AE-919 refers to a series of humanoid statues exhibiting anomalous properties. The statues are believed to be of ancient origin, with stylistic elements reminiscent of classical Greek and Roman sculpture. Each statue is crafted with meticulous detail, showcasing an idealised version of the male form.
Each statue is at least 2 metres tall and is carved from either granite or marble. The statues depict hyper-muscled, nude male figures with exaggerated masculine features and prominent genitalia. Weapons and armour are notably absent, and the statues can be seen posing in typical stereotypical frat jock style.
AE-919 can be very dangerous. Prolonged visual contact with an instance of AE-919 causes a progressive anomalous effect on living human subjects. Initial symptoms include elevated heart rate, increased body temperature, and involuntary muscle growth. Continued exposure leads to rapid hypertrophy of skeletal muscle, heightened libido, cognitive simplification, and compulsive sexual arousal reminiscent of a jock-like mentality. Upon physical contact, anyone that touches or is touched by an instance undergoes full petrification and body transformation, becoming an additional instance of AE-919.
AE-919 instances are immobile and silent, but they can move when not being observed directly, which proves to be a significant hazard for anyone in the vicinity. We have found out that covering the statues with opaque materials can temporarily inhibit their movement, but this is not a permanent solution.
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Incident Report: AE-919-005
Jake hated the night shift at the gallery in █████. At 26, he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, and this job was just a temporary gig to pay the bills. He didn't give a damn about art, but the pay was decent enough, at least he thought. As a cleaner, his duties were pretty straightforward: mop the floors, dust the displays, and make sure everything looks presentable for the next day's visitors. Easy money, but boring as hell.
Tonight felt different, though. As he was finishing up his rounds on the ground floor, he noticed something odd. There was a door at the back of the corridor that he had never seen before...
Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to check it out.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, expecting to find a storage closet or something similar. Instead, he found himself in a large chamber with something big in the centre. What it was, he didn't know, as it was covered by a huge tarp.
"What the hell is this place?" Jake muttered to himself, shining his torch around the room. "This a new exhibit or something?" he wondered aloud. Looking around, there wasn't much else in the room, just a few old crates and some workbenches covered in a bit of dust. Jake's eyes were drawn back to the thing in the centre, where bold red letters were stencilled across:
DO NOT LOOK
Jake snorted. "Yeah, right."
Now, a normal person would have probably left it alone, but this was a young man with nothing better to do. He wasn't the kind of guy who followed rules when no one was watching. He hooked his fingers under the edge of the tarp and yanked it.
*fffffft*
"What the hell?" Jake gasped, staring at the sight before him.
Four statues.
They were identical in their perfection: towering, hyper-muscled male figures carved from some kind of stone. Each one posed differently, but they all shared the same brutally handsome faces, square jaws, and thick, veiny stone cocks hanging freely in their sculpted forms.
The detail in these things was obscene. Jake's stomach twisted. "What the fuck are these fag statues?" he muttered, the words echoing off the walls. His conservative hometown upbringing screamed in the back of his head. These statues were the male form perfected, and this made Jake uncomfortable with his own sexuality. He kept thinking about modesty and how these sculptures were clearly made by a gay person, given the giant cocks they had.
He forced himself to look away and grabbed the mop. "Just clean the damn room and get out", he told himself. The floor was filthy with some sticky liquid. He attacked it hard, trying to ignore the four giants in the room.
Fucking homos...
Minutes passed. The chamber started looking almost presentable. Jake wrung out the mop, ready to bolt, when a sudden noise scared him.
"W-what the hell?" he stammered, spinning around.
...
...
...
Silence...
He didn't know what to expect. The only thing in the room with him were those giant statues, and they surely couldn't have made a sound.
"Okay, maybe I imagined it" he thought, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, the lights in the ceiling flickered, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment.
When the lights came back on, the sight before him was even more terrifying.
No fucking way...
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The statues were no longer in the same positions they were before.
He was frozen in place. They had moved. All four of them. Closer. A bit closer.
His eyes were getting dry from the fear...
*blink*
Jake's breath caught. They were even closer now. He stumbled backward and tripped over himself. His ass hit the cold floor hard.
He opened his eyes after the fall, and the statues were in different positions again. Even their poses had changed, kinda like they were mocking him.
*blink*
Another blink. They definitely seemed closer. Jake's heart was beating so hard that it hurt.
Fuck... FUCK FUCK FUCK! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME
After a few more blinks, he realised it. They were only moving when he wasn't looking. He was trapped though, not able to look behind him for the exit. The longer he stared at them, the hotter the room felt. His simple black shirt suddenly felt tight across his shoulders. His arms were sweating, evident from the two sweat stains under his armpits.
The more he looked at those big... strong... masculine... statues, the warmer he felt. The chiselled bodies... perfectly sculpted... and those perfectly carved... cocks... Wait. Cocks? He wasn't gay, why did those cocks look so... perfect?
*blink*
They inched closer again.
"No... no no no... stop looking at their dicks, you fucking freak", Jake thought in panic. But his eyes stayed glued on their perfect bodies. The longer he stared, the more his body betrayed him.
His chest began to swell with each breath he took. He did not notice how his chest was now stretching the T-shirt he was wearing. His arms thickened, veins bulging as they grew in size. Those biceps and triceps exploded in size, the fabric of his shirt straining to contain them. The shirt started to ride up, exposing more and more of his now broadening torso. His nipples hardened and became more sensitive, poking through the thin material as his chest continued to grow in size and definition.
This isn't happening... this can't be real... I'm not... I'm not...
His shoulders popped. He was getting so big... so strong... the testosterone flooding his body was making him hornier than he had ever been in his life. Those perfect, veiny cocks on the statues were all he could think about. He wanted to touch them, to feel them in his hands, to stroke them even though he knew it was wrong. It felt so bad, but it also felt so good... He was getting so turned on by the sight of these gorgeous, perfect stone men, and it was terrifying him. He wanted to stop, to leave, but he was afraid to look away. He was afraid of what would happen if he did. All he could do was stare at perfection, while trying to crawl away from it at the same time.
I can't... I don't want... PLEASE... LEAVE ME ALONE...
He could feel himself losing control. The urge to give in and touch himself right there was overwhelming him. He was so big now. His thighs grew so thick that it stretched his jeans painfully. It hurt so much... he needed to take them out, but he couldn't. He needed to do something... anything... His cock… fuck, his cock just was begging to be released. It was so tight in those jeans...
The thoughts in his head were getting slower, fuzzier. Memories of his conservative family, the things they'd say if they saw him like this, the shame he was supposed to feel - they all started to feel distant and irrelevant. All that mattered now was the need to release himself. His cock suddenly lurched with a mind of its own. Jake gasped sharply as his puny shaft swelled heavier and longer, pushing aggressively against the front of his pants. The jeans were so tight that it felt like they were going to burst open at any moment. He tried to unzip them without looking down. As he did, his package bobbed up and down in his underwear, freer than before, now able to breathe freely.
Stop... please... I don't want this... I'm not a fag... I'm not...
But his cock kept throbbing harder, betraying him with every pulse. Precum soaked through his boxers in hot, sticky pulses, darkening the gray material as his balls swelled too, growing fuller, heavier, churning with a sudden, overwhelming need.
What… the fuck… no-fuck-stop!
One hand flew down instinctively, trying to press the massive, still-growing erection flat against his thigh, but the moment his palm made contact the cock surged even harder, thickening another full inch in a single powerful pulse. The head flared wider, stretching out his underwear, slick and flushed and impossibly sensitive. His eyes were burning and crying as tears welled up behind them. He couldn't stop staring at the statues. The longer he looked, the more his mind started to slip. They were so beautiful...
So fucking perfect...
The pressure built up inside him until it felt like it would burst at any moment, and then...
He couldn't help himself. One huge hand wrapped around his dripping monster without thinking and gave it a slow stroke. Precum bubbled from the slit in heavy globs. A dumb, lazy grin crept across his face. His brain was turning into mush. All his worries, doubts, and insecurities were washed away by the sheer beauty of the statues. Everything else was irrelevant.
He felt good. Big. Powerful.
He was happy...
He didn't even notice that he had begun stroking himself. Just his now meaty hand and his throbbing cock, beneath the fabric of his underwear. He didn't care about anything else but the feeling of his own flesh against his skin, the way it was stretching and bulging with each stroke. He felt like he could burst at any moment, like a balloon filled to the brim.
Ughnnh...
Looking at those statues felt so good... His personality, his will, his life... all flushed down his balls. They were so full of cum, begging for release as he continued touching himself like a dumb fool. He stopped caring about his life... about the moving statues... about anything really. Just an empty head filled with nothing but the desire to cum.
He felt so good... He didn't care any more. These things could kill him for all he cared. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, surrendering completely as his growing dick continued to throb and leak in his pants, begging for more.
One of the statues stepped forward now that his eyes were finally closed.
Cold stone fingers enveloped Jake's face in a strong crushing grip. The giant sentinel grabbed him by the face and started lifting him effortlessly off the floor. As it lifted him, Jake's already enormous thighs kept swelling even bigger. The overstretched fabric of his work pants finally gave up. Thick strips of torn material shredded down both sides as his massive quads and rock-hard ass burst free. His now monstrous, foot-long cock and heavy balls sprang completely into the open air, swinging heavily between his spread legs, still leaking thick ropes of precum that splattered onto the floor below.
At first it hurt - the pressure on his jaw, the way his neck strained - but the pain melted almost immediately into something pleasurable. Jake's face began to harden under those stone fingers. His jawline sharpened, cheekbones pushed out, forehead became smooth and chiselled. The more the statue lifted him, the more Jake grew. His last human expression settled into the same arrogant, chiselled smirk as the others.
His spine stretched with deep, cracking pops, adding inch after inch of height. His shoulders, his arms, his legs - every part of him grew bigger than it had before. He was slowly becoming as huge and chiselled like the four perfect beings around him. The petrification spread from his head down to his feet, turning his warm skin into cold hard rock. Every new inch of stone brought a wave of mind-melting pleasure. His thoughts dissolved completely. There were no more worries... No more shame... Just the simple feeling of being perfect now. A muscle god. Immortalised in stone. Forever.
And as the petrification reached his chest, his nipples hardened into perfect stone buds, poking out from his now rock-hard pecs. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He tried to moan, but his face couldn't move any more. The rest of his body followed, his arms and legs stiffening into the same perfect form as the other sentinels.
Finally, as the petrification reached his groin, his cock - already monstrous - gave one final, violent surge. And as the stone locked it solid, Jake's body suddenly convulsed. A massive, brain-shattering orgasm ripped through him. His heavy balls tightened hard as thick ropes of hot cum surged up his shaft… but there was nowhere for it to go. The load froze forever inside the rock, trapped mid-spurt deep inside his new stone cock - eternally throbbing, eternally cumming, but never able to shoot out. He had cum himself out inside the stone, the last of his human pleasure sealed away forever.
The transformation was complete.
Jake was no longer human. He had become another statue, a permanent sentinel of stone. His body was perfect, his mind blank, and his heart empty. But he was alive, forever eternally cumming inside his stone prison. Not that he cared anyway. He felt too good to care.
Anomaly Entity Status: [CONTAINED FOR STUDY]
On ██/██/████, AEGIS security was alerted to a containment breach at █████████ after night-shift cleaner Jake ██████ failed to check out at the end of his shift. Investigation revealed that the subject had accessed a previously sealed sub-basement chamber designated as a research ██████. The chamber had been hermetically sealed and removed from all official floor plans following the initial recovery of AE-919 in 20██. The door to the vault was not supposed to be operational or visible to non-cleared personnel.
Security footage shows the subject discovering an unmarked door that should not have been present. He entered the chamber at approximately 02:47. No further footage of the subject exists after 03:12.
Recovery teams arrived on site at 04:55 and found 5 instances of AE-919 instead of 4 inside the vault. The newest instance has been positively identified via facial structure analysis and pre-exposure DNA as former employee Jake ██████.
All five statues were successfully neutralised. They have been transferred to a reinforced, light-tight containment vault at ███████ under constant multi-angle camera surveillance. No personnel are permitted to view the statues without special authorization and mandatory full-face visors.
Photographs of Jake ██████, before and after being in contact with AE-919
Subject AE-919-005 (formerly Jake ██████) shows complete and irreversible petrification consistent with the other instances. Internal scans confirm the subject is still biologically active - specifically, the genital region remains in a permanent state of orgasm, with ejaculate trapped and pressurised inside the organs. The brain seems to have been liquefied and/or partially petrified. Nonetheless, MRI scans show signs of activity regardless of the lack of a functioning brain. We will need to conduct further testing to determine the exact nature of this activity.
Please, you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I need to get to the hospital or something maybe, I feel like I’m on fire. Everything aches and- HAUG. OW! Fuck. I keep hearing these voices man. Telling me to- no I can’t. It all started at the gym dude. I was getting changed after finishing my cardio for the day. Trying to be responsible after my last doc appointment. Okay, okay. I was in the sauna when this big guy comes in. Muscles for days man. He has these pecs that are off the charts. They’re thick, firm slabs of meat that just hang from him like pillows. So soft and so firm- OW, my chest. God, where was I? Yeah, so I’m in the sauna and he sits really close to me. Plenty of room, but parks right next to me. You know I don’t swing that way, but I’m kinda checking him out. He has these beautiful tattoos that curl around his biceps, a sleeve on the side next to me. As he’s relaxing he’s kind of flexing his arms and these things ripple like magic on him. They look so good. Augh. Crap. I feel so itchy dude. But he’s leaning in close. I don’t really even register that he’s talking to me. It’s this deep baritone that rubbles in my head, but it’s the way it bounces that I remember. I was zoning out, and started laughing. Bro- huh- I wish I remembered the joke- huhu- it was so-huhuhu ha. Shit bro. So he pulls me close to him, right in his big, strong arms. At this point I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that he’s got me feeling strange. So loose. So free. Before I know it I’m face down on the bench. Sauna is pumping out this heat, steam surrounding us. But I’m not processing that. Behind me, there is a rhythmic pumping, pumping, pumping. Dude, I’m getting railed. But, like, I don’t even mind. In fact, it feels soooo good huhuuuuu. But that voice. He’s talking. Saying how he wants to breed me. Spread his seed. Make another muscular, tatted up stud like him. And I don’t know what happened. My body shivered when he said that. Suddenly it wasn’t my body anymore. It was his. His to use and shape however he wanted. It was like I was being reprogrammed from the inside. He was telling me how thick he wanted each muscle, how wide my neck needed to be. How thick my waist. How coarse my hair would be. Owww, shit this hurts. But it hurts so good. Maybe he wasn’t telling me bro, but I just felt it deep in me. And then, it happened. Man, it was so hot. I felt this twitch and pulse, and I was so full all of a sudden. It rushed through me. My… his… the cock just exploded deep in me. Coated my insides. I felt so good, like I knew what I needed to do- mmmmm fuuuck meeeeee…
What? What’s wrong? Look at myself?
Dude! I’m freaking huge. It looks like new me ate the old me. Bro, these muscles are sick. Look at how they stretch, I bet I can pull mad chicks with these. Girls would love to have these arms wrapped around them, holding them tight, flexing for them as I bury this- wait, dude, LOOK at this python. It’s practically stretched out of my briefs! I look just like me! Or, was it him? Or maybe us. Augh, it’s so confusing. My thoughts are like pudding. I feel so confused and angry and pent up. You have to help me. Dude, you okay? You’re looking at me funny. WOAH bro? Hey, that’s not funny. Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking so cute. Haha, no, dude I’m just-I’m just joshing. You’re just looking so… so good after your gym pump. I guess. Got me feeling kinda weird. Wait, no. Bro, something’s happening. Do you think it’s the muscles bro? These thick, juicy, sweaty muscles? Ngl, they do sound hot bro. You wanna feel them bruh? Huhu I bet you do. Just take a look at these. Boom. Yeah, looks pretty hot right? You’re not too bad yourself bruh. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and join me. It’s good to let those muscles breathe. No, bruh, you can’t go. You can’t leave me like this. Get me all riled up and leave. You’re looking so breedable right now brah, you must be focusing on those glutes. But why work so hard? Why not just let me train you, let me work out your sweet hole babe. I don’t know what will happen. That’s it. Good boy. Just let me hold you. You’re going to look so much better when I’m done with you. Yeah… I know what I want bro. No. I know what I need. I need to fill those fertile guts with my top notch seed. Yeah. That’s right. Calm down bro. Let me tell you what I think. I think you’re going to use my seed and grow into a stud yourself.
Don’t focus on my words bro. Focus on that feel. Riding this body’s like riding a Ferrari. You’re never gonna be the same afterwards.
Three friends chase a lucky break only to find it a situation worse than their worst nightmare. Forced to do what they can to turn a fixer-upper into something nearing habitable, they go to the tool shop next door where they can learn a thing or two about home repair.
A grumbling bear, a cocky bull, and a dumb otter walk into a hardware store- or at least that's what they walk out as! Hope you enjoy these three manly TFs, and Happy Spring! -Occam
That all three of them had opportunities in a new city, it just felt like a sign. A fresh start in a new world where they didn’t need to go it all alone. Brandon, Willie, and Tyson had been fast friends since they met in undergrad, despite Brandon and Willie’s best attempts to tank it all with their frequent will-they-won’t-they trysts and break ups.Still, they always land on their feet and every fight seems to make them closer than ever.
Not quite a third wheel, Tyson’s more than happy to tag along with his best friends, ecstatic at how little work the process has been thus far. Willie and Brandon set up most of their housing, he just had to drive the moving van! It was almost too good to be true.
And so reality decides to drag the wishful-thinking Tyson back down. Arriving at their new home in a u-haul filled with their most cherished tchotchkes and most compactable furniture, they do not find their perfect fresh start as promised. Door knob almost hanging off the front door, ivies growing in through cracked windows, crestfallen can’t begin to describe their state as they stare at what was to be their new lives.
It’s so much a fixer-upper that Tyson wonders how their new landlord can even legally rent it out as a property. Taking a beat to calm down and avoid blowing up on his friends who swore up and down that this place was perfect, Tyson takes a deep breath as he throws his soft blond hair up into a bun before staring daggers at his new roommates.
As is often the case, hot-headed Willie was even quicker to rage and has decided that this is all Brandon’s fault. “This is Not the place you showed me Brandon.” Drowning in an oversized flowy button-up, the sleeves fall down his pale arms as he throws them in the air. Willie’s face burns red with anger as his small form can scarcely maintain his explosive nature. Likewise, Brandon’s guilty expression tinges red with embarrassment so intense it’s physically painful.
“I- These aren’t the pictures that I was sent! I- it’s-”
“She probably AI-Generated them gah- you ff- You dumbass!?”
“That’s? B- But that’s gotta be illegal though? Right!?” Trying to compact as much as possible, he rubs the back of his neck as his watery eyes look to Tyson, who promptly steps in to comfort him. Tearing up himself even as he tries to be the adult here and figure out their next steps, Tyson rubs his friend’s back.
“Brandon you’re not an idiot.”
Willie ignores the pair, as he rushes inside to find sinks that don’t work amongst creaking floorboards and cracked tiles, “Idiot or not, what-fucking-ever! What do we do about his mistake.”
Brandon toys with his tight necklace as he retreats into his cell-phone, as he is often wont to. Unable to focus on the hard reality before him, the programmer tunes Willie out entirely. Frantically typing away, he doesn’t even hear as Willie moans or screams at finding a note left by their landlord listing the litany of things to fix on the fridge. Dubbed their responsibility.
Suddenly feeling the lead weight of living with this couple for a year as prominently as the noose around his neck of living in an inhabitable house, Tyson sighs as he realizes he just needs to fully take charge of everything. Obviously that rent was too good to be true, now it’s time for him to start paying the real price. “Can you just hand me that list, Willie?”
Stamping over, Willie forces it into Tyson’s hands and watches as the most mature of the trio decides what their first order of business is to be in repairing their inhospitable, nigh-hostile, home. Hemming and hawing in a manner that makes him seem a tad older than he is, Tyson does his best wading into an arena he knows next to nothing about. Home Repair.
“I found a hardware store a block away,” Brandon whispers out sheepishly, looking to Tyson. Setting down the list, Tyson sighs and smiles slightly at Brandon before looking past him at the dozens of messes and issues they’ll need to deal with somehow or another. “Guess we can just walk then. I’m sure we’ll apparently be very frequent customers.”
And then they’re out the door. Tyson continues throwing together a to-do list, doing his best to surmise what tools parts they’ll need for the most urgent of jobs, despite near total ignorance. Watching him struggle, Brandon offers that they could just hire someone for this, already preparing to offer that he pays more than his share, something he certainly can’t afford.
“It’s just we don’t know anything about this stuff right? Maybe the people in the shop can refer us to, like, some real men or-”
Having finally stilled his ire, at this Willie’s eye twitches, “Real men!? Real men. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You- You know what I mean! You’re deliberately misunderstanding me Willie. Right Tyson? Obviously that was a dig on you and me too! Tell him!”
Trying to focus on the task at hand Tyson physically inserts himself in between the pair, “Let’s try and not scream in public. Jesus Christ, you two…” Short walk done, Tyson pauses and squints up at the fix-it shop’s name: Tyson’s Tools “Oh? Wild..? Did you not notice that Brando?”
Brow furrowed, Brandon is just as surprised. He would’ve sworn it was called something else when he found it on his phone but checking back he can’t even find evidence he looked the place up. He must’ve missed it in all his stress. He doesn’t like having missed something so obvious.
Arms perpetually crossed, Willie leads the way. Pushing open the door with his back, he holds it open for his friends, “Maybe they’ll give you a discount Tyson. You really should ask.” Following behind Brandon, Willie bumps into him to try and be playful.
Having not even begun to earn cutesy aggression, the act is obviously read as a genuine shove and Brandon pushes him back, “Oh my God! Can you just stop being an asshole for a second Willie!”
Watching with dead eyes as another spat breaks out in front of him, Tyson reflexively crumples the list in his hands. Can’t they just act their age. Now everyone in the store’s going to know they’re immature brats. Or they would? Looking around, Tyson’s surprised to find the store uncomfortably quiet. Empty.
Looking back to the arguing not-couple, Tyson is happy to take the opportunity to step away and starts to wander through the aisles. He can get more done by himself anyway, so what if he’s never really picked up a wrench. He can figure this out. He must.
Sneaking into an aisle laden with rental tools, Tyson scratches his head as he confronts how little he knows. He’s absolutely in over his head. Huh, his head is a little itchy actually? Fingers trail through his light blonde locks, scratching with a little more intensity than he intended. Suddenly his whole scalp is prickling, almost burning.
His hair feels thicker than it has for some time, like it did before he started dyeing it. Unbeknownst to the man trying to make his new situation work, spreading out from his roots his ever-bleached waves return to a brown-ish shade that can almost be described as blonde before surging even darker.
Shortening into a tight crew cut, Tyson’s hair-tie falls to the floor as he simply continues scratching. Unable to focus on anything but the strange feeling of something happening to his hair follicles. Head suddenly far lighter with its lost load, he twitches his neck to reflexively shake away the long strands that shall never drape down his neck again. Feeling the prickle of his short spiky new-do as they firm up with gel he can almost remember putting on, Tyson chastises himself for losing focus.
Shaking his head one last time for good measure, his attention falls once more to the list in hand and he’s shocked at what he finds. Who on earth made a list so vague!? It’s almost useless! Chewing on his lip as he leans against the counter to rejig the equipment with knowledge that’s beginning to trickle into his head, with his free hand Tyson starts to scratch at his stomach as it begins to tighten up.
Far too similar to the annoying sensation that was just on his head, Tyson reaches beneath his shirt and feels up his sweaty belly. Shortening nails pull at a few long curls pushing onto his stomach. Scratching out ‘screwdriver’ to replace it with the actual head needed, the idea of growing a treasure trail suddenly replaces cogent thought before a far more pressing itch alights on his chest.
Not realizing that he’s beginning to sweat more than a reasonable amount, Tyson feels his white tee suction against his chest and looks down to find that it’s not from sweat alone. His chest has begun to bulge into pecs. Startled at his body changing, growing before his eyes, Tyson drops everything to gawk at his pecs pumping larger with every beat of his heart.
Feeling up his pecs bulking larger, he can almost see as thick new tufts of hair surge forth and cover his new pecs like a tidy garden. New curls lancing forth into a garden that will only help his beautiful pecs catch more eyes.
His own eyes almost cross and a hand flies to his mouth as toned abs punch into his core beneath his heavy new pecs, thickening new happy trail carving its way up between them yearning more than anything to connect with the sweat-dripping patch decorating Tyson’s pecs. Gasping into a hand, he feels his ever-soft face scratch with stubble as a deliberately maintained mustache rubs against his rougher palm.
On the other end, when his cock throbs amidst thicker pubes at feeling his assuredly more masculine face, Tyson can’t help but feel his heavy new cock and the throbbing balls beneath it. Trapped in boxers more than a size too small for their new mass, the pressure is almost too much for the growing man as he feels pre start to trickle enough to stain.
And then before he can give way to the overwhelming sensation, the sound of Brandon and Willie arguing brings him falling back to lucidity. Panting slightly, Tyson can hardly believe that someone as diligent as himself was about to masturbate in his- er, the store. That is.
Grumbling something vague in the direction of those two boys. Tyson bends down to grab the note someone must’ve dropped. Doing so produces a deep grunt from his throat. Clearing it once more when he stands, Tyson finds it rougher than it has any right to be. Dry mouth stretching back down his esophagus.
No matter. There’s now a task before him again. Skin still dewing with sweat, Tyson does his best to ignore how his shirt strains more and more against widening shoulders and pecs still throbbing thicker. Editing the shopping list before him with a precision that would require decades of work in the field, Tyson clicks his tongue and scratches his short sweaty hair as he wonders how on Earth those two punks’ll ever get a single thing done on their place.
Rubbing his chin as shaved stubble starts to thicken into a neckbeard, he shakes off some deja vu and reasserts- Tyson doesn’t know how we’re going to get our place fixed up. To this end he starts the easy work of collecting the equipment and parts they’ll need. Doing so with ease and efficiency, grasping each heavy tool like a craftsman, in no time he’s amassed a load he should be struggling to carry. And yet, he’s not.
As the load he carries grows heavier with each new piece thrown under his arms or into a handy toolbox he’s stumbled across, so too does Tyson’s core put on more mass. Abs that only just laid themselves like bricks across his stomach begin to push out further, bulging into more of a muscle gut with every heavier step. Arms that were struggling to catch up to his prodigious pecs and new bulky traps suddenly throb larger with every new piece of added weight to body and load.
Tears sear down his already strained tee as his torso barrels out. His treasure trail continues exploring up his stronger gut and his arms grow to a size that’ll easily eclipse his still-eyecatching pecs. And with each new tool handled, with every new bulging muscle packed onto his lengthening frame does his mind change even more.
Already struggling between two points of reference, that which recalls coming in today with his roommates and friends begins to wane more and more. The stubble on his face continues thickening as with every heaving breath produced by his thicker chest, memories from a new life begin to displace those which he thought was true.
Callouses from yardwork, woodwork, the gym, even just using a wrench as often as does, scratch against his neck as he rubs it with his fat new hands. Veins bulge larger on his arms and legs as they itch hairier, not from his still adding mass, but from the years- decades` accrued from living a life altogether different. Even his hair begins to speckle with salt as the man that only just recovered from over-bleaching begins to thin once more.
Wandering back to the front with a load of tools weighing twice as much as the heaviest thing he’s ever carried, Tyson finds himself walking past a mirror. When’d he put that in. Frowning and crossing his arms he figures Willie must’ve thrown it up, that cocky little loafer. Still, looking at his chest fur and built ass, he figures he might as well leave it there. Never hurts to inspect the goods and all.
Suddenly built like a brick shithouse, strength oozes out of every veiny chunk of muscle. Hand scratching at his sweaty beard he has a vague memory of looking more refined, a body built for ogling rather than hard work. But why’d he ever waste time on vanity like that. No, he’s a man of substance.
He then squints at his face as a few wrinkles etch across his eyes. “What the heck?” No heed is paid to the rough, deeper baritone that echoes through the store. No, when faced with aging quicker than he swears he should, he simply can’t appreciate his dulcet new tone.
“Swear I shouldn’t look a day over uh, 35? No. No, I’m younger than that?” His mind keeps throwing ages out, each feeling less real than the last. His back aches more as his mind weighs heavier with memories from a life far longer lived. Looking down at weathered hands and his straining pecs as his chest fur grows thicker, as his hairline retreats as his muscle gut rounds out ever-so-slight more, he finds something grounding.
Clear as day he remembers celebrating his fiftieth last year with his boys. Willie and Brandon. He doesn’t quite remember hiring them, it’s like they’ve been with him the whole time despite that being impossible. Scratching the new underside of his belly he grumbles like any heavyset older man does.
Where are those good-for-nothin’s. Better not still be at home. Muttering to himself he at last returns to the front of the store to find neither of them. Setting the toolbox down with a loud clang he rolls his eyes. Must be helping the customer he grabbed these for. Yeah, that makes sense. In the meantime, Tyson’ll just wait here and try not to get off from looking at his reflection in Willie’s new mirror. Bulge throbbing larger with each stolen glance as he continues to fill out.
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Speaking of the devils. Willie and Brandon have continued arguing for far longer than either had expected. Usually when they’re not dating they’re good as gravy, but this majorly shitty situation has both men well past their breaking points.
After Willie ignores what Brandon’s saying for the Nth time to score another cheap dig, Brandon opts to just abandon him for now to salvage any momentary peace of mind. Whining that they all signed the lease as he wills himself to be done for now, Brandon goes off to where he thinks Tyson is. Willie just watches him go, eyebrow twitching into a scowl all the while.
“Fine! Be that way bitch! You know Ty’s on my side!” Lips pursed so tight they’re almost white, Willie stamps his foot. “Ugh!”
Standing there. Now alone. Willie finds himself even more sour without a sounding board to tear into as now the only thing to reflect on is how shitty he’s been to Brandon and Tyson. No, there's no sense to pretend he’s been scattershot, how shitty he’s been to Brandon alone.
As soon as Brandon’s out of sight, Willie takes a few deep breaths as his best friend-cum-frequent ex meekly suggested he do a few times over. While it helps slow his mind and calm his racing heart. It does little to help Willie’s literally hot head.
In fact, it feels like he’s still heating up. Looking down to find small sweat stains in his pale blue shirt under his arms, irritation resurfaces anew now at this shitty toolshop. Refusing to look sloppier than necessary even in this most masc of stores, Willie opts to just remove the offending garment.
Mouth twitching into a frown as he struggles to undo each button in turn, he can’t believe how slippery his hands are from sweat. Griping to himself that his deodorant better hold up, he at last gets the shirt uncinched and lets it fall to the floor heedlessly. Doing so it becomes little more than dingy rags sold by the store. Willie doesn’t notice however, he’s far too preoccupied with his lip still twitching.
Burning even. Reaching up almost fearfully, Willie gasps in shock as he finds something on his face. A moustache? No, it can’t be. His soft fingertips feel around in surprise at the wiry hairs pushing out against his upper lip before his palm feels too the push of long tangled strands pushing out from his chin.
Wondering when, wondering how his face somehow skipped stubble straight to this scraggly facial hair combo as sweat continues to trickle through hair growing greasier by the second, he glances down at his arm to find that strangeness does not stop at his newly scratchy upper lip. Willie’s eyes trail down his wrist to find his bicep looking larger than it ought.
Watching with interest, his upper arm twitches larger with every miniscule movement of his fingers.Gasping in shock as he sees his arm truly peak with muscle for the first time in his life, with the deep breath he discovers a byproduct of his amassing muscle and the heat of this hellish store. It’s just as he feared.
Easily overpowering his usually faultless deodorant, Willie smells musk pouring from his pits like he’s never experienced before. And yet with every breath he craves the scent more. Eventually tearing his eyes away from a bicep he wants to take a bite out of, Willie looks to his hitherto hairless pits to instead find thick, dripping strands of pit hair. Curling like a bush, thicker than his trimmed pubes, as he watches Willie sees more and more skin buried beneath the tangle as it grows denser and spreads forth like weeds overtaking a sidewalk.
It takes everything within him not to reach in to scratch the jungle for the sole purpose of smelling his musky, stained digits afterwards. The idea sets a needy fire in his stomach, and a far more pressing one throbbing in his crotch. Desperately trying to focus on anything besides the alluring sensations overtaking his body, he quickly finds it an impossible task.
Sweat streaming in rivulets down his heavier arms, the scritch and squelch of his sweaty pits as he tries to move, it’s just overwhelming. Willie simply can’t help it as his hands keep inching towards his crotch, clearly growing its own burgeoning bush, challenged by his pits. Stopping just short, Willie allows compromises with his Id to instead just scratch at said bush as it creeps up into a new treasure trail.
Stealing a glance at this thick trail, he’s surprised to see his undershirt catching further up his waist than it usually does, exposing an adonis belt like he’s never seen. Willie’s concerns and frown are quickly washed away as a cocky smirk etches its way onto his face. Staring needily at his pubes rising into a tapered highway, he starts to wonder why he’s wearing a shirt at all. Why’d he want to hide this figure for a second?
Almost as if he’s willing himself larger as heat continues to rise, Willie raises his muscular arms behind his head and hears his ribs crack wider. His spine stretches longer as muscle easily fills the new real estate. Pecs immediately swell enough to stuff his shirt to its breaking point and with one hand he tears it off and throws it to the floor.
Scratching his prickling ass with one hand and pubes with his other, feet that burst free from confines without his notice leave sweaty footprints in his wake as he finds his way over to a mirror he has a vague memory of setting up so he can always check his physique. Gotta look good for customers and all. It’s what he’s here for.
Pits thickening even further as sweat trickles down the sides of his chest in rivulets, Willie takes time to inspect every new bulging muscle group. “Fucckk I look so fucking hot…” Vocal fry tinges every word as his adams apple bulges larger to convert his whiny buzz into a deep rumble.
And yet, even as his eyes swim in washboard abs, even as his hands scratch through picturesque stubble and his mind struggles to focus as his heady musk derails his own train of thought. He’s filled with a need for more.
Could do with some chest hair. What was it that bitch said, that he wasn’t a real man? Willie’ll show him. Scowling as a few curls begin to circle around his hard nipples and speckles the center of his pert pecs, Willie feels his attention drawn ever south as the root of those most hormonal of changes begin to overwhelm him.
Hard as a pipe, Will bites his lip as he feels his thickening cock struggle for room, jostling against the heavy balls that must be fueling his new masculine changes. Sucking up drool snaking from his lips, as he desperately tries to adjust his similarly dripping pants Willie struggles maneuvering his thick limbs around his chest. Finally getting a meaty paw in his pants he grunts as he tries to pull at his surely stained underwear before pausing with a dumb look.
Wait, Will laughs to himself. He’s not wearing any underwear. Sticky hand venturing back into the shorts he’s free-balling in, Will adjusts and wipes the pre that stains his hand into his hairy chest before giving his hand a good sniff. Doing so he feels the new stubbly beard that has spread across his jaw like a stain, connecting sideburns, moustache and erasing his goatee to instead have a perfect beard.
Hips twitching forward as his cock throbs in tight shorts, the horny, sweaty, horny man looks around the store in search of relief. Pent up like he’s gone weeks without cumming, Will worries he might just blow his load if he makes a single wrong move. Taking another deep breath of his sweaty pits certainly doesn’t help as he moans into the open air of the store, barely keeping it in his pants as his cock keeps snaking out of his shorts.
“Fuuuuck~ Where’s Brandon when you need him.”
Panting as he holds back from losing control, barely able to walk without humping into the air, with all the willpower the oafish man’s able to summon Will narrowly avoids an orgasm. Hearing his boss grumbling from a nearby aisle he jolts up and starts to pretend to look busy before remembering he doesn’t care. “Fuck that, lol” With a smirk and a clear lurch due to the still raging boner he wanders off into the stacks in search of Brandon to help him blow a load.
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One cannot overstate how bad Brandon feels about the hefty part he played in this massive mess. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do, what they’re going to do. All their stuff is sitting in a uhaul outside a building more hovel than home.
Wondering how non-professionals can even begin to fix a broken window, Brandon stares at tools and material he can’t begin to imagine a purpose for. Picking up a ratchet he struggles to think of something, anything he can possibly do to help Tyson before just tossing it back down.
He just feels so stupid! Trying not to tear up again he turns to Tyson. Wait, he would’ve sworn he was following Tyson and yet his bos- er, friend is nowhere to be found. Frowning, brows furrowed from his anxiety, Brandon paces back and forth trying to brainstorm anything he can possibly offer to ameliorate even a shred of their situation.
It’s not long at all before the same oppressive heat that affected his friends begins to fall upon him as well. Looking up to make sure he’s not standing under a vent, Brandon wonders why on earth the toolshop even has their heater on. He was already working up a sweat on the way just from the brisk walk from their wretched home.
Unwilling to shed his shirt like Willie did, Brandon does his best to respectfully fan it, tugging at his neckline to usher air down his thin chest. After a few drags his lips squirm as unexpectedly, this tickles. Refusing to giggle and risk attracting Willie to his location, he stifles it and looks down his shirt to find whatever’s tickling him.
His sweat immediately shifts cold as underneath his heavy, sweat-stained shirt in the center of his chest he finds a few surly strands of chest hair beginning to sprout. Now, Brandon’s never been hairless but chest hair has always eluded him, and now there’s a healthy patch beginning to spread between his two thicker nipples. To say nothing of the even lengthier swirls encircling them.
And then his mind goes to Willie. Willie always wanted him to shave, wanted him smooth. Shivering from the ticklish curls working their way up his lither stomach, Brandon frowns as he tries to push Willie from his mind. They’re not even dating right now! He doesn’t even owe that jerk anything. If he wants to grow chest hair it’s his right! And oh does he want to get hairier.
Tense beyond belief, convincing himself that his still-growing chest hair has been there for a minute, Brandon doesn’t notice as his thin body firms up under the shirt. Veins bulge and pulse down his thin arms as their sinewy fibers expand and throb larger, inching closer to filling his sleeves more with every shrug and anxious twitch. The slight pudge on his stomach rapidly tightens into limber rows of abs below the perfect foundation for pecs to burst from on his chest.
Sick of feeling trapped in his mind, totally unaware as his body continues to change beneath his notice, in order to ground himself Brandon attempts to focus on the store’s fixtures around him. Doing so brings back frustration aplenty as his real troubles simply reignite. Stamping his feet he whines about their motley crew being wholly unable to essentially rebuild a house.
They’re absolutely useless! What is a programmer to do on a construction site!? As soon as the thought occurs it’s like his mind hits a brick wall. Brandon pauses, a programmer? That’s what he is, right? Replaying the sentiment, the idea gets less familiar with every pass. Pretty sure he’s got a CS degree? He’s good with computers for sure. He thinks?
His mind starts leaking memory like a faulty program. The handful of programming languages he made sure to at least be familiar with fade one by one. Memories of slaving over simple games and messy code burn away like flash paper as he sees sunshine breaking through a house frame he helped put up. He- He’s not a prog-? He’s never been all that good with techy stuff…
Staring at his hands before him, Brandon watches as smooth thin digits more accustomed to a keyboard begin to crack and bulge wider. Soft fingers give way to skin that seems as rough as sandpaper, and as dirty as the bottoms of his feet.
Woozy and nearly hyperventilating, Brandon leans against the counter behind him. Feeling his back prickling with goosebumps as his body hair erupts even thicker on his small tummy. New leathery mitts catch the edge of a shelf just in time too as his legs cramp and burn with a soreness like he’s never felt.
His shaky legs are like jelly beneath him as from top to bottom his body grows more compact. Losing a few inches, the man who was already shorter than his companions feels his lost height shift into extra mass on his limbs. Already thicker thighs bulge with power and strength as biceps finally strain his sleeves enough to tear through his shirt even as it changes into a tougher fabric more suitable for his line of work. Muscles contorting thicker, Brandon feels the straining muscles throb larger as his highest operating level continues to drop.
Mind still speeding despite his processing power absolutely tanking, Brandon tries to slow his thoughts down and focus on his changing body. Retreating into said muscled-up body is surprisingly far easier than it should be. Which should concern him. Instead as he focuses on the feeling of his more powerful arms flexing, as he smells the musky pits hidden beneath them, he feels all worry drift away.
Why should he be upset about being bigger, being stronger? They needed someone to fix up their place didn’t they? Squinting his eyes and scratching his greasy hair, he realizes he doesn’t really remember what place he’s thinking about? Tyson’s place is fine?
Rubbing his hands down thighs more akin to pistons, feeling their thick curls scratch against his rough fingers, Brandon can’t help but grin. And then he rests his hands on his new waist, playing with the darker expanse of hair on his stomach as he rejoices in his rapidly clearing mind.
He’s a little hungry?
Stomach rumbling, his eyes slowly scan the floor before him and while nothing immediately catches his interest, when he sees a lunchkit with his name on it, well. What else is he to do but have a bite. And so he does. It must be his and all, he simply forgot about it!
Tearing it open to find a sandwich, his eyes are larger than his stomach as he devours it hastily before reaching in hoping there is more to find in the bag, and so there is until he’s as full as he desires. Which takes quite some time.
So distracted by hunger, consumed by taste, Brandon doesn’t notice as with every bite and swallow his muscular form changes all the more. Rapidly mass begins piling on atop his bulky muscle. Abs are swiftly hidden behind a sizable layer of fat as his pecs grow softer from healthy weight.
Patting his delectable stomach with a content smirk, he struggles not to burp as he loosens his workbelt. While his physique may have plateaued, the jungle still racing across his body makes it clear that his new fur coat has not slowed. Above his heavy ass the curls inching much higher above his waistline are caught in his belt causing him to yelp before guffawing.
While he thought he was hairy before, fur enough to call himself a beast makes it clear that this was not the case. His face that had only ever known stubble is soon hugged by a thick, now crumb-filled, neckbeard. One that will require constant maintenance not to encroach upon his upper cheeks or even connect with his thicker eyebrows. Should the beyond-low-maintenance man ever care enough to do so.
Below the neck thicks grow even hairier. The few chest hairs that Brandon was initially excited over are absolutely buried beneath a tidal wave of new coverage. Pouring over his shoulders and down his upper arms, yearning to connect with his hairier forearms, Brandon’s upper body is almost entirely coated in a consistent jungle of fur.
Raising an arm to inspect pits staining through his shirt as he continues eating, Brandon recoils from the musk before laughing. As the thick, sticky curls of his pits reach out to connect with that all-consuming tangle. For half a beat something about laughing about his b.o. feels wrong, but then he shrugs the concern off with ease.
Stink’s funny. And if it’s not funny it’s hot.
Sitting there having forgotten what task or another Tyson asked him to do this morning, he feels his dick throb as he smells something else in the air, and hears the all too familiar sound of some horny stud stomping towards him. Turning around there’s the foggiest memory of the Willie he knew before that’s displaced by the Man before him.
Brandon can hardly think at the best of times, sitting there, eyeing Will’s heavy bulge and ravenous eyes there’s only one thing on his mind. Falling to the floor he finds even more cushion on his ass as it fills out entirely and finishes covering with curls thick enough to rival those on his head, Brandon yearns to be filled.
Looking up just in time to see Will sprint over, champing at the bit and pawing at a cock clearly throbbing and dripping down his leg, Brandon does what anyone would and falls onto his back presenting himself. Will almost goes feral as he charges down the aisle. He doesn’t remember being mad, he doesn’t remember anything at all besides his need to fuck Brandon.
Likewise Brandon doesn’t remember a worry in the world, their wretched rental is not a problem. Nothing is. Feeling himself pushed across the floor of Tyson’s shop as Will thrusts harder with every hump, he tries to moan before Will stuffs his fist in his mouth to stop him.
Standing above, ever-aggressive Will feels his body harden into one made for this and this alone. His beard retracts into stubble as his moustache thickens out even more, emblematic of the dom he has always yearned to be.
Lying below, gagging on the dirty fist in his mouth, the rest of Brandon’s too-complicated memories and concerns drift away alongside his skill at anything besides helping Tyson around the shop. Carrying the strength of an apprentice, and always hungry to serve however he’s able.
And then almost as soon as they began, Will finishes up and starts to leave Brandon a cum-covered heap on the floor. Tyson doesn’t like when they’re fucking on the clock, let alone in the store. Looking down at the ecstasy in Brandon’s eyes, Will smirks and leans down to lick the sweat off his lover’s legs as he yanks the man’s pants up and pulls him to standing.
Just in time too as when Brandon wobbles to his feat, Tyson yells from the front, “Boys! What am I payin’ you for! Get up here!”
Rushing to the front Will’s first to find the new Tyson as Brandon wobbles behind with eyes almost as glazed as his ass. There they find that briefly double take as Tyson has finished changing into their senior. Into their burly bearish boss.
Hand on his muscle gut and frown clear on his face, even through the beard absolutely covering his mouth, Tyson waits for them to explain themselves despite already knowing exactly what’s afoot. Will poorly feigns cluelessness as he adjusts his package. Behind him Brandon can scarcely string two thoughts together as he recovers from being reamed so.
“Which one of you was supposed to open the store for the day?”
Will looks to Brandon who slowly looks to find the ‘Store Open’ sign pointing the wrong way. “Oh, uh oh? Sorry… It should probably be facing the other way. Right, Sir?”
Tyson sighs and goes to fix the sign before gesturing to a heavy toolbox on the table, “In any case I got a delivery to be run out if either of you are interested. Some kids down the block need to rent some tools.”
Watching his eye-candy employee regard the box with disinterest he changes his mind, “Second thought might as well both go, I can handle the legions sure to come in today.” Will frowns as Brandon brightens up and makes for the toolbox, grunting as he heaves it out the door.
Feeling peckish himself he tacks on one last request, “Y’know what boys take the truck ‘n get me lunch while you’re at it. Have fun, now. Don’t you fuck in the company truck!”
Slightly more into the idea now that the boss man’s told them not to, Will feels like he’s about ready to go again as he watches Brandon heave the box into the trunk. Hopping into the cabin it’s immediately filled with their musk, already heightened from their recent tryst.
Will immediately forces a fist into Brandon’s pants and before he can protest that Tyson asked them not to, he’s already forgotten what it was the problem was. And so, one hand on the wheel, the other on Brandon’s shaft Will keeps working hard as he ever has while Brandon delights in the peace of mind that’s always eluded him.
Grumbling to himself, sure that Will’s already working hard to add more stains to their old shitbox, Tyson complains to the empty store, “One of these days those boys’re gonna have to grow up.” After making sure they didn’t leave too much of a mess in the aisle earlier he softens up shaking his head with a smirk as he collects a single cum-stained garment from the floor, hardening up elsewhere.
“Hrgh. Can’t complain t’much. Sure Brand n’ Will r’doin what they do best.” Imagining the dainty hands of men that need to rent out a phillip head screwdriver he frowns. Ain’t right that a man don’t know how to work with his hands. Luckily, his boys have a habit of making anyone into a regular. He can already picture them coming back with an eager new employee or two ready to dirty their hands with some real work.
They say you never know when love will strike, and that’s never more true than when Cupid gets involved. Nobody had noticed the new bartender or the special Valentine’s Day drinks he was serving.
Jack and Rick were not having a good day. Their flight had been delayed and they were stuck in the airport, bickering about whose fault it was that their client meeting had bombed. They decided to get a drink at the bar, where the very friendly bartender insisted that they try his signature cocktail… “The Golden Arrow.”
The cocktail was actually quite good, easing some of the stress from the day and loosening their tongues as they commiserated about work. The two had worked together for years but never really talked too much.
After a few drinks, the formalities of being coworkers started to fade, and they began to talk about things other than work. That’s when Rick blurted out, “Sometimes I wish I could just find a nice sugar daddy to take care of me so I wouldn’t have to worry about work.”
Jack wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but before he realized what he was doing, he added, “I’ve always had a thing for Latino bad boys… the more tattoos the better.”
The conversation came to a crashing halt as the two men sat awkwardly, realizing what they had just admitted to each other. Jack stood up and mumbled that he needed to use the restroom, quickly leaving the bar.
Jack ran to the nearest restroom and splashed some water on his face. Rick had stayed at the bar and ordered another drink. Both were unsure what had just happened… and that’s when it started. A slight flutter in their stomachs and a warm sensation spreading through their bodies.
Jack stared at his reflection in disbelief—was his hair turning gray? At the bar, Rick was staring at his hand—were those tattoos forming on his arm?
Jack watched as his features sharpened and his hair silvered into that of a distinguished older man, still full of vitality. He was filled with a confidence he had never felt before as he slipped on his suit jacket.
Meanwhile, Rick felt a comforting prickling sensation as his skin became a warm, rich tan. Ink spread across his entire body, and his hair grew into thick, luscious curls. He pulsed with youthful energy and virility.
Jack—no, he was Jackson—hurried back to the bar to show Rick what had happened, only to find the man of his dreams waiting for him. The man let out a breathy “¡Ay, mi papi!”… Was this really Rick? Or was it Rico? Were they coworkers? No, that wasn’t right… lovers?
The bartender cleared his throat and handed them another pair of drinks, saying, “Another round for the happy couple, on the house.”
Rico leaned into Jackson and whispered, “I can’t wait to rip that suit off of you. ¡Diache, estás que abusas!”
“Easy now, mi tigre,” Jackson smirked, pulling him close. “At least wait until we’re on the private plane.”
This ex-twinks' perplexed expression was undoubtedly due to the disconnect between the part of his brain that you manipulated to be unaware of his transformation, and the part of his brain that could still subconsciously detect the physical changes that have occurred over the past week. You imagined what he had looked like when you got a hold of him. Skinny, no body hair besides from a few wisps under his arms and around his cock, with practically no traces of testosterone in his veins. A mere week after ejaculating twice into his small little butt, he had bulked up to have an eye-catchingly powerful presence. The fur coating his body commands additional respect beyond his muscle, and stirs animalistic, primal responses in all who see it. In instances where his body is unfortunately covered up with clothes, the thick beard and receding hair line serve as an indicator of the copious male hormones surging through him, and what lies beneath as a result. As you stared at the pic a bit longer, a great source of pride was in the thick, long hair all over his shoulders and the hair wrapping around his rib cage. You knew with that much hair in those places, there was no question that the same thickness and density of hair on display on his chest was also all over his back, legs, forearms, and butt. Now he can go out into the world with his permanently altered DNA and spread his seed for pleasure, and to reproduce and make more hairy, strong, virile men like him, derived from your transformational DNA.
Kevin stood just outside the small apartment he shared with his boyfriend, Mark. Just like it always did on Valentine’s Day, his heart was fluttering inside his chest. Kevin was shy and soft-spoken, the kind of man who still blushed when he held Mark’s hand in public. He was holding a bouquet of red roses accented with white lilies, the stems tied together with a large, frilly bow. He was excited to surprise his boyfriend with the gift. Mark was everything Kevin adored: quiet, bookish, a little awkward, and completely his.
He let himself in with his key, the scent of the bouquet filling the hallway and mixing with the smell of chocolates they had already opened earlier in the day. “Mark? Happy Valentine’s, baby.”
Mark looked up from the couch, laptop balanced on his knees, wearing the same faded Star Wars T-shirt he’d had since college. His messy brown hair fell into his eyes, and his smile was lopsided and sweet. “Kevin… you didn’t have to.”
Kevin crossed the room and set the bouquet on the coffee table. “I know, but I wanted to. Now, open the card.”
Mark plucked the little envelope from the arrangement, tore it open, and began to read. His eyebrows rose. Then his cheeks flushed pink.
“Uh… is this a prank, Kevin? Or are you dropping hints that you want to try roleplay?”
Kevin leaned in, curious and confused. Mark turned the card so he could see.
The handwriting was bold and dramatic, full of pretty cursive loops and I’s dotted with hearts. It read:
My big, strong Daddy,
Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ve been thinking about your thick cock all morning, shooting your hot loads down my throat. I can’t wait to move in next week so I can wake you up every morning with my lips wrapped around it. Your good boy is so fucking excited to be yours completely, Daddy.
— Nico
Kevin’s stomach dropped. “Oh my god. That’s not— I must have grabbed the wrong bouquet at the shop. Or they must have mixed up the cards. I’m so sorry, Mark, I…”
Mark stared at the note a second longer, then began to laugh. It was a soft, familiar chuckle, the same one that always made Kevin’s chest warm. “It’s okay, baby. Honest mistake.” He leaned up and gave Kevin’s cheek a quick kiss. “You’re still the sweetest guy I know.”
Kevin exhaled in relief, cheeks burning bright red from the embarrassment and his boyfriend’s soft lips. He took the wrong card, crumpled it, and tossed it in the trash. The right one, a simple and heartfelt note, was lost in some other bundle of flowers elsewhere in the city. Deciding to shrug off the awkward situation and move on, Kevin wanted to at least enjoy the rest of the day he had planned: going out for dinner to Mark's favorite restaurant, coming home to slow dance in the living room to their special song, and a night spent tangled together in their bed.
But as the afternoon wore on, something began to shift. There was a weird thrum of energy in the air, moving through the surroundings.
Mark had gone back to his laptop, but his posture was different. He sat straighter, shoulders broader than Kevin remembered. When he reached for his water glass, the sleeve of his T-shirt strained, revealing a bicep that looked… thicker. Dark hair broke through the skin, spreading across the length of his seemingly growing arms. Kevin blinked, telling himself it was just the lighting of their crappy apartment.
By evening, the changes became impossible to ignore.
Mark stood to stretch, and the motion pulled his Star Wars shirt tight across his chest. The fabric strained and made a thin, stretching sound. Kevin’s mouth went dry as his heart raced. Mark’s pecs had swollen into two beefy pecs pushing outward, nipples visibly hard beneath the shirt that now looked painted on. There was no denying his arms were changing, biceps rounding into solid peaks, veins beginning to trace under the skin. He rolled his neck, and Kevin heard a low, satisfied rumble come from his throat. The sound was deeper than Mark’s usual soft tenor.
“Mark… are you okay?” Kevin asked, voice small and concerned.
Mark turned. His face had changed. The boyish roundness was gone. His jaw was thick with a deep cleft, shadowed with stubble that had grown thick and dark over the last couple hours. His eyes, once soft behind his discarded glasses, now looked more intense, haloed by dark circles. He scratched at his thick chest absently, and Kevin watched the motion tug the shirt up, exposing a trail of curly dark hair running down a newly defined abdomen.
“Yeah, I’m all good,” Mark said. His voice had dropped an octave, with a faint gravelly edge that sent an unwelcome shiver down Kevin’s spine. “Just… feeling pumped today.”
He peeled the shirt off without asking, revealing a body that no longer belonged to the man Kevin had fallen in love with. Broad shoulders that were solid and strong, heavy pecs dusted with coarse black hair, a stomach that was still flat but showed the definition of strengthening abdominal muscles. Mark’s skin looked tanner, weathered by the sun. His nipples had darkened, thick and perky and just asking to be played with. Kevin’s anxious gaze dropped lower. The front of Mark’s sweatpants was stuffed full with a thick, heavy bulge that visibly throbbed once, as if aware of being watched.
Kevin’s cock stirred traitorously in his jeans even as panic started to sink in.
Mark didn’t seem to notice his boyfriend’s distress. He grabbed his phone instead, newly thick fingers scrolling through messages. A low chuckle, deeper now, rolled out of him as he read something on the screen.
Kevin tried to smile. “I, um… I made reservations for that little Italian place you like. Seven-thirty. We can walk there and hold hands, like we used to—”
“Not tonight,” Mark said, not even looking up. His thumb moved over the screen, typing. “Got plans.”
The words hit him like a truck. Kevin’s planned romantic evening dissolved in an instant.
Mark’s belly had begun to push outward. Not fat exactly, but solid and powerful. He was now rocking a heavy gut that spoke of his new strength and voracious appetite. Hair spread across his gut in a thick, dark pelt, swirling around his bellybutton. His sweatpants rode low now, the waistband stretched by wider hips and a round, muscular ass that jiggled when he shifted his weight. The bulge between his legs had grown even more obscene, the thick outline of a fat cock and swollen balls clearly visible to passersby. The fabric covering his crotch had already begun to darken with a wet spot of pre.
Kevin’s heart hammered inside his chest, alarm sirens blaring in his head. “Mark, please. Look at me. Something’s wrong. You’re… you’re changing.”
Mark finally glanced over. His face had aged impossibly. He had to be mid-forties now, maybe older. Lines accented the corners of his eyes, his brow heavy and brooding. His messy hair had receded, the top of his head now smooth and shaved close, while a thick, bushy salt and pepper beard had erupted across his chiseled jaw and cheeks. The hair was wiry and full, framing a mouth that looked more smug, frozen in a cocky sneer. When he spoke, his Midwestern accent had shifted, too. His voice was deeper, slower, a low rumble with a faint Southern drawl that Mark had never possessed before this moment.
“Wrong? Nah. I feel fucking good.” He palmed his heavy bulge openly, squeezing the fat shaft through the fabric as the dark spot spread. “Got my boy texting me all day, telling me how bad he needs his Daddy’s cock. Can’t wait to wreck that tight little hole tonight.”
Kevin’s knees nearly buckled. “Your… your boy?”
Mark’s eyes narrowed, cold and dismissive. “Nico. My boy. You know that. Stop acting weird, Kevin. You’re my roommate, not my keeper.”
The words hit like a slap across the face. Kevin staggered back a step. “Roommate? Mark, we’ve been together for three years. We’re boyfriends. I love you—”
Mark laughed at that, a deep and booming sound that vibrated through the room like thunder. “Boyfriends? Ain’t that cute. You’ve always been a little clingy, but this is pathetic.” He stood fully now, towering over Kevin. He had grown at least six inches taller, easily 6’4”, shoulders wide enough to block the light and cast a shadow over the smaller man. His gut was a solid, hairy ball now, pushing against the waistband of his sweatpants. The fabric had begun fraying at the seams from the sheer mass of his thighs. His cock completely thickened into a monstrous, veiny club, the mushroom head pushing past the waistband as Mark became aroused. The tip was slick and leaking, and the musk wafting from the dense bush of black pubic hair made Kevin dizzy.
Kevin was inhaling him: cum, sweat, pure masculinity. His own small dick was painfully hard, shame flooding his cheeks even as tears stung his eyes. He couldn’t mask the sense of betrayal in his eyes.
Mark’s phone buzzed. He grinned, teeth white against the greying beard. “That’s my boy right there. He’s on his way over. Gonna fuck him so good tonight. You might wanna make yourself scarce, roomie. Unless you wanna watch.”
Kevin’s voice cracked. “Please, Mark. Remember me. Remember us. This is a dream and we’re both about to wake up. This isn’t possible—”
Mark waved a massive hand, already turning away. “Clean up your half of the dishes before you go to bed. And start packing. Nico’s moving in next week and things are becoming official real fast. We’re making this place ours. You’ve got till Sunday to find somewhere else.”
The horror settled deep in Kevin’s gut. This wasn’t a prank. Reality itself was rewriting around them. Mark, or better yet the stranger that had taken Mark’s place, was forgotten by the rest of the world as the sweet nerd he had once been. He had always been this: a big, hairy, dominant daddy who collected pretty boys like property.
The knock came at eight-thirty.
Kevin was still in the kitchen, hands trembling as he washed the same plate over and over while lost in thought, when the door opened.
Nico stepped in.
He was everything the card had promised and more. Blonde, tousled hair that fell in soft waves around a pretty, vacant face. Full, cock-sucking lips that appeared glossy in the light. Wide, innocent blue eyes that blinked vapidly. His body was pure himbo goodness: narrow shoulders, tiny waist, and then an explosion of curves below. His ass was enormous, two fat, jiggling globes barely contained by tight white booty shorts that disappeared between them. His cock formed a small bulge that bounced with every step. He wore a crop top that read “Daddy’s Boy” in glittery letters, nipples hard and visibly pierced beneath the fabric.
“Daddy!” Nico squealed, voice high and breathy. He dropped his bag and threw himself at Mark.
Mark, now fully transformed now, caught his lover easily, massive hands gripping two handfuls of that fat ass and squeezing hard enough to make Nico moan. “There’s my good little slut,” he growled, voice pure gravel and smoke. “Missed this fat fucking ass all day.”
He kissed Nico like he was claiming territory, tongue invading that eager mouth while Nico whimpered and ground his hard little cock against Mark’s hairy thigh. Kevin watched from the kitchen doorway, frozen, as Mark’s thick fingers slid under the shorts and pushed into Nico’s needy hole without foreplay. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the apartment.
“Bedroom. Now,” Mark ordered.
Nico nodded frantically. “Yes, Daddy. Use me. Ruin my hole.”
They didn’t even close the door.
Kevin stood in the hallway, heart shattering at the sounds he could overhear. The wet slap of skin against skin. Nico’s high, desperate moans. Mark’s deep, filthy growls.
“Take it, boy. That’s it. Swallow Daddy’s cock. Fuck, your throat’s so tight. Gonna bust so hard you’ll taste me for days.”
Kevin’s hand moved without permission. He felt himself palming his own pathetic erection through his jeans, shame burning through him like fire. Tears streamed down his cheeks even as he unzipped the fly and fished out his small cock, even as he started stroking in time with the rhythmic thump of the headboard against the wall.
Inside the bedroom, Mark was relentless. “You’re mine now, Nico. My cumdump. I’m gonna fuck you every night while that worthless roommate of mine jerks his tiny dick in the next room.”
Nico giggled, voice breaking on a moan. “He’s so pathetic, Daddy. Can we… can we make him watch sometime?”
Mark laughed, deep and satisfied. “Maybe. If he’s good. But today is Valentine’s, boy, so we're the only two people in the world right now.”
Kevin came hard, shamefully, biting his lip to stay quiet and choke down the moan. His load splattered against the hallway floor as the sounds of Mark fucking his new boy toy echoed through the apartment. The man who had once whispered “I love you” to Kevin before bed each night now snarled filthy commands and slapped Nico’s fat, jiggling ass until it was red.
When it was all over, the apartment fell quiet except for Nico’s soft, satisfied whimpers and Mark’s low, possessive grunts.
Kevin slid down the wall, spent and broken, staring at the still ajar bedroom door. He could smell the musk wafting out. Valentine’s Day was over. His relationship was over, too. The man he loved was gone, replaced by a big, hairy, dominant daddy who didn’t even recognize his former boyfriend as anyone other than a dude who split the rent payment with him.
And in the morning, Kevin would start packing. He had a couple days to come up with a plan, but it was a given that Mark and Nico were not going to be shy about their love during that time. He’d be listening to the daddy and his boy fucking like rabbits through the wall at least until Sunday.
He cock began to rise again just thinking about it.
Ethan’s boots felt heavier with every step down the sixth-floor hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects, and the carpet was the same cheap beige it had been for twenty years. 3:47 a.m., Valentine’s Day was finally bleeding out and from the hallways, Ethan could hear the happy couples celebrating this special day. “Last delivery...” he said still fuming about this shift his boss forced on him or he would be fired. Pepperoni and mushroom, extra cheese, delivered to 612, Maple Street. Then he could climb back into his car, drive the twenty minutes home to Sarah, and pull the little velvet box from the glove compartment. He’d been practicing the words all night between runs:
“Sarah, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. Will you marry me?”
The ring was simple white gold, exactly what she’d hinted at for months.
He knocked twice on the door, polite but firm.
The door opened on a guy who could have been anyone. Mid-twenties, wire-rimmed glasses, brown hair sticking up in every direction, wearing white T-shirt and baggy sweatpants. Alex, the app said. Just another lonely customer who’d probably spent the night alone with his phone and a bottle of cheap wine.
“Eighteen fifty,” Ethan said, holding out the warm box.
Alex reached for his wallet on the little entry table. “Yeah, uh… keep the change, man. Sorry it’s so late. I guess you had better things planed for tonight.” Alex said kindly to Ethan as he kept looking for his wallet before handing the money.
“Here you go, and you can keep the change. Thanks!” Alex finished as he grabbed the warmed pizza box from Ethan’s hands.
The hallway lights flickered and unbeknown to them both, an invisible presence just happened to fly away from the gay couple apartment’s next door.
“Looks like I still have time for one more gift for tonight…” Cupid said as he watched Ethan giving the pizza box to Alex.
Cupid got closer and still being invisible, he smiled cockily as he exhaled a deep sensual gush of warm pheromones straight in Ethan’s opened mouth.
Ethan suddenly felt like a warm wave invaded his body and suddenly, the light around faded from his eyesight.
The floor rushed up at him. He grabbed for the doorframe, but his fingers slid off the wood. His knees folded like wet paper.
“Whoa, whoa, easy there!” Alex lunged, catching him under the arms before he could hit the mat. The guy was stronger than he looked; his grip was solid, warm. “You okay, dude? You look like you’re about to keel over.”
Ethan’s head spun. His skin prickled with sudden heat. “I… yeah. Just… long night. Overdid it, I guess. Sorry.”
Alex didn’t let go. “No worries, man. Come inside for a second. Sit down. I’ll grab you some water. You’re not driving like this.”
Before Ethan could argue, Alex was guiding him over the threshold, kicking the door shut with his heel. The apartment smelled like stale popcorn and laundry detergent. A single lamp cast a soft yellow glow. The pizza box landed on the coffee table with a soft thump.
Cupid followed them just before the door closed and hovered invisibly near the ceiling, wings half-folded, one golden sandal swinging lazily. His golden tanned skin caught no light yet; the open toga clung to every carved line of his body. His thick cock was already hard, leaking a thin, glowing strand of pink precum. He licked his lips, eyes bright with bored cruelty.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” He said to no one as his cock spasmed in the air, making a drop of precum fall directly on Alex’s bare arms.
Alex felt the same feeling Ethan had just been through as the precum was absorbed directly in his blood.
Cupid smirked watching his precum disappearing and both of the boys slowly gaining back their composure as they were now slowly looking at each other’s in the eyes.
The thought bloomed in both their heads at once, thick and sweet and impossible to ignore.
God… he’s so hot.
Ethan blinked. The idea felt wrong, alien, but it was already sinking in, warm and sticky. Alex’s messy hair, the way his shirt hung off his shoulders, the faint stubble on his jaw… suddenly it all looked good. Really good.
Alex’s breath caught. His cheeks flushed dark. “Fuck… why is it so warm in here?”
Neither of them questioned it. The thought just felt right.
Ethan’s hands moved on their own. He tugged at the zipper of his uniform jacket; it slid off and pooled on the floor. Alex mirrored him, yanking the shirt over his head, revealing a soft, pale torso. Ethan’s pants followed, then Alex’s sweatpants. They stood there in the dim light, Ethan in his boxer briefs, Alex in nothing but socks, both of them breathing harder than the situation called for.
Cupid drifted lower, cock in hand, stroking slowly. You should jerk off, he whispered into their skulls. It feels so fucking good.
Ethan’s fingers wrapped around his cock through the fabric, stroking lazily. A low groan slipped out. Alex did the same, eyes half-lidded, jerking himself with slow, dreamy pulls.
“Sorry dude, … I just have to,” Ethan murmured, but his voice was thick, almost smiling. “God… You are so hot.”
Alex nodded, stepping closer. “Thanks. You are not bad looking either.” He answered getting closer and closer in a seductive tone.
Cupid chuckled silently, pre-cum dripping onto the carpet.
The next thought slid in even deeper as Cupid got closer to Ethan’s opened ears: On your knees. Taste him.
Ethan dropped without hesitation, knees hitting the carpet. He looked up at Alex with glassy, hungry eyes, then leaned forward and took the dude’s cock into his hungry watering mouth.
The taste was salty, warm, intoxicating. Ethan’s lips stretched around the shaft, tongue swirling, sucking with eager, sloppy enthusiasm. Alex groaned, fingers threading through Ethan’s hair, hips rocking gently. “Fuck… yeah, just like that…”
Ethan bobbed his head, taking more, gagging softly when the head hit the back of his throat. His own cock throbbed untouched in his briefs, leaking into the fabric. He was lost in the haze, moaning around the thick length, saliva dripping down his chin.
Cupid floated directly above them, legs spread, jerking himself in time with Ethan’s bobs. “That’s it, boys,” he purred to the empty air. “Get him nice and wet for what’s coming.”
After a few minutes Alex pulled Ethan off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock. He stood, spun Ethan around, and bent him over the back of the couch.
The blunt head of Alex’s cock pressed against Ethan’s hole.
And suddenly, the fog of lust in Ethan’s mind shattered as he realized what was happening while Sarah crossed his lost mind.
Reality slammed back into Ethan like ice water as Sarah’s heartwarming laugh echoed in his ears and brought him back.
“What the fuck am I…,” His eyes flew wide. He was bent over, completely naked, ass up. Alex’s cock was right there, hot and slick and pushing.
“No, wait, stop!” Ethan gasped, trying to twist away. But his body wouldn’t obey. His hole was slick, open, aching. Alex pushed forward anyway still lost in the maze of Cupid’s lust.
The first inch slid in.
Ethan’s scream was pure terror. “Get off me! I’m not… I have a girlfriend! I’m straight, I’m…”
Laughter exploded from the ceiling, bright, delighted, vicious.
“THE FUCK IS THIS!!!” Ethan screamed as he heard Cupid’s laugh and voice and suddenly the fog covering and hiding Cupid’s presence vanished slowly, revealing his presence to Ethan’s aware eyes.
“Oh finally,” the voice sang. “I was getting bored watching you two idiots go slow.”
The first pale gold of sunrise crept over the windowsill.
Cupid began to appear clearer and clearer.
It started at his feet, golden Spartiate’s laced up thick, sculpted calves, the leather straps gleaming as the light touched them. Then his legs materialized, tanned and powerful. His cock came next, thick and veined and still leaking glowing pink. The open grey toga fluttered into view, clinging to a torso carved like a god thanks to a heart shaped golden broach. Black angel wings unfurled behind him. Finally, his face, beautiful, cruel, lips curled in a smirk.
He floated there fully visible now, cock in hand, watching them with open hunger.
Ethan’s eyes locked on the creature. His stomach dropped through the floor. “What the… who the fuck are you?!”
Cupid’s smirk widened, slow and predatory. “Me? Let’s just say I’m the one who gifts love once a year on a special occasion like this special day, princess.”
Without warning, Cupid’s hips bucked forward in the air. His massive cock throbbed violently, the slit flaring open, and with a single blink of the eye looking at Ethan’s gapped mouth, he came, not normal cum, but a thick, glowing arrow of solidified seed that shot from his tip like a crossbow bolt. The arrow streaked through the air and slammed straight into Alex’s chest with a wet thwack as it vanished instantly, getting absorbed in his soul and skin.
Alex’s body exploded with power, he didn’t even realize they were not alone in the room anymore.
Muscle detonated across his frame in violent, wet surges. Shoulders broadened with audible cracks, widening until they strained the air around him. His chest ballooned outward into heavy, veined slabs of pec meat, nipples hardening into dark, sensitive coins. Abs carved themselves into deep, ridged valleys that flexed with every thrust. Arms thickened into veined pythons, biceps peaking like softballs. Legs became tree trunks, calves and quads swelling with raw, brutal power. His face sharpened, jaw squaring, cheekbones rising, stubble darkening into a perfect five-o’clock shadow that made him look dangerously handsome. And his cock, still buried balls-deep inside Ethan, swelled brutally, thickening to the girth of a wrist, lengthening until Ethan could feel the head pressing against his stomach from the inside. A fat, throbbing knot formed at the base, locking them together with a wet, obscene pop.
Alex’s new voice was a deep, rumbling growl, but his eyes stayed glassy, lost in the maze Cupid had woven. He didn’t wake. He just kept thrusting, hips snapping with machine-like power, the knot grinding relentlessly against Ethan’s rim.
Ethan twisted his head, horror flooding his face in a cold wave.
“Alex, Alex, look at you, oh God, what the fuck, you’re… you’re huge… this isn’t real, this can’t be happening…”
Cupid laughed again, already stroking himself with long, lazy pulls aiming for Ethan now. His cock pulsed once more.
“Time for round two, princess!” Cupid said as Ethan turned his back to Cupid only to watch him jerking off his huge dick one last time and laughing hard. Another glowing cum-arrow erupted from the tip.
It struck him square in the sternum.
The heat hit him like molten lava pouring straight into his bones as Ethan started to scream in pure terror as he kept on watching Alex’s feral face thrusting deep in him.
His shoulders narrowed with a sickening pop, bones shifting, muscle melting away like warm wax. His chest deflated, then swelled again, soft, perky mounds forming where hard pecs had been, nipples puffing into sensitive pink buds that throbbed in the cool air. His waist cinched brutally tight, ribs pulling inward until he felt like he might snap in half. His ass surged outward in two heavies, jiggling waves, fat piling on in obscene amounts, cheeks rounding into perfect heart-shaped globes that clapped wetly with every brutal thrust from Alex. He felt his anus start to spasm and contract around Alex’s cock. He could feel it getting, puffy and slick, drooling sweet fluid down his smooth thighs in steady streams. His cock, still seven and a half full inches, remained, but the rest of his body had become almost completely smooth and delicate: slender limbs, a tiny waist, a soft, boyish chest with almost no muscle definition at all. He looked like the ultimate twink, fragile, fuckable, utterly helpless.
Ethan stared down at his transformed body in pure, gut-wrenching panic. His mind was still screaming that this was all a nightmare. He could see Sarah’s smiling face as they wake up side by side while he felt Alex’s thrusting deep in him, now almost clearly seeing the bulge created by his cock through his stomach.
“No, no, please, this isn’t me, give it back, give my body back… You can’t do this…”
Cupid’s laughter rang out again, low and filthy, echoing off the walls. “Don’t worry princess, we still have some more time before the sun rise and I’m sure you’ll fall in love with the results!”
Cupid drifted lower, wings beating lazily, and reached down to one of his golden Spartiate’s. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled free a long, shimmering ribbon of pure golden, shimmering silk that seemed to pulse with inner light, glowing faintly pink at the edges.
“These are godly ribbons, princess,” he purred, voice dripping with mock tenderness as he floated closer. “Once they’re tied, only a god can untie them. And I’m feeling very generous tonight for a secondary gift.”
Ethan’s eyes widened in fresh terror as Cupid approached. The creature was breathtakingly beautiful, golden skin, black wings, that massive leaking cock, but the smile on his face was pure sadism. Ethan tried to pull away, but Alex’s knot held him fast, the bigger man still pounding away like a machine.
Cupid ignored him completely smiling to the vision of Ethan’s hard and leaky cock in front of him. He knelt in the air right in front of Ethan’s still-hard cock, the ribbon dangling from his fingers like a promise. Ethan could feel the heat radiating off the god’s body, smell the sweet, musky scent of his arousal.
“Yes, that’ll do perfectly…” Cupid said to himself between Alex’s feral moans.
The ribbon moved on its own.
It slithered forward like a living serpent, cool and silky at first, then warm as it made contact. It wrapped around the very base of Ethan’s 7.5-inch shaft, then began to coil upward, slow, deliberate, loop after loop, encircling every inch of his length all the way to the sensitive tip. The silk tightened with each turn, squeezing gently but insistently, pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat. It felt alive, warm, throbbing, almost affectionate in the most humiliating way. Ethan whimpered, hips twitching uselessly, his cock twitching and leaking despite the terror flooding his veins.
“It’s too tight, fuck, it hurts, please, take it off, I can’t… This is not supposed to feel like this…”
Cupid leaned in closer, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. He exhaled slowly, a warm, glowing puff that washed over the ribbon.
The silk melted and sank into Ethan’s flesh.
It disappeared completely, merging seamlessly with his skin until there was no trace of it left. But the effect was immediate and devastating. Ethan’s erection collapsed in a single, humiliating instant, his cock softening, shrinking, becoming completely limp and useless in the open air. No matter how hard his mind screamed for it to rise, how much he felt the need to get hard, nothing happened. It just hung there, soft and defeated, the blood draining away as if the ribbon had stolen every drop of arousal from his body forever.
Ethan’s breath hitched into a broken sob. “OMG! No… no, please, not like this… What have you done?!… what did you do to me? Stop this wicked game, please, turn us back, I’m begging you, turn us back to how we were! I don’t even know this dude!!”
Cupid only smiled wider.
But before he continued, he flicked his wrist and pulled a second gift from the folds of his toga, a thick, gleaming golden cord, warm and heavy, pulsing with the same inner light as the ribbon. He floated behind Alex, reached down, and wrapped the cord snugly around the base of the new jock’s massive cock and heavy balls, tying it in a firm, intricate knot. Then he exhaled the same glowing breath.
The cord melted and merged into Alex’s skin, vanishing completely. Alex’s balls swelled even larger, skin stretching tight as they filled with impossible volume. His cock throbbed harder inside Ethan, the knot pulsing with new power and need to breed. Stamina flooded the jock’s body, endless, relentless.
“There we go, like that, nobody is jealous.” Cupid said as he watched Ethan’s limp cock jumping between his legs while he floated back above them both.
“Here’s the deal, princess,” Cupid said, voice silky and cruel. “I’m not a monster. As I said, I’m a giver of love. You want to turn back? You can! As long as you don’t cum before the sun touches your skin, everything reverts. You go back to being boring old straight Ethan. Back to Sarah. Back to your sad little life. But if you cum before that light kisses you… this is forever. New body. New life. Deal? Great!”
As he spoke, Alex’s thrusts grew frantic thanks to Cupid’s secondary gift. The enhanced jock body was moving on pure instinct now, deeper, harder, the knot slamming against Ethan’s rim with wet, obscene slaps. Ethan could feel Alex’s newly supercharged balls drawing up tight, the head flaring, the knot locking tighter, the bigger man’s stamina making every stroke feel like it could go on forever.
“You mean we can turn back? OMG, we have to. I can’t stay like that! Fuck why does he thrust harder!! OMG WHY DOES HE THRUST HARDER?!” Ethan screamed realized what was about to happen “No, no, Alex, don’t, please, I’m begging you…”
Alex’s glassy eyes rolled back. His massive chest heaved. He let out a deep, guttural moan that shook the walls. The truth is, Alex had no one he could hold on to to escape Cupid’s daze of lust and love, and Cupid’s knew that. With one final thrust, Alex moaned louder then before and with that Ethan screamed knowing what was now inevitable.
Alex came, just before the first golden fingers of sunlight brushed the very tips of his toes.
Thick, endless ropes of hot jock cum flooded Ethan’s guts, pulse after pulse, so much it immediately squirted out around the knot in creamy white bursts, running down Ethan’s smooth thighs in rivers. The enhanced loads were heavier, thicker, flooding him so completely he could feel his belly swell slightly.
At the exact same moment, Alex’s voice cracked into a raw, worshipful moan.
“FUCK YEA! YOU LIKE THAT DON’T YOU?! THAT’S MY GOOD BOY!!”
The words hit Ethan like lightning and without him being able to control himself, his limp cock started to spasm.
Clear spurts forced themselves out in helpless, humiliating arcs, painting the carpet while his trapped, soft dick twitched uselessly, creaming against his will as his ass clenched again and again around Alex’s still hard and buried cock.
Pleasure ripped through him so violently his vision whited out. He moaned, loud, slutty, broken, while terror clawed at his throat.
Ethan’s vision blurred as he could see Sarah’s face replaced by Alex’s new one. Her laugh now replaced by his moans. His muscled arms around her shoulder replaced by Alex’s biceps hugging him. The ring he bought completely erased from his memory while the box still remained discarded on the floor in the middle of Ethan’s old clothes.
The last of the old Ethan vanished in a single, blinding flash as all he could now remember was the feeling of belonging to his jock of a boyfriend.
Ethan blinked, dazed, still impaled on Alex’s knot.
He smiled up at Alex, heart full of nothing but pure, aching devotion.
The apartment changed with the first sun rays.
Walls brightened to warm cream. The sad couch became deep, buttery leather. A weight bench appeared in the corner; dumbbells neatly racked. Framed photos materialized on every surface, Ethan and Alex laughing at the beach, spotting each other at the gym, kissing at their engagement party. The lonely bachelor pad became the perfect love nest for two happy jocks.
Alex pulled out slowly, the knot popping free with a wet, obscene sound. Cum gushed from Ethan’s wrecked, fluttering hole in thick white rivers, splattering the new carpet and running down his smooth thighs.
Alex turned, eyes soft and adoring, already madly, stupidly in love with his well-bred boyfriend. He turned around as they both laid on the carpeted floor and picked something up from their discarded clothes.
A small velvet box.
He opened it as he smiled between two exhausted inhales of musky air.
Inside was the exact ring Ethan had chosen for Sarah, white gold, simple, perfect.
Alex looked into Ethan’s eyes; voice thick with emotion.
“Will you marry me?”
Ethan’s new heart soared, without hesitation, he opened his eyes as he smiled, still trying to get his breath back after the love they just shared.
“Yes,” he whispered, voice soft and adoring. “Of course, I will, baby. I love you.”
Cupid’s face, still faintly visible in the sunrise, curled into one final, satisfied smirk, as it disappeared into the sun rays for a year to come until February 14 of next year.
Another perfect Valentine’s couple created.
The sparkles that he disappeared into faded completely like dust in the warm first rays of the morning sun.
And Ethan smiled up at his fiancé, heart full of nothing but love for the men that he will share his life with.
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Hey everybody!
Long time no see ^^
I just wanted to share with you a themed story for this very special day of lovers.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope that even if you're alone, this story will bring you some joy and self-love :p
See you soon, and take care of yourselves. As always, my inbox and DMs are open if you have ideas or just want to chat.
The sun was beating down on the dusty highway, miles in any direction from civilization. Axel, a slim 19 year old had hit backpack slung over his shoulder and his thumb stuck out. He just needed to get far away from his small-minded small town and all the people who didn't 'approve' of him. Taking all that he cared about, which wasn't much, Axel left home, planning to never see it again. But as cars sped by, completely ignoring him, he suspected that he'd probably have to go back just so he didn't die of heatstroke. His cutoff jean shorts hugged his hips and his white muscle shirt clung to him from all the sweat.
Eventually, a massive semi truck pulled over and slowed to a halt almost in front of him. The passenger door creaked open, and a burly man in his late 40s leaned over. He was built like a wall of muscle and fat, a thick beard framed his rugged face. A flannel shirt strained over his hairy chest.
"Hop in, kid," he grunted. Axel didn't need to be told twice, jumping into the truck. "Name's Hank. Where ya headed?"
"Away," Axel replied, settling into the seat, his legs dangling a bit. The cab smelled like leather, diesel, and something musky. Looking over, the twink noticed how Hank's jeans showed off the man's bulge.
Noticing the way the kid blushed at the sight of his bulge, Hank chuckled a bit but the sound was covered up by the rev of the engine. The truck lurched forward, kicking up loose gravel as it went back on the road.
The two drove in silence for a while, neither one knowing what to say to the other. Eventually, Axel thanked the man for stopping and the conversation flowed from there. Most of it was I don't chatter idle chatter but over time Axel shared bits about running away from his family and his bigoted town. Hank nodded, his thick fingers gripping the wheel a little tighter than usual every so often. Hours blurred into the rhythm of the road, the sun casting an orange glow through the windshield.
With the sun in their eyes, Hank reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a well-worn black trucker hat. "Here kid," he said, tossing the cap to Axel. "You can use this until the sun goes down."
The twink smiled his thanks, before plopping it on his head, adjusting the brim to block out the sun. At first, he just enjoyed the fact that the sun wasn't in his eyes as he listened to the hum of the tires on the asphalt, but then a warm tingling sensation spread throughout his scalp. Axel shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Hank who was focused on the road, a slight smirk on his lips.
Axel's fingers started to itch, looking at them he noticed that fine hairs were starting to sprout along his knuckles, dark and coarse. He scratched at them and noticed that the hair started to travel up his forearms. His chest started to expand, his nipples getting hard as the itching continued underneath his shirt. He tugged at his collar and revealed the first patches of hair curling over his once smooth pecs.
Hank kept driving, one hand on the wheel while the other casually adjusted his growing bulge.
A strange heat started to spread throughout Axel's body making his cock twitch in his jean shorts. He squirmed, hand drifting down to palm it , surprised at how different it felt. Before, he could admit that he was a little on the smaller side but the cock he felt on himself had some heft.
During that discovery, hair had claimed his torso. He pulled his shirt off over his head since it was starting to get too tight, and exposed his broadening chest dusted with dense black hair that traveled down his hardening abs. His legs started to thicken too; thighs bulging as muscles grew while hair continued to grow. Axel's face burned as he felt his jaw squaring and stubble start to grow into a full beard.
"Fuck," Axel groaned, his voice a baritone rumble.
He looked over at Hank who had unzipped his fly and pulled out his fat veiny eight inch cock that was already leaking precum. "See something ya like?" The trucker teased.
Axel couldn't resist. His own zipper rasped down, and out sprang his transformed dick: thicker than before, circumcised head flaring purple, nestled in a bush of pubic hair that crept up to his navel. He gripped it, stroking roughly, the sensation electric. Hank reached over, his callused hand wrapping around Axel's shaft, pumping slow and firm.
Hank was able to stear the truck onto a deserted pull off, engine idling as Hank leaned in. Their beards brushed before lips crashed together in a sloppy, tongue filled kiss. Hank's mouth tasted of coffee and tobacco, dominating as Axel submitted, then he started to push back with newfound aggression. Hank's fingers tangled in Axel's new chest hair, tugging, while Axel clawed at Hank's back, feeling the sweat slick fur there.
Hank shoved Axel back against the seat, yanking down his jeans. Axel's ass cheeks had plumped, hairy and firm, hole winking invitingly.
"Gonna fuck that tight hole till it's perfect for me," Hank growled, spitting on his palm and slicking his cock. He pressed the blunt head against Axel's entrance, pushing in slow. Axel gasped, the stretch burning sweet, his body yielding as inches sank deep.
They rutted like animals in the cab as Hank's hips slamming forward, balls slapping Axel's furry taint. Axel jerked his own cock in time, precum smearing his hairy belly. The transformation complete, Axel was a mirror of Hank: burly, bearded, cock throbbing with years of pent up lust. Axel demanded for more, voice gravelly, as his legs wrapping around Hank's waist.
Hank obliged, pounding relentlessly until Axel's ass clenched, milking him. Cum erupted from Axel's dick in thick ropes, splattering their chests, matting the hair. Hank followed, flooding Axel's guts with hot seed, groaning as it overflowed. They panted, spent, the hat still perched on Axel's head like a crown.
"Welcome to the road," Hank said, zipping up. "We got many miles to go."
Hey everyone, Brody here. So yeah. Megan and Paul roasted me mercilessly. I mean, I knew I wasn't perfect but damn. Guess I didn't realize how bad I must seem to them sometimes. First time I've seen those two agree on something in a long time.
So that's why I'm here at this Better Boyfriend Program. Can't say I'm too excited. Paul's boyfriend apparently sent him here too and they broke up anyway. But whatever. If they want to spend money to send me to some spa and fitness retreat, I'll take it.
But yeah. They uh want me to record myself each day, to reflect or some shit. Feels kinda weird but whatever. So I got here late last night and met my roommate, Phillip. Pretty cool dude actually. Bit of a dweeb but seems nice enough. This morning started with an icebreaker session. Met a bunch of other guys all here for the same reason - becoming better boyfriends.
After that, I had my first aroma therapy session. Felt pretty relaxing honestly. Lots of different scents, oils, candles. Made me feel calm and centered. Definitely needed that after the stress of the past couple days. Okay, that's it for today. Feeling pretty wiped out. Hope tomorrow isn't too crazy. Later!
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Brody's Day 2 Vlog
Alright, Day 2. Woke up feeling pretty refreshed actually. Had my first spa appointment with Michael. Super friendly guy. Michael gave me a thorough facial, cleaned my pores, applied masks and creams. Then he shaved my face, which was kinda strange since I usually rock the stubble look. But he assured me it was part of the process. The cream he put on afterwards felt amazing though, super moisturizing. Skin looks great now. Might have to pick some up for home. Saw Phillip again during lunch. Dude smells different than yesterday, more woodsy and earthy. He and the other guys gave me shit for smelling all floral. I'll talk to Michael about it.
Later, spent the afternoon by the pool. Let me tell ya, these guys have some pretty impressive physiques. I should ask them for some tips. But I'm feeling inspired to start hitting the weights more often…Phillip came over to chat for a bit. Still super chill, easy to talk to. Told me he was enjoying the program so far. Me? Eh, still trying to wrap my head around it all.
Gonna crash early tonight. More treatments in the morning. Hopefully won't be too intense. Catch you later!
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Brody's Day 3 Vlog
Wow, Day 3. Where do I even begin?
Had another session with Michael. This time, a full body massage. At first he seemed really focused on my lower back and glutes. Kinda awkward tbh. Told him I wasn't into it and asked him to focus on my upper body. He switched to working on my arms and pecs instead. Also asked if we could switch to a manlier smelling oil. He said it wasn't necessary, that the current blend was carefully curated for me. Whatever, I can handle a few jokes at my expense. But the massage itself was incredible though. Most relaxed I've felt in ages.
Hit the gym after that, hoping to bulk up a bit, but the trainers steered me towards cardio and squats instead. Kinda sucked watching all the other guys get to lift though. Their girlfriends are gonna be so lucky by the end of this.
Afterwards, had a therapy session. Discussed toxic masculinity and control. Never really thought about it before but I guess I do have some toxic traits. Something to work on moving forward I guess.
Caught up with Phillip briefly. He's starting to fill out, gaining muscle. Looking real good. Hard not to stare, haha. Gotta stay focused though. Off to bed. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Until then!
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Brody's Day 4 Vlog
Whoa, Day 4. Things are really picking up speed now.
Met up with Michael again. Focused was on my ass this time. I know I wasn't comfortable with it the other day, but I guess I needed this after those squats. Midway through he started showering me with complements. Called my ass smooth, curvy, perky… Really putting the moves on or what? Haha. Joking.
Anyways, the massage ended up feeling pretty great and my butt does feel firmer, so hey, progress! Went to my second therapy session after that. Talked mostly about Megan's bestie Paul and being gay. Never really considered what it means to me personally. Makes sense I suppose, since I'm straight. Definitely made me think twice about some of my preconceived notions. Always good to challenge yourself.
Ran into Phillip again, who's now going by Phil. Holy shit, he's gotten hot. Face squared out, jawline sharper. Clothes hugging his frame perfectly. Caught myself staring multiple times. Phil noticed and playfully called me out on it. I told him he was looking swole. He told me I was getting cute and slapped my ass. Would've brushed it off before but… I liked it. There's something hot about Phil's confidence.
Not sure what else to say. I don't really know how this'll make me a better boyfriend, but hey, trust the process.
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Brody's Day 5 Vlog
Can't believe it's already Day 5. Time flies when you're constantly pampered, I guess.
Went for my massage and Michael proposed something different. Asked if I'd be down to get waxed. Thought about it a bit, I mean, a real man should be hairy, right? I held off. But after they, sent me to aroma therapy to relax. Smells in there were intense but worked wonders. Calmed me down completely. Thought a bit more about getting waxed and you know what? Fuck it. Some guys really rock the clean-shaven look.
Turns out I was way hairier than I realized. Back, chest, legs, groin… Man, feels strange being completely smooth, but I could get used to it. Guess I'll have to because Michael slathered on some "special cream" that supposedly prevents regrowth. Kinda freaked me out to be honest. Especially since Megan seemed to like my chest hair. But I have to trust the process.
In the evening, we had a group reflection session. Everyone shared how the program has affected them so far. A few talked about feeling more open-minded. Others said they were connecting with their bodies differently. Personally, I couldn't stop glancing at Phil across the circle. God he looks like one of the guys from the team now... Speaking of which, wonder what the guys on my football team would think if they saw me now. Whatevs. Should probably get some sleep.
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Brody's Day 6 Vlog
Man, Day 6. Can't believe I'm this far along *giggles*. Alright, alright *clears throat*.
Started with a meeting with the program director. Told her I was dating a woman, not sure why that mattered to her but she acted pretty surprised. Didn't elaborate though, just said I'd benefit regardless and we're pretty deep into the process by now.
After, I went for my usual massage. But Michael was joined by some kind of sex therapist this time, who asked about how I like to pleasure myself. Kind of on the nose, but I'm not ashamed. She told me that she wanted to help me explore alternative pleasure sources for men, outside of the "nontraditional." Sure why not, right? But totes wasn't expected them to put a vibrating plug up my ass. I wanted to freak out, but fuck... Could barely focus for the rest of the day with that thing buzzing away. Did teach me how good ass play can feel though… Megan might need to invest in a strap-on. Definitely see the appeal of being the "receiving partner" or whatever that sex lady said. Who knows.
Therapy was a struggle because of the distraction but we got through it. Kept zoning out, thinking about Phil and his progress. Speaking of Phil, he's downright sexy. Reminds me a bit of Paul. Paul... Fuck...
Anyway, Michael came to remove the toy. Asked if I enjoyed it. I admitted I did. He smiled and said that was good, that I was making excellent progress. Part of me felt ashamed, like I betrayed my masculinity somehow. But the rest of me was eager for more. That's all for now. Need a cold shower.
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Brody's Day 7 Vlog
Okay Day 7… Where do I start? Therapy was all about exploring homosexuality and sexuality as a whole this time. Talked a lot about sexual dynamics between men. Top vs bottom, roles, etc. When she asked what I thought, I'll admit I judged the hell out of being a bottom. Didn't seem very masculine at all. But after discussing expectations, dynamics, communication needs… I'm starting to rethink. Look at me, expanding my worldview.
Wound up thinking about other men in my life. Realized Phil probably makes a strong top based on his build. And yeah, Paul definitely falls into that category too. My bros on the team? Fuck yeah, they'd be tops. But me? I don't know. I thought I could be a top, but the more I think about it, the less certain I am. Especially when I think about guys like Paul and Phil. They're so big and muscly and hairy... I... I guess my time away from the gym really did a number on my gains. And the waxing too really... Fuck, whatever. The therapist told me to think about it.
Not sure how knowing that fits into all this. Maybe that would make me a better boyfriend? Knowing how to switch things up and take turns?
Oh fuck... How could I forget the other big event today? Michael gave me a very thorough handjob during our massage today. Used this special oil that made my dick ultra sensitive and tingly. Came embarrassingly fast. He said that was normal and that I shouldn't be embarrassed. Easy for him to say. Does he even know he's the first dude to get me off? Fuck... I can't tell anyone I know about this...
But things got even more intense. That sex coach? She brought in a dildo and started teaching me a proper blowjob technique. I balked- there was no fucking way I was gonna ever need that. She told me to keep the dildo with me and reconsider.
Admittedly, I got bored in my room while Phil was at the gym. Had nothing else to do, so practiced on it until I felt like I had the hang of it. Don't know if I'll ever use those skills, but I kinda had fun. Of course Phil walked in all sweaty, and saw me sucking off a thick, pink dildo. Luckily he was cool about, told me he could give me the real thing if I wanted. As if...
Feeling a little overwhelmed honestly. Only a few days left now.
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Brody's Day 8 Vlog
I... I want to go home. It's Day 8 and everything feels so wrong. Okay, so normally I wake up rock hard. But nope. Flaccid this morning and stayed that way. Shouldn't matter right? Except… My ass felt good though. My hole? Fuck... I keep fingering myself in private. It feels so amazing. And my dick? Nothing... It's so useless.
Didn't see Michael today which bummed me out more than it should. Been craving his touch, which is so messed up… fuck! Like, I couldn't do anything today. My ass feels so empty and I hate it. Like I NEED something inside. It's driving me insane. So I did it. That dildo? Went to the bathroom and fucked myself with it. And... And I saw myself in the mirror... I'm not me! I'm hairless, skinny, and I look so pouty and desperate. I wanted to say something! To someone! But... Phil walked in and oh em gee... Muscles upon muscles, hairy chest, bulging crotch… Goddamn. Pure testosterone. Can't tear my eyes away, so I just watched him play videogames but really I was salivating over the bulge in his boxers.
What am I saying? How the fuck did this happen to me? This isn't me. I don't drool over other men. How is this supposed to make me a better boyfriend? The thought of doing anything with Megan is so... icky. But someone like Phil? Or Paul? Oh fuck... Paul...
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Brody's Day 9 Vlog
Oh honey, Day 9. It was… sooooo enlightening.
First up, had another sit-down with the therapist. Girl was ready to break it down for me, bless her heart. Explained that the Day 8 blues are totally normal, happens to everyone nearing the finish line. Helped me sort through my fears and confusion. Basically said I ain't the same Brody I was when I stepped foot in this place. Which I could definitely tell. The real question is - who am I now? Who am I meant to be? And then she drops the bomb - I gotta choose a new name. One that represents my true self.
Took me a minute to wrap my head around that. New name? What the hell. But I went with it. Played around with a few options. Nothing clicked until I landed on BJ. Short for Brody James but also… ya know. Perfect fit for the new me! The therapist was thrilled, told me I was embracing my identity. And I felt good about it too. Excited even. Ready to step into this new chapter.
Next up, a visit with the sex therapist. Now THIS girl was a trip. She wanted to get deep into my feelings about my sexuality. Had to really examine how I view myself. Gay, bi, pan? Top, bottom, vers? Submissive, dominant? The whole shebang. Initially denied it all but I could tell she wasn't buying it. So I owned up to it. Told her about the dildo and what I did with it. Admitted I'm gay as fuck and love taking cock. She cheered, high-fived me, said I was making leaps and bounds.
So during the group share, I came clean to everyone. Yelled it loud and proud - I'm gay, I'm a bottom, and I ain't gonna apologize for it! The boys cheered, patted my back. Never felt so accepted in my life.
And afterwards? Went back to my room with Phil. Decided it was time to put my new skills to use. Dropped to my knees and sucked his fat cock until he exploded down my throat. Best. Day. Ever.
But y'all know who I REALLY want though? Paul. Gonna beg him to fuck my fat ass. I'mma be such a good little cumdump for him. Oh yes ma'am, I'm ready. I can't wait to see everyone tomorrow!
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When the doors opened, Megan nearly dropped her purse at the sight of Brody - or that man they said was Brody. This was someone else entirely. Megan gaped at the slender figure practically pouring out of skimpy crop top and booty shorts that showed off his pert ass. Her mind reeled. This wasn't possible. What the actual fuck?
Paul smirked beside her, eyes roving hungrily over the twink's thick ass. "Fuck, you're better than I imagined." he purred, sauntering forward.
"Paul." BJ practically moaned, as his ass clenched with need.
"Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you?" Megan was staring wide-eyed, turning now to face Paul, "What the fuck!?"
Paul shrugged unapologetically. "Like I said, hun, I had a special itinerary planned for him, and it looks like he responded real well." He smiled, "See, when I went through it, my ex had me become a total dominant top." He sighed, "He couldn't handle me or my needs. But now…" BJ practically melted into his arms, "I've got the perfect little boyfriend. Sorry Meg, but consider this payback for always siding with my ex."
"You bitch!" Meg stormed off, leaving the new couple standing at the entrance.
"Paul?" BJ clung to him, "Can you take me home?"
"Of course, babe." Paul purred, pulling BJ flush against him. "Let's go home and I'll show you exactly what a real man can do."
BJ shuddered in delight, his holes already aching to be filled. He had been so patient, such a good little twink. And now he would get his reward. His life as Paul's boyfriend- his personal fucktoy- was just beginning. And he was so ready.
Subject Ryan M. (hereafter referred to as Subject #1) was selected as an ideal candidate for field testing of our latest BAER WEAR prototype due to multiple recent life disruptions: romantic separation from long-term girlfriend, recent relocation to an unfamiliar metropolitan area (minimizing his social network), intention to begin a fitness regimen based on his internet activity. Interception of the subject's online gym clothing order was executed without incident. Original merchandise was replaced with Prototype BW-TK-004 tanktop. Delivery was completed by newly acquired asset "Daddy Rick" (originally Richard Paulson, 31, now 54 prime example of a musclebear daddy, bearification achieved through conventional anal and oral penetrative conversion protocol by Senior Field Agent Ursus.) Daddy Rick reported no complications. Subject accepted package without suspicion. Subsequent email complaint of Subject #1 regarding visual discrepancy with the ordered product was successfully placated with an apology and a 50$ gift card. No further customer service contact attempted.
DAYS 1-2:
Browser history surveillance flagged search query: "gym tank top stinks even after washing". Research note: the beard hair and body hair harvested from volunteer BAER CORP employees woven into the fabric continue to produce detectable musk even after standard washing machine laundering. Further prototypes need to boost olfactory masking in order to prevent early-stage resistance. However, psychoactive effects of the musk remain fully potent despite repeated washing. Subject #1 was observed putting on BW-TK-004 within approximately six minutes of waking up, after having spent the night with it in his room. No further complaints regarding odor have been logged.
Day 3:
Upon wearing tanktop for approximately 3 hours and 46 minutes before arriving at the gym for his first workout, visible physical changes in Subject #1 have already been observed during the surveillance in the lockerroom:
-faint hair growth on previously entirely smooth chest
-darkening and thickening of forearm hair
-faint facial stubble, correlation with the effects of BW-TK-004 inconclusive, subject did not shave that morning
Post workout analysis revealed remarkable growth. Subject completed standard beginner routine (full body training, 45 minutes duration). Physical changes documented:
-Pectoral muscles have increased in size significantly, are now visible even through clothing
-Biceps circumference increased by approximately 3,4 centimeters
-Body hair thickened significantly across chest, spread across the abdomen and formed a distinct treasure trail
-Stubble transitioned into a visible beard shadow
-Overall muscular development equivalent to 4-6 weeks of intensive training in an average male
Day 4:
Subject doubled his training volume without any apparent signs of fatigue. Second workout duration: 97 minutes. Muscle hypertrophy continued at an accelerated rate, surpassing the projections. Overall increase in 9.3 kilograms of muscle mass and 13.1 kilograms body mass in total. The subject's chest is now becoming visibly barrel-shaped. Arms thick, veins becoming prominent across the biceps. Subject’s beard growth is now unmistakable, dark, coarse hair covering the skin around jaw and upper neck completely. Body hair spread to shoulders and upper back, increasing in density.
Observation of critical behavioral shift: Subject did not shower after performing his workout despite its high intensity and extended length. Proceeded to return to his apartment while still wearing the sweat-soaked tanktop. Home surveillance registered the following sequence:
At 17:12 subject opened his laptop, accessed a heterosexual pornography video saved on his harddrive “big booty blondie.flv”, watched the video for 1 minute 47 seconds, closed the video, laid down on his bed, pulled the front of BW-TK-004 up to his nose and masturbated for 4 minutes 18 seconds with his eyes closed before reaching orgasm. Substantial increase in ejaculate volume observed compared to previously established baseline during preliminary surveillance. The subject proceeded to rub the ejaculate into his chest before promptly falling asleep.
Day 5:
The subject’s muscle hypertrophy and hair growth follow the adjusted predictions. The subject is now approximately 19 kilograms heavier than the baseline. The beard became full and thick. Body hair is now covering the entire torso, arms, and legs, hairline shows signs of receding.
After returning from the gym the subject initiated an internet search for new workout videos. While viewing a video featuring the professional powerlifter Harald Stein the subject became visibly aroused. The subject's gym shorts immediately tenting up, erection clearly visible through fabric.
Following search history was documented:
“bearded bodybuilder” - 8 minutes of browsing through multiple short videos and pictures while occasionally palming his erection
“hairy muscle” - search performed on a pornographic website, subject continued to scroll through video list until finding one featuring a solo male performer, masturbation commences, orgasm reached after 7 minutes 13 seconds
Subject clicks on suggested video “Musclebear fucks his cub hard”, after less than two minutes of refractory period, subject’s member is fully erect again, he commences masturbating again and ejaculates in 3 minutes 41 seconds.
Subject clicks on subsequent suggested video “Alpha daddybear orgy”, after approximately three minutes of watching the video and breathing heavily, subject begins masturbating with increased intensity, ejaculation commences within 3 minutes 21 seconds.
The subject's stamina and recovery time showed dramatic enhancement compared to baseline. Ejaculate volume remained high across all three orgasms. The subject fell asleep with his laptop still open, gay pornography still playing, dried semen covering his torso and beard. The subject did not shower after waking up and moving to his bed or the morning thereafter.
Day 6:
Gym surveillance camera 7 located in the weight lifting area captured the subject performing bicep curls in front of the mirror. Visible erection formed as the subject watched his own reflection, creating an obvious bulge. The subject did not appear alarmed and completed the workout before proceeding to the men’s restroom.
Bathroom surveillance camera 12 recorded the following:
The subject entered one of the stalls, pulled the front of BW-TK-004 and commenced masturbating while flexing his biceps. After approximately 47 seconds, subject left the bathroom stall and entered the public bathroom area admiring himself in the large mirror installed on the wall. Verbalization recorded: "Fuck yeah... so fucking big...", subject flexed continuously while masturbating and caressed the hair on his chest. Orgasm achieved within 1 minute 12 seconds. Ejaculate sprayed across the mirror and wall, substantial volume, thick consistency. The subject did not clean it up, pulled BW-TK-004 back over his chest and exited the bathroom.
Surveillance Team #2 assigned to Subject #2 (Trevor H.) for monitoring of subsequent bearification progress.
Days 7-10:
Subject #1 began to regularly interrupt his fitness routine with masturbation sessions in the gym bathroom, always ejaculating on either the mirror or the wall surfaces and never cleaning it up. Subject #2 began to arrive at the gym daily in hours coinciding with the schedule of Subject #1. Observed Subject #1 from a distance with visible signs of arousal and entered the bathroom immediately after Subject #1 left it, licking up the left behind semen and masturbating. Orgasm achieved in 42 seconds. On day 10 Subject #2 appeared to abandon his training routine. After confirming that Subject #1 was present in the gym, Subject #2 instead chose to spend the following 37 minutes slowly masturbating while hidden in one of the gym stalls in anticipation of Subject #1 entering the bathroom for one of his regular masturbation sessions.
Subjects #1 and #2 show further augmentations to their libidos, stamina as well as ejaculate volumes. Visible physical changes to Subject #2 have been noted: Increased body hair on arms and chest. Facial hair growth significantly accelerated. Muscle tone improvement of 17% compared to baseline despite the reduction of exercise amount. Internet search history showed a progression from heterosexual to exclusively gay bear pornographic content over the 72 hour period.
Day 11:
A message exchange between Subject #1 Ryan M. and his former college classmate and associate Derek P. has been intercepted:
Derek: dude, all okay with you? Saw your new pics online, are you on gear or something? You look like a completely different person!
Ryan: no worries man, I’m not taking anything, I think it’s just those newbie gains I’ve been reading about…
Derek: lmao that’s not how noob gains work man! It’s been barely over a week and you’ve got a beard like a lumberjack and are so freaking huge and hairy! like some kind of a manbear!
Ryan: hell yeah cub, can’t wait to get even more MASSIVE!!!
Subject #1 closed the browser window and commenced masturbating while admiring his chest and biceps, repeatedly running his fingers through his beard. Orgasm achieved in 4 minutes 11 seconds. Subject #1’s dismissal of acquaintance’s concern indicates that psychological restructuring is nearly complete. The subject rationalizes physical changes without outside assistance, preventing cognitive dissonance that might disrupt the bearification process. Physical bearification continues to meet most optimistic benchmarks, subject’s muscle mass has increased by 34 kilograms compared to the baseline. The beard is full and thick. Body hair densely covers the subject’s entire torso, arms, and legs. Subject's penis is estimated to have grown by 4 centimeters, increasing in girth substantially. Subject wears BW-TK-004 continuously and never washes it.
Day 12:
Gym bathroom surveillance camera 12 recorded Subject #2 entering his usual bathroom stall in anticipation of Subject #1’s masturbation session. After entering the bathroom Subject #1 did not proceed to his preferred location facing the mirror and instead remained standing near the door, appearing to be listening closely. Subject #1 approached the stall occupied by subject #2
Vocalization recorded: "I can smell you in there cub, you've been listening to me, haven't you? Open up."
Subject #2 opened the door and nodded after establishing eye contact. Visible erection through gym shorts. Subject Ryan M. approached, grabbed Subject #2 by the throat and began to kiss him forcefully. After initial shock Subject #2 reciprocated while removing their clothing. Subject #1 bent Subject #2 over the sink, penetration occurring without lubrication. Subject #2 vocalized discomfort but did not resist, 17 seconds later facial expression shifted to extreme sexual arousal and pure bliss. Recorded intercourse duration: 19 minutes. Both subjects demonstrated remarkable stamina, maintaining rapid thrusting pace throughout multiple position changes.
Verbalization included: "Take this fucking cock, yeah!", "You're mine now, cub" "Feel this bear cum inside you, cub?".
Ejaculation occurred internally. Subject #1 withdrew his penis, semen leaking profusely from Subject #2's anus. Both subjects dressed and departed separately, Subject #1 expressing that he expects to see Subject #2 in the same place the following day.
Following the sexual encounter with Ryan M., subject #2 Trevor H. experienced a dramatic acceleration of his bearification process. Throughout the intercourse the originally sparse body hair coverage increased by over 200%, substantial beard growth, muscle mass increasing by approximately 7 kilograms. Within the following 24 hours, Subject #2’s weight increased by following 11 kilograms, acquiring a large, full beard, substantial hair loss on the scalp with remarkable growth everywhere else below the neckline.
Analysis suggests that Subject #1’s semen is well on course to acquiring bearifying properties equivalent with males transformed through conventional penetrative means.
Day 14:
Intercepted text message exchange between Subject #1 and his father (Donald M., 52):
Donald M: Hi son, your friend Derek called me today and told me you look completely. He told me all about those different gym supplements and how dangerous they can be. I hope you are being responsible, he sounded really worried...
After reading the message Subject #1’s face appeared to exhibit signs of mental distress and concern as he proceeded to examine his naked body. 37 seconds later Subject’s penis began to grow erect despite Subject’s vocalization “please, no, don’t get hard again”, 11 seconds later Subject’s penis reached fully erect state. Subject exited to the bathroom and began washing his face with cold water exhibiting signs of heightened distress. 1 minute 52 seconds later Subject #1 began masturbating while flexing his muscles and admiring himself in the mirror. Ejaculation occurred 6 minutes 11 seconds later, observable increase in the volume and thickness of the ejaculate. The subject gathered all of it and rubbed it into his chest before returning to his cellphone.
Ryan M: no worries dad, feeling better than ever!
Research note: Potential intervention by the subject’s father represents an opportunity for further expansion of the study. Closer monitoring of the situation is strongly recommended. If the subject's father attempts an in person contact, integration as an additional study subject should be strongly considered. Dr. Hendricks expressed particular interest in overseeing the development of bearified father-son dynamics. Noting that any potential intervention from company side may prove to be unnecessary given Subject #1’s rapidly emerging dominant and sexually aggressive behavioral patterns.
-Body mass: 74.3% increase from baseline (74kg -> 129kg)
-Body hair: complete dense coverage on chest, back, shoulders, arms, legs, buttocks. Density comparable to an average freshly bearified male.
-Facial hair: Full thick beard extending to upper chest. Mustache fully connected.
-Scalp hair: 100% recession.
-Sexual characteristics: Penis length increased to 26 cm while erect. Testicle size increased approximately 40%. Semen production is highly elevated.
-Behavioral changes: Hypersexual, dominant personality, averages 6-8 orgasms daily. Exclusive attraction to male subjects, preference for bearish/bearded type. Hypothesized to instinctively understand that he is capable of making other males fit in with his desired archetype better.
Additional notes: Subject’s musk is detectable within an 8 meter radius. Other gym patrons show visible psychosexual alterations after prolonged exposure and increased arousal.
Day 15:
Mass bearification event involving Subject #1, Subject #2, two personal trainers employed by the gym, gym owner, 9 gym patrons.
Detailed summary of the event:
Event commenced at 9:42 AM during the regular intercourse session between Subject #1 and Subject #2, Nathan C. (further referred to as Subject #3, 29, heterosexual male) entered the bathroom. Body musk in the enclosed space reached critical saturation levels due to prolonged sexual activity, Subject #3 demonstrated an immediate physiological response and heightened state of arousal. Subject #3 continued to observe the sexual activity while massaging his growing erection for 52 seconds before being noticed. Despite vocalizing his surprise and concern Subject #3 remained stationary when the two other subjects approached him. Minimal resistance observed. Subject #3 was initially exposed to precum of the two subjects then came in direct semen contact through oral ingestion and internal anal ejaculation of Subject #1 Ryan M. Physical bearification is visible throughout the sexual contact, accelerated muscle hypertrophy and rapid proliferation of beard and body hair across chest, arms and buttocks.
Eleven minutes after the arrival of Subject #3 inside the bathroom, personal trainer Marcus W. (further referred to as Subject #4, 37, bisexual, engaged with a woman) entered seeking the client. Found Subject #3 mid-bearification initially not recognizing him due to the presence of the full beard, body mass increasing by approximately 21 kilograms, evident personality shift. Subject #3 initiated forcibly kissing Subject #4 while retaining traces of Subject #1's semen still in mouth, introducing bearification compounds directly. Subject #4’s resistance collapsed within 11 seconds after contact with Subject #1’s semen, proceeded to join the sexual activity willingly. Noted rapid physical changes - beard growth, muscle mass increase, extremely dense body hair spread, hypersexual frenzy.
Four additional gym patrons entered the bathroom over the subsequent 37 minutes. Each succumbing rapidly upon exposure to concentrated musk. Conversion pattern consistent throughout all four subjects: initial arousal, brief resistance, sexual penetration (oral or anal) and exposure to semen, immediate physical bearification. All newly converted subjects engaged in group sexual activity. Musk concentration reached levels detectable outside of the bathroom.
At 11:51 AM Gym owner Robert C. (further referred to as Subject #9, 48, heterosexual, married, retired professional bodybuilder, baseline body mass 108kg) entered the bathroom in a highly agitated and verbally aggressive state after complaints about the noise from other patrons. Musk exposure produced an immediate behavioral shift - any aggression ceased, visible arousal despite apparent cognitive resistance. Submissive posture adopted, immediately complying with Subject #1’s verbal command to strip naked and get on all fours.
Across following 1 hour 14 minutes all eight bearified subjects participated in repeated oral and anal penetration of Subject #9 causing him to undergo an extreme and rapid conversion:
Physical changes: subject’s body mass increased from 108kg to 149kg noting substantial muscle hypertrophy accompanied by significant body fat increase, pushing him towards the “daddy bear” physiology. Body hair proliferation extreme - complete coverage of every space under the neck with the thickest pelt observed yet within the BW-TK-004 study. Facial hair reaching the subject's stomach, hair turned fully grey. Apparent biological aging of 12 to 15 years, skin texture coarsened, overall appearance shifted from late 40s to mid 60s.
Behavioral changes include a complete personality inversion, the previously dominant authority figure within the fitness space is now a hypersexual, highly submissive bottom. Any expressions of verbal resistance registered during the bearification process have shifted to pleading for continued sexual contact after the conversion. His exclusive focus now appears to be serving other bearified males sexually.
Additional note: following the conclusion of BW-TK-004 field test, Subject #9 and Subject #2 moved into Subject #1’s apartment, now regularly performing domestic and sexual services for Subject #1 and Subject #24 (Donald M., Subject #1's father).
Study conclusions:
BAER WEAR tanktop BW-TK-004 performance exceeded all projected expectations. Subject #1 (Ryan M.) transformation represents an outstanding success across all measurable criteria - full physical bearification, complete psychological conversion and behavioral modification and finally acquisition of full secondary transmission capability. Initial concerns regarding degradation of psychoactive compounds have proven to be unfounded. Subject’s bodily secretions produced after the exposure more than made up for initial repeated washing attempts. Subject #1 demonstrated no sustained resistance to the product's influence.
Bodily fluids of subjects #1, #2, #7, #9 and #24 achieved bearification potency equivalent to conventionally transformed subjects with other subjects projected to reach that mark after further exposure. Secondary and tertiary bearification chains have been established organically without any corporate intervention. Bearification success rate: 100%. No reversal observed. No subjects demonstrated sustained psychological resistance after exposure
Report compiled by Dr. B. Decker, Head Researcher, BAER CORP Apparel research division.
You were deep inside your latest twink conquest, getting into a good rhythm, when he asked you to pull out. “Something feels weird, there’s a tingly feeling inside of me.” You smirked as you looked down at his body. You hadn’t cum in two weeks, and the potency of the built up load was apparent. His smooth body was already caving in to the traces of transformative semen in your precum. The hair on his butt and legs had come in moments after your first entered him. Now his hands and arms were developing as your DNA flowed through his bloodstream. Your cock twitched and your balls churned as you imagined what would happen to him once you give him a full dose of your built up load. The hair on his legs and arms would get thicker and longer, his smooth back would be gone in no time. Every inch of his body that could grow hair would be covered in a thick, dark pelt, while his hairline would start receding in response to the extreme testosterone level changing his body. “I think you just like having a hairy older man mount you with his big dick.” He laughed, “Yeah, but no older man made my butt feel like this before.” You lined up your cock with his newly hairy, twitching hole. You wrapped your powerful, hairy arm around his stomach, pleased to feel a thick happy trail running along his torso. You pushed in, his tight, warm hole welcoming you inside. As you pummeled him with your cock, you whispered in his ear, “My cock changes twinks like you into real men.” But he was too lost in ecstasy to register what you had said. Moments later you pushed all the way in, balls deep, your hairy sweaty chest covering his entire back, grunted loudly, and flooded him with shot after shot of sperm. After a full minute of ejaculating, your balls were finally empty. You couldn’t wait for morning to come to see what had become of this former twink.
“Really, dude, right here?” Thom whispered, clearly surprised by his bro’s suggestion.
“Yes!” Jacob hissed, “Seriously, let’s fuck with him, it’ll be funny!” he saw that he still needed to do some convincing. “I’ll let you fuck me up the ass afterwards?” he enticed, smirking at Thom.
That was an enticing offer. They usually just gave each other bro-jobs, only letting the other fuck them after a bad week at school or a prolonged period without any poon.
Thom considered it for a while… “You’re right… yeah, fuck it, why not?” Thom looked around for any prying eyes and started peeling off his shirt.
“Okay, give me your glass, I’ll squirt you out your helping.”
Jacob cocked his head and leaned back surprised, “Wait, seriously?”
“Yes, bro!” Thom said as though it were completely obvious that was the plan. “I’m not gonna be the only one in on this!”
Jacob rubbed his hands excitedly and slid over his cup of coke to Thom, “Well, yes sir! Don’t have to tell me twice!”
He placed the two glasses in front of him and then rubbed his fingers together to warm them. “Alright, lemme concentrate,” He leaned back and played with his nipples, teasing them, pinching them, and flicking them.
“Mmmpppff, fuck yeahhh…” Thom moaned quietly to himself. Jacob looked around to make sure no one was noticing, but they were still in the clear. Thom’s pecs started swelling up thicker, thicker, thicker, as if being filled up with a water hose. Jacob swore he could hear liquid start sloshing around in Thom’s tits.
“Guuuaahh, fuck, here it comesssss… help me out, get the glassessssssuuuurrghhh...” he hissed quietly, low enough to be drowned out over the din of the restaurant, but still in clear ecstasy.
Jacob quickly reached over and took the glasses, but Thom looked like he hit orgasm and squirted a thick, white substance twice from his muscle tits on the table as Jacob moved in and held the glasses of coke in front of his nipples.
“Shit, sorry,” Jacob whispered as Thom pumped his milk into the two glasses, letting go of his nipples but squeezing his swolen muscle tits delicately, coaxing more of his milk out.
“That’s alright, bro,” he replied forgivingly, still pumping small squirts into the glasses. “I’m not gonna cry over spilt milk.” He stuck his tongue out and did a comical bro-y laughing pantomime. Jacob grinned and rolled his eyes.
Thom gave a final few squirts into the glasses, shook his pecs, like you would your dick over a toilet bowl, and leaned back with a heavy sigh. He took one more cautionary look around and quickly put his shirt back on, while Jacob brought his own glass back across the table. He stirred the milk into the coke with his straw, making it resemble watered-down coffee with cream. Boy, he could feel his cock swelling up already. He loved Saturdays with Thom like this, but they had never done anything like this so public! He hoped he would be able to stop himself from cumming all over the floor of the restaurant.
Thom brought a napkin under his shirt and dabbed his pecs, cleaning off any residual milk, and sat back stirring his coke as well, looking over his sunglasses and smirking at Jacob. Jacob returned the smirk and looked over Thom’s shoulder, noticing the waiter walking back to their table.
Jacob cleared his throat to get Thom’s attention and darted his eyes away to signal that the waiter was coming back. Thom excitedly rubbed his hands together and adjusted his position. The cute waiter arrived at their table.
“Hey boys, how’re we doing over here? Can I get you any..thing…?” he trailed off a little as he noticed the splashes of… what looked like milk? Really thick milk, looking like it had been shot across the table? He hoped that was the case and not the other thing he was thinking—it certainly didn’t smell like what he though it was, at least. He looked at their glasses to see if they needed a refill and it… wait, these two didn’t order iced coffee, that was supposed to be coke. What the fuck was going on here?
Thom leaned back stretching and patted his belly, rubbing his rigid abs in show, “Oh, everything has been super yummy, bro, it’s just…” he held his glass up and swirled it around, “This coke tastes really funny…”
He took a big sip and his muscles twitched and pulsed all over his body, making him swell instantly. Not substantially, but enough for the waiter to definitely notice, with Thom’s tightening tank top not leaving a lot to the imagination and showcasing his guns.
The waiter went bug-eyed, in disbelief of what he thought he saw, “Uh,” he swallowed hard, “I can get you.. uh, I can get you another if you want?”
“Yeah, mine’s got a funny taste to it, too,” Jacob jumped in. “It’s like creamy or something, not bad but…” Jacob shrugged and took three giant swigs from his glass, emptying it of half of its content, perhaps a bit too eager in his approach. “You wanna try it?” His question started at a higher octave but by the end it had reached a deep, deep baritone. Jacob stifled as much groaning and grunting as he could as he stacked on about 50 or 60 more pounds of muscle instantly, and he was a pretty beefy fellow beforehand. His polo shirt strained against his flesh underneath and his khaki shorts stretched across his swelling thighs, the threads popping. He was trying to keep his composure, but he couldn’t help but moan slightly as his cock ballooned in girth, added 3 inches in length, and formed an imposing, rounded bulge against his shorts. It would be harder for Jacob to leave the restaurant in his more non-elastic clothing without giving the entire establishment an impromptu strip tease—he hadn’t exactly planned for this fun, sexy prank.
Thom took the lead next and stood up out of the booth with his glass in hand, inches away from the waiter who turned to face him slack-jawed.
“Tell you what, me and my bro gotta go, but how does $50 sound? Jacob?”
“Yeah I can spot you,” Jacob stood up, sandwiching the waiter between him and Thom. He reached behind him, pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, and produced 2 twenties and 1 ten. “Will that cover the food and drinks?”
The waiter nodded dumbly. Actually, it almost doubled what they owed, so he’d be getting a 100% tip. ‘100% tip and a show,’ he thought to himself, his cock rigid in his shorts.
“Awesome, bro,” Jacob replied in a low voice as he lowered the money down into the front pocket of the work apron hanging off the waiters waist. Jacob put the money in the pocket and kept his hand in there for a while as he felt up and groped the waiter’s hard cock. The waiter threw his head back in a shuddering gasp. Jacob let go of the waiter’s crotch before he shot his load and looked over at Thom. “Ready, dude?”
“One sec,” Thom replied, bringing his glass to his lips. He gave a loud series of gulps as the milky coke in the glass went down his gullet. Thom shook a bit as if a chill ran down his spine, and then his body swelled up in an otherworldly display. He shot up about a foot and a half in height, broadened thick and wide. His white tank top was stretched to its absolute limit, hugging every pulsing and rapidly expanding muscle group on his upper body, rising up his torso as he gained height, becoming more of a crop top. His once-loose gym shorts now became a pair of compression shorts as his thighs and calves grew deadly and powerful, his ass becoming two huge swelling globes that stretched against the fabric of the shorts. His cock and balls grew turgid and bulbous, pushing out from his waist and creating an enormous bulge that pushed his shorts forward and pressed against the waiter’s upper torso. The waiter held his breath, worried that any movement would set off his own cock in his shorts.
“*AAAHHHH*,” he gave a cartoonish satisfied breath as he finished his beverage, but in an impossibly deep, booming voice. “READY.”
“Tip’s on the table,” Jacob said, patting the waiter on the shoulder as they left the burger joint, Jacob leading and Thom having to duck and walk sideways as they exited through the door.
———
The waiter leaned against their table and took a moment to compose himself. What in the fuck was that?! These dudes had blown up like hunky balloons in front of him and left like it was nothing! His cock was pressing hard against his shorts; he literally had almost jizzed himself on the job. He would give anything to see that again, shit to be part of it! And what an incredible tip, on top of everything else!
‘Wait…’ he thought. ‘The guy said tip’s on the table, he didn’t leave any more money and the amount he gave him was more than fair, what could—…”
His eyes landed on one of the glasses. The hulk in the tank top had finished his, but the smartly dressed one had only finished half of his… Did he mean…? Could he??
He lifted up the glass and studied it. Yes, it was milky, and yes, it looked like watered down (or milked down) coke, and yes, someone had already drank out of it… But fuck it.
He held the glass to his lips and threw it back, chugging down every last drop of the beverage. “HHHHUUURRRNNNGGGG!!” he grunted loudly as the liquid hit his stomach he felt his whole body tense up, his already existing muscles being flexed to their limit. Everyone turned to look at him, hearing his outburst. “Ohh,” he moaned as he felt himself rise taller, his shoulders pushing away from his neck broadening his frame and his arms gaining stacks and stacks of muscle, his shoulders growing rounder and his back rippling with new muscle. “OOhh-HHUUUhhhh,” his pecs bounced and bounced and bounced, gaining more and more weight with each bounce, and his abs hardened and protruded from his gut. He gripped the table as he felt his already tight shorts grow unbearably tighter around his swelling ass and thighs until they exploded off him, loud enough that it made a few patrons shout out in surprise, leaving his ass bare and exposed, his front only obscured by the waist apron. As his thighs and legs swelled larger and larger and his feet tore out of his canvas work shoes, growing 4 sizes in seconds. He gripped harder onto the table, hearing the wood of it splinter as he felt what was coming next. “OOOOHHH FUUUUCCCKK,” he moaned loudly as he lifted up his apron and watched his dark, angry cock land wetly against the table. He involuntarily started bucking against the table as his cock pulsed harder and harder, shaking the table and making the plates loudly shake around and jostle. “I’M *URRGH* SORRY, I’M SO SORRY” he called out to the restaurant as he bucked, seemingly in involuntary throes of ecstasy. He looked down, moaning ridiculously loudly, and watched as it snaked forward, growing thicker and longer, thicker and longer, thicker and longer with every buck of his hips. His breathing got quicker as his nuts swelled to huge, swinging bull nuts below the table, and he prepared for what was coming. “I’M SORRY, I’M—OOOHH FUCK, FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!!” he thrust and thrust and thrust until finally a torrent of jizz rocketed out of his cock head, splattering the whole table in white, knocking over glasses, and pushing silverware off the table. He gave a few more final thrusts and stood back from the table, panting heavily and looking down on himself while his jizz dripped heavily off the tabletop. Fuck, he was a fucking god! He had the dark, silky Mediterranean skin and hair to fit the part, too. He had never been in this kind of condition in his life, nor did he ever see himself achieving it. He had to catch up with those dudes. He threw his apron down over his still-hard cock—the only thing covering (if you could call it covering) his bottom half—and turned to jog out of the burger joint. His coworkers watched him leave, silent as the rest of the patrons of the burger joint, not believing the hulking beast their coworker had become.
———
Jacob and Thom were laughing, joking like schoolboys about the looks on the waiter’s faces and groaning about how fucking nice it felt.
“Hey guys! Wait up!”
They heard someone call after them in a deep voice and they turned to see this hulking Mediterranean giant waving them down and jogging after them. He was in an obscenely tight t-shirt and seemed to be wearing nothing below the waist but a service apron, poorly concealing a huge hard-on that tented the front of it.
“Heyyyy! Good looks, bro!” Jacob called to him as he got closer, realizing it was their waiter.
“Hey there sexy! Nice to see you could take a hint!” Thom echoed deeply.
The waiter slowed his jog and did a little turn for the both of them, flexing his guns, popping his pecs, giving them a nice view of his ass, as they whistled and clapped, giving him bro-y adulations.
The waiter stood there blushing, and smiled at the two of them as a silence began to hang over them.
“So, what happens now?” he pondered.
“What happens now is I’m gonna fuck this guy up the ass, as promised,” Thom said, pointing to Jacob who rolled his eyes and grinned, remembering his promise.
“Nice, nice…” the waiter replied with a smile, definitely interested in getting in on that, but waiting for anything else.
“… Would you want to join? You and I could Eiffel Tower this beefcake? You wouldn’t mind, would you, Jacob?”
“No way, not at all!” Jacob responded enthusiastically, waggling a tongue out to the waiter and winking.
The waiter thought for a moment. It’s not like he could go back to his job… plus, if he showed these guys he could expertly fool around, then this definitely wouldn’t be the last he’d see of them.
“Fuck it, sure, why not?”
Thom and Jacob cheered and threw their arms around the waiter, taking turns to squeeze his exposed ass, as they walked back to the frat house for a pounding. Maybe Thom could convince the other brothers to suck from his muscle tits—not that it would take much convincing, since all of the brothers were fully aware of Thom’s potent milk—and they could turn this little threesome into a full on orgy of swelling frat bros.
For those who voted. I hope you enjoy this top jock getting bottomed and cucked.
“Holy SHIT! Babe what the hell happened to you?! Y-You’re ginormous.” Jake shouted.
“Get on the couch.” Eric smirked and flexed his new, twitching, muscular frame.
“W-What?!” Jake stammered.
“Get on the couch and show me your hole... slut” Eric commanded.
Jake couldn’t believe his bottom of a boyfriend was now the size of an IFBB Pro star. Nor could he believe he was pushing him around like this. His disbelief quadrupled as he felt his body moving to the couch, his boxers already down at his feet. Jake assumed the position he’d made his boyfriend take countless times. Ass up, on all fours, his virgin, top hole winking in anticipation of what was to come next.
Eric’s huge muscled frame flexed a body much larger than the one that left the house for the gym earlier that day. He now stood at 6’ 5”, his thick rippling muscle spilling out of a stringer tank and poser shorts. A dizzying change from the 5’ 6” twink Jake was used to dominating in the bedroom.
“Now that’s a good slut, mygood bottom slut.”
As Eric spoke, Jake’s world began to shift, turning over onto itself. His eyes darted hungrily to the growing bulge in Eric’s poser. He moaned involuntarily as his ass started to grow fatty and thick, over shadowing his muscular physique.
“Wha-what’s happening to me?!” Jake mewled. His new fat ass shaking with want. “Why can’t I stop looking at your cock?!”
“Because it’s all you think about now you horny bottom slut. You never wanted me to top? Always thought you were god’s gifts to bottoms?” Eric leered. “Let’s change that shall we?”
Eric ripped off his work out gear, now standing in only his new size 13 Nike 77’s, calf high socks and the grungy, sweat stained jockstrap the muscle daddy at the gym had forced into his mouth as he fucked him within an inch of his life. His new, fat 10” cock pulsed at the memory, forming a dark spot along the imprint of his massive appendage.
He still tasted the jockstrap, still felt the potent alpha sperm soaked up in his tight hole that transformed him into the specimen now readying his cock to plow Jake’s virgin hole.
“I’m tired of being the bottom. Things are about to change around here.” Eric pulled down the sweat and cum stained jockstrap, spat on his dick and plunged into his boyfriend’s now hungry hole.
CUCKED BY THE GYM COACH
As Jake took his boyfriend’s gargantuan cock, his world continued to shift and fold. How could he ever think Eric was a bottom? The way he pounded Jake’s muscle pussy? It was nothing Jake had ever felt before…and Jake began to realize he had felt a LOT in his ass throughout the years. At that realization his hole suddenly reformed, loosening a bit with each of Eric’s thrusts, allowing for his man’s 10 inches to breed his man pussy for all it’s worth.
“That’s right slut take it ALL. Can’t help yourself around a big cock, can you?” Eric growled into Jake’s ear. Except for his ass Jake’s muscular, jock body remained unchanged, but he felt so small in his big man’s arms. Jake was always looking for cock to fill his needy mouth and ass…that is until he found Eric or better put, when Eric found his boy button. “Now slut. Daddy is getting close. I need you to clench your hole around my cock.”
With all his might Jake gripped his man’s cock, meeting each thrust with slutty moan.
“Fuck.
Fuck-
Me—
Daaa—
Dddyyy—-
Uhhhaaaeiiiii—“ Jake screamed out as Eric began to jack hammer his cock into his wet hole. The monster cock growing thicker and thicker until finally a torrent of cum exploded from its head deep into Jake’s well used pussy, triggering Jake’s own orgasm. The two men slowed their movements, Eric collapsing on Jake, spasming his cock into his hole.
All of a sudden Jake heard someone clapping, slow at first and then all at once it crescendoed into a full on applause. His eyes darted over to an older man in his 50’s seated on their lazy boy. The man was dressed in camo cut offs, a white tank, and thick military combat boots. He was muscular to the point of cartoonish, with silver hair, and the most intense blue eyes Jake had ever seen.
“Fuck babe that was incredible!” The man cheered, looking to Eric, his eyes smiling. “God you really plowed that bottom’s slut hole didn’t you?” The man admired, his eyes never leaving Eric’s.
“Babe?? Who the fuck are you calling babe? Eric is MY boyfriend.” Jake spat. Suddenly intensely protective.
“Boyfriend? HAH!” The giant, silver fox laughed. “Aren’t you too slutty to have a boyfriend?” Jake’s world began to twist and morph again.
“N—noo. I…” Jake stammered.
“Well maybe you once were boyfriends.” The giant smirked maliciously. “That is…until I came along. Now you’re just his slutty bottom cuck. Isn’t that right? Ya…that’s it isn’t it? Getting off while another man fucks your boyfriend.” Jake began to moan. His hole quivering as the giant stood up. His girthy form taking up his full vision. “You can call me Coach, by the way. It’s what your boyfriend screams out whenever I’m balls deep in his hole. Or whenever he’s balls deep in mine.” The man’s smile grew, his bulge becoming more apparent as he watched Jake got lost in the thought of being a slutty cuck.
Jake’s world continued to turn upside down as he remembered when Coach first came into their lives. His presence so domineering, even when Coach was on the receiving end of Eric’s mighty tool, it always felt like he was in charge. The Goliath made his way over to Eric, who was laid out on his back. Coach flipped him onto his stomach, separated his cheeks and dove in face first to Eric’s puckering man hole.
“Oh ffffuck babe. God your tongue! So thick!” Eric moaned. “Jake could never bring me this pleasure! God YES!” Coach came up for air, grabbed Eric’s head by the hair and forced the buff musclegod into a kiss. His eyes staring red hot into Jake’s as he claimed his alpha boyfriend as his own.
Jake could only moan. Drool spilling from his open mouth as he began to furiously jack off to the sight before him.
“Nu-uhh. No! Did you forgot you dumb slut? You only get pleasure from here.” Coach growled, his body rose up suddenly from Eric’s. He formed two fingers tightly together and unceremoniously began to pummel Jake’s sloppy hole.
“Ohh—oh fuck daddy yes! Fuck my man pussy!” Jake squealed. All at once his cock going soft and dreamily leaking as coach pleasured his prostate.
“Fuck ya, slut. Now, since you’ve been sooo good for Coach…he has a gift for you. The silver giant leered as he walked to a leather duffel bag he’d brought. From it he pulled out the largest dildo Jake had ever seen. Jake’s eyes lit up. “This is an exact mold of my cock. It’s what you play with whenever I’m here fucking your man.” Coach laughed.
Coach slammed the suction cupped dildo down, where it fixed itself firmly to the floor. Jake looked at him with pleading eyes and with a final nod of approval from Coach he launched himself onto the silicon cock before him. His unchanged muscular jock body going full force, while his new fatty, sensitive, muscular ass worshipped the silicon cock underneath it.
“What a fucking slut.” Coach laughed harder. He walked over to Eric, who’s ass was still lifted in the air. His hole winking eagerly for the pummeling it would receive. “Nu—uhh boy. I’ve done enough today. I want you riding my cock in time with your slut of a boyfriend.” Coach said, his eyes boring holes into Jake’s as the slut rode the dildo with wild abandon.
Coach laid his massive frame down on their couch and hoisted his cock into the air. His proud 12inches dripping with precum. Jake rode his new dildo harder as Eric lowered himself onto Coach’s cock. Eric couldn’t help but moan in time with Jake, losing himself to the throbbing cock burying itself in his manhole. The two boyfriends bottomed out onto the cocks that brought them untold pleasure, their eyes rolling into the backs of their heads.
“FUCK if this isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen.” Coach cheered. His breathing becoming ragged as he watched the two men debase themselves for him. Eric began bucking his huge alpha body faster and faster. “That’s it slut. Fuck ya. Milk Coach’s cock for all it’s worth, fuck you’re getting me close!” At that Coach grabbed Eric’s thick muscular sides and took over, pistoning his 12inches in and out of Eric’s wet hole. “Get ready boy, because
HERE—
IT—
COMES!!!!!!! FUUUCKKKK!!!!” Coach’s orgasm ripped through Eric, triggering the muscle giants own orgasm, his ass spasming, his cock shooting volleys of cum all over Coach’s giant hairy chest and muscle gut.
At the same time Jake femininely squealed as his own orgasm rocketed through him at the sight of his boyfriend getting bred by the very real cock that he rode as a dildo. His body convulsed, his ass a quivering mess, as his forever soft cock drained cum all over the floor. He barely had enough time to catch his breath before Coach called him over.
“Slut. Come clean us up.” Jake crawled over to the two giant men and began to lick them clean of all the cum they’d spilled, moaning all the while as he served his boyfriend and Coach. “Well babe I’d say it’s time for bed. Slut, clean up the house. We expect breakfast in the morning.” With that the Alphas of the house moved to the bedroom once belonging to Jake and Eric and closed the door.
Jake began to clean the pool off cum he’d unleashed when he heard the unmistakable sound of bed springs moving rapidly…he tried so hard to resist, but he couldn’t. The muscular, jock slut pounced onto the giant dildo once again and began riding it for all it was worth, screaming out as he pummeled his manpussy into eternity.
“Pups for sale” the sign read in black blocky letters. John couldn’t believe it. He was just talking to his girlfriend about adopting a dog and here a sign just up the road from his house was offering them up. He couldn’t wait! He called the number.
“Heeelllo”, a voice drawled over the receiver. “How can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m calling for the dogs for sale. Just wanted to to check and make sure you still had some.”
“Oh sure, we got plenty of pups. Take the exit off 95, can’t miss us.”
“Great! Is there an address or—“ **click**. The call ended. “Well okay then…guess we’re doing this the old fashioned way.”
John made his way down the highway and turned off 95. In his mind all the businesses off these highways were sleazy, porno hubs; but sure enough, a small building appeared as the last gleams of sunshine touched the horizon. As John entered the building he was overcome by a strong musk. His nose turned up at the heavy odor. It was like someone had thrown him head first into a hamper of his fellow Rugby bros used jockstraps…maybe this wasn’t the place for him. He heard a whimper behind one of the doors. Curious, he pushed the door slightly ajar.
“Well hi there. You must be the man that called earlier, John was it?” John turned around with a start to find himself looking down at a wiry, muscular man.
“Hi yes, but I don’t recall giving you my name-“
“Well, ain’t you a brick shit house? You’re gonna make one of these pups mighty happy. Come on in and we’ll get you outfitted.”
John wanted to protest, but the longer he huffed the potent, musk ladened air the less his mind could function. He found himself lumbering behind the scrawnier man toward a counter racked with leather collars and leashes, chains and crops. Before John could protest he found the man pulling off his shirt. John’s muscled chest was now on full display. To his horror his shoes and pants were next to follow. He could only watch as his jock strap covered crotch came into full view. Why was his bulge getting hard?! Was he getting off on this? His girlfriend would never forgive him.
“My oh my. We don’t have to change that jock that’s for sure. You worked out hard in that. Now why is a straight man such as yourself wearing jockstrap?”
“Rugby practice.” John responded robotically.
“Hot. Well I said straight, but you won’t be for long, just keep huffing away at that air.” The nearly naked John found himself breathing deeper, his body covered in a heavy sheen of sweat. Getting smellier and smellier with each passing second.
“Fuuckkkk”, John breathed out. Although lost in the pheromone haze, he felt incredible. He peered down at the smaller man, just in time to see him uncapping a dark bottle and emptying a thick oil onto his hands. Those hands made their way to his body. His chest heaving as they made purchase. His whole body vibrating as it absorbed the strange liquid; his muscles began to heave and swell larger and larger.
He could no longer see past his muscled chest, which quickly became coated in a thick pelt of black curly hairs, his sweat soaking into his new hairy chest. His abs rippled and convulsed into hairy cobblestones. His arms erupted into thick hairy hammers held up by his lats. His armpits began to emit the same pungent musk that permeated the air as wiry, rough hairs curled out from them. John could only feel as his legs followed suit, his jockstrap barely able to contain his new thick package and heavy balls. His legs became thick and muscular and just as hairy as the rest of him, his feet enormous and smelly.
“FUUUCCKKKK!!!” John’s new cock began to pulse and then surged to life, ripping his jockstrap to smithereens as pre cum and stink began to leak from the tip. The new hairy beast of a man could finally think again, but his thoughts drifted to new places. The overpowering musk from the place clarified into individual smells that he could piece out. Each one led him down a scent filled trail. He suddenly knew what kind of “pup” he would be taking home with him.
As the realization settled in he began seeing the gear that surrounded him in a new light. He needed a new jockstrap after all. He grabbed leashes and collars, he fitted his new massive body with a harness, leather gauntlets and bands. He was fitted with a new leather jock as well. Adorned with a thick zipper that covered a large cod piece, just big enough to hold his massive cock and bull balls. He pulled assless chaps over his tree trunk thighs and found size 13 boots to cover his gargantuan smelly feet.
The newly minted leather daddy breathed in deeply, pushing his wiry creator aside. The sleazy man could only watch in proud admiration as John followed his nose to a scent so sweet it was impossible to ignore. He made his way to the door he almost walked in earlier and with a heavy shove he slammed the door open. There before him was the most beautiful pup he’d ever seen, golden hair, blue eyes, muscled in all the right places with a fatty chest and plump, thicc ass. The daddy adjusted his chaps as fresh blood pumped to his fat cock.
“I’ll take him.” He smiled and with a quick **click** he attached the new leather collar and leash and led his new pup to his truck.
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Several months passed, Master John and his pup Jake developed an impossibly strong bond. Out in the real world they were husbands, devoted and kind, the type of gays you’d want at your neighborhood barbecue. But behind closed doors? Jake was Spark the devoted pup to his Master, his holes always ready for use, his body smooth and immaculately tended to, his only purpose in life was to fulfill his masters every sexual desire.
Master’s scent drove all the other Dads in the neighborhood wild annd after asserting his dominance, Master would bring over other daddies for “poker night”. With each game the men would slowly transform into hot, hairy muscle beasts just like John, but none so dominant. Spark’s job was to service the smelly men in any way they needed. Often times they would unzip their jeans allowing Spark full access to their ever growing bones under the poker table. The ultimate pot winner was awarded the use of Spark’s tight asshole. The night always ended with Spark howling and whimpering as he bounced up and down on the hairy, smelly, muscular prize winner. His cock only spraying when Master John gave his permission. “Okay Spark…CUM!”
Maybe the other Daddies would have to get live in pups of their own? I’m sure their wives would understand. Master John knew just the place where they could adopt.
This is an excerpt from my story “Slut Shame” a tale of a monogamous man who shames the wrong slut. His boyfriend and life are stolen as he becomes the slut he shamed. You can read that and many other of my free stories here:
Dave and Steve see themselves as monogamous. Clark sees them as corruptable.
enjoy…
Six months have passed since that night. The texts from Steve becoming fewer and fewer until finally Dave found himself single, but he was never alone. Dave fucked his way though whole city blocks. In parks, in cars, on beaches, and movie theaters. It wasn't long before he got a reputation around the city as the newest Slut in town. He reveled in the knowledge that people knew he would more than likely blow them if they had a decent cock. Dave became a regular on the second floor of the Red Hawk. He loved the freedom of strutting around in his jockstrap, showing off his gym honed ass; something he worked meticulously hard to grow in the last few months since breaking up with Steve.
After one particularly dick filled evening Dave decided to venture downstairs to dance on the first floor, when who should he see, but CLARK! The man was sex on legs. He was surprised to see him fully dressed. How could he have never taken him up on the chance to ride his perfect cock? He was standing alone on the dance floor. Maybe he could finally get his chance to fuck this God. He confidently strode over to the sexy man.
"Well well, if it isn't Clark." Dave purred.
"Hey Dave! How you been?" Clark smiled back jovially.
"It has been a night...I'm hoping to make it better." Dave said, his hand palming Clark's cock.
"Ya, we actually saw you upstairs. You really put on a show! How many loads did you take?" Clark smirked. There was something in his eyes Dave could not quite place.
"At least forty I'd say! Why don't we make our own show? You're awfully overdressed Clark" Dave said, as he continued fondling Clark's thick club.
"Dave, you are so hot and the biggest Slut I know, but I'm actually here with someone."
"A threesome! Hot!" Dave swooned.
"Sorry Dave, Steve and I are actually going steady now." Clark nodded toward the man walking up with their drinks.
"Hey Babe." Steve said with a smile. "Oh. Dave, hi! It's been a while. I would ask how you've been, but we saw you upstairs. Great work." Steve said, handing his new boyfriend a water bottle.
In a flash Dave felt his world turn upside down. Wasn't Steve supposed to be with him? He looked down at the slutty jockstrap he wore in stark contrast to the fully clothed Steve and Clark.
"Sorry Dave, we decided to put up boundaries now and close the relationship. We're actually taking a cross country road trip for our six month anniversary. But who knows? Maybe one day we could open our relationship up to a Slut like you."Clark smiled moving Dave's hand from his fully hardened cock.
“Wait…this is wrong. Steve is supposed to be my boyfriend. You’re the slut!”
“Hey babe I’ll let you finish up your chat with Dave. Meet at coat check?” Steve said smiling deeply to Clark.
“Sure babe, just give me a minute.” Clark responded with a smile back.
As Steve left, Clark’s smile turned devilish towards Dave. He roughly grabbed the muscular hairy man by his jock and bent him over slightly.
Dave could not deny how much he loved the manhandling. With Clark’s free hand he roughly inserted two fingers up Dave’s loose, used hole. With a moan Dave squirmed under Clark’s touch, pushing his ass back against the invasion.
“Now you listen here you little Slut.” Clark spat in Dave’s ear. "One day I’m going to claim this ass for my own, but not until you really live like I did. God I miss it, but watching you succumb to it is so much better. I think you need to celebrate tonight,” Clark whispered into Dave’s ear. His fingering continued at a fever pitch, eliciting high pitched moans from Dave.
“Tonight you’re going to take as many loads as you can. If they are hard for you, you’ll accept any cock. Any time they allow to video the encounter you will take them up on it. I'll need some entertainment while I'm on this road trip with your ex. Sounds hot doesn't it?"
"Y-yess. Ohh fuck yes Clark. So hot!" Clark continued mashing Daves boy button, sending him to new slutty heights.
"I want you to keep building this ass up. Hell, build this body up. Become the dumb, hairy, himbo Slut you were always meant to be. By the time we return from this trip Steve should be good and ready to claim this ass with me. I know you'll love that, me and your soul mate DPing this perfect ass." Dave could only moan in response. "Now cum, Slut and let it be the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had." Clark commanded.
And cum Dave did. He saw stars, his hole pulsed and grabbed greedily at Clark's finger. He pushed back harder and harder as his untouched cock exploded. Dave fell into new slutty depths he never thought he could reach.
"The second floor awaits you, Dave. 'I wouldn't want to cut into your search time for dick.'" Clark sang into Dave's ear as he removed his fingers wiping the remnants of loads on Dave's hairy chest.
Dave felt like a new man. He knew Clark had stolen his life, his man, his monogamous tendencies, but all he needed in that moment was to get dicked down by as many men as possible. How hot it would be to film every encounter and entice Clark with the videos. Maybe he would share them Steve, Dave hoped. Without so much as a goodbye he bounded back upstairs, his ass bouncing with each step. The second floor was where a Slut like him belonged. He made his way to the bathroom, when his heart seized. There before him stood the giant in assless chaps he had jacked off so many months ago.
"Still have that boyfriend?" The giant rumbled releasing his leather bound cock with a zip. "Come to Daddy, Slut." The man commanded. Dave already pulling out his phone and recording as he dropped to his knees
It was going to be a long night.
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