly obvious in your slutty tights. Maybe if you dance sexily enough, youâll be the first gogo boy to get a tip big enough to get a private room. Fuck, you love partying all night, every night.
WishMaster? Do you think you could help me out? My boyfriend has been playing a lot of action video games and those always have a really hot hunky hero in them. I heard him say something about wishing he had a hot action hero man as his boyfriend. So⊠I was wondering if you could turn me into a super hot hunky action hero for him?
Action Hero
With the snap of my fingers you feel yourself change, your skinny body quickly packs on muscle so quick that it knocks you unconscious. When you awake your body feels so foreign to you, you lift your arms which are huge, your chest looks massive, your pecs so large you can't see anything past them, you have to go to a mirror to see the abs and ass you now sported. Covered in tight clothes you wanted to strip for a better look.
But dammit you were late, you needed to be on set to film todays action sequence. That's fine, that way you'll work yourself up and be able to rush home and rail your boyfriend, he loved the was you worked yourself up after an action packed day on set. You'd get a good look of yourself then. You rushed off to work, damn you loved your life.
Changes Happen All The Time. You're Just Aren't Aware Of It
"Here's a long transformation story to keep up with my debt." - Uncle Lee
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Finally, graduation. Ron and Paul had finally finished college and it was time for the childhood friends to come back to their home town. The two were unseparable every since childhood. Until they were college, they both went to the same university, taking the same course, living in the same dorm room.
On this day, it's was time to bring all their stuff back home. Paul is already done with his, with Ron driving him back and forth, so this time, it was Paul's time to help Ron bring all his stuff back.
"Eyes on the road, man. I swear you're going off the road" Paul tapped his buddy as he continue fidgeting with his phone.
Paul is your averarage college senior. Although wanting to build muscles, his studies get in the way, making him stay on an average build. Not too skinny, yet not that fat. Although his studies matter so much, he never backs down from adventures especially when it's with Ron.
"Yeah, well. We're basically in a deserted area. No cars, no buildings, and frankly, I don't think I'll hit something either way." Ron argued, still listening to Paul and makes sure the van is on he right lane.
Ron on the other hand can be mistaken for a stereotypical jock bro if only he's not known for being one of the top notchers in the university, and also maybe because of his rectangular glasses. He is lean with muscle and he lives showing off both his brain and brawn. He has an average amount of body hair on his face, chest, arms, and legs, which most of the time were kept trimmed.
Both had been long good friend despite differences especially with preferences. A very inseparable pair.
"I'm honestly kinda thirsty. Think we can find some place to buy drinks around here?" Ron followed, eyeing for any buildings in the horizon.
"I bet not." Paul answered. "I can find you some water from the back if you want."
"Naw.. We already drank them all. Thought we only had two of our own bottles." Ron replied.
"Alright, let's see..." Paul went to his map app and scanned for any shop the map app, and sure enough one suddenly appeared.
Paul could've sworn that wasn't there before, but eh, it's probably just because we didn't zoom in enough.
"Here's one, just a few more kilometers away." Paul showed Ron.
Ron drove to the location of the said shop and lo and behold, there was one shop just along the road in the middle of nowhere.
They parked on the edge of the road in front of the shop, turned the van off and went out together. As Paul checked the condition of their van, Ron walked near the store.
"Hey, I'll go ask for some water. You can wait for me out here" Paul said.
"Yeah, sure. I'll just check if we're still good here." Ron replied, tapping on the van's hot wheels.
As Paul walked near the shop, he started to feel all tingly and weird. As if he's entering a separate dimension of some sort through a force field. A large sign is placed just above the wooden door.
"The Shift Shop" Paul read.
Without anymore hesitation, Paul proceeds and marvelled at the view of the inside.
Through he wooden door, it wasn't like anything from the outside. It felt like one of the shops you see in your favorite fantasy movies. There were areas with sparkling contraptions, a flying phoenix roaming the store, small fireworks exploding in different colors, it all looked magical.
Paul closed the door and proceeded deeper. It may seem magical, but there were shelves displaying products as if it's Walmart. Paul saw food, hygiene products, electronics, dairy, snacks, and anything you may imagine. There was even an area for clothes and accessories. Paul was too much in awe that he forgot what he came in for.
Soon, he reached the counter. A bell on top of it rang automatically to acknowledge his presence and to notify the owner that a visitor had come by, almost too automatic to look like it has a life of its own.
"Just a moment!" Paul heard a deep voice coming from behind the curtain across the other side of the counter, although he swear the voice spoke of a different language, probably Korean, yet somehow he understood it automatically.
The bell rang again, rushing the man to come out as soon as possible. "Told you, Bell, to wait for a moment! I'm... you know what nevermind." The man spoke again and Paul confirmed it was Korean, yet he understood.
The man finally walked out of the curtain, and Paul gasped at the fair skinned Asian hunk wearing a thick-framed glasses. He was topless with a messy wet hair, wearing only a long beige dress pants, buckled with a black belt.
"Apologies, but my bell is always so eager to have me come and greet my visitors. I just finished taking a bath and, yeah I guess it's evident." The man spoke, this time in English. As he finish speaking, he wears the white plain shirt he was holding, "Welcome to the Shift Shop. I'm guessing this is your first time?"
"Y-Yeah. It's honestly... amazing here." Paul managed to mutter.
"Thanks, that's centuries of good work." The man chuckled, "I'm the owner of the shop, Timotheo Lee, or you can just call me Uncle Lee."
"Uncle?" Paul chuckled. The man does not look like he's old enough to be his uncle, nor be anyone's uncle anyway. He seem to be just around 25, and those youthful muscle and smooth skin did all the talking. "Is that a pen name or something?"
"Oh, I'm not kidding about the century thing. I'm older than what you think." Uncle Lee smirked.
"Really?" Paul didn't bother lengthening the discussion about his age. The shop itself already seemed so unreal. The man could even be a older than how many centuries he guess. Instead, his eyes roamed around the room.
Uncle Lee chuckled once more and moved closer to her customer. "Seems like you're looking for something, I mean you proceeded deeper into my shop. You're thirsty for something magical, aren't you?"
Paul laughed. "I'm honestly just 'thirsty' thirsty" He replied, "But something magical doesn't seem like a bad idea."
Uncle Lee tapped on his bell "Jules!" He called out and suddenly a short nerdy suited up staff appeared from thin air.
"S-Sir!" Jules replied, stuttering.
"Guide our new visitor to some areas he might fancy" Uncle Lee winked at Jules.
Jules seemed to almost melt just by his boss's wink. He made a soft 'aww' right after the man did so. "Y-Yes, sir!" Jules gave a salute and invited Paul to some part of the shop.
---
Paul had roamed around longer than he expected. He tried a bunch of testers and witnessed different kinds of magic while in the store, all of which Jules let Paul try on him.
There were fruits that turn people older or younger. There were gadgets that help you fulfil your wishes. There were literally a lot to see, but soon enough Paul stopped by a certain product that catched his eyes.
"A jade necklace?" Paul asked.
"Oh, not just any jade necklace" Jules said in a deep rumbling voice. Throughout all the testing, Jules ended up with a body of a 40 year old body builder with dog ears and tails that matches his white hair. "It's the Necklace of Names."
"Necklace of Names?" Paul repeated.
"Necklace of Names" Jules repeated back. "It's supposed to make the wearer able to change whoever he calls in a different name, and the other person will never know the changes!" Jules exclaimed. "Let's have this for an example: I'm wearing the necklace and I called you by any name aside from your actual name, for instance, I called you 'gramps'. You'll turn into a grandpa version of yourself!" Jules explained. "Or if I call you by a name of a famous actor, or someone I know, that'll automatically change you to that person. It's honestly best if you an try it yourself."
Jules takes the necklace and brought it to Paul's hand.
"And the person I change won't notice a thing?" Paul asked for confirmation while looking at the green pendant the necklace has.
"They certainly wont and their mind and personality will also adapt," Jules answered. "And in most cases, reality also adjusts, but you still have to be careful".
"If it's magic, bet it has some sort of consequences once I started using this, no? I mean just like in the movies" Paul asked
Jules nodded "Exactly." He said, "But if you wanna try it on just like what you did to the other products, don't worry, we had the consequence feature turned off when it's just for testing. But for this specific bad boy..." Jules tapped on he necklace. "I honestly don't think you'll consider it a consequence. Bet you'll even like it. I can tell you what it is unless you like surprises."
"Surprises, huh." Paul looked at the necklce and back to Jules "Yeah, I'm up for surprises. I'll figure it out on my own"
"Great! So a keeper?" Jules smiled.
"A keeper."
Paul was convinced already and didn't even have to try it on Jules. They walked back to the counter and paid.
"Mhmm. The Necklace of Names." Uncle Lee sang. "You have a great taste." He looked at me and back at the necklace. "That would be a dollar."
A dollar? That's so cheap for this quality and he expected more. Paul brought his wallet from his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars and placed it on the counter.
"This shouldn't be just a dollar. It even looks expensive." Paul remarked.
"Oh, Paul. It's alright. It really is just a dollar." Uncle Lee nodded and adjusted his glasses. "This shop does not really run from profit. This exchange is merely just like signing a contract by barter." He continued. "I prefer to know you're enjoying the magic than earning money from the magic."
Paul stared at Uncle Lee and his eyes lit it.
"And you know, I choose my customers well. I know you'll do great with our items." Paul smiled.
"Thank you." Paul smiled by the compliment. He's starting to understand why Jules reacts all shy around him.
"Anyways, I'll keep the other dollar. You best be on your way to your trip, and you, Jules..." Uncle Lee trailed off, looking at the silver fox hunk Jules had turned into. "Let's come to the back. I have to do something with that thick ass of yours" He winked at Jules and then waved goodbye to Paul. "Take care, Paul."
---
Paul left the store with a smile. He really had paid for the necklace with just a dollar. He decided to put it on and walked back to the van.
There was Ron, now holding 2 big bottles of water he got somewhere.
"Dude, where did you go? What took you so long?" Ron has his eyebrow furrowed, all while taking a drink from his water.
"Ah! Right. I forgot to buy-"
"Already did that, man. I was looking for you inside the store and you weren't there. Where did you go?" Ron asked again.
"I was inside the sh-" Paul turned back to look at the shop, but gasped at what he saw.
The shop was different now. Gone with the big signage and the wooden door. It turned into a regular off-the-road convenience store. Paul kept his mouth shut and looked back to Ron.
"Let's get back on the road. It's getting dark." Ron commanded and they both went back in the van.
---
It has been a few minutes and they've finally reached a populated area, and Paul still couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It was obviously not any hallucination since the necklace he bought is still hanging on his neck. Nevertheless, he'd want to try the necklace out, but to whom?
"You're unusually quiet. What's up?" Ron snapped Paul back to reality. "We passed by a lot of interesting sights earlier and you didn't even reacted like how you would."
"Nothing. Just thinking." Paul excused.
"Whatever it is, I ain't the type to just let my buddy stay silent throughout the drive. Whatchu wanna do?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, really." Paul replied, "Don't worry about it."
"Naww. C'mon." Ron then chuckled. "You know I'm not that type to pretend like I ain't seeing you're out of your usual mood."
It's really hard for Ron to endure that, and as much as he can, he tends to joke around just to make Paul laugh. And as for Paul, those damn words. It always was what reminds him of things he can never let go.
Paul always had a big crush on his childhood friend. Although he never had trully opened up to Ron about it because of the fear of losing his friend. Because of that, he always had to push those thoughts away to preserve their friendship, yet it's really hard when your friend is all affectionate like this.
"You wanna jerk off?" Ron smirked.
"What? No! Where did that come from?" Paul jumped from his seat. His heart beating too fast.
"Come on~ My bestfriend just needs a little bit of release~" Ron teased. He was joking. Paul knows that. It always had been a joke. "I'll stroke that dick if I were you. It's just the two of us anyway."
"Oh, shut up, Ron!" Paul laughed.
"What? If you don't want to, I'll stroke it for you." Ron giggled, jokingly placing a hand on Paul's thigh, immitating some stereotypical dumb jock asking for some bro time with his buddy.
"Stop that, you horny dumb jock-" Paul eye's widened as he finish his sentence. He snapped his head back to Ron as Ron suddenly groaned.
The van started to slow down until they stopped on the side of the road. Paul's eyes widened as he realized what he had just done. Ron was changing. The necklace was doing its job.
"U-Urgh..." Ron groaned as he stretched his body, his hand still on Paul's thigh, which was now massaging it. "Fuck, bro..."
Bro. Ron was turning into a "Horny Dumb Jock" he just called him.
Ron's muscles started to morph itself, changing his build in one way or another. His body hair started to disappear to look like they're cleanly shaven away. Tattoos apeared around his body, and he can feel it. The muted pain of tattoo needles crawled around his body, but it wasn't really that painful to him. It was pleasurable. Ron started to move his other hand around his body, feeling every skin. Pinching his nipple through his t-shirt, then feeling his abs inside, then moving it to paw his growing hard on. All the while his other had was roaming around Paul's thigh. Ron's clothes started to change. His shirt darkened and shifted to a tanktop, loose enough to show his chest. His glasses disappeared, and a cap formed on his head. His eyebrows furrowed harder as his old memories gets replaced by new ones. He's a horny dumb jock. He spend all his day fucking, masturbating, and jocking out. All the knowledge of a top notcher disappeared. His memories with Paul did not disappear, though some parts like their dynamics, their hobbies together, changed. Soon enough, Ron finished changing, physically and mentally.
"Fuck, bro. I really..." The newly jockified Ron groaned. "I really need to bust one out. I..."
Paul was left speechless. He did it. He accidentally used the necklace on Ron. He doesn't know how to feel about this, but there he stared at his childhood friend-slash-crush.
Ron moved his hand back to his crotch, pawing at his hard on that seemed to have grown than its original size. His other hand, still on Paul's thigh, squeeze it.
Paul was turned on and don't know why. He noticed his cock also hard in his pants, and Ron, squeezing his thigh, is making it more arousing.
"I need to... urgh.... jerk off." Ron grunted, like it is very urgent for him to release. "C-Can I?" Ron looked at Paul.
They stared at each other. Paul felt his heart beat faster than ever. At some point Paul wants to join Ron, but he's trying all his best not to.
"R-Ron...nnie" Paul tried to call on Ron, but for some reason, he called him Ronnie. He never called him that, but it seems automatic.
It was the necklace's work. Each change also gives the other person a new name. This is to have it easy for the owner to turn the other person back to their original body. And for this instance, Ron had just turned into a horny jock named Ronnie.
"Y-Yeah, go on. I-I don't mind, R-Ronnie." Paul stuttered.
"Yeah... No homo, bro, alright?" Ronnie said while pulling down on his shorts, revealing his hard cock. "Fuck..."
Paul stared at Ronnie as he jerked off. Ronnie still carressing Paul's thigh as he do so. "Yeah... No homo..." Paul repeated, staring at Ronnie's cock.
It was his first time seeing Ronnie's cock after years. Although it seems like this version of Ron has a bigger dick than the original.
The van was filled with loud sensual moans. Paul watched Ronnie's pecs bounce as he stroke his cock. Ronnie looks so hot when his face contort everytime he finds his own pleasure spots. Soon enough, Ronnie was near.
"F-Fuck, bro. I'm gonna-" Ronnie stroke faster, and he gripped harder on Paul's thigh. "I'm gonna cum!"
Ronnie came loads of cum all over his shirt, some of them landing on his cap, almost making a big mess on his van.
"O-Oh... Shit.... That feels sooo good." Ronnie limps down, taking deep breaths as he chuckle and looked back to Paul. Ronnie removed his shirt and used it to wipe all his cum off his body and his cap, and Paul had a good look on his hunky body. Ronnie noticed and smirked.
"You seem like you're hard too, bro." Ronnie eyed Paul's cock, which Paul hid on cue. "Naw, bro. You know we can be this comfortable to each other." Ronnie smiled at him. "Want me to help you out?" He asked, moving one hand back to his knee, moving up to his thigh
Paul's eyes widened. "N-No. I'm alright, Ronnie."
"You sure? You can always say No Homo anyway?" Ronnie's face gave a mild frown. "I told you if anything to make my bro happy, I'll do it."
"I-It's fine."
"Aight, suit yourself."
And they continued their drive with Ronnie, shirtless, and Paul's cock, hard.
---
The rest of the drive gave Paul the opportunity to experiment on his friend. In the last 30 minutes, Paul decided to experiment more. Ron had turned into a dad, a freshman, a foreigner, and other stuff Paul managed to trigger as they converse. Satisfied and almost near their destination, Paul reverted Ron back to his original body just by calling him again in his real nickname "Ron".
Upon arriving at Ron's house, Paul could've sworn Ron had been stealing glances from him more than usual. While they we're fixing stuff, it's often for Paul to find out Ron is lost in deep thoughts. He had caught Ron staring at him, sometimes adjusting the collar of his shirt, and even his underwear.
By sunset, they are almost finished putting everything in place in Ron's room. Both Paul and Ron were left sweaty due to carrying a bunch of stuff from the van to the house.
"I gotta take a quick break." Ron said as he took his shirt off and dropped them on the side. "Could you bring the last box in?" Ron asked Paul as he sat on the chair.
"Yes, sir" Paul answered.
"Damn, that could be another trigger. " He tought to himself.
What he called him as a little vague. Ron could turn either a very well respected dad, or his professor, or someone that can dominate him in bed. As he looked back to where Ron was sitting, there he saw the new man.
Before the new Ron could speak, Paul's eyes widened and hurried himself out the room and grabbed the last remaining box. His friend, his crush, turned into one heck of a dreamboat.
Reaching the living room, Paul came to he box. It was a big box that should be carried by two people, but Paul managed to carry it himself. Although struggling, he carried it to the room.
It was hard for Paul to carry the box in while walking forward, so Paul had to turn his back and walk backwards into the door frame.
"Excuse me, this thing's heav-" Paul exclaimed as he struggled.
"Wait, lemme take care of-"
The new Ron said in a soft deep voice as he rushed to Paul's aid, but before he managed to do so, Paul tripped.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed and ran to catch Paul, only to fall too and both of them and the box on the floor, Paul lying on top of Ron.
"You okay, kid?" Ron asked, holding onto Paul.
"Sorry, sir." Paul replied.
Paul felt something on his back, growing hard. He heard Ron clear his throat, and so he looked up to see Paul, blushing.
"S-Sir, I can feel your..."
"S-Sorry!" Ron pushed Paul off his body and slid up to sit. "I-I..."
Paul sat down to face Ron. He can see Ron's huge cock straining against his gray shorts, just enough for Paul to get hard himself too. They stared at each other's cocks then to each other's eyes. Then in one quick movement, they were kissing.
Paul broke the kiss, shying away from his indirect confession. "F-Fuck. I'm sorry." He said. "That was very impulsive."
"It's alright." Ron said, still looking at Paul's eyes. He smiled and grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to his chest.
"S-Sir..." Paul's eyes widened.
"It's fine, Paul. I want this too."
Paul melted as Ron spoke in his deep sensual voice. It was a very reassuring but sexy baritone voice coming out from the mouth of this sexy hunk his friend had turned into
"Can I?" Ron motioned to move closer.
Paul nodded and welcomed Ron. Ron slided closer to Paul and started feeling his body s he kiss him on the neck. Paul shivered as Ron finds every pleasure spots in his body. Ron took Paul's shirt off and kissed his chest, coming to a nipple. All the effort of hiding how he liked his bestfriend broke down. It was just he and him enjoying the moment.
"A-Ah!" Paul moaned. "That feels so good."
"You like that?" Ron's eyes gleamed as he ask.
"Yes, sir." Paul nodded, putting both of his hands on Ron's face.
"Call me, Russel. Paul." He requested. "I'm not your teacher anymore"
Russel. That's Ron's name in this body of a hunk. So happened that he is his professor. Former, actually. Russel was doing a great job in making Paul feel good. Both of their cocks are basically stone hard and Paul had been wanting release even before they arrived to Russel's home. Russel pulled Paul's shorts off and marveled at the cock in front of his face.
"Wow, you have a big cock..." Russel said which made Paul chuckle.
"You think? Yours is even bigger." Paul stroked Russel's cock through his shorts and made him groan.
Russel took his shorts off too, finally letting Paul see this thick hairy cock. Paul grabbed on Russel's balls and played with it before stroking his cock again.
Russel moved closer to Paul's cock. "Can I...?" Russel asked.
"Please." Paul pulled Russel's head to his cock.
Russel went straight in, sucking Paul with all his might. The room once again was filled with mostly Paul's moans. His former childhood friend, now a hunky former professor is sucking his cock so eagerly. He's almost near and he's practically begging for release.
"Sir... Russel, I'm gonna."
"Not yet." Russel stood up and carried Paul onto the bed, sitting.
Paul expected that they'll fuck. He stared at Russel's thick hard cock and shivered at the thought of how painful can it be to have that in his ass.
"W-Wait. I can't take you. You're too big!" Paul pushed on Russel.
"Who said you're the one who's gonna be fucked? Russel grinned.
Paul's eyes once again widened as Russel climed onto his cock and sat on it. Without any hesitation, Russel pushed his ass down to Paul's cock.
"A...urgh!" Both of then groaning in pleasure
"You feel so good..." Russel whimpered.
"Y-You're so tight!" Paul moaned.
Russel groaned louder as Paul pushed and hat hit his prostate. "A-Ah! Sh..." Russel then moved, riding on Paul's cock.
It was too much to handle for Paul. The hunky professor is riding his cock. He's fucking a hunk. He then motioned to kiss Russel once more as they move. Paul holds onto Russel's cock as he strokes him. Paul lied down and Russel followed. He brought his feet onto he bed and started humping Russel himself.
"I-I'm close!" Russel exclaimed.
"Y-Yeah?" Paul smirked.
"Ah... Ah! I'm gonna cum!" Russel moaned hard.
"Cum for me, Russel!"
Soon, Russel came all his load onto Paul. Some hitting his face. Paul didn't stop thrusting his cock in Russel. He went faster and soon...
"I... I'm gonna cum too..." Paul said.
Russel moved and licked Paul's nipple, driving Paul insane.
"Y-Yeah! More! I'm gonna cum!"
Paul moaned and finally, he released into Russel's ass. They moved for one more kiss, and once they broke, they chuckled at each other.
Paul pulled out. Both panting and grasping for air.
"So..." Paul trailed off
"So...?" Russel followed
Paul paused or a moment. The power he got from the Necklace of Names was great. It seemed like he almost live in every fantasy he can think of, but then again, what about his friend Ron?
He looked at Russel. This was Russel, his former professor in this new reality. He may have been his friend a moment ago, but it was all Russel who made a move on him.
It was Ron who he liked, not the dumb horny jock, Ronnie, and most certainly despite being a fantasy-brought-to-life, not this hunky professor, Russel. Paul got lost in that thought. What could even happen if he revert Ron back?
"Uhm... Wanna take a shower with me?" Russel asked, bringing his hand to Paul.
"Yeah, sure."
---
They proceeded to the shower. Russel went in first, testing the temperature, then offering his hand to Paul to guide him in. Russel washed off the cum on of their bodies, then he opened up for a big warm bear hug.
Paul stuck his face in between Russel's chests, still thinking about earlier. Trying to muster up his courage, he asked.
"Do you like me?"
Russel cleared his throat. "Well... I hope it wouldn't be weird to tell you I like you since I am your professor, no? Well... Former."
"No, I meant..." Paul stopped for a moment, then looked up to Russel's eyes, trying all his best to look for Ron in this deep brown eyes. "Do you like me, Ron?"
Russel began to shrink back down. His muscles lessening and his age going back to 22. He's back to Ron, just the regular old Ron.
"I.... I like you, Paul. I really do." Ron's cheeks flushed red, still hugging his friend. "I mean... I always had this feelings for so long... I just didn't think..."
"I like you back?" Paul continued. "I also had this for a very long time too..."
They smiled.
"Ron." Paul called out once again. "I don't know how to phrase this properly, but..."
In his mind, he had kissed Russel, but that was not trully Ron, it was just right to ask one more time, right?
"Can I kiss you?" Paul reached up to Ron's cheeks.
Ron didn't hesitate. He smiled and brought Paul into his lips.
Yet another round for Paul, but it's real this time.
You didnât think much of what heâd said at first. He was just a Grindr hookup, and tops will say literally anything. The message didnât even crack the top 5 weirdest things youâd been sent. But still:
âGonna see you fucked silly.â
It was so specific. Okay, maybe you looked like a bit of a dummy, with your sturdy muscles and habitual smile. But you were getting a doctorate! There was nothing silly about a PhD in Historiography.
âGonna see you fucked silly.â
You looked at the message one last time as you waited rang for him to unlock the door of his building. You rolled your eyes. Bullshit tops.
But as his fat cock penetrated your hole, you started to feel weird. Your thoughts started to slow down and drift away. âWhatâs⊠happening?â you groaned as he bottomed out.
âYouâre getting fucked silly, like all the other guys I top,â the top told you, and shifted inside you. You felt his cock rub up against your prostate and some of your thoughts popped like shiny, glittery soap bubbles.
âNoooo,â you moaned, shocked at how slutty your voice sounded. âI donât wanna be a silly boyyyy.â You were smart, right? You were getting a Historoâ Histrioâ Hisâ a big degree!
âYeah, you do,â said the top, starting to fuck you harder. âYou wanna be a silly bottom boi with big juicy muscles.â
âIâm moooore than a joocy muscle boiiiii,â you moaned, caught between bliss and horror as your whole body lit up from the fucking. More and more of your thoughts, memories, and knowledge slipped out of your grasp and vanished as he kept on fucking. You tried to hold onto things like your high school math class and your favourite show, but they vanished so fast you forgot youâd ever known them.
You felt your brain getting lighter and lighter as everything inside it dissolved and went away. As the topâs rhythm broke down with approaching orgasm, you moaned wantonly and fucked back into him, desperate for stimulation as the last of your smarts vanished.
The top came, and the sensation of him filling you up with his cum ripped away everything that you had left. You spurted all over the bed with an empty-headed groan. The sight of all the globs of cum on the sheets suddenly struck you as hilarious, and you started to laugh. âHuhuhuhuâŠâ
The top pulled out. âAnother happy customer,â he said, patting you on your broad back.
You twerked back at him, feeling empty. You flipped over and grinned up at him. âI wanna go dancingggg,â you whined in your new dumb, slutty voice. âLetâs go partyyyyy.â You were just a dumb, airheaded himbo with bouncy muscles and a goofy personality.
