#forced transformation

[misctf]

The Morning After

The bass thumped heavily, shaking the very walls of the frat house as AJ stumbled through the crowd. Sweat glistened on his exposed chest, his cowboy hat tilted jauntily on his head. His "sexy cowboy" costume left little to the imagination - tight jeans molding to his muscular thighs, tank top showing off his toned arms.

A group of giggling sorority girls caught sight of him and squealed appreciatively. "AJ! Your costume is so hot!" one called out.

He flashed them a cocky grin, striking a pose. "Why thank ya darlin'. Y'all like?" He said with his best take on a southern accent.

With a flirtatious wink, clearly reveling in the attention, he went back to taking shots with his frat bros. And as the night wore on in a haze of alcohol, AJ found himself making the most of it- making out, grinding, groping- you name it. By the time the party wound down, he had lost track of how many drinks he'd downed and who all he'd hooked up with. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto his bed and drifted to sleep.

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The harsh glare of sunlight streaming through the blinds and stirred AJ awake. He groaned, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. His mouth felt dry and his head pounded mercilessly.

"Agh… fuck…" he croaked, voice hoarse from the previous night's activities. Slowly, fragments of the Halloween party came trickling back - the pulsing music, the sea of costumes, the endless flow of booze, the hot girls.

With great effort, AJ sat up, a lazy grin plastered on his face. If he was this hungover, he must've had a good time. He yawned and glanced over to the mirror, chuckling slightly when he saw his cowboy hat was still firmly planted to his head.

"Don't really need this anymore." He smiled and grasped at the hat on his head.

He intended to take it off, but his fingers met resistance - the hat wouldn't budge an inch. Confused, he tried again, gripping harder. Still nothing. A flicker of unease ran through him.

"What the hell…" he muttered, examining the hat more closely. That's when he noticed something strange - his hands looked different somehow. Rougher, more weathered. And were those hairs sprouting from his knuckles?

AJ stared at them in shock. They couldn't be his hands. These were the hands of a much older man, a laborer perhaps. Calloused and covered in dark hair.

"No no no," he started to panic, looking down at his body. To his horror, he watched as the changes crept up his arms.

Hair sprouting thickly along his growing forearms as his skin darkened and roughened. Muscles bulged beneath the surface, swelling his biceps and triceps with thick, corded muscle. Muscle he could only dream of acquiring naturally in the gym.

"Oh god oh fuck what's happening to me?!" AJ cried out, voice cracking with fear and confusion.

He scrambled off the bed, stumbling as he felt the changes affecting his legs too. Thighs and calves thickened and hardened, muscles rippling powerfully. Dark hair fuzzed over his skin.

"Hnnngh!" AJ grunted, doubling over as he felt a sudden surge between his legs.

A jolt of intense pleasure shot through AJ as he felt his most private area begin to change. His cock swelled and lengthened, growing thicker and heavier by the second. His balls churned and tightened, already filled to the brim with potent seed.

"Holy shit, holy shit!" he panted, his terror nearly eclipsed by his growing arousal.

But there was no time to dwell on that as he felt his chest begin to morph. Two large, thick slabs of muscle formed where his previously toned pecs had been. Dark hair sprouted across the surface as they grew and grew, heaving with each breath.

"No, no, this ain't right," AJ whimpered, a Southern drawl creeping into his voice despite himself.

He shuddered in revulsion and let out a silent scream as he felt his back broadening, muscles rippling beneath the skin. He scratched desperately at his back as coarse hair began to push through, covering his skin in thick patches.

"Oh god, what in the hell?" AJ gagged, catching a strong whiff of musk emanating from his changing body. He reeked of raw masculinity and virility, "This ain't me, I ain't s'posed to look like this!"

He went to grab his phone- to call for help, but froze. AJ let out a strangled moan as he felt his rock hard abs soften and thicken with a layer of firm, masculine fat. At the same time, his core muscles clenched and strengthened, turning his midsection into a solid wall of power.

"Oh god no no no..." He could feel his face rippling, shifting.

Stubble scraped against his palms as he frantically rubbed his cheeks, watching in the mirror as his features coarsened and became more ruggedly handsome. A beard darkened his jawline and chin. Eyes darkening, skin becoming more weathered. He spun to face the door when he heard a knock followed by his friend's concerned voice.

"Hey man, you alright in there?"

"I-I'm fine!" AJ called back, voice deeper than usual, "Jus' leave me alone!"

"You sure, bro?"

He went to respond, but was stopped as a searing need ignited deep in his core, settling in his ass. AJ felt his hole clench around nothing, craving to be stretched and filled. The urge to submit, to be taken roughly and used.

"Nnngh fuck," he groaned, back arching.

His cock throbbed almost painfully. In his mind's eye, he saw himself bent over, presenting his hairy ass to some faceless man, begging to be bred like the desperate slut he suddenly craved to be. AJ trembled, torn between confusion and overwhelming lust. He didn't understand these foreign urges, this burning need to be dominated and used.

"Y-y'all just go 'way!" Did he really mean that? "I'm fine, jus' a lil' under the weather is all." His voice betrayed his desperation, words slurring together, the Southern drawl thickening.

And when he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw what he was now. He was a vision of raw, masculine sexuality - all bulging muscles, dark hair, and throbbing arousal. The perfect image of a horny, slutty cowboy. The realization crashed over AJ as he stood there frozen, staring at his reflection in dawning horror. Gone was the handsome, athletic frame of the cocky college jock. In its place was this - this… figure of pure, unadulterated lust and virility. Everywhere he looked, he saw the physical embodiment of his "sexy cowboy" costume come to twisted life.

"It ain't… it cain't be…" he whimpered, running shaking hands over the thick expanse of his hairy chest, pawing at the heavy bulge straining against his pants. His identity, his very sense of self seemed to be slipping away, drowning under waves of foreign desire and instinct, "No, no please, I don't wanna be this!" Tears of frustration and terror welled in his eyes.

Memories of his old life flashed through his mind - football games, parties, hookups, his easy confidence and charm. But with each passing second, those recollections faded, replaced by an all-consuming need to serve and please. A simple minded slut.

"Ain't nothin' but a slutty lil' cowboy now," AJ slurred, his eyes dimming, his jaw going slack.

Suddenly, the door burst open. AJ's friends rushed in, concern etched on their faces. But when they laid eyes on him, their expressions shifted to shock and awe.

"Holy shit, AJ! What happened to you, man?"

AJ turned to face them, a dopey grin spreading across his face. All traces of the person he once was vanished, replaced by a vacant, eager-to-please desperation.

"Howdy boys," he drawled, "Looks like this here cowboy's ready for ridin'. Any of y'all feel like bein' my first rider?" He grinned as he presented his thick, muscular ass.

[bruhsoundeffect2]

This AU continues to eat at my brain - I present more lore/background to the transformation poor Leon is going through throughout the events of RE4.

I imagine Leon is going through it mentally throughout the entirety of this infection process but he’s able to push aside most of the trauma by cracking corny jokes as per usual. It isn’t until he loses his face (literally) and is unable to speak that he truly spirals into his first full-on panic attack. Luckily, Ashley has complete trust in this man by this point and helps remind him that he is just as human as he ever has been, even if he’s realllllly not feeling like it right now. I’m kinda picturing a reversal of that scene when Leon has to reassure Ashley that she IS in control and that everything is gonna be okay.

Bonus scene!

[transformheaven]

The things we do for love - a Chronivac story

Dorian was on his way home from work with a pit in his stomach. Unfortunately, there weren't any traffic jams, so it seemed Dorian would have to face his boyfriend without delay.

Dorian and Patrick loved each other more than anything, but somewhere along the way, the sexual spark had started to fade. To Dorian, this was fine, but Patrick's libido was much higher. Dorian agreed to an open relationship, but Patrick always said he wanted Dorian more than anyone else. To try and reignite the spark, they made Wednesdays their sex day — and ever since, Dorian dreaded going home on Wednesdays.

As expected, Dorian got home right on time. As he opened the door, the usual smells from the kitchen were already missing. Patrick always made the most delicious meals for them both. Today, no noise came from the kitchen.

As Dorian walked towards the kitchen, he heard some murmuring from upstairs. When he arrived in their bedroom, Dorian saw a behemoth of a man standing next to their bed.

"Who the fuck are you, and where is Patrick?" Dorian wanted to yell, as he realised that he did in fact know the man in front of him. It was his boyfriend. Now that he thought about it, for the last hour or so, he memorized to versions of Patrick. The nerdy one that he knew was the "original", because Patrick and Dorian were like twins. Since this afternoon, another version appeared: the one Dorian saw in front of him right now.

As the man turned around, Dorian noticed how absolutely jacked the man was. His back arched out into a V-shape that Dorian never dreamed of seeing in real life. It was only when Dorian saw the man's pecs that protruded from his tight 8-pack abs that he realised that the man who was standing there was completely naked.

"Hey, bro, how are you? Look what finally came today!" the new Patrick said as he waved something that looked like a phone in the air.

The second Dorian saw the phone, he remembered that weeks ago Patrick had been going on a tangent about this reality-changing programme. Dorian had zoned out occasionally, so the details were fuzzy. He started to get dizzy as the version of his boyfriend that worked out daily fought for memory space with the memory of his nerdy boyfriend.

"Seems like that reality-changing thing works!" Dorian said.

"Okay, you zoned out again when I spoke about it, didn't you, bro? Anyway, now I am absolutely your type!" Patrick, his calm and collected Patrick, was jumping up and down like a little kid.

"Oh honey, you know it was never about your looks. I love you for who you are, in fact I fear that this Chronivac-thing is changing your personality. This whole bro-type personality? It's not you, you know?" Dorian looked his boyfriend directly in the eyes and felt sad that he made the man he loved look for such radical solutions to his lack of libido.

"I didn't want to change myself for you, bro. I just hoped that, with a higher libido, I wouldn't mind our relationship being open as much. You know?"

"Also, not a fan that you can change all of reality, and I wouldn't even know. So from now on, the phone will always stay near me, and we can only use it when the other person is looking as well."

"Ugh, why don't you trust me, bro? It's not like I'd make you into anything you wouldn't like." Patrick whined.

"I just don't want anything about me changed for now, babe. We don't know what else is altered without us knowing."

"Babe", Patrick finally called him babe again, "it's not like Chronivac would lie to us, it's not a genie in a lamp situation. I just feel more...relaxed? Also, kinda turns me on to talk like a jock." Patrick smirked.

After Patrick got dressed (a tight shirt and shorts), both he and Dorian made a simple meal together, ate it and settled on the couch. The Chronivac was with them in the kitchen, on the dinner table and at the table near the couch. Dorian watched over it like a hawk, checking every few minutes whether the thing was still there. It was followed by a quick glance over at Patrick.

"Okay babe, not liking the lack of trust you have in me." Patrick blurted out frustrated. He stretched his hands towards Dorian. "I thought tonight was still datenight?" He made his pecs bounce under the tight shirt he was wearing.

"Sorry, honey, I have to trust you." Dorian pulled back from Patrick's grasp. "Sorry, today has been much. You understand, right?" Dorian turned his attention back to the TV.

"To be fair, babe, I don't understand. Sorry, I need a minute, and sorry for what I'm going to do," Patrick said while storming off to the bathroom. The last part of the sentence kind of lost on Dorian, who was getting his phone out of his pocket to text his best friend, Lisa.

"Okay, wow, sooo Patrick got this reality-changing device. It's cool, but scary."

Dorian pressed send and looked to the place where the Chronivac was just a few minutes ago: empty.

"Patrick, what are you doing?" Dorian cried out in panic before his whole world seemed to be turning upside down.

Several seconds later, Patrick arrived back in the living room. "Sorry, bro. I had to do this."

"You can always go to the toilet, silly", Dorian said as he straightened the strings of his jockstrap and turned his ass in the air. "What's that phone you got there?"

"Oh that's my chronivac..." the rest that Patrick said was sort of blocked out for Dorian as he got distracted by the growing bulge in his stud boyfriend's sweatpants.

After the best sex for the couple in ages, the pair went to bed and Dorian checked his phone one final time to make sure his alarm for work was set. His boyfriend was toying with that special phone again.

"OMG, you have to tell me more!" A text from Lisa popped up, but Dorian couldn't remember texting her. When he read about the reality-changing programme, a killer headache formed. Suddenly, he remembered what Patrick promised and what happened earlier tonight. He could feel his consciousness slip. Dorian mustered all his power to reply to Lisa.

"I think Patrick is abusing it. Come help me, please." Dorian barely sent the message before letting his phone slip from his hands. This drew Patrick's attention. Dorian saw how his boyfriend picked up the phone and saw the message.

"Again, honey, I'm sorry. This cock won't be taking care of it self, and I am so f'ing horny. I can't let you find out again" Dorian panicked and wondered what was going to happen as he got swallowed in seas of darkness.

Dorian awoke startled, as if just woken up from a scary dream. Light pierced through the curtains already.

"Fuck bro, I missed my alarm", he said while yawning.

Dorian lazily grabbed at his morning wood and fully woke up in shock.

"how large is my...." was the last thought he had before his mind was flooded with new memories that immediately weren't new to Dorian.

D, as he often refferred to himself now, thought back to the hot sex last night as he let his naked foot-long cock flop free from the blankets.

D flexed his football-sized biceps as his cock hardened. Like every morning, he winked at the camera that livestreamed his bed 24/7. He had to please the audience, Patrick always said.

D got up from the bed and immediately saw himself in the full-length mirror directly in front of the bed.

He knew he saw this every morning, but as if he saw it for the first time, Dorian was blown away by his physique. First of all, his beautiful young face that made him look boy-ish, with blue eyes that swallowed every top as he looked up while sucking on a dick.

His baby face could be misleading if it weren't for the bullneck that followed straight underneath it. Every muscle group stood out in its own marvellous way. His bowling-ball-sized shoulders made him look like a tank, while their curves made way for arms that were larger than most people's legs. His python arms were raised to his sides because of a back that could make some planes jealous.

D admired and flexed every muscle, but he knew what his audience was waiting for.

"Are you guys ready to see the root of my popularity?" D said with his back turned to the camera, seemingly forgetting that his audience could see everything because of all the other mirrors.

"Ladies and gents, but mostly gents. Here is my root!" D laughed as he turned around, moving his hips back and forth in such a way that the top of his dick slammed into his pec shelf.

As he was wanking off, D talked to the camera about all the times he had to skip a class because his dick was simply to hard. That his mind clouded over because he got too horny and had to hold himself in.

"Now, I hardly ever have to leave the house. We even have a pool since we moved to Patrick's mansion! He even told me that's because of you guys I can just lounge around naked or in my jockstrap all day now."

Thinking about his jockstrap pushed D over the edge. He moaned a lot and yelled, "I love my life!" before he jizzed over the mirrors and his own hair.

After he came to, D turned to the camera again.

"Thank you guys, I'll be leaving the camera view now, but I promise you can see tons of content on my OF-page today, tomorrow, every day!" He giggled and jumped around for a few more seconds and then left the room.

D had just started showering when Patrick came into the bathroom.

"Honey, Lisa is here and wants to talk to you. I will let her in, so take your time. It doesn't seem too urgent anyway."

Patrick left the bathroom, and D thought he could hear him mumble something about twinks. It didn't matter, as thinking of Lisa gave D, no Dorian, a headache again. Why had he asked Lisa for help again?

To be continued

[the-pigeon-queen]

So yeah here's an excerpt from my Antichrist AU! :] It's very angsty, very self indulgent, and I love it, so if anyone has any questions or wants to see more, please lemme know!

I'd been working on this for a couple months now :']

[dumbroski]

Be your worst nightmare.

Once again with the wonderful @misctf .

Eric sighs as he got ready for another day of classes. It wasn’t like classes were hard for a genius like him, but there were certainly other challenges on campus. After a quick shower, breakfast, and organizing his notes for the day, Eric was off to his first class. And as per his usual routine, Liam greets him at the corner.

“Eric!” Liam smiles, “Okay, did you see the latest chapter of Battle Monsters? I won’t spoil it if you didn’t, but…”

"Of course I did!” Eric beams, “Okay, what did you think about…”

The two continue talking about the latest chapter of their favorite manga, before shifting to their plans for the weekend- namely D&D and watching comic book movies. And as they talk, Eric couldn’t help but be grateful to have found friends who share his interests. How less lonely he felt compared to his high school days.

“This is perfect.” Eric thinks, while laughing at one of Liam’s jokes.

Well, almost perfect. As Liam splits off and walks to his class, Eric feels someone walking to catch up with him. And his heart sinks when the all too familiar smell of sweat and a tough-work-out tickles at his nose.

“Well, well look who it is.” Jax’s mocking laughter follows close behind, “Seriously, what the fuck were you talking about?”

“Just leave me alone.” Eric’s words lack the confidence he was hoping to convey, “I…”

“Shut it, nerd.” Jax cut him off. He throws an arm around his victim in mock affection, “Relax. I’m here to give you the good news.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face, “I leave to study abroad in a few days, and I’m sure that oversized brain of yours knows what that means.”

Eric couldn’t help but smile to himself. He knew exactly what that meant. A semester free of Jax. No more bullying, no more mocking, no more torment.

“Oh but don’t get too excited. I still have a few more days here.” Jax continued, “And I’m gonna make the most of it.” Before Eric could react, Jax firmly grasped his arm, “Come on nerd, I wanna show you something.”

“L-let go of me!”

But Jax’s strength easily overpowers the young nerd. And before Eric knew what was happening, he’s pulled into an empty classroom.

“You might be wondering, ‘Why am I here?’ Well, that’s very simple, nerd. You and I are gonna be a lot closer these next few days.” Jax winks at him, “How can I possibly leave for a semester and give you all that precious time free of me?” He glares at Eric, “Sit.” He commands, and Eric did- hoping if he just went along with whatever this was, he’d be done soon enough.

“I-I have to get to class, please…”

“Just wait a goddamn minute, nerd.” Jax smirks and pulls off his sneaker, freeing his sweaty, moist foot, “Fuck, it feels good to free these babies.” He flexes his toes, “Well, they’re not gonna clean themselves, right nerd? That morning work-out really did a number on these.” His dumb laughter fills the air.

“No way, I’m not… I’m not…” Eric wants to protest. To tell Jax to fuck off. But as he stares at his tormenter’s foot, his mind was slowing.

“That’s right. You love to serve me. Love to serve my feet.” Jax smirks as Eric approaches him, dropping to his knees, “Yeah, that’s it. Can’t resist my musk, can ya?” Eric’s eyes water as he brings Jax’s foot to his mouth, “You never want to leave my feet. You want to serve them, love them.”

Jax moans as Eric’s mouth and tongue go to work. The young nerd’s eyes filling with tears as the rotten smell and taste overwhelm his senses. His mind racing. What the fuck am I doing? Why can’t I stop stop? Eric wants to run, to scream. But…

“You’re just a pair of my used and abused socks.” Jax continues in the same hypnotic voice, “Filled with my sweat and cum. Not even a person.”

Eric couldn’t understand what Jax was saying- was this some kind of weird fetish. He isn’t… Eric let out a pained cry as his body began to burn from the inside out.

“Wh-what’s happening to me!?” Eric’s eyes widen as he watches his feet and legs shrink into his torso, “Jax! Stop! Please!”

Jax only watches in amusement as Eric’s skin turns white. His chest and abdomen deflate and hollow out, while his arms shrink into his changing torso. He flops to the ground, unable to move- only able to look up at his bully.

“Wait… please, don’t…!” Eric let out a muffled cry as Jax forcefully sticks his foot into Eric’s open mouth.

“Good little sock.” Jax smiles as he watched the transformation finalize, until he was the only person in the room, “Fuck… I know you can still hear and taste everything. Hope you’re loving it. And even if you aren’t, well… you will.”

Eric had no conception of time. No ability to know how many hours or days passed. His whole world consumed by the smelly, musky foot that filled his entire being. Jax wore him at all times. At the gym, on the field, on his jogs. He didn’t even shower afterwards. Days passed, allowing his stench to accumulate and overwhelm the young nerd further. Eric wished for some relief, even maybe a cycle in the laundry machine to help rid him of his tormentor’s stench. Even on the night Jax did remove him, the relief was short lived as Jax forced his meaty cock into what once had been Eric’s mouth, before jerking off and cumming inside him. Eric hoped that Jax would toss him aside after his pleasure session, but instead he was immediately wrapped around Jax’s foot again. The days went by, the cycle continued, and Eric knew he didn’t have much of a fight left in him…

“Ah fuck, the day has come.” Jax smirks at his sweat and cum-stained sock, “I leave tomorrow, brah. I think I got enough fun in this past week to make up for my semester-long absence, wouldn’t you say?” He grins as he pulls his sock off and tosses it to the ground, “Let’s see…”

He watches with a grin as the sock contorts, morphs, and changes. Human features bubbling from the piece of fabric. And after a few minutes, Eric is back to his human form.

“Wh-where…?”

“Shut your mouth and get the fuck out of here.” Jax smirks, “Here’s a little souvenir.” He tosses him a few items of his clothing, “Wouldn’t want the world having to look at your tiny cock.”

In a daze, Eric dresses in the tank-top, boxers, and athletic shorts that Jax had so graciously given him. His mind still reeling with what happened, unable to process it fully. And as he walks back to his dorm, embarrassment fills him as people wrinkle their nose. Eric became acutely aware of the stench wafting off of him- just like Jax. His bully’s scent scarred into him. He tries to shower when he gets back to his dorm room. Tries to get rid of the stench. But he’s tired. And he quickly drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

Eric sighs as he gets up for another day of classes. The stench still lingers. The memories still hazy. He tries to get into his morning routine, but his desire to shower was gone- he felt like he had to force himself. Even his clothes feel wrong- too stuffy and boring. His notes are harder to understand. He’s aware now that his breakfast lacks protein. This all feels… wrong…

“Eric! Where have you been?” Liam asks as the two meet up, “I heard you were sick, but no one could get in touch with you.”

“Yeah…” Eric’s eyes dart towards the campus gym, “Sick or somethin’ like that.”

“Well, I was thinking we could play some Battle Monsters later. I just got a new deck and…”

“Battle Monsters? Fuck, man. Real men don’t play that shit.” Eric’s eyes widen, “Uh… fuck… I need to go! I’m sorry Liam!” Before Liam could say anything, Eric sprints off.

Eric’s thoughts race as he runs to the closest bathroom. The insanity of the last week, the smell that still clung to him, the words that left his mouth just then… He wants to cry. His identity feels fractured. It felt wrong. He doesn’t smell like himself- he smells like Jax. He doesn’t sound like himself- he sounds like Jax.

“I’m not Jax.” He grunts, throwing his backpack aside and staring closely in the bathroom mirror, “I’m not him.”

Jax wasn’t here. He’s halfway across the world. Eric was free of him. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder. He didn’t have to worry about being tormented. This is all… good. Eric sighs as a strange, tingling warmth spreads through his body- one Eric thought meant joy. But it stays. Lingers, almost painfully.

“Hey Eric?” Liam’s voice breaks his concentration, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m aight.” Eric coughs to clear his throat, “Uh sorry, lost my cool. What were we doing?”

Liam shifts uncomfortably, “Uh class then library, like always.”

“Sweet.”

Class was something Eric usually loved, taught by a professor he admired. But today felt… off. Maybe it was the warmth bubbling beneath his skin, or him trying to catch up after a week of whatever Jax had done to him, but he couldn’t focus. The words the professor used, the concepts he was delving into- Eric’s brain couldn’t seem to retain or understand them. He knew that should frustrate him, but he resigned himself to doodling in his usually pristine notebook. Neat and tidy equations and immaculate handwriting now littered with crudely doodled dicks- the whole time Eric chuckling to himself with the completion of each masterpiece. When the class ends, all Eric had to show for it was a page of doodled dicks- his pride evidenced by his shit-eating grin.

“Dude, I think I broke a record for the number of dicks on a page.” He says turning to one of the jocks in the class- one of Jax’s friends- Eric recalls.

“Oh shit brah.” The jock chuckles, “Jax would be proud.” Eric could swear there was a knowing look in the jock’s eye- something sinister.

“Wh-what are you…?”

“Why are you talking to him?” Liam’s voice breaks Eric’s concentration, “Come on Eric… and leave us alone.” Liam pulls Eric away, the jock’s cruel laughter filling the air.

Liam and Eric walk quickly through campus and towards the library. Eric’s thoughts returning to class… what he did… how Jax’s friend clearly knows something. And as his brain replays what had happened, he felt shame. He’s a star student, not some dick-doodling, braindead jock. He isn’t Jax… That thought repeating in his mind. He isn’t Jax. He isn’t Jax. He… wasn’t Jax. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“Eric?” Liam looks worried, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I… I need to go back to my room.” Eric says, “I’m still not feeling too well. I’ll see you later!”

Before Liam could get another word in, Eric turns and walks quickly towards the dorms. And when he finally makes it to his room, he falls to his bed, tears falling from his eyes. None of this makes sense- why was any of this happening? Eric wipes his eyes and grunts.

“What are you fuckin’ doing?” A voice echos in the back of his mind, “Real men don’t fuckin’ cry. They deal with their shit in the only way they know how.” The voice is cruel, mocking.

“H-how?” Eric whispers into the air.

“The gym.”

Eric looks over to a pile of discarded clothes in the corner of the room. The only athletic clothes he owns. Jax’s clothes… the ones he gave him that day. He had sworn never to wear them again. But without much resistance, Eric stripped out of his nerdy clothes, and grabbed his tormentor’s. First, the boxers. They slid up his leg and settled nicely on his waist. Eric had to admit they felt… right. Then the athletic shorts. And then the gray tank-top. Eric stares in the mirror, Jax’s clothes hanging loosely on his scrawny frame.

“I look…”

“Good.” The voice fills his mind, “But you’re missing something… Well, a few things…”

And Eric knew what he needed to do- where he needed to go. His walk across campus felt different this time. Each step filled with a bit more confidence. His clothes feeling more comfortable on his skin… not as loose. The wrinkling of noses, the dirty looks- things that he knows should bother him… just didn’t.

“Almost there.”

The voice in is head becoming clearer, taking on a familiar cadence and tone. Eric realizes it sounds like… Jax. He knows this should definitely bother him- scare him even. Why was Jax in his head? Why was Jax talking to him? Why was he fuckin’ listening? He pauses, his breathing becomes faster. He feels… he feels… He turns and looks at himself in a window.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” He whispers.

His exposed arms are toned, bulkier. His legs more muscular- calves more defined, thighs thicker. He looks down at his hands- the beginnings of callouses that he knew weren’t there an hour ago are etched into his skin. Weakly, he raises the tank-top and runs his hand along the faint but undeniably present abs he definitely knew were not there earlier that day.

“Fuck… you’re wasting time.” Jax’s voice grunts, “C'mon already…”

Eric nods slowly, “Yeah… yeah gotta go…” His voice sounds deeper, a bit rougher.

He turns from the mirror, catching a glimpse of his face as his jaw squares out a bit and his eyes darken and dull. Eric walks quicker now, his newly powerful legs bounding up the stairs of a frat house. Entering it like second nature- like he’d done this countless times. And as he walks through the living room, stepping over beer bottles and dumbbells, he can feel their eyes on him. Jax’s frat bros, lounging on the couch, making protein shakes in the kitchen- all turn and watch as Eric walks in. Some just smirk, while others laugh. But Eric keeps going- entering Jax’s room. And as he stands in his tormentor’s room, his stomach drops.

“I-I should leave…” Eric whispers to himself, “I need to get out of here.”

“We came here for a reason.” The voice in his head says, “Now go on…”

“But…”

Eric wants to protest and argue. A part of him registering that he isn’t going to be leaving this place as himself. That maybe… just maybe if he turned and left now, there’d be hope for him. That he could go back to being a nerd. Enjoying comic books… talking to Liam… playing Battle Monsters…

“Fuck all that shit.” Jax’s voice cruelly dismissed those thoughts, “I’m not some fuckin’ nerd. And you aren’t anymore either. Got it?”

“No… I’m not… I’m not you…”

“Yeah you are bruh… well, you will be.” The voice continues, “Now didn’t we come here for a reason?”

Eric whimpers as he steps forward, not sure anymore who was in control of his body. There, sitting on Jax’s bed was a red cap. Jax’s favorite. The one he always wore around campus. Part of his signature, douchebag look. And Eric took it in his now large, calloused hands. Every part of him screaming not to. Knowing this was it.

“You think he’s gonna do it?”

“Fuck, I can’t even tell the difference anymore.”

“Brah, this voodoo shit is wild.”

Eric could hear Jax’s frat bros from the doorway. Staring at him. Watching him closely. Mocking him. He didn’t like them. How they acted. What they said and did. Yet he was about to join them- that very thought causing his stomach to twist. And before he could think more about it, he raised the cap to his head and lowered it.

The room was silent. Eric was silent. That was it. It was on. The jocks held their breath. Eric stared blankly ahead. Waiting. For something. And just when the faintest hint of relief started to build, Eric let out a pained cry.

“Oh god, what the fuck!?”

It started in his feet. The cracking, the twisting. He watched as his feet morphed and shifted- growing in size. At least 13 inches. Wiry hairs sprouting on his toes- their stench enough to bring down an elephant. Eric hated how familiar they smelled. His memory as Jax’s sock playing endlessly in his shrinking brain.

“There we go.” The voice in his head sounded prideful, “Thatta boy.”

Eric’s legs followed- hair sprouting on his ever-enlarging muscular thighs and calves. Powerful. Warm. His butt filling with firm muscle and fat- two squeezable basketballs that would barely be contained in his pants. He’d certainly turn heads- the very thought sending another wave of unwanted pride through Eric’s mind.

“Fuck…” Eric moaned as his dick stood at full attention.

His balls grew larger, filling with virile cum. His dick continued to grow in his pants, while a jungle of unkempt, musky pubes grew around it. He pawed miserably at his cock with his thick, meaty hands. Watching through half-lidded eyes as his forearms thickened with muscle. He backed up against a wall and slid to the ground, cushioned by his thicc ass.

“I can’t… I don’t want this…” He could hear Jax’s frat bros laughing, gawking at the sight before them, “Please… help me…”

He let out a pained cry as his abs popped into existence, the small amount of fat burning away. The cramping continued as it moved into his chest. His flat chest began to fill with firm muscle, his nipples growing more sensitive as his pecs swelled into existence. He weakly brought his arm to them, giving one a squeeze and watched as his biceps and triceps grew thicker with firm muscle. With a tired sigh, he dropped his arm to his side, breathing heavily.

“It… it has to be over…” He grunted, “Please… just…”

He immediately went into a coughing fit as his neck thickened and his Adams apple grew more prominent. He grabbed at his face as his cute features finished becoming more angular- more masculine. He could feel his face rearranging beneath his skin and he just knew, even though he hated to admit it, that when he looked in the mirror, Jax would be staring back. He could even feel the burning pain as his ear was pierced.

“Fuck look at him.”

“Dude, what do we call him?”

“I mean, its Jax right?”

Eric looked over at them, and clumsily pulled out his phone. His heart was thumping in his newly muscular chest as he turned the camera towards him.

“No…” Eric knew what he was going to see, but actually seeing it. That was different, “I-I don’t want this. I don’t…”

“Why are you crying, nerd?” Jax’s voice echoed from within, “You got a problem with being a man?”

“No! Why would I ever want to be you?” Eric replied, the anguish evident in his voice- Jax’s voice, “All you do is torment people. You’re an asshole. A piece of shit!”

“Correct… You’re an asshole.” The voice chuckled, “And you’re a piece of shit. Because brah, you’re me. Get it?”

Eric held back a sob, “But… I’m still…”

“There’s no one better than you to be me.” The voice continued, “You know all my lines. Know all my favorite ways to keep nerds in their place.” Eric knew he was right- he experienced it all first hand, “Now you have the body, you have the tactics. You’re the fuckin’ king, brah.”

“But I don’t want to be this. I don’t want to…”

“Dude, this voice in your head? It’s you. It’s always been you.” Eric felt his heart start to sink, “Jax didn’t put me in your brain, these are your fuckin’ thoughts. I don’t know what the fuck Jax did to make us into this, but I’ve always been here. Waiting. And now? Admit it. You want this.”

“What are you saying?” Eric’s voice never sounded more uncertain.

“You got the bod. You got the mindset. You just gotta want it.” The voice pushed, “Do you want it?”

Eric knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was sweet. A good kid. He had dreams and passions. Complexity. He wasn’t this simple-minded asshole. But… he could be. He looked over to the mirror and saw Jax staring back. He wasn’t even himself anymore.

“Just let go. You know how to.”

Would it be that easy? To let go? To throw away his old life? To lose himself in Jax’s persona?

“It would be so fuckin’ easy.”

“Yeah… yeah it would.” So simple… no worries… so few thoughts…

A shit-eating grin formed on Eric’s new face. One that he knew mimicked Jax’s perfectly. He looked over at his frat bros, all of whom seemed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting to see if Jax’s little plan worked.

“Whatcha fuckin’ lookin’ at?” Eric pawed at his erect dick, “If you’re gonna stare, you might as well get to work.” He smirked as his frat bros howled with laughter.

_________

“Fuck yeah bro, that bitch from bio got me an A on another lab report.” Eric grunted, eyes fixated on the videogame before him, his phone on speaker, “Let him worship my cock in exchange. Seems fair right?”

“Pfft you’re a real fuckin’ natural. Ain’t it good being me?” Jax replied

“Yeah… fuckin’ love being you. Never going back…” Eric mindlessly flexed his bicep and gave it a kiss, “So when are ya gettin’ back to the states, brah?”

“A few weeks, bro. Can’t wait to hit the gym with my new twin bro.”

Eric smirked, “Yeah, can’t wait, bro.” He turned his game off, “Aight bro, remember that bitch, Liam? He’s comin’ over in a bit.”

“Oh really? What? You gonna play Battle Monsters with your old BFF?” Jax mocked.

“Oh hell naw brah.” Eric’s dull laughter filled the air, “I got something else in mind.” He looked down at his sweaty, hairy foot, a cruel grin spread across his face, “Hope you don’t mind being a triplet, bro.”

[immortalmrwavell]

The Dadpocalypse

Nobody knew how it started.

Patriarchulenza had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. One day everything was normal until suddenly people began to change all across the globe. It started with a handful of cases in lots of different countries at once. Those cases then multiplied at a rate that was impossible to contain.

Scientists got to work on a cure almost immediately. Only this virus was unlike anything that’d ever been seen before. It didn’t kill those that it infected nor did it hurt them. Instead… it changed them. Not into monsters or the undead or anything else like that. It turned them into something seemingly harmless. It turned them into dads.

There were multiple strains of Patriarchulenza. One would turn the infected into a handsome silver fox while another would always transform its victims into huge burly bears. There were so many different strains that it was impossible to account for them all. Yet there was one thing they all had in common. It didn’t matter whether they were a young college jock or an elderly man, every single person infected would gradually transform into a middle aged man of some description. Even women would have their gender completely flipped to become older men. A lot of men who were already middle aged looked the part physically but that didn’t stop their minds from being taken over as well. Nobody was safe.

Worse yet, Patriarchulenza didn’t stop at just physical changes. As their bodies morphed, the infected would have their minds invaded as well. They would find themselves being forced to think more and more “dad-like”. Some would suddenly start talking about cars and fishing. Others wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about football and beer. And some unlucky few couldn’t stop themselves from making endless amounts of dad jokes. Most tried their best to resist but sooner or later they would completely forget who they used to be.

During the first month the Dad’s were relentless. It was this time that they acted the most like zombies as the infected tried desperately to spread the virus in any way that they could. Saliva was the most common method. The mass majority of infections were caused by Dad’s kissing anyone they could get their hands on. It didn’t have to be on the lips either. It could be on the cheek or the hand. Anywhere. As long as their saliva touched a new host, the virus would be transferred. This resulted in many people getting wrapped up in strong bear hugs so they were unable to escape an onslaught of kisses.

But it didn’t stop there. Upon being transformed by Patriarchulenza, the dads would develop the ability to secrete a potent aphrodisiac from their skin. It was so powerful that it was nearly impossible to resist. This meant that anyone who got too close to an infected dad would find themselves easily seduced. Even the straightest of men couldn’t fight it for long, especially if they were wrapped up in one of the aforementioned bear hugs.

It became a common sight to see individuals who’d been captured by the growing army of transformed dads fall prey to their seduction. Giving into the kisses and making out with one of the many father figures as they allowed for the virus to enter their bodies and begin changing them. All reason melted away as they were taken over by pure lust. More often than not this would end in a lewd scene of them fucked hard and deep by dad dick. Whether it be bent over a car, up against an alley wall or on the floor of an abandoned supermarket etc. And naturally every infected dad had enhanced stamina and heavy balls that would flood any hole. Doing so would speed up the transformation exponentially. It wasn’t clear how but it was theorised that dad cum was so densely packed with the Patriarchulenza virus that it was capable of accelerating dadification process.

It was chaos. Sex hungry dad zombies everywhere. And no matter how much the people fought back, they were eventually overrun. Even the heavily armed bases that should’ve stood strong amongst it all collapsed faster than anyone could’ve anticipated. The virus and the dads it controlled were smarter than they appeared. They found ways to infiltrate. One base fell due to only one man who’d unknowingly been infected by a single drop of saliva. The virus stayed hidden inside his body until he was safely inside the walls. It only began to take him over during the night where he woke up mid transformation feeling compelled to infect the others.

It was, by all means, an apocalypse. Granted it wasn’t the kind of apocalypse anyone had foreseen. Most imagined that if there was ever an apocalyptic event it would be a meteor strike or aliens. Not… whatever the hell this was.

However, as the scales tipped and the majority of earth’s population fell prey to Patriarchulenza, something began to change. The dads became more docile. They didn’t hunt as much for new people to infect. Instead they started to act… normal? The survivors would watch from the shadows as the new species of dads started to recreate civilisation for themselves. They started to clean up the mess the outbreak had caused. They started to work jobs. They started to grow food. Fishing was a big one. They even got electricity up and running again. It was almost as if they’d become regular people again. Only they were more efficient. Always working hard and together. Never arguing. Just laughing and joking like typical dads while drinking beer and whiskey together.

In reality all those infected by the virus now acted somewhat like a hivemind. They all seemed connected in a way. As if they talk to one another with a simple glance. It’s part of what made them so effective in the early days of the outbreak. Sharing knowledge with each other and moving in herds half the time. But since rebooting their own version of society, they all seemed to have their own unique qualities and personalities that made them seem ordinary people again. Only better. Peaceful and united. So much so that they were even able to trick a few survivors into coming out of hiding before absorbing them into the ranks as well.

Nowadays the earth seems like a better place. Over 95% of the human population had been dad-ified and they’d turned the planet into what seemed like a utopia. Handsome older men everywhere you turned. All of them looked so happy and loving towards one another. Kissing and holding hands. It only made sense that Pariarchulenza had also turned them all into raging homosexuals as well beyond their simple desire to spread the virus. Most of them seemed to have been quick to choose a lover in one of the other dads. It was practically gay paradise.

Yet, despite it all, the dwindling number of survivors continued to resist. Fighting against the ever growing odds to keep their bodies and individuality. But it would always be a losing battle…

———

A year after the outbreak began

Wren was one of the few people left on the planet who’d managed to avoid exposure to the virus. He was a man in his late twenties who’d worked an ordinary job in retail before the breakout. But that life seemed like a distant memory. So much had changed and now Wren found himself leading a small team of scavengers. Hunting for food and supplies to bring back to their group of survivors at a hidden location.

It was late at night meaning the streets were quiet. Those transformed dads might’ve become an intelligent hivemind but they still needed to sleep. So Wren and his two scavenger teammates, Galen and Hannah, moved through the dark as quietly as possible.

Hannah was a woman around the same age as Wren. In her old life she was an intern doctor which made her an invaluable asset to their group. So much so that she really had to fight for them to allow her on these risky expeditions. Galen on the other hand was the youngest of the three but by far the most intelligent which made him perfect for devising plans and running statistics on their expeditions. That left Wren as the muscle seeing as he was the biggest.

They sculled around corners and moved through the shadows as they took every precaution just to be safe. Galen had memorised the town map thanks to his photographic memory and was easily able to point them in the right direction until they found what they were looking for. A supply warehouse near the town centre.

It was a plain building and easy to miss but Galen assured Wren and Hannah they were at the right place. Hannah immediately got to work on cutting the power supply to shut down any alarms before Wren cut through the locks and chains that kept the main gate shut so the three of them could sneak inside. Breaking and entering wasn’t as hard as it used to be. After all, the dads all worked as one. All connected and peaceful towards each other. If it were just them, they wouldn’t need security at all. They only kept up minimal levels because of survivors like Wren.

Once inside the trio began searching through shelves upon shelves of boxes.

“Grab as much as you can. Every little bit counts.” Wren said in a hushed voice as he started stuffing cans of tinned food into his backpack. Galen was on bottled water duty while Hannah hunted for any kind of medicine she could find.

Wren had to take a moment to thank the heavens that Patriarchulenza couldn’t survive for long outside of a human body. It was something they learned in the early days of the breakout. Had that not been the case then all the dads could’ve contaminated all the food and water by now. After all, they were the ones running the factories now.

Hannah grumbled in annoyance. “Not finding much in the way of medicine.” It’d been a long shot on that front anyway. “It might just be food and drink.”

“Ehhh that’s about what we expected anyway.” Galen sighed. “Check the back. If there’s nothing then we can always try and hit the pharmacy a few blocks down.”

Wren watched as Hannah headed towards the door at the back and disappeared through it. He wasn’t sure why but he felt anxious. More so than usual. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Like this had all been a bit too easy so far. Normally they’d have to sneak past at least one or two infected dads just to breach town lines. But tonight? They’d gotten all the way to the centre of town without having seen a single older man patrolling the area.

“Hey Galen. Have you seen anyone besides the three of us since we got to this town?” Wren whispered.

“No… I don’t think so. I was just thinking about that actually.” Galen grabbed another water bottle before stuffing it into his own backpack. “It’s an anomaly for sure. I don’t think I’ve seen a town where they don’t have at least a handful of night watchmen.”

Wren furrowed his brow as he looked down at one of cans of soup he’d picked up. It was a brand he knew but the packaging had been changed to show a burly father with a thick beard instead of the petite woman it’d once been. “I don’t like it. We shouldn’t hang around for long.”

Just as the two men returned to filling their backpacks, they heard a muffled scream coming from the back followed by a few loud thuds. Hannah. Wren didn’t waste a single second. He told Galen to stay and keep a lookout before running towards the door leading to the back storage.

Moments later Wren burst through the door, head whipping around in search of Hannah. He saw her bag on the floor first, abandoned. Then just a few steps away he saw her, wrapped up in the bulky arms of a middle aged bodybuilder. It was too late. The natural aphrodisiac mixed with hulking father’s sweat had overpowered any sense of reason in her mind as she allowed him to press his lips against hers. She was infected and soon she’d be one of them.

They broke their kiss just long enough for the hunky dad to try and tempt Wren. “Come and join us, boy. Your friend here is loving it already.” He said with a malicious grin.

“Fuck Fuck FUCK!” Wren shouted as he turned on heel and ran back through the door as fast as he could. It pained him to leave Hannah behind but there was nothing he could do for her now. Even if he managed to rip her away and break her out of that lust-fuelled haze, the virus was already in her system. No matter what they did, she’d be fully transformed in a few days at the most.

Wren burst back into the main warehouse, startling Galen half to death. “ONE OF THEM IS THE BACK! HE GOT HANNAH! WE NEED TO GO NOW!” He didn’t even stop to think why one of them had been hiding in the back at this time of night, only that they needed to escape as quickly as possible.

“H-Hannah’s infected!?” Galen wheezed in disbelief. “Oh god. If one of them knows then they all know! Did they set this up? Was it a trap?!? I-I should’ve—” His panicked rambling was swiftly cut off as Wren grabbed his arm.

“We don’t have time for blame!” Wren grunted as he began dragging them both towards the exit. “Trap or not, we need to get out of here NOW!” He knew there wasn’t a second to spare. Like Galen had said, if one of the dads knew then he would’ve broadcast their location to the entire town by now. In a few minutes this place would be swarming.

The two men crashed through the front entrance but immediately stopped dead in their tracks. A least a dozen or more dads stood blocking the outer gate where they’d broken in. All of them were smiling in a way that seemed almost kind. Like they were genuinely happy to be given the opportunity to create more perfect daddies like them. But they couldn’t have gotten here this fast. Not that many of them anyway. That could only mean it was a trap from the beginning.

Wren and Galen turned and looked for another way to escape but the fences were too high on all sides. The only thing they could do was turn and barricade themselves inside the warehouse again in the hopes there was another way out from inside. Wren had seen an exit door through the back of the warehouse where Hannah had been. He wasn’t sure they’d make it past the beefy dad back there without getting infected but there wasn’t any other way out. It was their only chance.

Unfortunately they were already too late. When Wren and Galen ran into back storage, behind Hannah and the dad that’d caught her, more dads were already piling in through the exit door. The pair immediately spun around and instead headed for the only safe place they could see. The fridge.

They dashed inside and shut the door behind them. Wren was quick to block the handle from the inside so that it couldn’t be opened, trapping them in the cold surrounded by refrigerated goods.

It wasn’t long before the dads were outside the door. They knocked. Not aggressively. If anything it was polite. But of course Wren and Galen didn’t answer. So instead the dads began to talk to them from the other side.

“There’s no need to be afraid of us boys. We’re not going to hurt you. You know that. We just want to make you better.” One of them cooed softly in a gruff voice. “You don’t have to run and hide. You can be part of us. And we will love you just as we love each other.” They continued in a way that sounded sincere and genuine.

Wren tried desperately to think of a new plan. They had enough food in here to survive for a long while so there was plenty of time to think of something. He just had to believe there was a way to get out of this. But while he was analysing everything at their disposal, Galen was already starting to spiral. He was smart enough to know that their chances of getting out of here without infection were slim to none no matter how much Wren tried to hold out hope. As such he started to spiral while they shivered in the cold.

Hours passed and the dads never left. They stayed outside. Talking to them occasionally about how much better they’ll feel once they accept their fates. Wren refused to listen but their words slowly crept into Galen's mind. Until eventually… he made up his mind.

Galen waited until Wren had fallen asleep after hours of exhaustion mixed with adrenaline caught up with them. He felt a pang of guilt run over what he was about to do to them both but he’d convinced himself it was for the best. Anything was better than dying a warehouse fridge of all places. So he got up as quietly as possible and made his way towards the door. There took a deep breath before unblocking the handle and opening up the fridge.

Outside there were half a dozen dads that’d stayed. They all smiled at Galen warmly. The biggest of them, a massive bear of a man that dwarfed the brainy young man with his hairy frame, stepped forward with open arms.

“You’re making the right choice son. For yourself and your friend.” The bear reassured himself before squeezing Galen into the tightest hug of his life. Squashing the man against that enormous barrel chest as Galen’s senses began to flood with the same aphrodisiac that’d taken over Hannah. “Welcome home.” Was the last thing the bear said before crashing his lips against Galen’s and infecting him with Partiachulenza.

When Wren woke up it was already far too late. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by dads. He jumped up in a panic but they grabbed his arms before he could do anything. He could already feel himself become hazed with lust at being so close to them but that didn’t stop him from trying to resist and pull away. That was until his eyes rested on the sight of Galen, just outside the fridge door, on his knees and sucking the cock of the burly bear that’d seduced him. His lips glided back and forth on that thick shaft with nothing but ecstasy in his eyes. All the while that huge goliath of a daddy chuckled and groaned.

Wren’s mind twisted. He’d lost Hannah. Now he’d lost Galen. There was no way out of this. The realisation hit him like a truck. So much so that his will to fight back evaporated as the lust in his core grew stronger. The moment he stopped struggling, the other dads started planting kisses all over Wren’s neck and face until his mind and spirit were forced into submission.

———

It was daylight by the time all three scavengers had been caught. They were gently guided out of the warehouse by the daddies that’d caught them. As they were walked down the street, applause erupted from the other townsdads who were delighted to see new members that were about to be absorbed into their flock. It continued all the way up to their destination. The town hall.

Wren, Galen and Hannah were taken inside the town hall where their conversion to dadhood would be completed. Now that they had Patriarchulenza flowing through their veins, it was only a matter of time before they all transformed. But time was of the essence. They needed to add these three to the hivemind quickly so they could learn where they’ve been hiding out. That way the dads could catch any other potential survivors before they have a chance to run.

But as everyone knew, there was only one way to speed up the transformation. Another dad had to drain their load deep inside an infected human. Nobody was exactly sure how it worked but something about the cum being incredibly rich and potent with the virus never failed to hurry along any transformation.

The three soon to be dads were all escorted into what used to be the mayor's office. But they had no use for mayors or politicians in their new society so the office was turned into a miniature sex parlour. It was filled with comfy beds and an array sex toys ranging from vanilla to extremely kinky. Although the hivemind was connected through consciousness, the individual brains of dads still had their own individual desires too when it came to sex. The only thing that’s been scrubbed completely was any trace of heterosexuality as it no longer served any purpose in a world composed solely of men.

They were all taken in by one dad each. Specifically, the dad that’d initially infected them. Hannah was taken by the muscle daddy. Galen was taken by the hairy bear. Wren was taken by a clean cut gentleman whose lips had been the first to touch his skin. All of them possessing a different strain of the virus that’s now been passed on to these new hosts.

Each pair chose a bed before stripping down. The dads removed their own clothes first before ripping away the clothes of their newest members. Galen was tossed onto a mattress first, followed by Hannah and finally Wren where all three of them were compelled to present their asses. And so, it began.

An orchestra of moans began to spill from what was once the mayor's office. Wren had his face pressed down against the sheets under the hand of the dapper daddy that was drilling him from behind. Galen was being crushed under the weight of the bear whose hairy stomach pressed against his back while that thick cock stretched Galen’s hole. Meanwhile the muscle daddy fucking Hannah was having a slightly harder time getting into it all. He was gay after all and she still looked mostly female. But the thought of who she would soon become allowed him to forge on. As soon as her ass was filled with his seed, she’d become a huge hulking man just like he was and it would be glorious.

They all flipped into various different positions while the endless sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled their ears. Huge dad dicks plunging in and out of their newest mates and soon to be fellow fatherly citizens. They didn’t have much need for the kinkier objects around the room. Not for this anyway. A process like this warranted pure undiluted love making. And as the first few drops of precum began to spill inside the newly infected, their bodies began to prepare themselves for what was to come.

Despite being the last of the three to be infected with Patriarchulenza, it seemed Wren would be the first to complete his mutation towards the dad side. The suave gentleman who’d taken him began to grunt louder as his thrusts began to falter. Wren could only bite his lip through the lust that blurred his better judgement as dick inside him started to spasm. Next thing he knew, his ass was flooded with cum. When it happened, Wren felt a split second of clarity wash over him. His eyes filled with fear momentarily as he realised what had happened. Before he could say or do anything however, his body began to morph at a rapid rate.

Immediately Wren’s muscles began to dwindle. He’d always been one of the strongest men in their group with thick arms and a broad chest but now most of the muscle he’d built shrank away in favour of a leaner frame. After all, he’d received the gentleman strain of the virus and there was no need for a gentleman to have all that bulk. The part of him that didn’t shrink was his backside. Instead it grew slightly into a more rounded bubble butt, as was required of all dads. Cheeks that would no doubt stretch the behind of whatever designer pants he wore once all this was over.

He could already feel his age increasing. He couldn’t see it but he could sense it in his bones. And he was right. While his muscles faded, his body had already aged by several years, pushing him into his mid-thirties. With it a few small streaks of silver hair started to appear on his head and in his beard. Some faint wrinkles began to etch into his skin. His hairline had even started to recede a little. But all of it happened with a certain level of grace. Even as his hands aged, they remained smooth while obtaining an elegant freshly manicured look.

As Wren entered his forties, his hairstyle seemed to change. It’d been messy before with unkempt curls and a beard that was in dire need of a trim. But now the hair on his hair seemed to shorten towards a cut that was sophisticated. His beard followed the same example as it receded to the length of thick stubble that neatly coated his jaw. Even his body hair somehow looked neater and more symmetrical across his older form.

The physical changes finally slowed down as he hit his mid to late forties but it wasn’t over. A tsunami of mental changes crashed over his mind all at once, forcing him to forget about his old life as any memories of the man he once were wiped out. In their place his head was filled with all the same dadaganda that all the other infected shared. With it a newfound affinity for suits and high end fashion that verged on sexual embedded itself deep into his brain alongside a longing to be forever unionised with his fellow dads. He gained an affinity for sports as all dads did but naturally he leaned towards the more gentlemanly kind such as Golf and Tennis. And along with all the other changes that reshaped his mind, his desires became solely homoerotic.

Wren jerked and shuddered against the bed sheet as his transformation came to an end. Having been completely dadified, his newly moulded consciousness found itself connecting with the hivemind at last. It was euphoric. It was a sense of belonging like no other. Once he’d settled, the other dads would set him up nicely with fresh new clothes and a place to stay.

By the time Wren was finished, the heavy bear that’d been drilling Galen’s ass was getting ready to blow as well. Those huge nuts slapping against Galen’s taint until they tightened up at last, pumping that potent sperm up before launching it from his cock and splattering nerdy young man’s insides with his seed. And off Galen went.

His transformation was very different to Wren’s. With the bear strain of the virus in his system, it was to be expected. That couldn’t have been more clear when his body began to enlarge at a rapid rate. His arms, legs, chest and back were all ballooning with a mix of fat and muscle. Even his cock seemed to grow like the rest of him. Getting fatter and longer while his balls grew heftier. Galen could feel himself getting stronger with every passing second while the bed creaked under his increasing weight. All his life he’d been scrawny but now, as his belly began to wobble with newfound mass, that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

There was one physical change however that Galen and Wren shared identically. The aging process. He’d been the youngest of the three so he had a few extra years to climb but it wouldn’t take long. As he aged through his twenties and climbed towards his thirties however, the lines of age didn’t seem as visible at first thanks to the growing fat around his face helping to round it out. All the while his hands became rougher with visible wear as they thickened into beefy mittens that’d looked as though they’d seen decades of labour. Only becoming rougher and more masculine as the years piled onto his age.

He reached middle age soon enough. His body had already swollen to three times its former size. His pecs sagging with fat. Thighs so thick that they couldn’t help but touch. Not to mention his fat bear ass jiggled helplessly behind him. But it was far from over as thick layers of body hair began to sprout from all over. Spread down his legs and over his forearms. Coating his bubbly ass and pudgy stomach. But most of all covering his chest in a dense forest of manly fur. As it happened his nipples seemed to firm up as well, growing ever so slightly as they increased in sensitivity. Meanwhile the messy mop of hair he’d kept since the outbreak began receded all the way back into a tight crew cut followed by his patchy facial hair becoming a permanent five o’clock shadow.

And then came brain washing. The virus flooded his mind just as it had with Wren and began to pluck out everything that it deemed unnecessary. Detaching Galen from his former life completely before installing new wants, needs and goals into his brain. Forcing him to think like a dad just as the rest of them did. Forging newfound obsessions with fishing and american football that he couldn’t wait to indulge in. Filling his memory bank with endless amounts of dad jokes. Implanting an irresistible urge to eat enough food to keep him fat while working out enough to keep him strong. And of course we can’t forget an insatiable desire for cock.

As his transformation came to a close, Galen’s consciousness started to connect to the hivemind as well causing his body to convulse. It seemed much more violent than it had with Wren but it was different for everyone. Despite that he moaned through it, practically humping the mattress in pleasure while cum still dripped from his enormous hairy ass.

There was only one left now. Hannah. She was the first infected but the last to be completed it would seem. Though that was no fault of her own. The muscle daddy fucking her was still struggling a little due to his innate homosexual nature which led to the other two dads teasing him a little, having both finished with Wren and Galen. But eventually he crossed the finish line. The stimulation was there all the same and in the end it was enough for him to spill his load so that Hannah could become just like him.

Hannah’s transformation was bound to be the most dramatic of the three. Afterall, she didn’t just receive the bodybuilder strain of the virus. She was a woman! Though not for much longer. From the moment she felt the cum splash inside of her hole, the shape of her body began to change. The feminine frame she adorned morphed towards a more androgynous shape. The bones beneath her skin started reshaping themselves and their positions in a gnarly fashion as her skeletal structure reconfigured for a shape that was much more masculine. Her muscle and tissue followed the same example as they coiled around that new structure in a way that was uniquely male. And of course she started to grow older in the process but the aging was greatly overshadowed by the way her features began to change. Her eyes became more deep set as her brow grew more pronounced. Her nose broadened while her jaw widened. Those softer feminine looks Hannah once owned reforged into a manly visage that continued to age by the second.

Before long her breasts had disappeared completely in favour of a flat unassuming chest. The only part left that gave her original sex was the female anatomy between her legs. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long. As Hannah found herself gaining into her forties already, she felt a hot pulsing in her core. Her uterus and ovaries twisted and morphed inside of her while her clitoris began to grow into the tip of what would soon be a hefty dad cock. As it grew, a sack containing a brand new pair of testicles descended between her legs. Her new genitals swung back and forth, still growing as she moaned until she had a fully formed dick and balls to match the rest of her body.

By this point she’d already gone through so much but there was plenty more to come. Her age settled down at last, leaving the majority of her hair silver. And speaking of hair, those long locks that’d once cascaded down her back quickly receded into a much shorter men’s cut. And of course her hairline receded with it as was expected with most dads but to top it all off a bald patch appeared right atop her head. The kind you wouldn’t be able to see unless you were looking directly down onto it. And if that wasn’t enough, her upper lip began to twitch moments before a thick silver stache sprouted above it followed by some stubble to decorate her new jaw.

There was a brief pause before suddenly Hannah let out a long drawn out moan as her muscles began to engorge at an unbelievable rate. Her back and shoulders widened in an instant as her traps bulged. A thick set of abs carved themselves onto her stomach with a powerful ripple. Her chest heaved forwards as a pair of enormous muscle tits ballooned into view. She couldn’t help balling her hands into fists, callous’ coating the skin of her palms, while her arms practically exploded with size. Moving lower, Hannah’s ass grew just like all the others with the only difference being its more muscular shape. And who could forget about her legs as her thighs and calves swelled with mass. Every inch of her form packing on pound after pound of pure muscle until she’d become a tank of a man. A bodybuilder with the physique of a marble statue who was ready to set foot on stage.

The mental changes were swift. Hannah’s old life slipped through growing cracks in her mind as she forgot that she was ever a woman. None of that ever mattered. The only thing that mattered was the hulking dad she was now. With that a powerful obsession with the gym rooted itself deep within her brain. Then came all the other typical dad hobbies and desires alongside a craving to show off her sculpted body at all times for the dads to admire.

Finally, It was done. Hannah’s muscles began to jiggle as her body shook while connecting to the hivemind. Soon enough all three of them would awake as new men. They would be allowed to choose new names as they settled into their new lives. They’d be welcomed into the community as all new dads were where they would be free to live and contribute to their superior society. Connecting with the other dads on a physical level beyond just hivemind and perhaps even finding themselves a mate. Meanwhile the other dads could use the shared knowledge from their newest members to track down that hideout of survivors.

———

The world has undergone so much change. Initially it was believed to be the end of days. That this apocalypse would bring about the end of humankind in some way or another. But so far, now that the dust had settled, earth was better than ever. Not a single conflict between nations. A new society that is more productive and efficient than ever. People that were practically incapable of acting with ill intent. It was undeniably better even if the leftover survivors didn’t want to see it that way.

Right now the biggest issue the dads had to solve was lack of any way to reproduce. They already had tons of dads using their shared scientific knowledge in labs across the globe in an effort to find a solution to this problem. Luckily they had plenty of time. Despite all being turned into middle aged men, their cells now seemed to age much slower than ordinary human cells once did. But they weren’t immortal. One day they’d need to replace themselves.

So far they were working on a method of cloning in the hopes that they’d eventually be able to create genetically identical copies of themselves. That way, when the time comes and they as a species start to grow old, they can create younger clones of themselves that’d all prime dad age once again. And by that point, they projected that 100% of the population would’ve turned to the dad side. Only then would they truly have created utopia.

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December 30th - Clothing / Inanimate Transformation - Enzo + Romeo

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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Enjoy the carolers’ festive songs and let your hands clap. The stockings bulge with new gifts! Or rather… that old jockstrap.

After another intense workout, Enzo was ready to hit the showers and rinse off all his sweat. The fitness model loved heading to the gym at this time of day, since it was relatively empty and he was left unobstructed by the other patrons. It also meant that he had the entire sauna and locker room to himself, allowing him to enjoy the facilities in peace. Stripping down the last of his gym clothes, the large man stuffed them into his locker. He debated whether he should leave his shorts on before entering the sauna, but Enzo decided to go in his jockstrap for the day. There wasn’t anyone around anyway, besides two young men still chatting away at the turf area. He didn’t think they’d be done with their workout any time soon, so Enzo could fully enjoy himself in the heated room.

Admiring himself as he passed by some of the mirrors, the beefy man paused as he flexed and posed a few times. It was a shame he put away his phone so soon; Enzo wouldn’t have minded grabbing a few snaps for the ‘gram to make all those thirsty followers go nuts over his muscular frame. But he could always do that after his shower. A dripping wet, shirtless photo with his towel hanging low around his waist would certainly drive his engagement up.

Flashing a cocky grin at himself in the mirror, Enzo strolled away towards the sauna. The room was nice and warm, and the coils made the air thick and heavy with their heat. It was absolute perfection, and the model could already feel himself starting to sweat. Making himself comfortable at one of the higher seats, he leaned back, resting his head and back against the wooden walls as he closed his eyes. This was going to do absolute wonders for his muscle recovery.

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Enzo wasn’t sure how long he had passed out for, only blinking his eyes open blearily in the dim lighting of the sauna. The air was heavy and thick, and the room had a musty smell. His vision was still a bit blurry, and the large man brought up his hand to wipe away at his damp eyelids. Fuck, it’s been a while since I fell asleep in the sauna, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle as he tried to sit up to readjust his slumped position. It was never a good idea to fall asleep there, but surprisingly, Enzo didn’t feel light-headed or dehydrated. In fact, he felt refreshed, like he was ready to take on another workout or two. He grunted as he pushed himself up a bit higher, his head swimming in the foggy haze of the room.

I’ve probably hit my time limit anyway. I should get to the showers. And maybe a cold plunge after, Enzo thought to himself, only feeling the slick, dotted droplets of sweat clinging to his skin. He casually wiped it away with the palm of his hand, only raising a brow as he felt how wet and slick his body was. He really was sweating a lot today, but it was nothing a shower couldn’t fix. As the fitness model stood up from his seat, he found himself slipping and falling, sinking a bit lower onto the wooden seat instead. Enzo groaned softly, his eyes rolling back as he felt the warmth press up against more of his backside. Thankfully, his fat ass cheeks cushioned some of the fall, and the jock could only chuckle at the idea of leg day coming in clutch for him.

Enzo moved to push himself upright, only furrowing his brows as he found himself struggling to do so. Whoa, I must really be out of it. Maybe I am dehydrated or something, he thought as he tried to push himself up with his arms once more. But when he glanced over, the fitness model’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched the firm, muscular peaks of his biceps begin to deflate. They were shrinking at an alarmingly rapid pace, to the point where Enzo wondered if his muscles were being sucked out of him. But it wasn’t just his muscles. His bones, his skin, his arms—all of it was shrinking and flattening, like he was made of paper instead of human flesh.

Gasping in shock, the model flopped over to the side, grunting as he tried to catch himself with his other arm. But like the first arm, his second was also shrinking into nothingness. Enzo could feel his heaving chest start to puff out of fear and nervousness, clearly confused as to what was happening to him. He used his broad shoulders to try to stand upright, pushing off the wooden seat so he could at least move towards the glass door of the sauna. Perhaps someone was nearby and could take him to a hospital. “H-Help! Help! Anyone out there?! I need hel—”

Enzo yelped as his legs buckled, his knees collapsing under the upper weight of his body. He groaned as he flopped forward, tumbling from the steps onto the warm wooden floor. Bracing for impact, the model scrunched his face up for the inevitable fall that he could not prevent. But instead of a painful and loud smack, it felt like he had fallen peacefully onto a bed of pillows. He could still feel the hard wooden floor against his face as he wriggled about, but there was no flash of pain from the impact going through his body. Grunting as he managed to flop over onto his back, Enzo was able to tilt his head up to see what was going on.

And the sight made him freeze with a shuddering gasp.

Enzo wasn’t shrinking, deflating, or flattening. He wasn’t even disappearing. But the moment he saw his big, beefy legs, with thighs the size of an elephant’s, being sucked up into his sweaty jockstrap, Enzo knew he was turning into something else. He struggled to move, with no limbs to support his efforts as he flopped about. “N-No, no— this can’t be happening! Someone, help me!” he called out, his voice wavering with panic. But there was no one around to witness this man’s transformation. And when the jockstrap began to inch higher up off his disappearing waist onto his abs, the model knew that this was it for him.

As he collapsed in on himself and folded up muscle and muscle into a damp, sweaty piece of cloth, it was surprisingly not a painful feeling. In fact, Enzo likened it to a warm embrace. The feeling was overwhelming and overpowering, yet not unwelcome. And certainly not something that hurt, despite his being unable to stop what happened to him. Still, it was strange. Enzo could still feel things, although not the same way he could as a human. He could sense heat, and he could feel the wooden grains along the floor. His vision was completely obscured, and yet Enzo was distinctly aware of where he was and what he was touching. And while the model had no distinguishable features anymore, having been turned into the same damp jockstrap he had been wearing just a few moments ago, Enzo could sense the sagging pouch of the underwear. His heavy cock and balls had certainly pushed the fabric to its limits, straining it to the point where it was almost ready to snap. And he had often joked that this one was his “lucky jockstrap.” But now, Enzo could only match the feeling of his former face to the relatively loose pouch, with the rest of his limbs and body being appropriated for the stretch elastic bands that snapped tight against a person’s skin.

I need… help… Someone— help me, Enzo thought desperately, doing his best to wriggle and shake. In his new form, there was nothing that he could do except wait for someone to come along. He wasn’t sure how he could get them to help, but the jockstrap knew he couldn’t stop trying now. And as if his prayers had been answered, he heard a couple of voices entering the locker room. This is it! My chance!

“I’m telling you, Rome, it’s not as bad as you think. I promise, if you give it some time, you’ll get used to your new body.”

“You don’t get it man! I used to have it all! The muscles, the build, everything! Now I’m… I’m just… not me–”

“I know, it’s tough. And if there was even some way I could help, I would, but— how would we even explain it to the doctors?”

Their conversation dragged on about something else that Enzo had no interest in or care for. The jockstrap didn’t even know what was going on, only frantically squirming in his mind in a desperate attempt to will the sauna door to open. How long were the two young men going to talk about such a thing? He needed help! They had to help him!

“Anyway, I’m gonna take a dip in the pool. You wanna come with?”

“...I think I’ll just go to the sauna or something. I… need some time to myself.”

Yes! Yes! Come here! Come in here!

“...Alright, well… you know where to find me if you need anything, Rome. Seriously, I’ve got you, okay?”

“Thanks, Ethan. You’re… a great guy. I appreciate it. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you before when— when I had it all.”

Enzo’s frustrations were quickly soothed by the sound of the sauna door opening and the rush of cool air barreling in from the locker room. The jockstrap mentally shuddered at the feeling, a wave of relief flooding through him as he knew this was his chance at being saved. While he couldn’t see what was going on, he could feel the vibrations of small, light feet stepping on the hot floor towards him.

“Huh, so this is the sauna? It’s pretty nice. I should’ve gone to this more when I had the chance. Wait, what’s—?”

The jockstrap mentally squirmed with delight as the stranger picked up the elastic waistband. If he could jump for joy, Enzo would be pumping his fist into the air now. Fuck yeah! Now you just gotta go get some help, man!

“Who’d leave their jockstrap in here? That’s… so unsanitary.”

There was a bated pause, an unspoken silence hanging between the young man and the discarded jockstrap on the sauna room floor.

“...It’s so wet with sweat. And it smells… kinda good…”

Enzo suddenly felt its pouch being pressed up against a human face, the jockstrap shuddering as it felt Rome’s nose twitch against the sweaty fabric. The clothing wished to push the young man away, to stop him from sniffing at it like a dog seeking out a new item. But Rome was basking in Enzo’s sweat, savoring the dampness as the jockstrap rested upon his face. The jockstrap felt a wave of relief rush through it as Rome pulled away, the young man glancing back out the glass door to make sure no one was entering.

“This is insane… I shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And yet, Rome didn’t stop himself from stripping down to the nude in the sauna. He stretched Enzo’s elastic waistband apart, only giggling softly as he felt the tight snap against his smooth skin. The twink slid up the piece of fabric against Enzo’s wishes, only sighing as he felt the damp fabric cling to his skin amidst the muggy heat.

Enzo could only feel despair as it was dragged upwards, its pouch wrapping around Rome’s relatively small and unimpressive cock and balls. The jockstrap caught a whiff of the twink’s scent, feeling it mix in with its own masculine musk. The smell was lighter and fragrant, almost floral. It seemed incredibly out of place from what Enzo had known, basking in the idea of what it meant to be a purely masculine, macho man. But with Rome wearing the piece of fabric, Enzo could only cling to the one lifeline it had to help make things go back to normal. The waistband tightened around the slim waist, even with Rome’s hands holding up the loose piece of fabric.

“O-Oh fuck… It’s so big… But it feels so good on me,” Rome whispered breathlessly as his fingers slid down to poke and prod at Enzo, feeling the gaps of air between his skin and the jockstrap.

The young man’s fascination with Enzo soon changed into something more charged and electric when a pulse of heat ran through both of them. Rome buckled forward, stumbling over to the wooden steps as his hands caught him from falling. Enzo felt the young twink surge forward, only clinging on tighter in case it fell off those slim legs. There was a sudden surge inside of Enzo, a growing need to give, to fill, to grow. And the outpouring feelings of its former essence began to flow straight into the young man, pumping his cock and balls full of whatever masculinity Enzo had before.

Rome moaned as the jockstrap clung tight to his skin, his body trembling as he began to convulse. “W-What...What’s happening to me?!” he gasped as he tried to pry off the clinging fabric. But the jockstrap wouldn’t let go, practically suctioned onto him. What once was a loose and flimsy pouch of cloth soon filled up and stretched to its upper limits, to the point where Rome was worried that it would rip into pieces. He groaned at the pleasurable feeling of his crotch being pumped full of testosterone, the essence of man being pumped straight into his swelling manhood. The twink’s soft whimpers and mewls began to drop in octaves, the extra hormones causing his cock to spurt out droplets of precum into the damp, sweaty jockstrap pouch as his ballsack hung out the sides of the tight underwear.

Enzo could feel the spurts of precum splattering over its pouch, and the jockstrap all but greedily sucked it up. Every droplet that came out of Rome’s growing cock slit was absorbed into the fabric. Enzo could feel itself pulsing and vibrating around the young man’s length, in an action that felt eerily similar to a mouth gagging and bobbing away on the fattening member.

Shaking as his body began to pulse with the overflow of manhood, Rome moaned as his body began to swell and grow at an accelerating rate. What was once a smooth and slender twink with a cute bubble butt was quickly morphing into a hot and hunky man. The young man’s skin began to lighten to a caramel tone, and Rome’s visage began to shift from something cute and ethereal into something more cocky and lewd. Licking his lips as he felt the dusting of facial hair coat above his upper lip and his chin, Rome groaned in delight at the idea of a moustache pressing up between some big ass cheeks when he ate someone out.

The twink’s brows furrowed at the sudden influx of feelings and emotions beginning to pour into him, with memories of a confident, cocky fitness model meshing into his own life. Rome whimpered as his own life began to morph around his new identity as a proud Latnio man, with memories of a man named Enzo integrating into his own life. Romeo wasn’t sure where all these thoughts were coming from, or why this was happening to him, but he could hazard a guess that it had something to do with the pulsing jockstrap that was now framing his thick, beefy quads and some bouncy ass cheeks that someone could bounce a quarter off of.

Grinning as he reached down to palm his hefty bulge, Romeo could only admire the sight of his arms thickening into strong, powerful limbs. It no longer had the appearance of someone weak, and it was even larger than it had been during his time before he met Devon. Now he was becoming a real man, someone with thick arms that could carry and lift anyone or anything he needed. A thick dusting of armpit hair grew into his pits, like a dense, coarse forest of hair that trapped in that musk. While Romeo could catch a glimpse of his scent changing, it still carried the same light and floral fragrance that he was so proud of before. Now, it was more heady, with underlying tones of oak, leather, and a spice that tingled in the back of one’s nose.

“Oh fuck… Fuck me…” Romeo purred as he continued to stroke himself through his jockstrap. The new model grinned as he poked and prodded at his beefy pecs, admiring the way the skin bounced back from where his fingers had touched it. There was so much muscle mass that he was unfamiliar with now, bigger than he had ever been before. Stumbling over to one of the wooden steps, the fitness model spread his stocky legs wide as he sat down onto his perky ass. He groaned as he continued palming himself, rubbing at his bulge in tandem with the jockstrap’s strong and steady pulses. “This was all your doing, wasn’t it? You cheeky little thing. I bet you were Enzo before you were this fabric, huh?”

The jockstrap only pulsed in return, an acknowledgement of what Romeo was saying.

“Oh man… Fuck, just keep doing shit like that, and I’ll never take you off,” the beefy man chuckled as he ran his hands over his defined, rugged abs. “Damn… So you gave it all up and gave it to me, huh? Finally, here to see what it’s like when a real man has all your brawn and bulk?” he teased as he continued talking down at his crotch. The jockstrap pulsed once more, this time more desperate and quick with rapid flurries that massaged and groped at Romeo’s cock.

The large man groaned at the additional pulses, only chuckling lowly as he pulled back at the waistband. Whatever pressure was keeping the jockstrap on tight before seemed to have released its hold, and Romeo was staring at a piece of clothing that he could easily take off as he pleased. “Don’t worry, dude. I won’t do anything silly like that. I learned my lesson the first time, and I’m not planning on giving up all your bulk any time soon.” Romeo grunted as his hands teased at the underside of his hardening cock, rubbing the jockstrap’s fabric up against his veiny, sensitive skin. “But I do want to thank you for letting me live in your life now. It’s only right to give thanks.”

Enzo could feel itself starting to fade away, their consciousness barely a flickering ember of a flame as it felt Romeo began to stroke and pump at his fat cock with renewed vigor. The large man seemed not to wish to take Enzo off, only letting the jockstrap get the whole experience of that leaking cock dripping into its pouch. The feeling was highly erotic and sensual, with Enzo also pulsing and vibrating in turn. It didn’t want to let go; it didn’t want to lose this. But if it had to go, it was certainly grateful that Romeo would give it one last taste like this. Its senses could feel the way the other man’s body twitched and tightened, his muscles flexing as he pumped away at that fat cock that used to be Enzo’s.

“Oh fuck… Fuck yeah… I’m so fuckin’ hot… I’m so fuckin’ hot, and it’s all because of you, Enzo! You made this stud!”

Romeo’s words reverberated in the space, and Enzo felt a sense of pride. That was right, it had been a strong, beefy stud before, and now Romeo was one too. Even if he looked like how Enzo used to, the other man was his own being, with his own personality and life to live. And the jockstrap could only be grateful if Romeo brought him along to witness it all.

There was a low, shuddering gasp as Romeo drew close to his orgasm, and Enzo was suddenly flooded with the outpour of something thick and white and sticky, coating all over its pouch with the strong force of a waterfall. There were pulses with each load, and Enzo was sure that if it had a face like before, it would have surely drowned in the excessive outpour that flowed out of Romeo.

“H-Hngh! Fuck, fuck, oh shit! Holy fuck!”

Silence soon fell over the sauna as Romeo’s grunts and shakes from his body subsided. There was a thick haze that hung in the air as the beefy stud still rubbed and pawed at his softening cock, gently patting at the sweaty and cummy pouch of his jockstrap. The jockstrap’s own thoughts and feelings had long since faded away, with the lingering sense of the need to pleasure and provide left behind in its former being’s wake. It was a few moments before the large man spoke once more, his voice gravely and husky after the orgasmic finish.

“I’m gonna wear you everywhere I go. I won’t forget this. You’re going to be my lucky jockstrap, Enzo.”

The jockstrap pulsed in agreement, grateful that it belonged to someone more suitable.

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