Sieg's Transformation Tales

A series of gay themed transformation stories. Disclaimer: NSFW, 18+ only, All of the pictures/ Stories depicted contain individuals 18+.

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Tres Lechimbo Cakes

“I’m sorry Jim, but for the last time, no!  I won’t go out with you!  I only date latino studs! Not…..you know…. wimpy gringos” Maria motioned as the pale slender college student in his oversized tank and boardshorts in front of her as to make a point.  “I’m sorry, it just won’t work out!”  In frustration Maria groaned and stormed away from Jim leaving him standing awkwardly on the beach by himself.  Doing the only thing he knew to do in awkward situations, he ruffled his short blonde hair and whipped out his phone to call up his best friend Anthony.  

 “Hey bro! Nah….no, she turned me down.  Yeah I know….I thought so too!  Yeah she was a sexy piece of ass!  Something about not dating white dudes! Yeah I agree!!! Yeah, she's nothing but a dumb bimbo anyways, wanna hang?”

 Jim left the beach to meet up with his equally average friend, and midst hangout, Anthony received a text that made his face light up.  Jim noticed the expression and commented “Oh, some hot chick texting you man?”  Anthony looked up still with a smile, “Nah man!  Something better!  Sieg just texted me some details you might be interested in!” Disgusted, Jim glared at his friend “You still hang out with that fag?  He just wants to suck your dick!  Fucking perv!”  Anthony glared right back “Just cause he’s gay doesn’t mean he wants every guy, and he’s pretty nice!  For instance, he told me there’s a bakery in the gayborhood that can fix your problem with the ladies!” Shocked, Jim responded meekly, “Ha, right, whatever man, I’ll give it a shot, but I doubt it’ll do shit.  I’ll give his faggy bakery a shot, at least I’ll get a snack and a laugh out of it when it's nothing more than some silly pastry!”  Shaking his head, Anthony and Jim left for the address Sieg had texted.

 Based on the description, Jim wasn’t remotely shocked at the inside of the Big Boy’s Bakery that Anthony lead him towards.  “Welp looks like a sex shop more than a bakery.  I mean c’mon, does Sieg really expect us to believe this guy can help me get laid with a fucking baked good.”

 “Well, that’s our specialty ….boy” a booming voice behind the counter exclaimed, startling Jim in the process.  “What can I help you two with today?”

 Anthony, hoping to calm the tension, in case the large bear of a man heard him, stepped in.  “Well, you see….ummm… sir.  My friend has had a rough stream of luck with ladies.  They keep turning him down in favor of well, “latino studs” as he puts it, and he was hoping you might have something to even the playing field?”  He said hopefully, as he shrunk in the presence of the imposing baker.

 “Hmmmm” the baker rubbed a large calloused hand against his beard in thought before writing some things down and clicking some keys on the register.  “Well, for a custom order like that…” he paused as the register totalled up.  “It’ll be $80 for the single treat.” he stated bluntly, looking at the pair expectantly. Jim’s eyes bulged, and his face turned bright red.  “What!?” he shouted “You expect us to pay how much for some damned faggy baked good?  The gimmick isn’t worth that much money, come on Anthony, let's get the heck out of here.”  

 As Jim turned to leave, the baker shouted gruffly after them, “I could make you a deal!  We have something similar, and much cheaper!” Interest piqued, Jim turned back around “how much?”

The baker smiled, “only $10!  Matter o’ fact, it’s buy one, get one free, so your friend over there can have one too!”  Jim’s eyes narrowed, “Why is it so much cheaper?”

 The baker scratched his head in embarrassment “Well, you see, someone else placed a custom order but never came in to complete the purchase, and now we’re stuck with two custom cakes and we’d have to toss them otherwise! If you buy these, we at least cover the ingredients and time spent making them!” Jim pondered for a second, before begrudgingly fishing out a ten and handing it over as the baker hurried in the back and brought out two identical miniature tres leches cakes, except the giant pink icing letters atop both.  One was  a giant “B” and the other a giant pink “T”.  They looked like they consisted of completely different types of cake for each layer and each line of icing.  The baker extended the cakes “These are our custom made Tres Lechimbo cakes”. Jim took the packages from the baker and looked back up at him. “So we just eat them and somehow attract the ladies?”

 “Yessir, I would recommend wearing slightly looser clothes, and eating them at the beach.  That way you get maximum exposure!  Enjoy the buns boys!”  And with that the baker scurried back into the back room. Jim shook his head grumbling to himself, “they’re cakes not buns idiot.  Trying to rip us off with stupid gay baked goods.”

 The pair made their way to the beach and brought their loosest trunks and tanks before chowing down on their tres leches.  Jim grabbed the “B” cake before declaring “B for the badass” and took a bite.  “Damn, even if this shit doesn’t work, this cake is great!”  between bites, the pair began moaning in ecstasy at the moist layers they were devouring.  “Oooo boy that was some tasty shit papi...er bro” Jim stated as he finished his, Anthony wrapping up almost immediately afterward.  

 Not noticing any changes, the pair shrugged and made their way toward the shore where they saw a group of spanish girls hanging out in the water.  As Jim approached he called out to the closest one, “Hey mami!  Looking good in bikini”  Anthony chimed in “Yeah guuuuuurl” in a high pitched voice, causing both of them to look at each other in shock.  “What’s wrong with you baby?” Jim asked as he placed a gentle hand on Anthony’s shoulder.  Anthony continued to clear his throat and Jim noticed his friends skin was much darker than before, and as his hand made contact, what amazing biceps he had.  He had never seen biceps like that before!  He started stroking his friend before realizing he was stroking a man and pulling his hand away.  Anthony had noticed the strangely intimate contact, but failed to notice the trunks shrinking or the tone of their skin darkening in the sun.

 “Anthony, did you always have such sexy muscles?”  Jim asked, realizing it came across gay, but not caring to point it out to his bud.  Anthony started to respond, and shook his head, while trying to clear his throat.  Then, as if on instinct flexed for his friend.  “Yeah you know we always workout together papi!  That’s why we dropped out of high school and got into modeling.”  his arms expanded right before Jim’s eyes, and in amazement, he reached out once more to touch his friends physique.  “Why do you wear a tank when you look like that?  You should show it off papi!” in agreement, Anthony tore off his tank revealing bulging pecs and a toned body underneath.  “You’re one to talk bello, what’re you hiding your body for!  Be proud of your sexy latino body!”  Without waiting for a response, Anthony ripped Jim’s tank off his friend revealing a now dark tan sculpted torso underneath.  Jim shook his head as his earrings clanked against his head and ran fingers through his messy black hair.

 Jim started flexing in sync with his friend, and a swelling sensation from behind drew his attention.  The fabric of his trunks looked like it was on the verge of ripping from his ass, as it now pushed so far out on the trunks that no one would doubt what they saw.  Alarmed, he placed both his hands on his ass trying to keep them in the suit, but as he did so, he felt skin, and looked down to see a skimpy speedo expanding with his body instead of trunks.  Jim stared down as he began playing with his ass cheeks, realizing how amazing it felt to have such a muscular behind.  He smacked it several times as he watched it bounce back and forth.  He let out a girlish giggle before wiggling his ass at Anthony.  “Hey Antonio!  Bet you wish you had an ass like this!”  He joked at his friend, who seemed confused by the statement but only temporarily as his look turned to lust.  “You’re right Jaime honey!” he smacked the giant globe of ass in front of him “that’s why I take it every chance I get, puta” he gave his now lover a firm squeeze.

 The couple turned around and embraced before kissing and feeling up each other’s bodies.  “Think the girls like the show?” asked Antonio. The pair laughed as Jaime turned and showed off his gigantic ass and shouting jokingly in his now lispy feminine voice  “Hey chicas, wanna be my girlfraaaaaaaand?  I have the best cakes in town!”  The girls chuckled, discussed it, and gave the cute gay couple their number, and told them they should party sometime!  “Jaime looked at his new boyfriend with a gleeful look and shouted, “Hey honey! I got some girlfriends for us to hang with! That cake really did work!”

 As the girls left, Antonio noticed that they were the only two left on the beach, and grabbed Jaime from behind.  “Now that those cakes worked, let's see your cake work!”  In a swift move, he peeled the tight lycra off his lover’s ass, and dove face first into the beautiful cakes while knocking Jaime to the sand.  He started gently lapping at the hole while spreading the cheeks, but quickly dug his tongue into his Jaime’s boypussy.  He let the cheeks go and grabbed Jaime’s hips for balance. The massive cheeks hit him on either side and held him close to his target as he relentlessly attacked that latino ass.  When Jaime started moaning, he pushed away from his lover and whipped out his now 9” uncut dick. He spat in his hand and rubbed it for a few minutes before plowing Jaime’s formerly virgin hole.  Antonio spanked Jaime over and over again while plowing him into the sand with each thrust.  Every few thrusts Antonio would tweak Jaime’s nipples, or pull him by his dark hair harder onto his pole, until both were moaning in ecstasy.  With one final slam and two simultaneous grunts, the two latino lovers came in unison.  Giggling like school girls, the couple strained their overly tight lycra thongs back on and headed towards the parking lot.  Antonio couldn’t help but smirk at the wet stain where cum could see soaking the back of his lover’s speedo.  It took most his effort not to pull them back off and take him on the way to the car.  

 As they got near the lot, they noticed a sign, and between the two of them worked out the gist of what it read.  Jaime laughed dumbly, “I hate when they use fancy words on signs! I think  we have to pay!  Antonio honey, could you pwease go pay for ussssss?  You’re so much better at numbers and money and stuff!”  Antonio pulled out his wallet and headed towards the pay booth.  “Okay honey buns, just as long as they can make change, I think I can handle it!”  As Antonio started trying to make change, the cashier pointed out hourly rates and quickly realized, he would have to do the math for the poor sexy latino boy.

 After several minutes of waiting, a fairly familiar latina approached Jaime.  “Oooooo papi!  You look mighty fine!  What’s a girl have to do, to date a fine gentleman such as yourself?” Maria cooed.  Laughing before responding in his biggest queen voice Jaime responded “Sorry gurl, I only date latino studs!” And he sashayed towards his handsome lover, leaving Maria with a taunting view of what she had to consider the best latino cakes she had ever seen.

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I’m back!

Sorry for the lack of posts everyone!  I moved, then went on vacation, then started a new job, got sick etc etc etc so life was hectic for a time, but now I’m back to posting the stories you , hopefully, love! :) Enjoy!

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Let’s Put on a Show

Luis had been having the worst luck recently.  First he got in a car wreck, then his girlfriend kicked him out before taking up a new lover the next day , and worst of all he lost his job at the firm and had to take up bussing tables for a living.  Luis was lucky in that he didn't have to look long before finding an affordable place to live, unfortunately that place was just a second bedroom at this weird guy’s apartment.  He was glad for a place to stay, but his crowded into one small room he didn’t have much space to unpack, and everything looked like a mess as a result.  

The roommate’s name was Frank and he mostly kept to himself.  He was just an average working guy with brunette hair and a constant 5 o'clock shadow.  He wasn’t really out of the ordinary, and was decently in shape.  Luis couldn’t help but compare his toned latin physique against his roommate.  Luis worked out enough to make sure the women always stopped to stare, and he wasn’t sure, but could have sworn he caught Frank checking out his body on a few occasions.  Luis didn’t want to blow up at his new roommate cause he needed a place to stay, but out of disgust tried to avoid ever being anything less than fully clothed around Frank. Things were going well for a while until Luis’ bad luck kicked in and once more he lost his job.  Unsure how to afford just base rent, Luis started searching the web for a job, and rather quickly got distracted looking at pictures of girls showing off their breasts before he was struck by an idea.  The next day Luis dipped into his meager savings to buy a camera and set up an account as an amateur porn star.  Luis was awkward for the first few videos, but it seemed people liked his body well enough to tip. The tips would spike when Luis would strip down and reveal the monster between his legs.  It seemed to drive the girls on the site wild to see him work his dick.  

Gradually his fan base grew and so did his openness with his body.  He started taking requests and once he was making almost as much as he made at the firm, he was certain he could ride this out for quite some time.  Luis was ecstatic when paying his rent and noticing how much he had left over.  Frank seemed pleased for the rent and flashed Luis a strange smirk that made him want to retreat back to the safety of his room away from Frank’s gay roaming eyes.

The only downside was that it became clear that many of his followers were gay men.  Although it didn’t sit well for all those gay pervs to be checking him out, money was money.  On top of it all he occasionally got gifts both for personal use, and for the show.  He threw out the gay stuff he received and kept the cool swag from the rest of his viewers.  One day a flood of requests came in during his video sessions and he noticed they were all requests to do gay shit, and in annoyance he started booting all the gay pervs thinking he could survive without their sick fantasies. He then posted on his profile and all his videos “Fags not welcome!!!” Ha! That’ll stop them! A few weeks later, picking up his mail, Luis noted a baby blue box wrapped in a bow with a label reading “Big Boy’s Bakery”. Chuckling to himself, he unwrapped the bow and opened the box only to be hit with an overwhelming aroma of chocolatey goodness!  Inside was a box full of the most delicious smelling brownies he had ever smelt.  They looked amazing.  Inside was a card reading: “From your closest fan,  Enjoy this pick me up before your next big show!  Hope it’s as sweet as these brownies! P.S. Don’t eat them all in one sitting or they’ll go straight to your hips!” Luis laughed as he carried the brownies towards his room with another package with a similar colored box, but no label.  Curiously he placed the brownies down on his bed, and opened the box as he grabbed a brownie.  He opened the box to find some women’s silk panties, or was it just a gay man’s set of panties….either way...gross!  He threw the panties away in disgust and took a bite of his brownie.  His mouth was overwhelmed by the eruption of molten chocolate in his mouth!  He let out a moan, much to his own surprise, and sheepishly looked around at an empty room before quickly devouring the rest of the brownie and grabbing several more.   As he ate, Luis set up his webcam show.  Something was driving him to just start stripping down.  Maybe he would just start with the action today he thought as he downed yet another brownie.  As he slid down his shorts he noticed they had a little resistance from behind before finally sliding down.  He decided he needed to go clothes shopping after this before kicking away his shorts and downing yet another delicious treat.  As he was readying the camera, he looked down and noticed the panties again.  What the hell he thought.  If they made such delicious brownies he could dress in the faggy underwear once.  Maybe it would highlight his delightful as he thought before shaking his head and wondering why he cared about that. He slid on the underwear, noting they were baggy in the back and clearly not correctly sized, but he slid them up anyways.  Strangely he thought they felt amazing on his ass, and almost like a perfect fit.  Shrugging he started his show.  As the show went he started flexing and rubbing his body.  His hands slid down to his ass and groped it for the viewers and for some reason he felt more comfortable showing his ass than his dick today.  As a matter of fact he was having trouble getting his dick up so he hid it from the camera.  That was until he accidentally touched his taint, and it sprung to attention. Luis let out a soft moan and began playing with himself through the underwear.  He didn’t notice, but his chat room was flooding with gay request and admiration for the way his ass was beginning to bubble out of his lingerie.  Luis became so lost in pleasuring himself through his new backside pleasure point he didn't notice his ass pushing the underwear down further and further until he slid a finger in his hole and began moaning.  He started fucking himself with his fingers using spit as lube until he realized he wanted, no, NEEDED more!  He fumbled around his room without taking one of his hands out of his ass and found a flashlight which he wrapped in a pre-lubed condom before fucking himself with abandon for his viewers. With more and more thrusts his moans grew louder until anyone in their apartment could have heard him and with a final thrust of the flashlight he came. It flew everywhere, including his mouth, and with one taste he was greedily scooping up his cum and eating it before realizing he was still on the show and quickly turned it off.  He was ashamed of what he had just done.  He had just fucked himself like a fag.  He wasn’t gay he just had...urges, yeah urges.  He thought to himself as he absently kept his fingers pumping in and out of his ass and licking up the last drops of cum.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Luis tried to pull up the undies, but looked back in shock realizing his ass now jutted out in two massive glutes behind him.  He wouldn’t fit in normal clothes with an ass like that.  His hand reached up and spanked himself lightly turning him on again before he turned to answer the door to find Frank grinning lustfully. “I guess you got the gift from your CLOSEST admirer Luis, huh?” “Woah I’m not gay, I just have….urges….” he said as he hungrily looked down and his eyes locked on franks tented shorts.  Immediately he fell to his knees and his ass jiggled.  Frank smacked Luis ass causing a powerful moan to escape Luis’ lips.  He walked by Luis, turned back on the camera and stripped as he made his way back to Luis.   “Cum on buddy! Let’s put on a show!”   

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Greener on the Other Side Chapter 2: Making Buds

Scooter walked over to answer the door and let his guests in. Sam looked around Scooter in an attempt to get a look at the new arrivals’ faces as Scooter was opening the door. His heart sank as he realized he didn't know any of them. In walked a short boyish looking girl, a large Hispanic woman, and a skinny black man. They all hugged Scooter as they entered the apartment and then awkwardly stared at Sam for a few moments before Scooter took the queue and introduced Sam. The short boyish girl's name was Jordan, and Scooter proudly declared they were best friends and in the same major. She looked like a short, punk music lover with the assortment of tattoos of both arms, gauges in her ears, super skinny jeans, and a shirt with the sleeves ripped off. The other girl’s name was Maria, a heavyset hispanic girl with a plaid button up shirt and the sleeves rolled up to show off her tattoos. She almost gave off a chola vibe with her facial expression and heavy eyeliner. The third member was Stephan, he took it upon himself to introduce himself with a flowery bow. Within a few seconds of Stephan opening his mouth Sam could tell how flamboyantly gay he was. Sam noticed that he was dressed incredibly well for a night hanging out with friends; in fact, Stephan looked like he had just come from some semi formal event with his sharp leather shoes, his form fitting slacks, and his plaid button up and cardigan combo. He also had a neatly trimmed scalp and incredibly white teeth. As soon as the introductions were over, there was yet another knock on the door. Scooter ran back over to the door to answer and opened up to reveal Heather.

"Hey hon, long time no see! "Heather exclaimed to Scooter. "Love bug! You made it! I wasn't sure if you were going to come!" Yelled Heather as she ran across the room to embrace Sam.

As Heather wrapped Sam in a large hug, another person slinked in through the door, and gave Scooter a halfhearted hug before walking on in. He was wearing a bright purple shirt covered with kittens shooting laser beams out of their mouth's. He completed his outfit with some skinny jeans and DC shoes. His outfit screamed skater to Sam, but he carried himself in an aloof or distant manner that came across as distracted. Scooter pointed out his name was Brad, which prompted a slight wave as Brad made himself at home in Scooter’s sofa chair.

"Well the gang's all here! "Scooter exclaimed. "Guess we can get this party started! "

Scooter made his way to his kitchen to grab several bottles of liquor out of the freezer and all the mixers for drinks from in the fridge. He mixed what seemed to Sam like tons of vodka and some kind of mix in several Dixie cups before handing out drinks to everyone including Sam. "Don't worry, it's tasty I promise!" Scooter assured Sam. "If you don't like it I'll make something else!" Sam took a sip and it tasted like sour cherries but had a bitter after bite. He looked up at Scooter questioningly "cherry vodka sours!" declared Scooter "my favorite drink when i’m at the clubs." Before anyone had a chance to make a dent in their drinks, Scooter grabbed some vodka and shot glasses and started pouring out shots for everyone, which, Sam noted, included him.

Before Scooter got to to the last shots, Sam tried to stop him. "Oh, Scooter I'm not ready for a shot yet!" Sam called out, but Scooter just looked at him and stated "you agreed to have fun tonight, and you aren't driving home anyways remember?" Sam continued to object "I just haven't done a shot before, but I don't think I'll like it. I'm good with this drink you made me. Please don’t make me take a shot too!" Scooter ignored Sam and poured the shot. "Just take this first one, and if you ABSOLUTELY hate it, I won't make you take any more tonight. Okay?" Sam blanched but resigned to his fate "Fine, but just this once! That's it! May be my last drink for the night...for all I know, I'm a lightweight!" Sam joked.

"Shots everyone!" Scooter announced as everyone piled into the kitchen to grab their glasses. After everyone had grabbed their glass, including Sam, Scooter toasted "Here's to our new gayby and alcohol virgin... Also regular virgin, Sam!" At the second half of toast Sam blushed bright red with embarrassment.

Everyone cheered the toast and downed their shots in one gulp. Sam choked as the vodka burned on its way down its throat and collided into his stomach. It wasn't as bad as expected, but he certainly didn't enjoy it. Scooter ignored Sam’s dissatisfaction and decided to start up some drinking games. He grabbed his deck of cards set up the table while Jordan started up her “party music” consisting mostly of Lady Gaga and Beyoncé. Halfway through the first drinking game, Scooter needed a smoke break and convinced Jordan, Maria, and Stephan to join him out on the patio while Sam, Heather, and Brad stayed inside.

Brad seemed content to keep to himself, but as soon as everyone was outside and the door was closed, Heather moved over to Sam with a concerned look on her face. "Are you actually staying here tonight? Surely you're not actually going to sleep with Scooter!? I told you he's been with everyone, and you said you wanted your first time to be special. Don't throw that away lovebug!" Sam was appalled at the suggestion "No! Heck No! I'm just sleeping on the couch! I just don't wanna drive home after drinking. That’s how people get in wrecks and die! Plus, you’re right; I’m saving my first for someone special."

Heather hugged Sam "Good! I'm glad lovebug!" At that, Heather got up to make herself a stronger drink consisting of 98% gin and 2% ginger ale which she sarcastically dubbed “Ginny's gin.” Sam nosily asked "Why is it everyone feels the need to drink at these things? I mean all it seems to do is make everyone act stupid and have hangovers the next day. I can't imagine why you would want to purposely lose all self control and not even remember it the next morning."

Heather pondered for a minute before replying "well...sometimes people drink to forget the shit in their life.” she shrugged and added “that, and sometimes it's easier to have fun when you don't let all of life's worries weigh you down. Maybe you should drink more!" She joked.

Sam let out a snort "yeah....right!"

Brad, Who had been sitting in silence chimed in "maybe she has a point Sam... You could stand to loosen up a bit!" Sam blushed as he realized they had been talking around him for the past few minutes. The room transitioned into awkward silence until the rest of the group walked back in. Yet again, Sam kept his disgust for cigarette smoke in check. Son as everyone was situated, the festivities resumed.

Several games later, Scooter suggested that they break out the bongs and everyone, excluding Sam, let out a cheer. Sam didn't have a clue as to what a bong was, and he had never even been around weed before. Even when Scooter pulled out the so called bong, Sam was still clueless as to what was going. He decided to go along with it, he was there to have a good time after all. It wasn't until Scooter pulled out his stash of weed, that Sam realized what was going on. Brad pulled out a personal pipe in the shape of a cat with an indention on its back for the weed and a tail that doubled as the mouthpiece. After seeing Brad's pipe, Sam let out a nervous chuckle and interjected "I don't really want to try any weed tonight, sorry guys."

To Sam’ surprise, Scooter actually agreed with him. Scooter pointed out that Sam shouldn't be trying alcohol and weed in the same night or he would be too far gone to have any fun. It wasn't the reason Sam was objecting, but he was glad Scooter was willing to let him to sit this out without a fight. The girls gathered around the bong and started passing around as they took turns “tapping it”. Scooter and Stephan agreed to just share with Brad and his cute little kitten glass pipe. After several rounds of puffing and passing, everyone started getting a glassy eyed look. At one point, Scooter started giggling for no other reason than the sudden hilarity of a kitten pipe.

The rancid Skunky stench of pot was starting to get to Sam, so he made up an excuse to go look in his car for his phone. He excused himself and walked out to his car and pretended to search around for a few minutes just trying to buy more time away from the smell. He took in a breath of fresh air and wondered why anyone would want to smoke something that stank so much. He didn't want to get a secondhand high just because they wanted to “party it up” with weed. Eventually, he took one last deep breath of clean air and went back into the apartment.

By the time Sam re-entered the apartment, everyone had wrapped up smoking and started setting up yet another card game. This time they were going to play spoons and the losers had to drink. Sam was perfectly OK with that because he actually knew that game already. Once again, Sam got lucky on the game and ended up not having to drink as much as everyone else. Thankfully the weed had made everyone incredibly sluggish, so victory was easily his. The less he had to drink, the better!

At some point Jordan and Maria had gotten so bored of losing they went back to smoking the bong. Heather, not wanting to be left out, went over and joined them after a while so as to leave the guys playing spoons. After a couple more rounds, Stephan spoke up and suggested that they play poker instead. The girls perked up and walked back over to the kitchen to grab some shots before joining in to play poker. After the cards were dealt, Stephan got a devilish look in his eye. “How about instead of just a drinking game, we pick this boring party up a notch….How about strip poker?”

Scooter and Brad immediately agreed, but the lesbians gave each other reluctant looks and the three of them simultaneously declined. Sam jumped in "i'm with the girls on this" and Scooter offered that the three guys could play strip poker while everyone else had to drink...even Sam. Sam was going to object, but realized that he wasn't even tipsy and he didn't have a valid reason to contest the idea, If anything, he was about to get a free strip tease. He had never been around any other guys naked, and he was getting excited at the prospect. Stephan, however, was pissed about the turn of events. He objected to only getting the three of them to strip.

"Scooter this isn’t going to be any fun! Everyone here has seen you naked!" looking over Sam’s direction “Sam, you should atleast have to strip”.

At this comment, Sam’ face blushed bright red with embarrassment, he wanted to object but no sound came out. Thankfully for him, Scooter spoke up. “Well, I don’t think he’s quite ready for that...maybe next time?” Begrudgingly Stephan accepted as Scooter dealt the cards. Sam let out a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding in his chest; he was so glad he hadn’t been forced to join in. Sam wasn’t sure what he would’ve done.

The first few hands went without any major changes as Scooter was winning most the hands and the two people participating in the strip game were just sacrificing a shoe, sock, or belt at a time to prolong the inevitable. The girls and Sam were finding themselves drinking more than expected however. Then, Sam won a hand. Admittedly, it was due to everyone else having horrible hands, but he won nonetheless. At this, Scooter cheered “Bout time you won one kiddo!” Since, Brad and Stephan had already used all of their unessential clothing items, they finally had to strip, and Scooter also had to strip since he hadn’t been wearing shoes, socks, or a belt. Almost in unison the three guys ripped off their shirts.

Sam was taken aback by how the shape that all three of them were in. He figured Brad was most likely to be a little “skinny fat”, but all three of them looked like they worked out regularly. It was also fairly evident that either none of them grew body hair, or they all groomed really well. Stephan and Brad both were incredibly lithe with plenty of definition. Scooter, on the other hand, had the muscular bulk of someone who could lift bales of hay all day without breaking a sweat. Not to mention, Scooter’s pecs jutted out from the rest of his body and his biceps bulged showing his upper body strength. As he was observing the newly revealed body of Scooter, Sam finally caught a glimpse of his tattoos. Until then, Sam had only glanced at the two tats covering the tops of Scooters feet with “I just want to be perfect.” and “Love heals all wounds.” Scooter’s shirtless torso now drew in Sam’s attention to the remaining three. One side had the outline of the “nobody” symbol from kingdom hearts around the intersection of his ribcage and abdomen. On the exact opposite side was the “heartless” symbol from the same game. As Scooter turned to throw his shirt across the living room, Sam saw the writing on Scooter’s upper back. In cursive font it read “We’re all mad here!”. Overall Sam was incredibly impressed with Scooters tat’s now that he was seeing them instead of just hearing about them.

Sam flushed, he realized how glad he was he hadn’t agreed to strip. He definitely would have stuck out. Between his slightly hairy chest and beginnings of a belly and moobs, he had some serious work to do if he were to ever feel comfortable showing off his body in front of these guys. A few seconds later he realized he was staring at them, and everyone was looking at him. The realization he had zoned out while staring made him look away in shame and everyone bust out laughing. Scooter broke the tension by teasing Sam “If you think that’s impressive, just wait till you see the rest!” he joked. At this, even Sam bust out laughing. They quickly resumed the game, with Sam throwing sideways glances at the three shirtless boys so as to continue looking at them without drawing attention.

Brad won the next round, which meant everyone drank and Stephan and Scooter would have to take off their pants. Sam held his breath as the two stood up to disrobe. Stephan was faster about it and turned around so his smooth black back was facing the group as he slid out of his slacks and revealed a pair of form fitting white briefs. The contrast between his amazingly smooth alabaster skin and the bleached white underwear drew Sam everyone’s gaze until he gave his own ass a smack “ I wanted to be first before Scooter got allllll the attention!” He sat back down in just his underwear at the table as Scooter finally got his pants undone and seductively dropped his pants. He also had on a pair of form fitting briefs that looked like they were painted on his muscled body. They were multi color and revealed that Scooter wasn’t only blessed from the backside. Scooter had been gifted from both sides and the straining underwear showed it. His massive ass stuck out and his package was full. He did a quick turn to give everyone a view and Sam had to struggle not to stare too long at the beautiful man in front of him. When Sam finally broke his gaze, he noticed even the lesbians had been staring at Scooter. This made him chuckle.

In response to the chuckle Stephan’s anger flared up once more. “Why are you laughing?” Taken aback by the sudden rage, Sam stammered “I...I um...was...I was noticing that even the girls were staring?” He realized how stupid he must have sounded at the moment. Once more Stephan got angry that the others hadn’t been participating. He pointed at Maria and Jordan shouting, “Why aren’t you two participating anyways!?!?! I mean if you’re gonna stare at us you should at least join in!”

Everyone was shocked at the sudden outburst. Heather piped up “Aren’t you gay? I mean you’re screaming that you want the girls to join in, but seriously only you wanted this anyways! We just came for to drink, smoke and have a good time! Get off our backs!”

Stephan was more furious than ever. “I don’t care if it’s a girl or a guy! Fair is fair! If i’m gonna let loose and have fun, then other people should join in! I don’t care that much about seeing you fat bitches, but I came to have a gay time and you lesbians are stinking it up just cause you’re shy! Probably cause no one wants to look at you when sober!”

At this comment, Maria stood up and cracked her knuckles. She had a murderous look in her eye, and Stephan wasn’t backing down. “What’s your problem little man? Why you have to dis us, just cause no one likes your idea of a good time? You need to watch what you say!” People on both sides of the table tried to stop the impending fight. Brad and Scooter were attempting to shut Stephan up, and Heather and Jordan we’re trying to calm Maria down. It was obvious Maria had enough muscle in her frame that she could take Stephan down in one hit, but he wasn’t letting go. “You gotta a problem fatty!? Too scared to strip for us, but you don’t mind acting all big and tough now?”

Both Stephan and Maria made their way away from the table and towards the floor by the T.V. People were attempting to talk them down on both sides, but it was clear Stephan was too drunk to reason, and Maria was too pissed off to care. Sam, tried to be a sober voice of reason “Look, Stephan, calm down. It’s not that important. It’s just a silly game, it’s not important. Calm down.” As Sam got near Stephan, he exploded. “Shut the fuck up! You’re such a prude little baby! Too good to strip, too good to smoke, what the fuck!? Fuck you!” At this Stephan swung out at Sam. Since he was clearly tipsy he completely missed Sam, but hit the TV stand with the giant screen TV back against the wall.

Sam, thinking he had dodged the blow held up his hands to calm Stephan before realizing the TV stand behind him was falling forward right into him. It crashed down and knocked Sam down with it pinning his arm under the stand and TV. At this, Scooter and Brad jumped Stephan and grabbed his arms dragging him all the way outside the apartment. Maria swung for a punch, but Scooter and Brad dragged him out just in time. Maria, realizing Stephan had been kicked out fumed and raged, but didn’t attempt to fight further. Heather helped move the TV and TV stand off Sam and attempted to help him.

Slightly dazed, Sam got back up. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, his shoulder started throbbing. The stand had scraped it pretty bad and there was a small cut in his shoulder. He pulled down the collar of his shirt to get a look at it and to keep blood off his shirt. His shoulder was in pain, but he wasn’t too hurt, and he definitely didn’t need to go to the hospital.

Scooter and Brad had finished throwing Stephan outside and locked the door. He was standing outside in just his underwear still fuming and pounding on the door. Brad went and grabbed Stephan’s clothes in a ball, opened the door and threw them out on the grass. “Get a cab and go home! You’re drunk and you’re not welcome here anymore!” Maria and Jordan were sitting on the couch as Jordan reassured her while calming her down. Scooter made his way into the kitchen and brought back the bottle of vodka with a rag and a shot glass. He poured a shot and poured some vodka on the rag. He offered the shot to Sam “Drink up, maybe it’ll help the pain kiddo.” Sam accepted the shot, still dazed and took it without any argument. Sam focused on the burning sensation, and it distracted from the increasing ache in his shoulder. Scooter then pushed the vodka soaked rag up against Sam’s shoulder “Here’ let's prevent infection.” Sam nodded numbly with a weak “Thank you”

As the tension dissipated Scooter decided to calm down for the rest of the night. He told everyone they were welcome to hang out and do whatever, but no more card games. Heather and Scooter alternated taking care of Sam, while Jordan and Maria decided to finish up their weed in the bong. Everyone except Sam took a turn tapping the bong. Brad took to the couch chair as the alcohol set in, and the girls started packing up. Sam spent the rest of the night in a half daze, but attempting to make the best of what was left of the night. Scooter had put the TV back up, and was glad it hadn’t been damaged. “Guess it’s as tough as Sam over there!” he joked. He grabbed a few DVD’s and the group settled on a “gay classic” about a girl from Africa trying to fit in in an American school. Scooter was shocked that Sam had never seen it, and insisted it was “vital for your education Kiddo!”

Everyone settled down, and the girls packed up and left so that only Scooter and Brad were left watching the movie. During the movie Scooter took another smoke break, and upon returning convinced Brad to take a few shots and one more drink so they could wrap up the last bottle of vodka. When the movie was finally over, Scooter had regained the glassy eyed look of someone not all there, and Brad looked just as zoned out as he had been before. Despite both of them being quite obviously intoxicated, they agreed Brad should head home so everyone could get there rest. Brad and Scooter walked out to the porch to say goodbye. As Scooter was walking him out, he closed the door behind him. He had obviously forgotten the shades on the sliding glass door had been left half open. Sam looked over and could hear them drunkenly discussing something. He saw them both look back at the door as if discussing Sam, and then Scooter slipped Brad some money. Brad then reached around in his pockets and handed Scooter what Sam could only assume to be more pot. They then hugged and said goodbye, and Scooter walked back inside.

Sam turned and pretended to be intensely focused on his drink as Scooter made his way back in. He had put on the ass hugging sweatpants at some point during the movie to regain some sense of decency, and Sam couldn’t help but notice his nice ass as he walked by to his bedroom. Scooter returned with a sheet, blanket, and pillow. He then set up the couch like a bed while Sam watched. Once he was finally completed he turned to Sam “I guess it’s bed time! I’m gonna get ready for bed, you should too!” Scooter walked into the bathroom while Sam gathered his backpack with his toiletries to prepare for bed. Scooter walked back out in some wire frame glasses, his hoodie, and his sweats. Sam hadn’t realized Scooter wore contacts! He made his way into the restroom to brush his teeth and take out his contacts as well. He noticed their contact cases matched as he was closing up his own and set his on the right hand side of Scooters while making a mental note of which case was his own. He put his own black plastic framed glasses on, packed up all his toiletries back into his backpack and went back out to the living room.

Scooter was sitting in the couch chair lighting up his own glass pipe with what he assumed was the weed he had just purchased. Sam braced for the skunk smell, but instead was hit with a pleasing aroma of cherries. The second whiff smelt just as good, but there was an underlying aroma of vodka and cigarettes. Sam still didn’t like the smell, but the cherry scent more than made up for it. He was glad Scooter wasn’t going to stink up the room right before bed. Sam set his black and red backpack next to Scooter’s black and pink one by the door before turning around “Now you sure you don’t mind me sleeping over…”. Scooter had walked up behind Sam and locked lips with Sam before he could finish his sentence.

Sam was caught off guard and his mouth was open mid sentence when Scooter kissed him. Still shocked Sam did the first thing that came to mind, he kissed back. Scooter was holding his pipe in one hand still lit, and the other reached behind Sam’ head to lock him into the kiss. As Sam kissed back he realized his mouth was filling with the cherry flavored smoke. He tried to move away, but Scooter’s grip was too strong. He couldn’t break away and as his mouth filled with the smoke it seemed to work on autopilot. Scooter was pushing the smoke into Sam’s mouth, and it was quickly filling up his lungs. He became trapped in the electric sensation of his first kiss, and his mind was starting to cloud. When Sam stopped fighting and gave into the kiss Scooter let go and gave him a smile. Sam coughed out as much of the smoke as he could. His eyes were watering, and his lungs were burning, but the sensation of his lips on another man’s had him reeling.

“See, it wasn’t too bad was it? Not a bad way to try both for the first time is it huh kiddo?” Sam wanted to be upset that Scooter had forced his pot habit on him, but he was in too much shock about his first kiss. He was even more surprised when, without thinking about it, he grabbed Scooter’s pipe and took an incredibly long drag before once more locking lips with the man. This time, it was Sam’s turn to grab Scooter by the back of his neck and force him into a smoky kiss. He blew the smoke in Scooter’s awaiting mouth and Scooter gladly breathed it in. Their tongues intertwined in fiery passion. Scooter grabbed Sam’s ass, and Sam just pulled Scooter closer, savoring the moment. When Sam finally loosed his grip on Scooter, they pulled away. The shock of having his first kiss was finally wearing off as Sam realized what he had done. “You know this doesn’t mean anything..”Sam stated. Scooter winked “I know, but just thought I’d give you a preview of what you’re missing!” Scooter grabbed the pipe, to go put it out, and walked into his bedroom before shutting the door. Sam sat on the couch bed and touched his lips in a daze. He had just had his first kiss, and it was....AMAZING! He still didn’t see Scooter as more than a friend, but that kiss was mindblowing. In fact, his mind was swimming. He realized it was probably the weed and alcohol kicking in. Right as he was about to lay down, Scooter cracked open the door, clearly shirtless.

“Hey! When you wake up in the morning, feel free to let yourself out. I’ll have a hangover so you don’t need to wake me. Plus, don’t forget, I sleep in the nude! You’ve been warned, so don’t come in here...or do...I won’t mind!” Scooter teased and with a wink Scooter pulled his head back in the room and closed the door with a “Good night kiddo!” Sam sat stunned on the couch before laying down. His mind swam with all the thoughts recounting the evening. It had been a crazy night full of firsts, and he was glad to have come. He thought for a bit before deciding all in all, the night had been fun, but the party life was definitely not for him. He still smelled like cherries, vodka, and cigarettes after that kiss. He placed a hand on his lips, they still felt electric from the smoke and the kiss. A dull throbbing pain in his shoulder reminded him of the downsides of partying too hard. He knew he’d be feeling that in the morning. “No more “gay parties” for a while” he stated to the empty living room before turning out the light and passing out on the couch.

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Greener on the Other Side

Part 1: Branching out "Okay, it's set for the next hour! Gives me enough time to do some homework and start studying for next week’s test before I have to come check on it!" Exclaimed Sam to an empty lab. The incubator whirred to life and Sam set his phone for an hour timer. Cleaning up his workstation and heading to the office, Sam whipped out his thermo text book to start on his homework. Looking at the homework problems, he realized an hour wouldn’t be enough! Some days he wished he had picked an easier major; chemical engineering was hard enough, but with the addition of a job doing lab research it was almost too much to handle. He sighed as he pondered what life would be like if he had chosen an easier major. Sam had been perpetually busy since he started college, and he never took time for breaks. He worked year round and took classes even in mini- mesters instead of getting time off during the breaks. Sam was an average engineering student at TAMU from a small, super-conservative, religious, oil town. In his hometown, Sam was a big fish in a small pond as far as academics were concerned. He almost always scored somewhere at the top of his classes, and got through math and science in particular with exceptional ease. The transition to TAMU had been a wake up call. Here he was an average fish in an ocean. He found out he was also average in looks; he had never considered himself overly attractive, even if people would occasionally compliment his blue green eyes or his short blonde fauxhawk. It didn’t help that ,at 5’ 4”, he was rather short and below the neck he definitely could stand to lose a few pounds. Between school and research, working out and eating healthy were an afterthought. While respectably smart in terms of education, he was definitely sheltered from growing up in a small Christian oriented town. In fact, until recently he didn't know any of those nefarious stoners, smokers, or alcoholics, let alone have access to any of those “horrible drugs” to try. He wasn’t completely opposed to people partaking of them, but he knew they weren’t for him. He had been raised with two important life goals: Academics (so you can get an amazing job) and the Christian faith. He had only given those two aspects his entire attention throughout his entire high school career. Matter of factly, he was nearly 21 and had never been kissed! He didn’t have time to date! He barely had time for the occasional “distraction” of video games or movies. The closest he had ever gotten to doing anything crazy was a rebellious streak in high school where he dabbled in the forbidden world of Harry Potter and D&D behind his parent’s backs. Looking back, he wished he had at least taken time to take things easier before things had become so hectic in college. He would've probably realized sooner that he was gay instead of waiting until he was too slammed with classes and work to do anything about it. Even then, it took months of coming to terms with the fact that he couldn't pray the gay away. At that point, he finally caved and went to the GLBT center he had seen flyers of in an attempt to meet at least one other gay person. He had never met a gay person in his hometown, and was surprised upon reaching the center just how normal everyone appeared. They had been really nice and hadn’t forced any labels on him. He actually became friends with the first two people he met at the center, Heather and Scooter. He still wasn’t out to anyone, but it was good to be able to talk to other people who knew where he was coming from. Sam snapped out of his reverie when his phone pinged with a new text message. It was Scooter asking what he was up to tonight. "Speak...or should I say THINK of the devil and he will appear" he laughed to himself. Scooter had first caught Sam’s eye on his first visit to the center because he had been wearing a kingdom hearts T-shirt and wristband. It was one of the few games Sam had time to play when he was growing up, so he struck up a conversation with Scooter about how much he enjoyed the game. Eventually, Sam discovered Scooter also enjoyed smash bro's and the two hit it off immediately. Scooter had been raised in a similar situation, a small town in the middle of nowhere with heavy religious backing throughout the community. Scooter, however, realized in early high school about his sexuality. When he came out his family admitted they had figured he was fairly early on, and they were accepting of who he was. Even though Scooter was a large geek like Sam, and flamboyantly gay, you could still tell where he came from. He had an odd mix between a southern drawl and a flamboyant gay male, which gave him an incredibly unique accent. Sam also noted that Scooter was the rather attractive farm boy type. He had extremely short brown hair and a short stature as well. He had the body of someone who works on the farm. That is to say, incredibly muscular, but not super defined like people who spend their whole day working out at the gym. While Sam and Scooter had been chatting a larger black woman came in, hugged Scooter and proceeded to introduce herself as Heather. She joined in the conversation and pointed out another similar story of being raised in a conservative, christian household, but her coming out story hadn’t gone as well. Although she was still on talking terms with her family, she was independent and making her own way through college. Heather and Sam discussed how stressful working and going to college at the same time was, and Scooter chimed in about his scholarships and extra cash back from waiting tables all through high school. Sam was impressed by Heather’s drive to get an education on her own, and the three continued chatting for a solid hour about their home lives, and where they came from. Not long afterward, the three of them decided to grab lunch, and, as they were headed out, Scooter stood up to gather his things. Immediately, Sam’ eyes were drawn to his large shapely ass on the small muscular farmboy. Scooter may have had a farmer’s body from the front, but he realized where the flamboyant gay side of Scooter came from. During lunch, Sam found out Scooter had participated in 4-H and rodeo back in high school before heading to TAMU to earn his Psychology degree. Sam pointed out his major and how he was involved in orchestra, German, and U.I.L so as to improve his resume for the college applications. During their conversations, Scooter had also pointed out his tongue ring, his Kingdom Hearts tattoos on either side of his rib cage, the tattoo he had under the shirtline of his neck, and the tattoos on his feet. Scooter had pointed out he likes to walk around barefoot on campus to show off the last two tattoos. Although Sam had never thought of himself as a tattoo guy, he did have to admit he liked how they looked on Scooters rough stubby feet. As the lunch wrapped up, Sam realized he legitimately enjoyed talking to both of them and decided the center wasn’t such a bad place if he met two awesome people that quickly. It must be an amazing place to make friends Sam thought. Only a day after Sam had met Scooter at the GLBT center, Scooter had gone out of his way to contact Sam through Facebook to invite him to yet another lunch. Scooter was definitely the experienced and had no problem mentoring Sam regarding “gay life”;as a matter of fact, Scooter had taken to calling him kiddo due to his lack of experience in the gay world. They went to several lunches over the course of a month, but Sam became aware of Scooter's reputation for sleeping with almost everyone in the GLBT. He enjoyed Scooter’s friendship, but purposely kept his distance so as not to be another notch on Scooter’s belt. Over that month, Scooter had repeatedly attempted to drag Sam out to the clubs to experience a "real gay time", despite Sam’ refusal to waste his evenings partying instead of studying, "I'm just working in the lab and finishing up homework, and hopefully studying some. Why? " "Want to hang out tonight? " "Smash bro's?" "I was thinking more along the lines of hanging out with some more people from the gay community, you haven't really met too many of them besides Heather. " "Maybe… I do have a lot of studying and homework to do, and I've got to finish up here at the lab." "It's Friday! You need to get out and have some fun for a change! Stop being such a Debbie downer! " "I guess I could come hang out for a few hours before getting back to studying. As long as there's no alcohol… " "Wellllllllll... You wouldn't have to drink if there was! I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable doing, unless it means getting out of your shell for a change!" "I guess I can make it a few hours, but I'm definitely not going to drink! You know I'm not super into partying! " “FIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! But you better at least try to have a good time!” “Fine! I’ll see you after dinner!” As soon as Sam had finished responding to Scooter’s invite, the alarm went off, and he had to rush down the hall to wrap up his work in the lab. When he got to the lab, however, he realized he would need to get to a stopping point and spent the next hour wrapping up his work. When he had finally concluded he sighed and looked at his watch. “Crap! 6:30 already!?” Frustrated at how much time the work had taken he picked up his phone to call Scooter to cancel. He hoped Scooter wouldn’t be super offended. “Yo Kiddo!” Scooter answered. “Hey Scoot…” Sam started, but before he could say a word “No! No sir!” exclaimed “You are not getting out of this!” “But Scooter! I didn’t have time to do any homework or study, and I have to get a decent chunk out of the way if I’m gonna be able to hang out!” After a few moments of silence, Scooter responded “Welllllllll, couldn’t you just head over here and study or do homework or whatever before hand? If you don’t finish prior you can just work till you hit a stopping point when everyone arrives! C’Mon don’t be such a big gayby! I’ve got some homework too! We can work at the same time and then have fun after! You know you need a break! Heather will be there, and you know she likes hanging out with you!” “I guess I could bring my work….as long as you promise to let me buckle down and study till everyone else shows up!” Sam replied. “Okay! It’s a deal! And if you happen to get enough done, maybe you could….I don’t know, drink a bit? Just a little! I know you’re not super comfortable with getting drunk, but you need to try it sometime! Who knows? Maybe you’ll have some fun!” “Scooteeeeeer….” Sam sighed “I have to wake up early and come back into lab, not to mention finish whatever homework will inevitably be left! Plus, you know I would never drink and drive!” “You could spend the night here! You could try a little bit, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink more! If you’re worried about driving after, then you can crash on my couch! It’s super comfy!” Once again Sam sighed, but conceded. “Fine! But don’t get any ideas! I’m not gonna sleep with you! And just a tiny bit of alcohol shouldn’t hurt! I’ll be over shortly. Should I bring snacks or anything?” “Nah just yourself and whatever you’d need to crash over here! You’re gonna have so much fun Sam! I promise!” Sam hung up his phone, packed up his books, and left to get ready for the night. He drove home, showered, changed, and made sure he looked as good as he could in casual clothes before heading over. When he arrived Scooter was outside barefoot smoking a cigarette in sweatpants and a hoodie. “O. M. G. you made it! My little gayby is here! Welcome to my humble abode!” Scooter snubbed out his cigarette and lead Sam inside to his very college-esque apartment. It had a big screen tv on a DVD holder full of all the video games and DVD’s Sam had always wanted to watch or play! He showed him the small kitchen and the couch, armchair, and dining table with his laptop, phone and textbooks set out. Although the place was a little messy, Sam could tell he had half heartedly attempted to clean up the place for him. Dragging Sam further in he showed him the bathroom, explained how the shower worked (in case Sam needed on in the morning), and then showed Sam his bedroom. It was rather barren except for the bed with what looked like silk sheets, an average dresser, a closed off closet, and a night stand with a bottle of lube and condoms resting on top. Sam gave him a look when he noticed the condoms and lube. Scooter just shrugged “Never know when you’ll need them!” Sighing, Sam headed back to the table to set up his study materials and start working on homework. The two of them started working, and spent the next couple hours working, only pausing to order some pizza. During that time, Scooter took a couple smoke breaks, and Sam had to hide his grimace at the smell of cigarettes when Scooter would walk back in. Otherwise, the evening passed on without too much happening. Not long after dinner, Scooter wrapped up his homework and went into his room to change for the get together. Sam took a minute to look over and wistfully wish his homework was that easy. He looked over at the open psychology textbook, and although he didn’t understand much of the concepts, or more likely didn’t care about most of the concepts, he did understand the science behind it. He looked at the problems and thought to himself how easy it would be if he had chosen something less challenging. Maybe then he would be enjoying college life a bit more like Scooter. Then again Scooter also didn’t have to work! So there was no way Sam would have enough time to enjoy college like scooter. Then again, he thought, at least he wasn’t addicted to those damn cigarettes or sleeping with every guy he could get his hands on. Sam resumed his work and continued while scooter showered and got dressed. As Scooter made his way back out of his bedroom dressed ,rather well Sam noted, he exclaimed “Just make sure you don’t walk in my bedroom when we’re sleeping! I forgot to mention I sleep in the nude.” “Gross!” Sam responded with an image of Scooter naked forming in his mind and making him a little turned on. He shook his head and wrapped up the last problem of his Thermo homework. He was about to start studying when Scooter grabbed his book from him, put a bookmark in the page and snapped it shut. “They’re outside, time to have some fun for a change kiddo!” Right on queue, someone knocked on the door, and Sam gulped, suddenly nervous of having to socialize with brand new people. He realized he hadn’t even considered whether he was ready for a “gay hangout”, or alcohol for that manner. “Shit!” he whispered.

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Property of Daddy

“Who’s your daddy? Who’s your daddy? Who’s your daddy?” Louis shouted as he pumped in and out of the girl beneath him.  His wavy brown hair flew every which way as his body dripped in sweat from his vigorous fucking.  The dark haired girl beneath him was bucked up and down on his bed causing her boobs to bounce back and forth causing her to let out a stifled moan.  She didn’t care for the daddy BS and rolled her eyes when he started yelling it, but the sex was damn good and he knew how to work that massive tool of his.  Through the lust filled gaze as she was being fucked she looked up at his muscular form, stared at his cliche tribal tat and wavy brown locks.  Their eyes locked his deep brown eyes tipped her over her pleasure point.  Conceding to his dirty talk as she neared climax, she finally responded between moans. “Oooooo you are Daddy! You are! I’m coming daddy!”  Her exclamation was the tipping point he needed and in near unison they both climaxed in one of the best nights of passion either had in quite some time.  Laying there panting, they looked in each others eyes.  Louis thinking of what a great lay, and in Shannon’s mind a guy she could settle down with.

The next day, Shannon was getting dressed to head out while Louis was showering, she heard his phone dinging repeatedly.  Her curiosity got the better of her and she walked over to the table to see who was texting him so incessantly.  One glance was enough to tell her everything she needed to know.  His screen was full numerous girls having texted him, asking when they could meet up again.  She noticed, not without a bit of irony, how many of them addressed him as Daddy.  

“Can’t wait for round two Daddy!”  “When can you cum over again Daddy? Hehe XOXO”  “Daddy!  I need you inside me again! ;)”

Shannon’s eyes glowed red as she began fuming.  Her coven had warned her about guys like this!  “That asshole!” she exclaimed.  “That fucking Daddy loving asshole!” she shouted, and paused as a devilish smile spread across her lips.  She resumed getting ready and waited for “Daddy” to get out of the shower.   As Louis toweled himself off, he flexed his tattooed bicep in the mirror and checked himself out catching a glimpse of his epic wings on his neck.  He needed new ink to adorn his amazing body, he just couldn’t decide what he wanted.  He started to wrap up in a towel, but then opted to show that black haired girl his goods one more time, maybe she’ll beg for another chance at it.  He swaggered into the living room and saw her waiting by the door.  Her eyes looked red for some reason but he was sure it was just the light.  As he walked over to let her out and give her a goodbye kiss.  As he did, she slid a hand over his ass, and a searing pain shot through his hip, but he couldn’t pull away. “You know, I thought you were a great guy, but clearly I was wrong!  You fuck everything that moves don’t you? Well jokes on you!  If you want sex so bad, then you’re never going to be hurting for it!  You were asking the wrong question last night!  Instead of asking me “who’s your daddy?” maybe you should ask yourself who YOUR daddy is!” At this her eyes glowed a furious crimson and her hair floated in the air.  She let out a cackle and with a crack of thunder the pain caused him to pass out.  When he awoke she was gone and the pain from his hip was no more.  In fact, he felt better overall.  He got up and felt giddy, and started bouncing in place as he playfully noted his bottom bouncing with him. Louis let out a small giggle and stopped noting it sounded more boyish than his normal voice.  He assumed it was just his imagination as he giggled it off. He bounded to his room to get clothes and noticed with a start that he was running late for lunch with his friend Jake!   He put on his briefs and noted that they had clearly shrunk in the wash cause they were completely stretched out over his package and left nothing to the imagination.  As he looked down he thought just briefly it seemed smaller than usual. Scrambling he grabbed his t-shirt and noticed it was looser than usual, and as he attempted to slide on his favorite pair of jeans he noticed he couldn’t pull them all the way up.  He bounced around as he tried to shimmy them up, but they wouldn’t give.  They were just stuck below his butt and no amount of bouncing could slide them over.  He giggled once more noticing his ass jiggling up and down over his pants, and opted to go with the only loose pair of jeans he could find in his closet, and even those barely fit!  He hurried out the door to the meeting point as he saw the message from Jake saying he had just gotten a table. When he arrived and sat down, Jake gave Louis an expectant smirk.  His features were that of a typical bro.  He had styled blonde hair, smooth baby face, a fake tan, and the typical khaki shorts, sperry’s and polo.  Louis sat there absentmindedly until Jake finally broke the silence.  “So? How was she?”  Louis sat there confused a moment before finally responding, “She? She who?”  Frustrated, Jake exclaimed “The weirdo girl you were so psyched about last night!  You said she was into some kinky shit and you couldn’t wait to dominate her!” Louis eyes lit up with recognition “Oh! Her! Yeah she was all angry and shit about something this morning!  Claiming I was fucking around and then she grabbed my ass, and I don’t remember after that!” Louis shifted around in his seat as he couldn’t get comfortable in his seat.  His hip where she grabbed him was itching and there was another itch coming from the center of his ass.  As he squirmed around Jake eyed him strangely.  “Whatever bro! Her loss! Speaking of loss you look like you’ve been skipping a few days at the gym!  Need to workout more man or you’re gonna lose it!”    The rest of lunch was largely uneventful, and the itching sensation bothered Louis the entire time. As they got up to leave, Jake reached in for the bro handshake hug and as their hands connected a shock ran through Louis travelling his entire body and a warmth spread across his hip where that bitch has grabbed him.  Louis let out a giggle as they leaned in for a hug.  Jake’s expression changed from a friendly one to a stern and seemingly lustful gaze.  “Later Br…..oy!”  he awkwardly stated as they sealed the hug.  Jake seemed taller to Louis than before, and when he looked up in his eyes Louis noticed for a first time how incredibly handsome Jake was.  He had a chiseled jaw, dark manly hair, a decent amount of scruff, heavily muscled body inside those leather pants and jacket with a t-shirt underneath saying “Master”.  If he looked closely he could see the harness and nipple piercings under his shirt.  The pair of them deeply embraced. Before Jake broke the hug and gave Louis a swat on the ass.  “Let’s go boy!”  alarmed at the sudden shift, Louis jumped and meekly responded “okay Ja….ddy” cleared his throat “daddy!”

His eyes bulged out of his head as he realized he couldn’t say Jake’s name, instead “Daddy” was all that came out, and the more he thought about it, that was Daddy’s name after all. That or Sir!  Louis shook his head and followed behind humbled by his daddy as he rubbed his ass on the way out.  He noticed those jeans of his weren’t as loose as he thought because they seemed to be cutting off circulation back there.  When they arrived at Louis’ flat, it looked completely different.  On the walls were pinups of all sorts of men in leather, dominating small weak mean like himself Louis noticed.  Louis looked back to his Daddy who was giving him a sly grin.  “Strip boy!”  Louis’ body complied without question as he slid off the now massive shirt off his slimmer frame.  Mentally he was screaming at himself saying he wasn’t gay, why was he doing this in front of his br...daddy?  And why couldn’t he think of J...daddy’s real name?  He looked down and noted as he peeled off his loose jeans that he couldn’t even see his package in his underwear, it looked like a small bump in his incredibly tight underwear, and when he looked back to peel the several sizes too small underwear he noticed some ink on the pillowy ass of his.  Mentally he was alarmed at the overwhelmingly large ass as well as displaying it for his daddy.  He didn’t want daddy to see him like this! And then he saw his backside.  The tattoo that hadn’t been there before.  In big black blocky letters it read “Property of Daddy”.  Then suddenly his mind clarified and it all made sense! Of course he was stripping for daddy! He was daddy’s property! He let out a vapid giggle as the last resistance fled from him.  He jumped out of the last of his clothes and smacked his jiggling globes of flesh as he did to draw daddy in!  Louis had wanted new ink and so he had gotten something to show him off as his daddy’s property.   Jake, Louis’ former bro, turned leather daddy, sized up Louis as a piece of meat.  “You’re looking great boy! Bring that big ol boyish bubble butt over here and sit on Daddy’s lap!”  the slender, former bro, swayed his massive ass as he waddled over.  Jake sat on the couch and unzipped his leather pants to reveal a massive bulge clad in leather.  He fished out a monstrous tool and Louis slid along his Daddy’s lap to rest his massive cheeks around this Daddy’s meat. A soft moan escaped his lips as he made contact, and looking down at his own pathetic nub made him grow hard.  Daddy had all the dick he needed in his life!  Jake grabbed his rod and covered it in the excess precum pouring down his shaft and lubed his dick with it before he lifted Louis up at the hips and quite easily slid his dick into Louis.  Although Louis was an anal virgin, he took his Daddy like a pro and between moans started lifting himself up and down that hole as he finally began to scratch the itch he had been feeling since that witch cursed him.  He needed his daddy inside him, and it felt so good.  Jake lifted Louis up, layed him on the couch and pounded his ass mercilessly while grunting to match Louis extremely effeminate moans of pleasure.  As they were both nearing climax Jake grabbed Louis’ hips and started shouting “Who’s your daddy? Who’s your daddy?”  Without hesitation, Louis proudly declared “You’re my daddy! Cum in me Daddy please fill me up!”  with that the pair of them climaxed and lay panting on the couch. Jake titled Louis’ head toward his and gave him a firm kiss, and immediately the pair of them grew hard once more.  Louis saw the growing dick and Jake raised an eyebrow as he asked, “Who’s your daddy?”

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Watermelon

One evening, after doodling and posting plenty of transformation fetish art all over FurAffinity and Tumblr, Harvzilla received a message from one of his numerous fans. He had seen this guy favoriting his art on occasion, but otherwise never heard form him before now. Curious he read the message. “Hey! Love your art! Especially that “watermelon” one! I loved it so much that it inspired me to send you a little present! I hope you like it, and I especially hope you model it sometime on your tumblr! At the very least, try it on and let me know how it fits ;)” Harvzilla was pleased his art was impressing his fans, and excited at the pending gift, but slightly curious how the follower had found his address to ship him his present. The curiosity was quickly cut short by a ring at the door. Harvzilla bounded down the stairs eager to see his new gift. He flung open the door to see absolutely no one…. He looked around but didn’t see anyone who could have buzzed his bell, he stepped out and his foot caught on a box and he nearly fell forward off his porch. Steadying himself, he reached down to pick it up. It was small, but surprisingly heavy as he lifted the package up to inspect it. On the label it read “For Harvzilla/ Silver, one of the best kink artists around!” There were no mailing or return addresses or postage, just a picture of a slice of watermelon. Excited to see what was inside, he ran back upstairs, slammed shut his door, and tore open the mystery box. Inside the box was bundles of pink and green tissue paper wrapped around a small yet weighty object. He undid the paper to find a cloth ball in the shape of a miniature watermelon. He hefted it and observed the cute stuffed toy. He noticed a vine at the top and gently tugged it. As he pulled the watermelon split open revealing a pink interior and the green fabric pulled in revealing itself to be an elastic waistband on a pair of incredibly large pink underwear. He fluffed out the undies and smoothed out the wrinkles as he took in the cute new briefs. They had a bright green waistband and bright pink fabric with occasional black seed shaped dots scattered across it. Excited Harvzilla stripped down to only his thigh high socks and hat before sliding on the garment that would match his art. As he slid into the briefs he felt how smooth the fabric was as it encased his decently sized ass and butt, it almost like a strange cloth watermelon skin. He also noticed strangely that the underwear was heavier than he was used to, especially in the front. This lead his eyes down to am incredibly baggy loose pouch in the front that he couldn’t possibly hope to fill in his wildest dreams. The backside was a little baggy too, but the leg holes of the underwear seemed to practically stick to his skin. As he turned to model in front of the mirror he noticed a card lying in the box that he hadn’t seen before. He grabbed the card and read: “I hope you enjoy your watermelon briefs. You mentioned you like to fill up your briefs with water balloons to make a hilarious cartoon bulge, but I figured why not improve upon that! These undies are like a real watermelon, you just need the proper seed (your package) and some water to make them grow! Just hook the vine onto a faucet, and fill until your melon is as ripe as you desire! Enjoy!” Curiously, Harvzilla felt around his underwear and found a vine attached right over his backside. He walked into the bathroom to attach it to the sink as firmly as he could and turned on the faucet. In nearly a cartoon manner the vine started pumping balls of water down the tube. As it reached his underwear, he expected to feel a rushing of water, but all he felt was the dry slippery fabric against his body. As he turned to pull stop the faucet, he notice movement in the underwear. It seemed to be filling up with water, but he didn’t seem to feel the water rushing in. “Neat!” He exclaimed as he excitedly watched the underwear inflate. The briefs quickly filled to the point where they no longer dangled loosely. Harvzilla turned up the faucet to speed up the progress so he could watch it inflate rapidly. It grew and grew until the obscene bulge in front of him was jiggling with each slight turn of his hips. He giggled goofily as he watched his package go from slightly oversized, to well hung, to absolutely cartoonish in proportion. He continued to let the water flow wondering when it would reach it’s limit as the weight started pulling him forward. The package continued growing until he had to hold the sink from falling forward. As he turned to turn off the faucet, his socks on the tile caused him to slip and yank the tube off the sink, but simultaneously ripping the vine off the tail of his briefs. With a wet smack fe fell on his now comedically sized ass. “Ow!” he yelped in surprise of the fall and the smarting pain he felt on his booty. He was shocked the underwear didn’t burst on impact and even more so that he hurt himself falling on that much water. With a lot of effort he lifted himself up to observe the final product. He grabbed a jacket off the rack as he posed in his sexy new watermelon underwear. He twisted and turned as he took in the sight of his massive bulge. It look gigantic but highly realistic. You couldn’t even tell it was water despite how it flung around uncontrollably. Momentum would keep it swinging and kept nearly throwing him back to the ground with every move. The briefs even had the outline of a massive dick and balls he observed chuckling to himself. Excited, Harvzilla walked himself carefully over towards his bed in his gear and snapped a few photos of himself. He was truly impressed with the results and couldn't wait to share the new look with his followers. Especially his mysterious benefactor. He sent a photo to the gracious follower with a note saying: “How does it look? Hope it looks as good as it feels! ;) “ and with a moment’s contemplation added, “What's the proper way to drain the water by the way?” Almost immediately he received a reply: “Wow that is even better than I imagined! I can tell you love them! They’re easy to drain! Just stick the vine back in the sink and turn the leaves until it starts emptying in the sink!” This reminded Harvzilla of the vine he had ripped off in his unceremonious fall. He sent back, “ Haha! Funny story but I accidentally ripped out the vine after I filled the briefs up too far! I guess I’ll have to drain it manually! Lol!” Again another immediate reply: “Oh no! About that….well, just take them off and you’ll see…” Alarmed, Harvzilla waddled as fast as his monster bulge would take him and started pulling down the undies in the tub. Instead of a rush of water falling out, however, they slid down and out flopped a monstrous pair of balls and his now gigantic cock. He turned and sent his cock smacking into the wall of his bathroom with a smack and turned in horror to realize his ass had grown as well! He would never fit into normal clothes like this!!! He made his way back to his laptop and his bed as the monster in front of him swayed back and forth threatening to toss him to the ground and smacking everything in his cluttered room on the way there. He turned past his bed and fell ass first on the bed where he bounced several times and his cock hit him in the face. Immediately it began to swell as he realized he was getting turned on by the stimulation. With a mindless giggle he started stroking it, and with both hands running up and down the thing he could barely work his way up and down the new shaft. It grew until it went past eye level and almost without warning erupted in a multiple globs of sticky cum splattering the ceiling and landing all over his bed, laptop and everything else he had around the room. Almost as if the explosion had affected him, he dazedly looked up with a childish laugh and began playing once more with his new toy. His brain mellowed out and all he could think about was his giant melon bulge and how he could get used to this.