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Made for the Role

Jacob hated the show. He had only auditioned for it because he owed the director a favor or two, and so of course, he expected that he would've at least gotten a role, but nope. Ensemble, it was all for him. After 5 years of building a rock-solid resume, he could've gotten any role he set his mind to, but instead he had to watch as other lesser actors failed to bring the script to life. Not that the script was very good anyway. The performances veered closer to porn than acting at numerous points, and the dialogue was amateur; the first email had confused Jacob. This wasn't the script this director usually did. Jacob had met Fin years earlier, and the first impression was that Fin would never let text just be text; everything had to be a metaphor, so stooping to this level was not something anyone would've guessed, but ever since that first email, things had made 0 sense.

First there were the auditions. Jacob considered himself healthy, but when he was handed the script for a character sharing his name, only this Jacob being a sex-addicted gym bro, he was a little confused. The assistant director insisted it was all part of the plan. No shock, he lost the role to… A gym bro. Shocking. Then when the first rehearsal came, Fin was different; his clothing was more revealing, and he spent much longer staring at the talent, especially the male talent. then would be expected of a critically acclaimed director who was happily married with kids on the way. But the weirdest of all would happen. a week before opening night when Jacob would get a text.

"The actor for Jacob can't perform anymore; you will need to fill in Jacob." Jacob chuckled at the stupidity of the names and the idea of him playing a gym bro. "What? I've never been able to build muscle, much less in a week. Get one of the other guys to fill in." "Just do it, Jacob; you owe me, and besides, you're practically made for the role." What did that mean? Jacob decided he would deal with this at tomorrow's rehearsals as he went back to doomscrolling, still fuming over the comparison and not focused on his body. "Pfffff, me play him? That's absurd." A sound like the leaking of air from tires filled the room, Jacobs's muscles bulging more and more. "Sure, I'm muscular, but Jacob the character always talks about cutting; I'm mid-bulk." Fat faded off his frame as his muscles became more defined; he bounced his pecs absentmindedly. "Yes, I admit I have the muscles. But my baby face would take the audience out of the scene. Jacob itched as stubble emerged along his jaw as cracking sounds accompanied his bones realigning for a more chiseled look, his longer, unshaven hair pulling into his head, making a fade. "And the show is all about sex. I'm not small, but how the other characters talk about Jacob, he must be hung," he thought, ignorant of his own member growing to a much larger size even while soft. "Plus Jacobs Bi, i guess ill need to fake the attraction to men." A picture of a twink playing games popped up on his feed and Jacob couldn't stop himself as his hand squeezed his junk as it grew larger and larger

"Okay, maybe I overreacted. I am almost perfect for this role, but it's hard to act something so different from who I..." Jacob winced as intense pain filled his head and his body throbbed. "What... what was I thinking about? "Ugh, it's been so long since I had sex; it's hard to think when my little buddy is so pent up," he thought, adjusting the growing tent in his pants when a ping on his phone got his attention. "So, have you thought about the role offer?" "Yeah, I'll take it, man. It's practically made for me." "Good to hear; I might just need you to prove you can fill all the requirements of the role, though…" Jacob snorted; it seemed he had a solution to his sex problem. He typed with one hand as he stomped over to grab his keys. "I'll be right over, boss."

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The Physio: Jaw Pain

Johnathon had tried everything but going to a physio; the idea of some stranger moving his body or telling him how to move just didn't appeal. But after trying every painkiller he could find with no relief, he gave up and booked an appointment.

The room was austere; there was a mirror, a desk, and one of those flat seats someone could lie on. The physio, a lean, muscled man just under 6 feet, sat at the desk; looking up, he seemed to undress Johnathon with his eyes. "Jaw pain, was it? Well, don't worry, John. I can call you that, right? Anyway, I'll have you feeling au naturel in no time." And before Johnathon could respond, the physio was already on him, feeling his jaw up in a much too intimate fashion.

"What a strong jaw you have, very defined," he said. Was this guy flirting? All of this was already too much for Johnathon, who seemed to have all his worst fears being confirmed, "And so much hair. The beard really complements your face structure," what… "and I can see that it's not just on the jaw either; that forest under your chest must make all the ladies swoon. "That couldn't be right?" Johnathon shaved almost every day… "And these muscles, you must really work out to look like this. " One of the physio's hands moved down, squeezing Jonathan's pectorals, which he swore used to be smaller. "Wait, no… I—" John stopped mid sentence as a twist of his nipple made him moan uncontrollably. "And let's not forget this." John felt his body shudder with pleasure as the man gripped his dick that seemed to be ballooning in size. "I'm sure you like to fuck all the boys and girls with this thing, don't you?" the physio whispered in John's ear as he could only nod as he felt his dick get massaged.

"What was your name again?" John tried to grip onto his mind as the waves of pleasure hit him, his body growing. "John…" he meekly whispered. "Hmmm, that doesn't sound right anymore either. Are you sure?" And with that last tight squeeze on the hulking man's balls, only moans and grunts came out. "That's better. Why don't you go to the connecting room and strip down? I'll make you feel real good in a minute."

What used to be Johnathon moved to the next room; stripping to just his boxers, he found a small bowl of nuts and started chewing. Through the lust and instinctual urges that now made up the vast majority of his thoughts, he knew something had changed in his jaw; it felt… good, and he liked that. He enjoyed a snack and waited for that small man to come pleasure him.

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A different type.

Being a muscular bottom had its drawbacks. Sure, Frank was proud of his larger build, but it did mean a plethora of twinks always hitting on him. He didn't hate the attention; it just meant his real desires, other gym goers, were often stifled. But recently Frank had been scoping out a new target. Richard, or Dick as he called himself, was a larger late-20ish guy who had been coming to Frank's gym now for a few months, and his dark hair, sharp jaw, and bulging pecs drove Frank crazy

He had overheard him talking about his ex-boyfriends and struggles with being single, so Frank decided to shoot his shot, and to his surprise, Dick agreed, giving him his number and promising to meet up in the near future. That evening Frank got a text; surprised by how sudden it was, he was even more surprised when it was an address and Dick asking if he wanted to come over and "play some games." Frank quickly typed up a reply: "You're hot, but I don't know if I feel comfortable going that fast." He hoped that would settle the issue.

"C'mon, don't be like that, shortie; I know you want it.' "Again, I'm just not comfortable with that fast; maybe we could get coffee tomorrow, and please don't call me cutie." "Ahhh. Come on, Shortie, don't be like that. With you being so short, it's hard not to.

What? Frank wasn't short? Maybe Dick was confusing him with someone else; otherwise, he didn't know where he was coming from calling 6 feet short. He was going to text back when there was a sudden pop that distracted Frank.

Wait, what was he thinking? Oh yeah, Dick was teasing him about his height; being 5'6 made him look slightly silly with how built he was, but it was still a bit rude to point it out; he'd just have to let it go for now.

"Those baby blues of yours have been stuck in my head all day." Blue? His eyes were brow... *pop* bright blue; all the guys love his bright blue eyes, but that's not all they loved him for. Before he could finish his thought, he looked down at his text messages. "And that flat stomach of yours, don't think I didn't notice that." *Pop.* Yeah, Frank was more on the thin side now that he thought of it; it's shocking how many twinks hit on him when he was barely bigger than them. "And all those lewd things you keep saying about me really get other dicks going if you know what I mean," *pop*. The last line really got Frank's dirty mind going as he began fondling his 7 inches as he thought of what Dick was going to do with him tonight. "I bet you're fondling your little bulge right now, you little perv. God, I can't wait for you that long; get over here now; you have work to do, boy." All the dirt talk got pre-leaking from his 7 *pop* 2 inches into his tighty whities, quickly texting back a "yes sir." He began to prepare, missing the final text, a "See you soon, Frankie," but it didn't matter; a pop wasn't even needed as Frankie adopted the name without hesitation. The once muscular bottom has been reduced to a boy desperate to be fucked, and Dick and his dick were going to keep Frankie's number for a long time.





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Russian roulette

The gun hit the table with a loud "clank," catching Damien by surprise. He had been enjoying the sound of the wind rustling through the well-maintained trees, but now that a weapon was being chucked around, he reckoned he should probably pay attention. Turning around, he saw Jacob smugly looking down at him, his blonde hair dropping over his deep brown eyes, a spotless white shirt and a pair of tan pants loosely fitting his thin, lightly muscled frame, a gold chain the only jewelry he had. Damien sighed to himself; he should have known that his rich, bratty friend was up to something, but when you get invited to a rural manor for a weekend by the son of the richest oil tycoon this side of the Atlantic, you don't tend to make a habit of saying no. The gun was black with gold and white lines swirling around the barrel and handle; like everything in the house, it looked expensive, and like everything, if Damien broke it, his family would most likely be paying it off for generations.

"What are you doing, Jacob?" he asked, his tone dripping with the exhaustion that comes from dealing with a spoiled brat's shenanigans. "Setting up for the game," Jacobs's shit-eating grin told Damien everything he needed to know: something dangerous was about to go down, and if he didn't stop it, then there was going to be a news story about this in the next 24 hours. In his mind's eye he could see the text flash across the screen: "Heir to oil empire murdered in cold blood by a jealous, impoverished schoolmate." Carefully getting up, Damien weighed his options before deciding to go on with Jacob till he could convince him that whatever he had planned was a bad idea. "What are we going to play then?" "Oh, nothing too complicated, my dear friend." Damien watched unnerved as Jacob opened the chamber of the pistol and put a small pellet in it. "Just some good old Russian roulette."

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"Are you fucking insane? You do know how Russian roulette ends, right? I thought you were just a dick, but this is fully psychotic." "Oh, calm down, Damien, you worry too much; of course no one's going to die." Jacob pointed the gun at Damien and pulled the trigger, causing Damien to duck for cover as a click sound revealed that it was one of the five empty slots, much to Damien's relief. "How unfortunate; anyways, it's not a real bullet; it's a powerful drug that one of my dad's friends made." "And that's better how?" "It's this whole atomic structural thing. I'm not sure how it works exactly, but anyone hit with it can have their genetic makeup altered simply by the thoughts of the closest person, that isn't themselves, of course." Jacob proceeded to point the gun to his skull before shooting again, another harmless click. "See, I'm playing fair." "Jacob, that is not the point; I don't want to play at all." Damien was confused how Jacob was so nonchalant about this whole thing. Even if this whole atomic restructuring nonsense was real, what did he have to gain from that? "You're so unfun sometimes, but fine, I'll sweeten the deal for you: we play one game, and if I lose, then I'll make sure your parents get a nice cushy job where they will never have to go hungry again." The offer made Damien double back; it was one thing to give into Jacob's flights of fancy, a whole other when he could get his parents out of the rut they were currently in. "Fine, one game." "Great, let's sit down and continue."

Damien held the gun in shaking hands; he knew now that the bullet wasn't able to harm him, but his whole body being at the whims of Jacob was still terryfying even if it was temporary. Click, safe. Jacob, turn now and click. There are only two bullets left, and so a 50/50 chance; no turning back now. Damien's finger moved the trigger and-. Damien felt strange; he couldn't hear anything; the wind in the trees was gone; he didn't hear the gun go off, but this weird state he was in seemed to say he had been drugged; color swirled around him until finally something formed in front of him. Jacob.

"Hey there, dear friend," Jacob's smile seemed more malicious than usual. "Seems like you lose, so I'm going to enjoy the show now." Jacob leaned back; Damien's skin felt like it was crawling; he felt like spiders were crawling all over him, but as he looked to see what was causing it, he almost jumped back in surprise. His skin was changing; it was growing darker. He watched as the melanin in his skin increased until he went from the olive skin tone he inherited from his mother's Italian genes to something much darker; he looked almost African. Not only that, but the calouses from working after school to help his family vanished along with all his blemishes and pimples till his skin was as clear as day, but how was that possible? Damien remembered now the drug; the closest person controlled his atomic structure, but what was Jacob doing to him? He looked up to try and address Jacob, but a punching sensation in his gut drew him to look down, seeing his clothes dissolve away and abs form; the rest of his frame was not neglected either; he continued to bulk up and even felt a couple inches added to his height till he was a goliath of a man; his feet and hands grew much larger, his face grew more chiseled, and his hair shrank back into his head.

He tried to yell at Jacob, but before he could, their faces collided as Jacob passionately kissed Damien. Only moans, slowly deepening in pitch, escaped his mouth. "God, I've been waiting so long for this. You think I'd ever be friends with your poor ass? God, no, you're my plaything now, and don't worry, it's permanent." Damien whimpered as Jacob's hand reached down, grabbing onto Damien's cock, and began to stroke slowly and methodically. Each time Damien felt more confused: where was he, why was he worried about his parents, who was he? His mind slowed as he gave into Jacob, the pleasure overwhelming his mind. His dick grew larger than it had ever been before, 4 inches, now 5, 6, till a 7-inch-long monster was left in its place. Damien's moans grew louder as he neared the end; he just wanted to cum; he didn't know who this strange man beating him off was, but he just wanted him to continue. Jacob continued to go faster and faster, until long streams of hot cum splashed across both of them. up his hand to for Damien to lick clean, which he gladly did, enjoying every taste.

2 months later

He was sitting at home, waiting for his rich boyfriend to get back. He had spent the last 2 months spending every hour he could with Jacob, but with Jacob's school, he had large amounts of time to reflect and learn how to be a good boyfriend, how to cook, clean, and do everything for Jacob. Awhile ago, two older people came around looking for their sun that shared his name, but he told them he had no clue where he had gone. His life was good, but the best part was no doubt every night when Jacob would take control; he would sometimes be pleased and sometimes give pleasure, but regardless, he knew that life would be good when he just went with what his boyfriend said, and man was life good.

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Someone Unexpected

"Fort Stonepeak was a small town in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains. With a population of only a few thousand, most people made their livelihoods by serving the farmers that worked just outside the city boundary or as members of the lively tourism industry that flourished in the region due to its fresh air, majestic mountain peaks, and clear blue rivers. Maybe that's why I came here? I did need some space after my breakup, but it hasn't worked. All I've done is sit in this hotel under this dim light on a creaky bed and feel sad for myself. Jesus, I need to do something. Maybe I will go to the bar tonight, and then I can at least drink my problems away. So after a shower, I looked in the mirror, put a shirt on, and got going.

Walking into the bar, spots flashed before my eyes as the bright lights flashed. I hadn't been expecting them; it gave the bar much more of a rave atmosphere than I had expected, but when in Rome, trudging to the bar, I had to practically scream over the music just to get a whiskey. Looking around, I saw couples dancing. Great! I thought, Now I get to mope with a headache, but just as I thought that, a clink noise sounded next to me. Looking over, a gay, twunkish-looking farm boy sat next to me. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here; there are not many seats around." His chuckle filled me with a giddy feeling as he laughed. "No worries, I'm not waiting for anyone," I replied, putting my hand out for a handshake. He had a much firmer grip than I thought.

The next few days, I went to hang out with John and began to learn more about him—about his family, friends, and, most importantly, his sexuality. It was another night of meeting at the same bar when John finally dropped the bomb. "I know you are gay; I am too, so I was wondering if you wanted to..." John trailed off. I was shocked as all hell. I had had my fair share of exchanges with other guys, and sure, a lot of them wanted me badly, but none had ever been this blunt. "Sure," I said, winking, "I can give you a good time," and before I knew it, we were heading over to my small hotel.

Leading John back to my apartment, I was full of joy. There was a strut in my step as I led him, and I had to slow down to stop myself from rushing too quickly. Once we got to my room, I held the door open for him and followed him in. The door shut with a bang, and I saw his shoulders tightening. Before he turned to me, "We're going to the bedroom now," he told me. I was shocked. Just a minute ago, he had been following me and gleefully talking about the starry sky and how he couldn't wait to do the deed with me. Now here, he was acting like he was in charge. I was going to talk to him about that, but then I felt the will to fight him on it leave my body as he stared at me, and like a defeated puppy, I followed him to my own bedroom, where he got me to sit down. Looking at me, I could feel his eyes undressing me before he finally seemed to be focused on my face. "I know you want me, but I want to hear it from you," he said. Still in shock at the situation, I stayed quiet, but soon waves of pleasure began to radiate through me. I looked to see where they were coming from, and his hand was massaging my crotch. "What do you want?" he asked me, and as I moaned, I only managed to whisper "you." Smiling at me, John pulled off my shirt and pants and pulled me into a kiss. I could feel his tongue invade my mouth, and I knew this was my last chance to assert that I was in charge here, so I fought back, but it was futile as he continued to slowly pressure my pouch, and finally I submitted, and his tongue began to explore my mouth. This is when I felt the first change begin. I felt inside my pants that my boxers were changing, the fabric changing to be less coarse, perhaps nylon, and shrinking down until my goods were held in a pair of briefs. looking down at them. John grinned; he said, "You look good on me," and I could feel my cheeks go hot as I blushed.

He proceeded to push me down and start kissing what felt like every inch of my body. As he did, my muscles began to shrink and my broad shoulders narrowed, but I still had a muscular frame, just a swimmer build rather than the body I had worked for at the gym, and before long, John was pulling down my pants and staring at my 9-inch. I looked at him with begging eyes as he began to suck me off, wave after wave of pleasure as I neared closer and closer, and right before I came, he moved back to kissing me and finished off my transformation as he gave me a hand job. Ribbons of cum flew out, leaving me with a reduced size. Putting his fingers covered in my own product into my mouth, my neurons fired. My brain was rewired; I was a bottom through and through, and John was certainly my boyfriend, and every night we would make love. That was how it was.

a few months later, and I've finally moved in with him. Of course, I do all the cooking and cleaning at home while he works the farm. Every night, I get to enjoy his hot, sweaty body. I think I hear him coming now. I don't think I've ever been so happy as when I see him after a long day.

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Johnny's Daddy

Johnny has been my friend since forever, and while we grew apart in High school, we would always make sure to comfort each other through all the tough times. He helped me with my breakup, and I helped him when he lost his job.

Johnny was always on the smaller side; Puberty Hit never really got to him, and while he never got the muscles he wanted, he eventually became quite happy with his body and my numerous numerous offers to wing man him and help him get a girl were always turned down.

Earlier today, my phone pinged while I was at work. Johnny had messaged me:

"Hey man, could you come to my place after work?"

"Sure? What do you need?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

Me and Johnny had always been open and clear without ever really needing to talk outside of texts, so I thought this must be something big if he wanted to talk about it at his place, so after work finished up, I got in my car and drove to his apartment in the city. After a good 50 minutes of driving through the winding roads, I finally arrived.

As I opened the door, he came and hugged me. "How was the drive?" "Nothing special, just some traffic jams and that stuff," I responded. For the first few hours, we just hung out talking about life and playing games before I finally asked why he wanted me here: "Well, I wanted to tell you I was gay." he blushed as he said it, "Damn man, thanks for telling me; I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, do you want to go to a gay bar or  something?"He shook his head at my question: "You don't understand; I've been trying to get a boyfriend for awhile now, but it never works out, and I wanted to ask you if...." "I'm sorry, man," I interjected. "I love you like a brother, but I don't feel the same way about you." "Okay, sorry, I hope we can still be friends," Both of us laughed awkwardly at the incident, but decided to hang out some more. At about 6, we were both getting hungry, so he ordered a pizza, and he got up to grab us a drink. I heard what sounded like pills rattling in the kitchen before he returned with some beers, caps removed. "Thanks, man," I said as he handed me one. Taking a sip, I thought it tasted funny, but I just shrugged it off as the pizzas had just arrived and i was starving.

As we ate and played video games, it became latter and latter, and the beers piled up, each tasting stranger, then the last. At some point, my mind started to became fuzzy. "Ugh, I don't feel good," i said. "You don't look good either. Maybe you should just sleep here for the  night."Johnny commented, Too tired to argue, I ended up on his couch and fell asleep quickly as he went back to the room. "You'll be fine; I bet you feel like a new man tomorrow morning," he called as he closed the door.

That night, as I shuddered in my sleep, my body began to change, moving around as my stature grew, stretching from 5 feet 8 to 6,2. My flab melted away as my skin tightened around new abs that began to push out one by one, and calves became strengthened along with arm muscles. My round face gained structure as a square jaw and clear skin gave my face a new, more attractive look. But it wasn't just my body changing; my dreams began to shift; thoughts that I used to have about women became directed towards Johnny; as I dreamed of dominating and using him, the apartments that we each had eventually became one, just as my place had his boyfriend cemented, and soon I was picturing him submitting to me every night. As these dreams peaked, I felt my dick pulse, lines of cum shooting out as my rock-hard cock lengthened, growing longer and longer inside my underwear from it's normal 4 inches to a monstrous 9, and my boxers turning to briefs as they were soaked in my semen. The transformation was over, and my new place in the world was confirmed.

The next morning, Johnny smirked as he walked in to be greeted by me staring at him in nothing but my briefs. "I have a job for you, boy; I need some services," I commanded, His dick jumped up, and his body shuddered as he moved towards me. All memories of my past life disappeared as he wrapped his lips around my dick; all that mattered was teaching my boyfriend his place.

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More then Friends.

John and Damien had been friends for as long as they could remember; their first steps were together, as were their first words and their first kiss. and in all that time, they had grown closer and closer.

As they became high school seniors, they settled into a wingman relationship, each helping the other to get laid and land a hot chic, so it was no surprise when Damien invited John over to his holiday home on the coast. As they walked along the beach, laughing, they noticed a couple outside a restaurant holding hands, and as they got closer, the two men making out became more apparent.

"Ew, wtf?" John muttered, glaring daggers at the two guys. "Cmo'n, man, that's uncool," Damien told his friend. "It's not my fault those two losers don't know that's not right. I wonder which one is the bitch." John spat, Only a few minutes later, John was yelling various slurs at the two. Damien sighed before he walked off to buy some food. But the two gays weren't going to take this lying down. As one of them escaped towards Damien, John saw the larger of the two approaching. "You want to fight, bitch," he yelled at the man who loomed over him like a giant. "No, I just want to teach you a lesson." The man's large hand quickly went down, grabbing John's crotch as he began to squeeze the other man's pouch. Trying to object, the only thing John could muster was a moan as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Soon, John found himself shoved into a bathroom stall as the man in front of him continued to play with his balls, edging him closer and closer. Soon the ideas that had once filled his head with thoughts of superiority drained away; he now could only think about pleasing others. No matter what, tits and pussy were replaced with abs and dicks, and one dick he craved in particular was Damiens. The gay man watched smugly as all attempts to fight back ended, and with one last squeeze, John's new view of the world was cemented. "Run off now," the larger man whispered, and so John did.

When John finally did get home, he noticed Damien making himself much more comfortable than usual—man spreading and taking the seat John used to insist on, but now John didn't have the will to resist, so he ran up and kissed him with all his might. "I need you Daddy" John begged. "Damn, the guy back at the shop told me you would be needy, but this is a change in pace," Damien said, lifting John into his lap. "Don't worry, though; I'm glad to help you with your new needs."