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He said the dog was out of control, that it was time we got him neutered. I totally disagreed; Jax wasn’t some stray, he was our good boy! Just a little rambunctious, nothing that training and maybe some studding wouldn’t fix. But Jason was hardlined about it. So I made the appointment and took the following week off so I could be home with our soon-to-be-neutered dog. I asked Jason to take the time off, too. However, I wanted Jason to understand what he was really demanding. Fortunately, the Vet and I had a history, and an understanding. The day came, three of us arrived at the Vet’s, and to drive the point home, I asked Jason to sign the paperwork and use his credit card. As soon as the ink was dry and the charge went through I saw Jason sway on his feet and his eyes loose focus. Jax seemed just as out of it. The Vet quickly secured a muzzle on Jax and I stood behind Jason, keeping him upright. In less than a minute both came to. Jason, wide eyed, head swiveling, hands touching everything as he practically tripped over himself exploring the Vet’s office and Jax struggling, whining and pulling, yelping and trying to paw his muzzle off. “NO!” I commanded, and both Jax and Jason stood startled. “This is what you wanted, remember?” And with the expert handling of an experienced Vet, Jax was hoisted up and whisked to the operating room. Jason, was very excited all while saying nothing and it took me a minute to get his attention and give him a good scratch behind the ears, a quick belly rub and coo to him “You’re my special boy! Yes, you are!” and just like that he was excited, but obedient and well-behaved for the rest of the office visit. They brought out Jax, very woozy from the general anesthetic, and we loaded him into the car. Jason looked at Jax and then at me with a confused and furrowed brow but a quick rub under the chin and he was right as rain. We got home, I let Jason out to play in the backyard and to re-smell and re-mark everything, while I waited for Jax to come to. Once he did I explained everything. This would only be until the check-up visit, just until next weekend. He groaned, but seemed resigned. We both had the week off, everyone knew we’d be home with the dog, the plan was foolproof. No risks. That was on Saturday, March 28th. By Tuesday, everything shut down. The Vet couldn’t see patients. Its been nearly 7 months. I decided to train Jason in “how to be a human man”, I figured I needed to in case something came up or someone started asking questions. He learned quickly, although speaking took some time. He has a little bit of a batman voice now, deeper and gruffer than before. Its kind of hot. Jax took longer to learn “how to be a good boy” but he got it eventually. It took him awhile to be able to do his business in front of the neighbors on our daily walks. Jason still isn’t a fan of clothes and will only wear what he absolutely must. Jax surprisingly likes collars and leashes; he now has a growing collection which we choose together on amazon. I have to describe the colors to him though. Jason’s job let him go, so I decided to put his good looks, great body, and boundless energy to use. I made an onlyfans for him. It was good to have somewhere he could focus all his energy towards. On 4th of July weekend, I finally broke and let Jason fuck me. Three months of no sex, quarantined with my incredibly handsome boyfriend, who always had wood and was always sniffing my butt was too much for me. That morning he taught me that animals know how to do somethings better than people ever could. Jax watched, like a stone statue, just sitting and watching. It felt so weird, but Jason was moving and thrusting and rolling inside of me, creating sensations I didn’t have words for, with speed and stamina that overwhelmed me again and again. After that, I couldn’t stop. He was my stud. It had been and continues to be the best sex of my life. Jason and I use to be verse, but since the 4th I think I’ve become a total bottom He mounts me at least twice a day now, if its a really frisky day, we can push for six. Its almost October now and I have a new problem. I just got a text from the Vet saying they will be opening soon and they have Jax listed as one of their first appointments. I don’t know what to do. Everyone seems alright in their new roles. I’m thinking of rescheduling, or maybe… just canceling?

[harbing]

Hot boy

[fattystoriez]

Trent was an only child raised by just his father. His mother had left his father for a richer man when Trent was only 8 years old. Trent and his father were very close before Trent left for college right out of high school on a basketball scholarship. Trent hadn’t visited for the holidays, which made Trent feel guilt for leaving his father all alone, with only a little communication back and forth. So Trent decided to go back home for Spring break, his father had presumably found a partner who really wanted to meet Trent, he was excited to see his father was doing well.

Trent arrived home and walked right in, announcing himself. “Hello? Dad?? Anybody home?!” As Trent walked in the house was a mess, junk food trash everywhere. Trent’s father was usually healthy… Trent couldn’t imagine his dad ever touching any junk food. There was a smell of musk and piss, stained jockstraps all over the place.

Trent makes it to he living room which was a major source of the smell, his dad was sitting in a chair in the living room. He looked wildly different, his healthy average hairless body seemed to have ballooned into a fat guy topped by a set of tits. He was bald now, a spotted a heady beard. He has a cigar in his mouth, one that seemed to have just been lit.

“Welcome home Piggy, I’ve missed you so much.” Trent’s dad opened his arms stretched out for a hug.

Trent was taken a back… how could this be his father? This man was a fat disgusting slob, the complete opposite of his dad. “Dad? What happened to you?”

“So this is the Piggy I’ve heard so much about!” A giant fat man walked in, wearing only his camouflage underwear. He was graying, definitely older than Trent’s father. His bulge was massive, the tip soaked in pre-cum. He walked right up to Trent and put his hand on his arm “You’re quite the skinny guy, not nearly plump enough to be a pig.”

Trent pushed away “What the fuck? Dad what’s going on here… who is this disgusting man?!” Trent’s head started to feel light, he was starting to get dizzy.

“It’s daddy for now on pig, and this is your paw. I met him at the bar a couple months ago” Hiw could these changes happen in a just a few months? “He told me he could make my life better and help me get you back home.” Trent’s father blew out a plume of smoke into his son’s face.”

Paw got behind Trent and pulled his shirt off “this will give you some room piggy” Trent was so confused, but oddly getting very horny. Paw got Trent in his knees, whipped out his fat cock and huge balls. “I’m so full piggy, time to fattened up this hog!” Paw forced his cock into Trent’s mouth.

After not a few pumps down Trent’s throat Paw was ready to bust his load into Trent’s mouth. It was like his balls has gallons of cum, causing Trent to feel full.

Trent’s body filled out with lard covering his once slender, lean body. His stomach pushed out and jiggled with soft fat, starting to form rolls on his body. “Ughnnnn” Trent moaned as he groped his fat body. “What’s are you doing to me?!” Trent was starting to get hard. Trent was trying to fight away, stop this from happening, but he was beginning to give in.

Paw and Daddy began to play with Piggy’s fattening body, they start to push into his soft rolls. Daddy began to shove junk food like pizza, doughnuts and shakes into Piggy’s mouth.

Piggy’s underwear started morphing into a black jockstrap, his blubbery body hanging over his waist. Piggy grew a full beard that showcased the milkshake staying around his mouth. Piggy’s body had become so huge, so far from the lean body he had moments prior.

What was once a college basketball player, is now a Piggy for his fat slobbish daddies to force to grow fatten and fatter. Trent sometimes makes it to the surface, his horror of being so huge and disgusting later turned into a grotesque horniness. There was no more Trent, only Piggy.

[misctf]

Christmas Revenge

For Scott and his girlfriend Holly, the past year had been nothing short of magical. As the manager of his family’s Christmas tree farm, Scott enjoyed sharing his love for the holiday with anyone he met. And when Holly visited from the big city, he was happy to share it with her too. But Scott could’ve never imagined that their initial interactions would lead to a serious relationship. Holly left her job at a new tech company to come be with Scott and help on the farm. But while things seemed great, Holly insisted that Scott be careful. It wasn’t just her job that she left, but her boyfriend as well. Jared founded the tech company and didn't appreciate being rejected. But Scott brushed Holly off- besides, he was a beast of a man. He could handle Jared if he ever looked to cause trouble.

So a year passed without incident and Scott couldn’t help but forget Holly’s warnings. And as she gave him a kiss goodbye and headed out to start prepping for the holiday party down at the farm, Scott couldn’t help but think he was the luckiest guy on earth. But his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock at the door. Not thinking much of it, he continued getting ready, until another more forceful knock forced his hand. He opened the door to see who it was, only to be met by nothing but an unmarked package on the ground. Scott raised an eyebrow, looking around to see if he could see whoever delivered it. But without any luck, he shrugged and proceeded to bring the box inside, setting it down on the table.

“Wasn’t expecting anything.” He murmured to himself, quickly going about opening the strange box, “What the fuck...?” Scott frowned as he lifted what he could only assume was some type of costume- a gray bodysuit, “Who would send this?” He wondered aloud, placing the gray suit back in the box.

But Scott had bigger concerns- he needed to get ready for the party. He quickly stripped and stepped into the shower, enjoying the warm water that caressed his body. He rubbed soap through the hairs on his muscular chest and along his sore biceps. And as he enjoyed his shower, he heard something shuffling from just beyond the curtain. But when he pulled it back to inspect, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The gray body suit was standing on its two legs and shambling towards him weakly. But when it “saw” it’s apparent target, it leapt at Scott with such force that it knocked the man to the ground.

Scott attempted to wrestle with it, using the strength he had built up over the years to resist the lifeless suit. But he watched in terror as one of the suit’s legs opened up and wrapped around his muscular calf. He winced in pain as he felt a burning sensation emanate from where it made contact and he watched in horror as more of the suit wrapped around his meaty thighs.

“Get the fuck off me!” He shouted, attempted to push the suit off of him.

But the suit was quick, and Scott watched as he inadvertently placed an arm within the suit’s. He attempted to pull it out, but the suit quickly locked onto his arm, preventing him from moving it. The suit wasted no time, and puppeted the trapped arm to pin his other arm down. Scott yelled out for help as the suit continued to wrap itself around his body, despite his attempts to break free. Even with all his muscle, the suit itself seemed to have an unfathomable amount of strength.

“Please...” He begged as he felt his muscles tire out.

Now at the complete mercy of the suit, he could only lie there as it wrapped around his other leg and arm. The remainder of the suit opened up and wrapped around his torso and chest, covering him completely in gray. His dick and ass were no exceptions as the tight suit forced his dick against his abdomen. Now nearly fully encased, he felt an intense heat be applied to his skin, as well as a new sensation primarily from his cock and ass. Pleasure maybe? The warmth felt good against his skin now and he let out a low moan as his tired muscles began to relax. But before Scott could fully appreciate these newer sensations, the remainder of the suit began to wrap around his bearded face. His eyes widened before his vision was flooded with gray.

And so Scott remained there, encased in the gray suit as it started to alter his body. He silently moaned as the suit compressed his muscles, shrinking his impressive physique into something much leaner. And it wasn’t just his musculature that was impacted, but his height as well. Inch by inch, he continued to shrink until he was about a foot shorter than where he had started. But for each inch of height lost, his ass expanded an equal amount leading to quite an impressive amount of additional padding. Minutes passed as Scott underwent his metamorphosis but eventually the suit simply dissolved away and disappeared down the drain. Scott moaned and gripped his head, shuddering at the cool air that touched his warm skin. He picked himself up, wobbling slightly as he adjusted to his new proportions.

“Oh god, what the fuck.” Scott said aloud as he finally viewed himself in the mirror, wincing at his newly high pitched voice.

Scott couldn’t even recognize himself. Every physical attribute that had made him the man he was had been removed. His body hair was absent. His musculature reduced to nothing. His dark hair now blond. His skin tan and smooth- not a callous to be found. But what he noticed in particular was his newly plump and jiggly ass- one of the only things that hadn’t been reduced in his transformation. This was nearly too much for the man and he quickly pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that unintentionally highlighted his giant globes. He needed to find Holly and fast, but as he headed out the door to get down to the shop, he felt a pain in the back of his head and his world went dark.

When Scott woke up a few hours later, he found himself in what appeared to be an office building. He quickly looked down at his body and felt his heart sink as he realized the changes were very much real. But now, he wore nothing but a blue thong.

“Ah Scottie.” Scott looked up at the young man who entered the room, “I think we met briefly last year.” Scott shuddered as he realized it was none other than Jared, Holly’s former boyfriend, “Looks like our tech did exactly what it was supposed to, wouldn’t you say?”

“Y-you did this to me?” Scott mumbled.

Jared nodded, his eyes narrowing. He proceeded to explain that his company worked on tech to modify the human body. And when Scott stole Holly from him, all he could think about was bringing him down. How barbaric men like Scott needed to be taught a lesson. And for Jared, taking Scott from a rugged, masculine man to a small helpless twink was the perfect revenge.

“But Scottie, there’s something that bothers me. I want to know why Holly found you attractive. Would you care to educate me?”

Scott wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. To tell him that he was absolutely insane. But before he could say what he wanted to say, he started explaining to Jared why such big sexy muscles were such a turn on. How just the thought of hairy chests and big dicks were enough to get him off. And as Scott continued to listen to himself explain these things and the horrible things he’d let such a man do to him, he realized that he fully meant it. With each word, he felt his ass throb in pleasure with a need for one of these men- a man to slap his ass and use him. By the time he was done, he was nearly drooling in anticipation. Jared smirked.

“You see Scottie, that suit did a whole lot more than give you the body of a depraved gay slut.” He stated, “I’m sure I don’t need to explain that to you.” Scott nodded, barely comprehending his words, “But don’t worry, I know many men who would love to try out your new uh... talents.”

Scott was never the same after that day- unable to go back to the life he once lived. Gone from the world was the small town hunk, replaced with a slut that craved to be manhandled by the type of men he once was. And Jared made sure Scott was well taken care of so that he could focus all his energies on the only thing that mattered to him: pleasing other guys. So Jared was more than happy to provide any support Scottie needed. Besides, for Jared, this was the best Christmas gift he could've asked for.

[fredwkong]

Fucked Silly

You didn’t think much of what he’d said at first. He was just a Grindr hookup, and tops will say literally anything. The message didn’t even crack the top 5 weirdest things you’d been sent. But still:

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

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.

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

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. “What’s… happening?” you groaned as he bottomed out.

“You’re getting fucked silly, like all the other guys I top,” 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.

“Noooo,” you moaned, shocked at how slutty your voice sounded. “I don’t wanna be a silly boyyyy.” You were smart, right? You were getting a Historo— Histrio— His— a big degree!

“Yeah, you do,” said the top, starting to fuck you harder. “You wanna be a silly bottom boi with big juicy muscles.”

“I’m moooore than a joocy muscle boiiiii,” 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 you’d ever known them.

You felt your brain getting lighter and lighter as everything inside it dissolved and went away. As the top’s 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. “Huhuhuhu…”

The top pulled out. “Another happy customer,” he said, patting you on your broad back.

You twerked back at him, feeling empty. You flipped over and grinned up at him. “I wanna go dancingggg,” you whined in your new dumb, slutty voice. “Let’s go partyyyyy.” You were just a dumb, airheaded himbo with bouncy muscles and a goofy personality.

You’d been fucked silly.

[vugcehkvcfbk]

Think Pink

It’s impossible to find a decently priced apartment in this town. These last few years, it feels like all the prices have doubled. And sure, maybe it’s a great investment, but I’m a twenty-six year old bro who’s just trying to make life work.

I’m not doing it alone. I’ve got Jesse, my heterosexual life partner. He’s a great friend and roommate,. He’s got a steady job as a cook, so he always pays the rent on time. I’m a personal trainer – the money isn’t as good, but I get to spend a lot of time coaching the ladies on how to use weights correctly.

I like being a trainer. Ladies always need help, and I like any exercise that gets their glutes pumped. I’m an ass man, and I’m not subtle.

We lost our last place when the landlord kicked us out so his daughter could move in. I thought about hooking up with her, but she was a real ugly duckling. Besides, like I said, Jesse’s my bro.

We were looking for a two bedroom. Two bathrooms if we could. Close enough to the bars that I could still bring girls home. And dude… there was literally nothing available for less than $2000 a month.

After about a week of searching, Jesse texted me this sketchy website. It didn’t seem legit – the web design had some serious ‘1995’ energy to it. Did you ever see the old Space Jam site? It looked something like that.

But it had new listings. Jesse found an apartment that was close to downtown. Two bedrooms. Only one bathroom, but whatever. For $1200 a month, I’ll share a bathroom.

We called the number and I was kinda surprised it was still available. When we got there to have a look, I was even more surprised. It’s a nice building, even if it is a little old. The place was huge compared to our old apartment. The only real problem was… this is silly, but the master bedroom had one wall painted bright pink.

“Dude, this is your room,” I joked, giving Jesse a punch on the arm.

“Fuck that,” Jesse winced. “It’s bigger. You should take it.”

“Bro, I’d never get laid again,” I laughed. “When was the last time you even brought a girl home?”

“Twice this week?” Jesse said, rolling his eyes.

“Exactly. You never hook up,” I insisted.

“I don’t wanna live in a pink room,” Jesse whined. “Girls are gonna think I’m gay or whatever.”

I glanced over at the realtor. She was a foxy lady in her thirties.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with the queers,” I said magnanimously. “We’re open minded.”

She pretended like I hadn’t said anything.

“For real, we should find another apartment,” Jesse pushed. “I don’t think either of us are really comfortable with this one, and we’ll find something else.”

“We’ve got two weeks til we gotta move,” I said. “Dude, I don’t think we’re gonna find another deal. Not as good as this.”

The realtor gave a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she said, leaning against a wall. “I’ve just heard this conversation a couple of hundred times. This place has been on the market for months, and it’s because of that stupid wall. Here… I’m not supposed to say this kind of stuff, but… you know you can just paint, right? Any colour you want. It might take you a few coats to cover up the monstrosity in there, but this apartment is half the price it should be.”

“I mean… I guess we could paint,” Jesse said, warming to the suggestion.

“You should,” the realtor moaned. “Look, if I didn’t own my condo already, I’d rent the place myself. We reduced the price so much. This is the best deal in town.”

“Okay, so we paint,” Jesse agreed. “I think you’re right, I definitely get the big room.”

“Whoa,” I put up my hand. “We should talk about that. Why should you get the better room, just cause I made a stupid joke.”

We argued about it while the realtor fished a contract out of her briefcase. Eventually I gave in and told Jesse he could take the damn room – the price was right, and mine was plenty big too.

She was stoked when we signed the lease.

“Alright guys, you’re gonna love this place,” she said, shaking both our hands. “Now, I’m going to go buy myself a drink. I fuckin’ deserve it.”

“How about I buy you that drink?” I asked. I’m pretty smooth.

“Some other time buckaroo,” she laughed. “You’ve got moving to do.”

We didn’t paint it right away. After moving all our stuff we were so exhausted that we just threw on a movie and drank a couple beers.

“Enjoy your pretty pink wall,” I teased as we both left for bed.

“First thing tomorrow bro,” Jesse laughed. “You and me are gonna paint that shit over.”

The next morning I woke up first. It was a couple hours before Jesse stumbled out for his shower.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” I joked. “Did the pink keep you up all night?”

“Mmmm…” Jesse mumbled. “It’s actually not so bad. Looked kinda cool this morning.”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” I laughed. “You’re such a fuckin’ fag.”

Jesse ignored me and went for his shower. I expected we’d spend half the day trying to paint over the thing, but Jesse never even suggested it. I guess maybe he actually liked the wall?

But the next morning it got weird.

When Jesse stumbled out of his room, the first thing I noticed was his ass. I’m not gay – it was just impossible to miss. Jesse’s always been your average bro. A little heavy on the beer, not enough time in the weight room. But looking at his ass, you’d think the dude spent his life at the squat rack.

“Holy shit bro,” I laughed, not even trying to hide my stare. “What happened?”

“Huh?”

“Your ass! Dude, you can’t pretend like you don’t know.”

“Oh that,” Jesse laughed. “Yeah, I’m wearing that pair of sweats Melissa bought me last year. I dunno why I never tried em before, but yeah, they make my ass look great, huh?”

“You’re such a fuckin’ fag,” I laughed.

But seriously, I spend half my life inside a gym. I don’t care if you wear baggy jeans or a pair of fitted sweats, I can tell someone’s build at a glance and that ass was HUGE. Honestly, it kinda freaked me out.

Somehow, the next morning, it got even weirder.

I was in the kitchen cooking up my famous bacon-and-eggs when Jesse stumbled out of his room.

“Mmm… dude, that smells so good,” he said.

“You want some?” I asked. I had my eyes on the stove, so I hadn’t clued in yet.

“Yeah dude, that’d be great,” he agreed.

“Here, you take the first batch,” I said, sliding the mess onto a plate and spinning around to hand it over. His plate crash landed on the floor, hot bacon grease splattering against my bare feet.

Jesse had pecs. Like… serious, massive, heavy pecs. Instagram worthy pecs. Magazine cover pecs. Holy fuck, those were the pecs I’d wished for my whole life…

And he got them overnight.

“Holy fuck…” I gasped. “Dude, okay, that ass was one thing… but you gotta tell me how you’re doing this!”

“Is it that obvious?” Jesse blushed. “The hair?”

I hadn’t even noticed his hair. Jesse’s hair was typically Italian, pitch black and slicked back. Now it was shorter, spiked up, and platinum blond. But whatever – you wanna be blond, the drugstore’s got you covered.

I wanted to know where he got those pecs.

“No, bro!” I begged. “Those pecs are fuckin’ amazing. C’mon you gotta tell me what you’re taking. I’ve tried it all dude, but I’ve never gotten growth like that. And overnight?”

“Oh, these,” he grinned, flexing first the left and then the right. “Sorry dude, I’m not taking anything. I just woke up and uh… here they are. Just like the ass, I guess. And the hair.”

For just a second I let myself wonder… was there something magic going on here? Something with his room? That fucking pink wall?

But no, that was ridiculous. He had to be on some kind of super steroid. Something top secret or from North Korea or whatever. I had to find out. He sure wasn’t telling.

“Whatever,” I said shakily, trying to sound like I didn’t care. “You’re such a fuckin’ fag.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, flexing them again. “A fag with great tits.”

I was just joking about Jesse being a fag, but maybe it was true.

He kept making these comments at me all morning. Telling me that even though I’m not big like him, I’m still pretty hot. Telling me maybe he’ll get abs like mine next, or a pair of boulder shoulders to match his pecs.

Needless to say, I hid in my room after work.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I really needed to hydrate. I was grabbing water from the kitchen when I heard a weird noise from Jesse’s room. The door was shaking, like it was windy and he’d left the window open. And there was a hissing noise like nothing I’ve ever heard.

I glanced out the window. The trees outside were perfectly still. No wind.

“Hey, dude… everything okay?” I called out. He had to be awake in there. Probably jerking off to his new muscle.

No answer.

I forgot about my water and knocked softly on Jesse’s door. Still, no answer.

So I cracked the door open and looked inside.

Jesse wasn’t there, and that was the least weird thing. It was the pink wall… the glowing, quivering pink wall. It didn’t look like paint anymore. Instead it looked like… I don’t know how else to say this – it looked like socially awkward jello. Quivering and shaking and translucent.

That couldn’t be real. There was no way it was real. It looked like something from the movies.

I stepped forward and reached out my hand. The surface was cold and slimy. I tried to pull away, but sticky pink tendrils stuck where I’d touched it. They wrapped themselves around my hand, playing with me, the same way an octopus plays with a scuba diver.

That didn’t last long. A few seconds later the jello wall shook even harder. The whole mass surged at me, covering me in pink slime and sucking me inside.

It was only a few seconds before I landed on a hard surface. I took a cautious breath. Thank god, I could breath again. I blinked the pink goo out of my eyes and took a look around.

I was standing on a bright yellow platform. It was circular, and I’d been dropped in the exact centre. I didn’t see any trace of the pink jello. The platform wasn’t large – you could probably park a city bus on it, but just barely.

I could see hundreds of other platforms around me, stretching off into the distance. Some were taller or shorter, but all of them were held up by giant yellow poles that vanished into a pink mist below. It reminded me of mushrooms in a foggy forest.

Except these mushrooms were connected. There were slides and spiral ramps and bridges linking them together. I had no idea how far it went – the pink sky and the pink fog blurred together in the distance, and there were platforms as far as I could see.

“What is this place?” I asked out loud. There was no echo, like I’d asked my question from a mountaintop.

I heard a giggle behind me. I spun around and found myself staring down a clown. White painted face. Pink hair. Yellow stripes on his clothing and big floppy pink shoes

“Welcome to the Pink World!” the clown laughed joyfully.

I hate clowns.

“Um… what’s going on?” I asked suspiciously. Maybe he had some answers.

But the damned clown gave me a theatrical shrug and another grin.

“Okay… where’s Jesse,” I asked. If Jesse got sucked through that… whatever it was, maybe he was still nearby.

“I don’t know anyone named Jesse,” the clown laughed, giving me another theatrical shrug. “But I never ask for names!”

“Uh, he’s like…” I tried to describe Jesse. A few days ago I would have said he’s just an average bro.

But now…

“He’s hard to miss,” I said. “Big ass. Bleached blond hair. Massive pecs.”

“Oh!” the clown said with a menacing smile. “The new boy! Yes, he’s just that way!”

The clown pointed at a platform in the distance. I barely got a look before the clown vanished into a puff of butterflies.

Whatever was happening, it definitely wasn’t normal.

I tried to head towards the platform I thought the clown had pointed out, but there was no direct path. Instead I had to pick from three different paths leading off my own platform. Eventually I settled on a zig-zag ramp that was going in roughly the right direction.

The ramp felt slippery under my feet. I went slowly, careful not to fall. It was a long way down to the pink mist, and I didn’t want to die here.

I felt safer when I reached the next platform, but it wasn’t exactly a haven. There was a plant sitting in the middle of the platform, growing right out of the yellow ground. It had light green steps and vibrant pink leaves. It looked sort of like an orchid, but with way more flowers on it.

Each of the flowers was spitting out tiny pink bubbles. They were floating through the air and flying past me. At first I thought they were moving in the breeze, but after a few seconds I realized they were attracted to me, targeting me wherever I went.

I dodged them as best as I could. One or two of them hit my skin. I was shirtless, only wearing a pair of pyjama pants. I wished I had a hazmat suit.

Every time one of them hit, I felt my ass jump and quiver a little. I glanced back in horror… was this where Jesse’s dumptruck ass had come from. I’d fallen through the looking glass, and I was ready to believe in magic.

I don’t need an ass like Jesse, and even if I did, who knows what the side effects were. I thought back to Jesse’s flirty behaviour over the past few days…

If you’re gonna believe in magic, you gotta believe it can turn a man into a fag.

So I dodged the bubbles as fast as I could. Whatever happened to Jesse, it wasn’t gonna happen to me. I was gonna find Jesse and get us the hell out of there.

I stumbled backwards, as far away from the bubble plant as I could get. My foot hit empty air and I screamed as I tumbled off the edge of the platform. Lucky me… I fell down a slide. It twisted and turned as the air rushed past. I was losing all sense of orientation.

But I landed in a net. A big net suspended above another of those yellow platforms. It was filled with balls, like something you might find at a carnival – except, of course, all these balls were different shades of pink.

The balls seemed to cluster around me as I struggled to get free of the net. As I thrashed around I realized – despite the situation – I was having fun! I hadn’t played in a ballpit since I was a kid, and it was bringing back some of that joy.

I laughed and grinned as I jumped up and down in the net, diving into the balls over and over.

As I played, I felt a weird sensation – my own balls were feeling big and bloated. They were brushing up against my legs in a way they never had before. God… I could feel them churning.

I was being changed, but the balls were so much fun! I just didn’t care!

I reached down into my pyjama pants and played with my own balls for a while. They were so full and heavy. My dick was hard too. I was getting so horny, and every second I spent in the ballpit was making me hornier and heavier.

You’re a guy. You know – it’s hard to think when you’re hard.

I probably would have stayed in the ballpit forever. Except the net opened up and dropped me down onto the yellow platform. I stuck my lip out and pouted as the balls bounced off the edge.

Fuck… I was so horny…

I heard a giggle behind me. I dropped my dick and pretended like I hadn’t just been feeling myself up.

“Are you having fun in the Pink World?” the clown asked, chuckling and staring at my dick. My pyjama pants were seriously tented.

“Um…”

“Don’t lie to me,” the clown said, showing his teeth. “I’ll know.”

“Um… yeah, I guess so,” I admitted. “But I’ve got to find my buddy and get outta here. This place is too weird.”

“Too weird?” the clown giggled. “There’s no such thing! But I do think I saw the new boy. Over there!”

He pointed, vanishing into a flock of small birds.

I glanced around… there were ramps and slides pointing off in a couple of directions, but nothing that got me closer to Jesse.

But there was a clicking sound coming from that side of the platform. I crept close to the edge and watched as yellow planks flew into place, creating a rope bridge between me and a nearby platform.

Just what I needed.

I dashed across the bridge. If it could form in a few seconds, it could fall away just as quickly. I was almost across when I heard a snap behind me. The bridge dropped from under my feet. I screamed again, grasping for a handhold.

My shoulder took the brunt of it, but I managed to stop myself. I was hanging from a plank with one arm, and my knuckles were turning white from the effort. Fuck… I’ve been bulking, and I just don’t have the strength to do a one-armed pull-up. I felt myself slipping…

Falling.

Bouncing off a trampoline.

This place was fucking ridiculous.

I crash landed on another platform. This one had a giant flower on it. I glanced around, checking to see if there were any bubbles trying to give my ass a makeover. It looked like I was in the clear.

This plant had one big pink flower on it. As I leaned down, it’s petals unfolded and I saw a giant yellow stamen in the middle. Without warning, it quivered and squirted something into my open mouth.

Salty. Thick. Delicious.

“Mmmm…” I moaned. I’d never tasted anything like that. It was amazing.

And there was more, dripping off the end of the stamen.

I leaned down and took a little lick. It quivered again and let loose with another squirt into my mouth. I swished the liquid around.

I loved it. The taste, the texture… I wanted more.

My heavy balls rumbled as I swallowed.

The plant was short, so I got down on my knees and buried my face inside of it’s flower. I wrapped my mouth around the stamen, licking it in hopes of triggering another squirt of the liquid.

It didn’t take long for the flower to reward me. My mouth was full of the sticky substance. I swallowed fast – it was releasing spurt after spurt of the delicious liquid into my mouth. I wanted to take it all in.

I knew it was changing me again, but I still didn’t care. I just wanted that taste on my tongue. That feeling as it slid down my throat.

I didn’t stop until I was full. I slumped back on the platform, watching sadly as the flower folded its petals back up. A salty burp escaped my throat.

Mmmm… my cock was leaking. I slipped my hand inside my pants, instinctively scooping up the drip of precum. Without thinking, I brought it up to my mouth and licked it my finger clean.

It was the same taste. The taste of cum… and it was goddamn delicious.

I wanted more.

I had to find Jesse.

But maybe I could just stay here. Near the flower. I’d be hungry again soon…

But I had to find Jesse!

When I finally pulled myself away, the clown was standing right there.

“Oooooh…” the clown said playfully. “Look who’s got a taste for the finer things in life!”

“I… I need to find my friend,” I sputtered. “I can’t get distracted. I need to find Jesse and get out of here.”

“Well, you’re getting close,” the clown said, clapping his hands rhythmically. “In fact, I just saw the new boy over there!” He pointed at a nearby platform and exploded into a cloud of goldfish. They swam through the air, quickly vanishing into the distance.

I looked where he’d pointed. It wasn’t far – just the next platform over. And he was right, there was a blond guy there with big pecs and a huge ass. His shoulders and back had developed far more than Jesse’s ever had. Given my adventure so far, it seemed only natural that Jesse would have a few changes too.

There was a doorframe in the middle of the platform. Jesse opened it and stepped through. He didn’t come out the other side. Oh fuck, had I lost him?

I was almost there. And there was a path! A long balance beam between my platform and his. I gave a wistful look at the flower… maybe I should fuel up, before I went? No! I had to be strong. I had to keep going.

I stepped cautiously onto the beam. I could see a pool below, filled with a shining pink liquid. What would happen if I swam in the liquid? How would I change? I was tempted to dive in and find out.

But Jesse was so close.

I walked across the beam carefully. My stomach rumbled, craving more cum already. My cock was hard and dripping, so I licked my fingers as I went. I felt so lucky to have a big hard cock with juicy balls…

Even if it was hard to concentrate.

God I was horny. I needed to satisfy my cock soon.

I just kept moving forward one step at a time, trying to ignore my sex drive. Jesse was so close now.

I finally stepped off the beam. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten all the way across. It felt like the first thing that had gone right since I arrived. Maybe the clown wanted me to find Jesse?

I ran for the door and pulled it open. There was a misty pink fog ‘inside’. I circled around – the other side of the frame was empty. I’ve watched enough movies. It wasn’t a door – it was a portal.

So I took a deep breath and stepped through.

I glanced back. Of course the doorway was gone now. Whatever realm I’d entered, I’d have to find another way out.

But I could see a blond figure through the mist. Big perky pecs. A beautiful ass. I ran towards him, shouting his name.

“Jesse!” I called.

He spun around and grinned happily.

“Oh my god, Smith,” he gasped, wrapping me in a big hug. His arms felt good around me, strong and muscular. “It’s like… so good to see you!” he giggled. “And I think you’re happy to see me,” he laughed, reaching down and groping my dripping cock through my pyjamas.

God that felt good. I loved the way he played with my balls.

“Mmmm…” I moaned. “I finally found you!”

We stayed like that for a minute, me wrapped in his strong arms. I was feeling lightheaded. Was it his smell? Jesse smelled like a hard workout at the gym. Or was it the mist? The more I breathed it in, the harder it was to…

I heard myself giggle.

“Um… like uh… what is this stuff?” I asked. Jesse relaxed his hold on me and I stepped back regretfully.

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“We need to…” I started. Wait. What was I saying?

“Huh?”

“We need to… why can’t I think?” I giggled. "All my thoughts are like… so fluffy and…”

There was a long pause.

“I know, right?” Jesse giggled back. “I feel like so… like… pink! And slutty! Yeah… mmm… my ass is like, so hungry!”

“And I’m sooooo thirsty!” I whined. “Can I suck your cock?”

Jesse nodded eagerly. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers that hugged that beautiful ass… he kicked them off so I could get at his cock. I fell to my knees and swallowed his thick pole.

“Mmmph…” I moaned, tasting another man’s cock for the first time.

I swished my tongue around it, just like I’d done to the flower. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though I knew it had only been a few minutes. Or hours? Time worked differently here… I couldn’t keep track of it.

But I had a cock in my mouth. Everything was perfect.

“Yeah dude…” Jesse moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling me up and down his length. I almost choked a couple of times. I needed more practice. I wanted more practice.

“Mmm…” I moaned over and over. 
“I’m gonna cum!” Jesse grunted. It seemed like an eternity before he finally released his load to me. His cock pulsed in my mouth. He flooded my throat with delicious cum.

I didn’t waste a drop.

“Ready to return the favour?” Jesse giggled.

“Huh?”

“C’mon Smith,” he begged. “Fuck me with your hot cock.”

I felt my balls churn. I took another deep breath of the pink mist. Yeah, I wanted that ass. I wanted to split it open with my stud cock and fuck him til he screamed.

I dropped my pyjama pants and kicked them away.

“Get on the floor,” I ordered. I took another deep breath of the pink mist. I knew exactly what to do.

Jesse dropped onto the floor. He propped himself up on his elbows and his knees. I lined my thick cock up to his hole. He was shaved clean down there, and my cock pushed inside easily.

His ass felt incredible. Tight and thick. It grabbed my cock, sucking me inside until I was balls deep in my best bud’s hole. It felt amazing, better than any pussy I ever had, that’s for sure. I giggled, thinking about how I used to like pussy.

I’m such a silly little slut.

I grabbed his hips and braced against them. In and out, I pounded his ass as hard as I could. I only slowed down cause I felt my balls ready to release like… way too soon. I wanted to keep fucking my bro forever.

“Unf…” Jesse grunted under me. “Uh… uh… uhf…”

“That’s right bro, take my cock,” I giggled. “Take my hot cock. You’re such a fuckin’ slut.”

“You know it!” Jesse moaned under me, thrusting his hips back to take it even faster.

“Take it!” I growled.

“I want it!” he screamed.

I pounded faster, loving the way his ass jiggled as my cock pushed between his cheeks. Jesse had such a hot ass. How had I never seen it before? I wanted to fuck him forever.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, thrusting harder.

I loved fucking him.

“Uh… uh… uh…” he grunted.

I loved fucking ass. Dudes are so fuckin’ hot.

“Mmmmm…” I groaned.

I took a deep breath. The pink mist filled me again.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed.

I felt my cock pulse inside him, squeezed tight. That’s the thing with dudes. They’re so strong. So muscular. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I’m done with pussy. I’m all about that ass.

“Uhhhhh…” Jesse moaned. I could feel his cock jerking under him again.

I fell to the side, laying on the floor. Jesse collapsed in the other direction, leaving a pool of his cum on the ground. I rolled over and lapped it up. I couldn’t let a delicacy go to waste.

“Mmmm…” I giggled. “I love your spunk bro.”

We both stared at the pink sky for a long time.

“Hey,” Jesse finally asked. “Where’d like… where’s all the pink fog?”

“I dunno,” I giggled. “Where’d our clothes go?”

Jesse sat up and looked around. We were back on an empty platform under the pink sky. Just him and me, fuckbuddies forever.

I heard a giggle behind us. The clown was back.

“Those clothes… they don’t really suit you anymore,” the clown said. “And don’t worry, all that pretty pink mist is safe. You sucked it all up, so now it’s filling up your empty little heads.”

“Huh?” I asked. It was still so hard to think. All I wanted was to fuck Jesse again. And maybe like… a couple dozen other guys. I wanted to bury my cock in so much ass… I thought about my clients at the gym. Too many women, not enough bros. I’d have to fix that.

“Don’t worry about it,” the clown smiled knowingly. “The new boys always worry so much!”

“But it’s so hard to think!” I whined, groping at my heavy balls. I could feel them filling back up, ready to fuck again. They were never gonna be empty. I couldn’t drain ‘em fast enough. Not anymore. I laughed with joy.

“Yeah… it’s just like… y’know?” Jesse giggled.

“Why do you need to think?” the clown asked innocently. “I mean… you already found your boyfriend. What else do you need?”

“Huh?” I said, confused by his question.

“Boyfriend?” Jesse asked hopefully.

“I mean… you two look like boyfriends,” the clown said. “Look at this boy… when he came here he was so confused, but now he’s learned some new tricks. He’s got a cute little butt. He’s got a big cock and heavy balls to do the thinking. He’s loves sucking cock and he’s addicted to your cum. He searched the Pink World for you and he found you! That sounds like boyfriend material to me.”

“You came looking for me?” Jesse giggled, biting his lower lip and giving me a flirty glance.

“Fuck yeah!” I laughed. “You’re like… totally my boyfriend!”

I stepped forward and kissed him hard. Our tongues twisted around each other. I loved the feel of his thick lips on mine. We groped at each other for years, and it ended like… way too soon.

I had to come up for air.

“Good boys,” the clown said, looking at us critically. “I think it’s time. Are you ready to return to the waking world?”

“Wait!” Jesse cried out. “We lost our clothes! We can’t go home without clothes!”

The clown gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Beautiful boys like you shouldn’t worry about clothes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Your society is soooooo boring. Fine – what sort of clothes do you want?”

I glanced at Jesse. We didn’t need words, not for something simple like this. He returned my empty-headed grin.

“Something pink!” we chorused.

The clown gave us a big grin too. He snapped his fingers. The whole world faded to pink.

We woke up in our bed, tangled in the sheets and each other.

The morning sun was just peeking over the horizon. I loved the light – it made our pretty pink wall glow with an energy that… it was totally magical.

“Morning babe,” I mumbled, my face still mashed against my pillow. I watched Jesse as he woke up. I love the way he stretches that powerful body. He turns me on like… for sure.

I reached down and groped my cock. I could feel the string of my thong between my cheeks. I didn’t have to look… I knew it was pink. That’s like… our favourite colour.

“Hey stud,” Jesse moaned, stretched out like a cat in the warm glow.

I ran my hand along his pecs, then around to his ass. He was wearing his favourite boxer-briefs – that neon pink pair with the glittery waistband. I wanted to rip them off him, but he’d kill me if I wrecked them.

“How’d you sleep?” Jesse asked, rolling to face me. He’s so pretty… I love his hair. It’s like… totally fierce.

“Mmmm… I had the weirdest dream,” I said, suddenly remembering. “There was like… this clown or whatever… shit… it’s all slipping away…”

I can never remember my dreams. But I know they’re good. Maybe I’d dream it again.

“Weird,” Jesse giggled. “I dreamed about getting fucked… You and your big cock… Me and my big ass…”

I love him. He’s not smart and he’s not deep, but damn, I love my hung muscle stud. His pretty pink brain is the perfect match for mine. And when we walk in a room… you know everyone stares.

“You know…” I giggled. “I don’t gotta work til ten.”

Jesse leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. He reached down to fondle my balls. I’m so fuckin’ easy… just play with my balls and I’m ready to rock.

“C’mon boyfriend,” Jesse teased me. “Show me what you got.”

[bodilychanges]

The Cum Cows of Everett Farms

Bodily Changes’ 1k Special

“Thank y’all for taking this tour of Everett Farms! I’m your guide, Alice, and it’s my pleasure to be presenting y’all with a complete tour of our wonderful facilities!” the female guide began, peppy and cheery, along with a hint of southern charm.

She looked towards her passengers, all cramped in their seats inside of the small safari jeep. She was met with a few whoops from her passengers, who were all seated, a few looking into their programs and fliers, and a few bright-eyed kids looking out towards the vibrant hills and fenced, verdant pastures.

“So, as y’all probably know, Everett Farms is an up-and-coming farm and company, known for our locally based, all-natural, non-violent, and protein filled products. A few of you probably even had some of our premium milk, which you can find in yer’ local grocery store. At Everett Farms we believe in nothing but the most peaceful and precious life for our bulls and cows. They’re monitored twenty-four-seven on our wide open fields, graze on only the finest of mountain grass, and bathed n’ brushed regularly.”

She paused her introduction as she began to drive through the dirt paths of the mountain, ever so slowly not to disturb the cows and to allow the tourists to admire the natural landscape. With a smile, she spoke, “As we pass the first of our pastures, I just wanna give a fair warning to y’all parents. It’s about mating season for our bulls so make sure y’all cover yer’ kid’s eyes if we happen to pass a few raunchy bulls now!” A few hardy laughs came from the back of the cruiser, but unfortunately for them, it wasn’t a joke.

As they begin to pass the first part of the pasture, an almost breathy and desperate mooing came from the left side area of the vehicle. The tourists ignored the sound, they had seen a cow before so most didn’t bother to look at what was happening just a few yards way. Then again, another desperate and breathy moo, an almost unnatural sound, unlike any cow they had heard before. It was louder than before, and a few of the tourists began to murmur amongst themselves, beginning to wonder if the cow was in any trouble of some sort. Out of curiosity, peering into the distant fields, they look a peek, and realized what the source of the sound was. On the field, 10 meters away from the tour rover, were 2 naked men, both on all fours, one on top of the either, covered in sweat, dirt, and grass, fucking like no one was watching. A hand clapped to one mother’s mouth as she screamed in shock and covered her daughter’s eyes, who was were mesmerized by the ungodly action being performed in front everyone to see.

The tour guide chuckled, “Can’t say I ain’t warn d’ya. Those two right there are actually both of our newest cows. Picked them both up a few weeks ago from some throwaway college they had no future in anyway. The one in the front is Andy, he gives us some of the sweetest cream you could ever imagine. The one in the back, who looks like he’s enjoying himself quite well, is our newest bull Moose. It took a bit to get him under control, I’ll tell y’a he’s a fighter, but he’s one of our best bulls on the farm. The cows here are all male, believe it or not, some of them have been here for years, others just got started. The bulls help keep all of our cattle bred, lactating, and producing our prized possessions; their cream.”

In the pasture, Andy mooed as his brain became overwhelmed with fervent emotions of pleasure and embarrassment. He was being raw-dogged by his best friend, who he barely recognized anymore, on all fours in front of a group of startled tourists. He couldn’t help but moo again as he heard shutters clicking, people photographing his exhibitionist torture. Moose grunted behind him, brainlessly pounding his new, thick cock, against Andy’s bubble butt, his giant, modified balls creating clapping sounds as he coursed in and out. As he was fucked back and forth, he could hear his cowbell jingle from his neck, branded with his new name, Andy. He wanted to run, save him and his already-gone best friend from this horrible nightmare, but deep down inside, some little part of his brain was telling him that that this was where he was meant to be … and he couldn’t help but agree.

A month ago…

Andy rolled his eyes and groaned, “Fuck off JJ, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be some lab rat for a few bucks. Who knows what the hell they’re experimenting on over there? It’s just too risky.”

“Bro! C’mon pleaseeeeeeeeee. You know it’s gonna be fun!”

“I don’t really want to do it Jay, I know it sounds like easy money but running experiments on your body just seems out of the question. Just think about God-know’s-what they’re going to put inside you. You know our science department doesn’t have that great of a reputation.” Andy threw away some trash from his desk and put some books back in their place. He began cleaning up Jay’s side of the dorm room, as it was cluttered with mess, dirty clothes, and crushed beer cans. He was visibly irritated by Jay, who had been badgering him for weeks about an experiment run by their University’s science department.

Jayson had seen the advertisement outside of the university gym, an apt place for an experiment like it. The experiment, being funded by the Dean himself apparently, was a 1 week program concerning acute genetic modifications and how they might impact subjects psychologically and physiologically. However, to most of the campus gym-goers, ie: the air headed jocks that the school only let in on sports scholarships, it was branded as an experiment for muscle growth. Curiously, the poster noted that only men were allowed to apply, which Jay assumed was because men were able to gain muscle faster than women. Though he would never participate in something like this normally, the pay was said to be handsome and he needed a way to pay off some of his student debt. Plus, if he walked away with more muscles than he had gone in with, then it would be a win-win. He took one of the poster’s tear-off tabs with a grin, excited to show his roommate this perfect opportunity for the two of them.

It didn’t seem like it but Andy, his roommate, was his best friend. They were nothing like each other physically, Andy being Asian and on the shorter and way scrawnier side while Jayson, an attractive white meathead. To most people, it looked more like Jay was Andy’s boyfriend, the hunk being 6’1 and shredded in muscle while Andy barely measured up at around 5’5 with a twinky physique. Although they weren’t similar in stature, they both enjoyed all of the same things, gaming, TV shows, politics, and agreed with each other on almost everything. They bonded over movies like Star Wars and Harry Potter and video games like Call of Duty, Valorant, and CSGO. But one major difference between them was Jay’s lack of basic intelligence and common sense, which is where Andy ran circles around him. The taller hunk was your classic sports jock, getting into their university through thanks to his excel in sports while Andy got in thanks to being top of his class. Nonetheless, they had roommates and best friends since day one of Uni and essentially inseparable.

You see, another thing about Andy was that he was in love with Jay, and had been for a while now. Although they weren’t dating, to both of them it was the closest non-relationship relationship ever. They did everything together, they hung out all the time and had some intimate moments even shared between them now and then, and Andy had fallen for it all. He knew though that nothing would ever come to be as Jayson proclaimed constantly he was straight, though it seemed nothing like it from the way he was with Andy. A bromance to one and a romance to another.

“Please Andy, I really wanna do this but I won’t do it without you,” Andy sighed as he looked over at his roommate, Jay scrunched his nose and made the classic face that he knew Andy couldn’t resist. He liked to call it, the fuck-boy pout. It was an 100% guaranteed way to make anyone do anything for you just because of your looks, and it worked on Andy every single time. Andy melted right then and there, as Jayson looked too good today from him to be able to resist his charms. He wasn’t wearing anything other than some gym shorts, causing his bushy pits to be exposed and his signature musk to waft through the air. Flushed red, Andy’s eyes darted away as his dick hardened in his shorts, he was extremely aroused to say the least. “Fine! Fine! I’ll sign up just stop making that face!”

It was the following day, a bright Saturday when Andy and Jay walked to the campus’ facility. It was on the hotter side, maybe around 79 degrees. Andy had on shorts and a light tee while Jay adorned his usual, and already used, gym wear that reeked of his sweat. Andy couldn’t help but admire how his muscles looked in his tight shirt as they walked towards the biomedical sciences department building. One reason Andy had always been attracted to Jay and men like him was their muscles. Though he had tried and tried to get bigger, he was never able to, it just wasn’t in his genetics. He wasn’t scrawny, having a slim runner’s build, but yet he still yearned for more.

The pair arrived at the facility, both a bit tired from the long walk from their dorm. They opened the door to find what pretty much resembled a dentist’s office. They walked up to the receptionist’s desk to find it empty. “Huh…maybe we got the wrong day?” Jay wondered aloud. Andy shrugged and checked behind the desk, finding a small bell. He tapped it, somewhat expecting someone to pop in from under the desk. The two walked around the office, examining the room filled with different decorations. A few posters of the human body and brain, neurological graphics, and some out of place photographs of an open green pasture, a farm, and some cows dotted the walls.

Before they had given it much of a thought, the sound of foot steps came from behind them. “Ah good afternoon you two, welcome in.” They turned to see an older, taller man, he seemed to be around 60 years old, well built with a muscular physique hidden under his white lab coat. He had a warm, inviting smile and a demeanor of confidence, you could instantly tell he was the one in charge. Andy immediately look interest in the silver fox, walking over to introduce himself with Jay begrudgingly following behind. “Hi, I’m Andy and this is my roommate Jay. We saw an ad for a program concerning a muscle growth experiment and we’d like to participate.”

The silver fox’s face lit up with a grin, a hint of mischief hidden behind it. “Dr. Simmons, professor of human physiology and psychology, as well as a researcher of genetic engineering. Pleasure to meet you.” He stuck out his hand and greeted the two college students warmly. Jay scoffed at his introduction, muttering smartass under his breath while Andy marveled at the clearly accomplished professor. They began to walk forward towards the hallway, discussing the procedures of the experiment. “So, as you probably know, this experiment will been working on a project for the past decade, an experiment concerning acute genetic modifications and how they impact the psychology and physiology of the human body and mind. Essentially, we will be injecting small doses of a genetically engineered virus into your body every single day and record the changes caused by them, and I know this probably worries you but our team of genetic engineers here at Everett University has taken numerous safety precautions in order to keep you safe from any form of danger and or harm. Our main hypothesis is to see how our virus can create modifications in the body mass of virile human males such as you two and cause muscle growth in a short period of time without the need for exercise.”

Dr. Simmons explained eloquently in his highly educated diction as they walked towards the laboratory area of the building. “Any questions?” He paused, glancing at both of the boys. Jay was undoubtedly confused by all the sciency-fancy talk the big professor man was talking about but his eyes opened at the words muscle growth. Unlike Jay, Andy was fascinated by every word uttered out of his mouth. Just like that, all of his worries about the experiment had faded from his mind, he felt comforted and reassured from having an accomplished man like Dr. Simmons heading such a project.

Jay could see his starry-eyes roommate listening intently, Dr. Simmons wasn’t even that hot, not as hot as him at least. “So about the pay…” he questioned flatly, looking towards the professor with a smidge of jealousy.

“Ah yes, of course, you will be rewarded handsomely for your participation in my research. Let’s say… $500 a day, that should cover it, yes?” Dr. Simmons smiled assuringly while both Jay and Andy’s mouths dropped. The two roommates looked towards each other in amazement, both in mutual understanding that they were absolutely eager to participate for their own special reasons.

“So when do we start doc?” Jayson inquired avidly, his interest in the program suddenly piquing again.

Dr. Simmons looked towards Andy, who nodded in agreement. Once again, he shined his charming smile and walked over towards the receptionist’s desk. Pulling out two clipboards with a pen and paper attached to them, he handed them to the two college boys.

“Sign these and we’ll get you down to the lab post haste.”

With the eagerness of little children, Jayson and Andy immediately signed their lives away to the sheet of paper given to them by a man they just met for an experiment they truly knew so little about. They handed back the clipboards and patiently awaited the doctor’s next instruction.

“Alright boys now if you could please follow me this way. We’ll be taking the elevator down to the laboratory area and starting tests there,” motioned Dr. Simmons with a smile.

The boys followed silently behind Dr. Simmons, in anticipation and excitement. In the 3 years they had been there, they had no idea there was an underground laboratory facility on campus. The three men arrived at a hallway with one singular elevator door, and with the press of a button by Dr. Simmons, opened up and allowed for the entry to their subterranean adventure.

As they entered the elevator and the doors began to close, Andy began to have a bad feeling about the situation. He looked at Jay for comfort but he seemed occupied dreaming about how big he was going to get. As the silent elevator ride continued, there was a small voice in the back of his head telling Andy that something was off about this whole experiment but at this point he was helpless to do anything. He swallowed his gut as the elevator came to a slow stop, and with the doors opening with a ding, Dr. Simmons welcomed excitedly, “Welcome to Everrett Lab’s underground facility, the Barn!”

Following Dr. Simmons out of the elevator, Jay and Andy looked around amazedly at the scene. The laboratory was this giant circular room filled with high tech stations and Andy recognized so much of the equipment. He had taken a Biology course in his freshman year, and scanned the room noticing equipment like incubators, microscopes, and a few large computers for data processing. Curiously, the biggest thing in the lab were these two glass, human-scale cylindrical cages in the middle of the room, connected to copious amounts of cables and wiring. More curiously however was that there weren’t any other people in the room.

Jay had the same thought apparently and said confusedly, “Umm Dr. Simmons, where are all the people? Aren’t there supposed to be like scientists and stuff?”

Dr. Simmons gave a slight chuckle, “Oh not to worry, I oversee this experiment personally. It could be quite… shocking if other people were to see the genius I hold. Think of this as a personal project between the Dean and I. Only one other party is involved… oh and don’t worry about that, you’ll meet them quite soon.”

Jay and Andy glanced at each other, not really sure what to make of it but they had no position to argue against it otherwise. “Excuse me sir but what are those tube thingies in the center of the room?” questioned Andy a bit sheepishly.

“Ah yes, allow me to explain the procedure of this experiment. You and your friend shall be placed into two different chambers that we call the corrals. One we call the bullpen and the other the cowshed. From there you’ll be hooked up to an IV, receiving a special type of fluid filled with growth hormones directly into your bloodstream. Then I will personally record the experiment results and findings and you’ll either be given the choice to go home or continue the experiment,” clarified Dr. Simmons.

Andy, albeit a bit confused by the amount of naming based on farm attributes, nodded his head.

“Alright… so how do we start?” Jay asked, eagerly walking ahead towards the tubes. Dr. Simmons followed with Andy trailing behind.

With a grin, Dr. Simmons booted up the main computer and activated the machines. The corrals began to whir with life as they powered up. After typing in a few codes to the system, the previously dimly lit room shined with light as the entire laboratory came to life. Almost beckoningly, the corral doors slid open, awaiting it’s subjects.

“There’s one thing I have to ask you to do before we start however, “Dr. Simmons said as he turned around from the computer, “Could you take off your clothing?”

Andy and Jayson both had the same surprised reaction, wondering why they needed to be naked in front of his clearly perverted doctor.

“Oh don’t worry it’s not for any abnormal reasons, it’s to make sure nothing gets in the way of the data collection. See at the top of each corral has a scan that’s reading your vitals and processing the transformation as it occurs. I’ll have to record your blood pressure, height and weight, and even IQ for the experiment. Also, if the growth experiment works then your clothes would rip to shreds anyway.”

Begrudgingly, the two boys looked at each other with an awkward tension and then began to take off their clothes. As Jay confidently stripped himself of his already quite revealing clothes, Andy was trying his best to not stare at his naked adonis of a best friend. Though Andy was in love with him, he never imagined their first time naked together being for an underground experiment with a doctor who kept becoming weirder by the second. Out of the corner of his eye however, he could see Jay’s entire godly bod, perfectly sculpted for Andy’s desires. There was something so arousing about being naked next to the man he was in love with, but the only thing keeping his tinier dick from getting hard was the embarrassment of the situation.

“Alright who wants to be our bull?” inquired Dr. Simmons with a giddy grin. Boldly, Jayson walked forward, to which the doctor acknowledged with a nod. He flashed a thumbs up to his best friend, and Andy watched as the doctor guided Jayson into the first tube, and began hooking him up to an IV placed on Jay’s right bicep. Andy tried his best to keep his attention of off Jay’s body, fearing his small pecker coming to life, but couldn’t help but watch the way Jay so confidently showed off his goods, and boy were they good. “Feeling comfortable?” he asked the jock to which Jay responded with, “Of course,” and a wink.

Andy watched as the door of the first chamber closed automatically as Dr. Simmons exited the tube. Jayson stood there, a bit awkwardly waving to the naked Andy, signaling that things were okay.

Dr. Simmons signed Andy to come over to the next tube and so Andy, nervously and brimming with anxiety, walked over and entered his own glass case. It was tight inside, a bit smaller than how he had imagined but it was most likely due to Dr. Simmons being inside with him as well. He felt even colder under the ventilation, now seriously wishing that he had kept his clothes on. “How are you feeling?” asked the doctor next to him as he set up the IV machine. “Nervous… but a bit excited I guess. I’ve always wanted muscle like Jay but I never knew how.” Dr. Simmons responded with a smile, “Well if all goes well, you’ll end up with an even better body than his. Also, this might hurt a little,” he said as the doctor inserted the needle into Andy’s arm. He winced but the pain was minimal, more like a small sting. “Everything good?” asked the doctor as he began walking out of the tube, to which Andy answered with an awkward thumbs up. As the doctor left, the doors to Andy’s corral closed, and now began the experiment.

From the monitoring station in front of both the tubes, Dr. Simmons typed in a few things before looking back up at both the boys. “Are you two ready?” Andy and Jayson looked at each other from their tubes, signaling each other a comforting smile before turning their attention back to Dr. Simmons. They both nodded, Jay couldn’t wait to get bigger while Andy wanted this to already be over. “Here we go!” With the press of a button from Dr. Simmons, both the IV machines next to Andy and Jayson started pumping the fluid into the boy’s bodies.

Andy, now awkwardly awaiting for something to happen, looked down at his shirtless torso, a bit envious due to his lack of muscles compared to Jay. In slight anticipation and excitement, he watched as each ounce of fluid from the IV pumped into his arms, somewhat mesmerized by the flow of it. It was a white, viscous liquid, the appearance closest resembling a creamy milk, but who was Andy to question what muscle growth hormones looked like. Surprisingly, the first thing Andy felt was this warm sensation on his nipples. His eyes widened as his body moved on it’s own, his hands brought up to his nipples and began to pinch and twist, playing with them. “Hey Dr. Simmons, is this… normal?” he asked, obviously referring to the sensation and the fact that his own body was performing such a lewd act without him giving the command. The more Andy pinched and twisted, he also began to pull, causing a noticeable difference from before. His pecs were growing, a sensation that Andy derived more pleasure from than he could explain. “H-Holy fuck…” he muttered breathily, his cock already becoming erect at the sight of his muscle growth and his horniness turned up to ten.

“Yes yes, don’t worry too much about it,” Dr. Simmons watched in excitement as Andy began to even fondle his growing tits, even beginning to touch himself through his pants. “Yeah keep going, just like that…”

Though Andy knew he was being watched and had heard Dr. Simmons lustful words, he couldn’t help but become excited by this. A small part of him was liking the feeling of putting on a show such as it for a man like Dr. Simmons. The warming sensation quickly was turning to heat the more Andy pinched his nips, he could feel the liquid from the IV coursing through his veins, turning him on even more. He could only moan as his once flat chest became plateau pecs that weren’t even finished growing. Andy could feel his body expanding and growing, his muscles growing thick and sturdy yet keeping his innocent face. Though he didn’t notice it, his previous shameful pecker had already grown 3 inches to become a solid 6 inch cock. Thick hair in his pits and pubic area even sprouted, as for the first time in his life pure testosterone coursed through his veins. As the putrid yet manly scent of B.O. he dreamed of sniffing from Jay’s armpits, started wafting from his own he couldn’t help put flex and lick his biceps for Dr. Simmons’ viewing pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” Dr. Simmons moaned as he stroked his cock to Andy’s slutty performance, “How about I give you a treat for being such a good boy…” Using his free hand, he typed something into the computer and pulled down on a lever by his station. Suddenly, Andy’s arm jerked as the IV pump begin to rapidly fill his body with even more fluid. Not only did this cause rapid muscle growth all over his body, but it also appeared to age Andy up, causing him to have the appearance of a Chinese bodybuilder in his early 30’s. His ass became the perfect breeding site, a huge bubble but no one could resist fucking. With thick legs and a strong torso, Andy now had the physique some people trained their entire lives for. Accompanied by this transformation, the sensation in his nipples increased tenfold, causing him to begin pinching the swelling bulbs between his index and middle finger and pulling outwards. Andy let out guttural moans as the pleasure he felt from pulling out and stretching his new pecs was driving him insane. Though a small part of his was scared of what was happening, it was quickly replaced by curiosity and desire. He could not help but fondle his chest, no longer caring about why or how they felt so strangely juicy, almost as if they were filled with womanly breast milk. 

Little did Andy know, he was in the process of forming the most perfect tits Dr. Simmons would ever see. Of course, the doctor knew this, as it took months for him yo finally perfect the serum to create the perfect cow, utilizing the cum of his other experiments and isolating the gene that focused directly on chest growth. With the perfect serum, all he needed was the perfect subject; and then came Andy, a gay, insecure little boy with zero muscle and a kink for pleasing others.

Dr. Simmons watched in euphoria as Andy fondled his inflating milkers that would soon produce the best cream his Everett Farms experiment would ever sell. Though with a clear head Andy would find this entire situation to be that of a nightmare, his sex-drive was at its limits and everything felt far too amazing to want it to stop. The only thing that would make this his wettest dream would be Dr. Simmon’s hands on his tits or Jay’s thick bull-cock breeding his ass.

In the other chamber however, Jayson’s transformation was starting a bit differently. He already had the muscle so all that was needed from him was to turn him into the perfect breeder. The same sensation as Andy began in Jay’s chest and nipples, a bit less potent however, but just as pleasuring. He had pride in his pecs, they were what he had worked on the most in the gym other tj a his biceps, and after years of work they became masses of pure muscle. Though they weren’t as big or filled with milk as Andy’s he could only watch in distress and pleasure as his manly, hardened pecs became milk-filled tits. Jayson eyes widened in shock and horror, the abs he had worked so hard for had been covered by a layer of fat. As more and more serum pumped into his veins, a thin blanket of fat covered his muscles from the sweet grass he grazed on. He could only moan as his once rock-hard chests beginning to soften into pillows as they filled with delicious milk. Although his tits couldn’t compare to jugs like Andy’s, they weren’t to be underestimated. But of course a jock like Jay’s potential wasn’t going to be wasted on some horned-up milking cow, no he was far too special for that and Dr. Simmons had better plans in store for him. He had decided the second he had laid eyes on him that Jay was going to be his newest bull.

“W-What the…what the fuck are you doing to us!?” Jay watched in horror as he lost his shredded physique, his body fat percentage rising to a level he had nightmares about. Though heftier, Jay still kept most of his physical attributes, his broad physique and huge size expanding as his moans almost began sounding like moos. He groaned as he massaged his sweat laced chest and now blubby gut. Jay shut his eyes and rubbed his cock with one hand, the other fondling his right pec. It felt longer and harder than it had ever been before, and as he looked down at his dick he let out a sudden gasp of shock. His fuckstick was far more monstrous than he could have ever imagined. Amazed, he held it in his both of his hands, purely surprised that it had even reached a length where he actually needed both of them. Grown from 7 to 14 inches, his height now 6’6, his weight 290 lbs, and his IQ reduced to 40, he threw his head back in pleasure as his transformation into Everest Farm’s newest and best bull finally came to an end as his fresh cream splattered all over the inside of the cage.

Mechanical hands came down from the ceiling holding a thick chain with a name tag on it. With the amount of energy he had exerted in his transformation, he couldn’t fight back against the final part of his transformation. The weakened bull felt the chain clasp around his neck, and as he looked down on it, the lock had a name engraved upon it, Moose. With that, the last memories he had of his old self melted away and like a bull, all Moose saw was red. He tore off the IV in a fit of rage, angry and desperately wanting to protect his best friend cattle from the evil doctor. What little intelligence he already had was stripped from him, and so he did what felt the most natural, repeatedly ramming his 200 lb body of pure muscle into the glass chamber in an attempt to get out. Dr. Stevens, who was now completely naked as he continued to jerk his cock to the two boy’s transformation, typed a few words into the computer with his free hand. Smirking, he turned on sleeping gas in Moose’s cage, and became even hornier as he watched the new bull lose his fighting spirit and fall into a deep slumber.

Turning his attention back to Andy, Dr. Simmons watched as the Asian hunk was completing his transformation into the perfect cum cow. Wanting a better view of the transformation, Dr. Simmons got up and walked over to Andy’s cage. Grinning ear to ear, he asked, “How’s my dumb fucking cow?”

The panting cow inside the cage was still fondling his juicy tits and pinching his nipples that had turned a beet red. Andy’s skin glistened with sweat and drops of liquid that his tits had began to leak a while ago. Though mentally, he could still remember bits of his past life, physically he was now prime for milking and Dr. Simmons wanted to make sure not a single droplet of his nutritious milk went to waste. Andy, with a new purpose in life, wanted nothing more than to fill jugs and jugs of his sweet cream, “M-Moo…”

Driven by his arousal, Dr. Simmons opened the door to Andy’s cage. The half-brainless cow watched as the naked man removed the tube connected to his arm front leg and began to pet his head. “Now let’s make sure your transformation is completely. Answer these questions and I’ll give you a little reward, alright Andy?” the doctor said as he massaged his dick, that he had been edging for the entire transformation, preparing to shower his favorite cow in his fat load.

“What is your name?” asked Dr. Simmons

What was left of Andy’s brain was about to answer in English but all that came out of his mouth was, “Moo”

Dr. Simmons eyes shone with pride. His experiment was a success.

“Flex for me,” demanded Dr. Simmons, to which Andy instantly flexed both of his biceps above his head.

A putrid scent came from his armpit but neither Andy nor Dr. Simmons seemed to care, as cows were meant to be smelly, filthy creatures.

“Last question, who is your master?” For a second, Andy didn’t understand the question, letting out a low grunt in response. However, as he looked up at the man in front of him, his brain slowly filled with memories of being raised by Dr. Simmons his master out on the green pasture along with his brother and mating partner Moose. Ever since his birth, his purpose in life was to produce the farm’s best cream, which meant for the rest of his life his days would consist of his tits prepped through fondling and massages by his master, being bred daily by his partner bull Moose to increase lactation amount and hormone secretion, and lastly his cock and nipples attached to milking machines by the farm-hands for efficient production. Though he wasn’t the first cow on the farm, and surely wouldn’t be the last, he knew he was his master’s favorite. With a moo, he nudged his head towards the man in front of him, signaling to Dr. Simmons that he was Andy’s true and only master.

Dr. Simmons gave a deep chuckle, his experiment yet again was another success. Now, as if to christen his favorite cow, he began to jerk his rock-solid cock. It didn’t take long before he shot the pent up load he had been saving up all over Andy, and with a grunt he spoke softly, “Good boy…”

Later at Everett Farm

“Yeah you like that dont you, stupid fucking cum cow.”

Andy could only answer with a moo of pleasure. His mind slipped further and further away the more Dr. Simmons his master played with his big cow tits. Andy’s cock yearned to be touched. No. Not just to be touched, but to be milked and controlled. Maybe it was the mental dampening caused by the laboratory’s system or the pleasure override, but all he wanted was to be strapped to a machine and have his huge tits, ballooned with milk, and his cock to be drained of his succulent cream every single day. He wanted Jay Moose to fuck his jiggly cheeks every single day in their open, green pasture, his mind reduced to nothing but some used whore.

Finally, accepting his fate, Andy shot his cream all across the barn floor. Mooing in absolute pleasure, no longer regretting or worrying about what lied in store for him and his future. His master chuckled, ecstatic to see his newest cow finally come to it’s senses. “Tsk tsk tsk Naughty boy, look at all that fresh cream gone to waste,” Dr. Simmons brought his index and middle finger to the ground, scooping up some of Andy’s spunk. “Here, how about you have a special taste of what’s to come.”

Andy whined an apology, wanting only to please his master as Dr. Simmons shoved his cum-covered fingers between Andy’s lips. He suckled, enjoying the sweet taste of his own nut being fed to him by his master. “How is it?” Dr. Simmons inquired with a grin, he knew he had already won and was relishing in the feeling. All Andy could reply was a mindless, “Moo…”

Author’s note: I am so sorry this story has been so delayed! I hit 1k and started preparing this story long time ago but I genuinely never had the motivation to finish it until now. If this gets taken down (even with the new maturity being allowed thing) I’ll repost it to my blog spot. Anyways, thank you all so much for 1k and I hope this story makes you as horny as it did to me :)  

[2menkissing]

[twisted-talez]

His lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.

“I—I’ve never,” I began to stammer.

“You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”

It was a month before the start of my freshman year of college, and I was attending a required, weekend orientation. I had noticed him from across the lobby when I arrived to Carlton Hall, the large, stately freshman dorm off the quad, where we would all be staying for orientation. Fuck, he was hot. He was the only guy in a sea of 200 incoming freshman who was sporting a scruffy beard. As I stared in awe of him from afar, his eyes suddenly met mine. Fuck. I quickly looked away. Was I truly ready for this?

I knew I had a lot going for me—good looking. a muscular body, played football. The girls back in high school fuckin’ loved me. But I wasn’t so much into them. My attraction to boys had always been there, even before puberty, in the far recesses of my mind. And when I’d go home from football practice and jack off thinking about my teammates and not the cheerleaders, well—there was no question I was into dudes. But I had to hide it. There were a few gay guys at my high school, but there was no place for them in the testosterone-loaded, masculine world of my football team. And so nobody knew my secret.

College, however, was going to be different. Away from my parents and all my old friends who expected me to be a certain way, I was going to finally live an authentic life. I just didn’t know how. Standing in the lobby of Carlton Hall for orientation, I wanted the boy with the scruffy beard more than anything. But I was powerless to make it happen, paralyzed by my inexperience. I was lost in that hopeless inertia when a figure appeared suddenly before me.

“Hey, I’m Baxter,” came a voice with a hand extended to me. It was the hottie with the scruffy beard.

“Oh, hey. I’m—I’m Ryan,” I quickly stammered, trying not to sound like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.

“Have you picked someone yet?” asked Baxter.

“Huh?” I responded in confusion.

“Weren’t you listening just now?” Baxter laughed. “They told us to pick someone to room with for the weekend. You wanna bunk together?”

Ten minutes later, Baxter and I were upstairs in a dorm room. How was this happening? I could not believe my luck. We had engaged in the usual polite conversation of strangers for a few moments, sharing where we were from, what we plan to study, etcetera, as we unpacked our few belongings. And then Baxter hit me with it.

“I know your secret,” he playfully taunted with a smile.

“What secret? What are you talking about?” I responded, taken aback.

“You like boys,” he began. “I can tell. And I think you like me.”

I stood in the middle of the floor motionless, not knowing how to respond. Nobody had ever guessed the truth about me or dared to call me out on it.

“Don’t be afraid,” Baxter continued, speaking softly. “I like boys, too. And I like you.” His eyes were suddenly upon me, taking me in from top to bottom. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed. And as I dutifully complied, Baxter gave out a low whistle. “Fuck, you’ve got a hot body. You play football?” he asked. I nodded. “Shit. Wait until my parents hear about this. They know I have a type.”

“Wait, what?” I coughed. “Your parents? They know about you?”

“Yeah, man,” laughed Baxter. “I’m completely open with them. This isn’t 1955. We have nothing to hide,” he said, coming closer to me.

Baxter’s lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.

“I—I’ve never,” I began to stammer.

“You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he pulled me onto one of the dorm twin beds.

“Why? You don’t want to have my baby?” Baxter chided playfully, pulling off his clothes. His chest was hairy, which gave him a maturity that belied his eighteen-year-old body. And his big cock—fuck. It was the cock of a fully grown man, and not a boyish college freshman. As he finished undressing, I got down on all fours atop the bed, presenting my ass like I’d seen from the gay porn I’d watched.

“No—not like that,” Baxter insisted. “I want to see your face while we fuck.” I rolled onto my back as he raised my legs above his head. His tongue was suddenly on my puckered hole. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I began to squirm as his tongue probed inside me.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been rimmed?” Baxter asked, coming up for air.

“I told you that I’ve never done this before,” I reminded Baxter as he went back to work on me. Soon he replaced his tongue with a finger, and then two fingers.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Baxter exclaimed. I began to apologize but he interrupted by saying, “I fucking love a tight hole.” He then sat up on his knees and inched closer to me, pressing the head of his cock against my hole.

“You sure you want this?” Baxter asked, slapping his big cock against my freshly-eaten hole.

“Yeah,” I replied, grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer. “I want you inside me.”

“Fuuuck,” Baxter exhaled as he slowly worked his cock into my pink, virgin hole. “Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he moaned, throwing his head back. My vestal hole began to contract reflexively in retaliation against this assault against its purity. “Just relax, baby,” Baxter’s voice was in my ear. “Take a deep breath and go with it.” I did as told, and soon I could feel my hole opening as I took Baxter all the way inside me. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He then paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him.

“You ready for it?” Baxter asked, giving my hole some slow, deep strokes.

“Yeah,” I moaned as waves of pleasure consumed me. “Give me that big cock.”

Like a sports car shifting into gear, Baxter increased his intensity and began to work my hole with fervor. Fuck, it felt good to have him inside me. His lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me as he deftly continued to pummel my hole.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Baxter said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m inside a hottie like you.”

I couldn’t believe how good his big dick felt inside me. My cock was rock hard as he began to jackhammer me. And suddenly an all-too-familiar feeling began to build steadily inside me.

“Dude,” I announced urgently. “I think I’m gonna bust.”

Baxter paused momentarily and looked down at my hard cock, swollen and dripping precum between us. “Fuck, that’s hot. I love when I can make a bottom shoot,” he responded. “I’m gonna cum with you.”

Baxter immediately resumed his frantic pace, pounding us both to climax. “Aww, FUCK,” I cried out, struggling to breathe from the intensity of cumming with a dick up my ass. And then the floodgates opened as my cock erupted with a massive load.

“Damn, that’s HOT,” Baxter roared while looking down at my throbbing dick as rope after rope of my load coated his hairy body above me. “SHIT,” he bellowed, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Instantly, Baxter’s body began to convulse as his cock pulsed inside me, releasing his warm load into my depths. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and sprayed me with the last few shots of cum that his balls could produce before plunging back inside me. He then collapsed upon me, melding our cum between us in a sticky mess.

Baxter’s lips were upon mine again. As we kissed, I reached down and grasped his wet, spent cock. He was still hard. I was just about to guide Baxter back inside my defiled hole when an alarm sounded on his phone.

“Shit,” he exclaimed while jumping up to silence it. “We need to get back downstairs for the first orientation session.”

I moaned in exasperation, not wanting to leave the sanctity of our carnal den. With Baxter’s load dripping from my wrecked hole, I began to fumble for my rumpled clothes on the floor.

“Hey,” Baxter called while pulling his shirt over his head. “Do you have a roommate yet for the fall?”

“Not yet,” I shook my head.

“Good,” Baxter replied, zipping up his pants. “Because I think we should room together permanently. What do you think?”

I gave him my answer with another kiss. “Don’t you think we could be a little late to the first session?” I teased. Twenty minutes later we snuck into the back of the lecture hall with Baxter’s second load up my ass.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[your-oral-slave]

[brandedx2]

TRIO OF TFS

½ Donk, ½ bunny, ½ pig

Zeb Atlas, Caesar, Johnny Bravo

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The big studs thought it was just another MuscleJam event like the old Jimmy Z stage shows, and the money they were offered was sizable, so all three of the muscled men agreed. While Caesar strutted around on the stage in leather trunks, Zeb oiled his massive chest and made his pecs bounce to the delight of the crowd. Further down the stage, men desperately offered their dollar bills for Johnny Bravo, who darted out his tongue as they slipped them into his tiny thong in exchange from a handful of his big muscled ass.

Suddenly the lights went out, and three spotlights focused on the three massive, flexing men. The thrumming techno music changed to banjo music. All three studs, pure professionals, continued their show despite the shift in ambiance.

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[bigpapabear73]

[spartyup]

They used to be the same height, but once that chain went around his neck he dropped in height so that his handler could press his nipples serviced whenever needed.

[creativeclay2]

Nurtured Down

Trying something different, and also haven’t found the right pic yet. If you think you know one that fits, let me know. Also happy to hear your thoughts on the story.

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At first, you felt like you’d hit he jackpot. After your boyfriend had come back from some repeat, he’d been nice. Giving. He started doing so many unexpected small things for you. It was like heaven. Before long you barely felt like you had to do anything at all.

Breakfast and dinner were made for you every day. All your old shared household duties he did without a fuss. You were able to basically completely veg out and relax after work everyday. He’d come home and just do it all.

After a while though, things started to seem a bit strange. You came in for breakfast one morning, and instead of your normal eggs, there was cereal. You didn’t want to complain since he’d still gotten it ready for you so you ate it. You drank your coffee even though you felt like it had way too much milk. Small things like that seemed to happen a lot, but you didn’t mind too much, and besides, if you complained, maybe he’d stop doing all the other great things for you.

You did question him when he cut your food for you the first time at dinner, but he simply shrugged and said “I’ve learned to find so much happiness in doing the little things for you, I couldn’t stop myself.” Though you certainly didn’t need such gestures, you figured if they made him happy you’d go for it.

You similarly gave in when he bought briefs for you. He loved how they looked on you so much that you figured it wouldn’t hurt. They weren’t your style, but if it made him happy, it was a small price to pay. He’d also stopped smoking joints with you, instead getting you these pot lollipops which were a lot stronger.

Your sex life started to change too. Maybe because he was so busy doing all the things around the house, but you never seemed to fool around as much as you’d used to. When you did finally get into it, it was very different. You’d have some great foreplay, but then it kind of never went anywhere. He never seemed in the mood to bottom. He did seem to like blowjobs though so you started doing that much more often even though it wasn’t your thing. Afterwards he’d play with you some but you pretty much just jerked yourself off after he was spent. You figured it was only temporary.

A few weeks went by and you barely noticed the changes anymore. You only raised your eyebrows a little when your healthy cereal became Lucky Charms. You’d gotten so used to your drink that you barely noticed that there was almost no coffee in your morning milk. You almost objected when he swapped the in-style briefs for tight whities, but you let it go. On the rare times you had sex, you were so pent up you started just jerking while sucking.

Things actually didn’t change much after that for a couple months. But then it all came crashing down. One day you came home and there was another guy there. He walked over to you and pulled back your pants glancing at your tight white briefs. “Yep. Looks like it’s true. I’m impressed you’re such a good little boy.”

You didn’t like the way that that sounded at all. You turned to your boyfriend who had gotten up and walked up next to you as well, ready to ask what was going on, but when you opened your mouth, you found something pushed inside it. “Suck,” he said, and you found yourself doing it. It was one of the pot lollipops. 

“That’s a good little boy” the other man said. Before you could respond he held up his hand. “I know what you’re going to say. ‘Im a man not a little boy,’ but let me ask you a few questions ok? Just nod or shake your head so you can keep sucking on your loli. Ok?”

You started to fume at the way he was talking but you found yourself nodding and sucking.

“In the last several months think back. Okay?” Nod

“Do you like being taken care of by your bf?” Nod

“Do you cook for yourself” Shake

“Do you do any shopping for yourself” Shake

“Do you do any house chores?” shake

“Do you wear white briefs?” nod

“Do you fuck your boyfriend?” Shake

“Do you suck your boyfriend?” Nod

The questions went on and on, each getting more and more humiliating. He’d even ask the same questions but phrased to make them sound even worse to your ears. After over an hour, you were practically in tears. You have no idea how you’d lost so much control over your life. And part of you even grew to like it.

The man seemed to see your consternation. “It’s ok little guy. I know it’s upsetting. That’s why I’m here. You see your bf did a great job setting you up, but I knew he’d need help to push you over the edge. You see, when I met him, I knew I wanted to be with him. As he told me about you, I decided I needed to help him see you in a new light. And you helped so well. You were such a good boy!!

Hearing him say it, you were again humiliated, but somehow you did enjoy the praise. He nodded as though he could see your thoughts in your head. He came over to you and pulled the stick of the lollipop out of your mouth, you hadn’t even realized it was gone. It was immediately replaced with something else that you started sucking without thinking.

He smiled. He proceeded to compliment you and pat you on the the back as he comforted you. You somehow allowed him to take off your shirt, shoes, and jeans while he was talking. After he was done he pulled you up by your hand and walked you over to the mirror. To your horror, you saw exactly what he and your boyfriend say. In your little white briefs and socks with the unexpected pacifier in your mouth, your image of your manhood was shattered.

He could see it in your eyes, and nodded. “That’s right baby boy. You see it now too. We’re almost there.” He started massaging your cock through your briefs making it even harder to process coherent thoughts, so didn’t even resist when he pulled you into the bed and pulled off your briefs.

“There is one small problem we have to take care of,” he said. I knew I was more a man than you in every way, better able to take care of the man you called yours. But there was one surprise,” he said as he stroked you faster. He edged you like that for an hour or more, time was all a blur. Throughout it he kept telling you how good you were. He had you so close to cuming that when he whispered in your ear “Say I’m a good little boy” you practically shouted it, losing your pacifier in the process. That was the moment he took you over the edge for the last time. You came in copious copious amounts and were laying there panting when you felt something cold on your quickly softening cock.

“You see, you’re slightly bigger than I am down here.” He said quietly. “Luckily, there’s a remedy for that. A few months in this and you’ll have shriveled up really nicely. Give you the baby cock that fits your now-baby mind.” You looked down to see a small plastic cage locking down your once-impressive manhood. A small part of you still wanted to object, but when your former boyfriends cock was put before your mouth your thoughts faded again as you began to suck him.

You soon realized that you had become part of a larger relationship, but no longer were a man in that relationship. The more that sank in, the harder it was for you to deny the remaining changes they ended up making to you. It was hard to imagine, but you were now happy and content as the dumb diapered cuck you’d become.

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Mutt

(A requested story)

Jackson was excited to have his own apartment. He’d grown up in a small family home with seven siblings. As much as he loved his family he longed for his own space, his own freedom. How could he bring girls home when he shared a room with his younger brothers? Plus it would get awkward introducing his revolving door of women. When he found the apartment it seemed too good to be true. It was in the middle of the city, was low rent, and frankly looked amazing. All of the apartments had become available to rent. When he was moving in, he noticed several others moving in at the same time. All young jock types much like Jackson. It was a bit odd. Jackson was hauling his last box up the stairs of the complex to his apartment when he was greeted by his landlord. The man was tall and burly. He was a real stocky Daddy type. A thick beard adorned his face with specks of grey and a firm gut pressed against his shirt. Jackson thought it was disgusting how fat the man was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, his voice carrying natural authority. Behind the man’s apartment door, Jackson could hear barking and whining. The smell of wet dog seeping through the door. The slightest look of disgust crept onto Jackson’s face. He hated dogs. They were filthy and disgusting animals, why anyone would want one as a pet was beyond him. They were loud and you had to pick up their poop. Why would anyone in their right mind want one? Jackson was a very clean guy so why would he put up with some dirty mutt? As if on queue, a dog slipped out of the landlords apartment and ran towards Jackson. The dog had slobber dripping from its face and mud was caked to its fur. It’s jumped up at Jackson and started slobbering over his face. “Get this fucking mutt off me!” Jackson screamed at his landlord who was just chuckling. The man whipped out his phone and pointed it at Jackson now the dog had jumped into his arms. “Smile!” The man said. Something about his voice made Jackson obey, even though he wanted to be as far away from the animal as possible. He smiled and one the man put the phone down only then could Jackson drop the act and retreat into his apartment.

“Filthy fucking animal!” Jackson muttered to himself as he started opening the boxes strewn around the room. Unpacking boxes, Jackson’s apartment started to feel a lot more like his own. He started with the kitchen, then the living room, then the bathroom. However, once he got to the boxes with his clothes he realised there must have been some sort of mistake. All of his shirts, tees and hoodies were missing, or more so replaced. They all had weird phrases and images printed on them. Phrases like “PUP” and “Sun Puppy” and “Good Boy”. It was all a bit freaky to him. But with no other options, he’d have to start wearing them.

As he slept in his new bed, Jackson felt itchy. He’d scratch as he’d toss and turn. Earlier he’d been finding stray dog hairs around his apartment. The landlord must have let his dogs loose on the property before which frustrated him. He didn’t want some dirty dogs messing up his home before he’d even moved in. As he slept he scratched at his face, his arms, his legs. Even behind his ears which helped him relax as he slept. Once he woke up his skin felt bristly. He’d always been a very smooth bodied guy. He only had light fuzz on his arms and legs but now they were stubbly. Especially his torso. It looked like a five o’clock shadow across most of his skin.

Either way, Jackson knew he still looked hot and wasn’t going to let a bit of hair stop him. Some girls loved a man who had body hair so he just saw it as expanding his market. Although he also felt slightly bloated, he tried to go to the toilet but it just felt wrong. The seat was uncomfortable and he couldn’t go. Without much choice for clothes, Jackson opted for one of the less graphic tees and a pair of shorts. He needed to grab some groceries before he went on a run to get to know the area. As he was shopping he got some weird looks but even stranger found himself almost growling when anyone would stare too long. It was almost like something was stuck in his throat. As he was checking out he noticed his face in the mirror. The hair on his body must have been growing quicker than he thought. Where yesterday he’d had a smooth face, he now sported facial hair around his neck and creeping up his cheeks. Normally he’d have been disgusted by it, reminding him of the rough locals back in his small rural town. But for some reason he liked the looks. It made him feel… good.

As he left his apartment for his run later that morning, Jackson bumped into his landlord again. He had a multitude of leads extending from his hands with several dogs attached. All different breeds and sizes. “Good morning, going for a run?” The man said and Jackson begrudgingly entertained the conversation. He wanted to be as far from the weird landlord and his filthy mutts as possible. “Yeah.” Jackson stated bluntly. “My dogs love a good run so I’m not surprised, make sure you take these with you, you might need them.” The man shoved a fist full of doggy bags into Jackson’s hand. Fucking doggy bags. Why the fuck would he need them. “That’s a good boy.” This statement caused a wave of pleasure to creep across Jackson as a smile cracked into his face. He didn’t like his landlord but he wanted to hear him say it again. Before Jackson could speak the man and his dogs were gone. As he made his way past the other apartments, Jackson couldn’t help but notice they were all quiet, oddly quiet. Some even had their doors ajar. In one he peeked in to see cushions ripped up and what looked like piss on the floor. Disgusting, one of the landlords dogs must have gotten in. He thought it weird but decided to continue outside.

The park adjacent to the apartment complex was huge. Large open spaces, lots of trees and even a runners path. There were hardly any people out, just lots of dog walkers. There was even a huge dog park near the entrance. He could see his landlord letting his dogs loose as they ran around, sniffed each other’s butts and some were even fucking. Jackson turned away thinking it was gross. The landlord gave him a wave and for a moment Jackson wanted to walk over, run even. But he didn’t. He started his run with his music blaring in his ears. He felt good, hot even. How could any girl resist a handsome jock like him. He even passed a petite blonde girl walking her dog and gave her a smirk. But as he jogged on, Jackson felt his stomach rumbling. His guts felt like they were churning. He had to slow down to a jog because it became uncomfortable. His bladder also started feeling like it was about to burst. He needed a toilet, but there seemed to be none around the park. Now desperate Jackson was looking for somewhere to relieve himself. He saw what looked like a small shack for maintenance and ran towards it. He was clenching his crotch in one hand and his ass in the other. He was about to burst. Sweat we pouring down his forehead as he looked around. The coast was clear. He hated that he had to do it outside like some mutt. He squat and pulled down his shorts. As soon as his ass was out it was as if his intestines were pouring out of him. Relief ran across his face as he shit on the floor. He couldn’t help it, he even found himself starting to get hard. Just as he was done he felt almost euphoric. It was then that his landlord started to pass in front of him with his parade of dogs. They lumbered up to his face and started sniffing him, one even going for his butt. The landlord chuckled, “told you you’d need a doggy bag, might even need a few.” The man laughed and walked on. Jackson’s face flushed red as he slowly got up and pulled his shorts back on. The fuck was wrong with him?! As he ran home his tongue idly slipped out his mouth and bounced as he ran, panting the whole way.

Back at his apartment Jackson could help but feel dirty, unclean even. He’d just gone to the toilet in the park and it was like a switch went off in his mind. He couldn’t use the toilet even if he wanted. If he needed to pee he knew from now on he’d only be able to go outside. He felt disgusted as he put the doggy bags full of shit into the trash can outside the apartment. This time as he made his way to his door, he noticed even more apartments with doors left open and in similar states. From outside his landlords door it seemed there was even more barking as the dogs sounded like they were going wild. Once back in his apartment Jackson felt uncomfortable in his clothes. They felt restricting and unbearably itchy. He sat down and started taking off his shoes when the smell of sweaty trainers hit him by surprise. The rotten smell was almost enticing as he lifted the shoe up to his nose and gave a deep sniff. What the fuck was wrong with him. He loved it but knew he shouldn’t. He threw the shoe down in shock. He continued stripping his clothes starting with his socks. He was shocked when he saw his feet were covered in thick black hair. He looked like a hobbit. He then took off his shorts and shirt to see he was covered in the stuff. All matted and sweaty against his skin. Not only that, his stomach looked, bloated? Sitting down it bulged out and was resting in his lap. It was a solid gut. His abs were hidden under layers of thick warm fat. His hands groped and squeezed it but no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it, it was real. His jock body was gone. A roll of fat even creased under his soft pecs above his gut.

He needed help, and fast. What the hell was happening to him. He needed to find someone. They’d tell him what to do. Yeah! They’d tell him what to do. He’d do what they said. That would make him feel better. He didn’t know what to do on his own, he needed direction. Commands. To feel like a good boy. Jackson grew restless and started whining. Something was very wrong. He could t live on his own. He wanted his home. His master. Jackson knew these thoughts were wrong but it was starting to feel like it was all he’d ever known. In a panic he started pacing the room, his belly jiggling with every step. It felt wrong. Something was off. He shouldn’t be walking in two feet. Yeah that’s what was wrong, Jackson was a smart boy. He should be on all fours. He dropped to his hands and knees and started pacing the room. Wait no! His was a human, he walked on two feet didn’t he? He tried to get back up but standing up was making his back hurt. He crawled over to his phone to try and call someone. Anyone. He tapped at the screen but it was just bright colours and shapes to him now. He couldn’t understand it. Jackson shouted out which quickly made his fear worse.

WOOF! BARK! AROOOOO!

Where were his words? His human words? Humans have words. They speak with them don’t they? Why couldn’t he? Jackson kept barking in frustration trying his best to form and word he could but it was no use. He was so scared he started to piss himself. He didn’t know what to do. The puddle grew beneath him. Just when he thought he was completely helpless his front door opened. It was his landlord. In his hand was a leash and a collar. Jackson’s knew whatever this was, whatever was happening to him, it was because of that man. His landlord. His… master. As if on autopilot, Jackson bound towards the man, barking and slobbering. His tongue was now flopping out the corner of his mouth, dribble dripping on the floor. The man towered over him and Jackson felt his ass wiggling. Shaking back and forth. His non existent tail wagging away. “Sit.” Jackson’s ass plopped to the floor as he sat on his haunches. “Good boy.” There it was again, that feeling of pleasure washing over Jackson making his ass shake even more. “Roll over.” Jackson fell onto his back, legs in the air as the man bent down and started rubbing his belly. It felt so good. Jackson wiggled and whined in pleasure. Before he knew it, a collar was fastened around his neck.

With that the last apartment, other than the landlord’s, was vacant. No one knew what happened to Jackson or the other tenants. No one ever did. It was a cycle. Normally people would move in then out in a matter of days. Maybe onto bigger and better things, no one knew what. Except for Jackson himself. He was now a permanent resident living in his masters apartment. His master was kind and tried to explain things to him, but Jackson would just cock his head to the side whenever his master spoke human words he didn’t understand. To the world around him, everyone saw Jackson and the other man in Master’s apartment as dogs of all breeds. All boundy and energetic. Dirty mutts as Jackson used to call them, although now he was one himself. Master even took Jackson for a walk on his own in the park the other day and the hot blonde from before said what a cute boy he was as she stroked behind his ears. He even walked him with one of his friends and their ‘dog’ a couple times. To everyone Jackson was now Jax the cute husky.

Master’s apartment was full of dogs just like him. They all slept together on the floor of master’s room, sniffed each-others butts, fucked throughout the day, went on walks, used the park as their toilet and playground, ate kibble from the same bowl and drank from the same dish. Life was simple for Jax. If you could see him for what he was, not just a mutt, you’d see how hairy the once hairless man was. His pudgy gut from being well fed. How he was constantly sweaty and dirty. Constantly horny. Always naked. Just a brute of a sub for his master.

Tonight was a treat for Jax however. Tonight was his turn in bed with master. They’d fuck senseless as the other mutts slept and Jax would howl long into the night. Although he still needed training. He came before Master let him so he’d be in the cage for the next week as well as have his cock locked away. Jax still had a long way to go until he was his Master’s perfect good boy.

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The Bear Necessities: camping for change

The campsite was practically empty. Dylan’s family had forced him to join them on their camping weekend. He hated camping. He was an adult now he didn’t want to be dragged along on stupid family holidays. His parents would baby him all weekend and worst yet he hated camping. Dylan was more of a hang out with mates and play video games kinda guy.

As his family started pitching up their tent, Dylan couldn’t help but notice there was only one other group of people camping. It was a couple of men who were both large and hairy, sporting big round bellies and beefy frames. Dylan knew exactly what they were. A couple of gay bears. Great! Not only was he stuck with his family on some dumb camping trip but he was also stuck with some horny gay men. They two men came over and said hi to Dylan and his family, saying they were gonna move their tent further away so Dylan’s family wouldn’t hear them. They said this laughing and smirking which just made Dylan feel disgusted. The thought of two fat hairy men getting off together was gross. Before leaving, they even whispered to Dylan with a cheeky smirk that they’d be seeing him around.

Time at the campsite went slowly for Dylan as his family forced him to join their card games and to help cook dinner. God they were so overbearing on him he hated it. He didn’t want to hang out with them they were so clingy. No wonder he spent as much time away from them as he could. He needed a break from them and decided to go explore the campsite. He saw a small building with toilets and showers as well as a kids playground towards the edge. The whole site was lined with trees and fields around the perimeter. As he wandered he started to feel itchy. Like a big had bitten him. He scratched at his chest and arms until it grew unbearable. Maybe a shower would help. On his way to the shower building, he passed the two bears again, now cuddling by a fire and waving at him. Dylan hated to admit it but it kinda looked cosy where they were. Maybe he’d go say hi later. As he got in the showers he stripped off his clothes and threw them to the floor. The itching was so intense now, it looked like small bumps were pushing out all across his smooth, slim body.

The warm water of the shower blasted him in the face and instantly started soothing Dylan’s itchy skin. His merciless scratching died down until he started rubbing his body under the steamy water. He rested his arm against the wall as the water rushed over him. It felt so relaxing and the itching had almost completely died down. He had his eyes shut as water ran over his youthful face. Once he opened his eyes, Dylan was shocked. He saw his arm extended onto the wall, only now thick black hair coated it. His hand practically looked like a paw there was so much hair. Even his knuckles had the tick black hair. It ran all the way up hit arms and onto his shoulders. If only Dylan could see that it didn’t stop there. In fact it had now entirely covered his back like a thick carpet of fur.

Dylan started to panic as a warm sensation started to emit just beneath his skin. More hair appeared across his body in places he’d been completely smooth before. His chest, his ass, his face, his stomach. He looked like an animal. A bear even. The warm feeling then started to feel like a bubbling as his body began to bloat and puff out. His arms and legs grew thick muscle making them look like pythons. His hairy feet cracked and pulsed as they pushed forwards and grew into size 14s. His belly puffed out as it started to swell like a water balloon. It groaned and creaked the entire time. Love handles bulged out at his sides and created a roll of fat just above them under his armpit. Thick dimples carved themselves out above his ass as a double chin dropped under his new beard. Even his nipples puffed out and his once small pecs became like pillows. Dark hair swirled around his belly button making it look even bigger and deeper as it sunk into his fat gut.

Oddly, as Dylan stepped out the shower, he no longer felt disgusted but his new look. Instead he felt pleasantly comfortable. He heard footsteps enter the showers as he saw the two bears from earlier looking at him with bright smiles.

The rest of that weekend was a blur for Dylan. He remembered some police showing up at the campsite, a family crying saying someone was missing, and spending the whole time sat with his big bear daddies. He was their baby. That whole weekend they’d cuddle up wherever they were and fuck mercilessly until the early hours of the morning, sweat and cum covering their bodies. Dylan was of course their cute bear bottom. They would pamper himself and look after him. Where ever they went Dylan would follow like a lot puppy, he depended on them now. He loved his family. And where there was once a 20 year old boy, now stood a 43 year old man. Of course when he first changed he hand ages too much, but potent bear cum will age a growing boy up to his full potential. But Dylan didn’t mind, he just knew he loved his daddies. Apparently this winter they’d be hibernating so he’d need a lot more of their seed to make it through the cold months.

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Hey, so I haven’t seen my friends in a while due to studying and the pandemic. They always say how I’m very predictable and I haven’t changed since they met me. Anyway you could change me to when they see me they won’t think I’m so predictable anymore?

Ah, predictable David. Always keeping in your comfort zone, rarely breaking away from your strict routine of college work, study and sleep. I think it’s time we change things up. Don’t you agree?

You walk passively around your lonely apartment, picking up small bits of rubbish and putting them in the trash. You wipe down the counters and clean the dishes, making sure your home was as tidy as possible before your guests arrive.

It’ll be the first time you see your friends since the beginning of the pandemic. Well, first time you see them in person at least. You had seen them in Zoom classes and Facetime calls, but it just wasn’t the same. So, this was a special occasion for you all.

You had invited them to have dinner and drinks at yours. Just a small get together. Nothing too big. Just like old times.

You take the final beer glass out of the dishwasher. Your distorted reflection stares back at you.

“Same old me”. You smile lifelessly. “I hope they’re not disappointed.”

You drag your feet as you walk to your bedroom, ready to put on the same old shirt and jeans you wore back when you first met them.

You stare into your reflection.

“I wish I wasn’t so predictable.” You sigh. “I just want them to be surprised, that’s all. I wish I could just... change.”

You glance at your phone, checking the time.

6.40pm

“They’re gonna be here in twenty minutes!” You dive deep into your closet, trying to find your average shirt and jeans. But before you do, you feel something strange.

A rush of horniness flows over you. You feel blood rush into your average sized penis, causing your hard dick to press firmly against your thigh, feeling trapped in your underwear.

“Fuck... I feel so fuckin horny” You moan, grinding your hips against the closet door. Your hard cock pleasurefully rubbing itself against your thigh.

Horniness clouds your brain as precum begins pouring out of your cock like a leaking faucet. As precum drips out, your cock begin to grow, both in length and girth. It grows and thickens, causing the bulge in your tracksuit to look unnaturally large. Suddenly, your cock grows so big that it bursts through your underwear, flopping out and pressing against your tracksuit, leaving little to the imagination.

Your brain turns fuzzy and warm as your body takes over. You jump onto the floor, giving into your primal urges, fucking the floor beneath you with your new fat cock. Your body grinds against the floor as if you’re fucking your potent load into some fertile pussy.

You close your eyes as your body rhythmically fucks the carpet. You hump and hump, pressing your cock into the ground. Your brain clouding over more and more.

Suddenly, as you continue to grind your cock against the carpet, you feel your stomach rub against the floor. How strange. It wasn’t touching the carpet before. But it definitely was now. You tried to lift your stomach up from the floor, but no matter how far you got from the carpet, your belly continued to rub off it. You snap out of your horny haze and force yourself to stand up. You feel significantly heavier than before. You eventually reach your feet and look at yourself in the mirror. You scream in shock.

You look like some jock who’s had one too many beers. Or maybe 50 beers too many beers. You struggle to adjust to the weight your new body, falling against the mirror in front of you, causing your fat belly and perky fuckable tits to press against the reflection. You look like some fat fuckable hog.

“I look so fat... bro!” You scream at your new body. “What, bro? Why do I keep saying bro, bro? What’s happening to me, man? I sound like a fuckin jock, dude!”

You pushed yourself off the mirror and watched your body wobble. You stumbled out of your bedroom, stepping over beer bottles and dirty used cumrags. You suddenly look back in shock to see your clean room had turned into a pigsty. Your books had turned into porn magazines and your clean floor had become littered with beer cans. It reeks. It is the perfect pigsty for a fat fuckable jock pig like you.

You wobble your way into the living room, ready to run for the door. But before you can reach the door’s handle, your pig body regains control. It’s like your a passenger in your own body, completely out of control.

Your body jiggles its way over to the couch, flopping itself down. You absentmindedly switch on the TV, switching on the football game. You sit back on the couch, getting more comfortable. Your body begins to inflate even more. Your slightly overweight jock body starts growing until you look like a fat overweight pig. Your belly expands outwards, becoming soft and round. Your tits follow suit, rounding out and filling up with meat, becoming fuckable and bouncy. Your nipples grow too, becoming thicker and fatter. Your nipples look like they are begging to be nursed on.

You suddenly regain control over your pig body. You attempt to get off the couch, but it’s impossible. You try to stand, you try to roll over but nothing works. Your body keeps you immobile, sitting on the sofa, forced to watch the football game. You continue to struggle and struggle until

PFFFFFTTTTTT

“Fuck, man! That’s so embarassing bro. And it smell’s awful dudeee.” You let out a soft chuckle. A part of you, deep down, finds it funny. Yes, you might be turning into a fat fuckable hog of a man, but your farts.... they’re funny!

“Hehehe mannnn, I smell like a- BURRRRRRRRP” You let out the most guttural burp.

“God, maybe I am a just a fat pig- BURRRRPPPP” You chuckle. “A BIG FAT DUMB FUCKABLE PIG HAHAHAHAHA”

PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

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Your friends arrive, letting themselves in the door to find their big fat pig of a friend guzzling beer and rubbing his 9 inch fat cock on the sofa.

At first they look at you in horror. What had happened to you? How did you change so much in such little time? It was just a year!

But as reality shifted in your apartment, so did they. Their brains began to adjust to this new you. They got sucked into this new reality. A new reality in which their best friend, David, was now a dumb fat jock. They all join you on the couch, pulling at your fat tits, calling you “lard-ass”, letting you burp in their face. Ah, what more could a boy ask for?

You got exactly what you wanted, David. To change into something unpredictable... and let me tell you, no one could have ever expected a smart meek college student like you to end up as a fat dumb college drop out who can’t do anything more than drool on his fat tits...

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City Boy

“Please don’t break down now. Not here. Anywhere but here!”

Nick had been travelling through the countryside when his rusty car broke down. Nick was a rich city boy. Being stranded in the countryside was completely out of his comfort zone. Nick stepped out of the rickety old car. He was surrounded by nothing but corn fields. Not a single person or house in sight.

Nick began walked along the side of the road, hoping a car would pass by. Nick had been walking for around an hour before he saw something in the distance. It was a house. A big bright farmhouse with a barn out the back. It was the first house Nick had seen in miles. Nick precariously approached the farmhouse. He could see a big hulking farmer feeding cows out the back. The shirtless farmer glanced back at the 19 year old.

“What do you want, city boy?” The reeking man’s voice growled.

The cowboy brought Nick into his home and sat him down in the kitchen. Nick explained what had happened. The cowboy barely seemed to be paying attention. He kept staring lustfully at the 19 year old. His disgusting farm stench filled Nick’s nostrils.

“So city boy, I’ve been looking for some help on the farm” The cowboy said in his southern drawl. “Are yer interested?”

Nick laughed nervously. “No, man. I just need to use your phon-”

“Man?” The cowboy questioned angrily.

USE YOUR MANNERS, BOY

“I’m sorry, sir” Nick blurted out. It was almost as if the words just slipped out of his mouth. As if the cowboy’s words had infected his brain, forcing him to say it. Nick was confused.

YOU WANT TO WORK HERE

“I want to work here, sir” Nick blurted out again. Nick had no control over his mouth anymore. He felt like the cowboy’s puppet. Completely suggestable to everything he was saying. The cowboy’s words embedded themselves in Nick’s brain. His words were not only changing Nick’s reality, but they were also changing Nick as a person...

Nick jumped up from his seat in fear. Nick looked at the hulking cowboy. His 6’8 stature. Nick could smell the cowboy’s hairy body which reeked of pigs and hay. Nick then made a B line for the back door. He needed to escape. What was this man doing to him?

YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY, BOY.

The cowboy’s words buried deep into Nick’s mind. He couldn’t just run away... could he? He can’t just leave the cowboy. It wouldn’t be right. Deep inside, Nick knew it was immoral to leave the farmer, but Nick forced himself to keep running. Nick ran until he reached the front of the farm. He was ready to run back to his car but... his feet refused to bring him any further. His body refused to take a step outside of the farm. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t leave. He was trapped here...

YOU GREW UP ON THIS FARM, BOY

The cowboy’s words began to tamper with Nick’s memories. Nick’s recollection of growing up in the city vanished. They were replaced with fake memories. Memories of growing up in the South. He remembered life on the farm. How he loved milking the cows, feeding the chickens and stacking the hay. It was his favourite thing to do ever since he was a kid. The 19 year old grabbed his head. He knew the memories were fake. But they felt so... real. Wait... maybe they weren’t fake? Maybe Nick did grow up on the farm?

“What are yer doin to me?! This ain’t my home! I’m from over yonder. I ain’t some hillbilly farmboy!”

Nick’s hands clasped at his mouth. Nick’s accent was now completely Southern. There was not a trace of city boy left in him. It sounded like he had never even been to the city. It sounded like the only place he had ever been was.... the countryside.

YOU TAKE AFTER YOUR FATHER, SON

The cowboy began to rewrite Nick’s genetics. His lineage being rewritten. Nick began to forget about his real father. All memories of living with his loving father faded until there was nothing left. But new memories filled their place. Nick’s mind began to be filled with memories of working on the farm with the cowbo- no... not ‘the cowboy’... his father.

Nick’s genes began rewriting themselves. Changing to adopt the genetics of the muscular cowboy standing in front of him. Nick grew in height as his genetics were replaced with the cowboy’s. He went from a generous 5’8 to a monstrous 6’5. Nick’s muscles began growing. His biceps grew bigger and bigger. His chest bulked up. His abs became more defined. His shoulders broadened. His small dainty hands began thickening, turning into big meaty paws. His fingers fat like sausages. Callouses formed on his hands due to the copious amounts of farm work he had done throughout his entire life in the countryside.

His body grew hairier and hairer. His smooth boyish skin became more coarse and manly. His 19 year old face began aging. It aged until the 19 year old looked like he was in his 30s... and that’s because he was. The 33 year old’s face was now covered by a thick manly beard. His testosterone levels sky rocketed. Sweat covered his body, embedding itself in his new body hair. His hairy armpits reeked. He smelled as bad as the pig sty out back. No amount of showers or soap could get rid of the smell. It was the smell of a true country boy. Nick’s city boy clothing began disappearing, being replaced by his milking uniform.

“Pops, what’s happening to m-?”

YOU ARE AN UNEDUCATED COUNTRY BOY

Nick was cut off by his father. His eyes grew dim and vacant. His jaw dropped open. Drool began forming in his mouth. Nick’s IQ had plummeted. His IQ went from 140 to 80 in a matter of seconds. It began slipping down further and further.

“NO! POPS, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

His IQ slipped from 80 to 70.

“NO POPS! I WASSA SMART BOY!”

His IQ slipped from 70 to 50.

“NO! I DID DONE WENT TO COLLEGE!”

It slipped down further and further until it eventually fell to a mind numbingly stupid 30.

“Imma dumb farmboy, pops” Nick flexed his massive biceps releasing his pit stink into his father’s nostrils. His father smirked.

A dumb blissful expression crossed Nick’s face. Nick felt so at home in his father’s hands. So safe. So vacant. So dumb.

“Sarry for trynna run away, pops. I dunno whut I were thinkin, sir” Nick rubbed his empty head.

LET’S MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY ME

Nick’s new father clicked his fingers. And with that, Nick felt a swelling in his chest. It felt as if his pecs were filling up. Filling up with liquid. They felt so heavy. The new weight on his chest almost caused Nick to fall over. He shifted his new weight causing the fat pecs on his chest to jiggle. Nick dumbly looked at his tits. There seemed to be a white liquid leaking out of his nipple. It looked like... milk. Nick’s once lean pecs began getting bigger and fatter as they filled up with milk. They looked so heavy. So fuckable. His nipples grew so sensitive. The slightest touch evoking the most intense pleasure. Nick’s father just wanted titty fuck his son right then and there.

“Ma boobs done grown so big, pops”

“As punishment for trying to run away, your fat tits will now supply our farm’s milk” Nick’s father deviously grinned as he stared at his son’s leaking breasts.

Nick’s father forcefully grabbed his son’s nipples and began milking his tits. It felt so orgasmic. So pleasurable. Nick felt his intelligence being milked out of his tits. He moaned in pleasure. The more Nick was milked, the more he tried to fight back against his natural urges. But the pleasure soon became too much for the farm boy. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The dumb country boy tried to resist, but he couldn’t help but let out a big

“MOOOOOOOOOOOO”

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And so, Nick lived out the rest of his life on his father’s farm. The dumb country boy happily fulfilled his duties on the farm. He fed the chickens, stacked the hay, let his father cum deep inside his ass. But most importantly, he supplied the farm’s dairy by letting his father milk his fat tits. Nick’s father glanced at the buckets full of his son’s milk. He grinned.

“Go get me some firewood, son. If you disobey, I’ll make it so the only thing comin out that dumb mouth of yours is MOOOOOO.”

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A little reblog for my most popular story

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Intro to Advertising

Shit! I’m late. I grab my coffee, take a seat at my desk and open my laptop. Another semester of online classes… great. I like college. I swear I do. I’ve always been the smartest kid in the class. No other student’s brains compare to mine. That kinda sounds conceited but it’s true! I was top of the class last year. And I intend on keeping that title. No one will stop me.

I load up Zoom and enter in the meeting code. First module of semester 2… “Intro to Advertising” it reads. Ten minutes late. No one’s gonna notice, right? The call finishes loading. I am met with the faces of fifteen other students. 

“Looks like we have a latecomer.” The professor scoffs. “Eh… let’s see what your name is… Robert? Is that right?”

I sit there like a deer in headlights, quickly regretting entering the class at all. I stare blankly at the screen before deciding to bite the bullet.

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry for being lat-“

“We started ten minutes ago, Robert. This isn’t the best first impression. We’ve already started the discussion without you.” 

We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. “Sorry” I smile awkwardly and turn off my microphone. Other students in the call smirk and snicker.

What a dick. I was ten minutes late. I’ve never been called out like that before. In fact, I’m usually never late. This was the first time. And he still made a mockery of me. Jeez. Screw this guy. 

I had never seen him before either. He sat upright in his chair as his bulging muscles strained against his shirt. He was in surprisingly good shape for his age. He looked around forty, maybe fifty? He’s basically bald but his body seems hairy. I can see his thick forearms covered with jet black fur and a tuft of chest hair poking out of his shirt . His beard is manly and thick. His voice was deep and commanding. He might have been hot but he was still a prick for calling me out.

“So, as I was saying.” He glared at me. “Let’s discuss target demographics. When selling a product, businesses target their adverts towards specific groups based on factors such as income, age, race, sexual orientation and occupation.”

The moustached professor continued on with his big spiel. I passively took notes from the slides until I heard the dreaded words.

“Robert!” The professor sarcastically smiled. “How about we use you as an example?”

I let out a fake smile. Fuck. Why me? I unmuted myself. “Sure”

“Perfect.” The professor smiled and leaned back on his chair.

“Let’s say… I’m selling gym equipment, okay? And you’re my target demographic.” The professor smirks a devilish grin. “Let’s say your name is Jackson, okay?”

“Okay… my name is Jackson” I passively agree. Something about the professor’s words… they just spiralled in my head. Repeating. Spinning round and round in my mind.

“Class.” He addressed the rest of the students. “If I’m trying to sell gym equipment to Jackson. What kind of target demographic do you think he’s is in?”

Brad, the class jock, chimes in. “I’d say Jackson would be big and muscular. Like big pecs… and biceps and stuff.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Does he not hear how stupid that answer is? He sounds more like this supposed ‘Jackson’ than I do. I reach up and scratch my chest but something seems… off. I look down at my chest. It seems… swollen? It doesn’t normally look this big. I thought I was wearing an oversized shirt today. But it looks totally normal on me now. It fits me to a T. I lay my hand on my obsencely big chest, letting my fingers sink into my new fat pecs. Now that I’m looking, my hands seem unusually large too. My hands are supposed to be small and thin. I shouldn’t have thick fat sausage fingers. They’re huge! My eyes travel up my arm to see my huge biceps. My once think skinny arms are now monstrous beasts. I look like I lift weights every day, like one of those dumb jocks. Are people seeing what’s happening to me? Am I going crazy?

Brad continued rambling on about this ‘Jackson’ character. What better person to describe a jock, than a jock. “Jackson would also like… hate wearing shirts, bro. He’d wanna show off that big bod of his. He’d be just like me and the other bros.”

Suddenly, I feel the need to strip for my class. I want to just pull off my shirt and show them these new big muscles. Oh God, what’s happening to me? I can’t be actually turning into this fake ‘Jackson’… can I? That’s crazy. And yet, I can’t help but feel the need to just show off my beastly body. Maybe, I can just take it off for a bit. I can just show my muscles and then put it back on… yeah, totally. That’s not weird. People should see my body. It’s gonna feel so good to show off.

I grab the bottom of my t-shirt and strip, putting my body on full display for everyone to see. I can’t deny, it feels to right to be shirtless. I don’t even want to think about covering myself up. I should just stay like this for the rest of the class. It won’t hurt anyone. I bounce my new tits playfully at the camera.

“So, would a business target something like a book towards someone like Jackson?” The professor watches my bouncing tits and smiles.

Callum, the posh kid, scoffs. “Jackson probably doesn’t even know how to read. He just spends all day at the gym. Flexing his muscles and jerking off to porno mags.” 

As I absentmindedly play with my tits, I hear movement across the room. The noise is emanating from my bookshelf. I’ve spent years trying to fill it up. It’s got every book you can imagine. That bookshelf is one of the reasons for my grades. It’s filled with every literary classic you can imagine, from The Great Gatsby to Jane Eyre. The noise from the bookcase only grows louder. The books start vibrating. As if each book is trying to wiggle its way out of the shelf and onto the floor. My huge body sits helplessly in front of the Zoom call. I focus in on my favourite book, The Catcher in the Rye. I’ve been in love with that book ever since I was younger. I watch it wiggle and struggle as it slowly creeps closer to the edge. With one final wiggle, the book falls off the shelf and towards the floor. As the book falls, it elongates and becomes thinner. As it hits the floor, I hear a loud thud. I look down at the ‘book’ in horror. The book is now nothing more than a gay porn magazine. I try to think of the book it was before… but I can’t remember. All my knowledge of the book is gone. As if I had never read it. Each literary classic falls of the vibrating bookshelf. Each one of them becoming gay porn magazines as they hit the floor. With each thud, my brain shrinks a little bit more. All my literary knowledge is gone and now replaced by images of big cocks and fat fuckable asses.

The thuds become too overwhelming for my brain to handle. I panic after seeing I had drooled all over my laptop. I glance back at the Zoom call to see everyone staring at me. Some students were laughing. Some were scoffing. They now saw me as some big dumb brute. 

My jaw drops open, becoming slacked and lazy. I’m left looking like a dumb ape who can only breathe through his mouth. My brain feels so small now. As if the words of my professor and classmates have just drained my IQ. My head is beginning to feel so light. So floaty. Airy. It feels so… goooooooooood. Huhuhu, I cahnt stap dreeewlinggg, brah. My hed is sooooh emmmptyyy, broooh. 

“Everyone is completely correct.” The professor smiles. “Jackson would be in the target demographic of dumb gym buffs in their early 20s.” 

“Huhuhuhu yehhhh I ammmm” I chuckled dumbly.

“Now Jackson, thank you for accepting to be our example for this class. But this degree is for smart, hardworking students. So, we won’t be needing you from here on out.”

“Huhuhuhu, okaaayyyyy, sirrrrr. Taht makezz senze” I slurred.

“Alright, Jackson. Say goodbye to the class.”

“Byyyyyeeeee, brahs” I dumbly chuckle before Zoom closes.

‘You have been kicked from the call’ appears on the screen. I chuckle, grab one of the porno magazines off the floor and begin beating my 9 inch cock until I shoot my thick potent load all over it.

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Jackson was now nothing more than a dumb smelly college drop out. The apartment which was once full of academic papers and literary classics was now littered with dirty underwear, gay porno mags and video games. By the end of the class, no one even remembered the high-achiever Robert. They only remember his new self, Jackson, the dumb fuckable jock who would never amount to anything in life.

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A more recent favourite of mine

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Sam and Mikey

“Sam, stop.” Michael laughed as his best friend Sam fondled the hunk’s breasts.

“I can’t believe it! I can’t believe the spell worked!” Sam yelled in disbelief. “Who would have thought it! Grandad’s old spell book…”

“Yeah Sam. With a body like this, no one is gonna mess with us now!” Michael celebrated.

Sammy continued to knead his friend’s perky breasts. Michael’s chest looked so big and soft, the exact opposite as it had looked 20 minutes ago. Just half an hour ago, Michael was just your average skinny twink. But now… now he was this muscular jock. Well, a jock with the mind of a nerd.

“When does the spell wear off…. bro?” Michael asks absentmindedly, admiring his new flexed bicep.

Sam looked at Michael in confusion. Was he joking? ‘Bro’. Michael would never say such a thing. At least, not in a serious manner like he just did. It just wasn’t in his vernacular. Nor was it in Sam’s. Sam hoped Michael was mocking the jock stereotype. I mean, he wouldn’t put it past Michael to play a joke like this. But it was just the way he said it… it just slipped out of his lips with ease. As if it was a common occurrence.

“Bro?” Sam laughed nervously. “Is everything alright, Michael?”

Michael, who was still admiring his new sexy body, scoffs and laughs. “Dude, who are you, my mother? It’s Mikey. When have you ever called me by my full name, man?”

Sam’s heart dropped into his stomach. Something was wrong. Sam had never called Michael ‘Mikey’ in his life. It had always felt so… so weird. While the two were the closest of friends, they never called each other by anything other than their proper names. Michael and Sam. Sam and Michael. That’s how it had always been. Not Sam and ‘Mikey’.

“I’m getting worried, Michael. I think we should just refer the spell. We can try again later-” Sam panicked, grasping at his grandfather’s spell book. He frantically flicked through the pages before Mikey’s thick hands snatched it away from him.

“I said, DON’T call me that!” Mikey grunts, carelessly swinging the spell book around. “I’m not some fuckin nerd like you, bro!”

Sam flinches, almost cowering before his best friend. This wasn’t part of the plan. The spell book said nothing about mental changes. Only physical. Sam’s hands shake and sweat begins to glisten his skin.

“Calm down, Micha- I mean, Mikey… you’re scaring me-” Sam stutters.

“SCARING YOU? YOU FUCKIN PUSSY, BRO?” Mikey pushes Sam against the wall, his pecs pressing against the twink’s face. “YOU WANNA ACT LIKE A PUSSY? THEN I’M GONNA TREAT YOU LIKE ONE… ISN’T THAT RIGHT, FUCKTOY?”

“No… no please. Don’t-” Before Sam can finish his sentence, Mikey grabs Sam’s head and forces his lips onto his massive pecs. Mikey’s nipples slip their way into Sam’s mouth, forcing him to nurse on his friend’s tits. “SUCK LIKE THE GOOD BITCH YOU ARE!”

Sam, still pressed against the wall, could feel Mikey’s cock pressing against his stomach. Michael, whose cock was around 5 inches on a good day, now had a fat 11 inch cock. A cock big enough to force any slut into submission. Sam didn’t think the spell would affect Michael this much. It was only supposed to turn him into “the man he desired to be”. But Michael didn’t mention that he wanted to be anything like this.

Mikey took a step back, letting Sam fall to his knees. Sam felt dazed from sucking his friend-turned-bully’s tit. He sat back against the wall and noticed something lying on the ground. On the floor, behind the jock, lay Sam’s one chance at escape: the spell book. Maybe there was a way at reversing all this. Changing the hot-headed horny jock Mikey back to sweet caring Michael. Sam had no other choice.

As soon as Sam saw the big hunk admiring his biceps, he made a break for it. He threw himself across the room and onto the book. He clawed at it, scrambling to find the reverse spell. Just as Sam opens the correct page, he feels a force tug him from behind.

Mikey flips Sam on his back and sits on him. The jock’s weight making it impossible for Sam to move. The jock rips the book from Sam’s small hands and stared at it. Mikey squinted at the front cover, struggling to pronounce the words taped onto the book.

“Gran…. grand-fath-er’s spell-book…. Grandfather’s Spellbook!” he yelled triumphantly as drool trickled down the side of his mouth.

“This is what you wanted, lil bro? Wanted to change me? As if…” the jock smiled deviously. “How about I change you, bro. Anything is better than being a nerd, man.”

“How about turning you into my submissive pet or an inflatable sexdoll… or maybe a jock like me…?” Mikey grinned as Sam began pleading to the huge jock.

“Huhuhuhu bro. Oh no bro. You’re fucked huhuhu. This one is perfect.” He dumbly chuckles.

“Don’t worry, brah. You’re gonna love being my happy, air-headed submissive boiwife” the jock smiled and recited the wish.

Sam began growing beneath him. More fuckable. More bouncy. More slutty. His brain emptying of all thoughts and worries. Leaving him as nothing more than a big assed fuckable himbo.

Mikey looked down at his creation beneath him, smirking at the wedding ring trapped on former Sam’s finger.

“Oh fuck man… you’re perfect.”