Thefty-o

[malebodytf]

Bryce was at the clinic, scrolling through his phone, waiting his turn. He sat with effortless confidence, legs spread wide as if he owned the place, naturally taking up more space than anyone else. His massive frame spilled over the cheap plastic chair, making it look far too small for him.

He was built like someone who lived in the gym, showcasing years of disciplined training. At 6'4" and 215 of pure, competition-ready muscle, he was a walking wet dream, thick slabs of pecs straining his tight compression shirt, boulder shoulders, and dense arms that measured a veiny 18 inches cold. His quads stretched his gym shorts obscenely, the fabric clinging to every cut and striation earned from years of heavy iron and clean eating. He scrolled through his Instagram, smirking at the flood of likes on his latest thirst-trap post about him hitting a double biceps pose, sweat-slick and pumped.

He then saw the post again and was reminded why he was here, an advertisement for a blood drive at this clinic, promising protein snacks from a nutrition sponsor. He wasn't a fan of needles, but he wasn't about to pass up free stuff.

"Everyone here probably thinks these gains aren’t natural and assumes I’m juicing. As if. Fuck that. I'm in top shape and I built this body the right way, natural prime beef. If someone's getting blood today, they might as well get the good shit".

As an attractive woman across the room briefly caught his attention he adjusted his posture without thinking, rolling his shoulders back. He straightened a little more, flaring his lats just enough to make his shirt ride up and reveal the deep V-cut of his abs, letting his physique sit just right under the fluorescent lights. His big cock twitched lazily in his shorts at the attention, thick even when soft.

"Mr. Bryce Jackson"

A skinny nurse interrupted his train of thought. The guy was a total contrast: pale, scrawny, and wearing a pair of glasses, maybe 5'6" with narrow shoulders and arms that looked like they could snap under a grocery bag.

Bryce stood, towering over him, and smirked internally. "Look at this little twig" "Some of us just hit the genetic lottery".

Once seated, the nurse ran his finger over Bryan's upper arm, his eyes lingering a second too long on his pumped biceps. The touch felt almost worshipful, pressing, tracing the thick vein that snaked over the peak, then wrapping his slim fingers around the massive bicep like he was measuring a prize.

The needle went in and at first, it was just the usual pinch. Then, a rhythmic and subtle pulse began. Bryce’s vision blurred as something far more than blood flowed out. His proud bicep softened under the tech’s palm. "What the… fuck?" he muttered, watching in horror as the thick muscle deflated, shrinking from a cannonball size to a soft, flat lump. His forearms withered next, veins collapsing as dense mass drained away. His shirt suddenly hung loose over pecs that were rapidly flattening into a smooth, boyish chest.

He tried to move, but his limbs wouldn't respond. Panic continued to build inside him as his shoulders narrowed, traps melting away. His powerful back rounded, spine compressing with an audible shift. Thick quads that could squat a small car dwindled into skinny, trembling sticks. His shorts sagged around a shrinking ass and thighs, the heavy bulge between his legs dwindling to something pathetic and small. Bryce’s feet no longer reached the floor the same way as his height visibly shrank.

"St–stop" he can barely gasped, voice cracking higher, head spinning with dizzying lightness. His body felt utterly drained, and through his blurred vision he watched his body continue to change, his confidence and identity slipping away.

Suddenly the world went black.

When Bryce woke up, he was still reclined in the chair, shirtless, heart pounding. The promised proteins snack on his side. He realized a pair of glasses was placed on his face. He stared down at his new form: his once-dominant body now slim, soft, and frail. Skinny arms, narrow chest, short legs dangling.

The clothes that had once clung tightly to his muscular frame now hung loosely from him. An "I Donated!" sticker was plastered mockingly on his flat pectoral. His cock, once thick and a source of pride, now was a mere nub that twitched pathetically in his now-baggy shorts.

Across the room, the clinic staff member stood in front of the mirror, now a towering, heavily muscled figure. Massive deltoids capped arms thicker. His chest was a shelf of striated power, abs carved like bricks, and quads that strained the seams of his stolen scrubs.

The man slowly raised his new arms into a double biceps pose, the peaks surging up obscenely high, veins throbbing like they were about to burst. He flexed harder, grunting with raw pleasure as the muscles ballooned, the sheer erotic power making his own impressive bulge strain visibly against the fabric. He turned, eyes gleaming with lustful triumph, and sauntered over to the shrunken donor.

The new muscle stud struck another pose, his pecs exploding outward in thick, juicy slabs while his lats flared wide. He groaned, voice deeper, sexier. One huge hand casually palmed his own bulging crotch, squeezing the fat, heavy cock that now matched his godlike body.

He leaned down close to Bryce’s wide-eyed, humiliated face, still casually flexing one colossal arm inches from the smaller man’s nose. The scent of raw masculinity, sweat, power, and stolen dominance washed over him.

The man said in a low voice with a smug grin behind his mask:

"Thank you for your donation"

[dreamertf]

"It's not about the money, whore"

/tw: nonconsenual

/muscle drain, nerd to jock, straight to gay

His deep voice spat out at me. It was the last thing I heard as he slid his huge cock into my ass, my hole twitching in anticipation.

---

Jason was a totally nerd, a dweeb, a loser. I had fucked him up a little, stole some money, the usual– but this one afternoon he seemed too calm. He passed by me as I leaned up against the locker, usually he'd try his best to avoid me; stick to the opposite side of the hallway, take a different path, hide behind another group of people– but he was just a foot or teo away from me. Like I didn't exist. A masculine earthy slightly musky smell wofted into my nose as he passed, wven with my years of lockerroom experience– I had never once smelt anything so masculine, intoxicating.

I started trailing behind me. Usual routine, get him isolated and take his shit– but as we rounded the corner he stood there waiting for me. Not even trying to run away. He pulled me close with a terrifying amount of strength for such a small body, pushing me against the cold hallway walls.

"Things are gonna change real soon, I bet you're already starting to feel it." His voice wasn't timid anymore, fully confident, dominant. That smell intensified as I felt my stomach flutter.

He let go and walked away, I was too shocked to say anything.

---

Over the next week I started noticing small things, my buddy Raj started shaving, his manicured facial hair that he kept for the ladies was completely gone. Brandon started talking a little higher. I swear I watched Gage's shoulders become more narrow.

And for some reason, I couldn't get myself to bully Jason.

Friday I was sitting outside in the quad with the boys for lunch, and he was at a table in the corner– watching us with those intense eyes. In the past week he had grown in some facial hair, facial hair that looked eerily similar to Raj's.

I got dizzy as I realized that my perspective was shortening, like the universe was squishing us down. I glanced over at him, suprised to see a wispy faint translucent string connecting all of to him like he was the spoke of a wheel. He smirked and I tried to get up, I tried to confront him, but I couldn't.

I stared into my locker. My eyes locked on the mirror I had mounted on the locker door. The cheap magnets had lost their grip so it sat naturally at the bottom, caught by the lip of the door. It was something that used to bother me, but now it was my height.

My eyes were bigger, my face a little cuter. I had definately lost some definition in my muscles but something in me was telling me it was okay.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand wrap arpund my waist, gently.

"Meet me at my house tonight, okay?" Jason said, his voice deeper, raspy. He handed me a sticky note that had his address and number on it.

I gulped and nodded.

---

Arrive to his house you stepped onto the creaky porch, half expecting to be ambushed right then and there. He opened the door before you even knocked. A sexy grin plastered on his face. "Hey" he said, stepping to the side to let me in.

The living room was well decorated, clearly his parents had taken care in making sure to put photos of everyone up. A family portrait showed his whole family at the beach. Three sons, one daughter, and two happy parents. His dad looked imposing, taller, very well muscled, and extremely handsome. His mother was gorgeous, long flowy hair, perfect skin. He was the tallest out of his siblings, and the most attractive. Which was saying something considering the rest of his siblings could all be models. Their bodies were all very athletic, taut. Somehow every single person had abs.

Something was telling me that this isn't how they always looked, I swear I had memories of seeing him with his parents before and they were not this attractive.

I unzipped my oversized hoodie and felt the coldness of the air on my stomach. Looking down I was suprised to see that my shirt had turned intro a crop top.

"Lookin good" he purred, leading me down the hallway. He had to be 6'5" at this point, contrasting my 5'6"

His room was neat, except for his desk, papers strewn about the place like he had been researching something obsessively.

"You're probably wondering what's going on" his voice made my body vibrate. It took everything to not show how turned on I was.

He gently pushed me onto the bed, my breath hitched. As he straddled me. He took off his shirt as I watched his toned torso ripple. His hair fell over his face in a picturesque way. His large hands slid down from his pecs down his abs,

"I look good huh?" He whispered, admiring his handiwork.

A burning feeling came over me as I continued to watch him touch himself, his body looming over mine as I watched his vascular hands trail his skin inches away from my face. His abs twitched as the burning feeling intensified in my stomach. Another row of abs revealed themselves, making it an eight pack. Looking down at my own stomach I had realized that the definition had mostly disappeared, although a few faint lined did indicate that they were there. He looked up at the ceiling, his long vascular neck seemed to stretch up and up as I watched him in awe. His adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed, moans escaping his breath as he grew more defined all over.

"I've been enjoying taking everything from you guys"

"I-i'm sorry. I don't want to be like this! I want to go back!" I scrrambled backwards towards the headboard of his bed and he just smirked. Snapping as I felt a numbness come over my mind. It was impossible to not be horny right now, feeling as my dick finally gave in, creating an outline in my jeans.

"P-please... I- I'll pay you back, ill do anything." I cried. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down as he revealed a giant throbbing dick. Even behind his briefs it was impressive.

He pulled me by my legs, and I gave way. All I could do was stare at him. "I need you in me" i said on autopilot. He took my clothes off my body like an animal, ripping my shirt to shreds. I moaned as he flipped me around, he didnt struggle at all as he teased me, barely putting the tip in. My own sizeable dick made a wet spot of pre on his sheets, the burning feeling coming back in my dick. I didn't need to see to know what was happening as my dick shrivled up. I felt the head of his dick swell bigger as his moans became deeper.

I was still trying to fight back, but I wanted him in me.

"I-i'll give you the mone-" i gasped as he drove his dick into me, not quickly, but abrupt.

"It's not about the money, whore."

He pumped in and out as my dick continued to become smaller, he was pulsing bigger inside of me.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck!" I screamed into the sheets. My voice was higher. More flamboyant.

"Good boy" he growled between grunts, his voice considerably deeper as my whole body lit on fire.

[kemerooter]

[brandedx2]

Happy Pride Month, part 2

[brandedx2]

Happy Pride Month part 4

[brandedx2]

Parasite.

[brandedx2]

“Deep down, these big boys are all just little cuties.”

[dreamertf]

Like a God

I've known that I was a Swapper since middle school, but I couldn't exactly use my power at all. Usually, people would have to agree to a swap for it to work- but I found a loophole. I found out that i could get them to pseudo agree if I agreed to do something on my end-- they didn't have to know about it.

"I'll do your homework" for 5 pounds of muscle.

So of course I made myself a target for the frats, and that didn't take much. All I had to do was offer to help out with homework once, the rest would funnel to me through word of mouth.

At 2 weeks I had gained 50 pounds of muscle, and nearly a foot in height. Seeing abs on my scrawny ass body for the first time was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable- like a god. If I wanted to I could just "trade" my services for a bigger amount- but I want it to be gradual. I want to feel my muscles pulse bigger with each guy. I want to see the frats losing life as they slowly become dweebs. It's more fun to drag out their torture.

You could tell the ones that would come to me more, Jackie– he would've killed me if i called him that a month ago- is now a 5'6" hyperfeminine twink. And boy can that boy take a dick.

Of course I'm the one who controls the transfer, so I started changing the way I stole. Some guys that were late to the party got lucky. I would let them keep their muscle, but I'd drain their dominance and an inch or so off their dick. This guy for example used to be an asshole, now he begs for my cock, just like the rest of my cumdumps.

I know that deep down they remembered their past selves. They remembered that they used to be taller, straight. -but that's the thing about us Swappers, once we've imprinted on you, there's no going back.

The days passed by and I admit, I got a little overzealous. Right now I'm 7 feet tall, 350 pounds of pure muscle, swinging around the biggest dick you've seen in your life. Most of the fags I drained just hangout around me now, I think they think of me as a god of some kind. A god that took away their suffering, giving them pleasure by fucking them with the dick i stole from them.

[brandedx2]

Couples therapy.

[brandedx2]

Owner of a drag bar and owner of a leather bar settling their rivalry once and for all.

[brandedx2]

“Aw, what a cute couple! It’d be a shame if someone came between them…”

[brandedx2]

“Somebody oughta put those gays in their place…”

[soul-controller]

Hi, I'm a very small old man. Recently I've been troubled by my young bodybuilder neighbor being rude to me. I don't think he deserves that big muscle, so can you transfer this young man's muscle and height to me? I want to teach him how to be 'polite' to an old man.

The Old Dog's New Trick

Sitting there gardening in the front yard of your house, you groan as you hear footsteps approaching. Nick was the hotshot young bodybuilder that was living a few doors down from your house, and to your annoyance, he loved to taunt you. Despite having no stable career and still living at home with his parents’, Nick’s ego had grown to incredible proportions as his body inflated with muscle. By the time he entered his first bodybuilding competition when he was 18, he believed that he was the king of the world. Being that you were an older man who clearly wasn’t as gifted in terms of muscles, he got off on taunting you in your weaker state. Approaching, the man was completely shirtless and wearing only a set of grey athletic shorts and a cocky wide grin.

Trying your best to ignore him, you continue to tend to your flowers while the shadow of his bulky frame above you blocks the heat of the afternoon sun. “How sad, an old man left with no friends but some ugly flowers…” he says, his hearty chuckle causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. “What do you want today Nick?” you ask, attempting to ignore his shady comments and get to the point of his visit. “Oh, nothing much. Just wanting to show off what a real man looks like to a wrinkling old fart like you!” he retorts, his voice dripping in pure unbridled cockiness. Despite your best intentions to ignore him and remain calm, he continues to taunt you and demand you turn to face him.

But as he moves his thick hand towards your shoulder, your body twists surprisingly fast as your older hand grasps around his wrist. Gasping in annoyance, the man attempts to pull away, but he suddenly finds himself unable to pull away. Looking up towards him, an annoyed look of disgust manifests on your face as you take in the bulky vision of the man. “You don’t deserve those muscles. You’re just a pathetic weak little man deep down…” you say, gritting your teeth as you feel pure rage coursing through your veins.

“Fuck you gramps, get your hands off of me!” he cries out, attempting to free himself from the iron-clad grasp you have on him. Looking down at your arm, Nick stares in disbelief as he watches your weathered skin begin to inflate with muscle as his quickly deflates in response. “Holy shit man, let me go! I’m sorry!” Nick cries out, but you’re refusing to loosen your grip. You wanted to teach him a lesson in the best way possible, so as he continued to freak out as his muscles dwindled and yours began to stretch the limits of your shirts, you knew that he was getting his just desserts.

With his arms becoming pencil-thin and his pectorals deflated until he’s completely flat-chested, you’re in complete awe as the inverse happens to you. Feeling your body fill up with such power and strength is incredibly alluring, which leaves you eager to continue the muscle drain. Staring at his exposed torso, you can’t help but grin devilishly at the man as his abs sink deep within his body and manifest onto your body instead. By this point, the man’s broad stance had been condensed inward, which only further showcased his flat torso and quickly-shrinking body. Still laying on the ground, you watched as your view of Nick grew closer as you grew taller and he shrank in height.

By the time the height had finished swapping between the two of you, the transformation had completed as your legs had exploded in muscle and replaced the former thick and flabby thighs you once had. Loosening your grip, you chuckled at the scrawny man who now looked quite strange while shirtless. “Looks like someone needs to respect their elders huh?” you said, a deep bellowing laugh intimidating the former bodybuilder to the point where he ran off crying back to his parents’ house.

Unfortunately for Nick, by the time he got home, reality had been partially warped to fit Nick’s new appearance. Instead of being an aspiring bodybuilder, Nick’s new life was that of a slacker. Having dropped out of college and moving back home, he was stuck in a dead-end job in retail that completely drained him of his joy. While Nick retained all of his memories about who he used to be, his parents had their memories altered to match their new reality. Instead of joy and encouragement about their son pursuing his passions, they now felt intense shame and disappointment in their failure of a child.

As Nick began to obsess over the older man who had stolen his muscles and rewritten his life, his family felt incredible disgust as they perceived the reason to be that their son had a daddy kink. Despite their best intentions to help sway him to find people of his own age bracket, they always found Nick going back to their older neighbor down the street. While they assumed that their child was being fucked by the buff older man, the reality of the situation was quite different.

Heading over to your house once a week, Nick couldn’t help but miss the muscles and life that were stolen from him. As a result, you made a deal with him that allowed him to come over and worship the muscles that were rightfully taken away from him. If he continued to do this, you vowed to give him back some of his muscles, but in reality you had no intention of ever doing this. To you, this was just another way of furthering his humiliation. Just a weak twig of a man appreciating the muscles of a real man, a man who had always deserved them...

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[bodyswappingandshit]

“Thank you, kid! I will love having all these muscles” the old man said while flexing his new muscles that he stole from his grandson.

“No, you need to give them back to me” the young man wanted to cry, he can’t believe his grandpa stole everything he has been working so hard for.

The young man used to be a bodybuilder, one of the cockiest bodybuilders, he thought no one was on his level, he even called himself a god. Thanks to his grandfather, he learnt a lesson that he’ll never forget.

@citizenies thanks for the photos, I’ll try my best to write all of them

[brandedx2]

Grand Theft Musclemass.

[makingrealalphas-deactivated202]

“Oh really? What a poor soul Ben is. Does he think his Chronivac Lite could do any harm to ny newly updated Chronivac? “Frank Hendrickson will be my personal bitch, always hungry for my cock and all of his muscle and douchey attitude will become mine,” Trying to make me his little bitch again after I stole all of the glory he has and ripped himself from his real identity? Not like he remembered his past life tho. How the hell he found Chronivac too tho, guess I made him fueled with such lust the Chronivac met him in the middle of the way just like me when I envied him so bad several years ago. He must be thinking that Chronivac is hoax after this since it’s not working the way he wished for. Better test it out on somebody else, bitch,“ Frank clicked the red popped-up button on his screen and the world around him glitched a little as it blocked the Chronivac effect “Now, I kinda miss my taut abs, let’s see is there anyone around here fit the bill,” he said, rubbing his cub-like abdominal muscle that started to lose some of its form and tighthness

[heytopman]

Trainer from the Trained Pt. 2

“I get it Joshy. You earned this sweat after training me so hard. Now cover up, you look like a whore.” Mike said condescendingly, throwing a noticeably smaller towel in Joshy’s direction. Mike grabbed what appeared to be a letter from his shorts as well. He tucked it into his towel as he led the way to the sauna.

Joshy quickly covered up his manhood, flipping his cock upward and tightly wrapping his towel around his midsection. Once his cock was put away Joshy realized just how small his towel was. His thick bubble butt stuck out obscenely, barely covered by the thin fabric.

“Don’t you think this towel is a little fruity?" Joshy asked.

“Fruity? What a funny word. Joshy. Tell me honestly. What did you think of me before this afternoon?” Mike asked.

“I thought you were a fag. At first I didn’t want to train you. I couldn’t stand fags, especially the girly ones, but you actually helped me realize all fags aren’t bad.” Joshy spoke.

“I thought it was something like that. Joshy, listen up. You changed me for the better. Now I’m going to return the favor. You love ‘fruity’ things. All things ‘fruity’ in fact.” Mike said with directness. Joshy instantly knew that to be true. Man did his client know him! “You especially love acting femme. You now talk with a lisp and mostly utilize your higher register. ” With that Joshy’s gait began to change as they walked towards the sauna doors, becoming wider, more languid, showing off his ass as he followed behind Mike’s gym pumped form. His lips pursed. He widened his eyes, making them appear more doe like.

Mike held open the large glass door to the sauna. Plumes of thick white steam poured forth.

“Thank you, thir.” Joshy lisped, his voice pitching higher. Mike smiled at that, feeling ever more the man.

The spa was exceptional. Atlas Gym sparing no expense on amenities. The walls were covered in aspen, several nooks and benches formed artfully designed areas for members to lounge and talk out plans. However, Mike had different ideas for these spaces. He led Joshy to a particularly secluded section of benches walled off by intricate wicker walls designed to look like birds nests, with woven private rooms and various levels of benches it was perfect for what Mike had in mind. Mike stopped here, removing his towel and letting his long cock splay out over his legs. Joshy opted to keep his towel on, sitting daintly down on the bench and crossing his legs.

“Joshy, you were just telling me how fruity you are.” Mike said smirking, loving how the man before him became completely changed in demeanor.

“Oh right.” Joshy chirped. “it’th tho weird, like, everyone thinkth I’m gay, but I’m as thstraight ath they come, girl!” Joshy giggled.

“Joshy…enough fooling. You’re gayer than a three dollar bill. You’re a walking, talking faggot, unable to concentrate when a real man’s package is visible. You’d do most anything to suck and get fucked by a big dick. Total size queen, you. Why do you think you love the smell of my sweat so much? You’re a fag slut Joshy, just accept it.” Mike snarled. His cock slowly rising like a flag pole as he uttered his latest command at Joshy.

“But I…no…the woman out front? I—I told you how I wanted to bang-“ Joshy sputtered, holding for dear life to his hetero-sexuality.

“Mikey you told me you loved her outfit. How you want to get more into cardio, because you’ve gotten too big.”

“I—You— you’re doing something to me. I gotta get out of here!” Joshy jumped up, his small towel falling to the floor as he swished and ran with his wrists bent. Mike lept up too, moving like lightning, his long legs carryong him faster to the door. Joshy collided straight into the tall jock’s hairy, sweaty chest. The man’s deep musk invading his nostrils.

The wheels began turning in Joshy’s mind as the stench began permeating through his senses. He gasped, realizing it was the smell rewriting his mind. Mike’s funk was controlling him. He covered his nose, breathing through his mouth. He tried with all his might to rub the sweat from his face. Mike only chuckled deeply as he lazily grabbed the back of Joshy’s head and shoved it into his other pit.

“So you figured it out, huh?” Mike said through a smile. “I have you to thank for it, Joshy. It wasn’t until we started training together that I realized the power of my musk. My whole life I never hit the gym, always too afraid to take the plunge. But when I began training with you—something changed, I started producing, what I can only think to call, pheromones…they don’t work on women, but for whatever reason men go crazy around my musk. They fall right in line. Right under my control.” Mikey smirked at the struggling hunk before him.

"I couldn’t believe it at first. I jokingly made commands to friends at work and they’d oddly fulfill them. Small things at first, buying me lunch on their dime and then bigger things like my asshole boss’ need to suck me off under my desk every day after giving me a 15% raise.”

Joshy continued breathing through his mouth, until Mike’s large hand covered it. The smaller, thick body builder held out as long as he could, his face turning red until…He gasped, he sputtered, he lost. Joshy’s hand pulled away from his nose for a deep breath. Mike’s pungent odor filled his nostrils with a burning funk.

“There, there Joshy. Just breath. Breathe deep, slut. Breathe deeper than you ever have before.” Joshy moaned and huffed and huffed and moaned into Mike’s armpit, tears streaming down his face as he succumbed to Mike’s pheromones.

“Mike this is wrong. You can’t just change people.” Joshy pleaded through his huffs and licks. “People have lives!”

“I know-I promise I know. But that’s why I need you. Once I transform you I’m going to use my musk on myself. I don’t want to become the power hungry twats I hated. I just need one guy to ground me and that has to be you. You’re the only one who can reshape me, Joshy. Please.

Joshy looked upon his client’s handsome, pained face. Seeing honesty in his eyes he nodded. He succumbed to Mike’s words.

“Now slut. Accept everything I just told you. Tell me what you are.” Joshy took in one final huff, filling his lungs with the potent mix.

"I’m totally a fag thslut for real men’th dick.” Joshy moaned in between huffing Mike’s sweaty pits. “I’m, like, totally obsethed with your thmelly pitsth, Mike. Fuck Daddy, can I thuck you off?” Joshy lisped, going weak at the knees as he pawed at Mike’s fat cock.

“In a minute Joshy. First tell me honestly about the blonde woman on the elyptical from earlier.”

“She ith like totally fierce!” Joshy responded in between huffs. “I’m jealous because I need to get on her cardio game. I’m, like, waaay too big right now.” Joshy sighed.

“Never fret Joshy. Let’s go back to our room and I can tell you some more fun things. We can even strategize next steps for your fitness game and then I need you to read this to me as I huff my own stink. It will ensure I never use this power on anyone ever again, unless it is deemed valid by you.” Mike said assuredly.

God he was so perfect, Joshy thought and nodded like bobble head as Mike led them back to their nested room. His large hand held Joshy’s smaller one. Joshy knew he was stronger than Mike, but he felt so small around the man.

Mike laid Joshy down on a tall wooden bench, designed as a massage table. Mike placed his now swishy trainer’s thick neck and head into a cushioned pillow for support. His face open to the floor below. Massage oil was conveniently located at the bench’s side.

Mike marvelled at the man before him. Just an hour ago Josh drilled Mike like a machine, relentlessly commanding his body through rigourous sets. Now Mike would return the favor to his sweet Joshy.

"Joshy I want you to completely relax for me. Accept what I say easily.” Mike languidly spelled out. The large bodybuilder sighed out contentedly, his eyes closing, his breathing deepening as he took more of Mike’s musk into his lungs. Mike coated his hands with oil and began to rub the pronated man before him, their sweat acting to further lubricate his strong motions.

“Joshy you are my boyfriend. I am the only man for you. You are my little fag slut, bottom of a trainer. Your cock never gets hard and the pleasure you receive centers from this fat ass.” Mike laid out plainly. beginning to work open Joshy’s soon to be loose hole.

“Oh fuck daddy.” Joshy moaned. “You feel thooo good.” Mike smirked down at the writhing man on his two fingers. He began pistoning in and out of his new boyfriend’s pussy, that girly lisp music to his ears.

"Over the next few months, Joshy, you will completely reshape your fitness program. I like twinks with fat asses and flaccid cocks. Your sole effort will be to shed this bulky muscle, except that of your legs and ass; There I need you to redouble your efforts. Grow big Joshy. Grow a fat, muscle ass for daddy with huge thighs and calves to match. A fat ass with a hyper sensitive pussy.” Mike said, his fingering increasing in speed, a third thick finger added to play Joshy’s boy button.

“Fuck. Feelth thoo good! Yeth daddy, fuck—but wait. My manager. The team. I’m thupothed to be sthrong.” Joshy moaned out as his pussy continued to open.

“I’ll take care of them…In fact I think it is time for you to move on from this company altogether. With you by my side we can start our own gym” Mike said thoughtfully. Without so much as a word, Mike pulled out his fingers from Joshy’s aching twat and continued to roughly massage his new boyfriend’s body. “I’m going to worship these big muscles for the last time they’ll ever be at this size. After today your diet and fitness goals change Joshy.”

Mike poured over Joshy’s thick thighs, kneading into his muscular ass with relentless precision. His strong hands found there way up his posterior chain and into his large, hairless mid back. Mike worshiped the man’s gorgeous shoulders, and crawled his hands down each thunderous arm. For Joshy’s part all he could do was moan femininely as his boyfriend worked his body over.

Joshy’s eyes were closed during most of the massage, but they flew open at the feeling of something wet and spongey at his lips. There under the open massage head rest stood at attention the most beautiful cock he had ever laid eyes on. Joshy moaned as he accepted it into his faggy, slut mouth. The cock quickly became too much for the new gay man. He choked and sputtered, his face glossed with tears and spit. Just when it felt it was too much Mike spoke.

“Joshy, relax. Fag slut’s like you don’t have a gag reflux.” Instantly Joshy accepted the thick cock down his throat. His sputters replaced with girly moans. Mike continued his assault on his boyfriend’s throat even as he reached his hands back to his muscular bubble butt. Joshy began to moan uncontrollably, his body overcome with a sense of fullness as his throat was filled with cock and Mike re-inserted his three fingers into his wet hole. Mike began to piston his cock in and out of his new boyfriend’s throat all while playing his boy button with expert precision. In that moment Joshy’s ass convulsed around Mike’s three fingers. He saw stars as his soft deflated cock began to uselessly puddle cum from his large balls. At the sight of his man’s orgasm, Mike unleashed a torrent of cum down Joshy’s throat, moaning deeply with each thrust.

The two separated from one another. Mike grabbed the aforementioned letter he had written for Joshy to read to him.

“Babe. I need you to read this to me. It will ensure I never become corrupted by my power. I will forever be devoted to you and our community. It’s all up to you now.” Mike smiled. He handed Joshy the letter, took a seat on the bench and began to huff his own musk in earnest. His pupils dilated, his jaw went slack, and Joshy began to read in his new girly voice.

… Six months later …

Joshy moaned loudly. Bouncing his fat ass up and down like a basketball on Mike’s thick, muscular body. His man’s huge, 9” rod disappearing up his sloppy hole with masterful skill, his now slender body covered in a sheen of sweat. The muscle he retained glistened on his hairless frame, his pecs bounced in time with each quivering landing he made. Joshy’s dick now permanently soft and leaking, slapping his man’s thick, jizz covered abdomen.

“God babe—fuck—just-like-that! Fuck!” Joshy squealed almost losing it as he rode his man’s dick. Mike, feeling himself getting closer, took control. Playtime was over. He grabbed his man’s fat ass and began thrusting upward, lifting his man like a human fleshlight, his huge hairy guns bulging with muscle as he pounded the eager bottom’s hole. Suddenly Mike stopped his thrusts, watching his man’s angelic, blissed out face as he bottomed out. He held him there, moaning uncontrollably in heat.

“Whose ass is this babe?” Mike smirked, keeping a firm grip on Joshy until he answered.

“Fuck! Yours!” He moaned and with that Mike again began hammering away.

“That’s-right-this-ass- is- MINE!” Mike grunted. His cock began to pulse, it wouldn’t be long now. With all the strength he now had, he easily rolled the lighter Joshy onto his back, his cock never leaving his man’s hole. Now in missionary he began pounding in earnest. Joshy reached up, tweaking Mike’s thick nipples as his hole was pummeled. Joshy’s own dick was left untouched, the fullness in his ass was all the pleasure he needed.

Mike hit a fever pitch. His thrusts becoming erratic, Joshy’s hole squelching as Mike pistoned in and out.

“Fuck Joshy. Fuck, you make daddy so happy fuck. FUCK! Gonna breed that slut hole babe. Fuckkk babe. TAKE IT!!” Mike screamed and babbled incoherently. Pulse after pulse of cum erupted from Mike’s dick. His huge body giving Josh its full 250 lbs of weight while Mikey’s lean 160 lbs took it like a champ!

“Daddy fuck!!! You’re so fucking big!! Fuck me daddy. Fuck my HOLE fuckkkk meeeeee!!” Joshy squealed, his 3” flaccid cock gushed forth as his hole quivered around Mike’s shaft until it finally clenched down, not wanting the fireworks to end.

Mike left his still hard cock in Joshy’s thick ass, as the two lovers panted and gently kissed. Mike slipped onto Joshy’s side, cradling the smaller man in his huge arms. They spooned as his cock continued to spontaneously convulse in his man’s hole.

Life was bliss for the gym owning power couple. Pretty soon after Joshy’s initial changes began, Mike’s own changes took effect. Mike purchased a local failing gym in the gayborhood and became its CEO. He made careful hypnosis files for himself to let Joshy mold him into the perfect Dom Daddy. As he sniffed his own musk and heard his voice, the changes were sealed and day by day he became the monster Daddy he was today. They both promised themselves to love and honor the other. Not only did they come to honor one another, they became the conssumate daddies of the gayborhood.

The couple gave back to the community, fostering change and Mike made good on his word. Joshy was his guiding light…everywhere except the bedroom and neither would have it any other way.

Joshy became a changed man. He went from a staggering 200 lb 5’9" bodybuilder to an insatiable 160 lb twunk with all his weight centering around his lower half; Though he still kept some definition in his bouncy chest and muscular arms. He strutted around the gym in tight feminine clothing, showing off his thunder thighs and fat pulsing ass. He loved all the attention he received, though he only had eyes for Mike…that is unless Mike ordered him to suck off his co-workers and bodybuilder managers. As devoted as they were, they received endless pleasure in pleasuring others. It was all a part of their new pheromone fueled personas. Sniff, sniff.